I'm in class.
And I shouldn't be blogging, but shhh! I'm a terrible child as it is.
So I got a Japanese exchange student. His name is Yuki, and he's awesome. We took him to the fire hall (because in Japan it's extremely frowned upon for kids to go in fire halls) and gave him a quick tour, then we went home and introduced him to everyone. He freaking loves Ash (my brother's puppy). The next morning (as in yesterday) I had to wake him up and get him ready for school, but I didn't want to just shove him and tell him to wake up, so I took Ash and carefully put him on his bed. Ash began licking Yuki's face and woke him up. I don't know if he was mad or happy about that because he doesn't speak much English, but he didn't whip out a sword from no-where and slice off my head so I think I'm fine. We made him eggs and toast for breakfast, and apparently they don't eat stuff like that for breakfast because he took a picture of it before eating, but I gave him a bit too much because he got quite full. Apparently asians don't eat as much as we North Americans do. But I live in sort of a lumberjack town where everyone eats a lot even if you're anorexic looking. So yesterday Yuki and I got to skip English and go for a school tour with the other Japanese exchange students. We went to the agriculture building and Yuki and I got to hold a baby chick and pets all the animals. He seemed quite happy about that. We went to math afterwards, which was boring. We just did work and Yuki stared at the board the whole time because he was confused.
After Math was Social Studies, and we watched a slightly confusing, old, and interestingly action-packed movie. I don't remember the name, but it was about the English civil war. Yuki didn't know what was going on, I don't think, but watching a movie is better than listening to a teacher who is talking to you in a confusing language.
We went downtown for lunch and I bought him a slurpee which he chugged down in minutes (he was thirsty) and then I went to the bakery and bought some Double Chocolate Chip cookies (THEY ARE AMAZING). After spending lunch hour in the library conversating about nonsense we went for a town tour. Imma stop here, bells gonna ring.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Osama's dead!
The joyous news spread through the internet and RL quicker than if everyone found out that Justin Bieber was doing LSD.
However, it was only sort of joyous.
If you didn't know the news already (which would be weird), well, Osama Bin Laden was sorta chilling out in Pakistan for a while, probably thinking up plans to attack the US, or just hiding out because he decided he was done with all this terroristy stuff (which I doubt). But the US were like, "I THINK WE FOUND HIM. WE MUST CARRY OUT A VERY PROFESSIONALLY STRATEGIC PLAN TO ATTACK HIM!"
And they did. The (forty?) US military officer people found the giant fortress place and took the helicopters over the giant friggen 13 foot or so walls, and then they entered into the fortress and was like, "PUT UP YO HANDS, YO!"
But they didn't. After a gunfight of somewhat epicosity, Osama got shot and died. And then the US militants took the body, hopped into a helicopter and ran home as fast as they could to prove they killed Osama.
Then Obama was all, "OH CRAP WE GOT A STORY TO COVER AND WE GOTTA TELL THE WHOLE NATION 'BOUT THIS, YALL."
And he did. Obama wrote out a giant speech (ok,maybenotthatgiant) and walked up to a camera, addressed the nation, and began the story of Osama's capture that he wrote in about 15-20 minutes.
So everyone is all happy about what happened. Osama Bin Laden is dead, and everyone thinks they have nothing to worry about, right?
WRONG!
You see, Osama has all these followers (not just on Twitter) that think he did good for their terrorist jobs. They're going to want revenge. Helloooooo World War 3, eh?
Though it's not really going to be with the whole world, probably just Pakistan, Afghanistan and other places that have terrorists vs. America. But America might drag in us Canadians once we get our new F35 fighter jets, and they might bring in Britain, and maybe Australia, and all their other allies.
So there's gunna be some war. There's no doubt about it, but without Osama's intelligence they probably won't get too far (But if they do they'll die of cold once they reach Canada, not that they're really all that at war with us though).
Besides, we're mostly peacekeepers.
I'm on a computer that I have difficulty drawing with, so I'll add pictures later. I'll try to make them epic looking.
Also, I've decided on the tattoo I want to get.
However, it was only sort of joyous.
If you didn't know the news already (which would be weird), well, Osama Bin Laden was sorta chilling out in Pakistan for a while, probably thinking up plans to attack the US, or just hiding out because he decided he was done with all this terroristy stuff (which I doubt). But the US were like, "I THINK WE FOUND HIM. WE MUST CARRY OUT A VERY PROFESSIONALLY STRATEGIC PLAN TO ATTACK HIM!"
And they did. The (forty?) US military officer people found the giant fortress place and took the helicopters over the giant friggen 13 foot or so walls, and then they entered into the fortress and was like, "PUT UP YO HANDS, YO!"
But they didn't. After a gunfight of somewhat epicosity, Osama got shot and died. And then the US militants took the body, hopped into a helicopter and ran home as fast as they could to prove they killed Osama.
Then Obama was all, "OH CRAP WE GOT A STORY TO COVER AND WE GOTTA TELL THE WHOLE NATION 'BOUT THIS, YALL."
And he did. Obama wrote out a giant speech (ok,maybenotthatgiant) and walked up to a camera, addressed the nation, and began the story of Osama's capture that he wrote in about 15-20 minutes.
So everyone is all happy about what happened. Osama Bin Laden is dead, and everyone thinks they have nothing to worry about, right?
WRONG!
You see, Osama has all these followers (not just on Twitter) that think he did good for their terrorist jobs. They're going to want revenge. Helloooooo World War 3, eh?
Though it's not really going to be with the whole world, probably just Pakistan, Afghanistan and other places that have terrorists vs. America. But America might drag in us Canadians once we get our new F35 fighter jets, and they might bring in Britain, and maybe Australia, and all their other allies.
So there's gunna be some war. There's no doubt about it, but without Osama's intelligence they probably won't get too far (But if they do they'll die of cold once they reach Canada, not that they're really all that at war with us though).
Besides, we're mostly peacekeepers.
I'm on a computer that I have difficulty drawing with, so I'll add pictures later. I'll try to make them epic looking.
Also, I've decided on the tattoo I want to get.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Theoretical
Before I begin my usual post, I'd like to wish everyone a Happy Easter. For Easter we get these baskets that are filled with goodies and hidden anywhere in the house, and we have to go look for them. I found everyone else's basket except for my own, and then Becka eventually found mine. After being given a few hints I finally decided to look in the furnace room.
My sister got it down for me. *forever grateful*
So afterwards I was all:
But anyways. Enough of Easter, I have more IMPORTANT NEWS!
First of all being I completed Book II of COMA.
Second of all being related to the title: some theories.
So we all know that humans have evolved throughout time. Unless you're so convinced by that whole 'Adam and Eve' stuff. But whatever. Religion is silly and nonsensical. Though I like Buddhism.
So if we've evolved, then we're more than obviously going to evolve again. There's no doubt in it. (unless we all die before that happens.
What we're probably going to do next time we evolve:
Glow in the dark.
Scientists have discovered that people do indeed glow in the dark, it's just that the light particles they give off are not visible to the naked eye. Given this, it probably means that in the future we'll be able to glow. If that's the case we might turn into some deep underwater fish. Or just a glowy person.
Fly.
We've gone from some primate thing to what we are now, so there's always a possibility we could grow into a bird-like animal of some sorts. Besides, our skulls have shrunk significantly over the past who-knows-how-many-years so we might turn into bird headed animals.
Turn into a fish.
As said before we may glow vividly in the dark in the future, so we may become underwater dwelling animals. The thing is, over millions of years you'll notice we've lost a lot of body hair. So in place of that body hair we might grow scales, or shark/whale like skin.
Something really creepy.
We might turn into aliens. Or beetles. Hell, we might turn into part giraffe, part goose, part fish, part dinosaur, and part lion like animals.
Also, the idea of dragons, if they don't exist (for whatever stupid reason), they probably came from people in ancient times who found dinosaur bones and didn't know how to explain them to everyone else and were like. "OH. YEAH. THESE ARE UMMMM, BONES OF A....DRAGON! YEAH. A DRAGON. I KILLED IT. SHOULD'A SEEN THE CREATURE. FRIGGEN HUGE. TRIED TO....UMMM....BREATHE FIRE AT ME! YEAH, THEY BREATHE FIRE. PRETTY COOL HUH?"
That's pretty much it for today.
Also, for Easter, I got a white teapot, painted it all steampunkish and gave it to Becka. She liked it. :D
My sister got it down for me. *forever grateful*
So afterwards I was all:
But anyways. Enough of Easter, I have more IMPORTANT NEWS!
First of all being I completed Book II of COMA.
Second of all being related to the title: some theories.
So we all know that humans have evolved throughout time. Unless you're so convinced by that whole 'Adam and Eve' stuff. But whatever. Religion is silly and nonsensical. Though I like Buddhism.
So if we've evolved, then we're more than obviously going to evolve again. There's no doubt in it. (unless we all die before that happens.
What we're probably going to do next time we evolve:
Glow in the dark.
Scientists have discovered that people do indeed glow in the dark, it's just that the light particles they give off are not visible to the naked eye. Given this, it probably means that in the future we'll be able to glow. If that's the case we might turn into some deep underwater fish. Or just a glowy person.
Fly.
We've gone from some primate thing to what we are now, so there's always a possibility we could grow into a bird-like animal of some sorts. Besides, our skulls have shrunk significantly over the past who-knows-how-many-years so we might turn into bird headed animals.
Turn into a fish.
As said before we may glow vividly in the dark in the future, so we may become underwater dwelling animals. The thing is, over millions of years you'll notice we've lost a lot of body hair. So in place of that body hair we might grow scales, or shark/whale like skin.
Something really creepy.
We might turn into aliens. Or beetles. Hell, we might turn into part giraffe, part goose, part fish, part dinosaur, and part lion like animals.
