Do you think that if you had facial hair and played a brass instrument that your mouthpiece would irritate you scruff? You know like if you had facial hair right under your bottom lip and a mustache er something. I don't know maybe my lips just aren't big enough, well at least my top lip isn't big enough, to cover the whole mouthpiece... and I don't have facial hair...

Yup, so apparently driving behind a police car, with 7 girls in a *extended cab* pick-up isn't exactly a good idea. Unless your super sly like I am. Well not really sly.. but it was so obvious that the vehicle was overloading.. there was a zillion heads boobing all over the place. meh... all worked out well

I think that we should paint the K car yellow and get a *UNITED* sign on the roof.... at least I think that's what taxi's have on them.. don't see them very often.

Lyd and I spent the afternoon in front off the tv watching moives.. I think that I sang off my aggression.

The only way I could have done any wore on my exam, is if I had handed it blank.. I think that I convinced myself that I was stupid and didn't know anything after my finite episode, so I went in to the exam.. and things that I had studied for didn't make sense anymore, and even if I knew how to do it I didn't believe myself.. I have no idea what went wrong but it had better be over by monday.

Do you ever get the feeling that you're being picked on?

I am Jill's overwhelming sense of failure. (that's for you laur)

Had some scary dreams last night. I was writing the chemisty exam, but the teacher was my finite teacher, and it was my gr 10 science class, in my elementry school, and the exam was out of 15. So that was weird... it didn't go that bad though.
I got my real finite mark back today, and if you want to hear me bitch for a half an hour, I suggest you ask me about it. I miss read TWO questions.. grrr. Oh well.. mom says "Anna that's a good mark" at least someone thinks so. Algeo tomorrow.. meh... studying is a waste of time.. I think I'm going to watch a few more disney movies. That's okay.. I get to escape from Sarnia life for a bit on sunday.. I'm going to make a list.

Got in some good movie watching today... should have probably saved that for friday... I was supposed to be studying Hess's law and such, still don't know what le Chatier's principle is.. oh well.. seriously though, who can resist a Disney Masterpiece.

I saw my grade school crush at church today, he had a full out beard! like the mustache and everything, his entirre bottom half of his face, covered in hair, and he's eighteen years old... meh.. maybe I'm missing out on something, maybe it's the new trend at his highschool er something, or maybe he spends too much time on the farm with his dad.. I don't know.


My Oma turned 92 yesterday, she's my dad's mom, not grandma.

I went to bed with wet hair last night... very scary.

I just got back from working a bingo for the ringette association, it was tough, but a pack of bubblicious, a timmy's iced cap, and 3 hours later I made it out alive.. a dimished lung capacity, but healthy still...

My Dad was trying to teach my mom to cook...
"Dad says this is called 'stir-fry' because your supposed to stir it!"
she wasn't even being sarcastic, she's truly an entertainment.

Grr.. aparently there's been a misunderstanding about my "sleeping blog" I didn't mean to offend anyone.. I just don't understand how you can sleep that far into the day. Around here kids wake-up around five or six to do chores in the barn... I'm not saying that your living your life the wrong way.. it just doesn' t make any sense to me. And I previously had no idea that people actually read my blogs besides Lauren and Sinead... sorry, next time I'll try to express my opinion more efficiently.

My sister is definatly a better horn player than I was when I was in grade nine.

Just ran upstairs to get changed.. Mom made my bed and left me aromathearpy bath salts.. things are looking up

I'm not sure if this is a new concept, but after it snows four inches.. you plow the roads. Definatly had a confilict with that idea today.

