Tons of shit to do

Omijesus! I'm going to have a busy fucking April! I go to New York April 6-10, Celebri and the Euclid contest on the 12 and 13th, going to Texas near the end and on the 30th, I have tickets for a night with Rick Mercer. joy yay motherfuckers. But I'm also kind of depressed because the Joes hos lost 2 out of 3 games of reach. We lost to Central 400-190, CCH 250-210 but we beat St. Mary's 340-120. UGH And Motherfuckers, I won't fuckign be here for when the team battles it out to see if we move on to Provincials. :'( I'll be in New York instead. I'm incredibly fucking anxious for it now. But i have faith in them. Soft of. I also had like a ridiculously great after school experience on Thursday. Chess club, an opera lesson and grocery shopping with a friend. For some reason I find that list of things ridiculously entertaining.

Uuuuuhmmm......?

I woke up today with a softball-sized bruise on my ass. Let me start about 16 hours prior. PARTY!! Music, friends, dancing, cake and night time tabogganing. Okay now my personal measur of a good party is that 1) you don't remember part fo the night, 2) your hips hurt and 3) you've done something incredibly awkward. I'm now including a special catergory of you acquire somesort of bodily abnormality.

Anyways, this past friday was the Christmas dinner and talent show and many people were quite upset that I didn't perform my comedy routine. But OMG! The male teachers did a rendition of 'Bad Romance'. Holy shit. The one teacher, who is incredibly awkward and oggled by pretty much every girl and me in the school, let's call him Owden, was SO incredibly hot belting GaGa. OMG Last year the dude teachers did a stylized version of theTwelve Days of Christmas. In leather. Now I didnt't think Owden could get any hotter than being in leather, but now I am torn between the two. :S

And whilst Christmas shopping with my father, I learned I should never be let into a pet store. Or if I must be, I must be kept from the pet adoption center. I went in, saw the adorable kitties and began bawling my eyes out. Honestly, lately, if I were a chick, I would think I would be pregnant. I'm havin odd moods and odd cravings. No morning sickness or bloating yet though. :D (y)And I'm also doing this stupid thing; getting my family things with actually meaning to them. I made my Dad a CD with all my favourites on it so he can get to knwo me better, my Mom an empty scrapbook so we can fill it full of shit and my borther an empty memory card so that we can with it doing more brotherly shit together.

O and I hate how people treat giners. May I remind EVERYONE that GINGER GUYS CAN BE HOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!! I mean seriously? Have any of you seen picture of Prince Harry in the military? That is some hot piece of man candy.
I mean come on look at him all scruffy and

sexy. ->

Yowza!! I need confetti cannons...... Why? Um no reason....

Shit load has happened since no one read this last. Semi, Me ACTUALLY cleaning my room and my first genuinely happy day in a long while. Heehee. Semi-formal was actually pretty fucking awesome. Although,....... The DJ had NO LADY GAGA..... I'll give that a few minutes to sink in. What fucking DJ has NO LADY GAGA!!!!????!?!??!?!?! A shitty one indeed. Needless to say I was pissed. I also lost the non-love of my life but still like a huge crush to one of my best friends. Oh well. I think I also dance with more chickas than any other guy at the dance. Which is sad for both me and the straight boys. Come on straight boys! I mean I'm beating you. That's just sad. I mean seriously. That holds no intrest for me.

Secondly? My room. Fucking spotless. You could eat off of any surface in it. It's remarkable. I think it's the first time it's actually been clean since I moved INTO the room.

Third, I've been genuinely happy ALL DAY LONG. It's unnerving. I'm so used to be crotchety and pissed off. But just at the beginnning of this period, my English teacher, let's call him Killer Kowalski, decided to try to fucking ruin my day by being a bitch. So I just went you decide to try to fuck with my day, I decide to say fuck you and fuck this class. So now I sit and blog. And just now, like legit seconds ago, this cunt whohelps with the retards comes up and is like you're not supposed to be blogging at school. And there's a class in this lab. I looked her in the fucking eyes and then said, 'if it's not allowed, why isn't it blocked? Did you book this lab for this period? The ACTUAL tteacher for this class is, let's say The Dwarf, isn't it? Let's ask her how much she cares about me being here."

Bitch got put in her fucking place!! And so my happy day continues.... On do-gooders.

O my god though. So I had stolen by friend's headband with a bow on it, 'cuz I thought it was cute and I enjoyed it. So Iwore it for two periods and then gave it back. I'm walking away from English in a dazed kind of state because I'd just WALKED OUT, when I here the Principal say something. Now I didn't really hear it, but I had a feeling it was directed at me. Anyways I just went huh and he repeated himself. He asked, 'where's the bow?" I honestly went daawh. Now my high school like 50 year old principal isn't exactly the kind of attention I wanted the ehad band bringing, but it definitely meant that people noticed.

You're a life ruiner Eelyak! You ruin Lives!