Also, the idea of dragons, if they don't exist (for whatever stupid reason), they probably came from people in ancient times who found dinosaur bones and didn't know how to explain them to everyone else and were like. "OH. YEAH. THESE ARE UMMMM, BONES OF A....DRAGON! YEAH. A DRAGON. I KILLED IT. SHOULD'A SEEN THE CREATURE. FRIGGEN HUGE. TRIED TO....UMMM....BREATHE FIRE AT ME! YEAH, THEY BREATHE FIRE. PRETTY COOL HUH?"
That's pretty much it for today.
Also, for Easter, I got a white teapot, painted it all steampunkish and gave it to Becka. She liked it. :D
Friday, April 15, 2011
UPPPPPDAAAAATES! For once.
I can't think completely on what I'm going to type because I have my headphones on and I'm listening to Blind Guardian.
But I'm going to begin by saying that when I got back from Turkey and Greece I went to school, of course, and I got everything sorted out. My English teacher went easy on me, giving me only a bit of homework to start off with. In Socials I only got a page or two of homework, in PE I had to fill out a log of how much exercise I got while I was gone, in Science I did my homework (all three bloody chapters) in one night before I left. It turned out all that work was review and wasn't worth any marks. I did all my Math homework when I was gone, and when I got back the trouble began.
You see, my math teacher demands I do the algebra her way. But when I do it her way, I get the answers wrong. If I do it the way my dad showed me, which is the only way I get the answer right and I understand it, she takes marks off for not doing it her way. So either way I was to fail, and I did. I sat with a fairly high F, but an F is an F. I wasn't about to let that stupid teacher make me fail a class over something that's her own goddamn fault. The homework she assigned stressed me and made me upset, angry, and draw morbid pictures of her dying. This is my favourite picture I drew of her:
I thought it was beautiful.
And yes, her name is Ms. Freer. She's very short. And she's a bitch.
But continuing... So i was failing math and I was under so much stress that I couldn't concentrate in my other classes, not to mention my math teacher over-loaded me with more homework when I got back. In the midst of my stress, I snapped back at the teacher. She came up to me to tell me that I wasn't following her expectations, and the conversation went as follows:
Freer: You're not following my expectations. I want to see it done my way.
Me: You expectations are not the government expectations. All the government expectations are that you are to show your work when solving an equation. It doesn't say that you have to do it that specific way.
Freer: Well I want it down my way. This is the way it has to be done, and I will not accept work done differently.
(At this time most of the class was listening to our conversation)
Me: If the government wants me to do it their way, I'll do it their way. But your way is not the governments way, so necessarily I don't have to do it that way. Besides, you never even mark the answer, you only mark the work. How are our students supposed to benefit from your teachings if they aren't even getting the answer right but you're giving them marks anyway? Students cannot properly learn how to do algebra if they're not getting the answer. It's not the steps that matter anyway, it's the answer itself. When you get out of school and one day you have to do an algebra equation, we're not going to care about the steps, just that we got the answer right.
Freer: I'm looking for the steps because I'm trying to set you up next year for the more difficult math classes.
Me: Getting the answer wrong will not help us in future years of school. Also, my parents are going to this meeting you suggested.
She left after that to go help another student, leaving me the results of my test. I got 50% of the answers right, but when I looked at the mark, I was incredibly pissed. 2 and a half out of 29. Why? BECAUSE I DIDN'T DO IT THE BITCHES WAY.
I showed Dad. He raged, said my math teacher was a bitch, and then looked over every question and continued to mutter about how such a mark was completely unfair. Then he organized the date of the meeting and drove me to school that morning. Mom, Dad, and I sat down with her and Dad talked to Ms. Freer and the principal about the issue.
I could tell he was attempting not to explode out on her. So Mr Tobin, my principal, wrote down some things, then checked the system for Math classes in my E block. There were four classes that I could choose from, all of them good teachers, but dad chose a teacher named Ms. Bergeron because her husband is a firefighter, and my dad is the former fire chief.
So after that I went to Ms. Bergeron's class. She was a slightly chubby, short, but very jolly woman who assigned me a seat and told me what the class was working on. The classroom was full of people I didn't know, but they were kind, even though they ignored me, and the feel of the classroom is comfortable; not too dark, not too light, not too crowded, not too empty. The teacher explains things well and although the type of math we're doing only really has one possible way to get the solution, the teacher said that as long as we get the answer she doesn't care how we did it. So that made me happy.
In other news, I got a haircut. I feel pretty sexy.
Also, Norway and Muslims aren't too happy with each-other. The Muslims are being extremely demanding toward Norway, and they're moving into the country and making it a living hell for the Norwegians that live there, so when I go to Norway for University, I'm not just going to be there to learn, but rather to try and settle the madness the Muslims have created so Norwegians aren't fleeing their country because they don't feel safe in it. But hopefully by then the Norwegians decide to kick in the ol' Viking spirit and tell them to GTFO before I go there.
I love Norwegians, I love the language (which I've taken a block out of my elective to learn), and Muslims do have the right to their religion, but STILL. MUSLIMS-YOU CAN'T JUST GO TO NORWAY, SAY 'OH MY ALLAH, LOOK AT THIS PLACE, THE PEOPLE ARE EATING PORK AND DOING UN-MUSLIMISH THINGS!' AND THEN DECIDE TO F*** UP THEIR COUNTRY FOR YOUR OWN BENEFIT. YOU GO TO ANOTHER COUNTRY, YOU RESPECT THEM, THEY RESPECT YOU. THAT'S ALL YOU GOTTA DO TO SETTLE THE DISPUTE FOR GAWDS SAKE. SLUBBERDEGULLIONS.
If my arms were long enough, I'd stretch them out from Canada and give Norway a hug. And push all the Muslims back into their own bloody countries in the process. Those Muslims don't get hugs. Only the Norwegians.
If any Muslim reads this, I'm NOT against all the Muslims in the world, I'm just really pissed off at the ones that are f'ing up Norway and Sweden. So for the Muslims that are f'ing up Norway and Sweden-prepare to be destroyed by those Vikings once they feel they're fed up with you.
I say, it's beautiful.
VIKINGS FTW!
Other updates:
-I'm starting to accidentally include Norwegian in my everyday conversations. (I'll be speaking English and I'll accidentally slip a word in Norwegian)
-My brother got a puppy named Ash. He likes to nibble on my fingers and he hates baths. He's adorable. :3
-I'm passing Math
-I'm studying random stuff like crazy because I like being smart.
-I'm reading poems by Edgar Allen Poe and other famous authors. I'm not sure why.
-In two weeks I'll be off to visit relatives
-Ash is terrified of my stove pipe hat
-Ash is sleeping on the couch. :D
-My back hurts from leaning over and my fingers hurt from slamming at the keyboard in anger from my previous rants.
Hopefully I will not bore or annoy you with more rants next time I update.
And maybe I'll draw more.
okthxbai.
But I'm going to begin by saying that when I got back from Turkey and Greece I went to school, of course, and I got everything sorted out. My English teacher went easy on me, giving me only a bit of homework to start off with. In Socials I only got a page or two of homework, in PE I had to fill out a log of how much exercise I got while I was gone, in Science I did my homework (all three bloody chapters) in one night before I left. It turned out all that work was review and wasn't worth any marks. I did all my Math homework when I was gone, and when I got back the trouble began.
You see, my math teacher demands I do the algebra her way. But when I do it her way, I get the answers wrong. If I do it the way my dad showed me, which is the only way I get the answer right and I understand it, she takes marks off for not doing it her way. So either way I was to fail, and I did. I sat with a fairly high F, but an F is an F. I wasn't about to let that stupid teacher make me fail a class over something that's her own goddamn fault. The homework she assigned stressed me and made me upset, angry, and draw morbid pictures of her dying. This is my favourite picture I drew of her:
I thought it was beautiful.
And yes, her name is Ms. Freer. She's very short. And she's a bitch.
But continuing... So i was failing math and I was under so much stress that I couldn't concentrate in my other classes, not to mention my math teacher over-loaded me with more homework when I got back. In the midst of my stress, I snapped back at the teacher. She came up to me to tell me that I wasn't following her expectations, and the conversation went as follows:
Freer: You're not following my expectations. I want to see it done my way.
Me: You expectations are not the government expectations. All the government expectations are that you are to show your work when solving an equation. It doesn't say that you have to do it that specific way.
Freer: Well I want it down my way. This is the way it has to be done, and I will not accept work done differently.
(At this time most of the class was listening to our conversation)
Me: If the government wants me to do it their way, I'll do it their way. But your way is not the governments way, so necessarily I don't have to do it that way. Besides, you never even mark the answer, you only mark the work. How are our students supposed to benefit from your teachings if they aren't even getting the answer right but you're giving them marks anyway? Students cannot properly learn how to do algebra if they're not getting the answer. It's not the steps that matter anyway, it's the answer itself. When you get out of school and one day you have to do an algebra equation, we're not going to care about the steps, just that we got the answer right.
Freer: I'm looking for the steps because I'm trying to set you up next year for the more difficult math classes.
Me: Getting the answer wrong will not help us in future years of school. Also, my parents are going to this meeting you suggested.
She left after that to go help another student, leaving me the results of my test. I got 50% of the answers right, but when I looked at the mark, I was incredibly pissed. 2 and a half out of 29. Why? BECAUSE I DIDN'T DO IT THE BITCHES WAY.
I showed Dad. He raged, said my math teacher was a bitch, and then looked over every question and continued to mutter about how such a mark was completely unfair. Then he organized the date of the meeting and drove me to school that morning. Mom, Dad, and I sat down with her and Dad talked to Ms. Freer and the principal about the issue.
I could tell he was attempting not to explode out on her. So Mr Tobin, my principal, wrote down some things, then checked the system for Math classes in my E block. There were four classes that I could choose from, all of them good teachers, but dad chose a teacher named Ms. Bergeron because her husband is a firefighter, and my dad is the former fire chief.