The customer is NOT always right. grrr...

between hottubbing and washing dishes I feel like I've been in steambath for 8 hours

Why do people sleep in past 9.... serioulsy though.. your wasting at least a thrid of you day away, and in the winter it's almost half of the daylight hours. Does that mean that they have nothing better to do than sleep? Or are they just lazy, hey. If your one of those you're probably thinking "I need to catch up on my sleep" But seriously wouldn't it be in your better interest to just get enough sleep during the week, 'cause your going to wake up after 10-12 hours of sleep, having overslept you wander around the house for a couple more hours before you actually wake up.. So let's say that it's around 1:30 by then, and it'd be a sat so you've got 12 more waking hours. OR you could have been resonable and got up after 8 hours of sleep, let's say around 9, and not oversleep and then have close to 17 hours left in your day.... Let's be resonable here

Just finished watching "He Got Game" with my sister. I think that I'm missing this huge emotion that everyone else has. It's like my chemical make-up doesn't include it. 'cause we were watching it and at the end of the movie you could tell that you were supposed to feel something, but I just didn't know what it was, 'cause I felt nothing. And it's not just in movies, it's with everything. I'd be talking to someone and they'd say something and I wouldn't think anything of it, and then later I'd be talking to Terra and she'd be like "They said that?" and then I'd be like oh...
I pity anyone who has to deal with my handicap. I can only imagine how frustrating it would be to take a risk and tell someone something, and then they'd be like "Yeah, so today I got three bruises while playing ringette!" It's ridiculous.
This guy in my finite class once told me (when we had gr 12 physics together) "You have got to be the stupidest smart person that I know." maybe it's true

Just finished watching "He Got Game" with my sister. I think that I'm missing out on something huge, like an emotion that the rest of the world has and my specefic chemical horomone levels enable me to have that emotion, 'cause at the end of the movie I knew that you were supposed to feel something.. I just didn't know what it was. It wasn't just with movies, it's with everything, like someone will say something and I'll think nothing of it, and then I'll be talking to Terra or someone and they'll be like "they said that" like it was a huge deal and then I'll be like.. oh.
I just don't understand this emotional thing, and I pity anyone that has to deal with my handicap, I can only imagine how frustrating it would be. Someone goes out and takes a risk and tells you something and then your like "Yeah, so today I got three bruises while playing ringette!" It ridiculous..
This kid in my finite class once said to me (while we had gr 12 physics together) "You have got to be the stupidest smart kid that I know" Maybe it's true hey?

I made it to school and wrote my finite exam...grr... I definately didnt' accomplish my goal. What kind of course is finite anyways? It's useless. Oh well worrying about it isn't going to change anything hey.

My car won't start

I'm supposed to write my exam at 11.. here I am.. with my old reliable K car.. and it won't start.. I live in the middle of nowhere.. 40km from the school... it's hopeless...

Got a good nights sleep in prep for my exam today. Waking up after several consecutive dreams about boys is the happiest feeling in the world. It just enhances my extreame confidence. I know that I'm going to get into that exam and freak though. every mark means one percent. But let's be serious, I've survived attacks much greater than anything my finite teacher can throw at me.

I'm the queen of finite.. I think that they should put my name up beside the picture of Einstien in Stickley's (the finite teacher) room. In seventeen hours I'm going to make finite history.

I'm want to move to Toronto. There's definatly things to experience there, things that I'm pretty sure I'm not going to find in Sarnia.

blog to self: never ever consume a pot of tea and two pepsi's in a period on 2 hours... well at least not on a school night

If the bible refers God's love to be *unconditional love* does that mean that there's such a thing as *conditoinal love*? I don't get it. Let's be serious, if someone's love is conditional it's not love at all... or maybe it is and my idea of love is more intense than what love really is. But that doesn't make sense, because how can there be an emotion *more intense* than love? Isn't that supposed to be the greatest feeling. Also, can you fall out of love? because people are always like "have you ever been in love" meaning that you aren't anymore, but that's not love right? that's the conditional love, the fake stuff, yes?
I'm going to get yelled at for this, I can hear it already.
So say you thought that you were in love, how would you know anyways? it's not like you know what it's supposed be like. If you did, how would you know? Perhaps someone told you, but how do you know that they know? I once asked my friend (without pointing any fingers) how she knew, and she gave me all these reasons, about being completly comfortable, and predicting their actions, and a bunch of other crazy things.. But how does she know that something better doesn't exist, and she just hasn't found it yet?
The answer "You just know," just isn't good enough either. Sure I believe in love, but only a handful of people have experienced it.