OMG! English class, sub, wehich btw was amazing, we're all just talking in groups. Best day of English ever. And of course, what's English class without some lasting emotional scarring. Mid-way through a discussion about ultimate hide and go seek that some hwo led to sex dream, a certain person, let's call her Eelyak, shares about her sex dreams with a certain OTHER person in the class. Let's call him G. Now the terrible thing is that I have also had sex dreams about the exact same person. -_-. He's straight and yeah I'm over it now and blah blah blah. OO Ke$ha! :P
But after talking about her dreams about G, Eelyak says 'and he's got a huge one too, like' and then she grabbed her wrist. Holy fuckballs!, hold up! So I says, 'how the fuck do you know'. So she begins' well we were in my hot tub,' and I lost it. LOST IT! I could not stop laughing. Any story that begins with we were in my hot tub is bound to be hilarious so I laid down some pre-emptive laughter. But that's all that she gets out before HE COMES OVER!!!! I am trying my best to hide behind my hand, I can't even look him in the eye, it's just a disaster. I'll never be able to look G in the eyes again. Especially since I've seen MORE than just his eyes ;). Not that I was intentionally looking.

Update!!: So apparently, G was askin' Eelyak about what we were talking about. And wouldn'tcha knowit. He's a Harry Potter geek. He asked her if she told me about his Elder Wand...... Okay some part of that is dork, another is cute, another is down-right sad.

OMG MOTHERFUCKERS! UPDATE!

ONE DAY TILL THE SUBSTITUTE! GWYNETH PALTROW ON GLEE! FORGET YOU! SPANISH-NESS~ Rebecca's new name is Domino! YAY! YAY MOTHERFUCKERS!! OOOOO!!!!! I'm writing a new book. Apparently it's addictive. Basically it's my mind on a page.

Gotta Love A Fool

My 4/5 teacher (For the purposes of my blog let's call her Laframboise) let's me out of class because I say I need to "go check something". So now I sit here and blog. And Holy shitstorm, the drama. Firstly, someone (Let's call her Elisa) is going to get kicked out of the locker she shares with...Moaner, and thursday she's going to get bitched out! O Shit! Secondly, Salty got a buncha hate mail on her Tumblr calling her a whore and a slut because she posted some pics of a rather cute shirtless guy a couple of days after she broke up wiht her loser boyfriend. So her, Moaner and Clarice all individually came to the conclusion that it was Samama who had posted these thigns because she had been the only one to talk to said loser since the breakup and it was kinda obvious that it was written by a chick. But that part of the drama has been allieviated. But now because Elisa is not invited to Christmas Dinner and cut out of Secret Santa, I have to keep the Hello Kitty I got her. Yes, I got her a Hello Kitty. She has no fucking personality! What the hell am I supposed to get her. But I'm not really complaining about keeping Hello Kitty. I mean, I DO love Hello Kitty. She's freakin' adorable. Now I'm singin P!nk's "Glitter In The Air". Wow I'm either depressed or going to lead into "So What!!" with some heavy fucking righteous indignation. OOO Cute boy in the hall stared at me! *Big smiley face, like fucking huge*... Cute boy who's ALSO never had a girlfirend in highschool and who's very quiet and shy. Score!

Pontiacs Can Fly!

So I was driving with my mom today and this little shit-kicker in a shit-kicker little Pontiac gives us the finger and cuts in front of us. So my mom follows down a country road and intentionally rear-ends them. And guess what motherfuckers. Pontiacs can fly. It was proven today. That cars rear end went almost a foot in the air. So now I blog while wearing my favorite lip-gloss. Pecan Passion. :D OMG Watching Miss Congeniality while older = amazing. My favorite part is when Cheryl admits to having stolen the "devil's panties". Je heart. But watching this movie now made me realize, I have to eat pizza drink beer and go out and party on luminescent paint drums with my friends. That would be hilariously amazing.

Hallowe'en Eve

Beth's party was AH-MAIZE-ING! Half a bud light lime, a few swigs off Becca's cooler, two vodka and cokes, one and a half vodka and sprites later, I completely lost my sense of hatred for humanity. Well, the bad part of humanity. It also made watching the Human Centipede A LOT easier. Yes. We actually watched a movie LEGALLY banned in Canada. Lots of good times were had all around. So Aly and I are both on meds that should not be taken in conjunction with alcohol. Oh well. Fuckballs to that.
So now on actual Hallowe'en Eve, I'm hanging with Mona, Sarah, and Savanna. We went to MickDicks and sat in the booth next to incredibly sketchy motherfuckers. The one guy got obsessed with the fact that I eat ice cream like I suck dick. Not my fault. Then they tried whipping fucking french fries. That shit is un-ack-fucking-ceptable. Using their reflection, I pinged 'em back Now back at my place, we're watching Sex and the City. Lucy Liu, Long Pink Amazing, Dickalicious,Where dimples come from. Holy fuckballs. I adore it.