So after that I went to Ms. Bergeron's class. She was a slightly chubby, short, but very jolly woman who assigned me a seat and told me what the class was working on. The classroom was full of people I didn't know, but they were kind, even though they ignored me, and the feel of the classroom is comfortable; not too dark, not too light, not too crowded, not too empty. The teacher explains things well and although the type of math we're doing only really has one possible way to get the solution, the teacher said that as long as we get the answer she doesn't care how we did it. So that made me happy.
In other news, I got a haircut. I feel pretty sexy.
Also, Norway and Muslims aren't too happy with each-other. The Muslims are being extremely demanding toward Norway, and they're moving into the country and making it a living hell for the Norwegians that live there, so when I go to Norway for University, I'm not just going to be there to learn, but rather to try and settle the madness the Muslims have created so Norwegians aren't fleeing their country because they don't feel safe in it. But hopefully by then the Norwegians decide to kick in the ol' Viking spirit and tell them to GTFO before I go there.
I love Norwegians, I love the language (which I've taken a block out of my elective to learn), and Muslims do have the right to their religion, but STILL. MUSLIMS-YOU CAN'T JUST GO TO NORWAY, SAY 'OH MY ALLAH, LOOK AT THIS PLACE, THE PEOPLE ARE EATING PORK AND DOING UN-MUSLIMISH THINGS!' AND THEN DECIDE TO F*** UP THEIR COUNTRY FOR YOUR OWN BENEFIT. YOU GO TO ANOTHER COUNTRY, YOU RESPECT THEM, THEY RESPECT YOU. THAT'S ALL YOU GOTTA DO TO SETTLE THE DISPUTE FOR GAWDS SAKE. SLUBBERDEGULLIONS.
If my arms were long enough, I'd stretch them out from Canada and give Norway a hug. And push all the Muslims back into their own bloody countries in the process. Those Muslims don't get hugs. Only the Norwegians.
If any Muslim reads this, I'm NOT against all the Muslims in the world, I'm just really pissed off at the ones that are f'ing up Norway and Sweden. So for the Muslims that are f'ing up Norway and Sweden-prepare to be destroyed by those Vikings once they feel they're fed up with you.
I say, it's beautiful.
VIKINGS FTW!
Other updates:
-I'm starting to accidentally include Norwegian in my everyday conversations. (I'll be speaking English and I'll accidentally slip a word in Norwegian)
-My brother got a puppy named Ash. He likes to nibble on my fingers and he hates baths. He's adorable. :3
-I'm passing Math
-I'm studying random stuff like crazy because I like being smart.
-I'm reading poems by Edgar Allen Poe and other famous authors. I'm not sure why.
-In two weeks I'll be off to visit relatives
-Ash is terrified of my stove pipe hat
-Ash is sleeping on the couch. :D
-My back hurts from leaning over and my fingers hurt from slamming at the keyboard in anger from my previous rants.
Hopefully I will not bore or annoy you with more rants next time I update.
And maybe I'll draw more.
okthxbai.
Friday, April 1, 2011
I'm BACK!
At last, I have returned from my trip of Adventure and Awesome.
I called it 'The Quest for the search of Adventure and Awesome in Turkey and Greece. I thought it sounded fitting.
So it began with me hopping on the flying sausage and landing in Vancouver-land. I met up with my relatives and then we hopped on another flying not-so-sausage and landed in Amsterdam. The plane from Home-land to Vancouver-land had freaking terrible turbulence but it was awesome-like a roller coaster-and the one to Amsterdam had almost no turbulence and I threw up 5 minutes before landing. It sucked. But anywho, we got off the plane and toured around Amsterdam-land where we hopped on a tour boat and went through the canals and the tour boat guide-dude was funny. He was criticizing politics the whole time. After that we hopped on another flying not-so-sausage and landed in Istanbul-land at midnight. Some dude got us a crappy, expensive hotel that had like, no covers on the bed, but it was the only place that was open at such a profound hour so we took it for the night, but then switched to a hostel down the road the next day. The hostel was pretty cool and we met a family there from Czech-land, and they had three kids, and we had three kids (including me) and we all had the same ages so I have a buddy from Czech and he has a cool accent and he was pretty. Then we toured around Istanbul-land and went to the Grand Bazaar where we found freaking awesome stuff everywhere and I bound a purple leather bound journal there and stuff. There are people in the Grand Bazaar who are payed to walk around and offer people tea. We had apple tea, which was freaking amazing so I bought a package of it when we went to the spice market and I bought a package of black tea for my sister Becka and not I regret not getting more apple tea because it tastes awesomesauce in a can of liquid jesus bacon. Don't ask what awesomesauce in a can of liquid jesus bacon is, I just sorta made that up on the spot. So we stayed at the hostel for a couple days and my Czech buddy gave me Czech chocolate which was really tasty. I kept the wrapper and put it in my journal. We visited the Blue Mosque, where we had to take off our shoes and women had to put on a shawl. The floor was carpeted quite well and it looked really cool inside. Matty, my cousin, got his cheek pinched a lot. But continuing. We also visited an ancient palace and a museum that that was first a church, but then the muslims were all like, 'No. This place is ours.' So they took the church and messed it up a bit and turned it into a mosque. The muslims weren't happy with the Christians because they made pictures of their saints and in muslim religion you never make pictures of saints, people, or anything that is of 'god's creations' in sacred places. They use calligraphy instead. The loopy-schloopy writing looks pretty cool though. So we toured around there then we went to an underground museum that was made a really long time ago by Greeks. the Greekish people placed giant medusa heads at the bottom of a couple pillars there; one upside-down, the other on its side. They don't know what it signifies, but it was placed that way deliberately. A security guard down there got all angry-face at us because my cousins and I were wandering without 'parental guidance'. According to my ticket in there though, I'm an adult. ._.
Silly security guards. We had dinner that night with a freaking huge pomegranate that was about the size of a bowling ball. o.o My cousins made a deal with me that if they were good and didn't fight for the whole day they'd each get 2.5 litre bottles of Fanta. I kept my promise and they each got their giant freaking bottles of soda. That was 5 litres of Fanta worth less than $4 Canadian. I like the cheapness of Turkey. :D
Then the next day we went to a Turkish bath house. I've never been to one before so I was horribly confused. We stashed our clothes in lockers and wore swimwear-type underwear underneath a towel that hid our chest. That was it. Underwear and a towel. And some women wore nothing at all. The image of those naked women have been burned into my retinas for the rest of my life. I was on self service so I would have to remove my towel and get scrubbed down. The room where basically everything happened was a large, dim room with a giant platform made of marble in the middle. The room was very hot and the platform was heated to an even hotter temperature. I was in a compartment off the side of the room where I was alone, confused, and could only use my powers of observation to figure out what to do. There were large basins of water in there, and a hot running tap and a cold running tap. Then there were metal bowls. I had some soap I was given for self service so I did only what I thought I was supposed to do. I took a bowl, filled it with hot water, drenched my hair, then scrubbed myself down with the soap and washed it off with the bowl of water. A woman who worked there kept on walking to to fetch water to clean off the platform and eventually noticed I was confused and told me to sit on a shelf on the floor and dump water on myself. She passed me a bottle of shampoo and left. I was quite thankful for that. I didn't feel like sitting alone for another 10 confused minutes. So after I was done that Auntie Cory and Grandma and I went into a hot tub. They removed their towels to go in, but I was like, 'ehhhhhhhh. No.' So I went in with my towel on but nobody said I didn't have to. After that we went into a different room where we changed into dry towels and lounged. Then eventually we got changed again and went back to the hostel.
So after that we left Istanbul-land and went hopped on a boat to the other side of Turkey, where I got on the ferry seconds before they removed the gang-plank and cast off. We went to a place called Cappadocia-land. We took an over-night train to get there, where I got locked out of my cabin when I went to go to the bathroom. It was a pretty cool overnight train, though the cabins were small. Eventually at about 6am we arrived in Ankara-land and we took a bus to get to Cappadocia-land. That place was really cool. The cousins and Uncle Jim and Auntie Cory went on a balloon ride, and Zac bought a beer, and we went on a tour where I had to sit behind three spanish guys on the tour bus. It wasn't really all that bad actually, but I must say I've never seen three Spanish guys that are all gay with each-other. And love anime. The tour was awesome, we went to underground cities and went along a giant trail to get to a city nearby where we had lunch, which was really good. The tourists on the bus consisted of us six Canadians, a loner Japanese dude, a Japanese couple, their friend, and of course, the Spaniards. We went back to our hotel in Cappadocia-land after, and I sat in the lounge and went on the internets on Grandma's iPod Touch of lameness when a cat hopped up on my lap. He was all 'HEYYYYYY! I'M A CAT! IMMA SIT ON YOUR LAP OKAY?! OKAY! :D' and I was all, 'Ok fine.' And then another cat hopped up on my lap. And he was all, 'HEYYYYYYYY! I'M A CAT TOO! IMMA SIT ON YOUR LAP TOO ALRIGHT?! OKAY! :D' and I was all, 'Ok fine. Gawd. Just don't piss on me or anything gross like that.'
Then I looked down. Two more cats were sitting there. Staring at me with those same 'HEYYYYYYY! I'M A CAT! :D' eyes. I felt a bit disturbed. The receptionist, who I like to call 'pretty dude' 'cause he was pretty, just sorta laughed at me. Eventually one of the cats left, but the other one didn't, so I picked him up and took him off my lap but he was all, 'NOOOOOO! WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING TO SOMEONE AS ADORABLE AS MEEE?!' then hopped back on my lap. I was all, 'Silly cat.'
