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.

Update: I Don't Have A Superiority Complex

I got new frames! Versace frames! I love 'em, I love 'em, I love 'em! And uh no big shit but the Joe's Hos Reach For The Top team won three games. We beat Team #1 360-110, 240 of which were mine, Team #2 270-180, 170 of which were mine and Team #3 360-200, 260 of which were mine.
Now while we did amazingly, in no small part due to me, doesn't mean I have a big fuckign head. Or as someone put it "superiority euphoria". I have no clue what the hell that is supposed to be, but sffice to say it's nothgin any psychologist has ever picked up on. And fei, this has been the first time in my life where I've been the best. Even though I'm super at fencing and have won the title of school champion in 2 math contests, i've never been the best. I've been near the top in fencing and there are 300 fucking chinese kids who could score higher than me and did on those tests with their eyes closed. And I fucking know that. Shockingly, I know I'm normally not the best. So fuck off, it feels good to be the best for once. And not even. just ebst in a small division of schools.

How I Heart Vocals

And how much more I would Iif I could sing Where is Love from Oliver! in it's original way. Singular male in a high falsetto. Somehting I can do. With a helluvalot of control granted. But it is something I could feasibly do. But I have a feeling I wouldn't never be allowed to... :'(

It's January Eighth and I have not a Fucking Thing to do.

It's french class. I'm totally not going to do well. And I've been up for way to lng. I got up at 5:30! Ew. We're in the computer lab working on stuff from the University of Texas' Year One French site. Seriously? University French? Not really it's actually basic stuff. But still... Ugh! So itnstead I blog! YAY! This semester is going to kill me. I have Math, French and Philosophy. The only class that I actually like is Vocals. I LOVE VOCALS!! I've had three days and already we've done Imagine and Landslide. We also did a bit of Lean On Me. I KNOW!! Fun shit eh?

I really don't want to go to math though. It's a useless course and I already hate it. I've done it for 3 days and I hate it.

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.

FCK Censorship

Okay, so this total cunt, let's call her Ollepuc, ruined my fucking set for my intermission act at Unplugged, an acoutic concert.I'm fucking pissed. However, to circumvent the school's will, I shall eb posting my full routine, uneditted, to Youtube and posting a link to my Facebook.Yay life mother fuckers.
Also! Iturned 17 on Wednesday!! I went to Toronto to shop at the Eaton center and I SAW WICKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES MOTHER FUCKERS!! WICKED!!!! It was so fuicking magical I began to cry. I was mouthing the lyrics and openly sobbing during 'Defying Gravity'
I have a party tomorrow night. And on Saturday I go to getmy tattoo!! A light blue cancer ribbon in support of prostate canacer. Joy life!

160 Kids Can Be Fucking Rude

Okay, I know they're retarded but these little fuckers need to be taught some respect. You can teach a dog respect. So either they are stupider than dogs or we're not trying hard enough. You teach a dog using corporal punishment but we are unwilling to put a hand to these people. I'm not advocating beating children but something must be done. These fuckers don't understand words the same way we do. They understand some of the simpler phrases but beyond that nothing. They don't get the concept of respect as an abstract. But they can learn to obey using Skinner's theory of Reinforcements. Hitting a retard when they do somethign wrong could be one of the best things you do for them. I got hit for being disrespectful when I was younger. I fucking turned out okay.

OOO!! I also quit smoking a couple days ago. No patch, no pill, just willpower. Getting pissier by the second though.

School (aka. Sleep Space)

Fuck Yeah Fuschia. That's the name of the colour my nails are right now. So I got to a Catholic High School and I was and still am hugely fucking suprised the liberality of my school and the people who go here. Like Mothershit. I have pink fucking nails and no one says a god-damn thing. I have never been bullied, taunted, threatend or made to feel unwelcome. Okay. So what the fuck is America's problem? I hear of all these suicides and yes I wore purple on Spirit Day but like seriously, I have never thought about suicide since coming out. Being openly gay is not a bad thing here. Come on gays, have a country wide Pink Migration here to Canada. Let's become a Bloc Vote and Rule this country.

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 The Cool Teachers

So, there's a pep rally today, like right now and I'm SUPPOSED to be in there but it's stupid. So I'm walking through the halls to one of the computer labs and a teacher, let's call her Norgs, sees me and is like "not going to another assembly?" So of course I was like "Hopefully". And she just said, "Go to the library. I didn't see you" Epic Win!

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!

Holy Fuckballs

$12.50 in tips from a single 5 hour shift last saturday. I cannot believe it. It's like fuckin' magical. But now i have to go plagiarize some shit for English xD

Choir!! (y)

Holy shiznit! I was ACTUALLy good at choir today. I actually garnered a compliment from Sarah, from whom I am used to hearing that I suck shit. -_- Anyways, we're doing the song " 'Til the Last Shot's Fired" by Trace Atkins. Yeah. our choir is doing a country song when no one there sings country normally. And of fucking course, we only had five whole members. Yeah. Great fucking choir when there's only five fucking people. So now i'm home, drinking a mocha cappuccino protein drink. Dee-fuckin'-lish! And supposed to be studying for a Hamlet quiz. Oh well. Fuckballs to that.

Insult plaid all you fucking want...

But I love my plaid coat. It is sofa king warm. Walking home in the cold, watching other people shiver, it's quite funny. Je heart. While listening to the Glee version of telephone and drinking a nice hot Timmies French Vanilla.... It's like an fuckin' orgasm. Joy, motherfuckers. Joy. now normally I don't drink anything like a french vanilla from T-Hos, because theres like 250 calories in a medium, BUT there's this cute guy at the Timmies I go to. I quite enjoy flirting with him and he flirts back. :D But now I have to do a Pre-health essay, English notes to finish and a Law article assignment. +o(. But then off to London to shop for books, and clothes and to find some music!! XD laytah bitchez!

School (N)

If you seek ay my life. English journals due today. Not done. Most boring subject ever. Wanna vomit. Skipping rest of classes to do them. +o(
Started reading Boston Legal transcripts to stop self from gouging out own eyes.