I got home tonight and thought that I was going to study for finite for 7 hours.. no.. my boss called and asked me to babysit, Do five year olds seriously get growing pains? 'cause we definatly had a good half hour cry over it when it was bedtime... on top of that while I was babysitting this girl on my ringette team called and asked if I could help her with her math after I was finished babysitting, of course I said yes, and I was there until about 15 min ago... so here I am, overdosed on caffine, forcing myself to sit still while conquering the probability that the first bingo number called is going to be one of the five numbers in the B column on my card, BAHH! Nothing productive is going to come of this.

Today was one of those days that you were glad that you went to school, you didn't do any work and just got caught up in you relationships the whole class, and you didn't get made fun of about you sister.. well.. just in finite, but that's a given. Today was also full of experiences, after two weeks of hibernation, today I learnt that the gr 11 girls have a point system, for their "accomplishments" with guys, seriously.. I'm digusted, seriously sick. Sure at one time I too was boy crazy, but I still had self-respect. Also today I saw the new $10 bill, it's disgusting, seriously, not traditionally Canadian at all, I don't like it.

My ringette team kicked butt tonight.. Goderich ventured town to our small town, looking for the win. No. That definatly didn't happen, we spanked them 10-4.. that's a huge score! I, dubbed "the plow" by my teammates, repeatedly skated around the other girls like pylons, and even pull off a goal (the 4th one.. so we were still excited when we scored). Wow.. I'm soo going to miss it next year. :*(

This morning, and again this afternoon I went soaring past a cop going 130 in a 100.. luckily didn't get pulled over.. but my heart definatly skipped a few beats. That would have been a heathly 3 point, $235 slap across the wrist.

Not only did have my brief affair with the law, but also on the way home the kid I was driving asked me if I wanted to listen to "Lincon Park" so being the adventerous person I said yes. Wow... that stuff is crazy, in the course of the drive I developed this intense headache.. you know one of those behind your eye. So anyways.. I was driving along the highway, minding my own business, casually passing this transport, when out of nowhere it all of a sudden decides to switch lanes.. well, since I was driving in a two lane highway this means that the transport thought that he would gracefully shove my car off the road! I frantically began to speed up and reached for the horn, but the music was so loud that I couldn't tell if the horn was honking or not! So here I am randomly hitting the center of my steering wheel going 140km/h with this "Lincon Park" hate music blaring, I felt like a stunt devil in a movie er something, but seriously, something has to be done with these outrageous gas prices. Those transports aren't exactly the safest vehicles.

"I haven't been fucked like that since grade school." - Marla Singer

Your thinking to yourself.. "why isnt' she in school? i thought that she said that she was in OA" yes puzzling, but i'm definatly on spare watching "Fight Club" with Lauren Jamieson.. what a gal...

My dad bought this cereal with dehydrated strawberries in it.. it's great sorta like Vector, except that the milk tastes like sugar. Who thinks of these things?

I definatly just listened to the new dave (dave matthews band, we're on a first name basis) song twenty times over. If I knew how to add links I would.. but I can't.. but you should still definatly go to www.dmband.com and download it.. it's great. Seriously though... it's been like an hour, the same song.. just can't get enough.. soo good

On friday my sister gave me her combination to go to her locker and get her homework for her. I haven't been down the grade nine hall in a while, (actually I haven't been at school during free periods in a while) anyways, being my observant self I noticed the abundance of girls with thier hair done up, wearing those silver disco earings. It occured to me that people actually try to look nice to impress thier peers, (something that I haven't done in a while). I politely smiled at one of my sister's freinds, (she too was dressed-to-impress) she polietly smiled back, (which was awkward 'cause usually the grade nines kiss your feet) and glanced unapprovingly at my lack of morning-prep. At first I was very offeneded andn wonder who she thought that she was, but then I realised that I was one of those OA bums that I had looked at in grade nine and asked myself "do they know that they look like that? What are they thinking?" Probably that there's more to life than highschool hey?

I'm a genious

The time on this is 3 hours behind.. I wish I knew how to fix it

Wow.. this is so exciting.. I can just type all this stuff and people I dont' even know are going to read it..

this is my own blog page.. quite exciting actually. now I dont' have to bore my sister with my random thoughts