Just to break for a moment, I was writing the previous stuff in Info Tech class (computer class) and now I'm in elective class, where I should be taking Norwegian, but I've been working hard for the past couple days in Norwegian so I'm taking a bit of time in this class to write this out.
After spending a few awesome days in Cappadocia-land we took an over-night bus to Pamukkale-land. On the way to Pamukkale-land we stopped for a break and I went to the bathroom there, where I spotted a cat walking out of one of the bathroom stalls. It was quite interesting. Pamukkale-land is known for a freaking huge glacier right in the edge of the city. The glacier is tens of thousands of years old...and is made of calcium carbonate. The water that runs off of it is hot, and there are fresh hot springs all through it, which was totally beast. When we arrived in Pamukkale-land there was a dude that drove us to his hotel, along with a bunch of other people and we sat down in the lobby and talked about whether we wanted to stay there or got to another hotel. The dude was offering us awesome deals but he sounded scary, the place wasn't that great, and I was really tired and fell asleep sitting upright. We decided to go down the street and found a nicer hotel with an awesome receptionist who had an Australian accent. she was pretty cool. The rooms were nice and they had a pool, jacuzzi, and sauna outside. Eventually we went to the giant glacier thing and we walked through there and there was lots of international tourists, including some weird German guy who had a facial expression war with me. I won.
Further up the giant freaking glacier hill was an area with lots of grass and a few hills and such. We wandered through there and took pictures of the ancient ruins that were scattered through the area and found an ample theatre that was being restored. Then we walked back down and went to our hotel. We visited some more ruins and stuff in Pamukkale-land, then we went to another city called Bodrum-land.
Bodrum-land was...interesting. We accidentally went into a restricted area (but we didn't get caught) and I bought a model ship at a small tourist shop. There was hundreds, no, thousands of boats in the harbour. I was happy. I love boats. We got a nice hotel where I shared a room with Grandma, and they had a dalmatian there which made me sad because I missed my dalmatian named Hunter who died a couple years ago. D:
There was a dude there who I have dubbed 'creepy dude' because he was like, 19 and he was flirting with me. I was all, 'Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Too old. And too creepy.' But not to his face. Instead I ripped a page from my sketchbook, drew a totally morbid and creepy picture with lots of blood and gore and giggled evilly while drawing it. He got creeped out and I felt victorious. Then I dropped it on the table I was sitting at and left him to stare at it mortified. We went to a place there where we had fish for dinner, but we got to choose the fish we wanted to eat. It was pretty epic. The dude there taught us how to make paper roses in case 'we forgot flowers for our date'. I thought it was quite brilliant. But anywho, we went to the Eugene Sea not-land, and I took the pride of touching the sea before anyone else. It was warm, but there was lots of rocks that wanted to stab their pointy parts into the tender soles of my feet. D:
I made friends with a cat there. :D
We went for ice cream every day there and it was really good. I normally had chocolate with cappuccino. We did lots of stuff there that I can't remember, but I will make a total update later with absolutely EVERYTHING that happened in it. So then we hopped on a boat with really bad turbulence and waves and stuff (where Zac threw up) to an island called Kos-land, where we spent the day doing nothing and then we hopped on another boat at night to get to some random city where we'd go to Athens-land. The big boat was 3x the size of a BC ferry and it was really posh. The cabins had four beds, a closet, a computer desk, two chairs, a bench, and a bathroom with a shower and stuff in it. There was some light turbulence when morning came around, so I sat on the floor and watched people try to walk around, but they kept on getting thrown off because of the waves so whenever they took a step they stumbled like they were drunk. It was funny as hell to watch. I felt sick though so I threw up. But then I ate breakfast, which was an omelet, but I was unhappy because they didn't have croissants. Then Matt and I went out on deck where it was so windy you could barely walk ni some areas. Then I took a shower. Then we got off the boat. Then we took a bus to Athens-land. Where the butler on the bus stole Matty's Nintendo DS and started playing on it. We got to Athens-land and got ourself a hostel to stay in, and then Zac and I wandered through the market for a while.
When Auntie Cory and Uncle Jim were hostel hunting we stayed in the Athens-land town square where we were quite entertained by street performers who did some crazy dancing stuff. Our hotel had internets so I went on the computer and sent some emails and such, and then we toured around Athens-land, went to some ruins, toured the markets, bought 'This is SPARTA!' t-shirts, and then we went to ThisIsSparta-land. That place was awesome.
We saw the Greek Independence Day parade with lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of soldiers. Some had RPGs, others had big guns, and one dude had a cross bow. :D
After that we rented a car and drove to some place where we planned on staying for the long Independence Day weekend, but everyone from Athens-land went there, so we went to another town called something-or-another-land. I don't remember the name. Fort Minor-band probably doesn't like me for that.
We stayed in a bungallo there by the seaside and did fun stuff and drank orange juice and then we went back to Athens-land and stayed a cheap but posh hostel and then we hopped on an airplane and flew to Amsterdam-land and stayed there for a few hours and I felt sick. D:
Then we went to Vancouver, and then home.
The bell just rang so Imma update and fix this all later. okbye.
I called it 'The Quest for the search of Adventure and Awesome in Turkey and Greece. I thought it sounded fitting.
So it began with me hopping on the flying sausage and landing in Vancouver-land. I met up with my relatives and then we hopped on another flying not-so-sausage and landed in Amsterdam. The plane from Home-land to Vancouver-land had freaking terrible turbulence but it was awesome-like a roller coaster-and the one to Amsterdam had almost no turbulence and I threw up 5 minutes before landing. It sucked. But anywho, we got off the plane and toured around Amsterdam-land where we hopped on a tour boat and went through the canals and the tour boat guide-dude was funny. He was criticizing politics the whole time. After that we hopped on another flying not-so-sausage and landed in Istanbul-land at midnight. Some dude got us a crappy, expensive hotel that had like, no covers on the bed, but it was the only place that was open at such a profound hour so we took it for the night, but then switched to a hostel down the road the next day. The hostel was pretty cool and we met a family there from Czech-land, and they had three kids, and we had three kids (including me) and we all had the same ages so I have a buddy from Czech and he has a cool accent and he was pretty. Then we toured around Istanbul-land and went to the Grand Bazaar where we found freaking awesome stuff everywhere and I bound a purple leather bound journal there and stuff. There are people in the Grand Bazaar who are payed to walk around and offer people tea. We had apple tea, which was freaking amazing so I bought a package of it when we went to the spice market and I bought a package of black tea for my sister Becka and not I regret not getting more apple tea because it tastes awesomesauce in a can of liquid jesus bacon. Don't ask what awesomesauce in a can of liquid jesus bacon is, I just sorta made that up on the spot. So we stayed at the hostel for a couple days and my Czech buddy gave me Czech chocolate which was really tasty. I kept the wrapper and put it in my journal. We visited the Blue Mosque, where we had to take off our shoes and women had to put on a shawl. The floor was carpeted quite well and it looked really cool inside. Matty, my cousin, got his cheek pinched a lot. But continuing. We also visited an ancient palace and a museum that that was first a church, but then the muslims were all like, 'No. This place is ours.' So they took the church and messed it up a bit and turned it into a mosque. The muslims weren't happy with the Christians because they made pictures of their saints and in muslim religion you never make pictures of saints, people, or anything that is of 'god's creations' in sacred places. They use calligraphy instead. The loopy-schloopy writing looks pretty cool though. So we toured around there then we went to an underground museum that was made a really long time ago by Greeks. the Greekish people placed giant medusa heads at the bottom of a couple pillars there; one upside-down, the other on its side. They don't know what it signifies, but it was placed that way deliberately. A security guard down there got all angry-face at us because my cousins and I were wandering without 'parental guidance'. According to my ticket in there though, I'm an adult. ._.
Silly security guards. We had dinner that night with a freaking huge pomegranate that was about the size of a bowling ball. o.o My cousins made a deal with me that if they were good and didn't fight for the whole day they'd each get 2.5 litre bottles of Fanta. I kept my promise and they each got their giant freaking bottles of soda. That was 5 litres of Fanta worth less than $4 Canadian. I like the cheapness of Turkey. :D
Then the next day we went to a Turkish bath house. I've never been to one before so I was horribly confused. We stashed our clothes in lockers and wore swimwear-type underwear underneath a towel that hid our chest. That was it. Underwear and a towel. And some women wore nothing at all. The image of those naked women have been burned into my retinas for the rest of my life. I was on self service so I would have to remove my towel and get scrubbed down. The room where basically everything happened was a large, dim room with a giant platform made of marble in the middle. The room was very hot and the platform was heated to an even hotter temperature. I was in a compartment off the side of the room where I was alone, confused, and could only use my powers of observation to figure out what to do. There were large basins of water in there, and a hot running tap and a cold running tap. Then there were metal bowls. I had some soap I was given for self service so I did only what I thought I was supposed to do. I took a bowl, filled it with hot water, drenched my hair, then scrubbed myself down with the soap and washed it off with the bowl of water. A woman who worked there kept on walking to to fetch water to clean off the platform and eventually noticed I was confused and told me to sit on a shelf on the floor and dump water on myself. She passed me a bottle of shampoo and left. I was quite thankful for that. I didn't feel like sitting alone for another 10 confused minutes. So after I was done that Auntie Cory and Grandma and I went into a hot tub. They removed their towels to go in, but I was like, 'ehhhhhhhh. No.' So I went in with my towel on but nobody said I didn't have to. After that we went into a different room where we changed into dry towels and lounged. Then eventually we got changed again and went back to the hostel.
