I need to not.

If you spent a day listening in on my thoughts you would have a bucket of Lol.

Last night was intense. I pretended I was some french exchange student.

All I can say is that there's someone walking around thinking they spent a few hours talking to a chick from France. That makes me smile.

I found out my pal likes to check my blog everyday

His name is Jordan.

HERE'S A SHOUT!

We're going to go get fake ID's together, our new identities are going to be brother and sister, JEWISH SIBLINGS.

I cant wait to club with you my boy :)

Here's to bed.

My mom made jam today, theres a lot in my kitchen.

Gotta go slap my own face.

Salut

I was sooo drunk last night....

Except i wasn't really. I just slapped a guy in the face because he deserved it.

Plans for a delicious day. I'm hanging out with my pal meghan. Many fun times to be enjoyed. :D

Anywho. I look like someone out of south pacific today. its pretty lol. Im such in a showtunes sort of mood. Im listening to "I'm alive" from the new musical next to normal. SO GOOD. i am jealous. This song is so brilliant. Holy shit. Im lost. My sentences are really short. AHHHHH! I'm going slightly insane.

I have this great memory from last night. Cass + amb had fallen asleep in the middle of Raise your Voice but i was just so into it. So i kept watching

 it and making my witty little comments to them. I also found my old boyfriend. The original Michael Cera. "Johnny Lewis" was also on the OC. In RYV he wass "Kiwi" and on the OC his name was "Chilli".... hmmm.... 

The best part was the fact that Kat Dennings was in this movie. SO RANDOM. I use to like seriously dislike her (i dont know why..) But lately I've had this weird soft spot for her. Probably cause she was in raise your voice. (random as shit)

Off to make plans, Jingle Jangle.

Salut.

ps. I saw the Hangover. FUNNIEST FUCKING MOVIE YOU WILL EVER SEE.

1 + 1 = who the fuck cares

Im done math for the rest of my life. YES! I freaked out after it was done.  For that I am pleased. Tonight i have to go pick up my scholarship award I won. I got it for my musical theatre tuition next year, apparently im pretty good at singing and dancing and such. Yay. I guess there's not that much to blog about, I did already do it this morning. Blair did her job.

This is boring. I leave you with a link to this.

Eff.

I'm off to do my psych/math finals. 

Wish me luck!

Give me strength Blair Waldorf.

Salut.

2 down 2 to go.

I did two finals today. I had english first and i managed to not get smacked in the face by my english teacher's nipples. You would understand if you went to my school. I spent the lunch break between final blocks writing cheat sheets for my french final. I ended up only using one since i was sitting next to my bestie, who i copied off of. god knows I love her. I also helped my other friend answer the multiple choice using pencil signs. Eraser tip is up - A Eraser tip to the right - B Eraser tip down - C Eraser tip to the left - D. the tricky ones were E's. On those i would just shrug. I hate school. Anywhooo. Tomorrow I have two more finals. Im FUCKED for the math one. no way I'm going to do well. I suck at life. Psychology = one large study sheet which i will smuggle in my bra and keep it out on my desk the whole time cause i doubt ms mann will notice.

Off the subject of school. Please. It's killing me not so softly. 

Laura Marling and Bob Dylan are my friends right now. Well they are friends to my ears. I'm listening to Laura slur her brilliant lyrics from New Romantic, and occasionally watching a friend of mine cover Blowin' in the wind. Both are making me happy. 

Summer is so close I can smell the over priced candy at the little concession in the park across the street. I can't wait to grab my notebook, some sunblock, a baggie of real fruit gummies and a pen and head out there for a day. The only hard part is trying to avoid the children picking at me. For some reason they like my face. I don't know why. I'm terrible with children. 

I guess I should go study with my dad. Who is a mathematician. Seriously.

Salut.

Ps. My neighbor is jumping on his trampoline trying to peek into my room.

Fuck you broseph, I have blinds and curtains.

All of that love packed up into a Blue Yaris.

My French Teacher owns a light blue yaris. He has a wife, a daughter who is a year old today and a dog named Bella. He may or may not be a werewolf. 

I'm blogging early today because if i don't I'll stop studying. I already tried tackling Psychology, that was a bust. It's really hard to study for Ms Mann's Psych 11 class (number one, Ms Mann is frighteningly 4"11) because you look at the notes she gives you for the test and you think to yourself, WOW this is fucking common sense. She gives us the words we need to know for "fill in the blanks" and "matching" and yes, we get a word bank. It's like a grade 7  english test (which i probably failed back then anyway...) There I go again, wallowing in self pity. ATM I am listening to some fab french music, (myspace.com/odlandmusic if you're interested) my favorites are "Mathilde Rossignol" and "Train" (for the Ukulele.)

A wise pal of mine once said "in order to have good stories you must do some fucking crazy things" or something along those lines. I think she's right, my blog is boring since I do nothing. UGH. OH I found out today my dad came across my twitter and read all my updates. They are pretty inappropriate, especially the one that was stolen by the book my favorite, Amy Sedarais wrote. Now he thinks im like a nympho or something (which I'm not...) that was embarrassing.. I tried to be like "oh those were just jokes with friends.." but he stood there looking really awkward and said "you should make your updates private."

Blerg.

I look forward to blogging soon. Probably again tonight since I'm a looooooser. 

Looky here partner.

Well, here I am again. Bloggin' No followers. Puhlease. I have more followers on Twitter. Yes I have a twitter. lol all you want. 

Dear residents of the world who come across this and have some stupid idea that it is always cold in Canada. Dear god. I am so over-heated. I can't wear pants in my room. It reached 37 degrees in here a week ago (thats 98degrees for all you F peeps).

I'm almost done school which is a plus. Then I'm going to spend my summer trying to find a fake ID to go to natalie portman's shaved head and au revoir simone. No one would believe me. But I am seeing death cab. Yay. 

Besides seeing one concert, traveling to England/Paris and going to improv camp My summer is empty. Mainly July. I have no plans for July. Wanna hang out? Make out? 

Things I would like to get accomplished:

-Make music. Either by myself or with The Giant. 

-Blog more ( but i dont really think that's something that is considered an accomplishment.)

-Find love. The man i was chasing after ruined a few months of life for me. COOOOL.

-Take up a filthy habit.

-Make clothing with The Captain. And not only pillowcase dresses (made 3 two days ago.)

-Become a Ginger (like Isla Fisher)

-Run around Granville Island like a fool, but staying as far away from the birds as possible.

-Ride my shiny orange bike around town.

-Wear my high-rise shorts with tie-dyed t-shirts.

Nothing much. Nothing really exciting. Sort of like me.

I have two days of finals, a total of 4 exams. Eff.

I wish I was smart, not just clever.

Salut.