So after that we left Istanbul-land and went hopped on a boat to the other side of Turkey, where I got on the ferry seconds before they removed the gang-plank and cast off. We went to a place called Cappadocia-land. We took an over-night train to get there, where I got locked out of my cabin when I went to go to the bathroom. It was a pretty cool overnight train, though the cabins were small. Eventually at about 6am we arrived in Ankara-land and we took a bus to get to Cappadocia-land. That place was really cool. The cousins and Uncle Jim and Auntie Cory went on a balloon ride, and Zac bought a beer, and we went on a tour where I had to sit behind three spanish guys on the tour bus. It wasn't really all that bad actually, but I must say I've never seen three Spanish guys that are all gay with each-other. And love anime. The tour was awesome, we went to underground cities and went along a giant trail to get to a city nearby where we had lunch, which was really good. The tourists on the bus consisted of us six Canadians, a loner Japanese dude, a Japanese couple, their friend, and of course, the Spaniards. We went back to our hotel in Cappadocia-land after, and I sat in the lounge and went on the internets on Grandma's iPod Touch of lameness when a cat hopped up on my lap. He was all 'HEYYYYYY! I'M A CAT! IMMA SIT ON YOUR LAP OKAY?! OKAY! :D' and I was all, 'Ok fine.' And then another cat hopped up on my lap. And he was all, 'HEYYYYYYYY! I'M A CAT TOO! IMMA SIT ON YOUR LAP TOO ALRIGHT?! OKAY! :D' and I was all, 'Ok fine. Gawd. Just don't piss on me or anything gross like that.'
Then I looked down. Two more cats were sitting there. Staring at me with those same 'HEYYYYYYY! I'M A CAT! :D' eyes. I felt a bit disturbed. The receptionist, who I like to call 'pretty dude' 'cause he was pretty, just sorta laughed at me. Eventually one of the cats left, but the other one didn't, so I picked him up and took him off my lap but he was all, 'NOOOOOO! WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING TO SOMEONE AS ADORABLE AS MEEE?!' then hopped back on my lap. I was all, 'Silly cat.'
Just to break for a moment, I was writing the previous stuff in Info Tech class (computer class) and now I'm in elective class, where I should be taking Norwegian, but I've been working hard for the past couple days in Norwegian so I'm taking a bit of time in this class to write this out.
After spending a few awesome days in Cappadocia-land we took an over-night bus to Pamukkale-land. On the way to Pamukkale-land we stopped for a break and I went to the bathroom there, where I spotted a cat walking out of one of the bathroom stalls. It was quite interesting. Pamukkale-land is known for a freaking huge glacier right in the edge of the city. The glacier is tens of thousands of years old...and is made of calcium carbonate. The water that runs off of it is hot, and there are fresh hot springs all through it, which was totally beast. When we arrived in Pamukkale-land there was a dude that drove us to his hotel, along with a bunch of other people and we sat down in the lobby and talked about whether we wanted to stay there or got to another hotel. The dude was offering us awesome deals but he sounded scary, the place wasn't that great, and I was really tired and fell asleep sitting upright. We decided to go down the street and found a nicer hotel with an awesome receptionist who had an Australian accent. she was pretty cool. The rooms were nice and they had a pool, jacuzzi, and sauna outside. Eventually we went to the giant glacier thing and we walked through there and there was lots of international tourists, including some weird German guy who had a facial expression war with me. I won.
Further up the giant freaking glacier hill was an area with lots of grass and a few hills and such. We wandered through there and took pictures of the ancient ruins that were scattered through the area and found an ample theatre that was being restored. Then we walked back down and went to our hotel. We visited some more ruins and stuff in Pamukkale-land, then we went to another city called Bodrum-land.
Bodrum-land was...interesting. We accidentally went into a restricted area (but we didn't get caught) and I bought a model ship at a small tourist shop. There was hundreds, no, thousands of boats in the harbour. I was happy. I love boats. We got a nice hotel where I shared a room with Grandma, and they had a dalmatian there which made me sad because I missed my dalmatian named Hunter who died a couple years ago. D:
There was a dude there who I have dubbed 'creepy dude' because he was like, 19 and he was flirting with me. I was all, 'Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Too old. And too creepy.' But not to his face. Instead I ripped a page from my sketchbook, drew a totally morbid and creepy picture with lots of blood and gore and giggled evilly while drawing it. He got creeped out and I felt victorious. Then I dropped it on the table I was sitting at and left him to stare at it mortified. We went to a place there where we had fish for dinner, but we got to choose the fish we wanted to eat. It was pretty epic. The dude there taught us how to make paper roses in case 'we forgot flowers for our date'. I thought it was quite brilliant. But anywho, we went to the Eugene Sea not-land, and I took the pride of touching the sea before anyone else. It was warm, but there was lots of rocks that wanted to stab their pointy parts into the tender soles of my feet. D:
I made friends with a cat there. :D
We went for ice cream every day there and it was really good. I normally had chocolate with cappuccino. We did lots of stuff there that I can't remember, but I will make a total update later with absolutely EVERYTHING that happened in it. So then we hopped on a boat with really bad turbulence and waves and stuff (where Zac threw up) to an island called Kos-land, where we spent the day doing nothing and then we hopped on another boat at night to get to some random city where we'd go to Athens-land. The big boat was 3x the size of a BC ferry and it was really posh. The cabins had four beds, a closet, a computer desk, two chairs, a bench, and a bathroom with a shower and stuff in it. There was some light turbulence when morning came around, so I sat on the floor and watched people try to walk around, but they kept on getting thrown off because of the waves so whenever they took a step they stumbled like they were drunk. It was funny as hell to watch. I felt sick though so I threw up. But then I ate breakfast, which was an omelet, but I was unhappy because they didn't have croissants. Then Matt and I went out on deck where it was so windy you could barely walk ni some areas. Then I took a shower. Then we got off the boat. Then we took a bus to Athens-land. Where the butler on the bus stole Matty's Nintendo DS and started playing on it. We got to Athens-land and got ourself a hostel to stay in, and then Zac and I wandered through the market for a while.
When Auntie Cory and Uncle Jim were hostel hunting we stayed in the Athens-land town square where we were quite entertained by street performers who did some crazy dancing stuff. Our hotel had internets so I went on the computer and sent some emails and such, and then we toured around Athens-land, went to some ruins, toured the markets, bought 'This is SPARTA!' t-shirts, and then we went to ThisIsSparta-land. That place was awesome.
We saw the Greek Independence Day parade with lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of soldiers. Some had RPGs, others had big guns, and one dude had a cross bow. :D
After that we rented a car and drove to some place where we planned on staying for the long Independence Day weekend, but everyone from Athens-land went there, so we went to another town called something-or-another-land. I don't remember the name. Fort Minor-band probably doesn't like me for that.
We stayed in a bungallo there by the seaside and did fun stuff and drank orange juice and then we went back to Athens-land and stayed a cheap but posh hostel and then we hopped on an airplane and flew to Amsterdam-land and stayed there for a few hours and I felt sick. D:
Then we went to Vancouver, and then home.
The bell just rang so Imma update and fix this all later. okbye.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Welp, I leave tomorrow.
So tomorrow I hop on my airship and FLY! To Vancouver International Airport with my crap-load of homework and get on another airship and FLY! to Amsterdam then stay there for five hours, then get on another airship and FLY! to Istanbul.
I'm so excited it doesn't really feel like I'm going there.
Though I've never been on the 'flying sausage' (as my mom calls it) that goes from my city to Vancouver.
Here's basically what I do whenever I say 'fly':
But anywho.
I had a strange dream last night.
REALLY STRANGE.
It began with me on my trip in Turkey, but somehow I wound up in an old concentration camp called 'Primo Victoria', which is a song by Sabaton, one of my favourite bands.
Everyone in that concentration camp was basically a baby. A baby that looked bloody, deformed, and acted and talked like a normal adult.
And in this 'concentration camp' was basically just a couple bunk beds filled to the brim with the rotting carcasses of these 'babies'. I went to go find my camera because I wanted to a take a picture of something, and I eventually found my camera bag along with an old stuffed Eeyore that I have placed tight into a space on one of the 'bunks'. Instead of my camera though, I grabbed my Eeyore and told him not to stay in such places. Then I opened what would be my underwear drawer, which was just below me, and found a bunch of dead babies inside. These ones were actual babies though, not the ones in the 'bunks'. But the bunks turned out to be the other drawers of my dresser.
Then I woke up. And I'm afraid to look in my drawers, so I had to find some clean clothes from the laundry basket. It was pretty freaky.
And my fiddle teacher was ACTUALLY NICE TO ME THE OTHER DAY.
It was a miracle. Probably because I actually talked to him for once in eternity, and he felt that I was a nice person and decided to have a decent conversation, though it was short.
I'm still creeped out about that picture of him lying half naked next to his dog on Facebook. *shudder*
As for my math teacher, she's a bitch. To put simply.
She wants me to do math in a way that makes no sense whatsoever and I never get the answer right when I do it her way. So dad showed me his way, which was a billion times easier and faster. I wubbles dad. My math teacher got mad at me for not telling her that I was leaving for Turkey and Greece, but mom explained that she wasn't at the parent-teacher interviews where my mom explained to all my teachers that I was leaving. Then she got mad at me for doing it the way dad taught me. I told her that this way was much easier for me and that I did not benefit from her way whatsoever. I then proceeded to explain that outside of school, when I'm going to use math, I'm not going to show my work with every single damn step. I would simply find the answer, and when I do, figure it out to see if it works, and if it does, then yay. If not, then do it over again. It's not that big of a deal.
But no. She just has to whine and bitch about everything. Stupid shorty.
Ok, I've finished my rant. I feel better.
Also, I have about three more people I have to buy for in Turkey and Greece. This one guy always sits on the bus by me (so I call him bus buddy) and he's pretty cool even though we don't know each other. He was explaining to his friend that he wants a t-shirt from all the continents, and a t-shirt from America. I secretly wrote down to buy a t-shirt for bus buddy, then I will shyly offer it to him when I get back and build up the guts to do so.
He has pretty hair. I liek him.
I doubt I'll update tomorrow, but I will try to once I'm in Turkey or Greece.
And my sister gave me a letter and said I couldn't read it until I was on the plane from Vancouver to Amsterdam.
Weirdo.
I'm so excited it doesn't really feel like I'm going there.
Though I've never been on the 'flying sausage' (as my mom calls it) that goes from my city to Vancouver.
Here's basically what I do whenever I say 'fly':
But anywho.
I had a strange dream last night.
REALLY STRANGE.
It began with me on my trip in Turkey, but somehow I wound up in an old concentration camp called 'Primo Victoria', which is a song by Sabaton, one of my favourite bands.
Everyone in that concentration camp was basically a baby. A baby that looked bloody, deformed, and acted and talked like a normal adult.
And in this 'concentration camp' was basically just a couple bunk beds filled to the brim with the rotting carcasses of these 'babies'. I went to go find my camera because I wanted to a take a picture of something, and I eventually found my camera bag along with an old stuffed Eeyore that I have placed tight into a space on one of the 'bunks'. Instead of my camera though, I grabbed my Eeyore and told him not to stay in such places. Then I opened what would be my underwear drawer, which was just below me, and found a bunch of dead babies inside. These ones were actual babies though, not the ones in the 'bunks'. But the bunks turned out to be the other drawers of my dresser.
Then I woke up. And I'm afraid to look in my drawers, so I had to find some clean clothes from the laundry basket. It was pretty freaky.
And my fiddle teacher was ACTUALLY NICE TO ME THE OTHER DAY.
It was a miracle. Probably because I actually talked to him for once in eternity, and he felt that I was a nice person and decided to have a decent conversation, though it was short.
I'm still creeped out about that picture of him lying half naked next to his dog on Facebook. *shudder*
As for my math teacher, she's a bitch. To put simply.
She wants me to do math in a way that makes no sense whatsoever and I never get the answer right when I do it her way. So dad showed me his way, which was a billion times easier and faster. I wubbles dad. My math teacher got mad at me for not telling her that I was leaving for Turkey and Greece, but mom explained that she wasn't at the parent-teacher interviews where my mom explained to all my teachers that I was leaving. Then she got mad at me for doing it the way dad taught me. I told her that this way was much easier for me and that I did not benefit from her way whatsoever. I then proceeded to explain that outside of school, when I'm going to use math, I'm not going to show my work with every single damn step. I would simply find the answer, and when I do, figure it out to see if it works, and if it does, then yay. If not, then do it over again. It's not that big of a deal.
But no. She just has to whine and bitch about everything. Stupid shorty.
Ok, I've finished my rant. I feel better.
Also, I have about three more people I have to buy for in Turkey and Greece. This one guy always sits on the bus by me (so I call him bus buddy) and he's pretty cool even though we don't know each other. He was explaining to his friend that he wants a t-shirt from all the continents, and a t-shirt from America. I secretly wrote down to buy a t-shirt for bus buddy, then I will shyly offer it to him when I get back and build up the guts to do so.
He has pretty hair. I liek him.
I doubt I'll update tomorrow, but I will try to once I'm in Turkey or Greece.
And my sister gave me a letter and said I couldn't read it until I was on the plane from Vancouver to Amsterdam.
Weirdo.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
TURKEY. AND GREECE. But mostly Turkey.
I can't type today so I may be editing a lot.
So here's my trip in a picture:
1: Canada (Vancouver airport)
2: Amsterdam (5 hour layover)
3: Turkey (staying there for who knows how many days)
4: Greece (fly out of Athens)
5: Amsterdam (another 5 hour layover)
6: Vancouver airport
7: Home
So continuing...
The first place I'm exploring in Turkey in a Turkish Bazaar! I freaking love the word Bazaar. It has two 'a's and it sounds cool. And Bazaars themselves are cool.
So I found tons of cool pictures of Turkish Bazaars from Google Images.
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TURKISH DELIGHT FTW!!!!!!
OVERKILL 9000!!
These are evil eye charms. They're huge in Greece and Turkey, so I've heard.
So that's Turkish Bazaars.
I couldn't find much for Greece, but they do sell t-shirts, chocolate, mythological statues and books, and some other stuff.
Also in Turkey they're HUGE on selling pocket-watches and leather bound notebooks.
So I've written this all down, along with people I'm buying for.
ALSO, SONG OF THE...RIGHT NOW.
Blind Guardian-Wheel of Time [LINK-GO GO GO GO GO]
IT'S LIKE, THE BEST SONG! Of Right now that is, until I find a better song, which will be awhile. But definitely check out this song. It's amaaaaaaazing! I love it. XD
That's it for updates for now. I'll probably update again before I leave, or while I'm on my trip.
So here's my trip in a picture:
1: Canada (Vancouver airport)
2: Amsterdam (5 hour layover)
3: Turkey (staying there for who knows how many days)
4: Greece (fly out of Athens)
5: Amsterdam (another 5 hour layover)
6: Vancouver airport
7: Home
So continuing...
The first place I'm exploring in Turkey in a Turkish Bazaar! I freaking love the word Bazaar. It has two 'a's and it sounds cool. And Bazaars themselves are cool.
So I found tons of cool pictures of Turkish Bazaars from Google Images.
So that's Turkish Bazaars.
I couldn't find much for Greece, but they do sell t-shirts, chocolate, mythological statues and books, and some other stuff.
Also in Turkey they're HUGE on selling pocket-watches and leather bound notebooks.
So I've written this all down, along with people I'm buying for.
ALSO, SONG OF THE...RIGHT NOW.
Blind Guardian-Wheel of Time [LINK-GO GO GO GO GO]
IT'S LIKE, THE BEST SONG! Of Right now that is, until I find a better song, which will be awhile. But definitely check out this song. It's amaaaaaaazing! I love it. XD
That's it for updates for now. I'll probably update again before I leave, or while I'm on my trip.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Sure, I'll fill em' in. (and other updates)
Stolen from a Norwegian friend on DeviantART.
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Chloe
2. Celshy
3. Airship Captain/Nuisance
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU'VE HAD:
1. Celshonar
2. Captain
3. Doctor Octopus
THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33 MINUTES:
1. Packed a suitcase
2. Listened to one of my favourite songs {Link}
3. Posted my drawing on Facebook
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. I can draw/write
2. I have heterochromia. (two different coloured eyes)
3. I'm Norwegian
THREE THINGS YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. I tend to stalk people
2. I'm kinda short.
3. I'm sensitive at times
THREE PARTS OF YOUR ORIGINS:
1. ?
2. ??
3. ???
THREE THINGS YOU'RE AFRAID OF:
1. Falling from tall heights.
2. Hurting someone really badly
3. Stressfulness.
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Airship Captain jacket
2. Trousers.
3. Glasses.
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Drawing.
2. Going on the internets to learn about random stuff
3. Listening to Blind Guardian
THREE IMPORTANT OBJECTS:
1. Sketchbook
2. My camera
3. My computer.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:
1. Blind Guardian
2. Sabaton
3. Nightwish
THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY:
1. Draw. Drawdrawdraw.
2. Listen to Blind Guardian. Or Sabaton. Or Nightwish.
3. Write.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
1. Curse my Name - [link]
2. Skalds and Shadows - [link]
3. Angels are Calling - [link]
THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
1. Talk to 'Backwards'. You wouldn't know him. xD
2. Start my business
3. Have an epic battle with swords and film it and be famous on Youtube.
THREE THINGS YOU REGRET:
1. Liking 'Dead Crow'. I give almost everyone a nickname.
2. Getting Mr. Stone as a fiddle teacher. He sucks.
3. Not having friends until Grade 7.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. Hugs. I require hugs daily.
2. The kind where we could still be friends if we broke up.
3. Loyalty. I don't ask for much more.
THREE IMPORTANT THINGS YOU'VE GIVEN TO THE WORLD:
1. Probably nothing.
2. -
3. -
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:
1. I've had a boyfriend
2. I have a homosexual friend IRL.
3. When I was little I thought people in New Zealand spoke German.
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:
1. Eyes
2. Long hair
3. Smile
THREE EMOTIONAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:
1. Sense of Humor
2. Maturity
3. Sweetness
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
1. Beat Terry in a fight. D:
2. Draw people I know.
3. Talk nice about things I don't like.
THREE THINGS YOU MISS FROM YOUR PAST:
1. Playing with Hot Wheels on the Carpet Car city
2. Reduced amount of homework and chores
3. Freedom
THREE GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:
1. Weapons
2. Blind Guardian albums
3. My airship, Ophelia.
THREE REASONS WHY YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE:
1. Music
2. Friends.
3. Having a totally facked mind.
THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:
1. Drawing!
2. Blasting Blind Guardian
3. Writing
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Hop on an airship and just freaking EXPLORE THE WORLD!
2. Draw or write something awesome.
3. Feel free for once.
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. Medical student
2. Designer
3. Author
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR THE HOLIDAYS:
1. Norway! :D
2. Scandinavia
3. Old England villages.
THREE CARTOON CHARACTERS:
1. Herbert the Pervert
2. Stewie
3. Kenny
THREE BOY’S NAMES:
1. Roy
2. Tristan
3. Christopher
THREE GIRL'S NAMES:
1. Becka
2. Treya
3. Brittany
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Explore the world. Twice. No, three times. FIVE TIMES. I'll be travelling so much I probably won't need a home.
2. Attend the University of Oslo
3. Create a working Airship with my crew of five-Aryk, Lily, Vaelstrom, Gwynyth, and Gwen.
Ok, enough of that.
So I'm going to Greece and Turkey, and I leave on Wednesday. I'll try to update when I'm there, but I dunno if I'll have too much of a chance. D:
I'LL TRY. And I'll update about how awesome/crappy it was when I get back. :D
As for now, go on Youtube, look up 'Blind Guardian-Curse My Name' and listen to it. Over and over again. Listen to it at least a hundred times while surfing Stumbleupon.
Then you'll know how I spend my day.
I also do Searchwords all the time.
But that's it for now.
ONWARD TO GLORY, COMRADES!!!!
BECAUSE WHEN I LEAVE FOR GREECE AND TURKEY, I'M NOT GOING ON VACATION, I'M GOING ON AN ADVENTURE, A KRUSADE, AN EXPERIENCE, A QUEST FOR AWESOME!!!!!!!
I am extremely hyper.
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Chloe
2. Celshy
3. Airship Captain/Nuisance
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU'VE HAD:
1. Celshonar
2. Captain
3. Doctor Octopus
THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33 MINUTES:
1. Packed a suitcase
2. Listened to one of my favourite songs {Link}
3. Posted my drawing on Facebook
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. I can draw/write
2. I have heterochromia. (two different coloured eyes)
3. I'm Norwegian
THREE THINGS YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. I tend to stalk people
2. I'm kinda short.
3. I'm sensitive at times
THREE PARTS OF YOUR ORIGINS:
1. ?
2. ??
3. ???
THREE THINGS YOU'RE AFRAID OF:
1. Falling from tall heights.
2. Hurting someone really badly
3. Stressfulness.
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Airship Captain jacket
2. Trousers.
3. Glasses.
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Drawing.
2. Going on the internets to learn about random stuff
3. Listening to Blind Guardian
THREE IMPORTANT OBJECTS:
1. Sketchbook
2. My camera
3. My computer.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:
1. Blind Guardian
2. Sabaton
3. Nightwish
THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY:
1. Draw. Drawdrawdraw.
2. Listen to Blind Guardian. Or Sabaton. Or Nightwish.
3. Write.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
1. Curse my Name - [link]
2. Skalds and Shadows - [link]
3. Angels are Calling - [link]
THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
1. Talk to 'Backwards'. You wouldn't know him. xD
2. Start my business
3. Have an epic battle with swords and film it and be famous on Youtube.
THREE THINGS YOU REGRET:
1. Liking 'Dead Crow'. I give almost everyone a nickname.
2. Getting Mr. Stone as a fiddle teacher. He sucks.
3. Not having friends until Grade 7.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. Hugs. I require hugs daily.
2. The kind where we could still be friends if we broke up.
3. Loyalty. I don't ask for much more.
THREE IMPORTANT THINGS YOU'VE GIVEN TO THE WORLD:
1. Probably nothing.
2. -
3. -
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:
1. I've had a boyfriend
2. I have a homosexual friend IRL.
3. When I was little I thought people in New Zealand spoke German.
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:
1. Eyes
2. Long hair
3. Smile
THREE EMOTIONAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX:
1. Sense of Humor
2. Maturity
3. Sweetness
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
1. Beat Terry in a fight. D:
2. Draw people I know.
3. Talk nice about things I don't like.
THREE THINGS YOU MISS FROM YOUR PAST:
1. Playing with Hot Wheels on the Carpet Car city
2. Reduced amount of homework and chores
3. Freedom
THREE GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:
1. Weapons
2. Blind Guardian albums
3. My airship, Ophelia.
THREE REASONS WHY YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE:
1. Music
2. Friends.
3. Having a totally facked mind.
THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:
1. Drawing!
2. Blasting Blind Guardian
3. Writing
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Hop on an airship and just freaking EXPLORE THE WORLD!
2. Draw or write something awesome.
3. Feel free for once.
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. Medical student
2. Designer
3. Author
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR THE HOLIDAYS:
1. Norway! :D
2. Scandinavia
3. Old England villages.
THREE CARTOON CHARACTERS:
1. Herbert the Pervert
2. Stewie
3. Kenny
THREE BOY’S NAMES:
1. Roy
2. Tristan
3. Christopher
THREE GIRL'S NAMES:
1. Becka
2. Treya
3. Brittany
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Explore the world. Twice. No, three times. FIVE TIMES. I'll be travelling so much I probably won't need a home.
2. Attend the University of Oslo
3. Create a working Airship with my crew of five-Aryk, Lily, Vaelstrom, Gwynyth, and Gwen.
Ok, enough of that.
So I'm going to Greece and Turkey, and I leave on Wednesday. I'll try to update when I'm there, but I dunno if I'll have too much of a chance. D:
I'LL TRY. And I'll update about how awesome/crappy it was when I get back. :D
As for now, go on Youtube, look up 'Blind Guardian-Curse My Name' and listen to it. Over and over again. Listen to it at least a hundred times while surfing Stumbleupon.
Then you'll know how I spend my day.
I also do Searchwords all the time.
But that's it for now.
ONWARD TO GLORY, COMRADES!!!!
BECAUSE WHEN I LEAVE FOR GREECE AND TURKEY, I'M NOT GOING ON VACATION, I'M GOING ON AN ADVENTURE, A KRUSADE, AN EXPERIENCE, A QUEST FOR AWESOME!!!!!!!
I am extremely hyper.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Egypt is happy again-and other updates.
So their president resigned and now Egypt is all 'FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!'
Pretty damn happy.
The president was all, 'Oh. I've been working this job for 30 years. I wanted to stay until September, but I'm a bad aspect.' Yeah. You were, dude.
As for the other updates, I'm putting a design to the page, and possibly making a banner. Actually, you know what, I will make a banner. But right now I'm starving and my fingers are all jittery as a result. I need food. D;
And VALENTINES DAY! Known by some as Singles' Awareness Day, and one person on gaia called it "unimaginative, consumerist-oriented and entirely arbitrary, manipulative, and shallow interpretation of romance day."
I'm making Origami hearts with pouches on the inside, which I'm going to fill with candy and a valentine, then sew up the sides in a matter that makes it easily accessible from the middle.
And something is weird about this font style or something. The words seem closer together about midway through this upper part.
Odd.
Also, mom and dad were yelling at me to do something productive other than sit at the computer all day. Sitting at the computer all day is what I do to BE productive. You wouldn't believe the stuff I learn from spending 8 hours a day on this contraption. I'm a writer and designer, it's what I do, mom and dad. And I'm perfectly fit, so stop complaining.
Edit: Ok, so it only looks weird when I'm editing it.
Pretty damn happy.
The president was all, 'Oh. I've been working this job for 30 years. I wanted to stay until September, but I'm a bad aspect.' Yeah. You were, dude.
As for the other updates, I'm putting a design to the page, and possibly making a banner. Actually, you know what, I will make a banner. But right now I'm starving and my fingers are all jittery as a result. I need food. D;
And VALENTINES DAY! Known by some as Singles' Awareness Day, and one person on gaia called it "unimaginative, consumerist-oriented and entirely arbitrary, manipulative, and shallow interpretation of romance day."
I'm making Origami hearts with pouches on the inside, which I'm going to fill with candy and a valentine, then sew up the sides in a matter that makes it easily accessible from the middle.
And something is weird about this font style or something. The words seem closer together about midway through this upper part.
Odd.
Also, mom and dad were yelling at me to do something productive other than sit at the computer all day. Sitting at the computer all day is what I do to BE productive. You wouldn't believe the stuff I learn from spending 8 hours a day on this contraption. I'm a writer and designer, it's what I do, mom and dad. And I'm perfectly fit, so stop complaining.
Edit: Ok, so it only looks weird when I'm editing it.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Gameboy!
GAMEBOY! :D
Remember that old electronic that was so 'in' in the 1990's? And if you have all the games for it you were the coolest damn kid in class?
Well today I felt like bringing my old gameboy to school and playing Pokemon Blue on it. I had actually gotten quite a bit of work done on the game. I got that lazy Snorlax to get outta my way on Route 12, I obtained a pokemon and taught it surf so I could swim around and such, and I defeated a gym leader. I stood in one of the stairwells of my school during lunch, playing away, when some assholes who are younger than me began to tease me about my gameboy, and how they had one when they were 5. I tried ignoring them at first, I was busy getting my Magikarp back from the Daycare Man so I could level him into a Gyardos, but the bastards wouldn't leave me alone. I looked up from my game finally, and asked simply, "So?" And here's how the conversation went:
Bastard #1: "I used to play that game, and then my mom got a job."
Bastard #2: "I have an xbox kinect! Beat that!"
Me: "Try bringing that into school, leaning up against a wall and playing without other people asking for a turn."
Bastards 1, 2 and 3: ".............."
They fell silent for a moment, attempting to think of a comeback. I guess they didn't have a DS either.
They left and I got my Magikarp back, and continued on my merry way through Cinnabar Island, defeating trainers and leveling up my pokemon happily. I was the God of Pokemon in my school, and no bastard with an xbox kinect was ever going to confront me ever again. The powers of the Gameboy raised me better than any parent would, and that's all that mattered at that time.
Pictures later, I'm going to bed.
Remember that old electronic that was so 'in' in the 1990's? And if you have all the games for it you were the coolest damn kid in class?
Well today I felt like bringing my old gameboy to school and playing Pokemon Blue on it. I had actually gotten quite a bit of work done on the game. I got that lazy Snorlax to get outta my way on Route 12, I obtained a pokemon and taught it surf so I could swim around and such, and I defeated a gym leader. I stood in one of the stairwells of my school during lunch, playing away, when some assholes who are younger than me began to tease me about my gameboy, and how they had one when they were 5. I tried ignoring them at first, I was busy getting my Magikarp back from the Daycare Man so I could level him into a Gyardos, but the bastards wouldn't leave me alone. I looked up from my game finally, and asked simply, "So?" And here's how the conversation went:
Bastard #1: "I used to play that game, and then my mom got a job."
Bastard #2: "I have an xbox kinect! Beat that!"
Me: "Try bringing that into school, leaning up against a wall and playing without other people asking for a turn."
Bastards 1, 2 and 3: ".............."
They fell silent for a moment, attempting to think of a comeback. I guess they didn't have a DS either.
They left and I got my Magikarp back, and continued on my merry way through Cinnabar Island, defeating trainers and leveling up my pokemon happily. I was the God of Pokemon in my school, and no bastard with an xbox kinect was ever going to confront me ever again. The powers of the Gameboy raised me better than any parent would, and that's all that mattered at that time.
Pictures later, I'm going to bed.
Egypt is not happy.
As we all know, Egypt is all like,
Some holding signs, some holding weapons. Some holding signs that they're using as weapons.
But yeah. So Egypt is all raging and such about their government, and the guys is all like, 'Well Imma stay in office 'til September, lawl!'
Which makes me sad, because then people will continue revolting until that happens, and I was supposed to go to Egypt during Spring Break, but we may have to jump to plan B.
Turkey, Cyprus, and Greece.
I remember my dad (who is a firefighter, now the former fire chief because he retired) giggling about how they couldn't put out the fires in Greece, because you can't use water on a grease fire. I face-palmed.
But if I did go to Egypt, I wouldn't be able to celebrate Norwegian Constitution Day, because most people in Egypt are Muslims, and Muslims+Norwegians=no no. They don't like each other. To express myself, if I celebrated Norwegian Constitution Day in Egypt, I'd get shot. :(
And it wouldn't be make anything better. Imagine that you're yelling, revolting, getting injured, you know, stuff you do when your government decides to be a bitch, and then to add to that, you got some pansy from a country that is supposed to be pretty awesome, celebrating something from a country that you highly dislike.
Rage metre?
Rage metre. Like it? :D
I thought it was pretty awesome.
So yeah, that's basically how it is right now.
Some holding signs, some holding weapons. Some holding signs that they're using as weapons.
But yeah. So Egypt is all raging and such about their government, and the guys is all like, 'Well Imma stay in office 'til September, lawl!'
Which makes me sad, because then people will continue revolting until that happens, and I was supposed to go to Egypt during Spring Break, but we may have to jump to plan B.
Turkey, Cyprus, and Greece.
I remember my dad (who is a firefighter, now the former fire chief because he retired) giggling about how they couldn't put out the fires in Greece, because you can't use water on a grease fire. I face-palmed.
But if I did go to Egypt, I wouldn't be able to celebrate Norwegian Constitution Day, because most people in Egypt are Muslims, and Muslims+Norwegians=no no. They don't like each other. To express myself, if I celebrated Norwegian Constitution Day in Egypt, I'd get shot. :(
And it wouldn't be make anything better. Imagine that you're yelling, revolting, getting injured, you know, stuff you do when your government decides to be a bitch, and then to add to that, you got some pansy from a country that is supposed to be pretty awesome, celebrating something from a country that you highly dislike.
Rage metre?
Rage metre. Like it? :D
I thought it was pretty awesome.
So yeah, that's basically how it is right now.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Just Some Updates.
This is going to be a fairly large post. You have been warned.
Teachers:
Teachers can be horribly cruel, insanely nice, and plainly totally awesome. All my teachers are pretty cool, though the warm-ups my PE teacher make me do are sort of torturous. My favourite teacher is my English teacher-Mr. Hall. He appreciates my witty comments and creative stories, and we get along pretty well; we watched an episode of Destination Truth instead of doing work. I asked him today if he would celebrate Norwegian Constitution Day with me so I wouldn't feel alone. I'm part Norwegian, and I've wanted to celebrate it for a while, but unfortunately, Norwegian Constitution Day falls on the same day as St. Patrick's Day. So I've made a vow. I'm going to get a plastic viking helmet, tie my Norwegian flag around my neck as a cape, then parade throw the school singing the Norwegian National Anthem at the top of my lungs. Oh yes, and I'm going to have the Norwegian flag painted on my face. But anyhow. Another awesome teacher I have is Mr. Sull. His name rhymes with Mr. Hall, I know. But Mr. Sull is East Indian. He's still a badass teacher though. One day we were sitting in class, doing our work when some really noisy kids were yelling and shouting in the hallway. Mr. Sull was getting progressively angrier, so stuck his head out the door to see which kids it was. Two boys, fairly short, and looking like they haven't really matured yet.
What happened:
Teachers:
Teachers can be horribly cruel, insanely nice, and plainly totally awesome. All my teachers are pretty cool, though the warm-ups my PE teacher make me do are sort of torturous. My favourite teacher is my English teacher-Mr. Hall. He appreciates my witty comments and creative stories, and we get along pretty well; we watched an episode of Destination Truth instead of doing work. I asked him today if he would celebrate Norwegian Constitution Day with me so I wouldn't feel alone. I'm part Norwegian, and I've wanted to celebrate it for a while, but unfortunately, Norwegian Constitution Day falls on the same day as St. Patrick's Day. So I've made a vow. I'm going to get a plastic viking helmet, tie my Norwegian flag around my neck as a cape, then parade throw the school singing the Norwegian National Anthem at the top of my lungs. Oh yes, and I'm going to have the Norwegian flag painted on my face. But anyhow. Another awesome teacher I have is Mr. Sull. His name rhymes with Mr. Hall, I know. But Mr. Sull is East Indian. He's still a badass teacher though. One day we were sitting in class, doing our work when some really noisy kids were yelling and shouting in the hallway. Mr. Sull was getting progressively angrier, so stuck his head out the door to see which kids it was. Two boys, fairly short, and looking like they haven't really matured yet.
What happened:
Made my day. Mr. Sull can be a bit odd though. I could have sworn he was gay or something the first few days of school, because he was wearing a bright blue lululemon hoodie, a pink shirt, blue jeans, and sandals.
Ms. Marsh is my temporary math teacher, after that we're getting a really mean math teacher, but it can't be that bad, because Ms. Marsh is kind of mean too. My Science teacher is also the woodwork teacher, and he's pretty cool and thinks I'm awesome because I'm really smart in science and I get 100% on almost all my assignments. My Home Ec teacher is awesomesauce. As a sewing warm-up we made animals stuffed with rice, and I made a whale named Professor Fiddletwig. The teacher said we had to get fabric from the scrap bin in order to make it, so I found some fabric with oak leaves on it and used that. I didn't want to give it eyes, but the teacher insisted that the only way we would be able to get marks is if we put eyes on our critters, so I was forced to do so (I took them off afterwards, though. They looked ugly). My teacher saw me carrying him around and he didn't have eyes so she continuously glared at me and asked why I didn't have eyes.
Me: Well, I didn't want to give him eyes. He looks weird with them...
Teacher: Oh really now?
Me: Yeah.
Teacher: *glares* Well then! We shall have a battle of the wits! You go first.
Me: You already marked him.Teacher: Damn. That was witty. Alright, you win.
WARNING: A bit of a rant up ahead.
My Info Tech teacher is pretty cool too, but she's not too smart at computers. I know waaaaay more than she does, but right now I'm a little resentful about Info Tech, although it is better than taking French. The teacher doesn't teach the stuff that I want to learn. All she's done since the beginning of the year is teach us how to use Microsoft Word (which is easy as hell), and now she's teaching us Excel (which I've been working with for a looong time). I wanted to take Info Tech to learn Graphic designing, 3-D modelling and photo editing and such. But I'm stuck with some assignments which take me 20 minutes to do, tops. I'm several assignments ahead of everyone and I've done more detailed work than they have.
But I'll finish ranting now.
Rant completed.
However, I learned today how much my PE teacher sucks. I had got my hair cut the other day, and personally, it looks terrible. I don't really like it. So do hide my horribly cut bangs, I brushed my hair forward from the back of my head. That doesn't quite sound very descriptive, but it's how I normally do my hair, and my PE teacher got mad at me and insisted I style my hair differently to that she could see my eyes and make sure I was paying attention. My first thought was, 'What the HELL is wrong with you?! I don't have any friends in PE, so who is going to distract me from learning? Idiot!' But I simply told her my hair does go in any other direction without feeling extremely uncomfortable. She nodded then attempted to compliment me by calling me 'tiny'. I thought I was going to explode. TINY? I'm more muscular than that woman, and she's only a could inches taller than me, so who was she to call me tiny? Sure, I'm skinny as a twig, but that's still no reason to call someone tiny. So annoyed, and a little upset, I went to home ec afterwards, where my totallyawesomesauce teacher noticed that something was wrong and asked whose ass she had to kick.
My Unbirthday:
This occasion was named after the Alice In wonderland reference, because it was indeed, my unbirthday. Since my real birthday is in July, I asked my friends to decorate my locker on my half birthday, January 10th. But they forgot. There are few things more heartbreaking than your friends forgetting your unbirthday. So when I got to school I went to my locker in hopes of seeing it decorated, but my friend that said that she'd bring all the decorating supplies arrived only slightly earlier, so hadn't enough time to decorate it. She went up to another one of my friends and asked her to help decorate my locker, but recently Jessica got a cellphone and all she ever does is text. Jess said no, then walked away, making me feel even more heartbroken, because she had been saying she'd decorate my locker for 3 months, and then she broke that all because of her social life. So I helped Tessa decorate my own locker for my own unbirthday. It was very interesting though. She put up a colourful sign that read 'Happy Unbirthday to you!' and we taped balloons to it. Unfortunately, people are bastards, so when I got back from my first class all the balloons were gone, so at lunch we hung up more balloons then wrote threat notes on them, like, "Happy Unbirthday! Hope you have fun killing people with your swords if they take the balloons! :D " But the balloons still disappeared, so we just stuffed my locker full of them. My friend that was with me the entire time, Tessa, texted Jess saying that my locker looked awesome and that she should have helped decorate, and Jessica said she was busy at the time.
Busy doing what, eh? Texting obviously. And hanging out with her other friends.
More updates to come. I'll try not to fill them with rants. D:
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