One thing I can say for my father is that he recognized my political beliefs from a young age.
When I was nine years old, my mum thoughtlessly purchased two beanie babies for my brother and I- one a donkey deemed Lefty and the other an elephant entitled Righty. My mother gave my brother the elephant and me the donkey, as the political implications were unbeknownst to us. My father looked on hesitantly and whispered maybe we should have given Tori the elephant.
Today I purchased a 50mm lens for my Canon EOS 30D.
I am very happy.
I can already notice a tremendous improvement.
I attended the university fair downtown yesterday, and it was surprisingly interesting. I talked to just about every university at the fair, and it was fairly intriguing to envision my life at each school. It was like I was standing at a fork in the road, and I had to imagine what my life would be like at each potential path.
Cool, I tell ya.
Though I didn’t change my mind about my university of choice. The lady in charge of journalism at the fair said that she would accept my application if she had it right now, and she asked for my name. I feel slightly better about gaining acceptance.
Many schools seemed impressed that I had a portfolio of published works. Especially the two in east Jesus nowhere that wanted my presence especially bad. I was given emails from English professors, their full names, dates of open houses and literally thousands of phone numbers. I was told several times that schools would ‘look out for my application.’
Though not many places outside of the city seem at-all appealing to me.
I’ve been reading the booklets from each university all morning, and have narrowed it down to thirteen different programs that I am considering applying for.
I can’t wait for next year.
I am convinced that small towns harbour an immeasurable amount of hot guys. I informed my mum of this as we were on our way up to her friend’s house this weekend. Mum was quite curious as to why I didn’t pack ‘ratty old clothes,’ and it was then that I explained my theory to her. She nodded knowingly, having lived in small towns herself.
As the weekend progressed, I began to lose faith in my ideology. Much to my dismay, there were no hot guys to be found.
As my mum and I stood by the car, I began to complain about the apparent lack of eye candy. It was as if the very second I uttered a word to my mum, an exceedingly attractive male emerged from the house next door. I stood, paused in mid-sentence, in complete awe of what had just occurred. I looked at my mum, and then at the guy, and then at my mum, my mouth agape. A few moments later another sightly sir emerged from the house.
Two hot guys. Right next door. New neighbours, evidently.
My immense desire to leave simply melted away during those brief moments.
Though most unfortunately, we were gone during the remainder of the day, and I haven’t seen them since.
There is simply no justice in life. And yes, I am aware that I concluded a blog the other day using this sentence. I find it fitting. Leave me alone.
The first day of my senior year, however short, proved to be a success. My homeroom teacher seems awesome, and I’m feeling slightly better about committing to this university-level literature course. The real games commence tomorrow, and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t looking forward to it. I am admittedly eager to meet my other teachers.
I evidently possess an entire school day dedicated to the wondrous English language. In the morning I have literature followed by writer’s craft, and the afternoon brings English. This makes me happy.
English makes me happy.
Chemistry makes me unhappy, which is why I am forever content that I am done with it permanently.
It’s booked. February of 2009 will find my good friend Baja and I in Georgia for PG’s wedding. To say that I’m thrilled is an understatement. It has been two dreary years since our shenanigans in North Carolina, and I am quite looking forward to now corrupting Georgia.
We have managed to successfully time it so that Baja and I can fly in and out together, which will certainly make an ordinarily mundane flight a wildly comical voyage.
Baja and I have decided that we will document each day on video and post a series of video blogs whilst in Georgia. I’m also contemplating allowing guest posts and such on my blog, so it will definitely be an interesting experience.
February of 2009 couldn’t come any sooner.
Of course the week that we planned to visit Florida was, unbeknownst to us, in the midst of hurricane season. Fortunately Fay narrowly missed us, though she manged to wreak havoc on the opposite coast. Even better than the fact that we were left unscathed was the fact that St. Pete’s airport was shut down to brace for the storm. This resulted in my aunt and cousin spending an extra day with us, for really no reason whatsoever.
Yeah, the weather was shit but a fun time was had.
You know it’s bad when you actually look forward to landing in sunny Baltimore.
Yesterday brought the much-anticipated family reunion. The attendance was far less than initially expected, but I managed to make it work.
I love how much drama goes down amongst the teenagers of our family. I absolutely adore it.
My second cousin brought her boyfriend to the reunion, and he didn’t make any delay in rubbing me the wrong way. Us teenagers decided to go swimming in the lake, and I made it clear from the start that I did not wish to get my hair wet.
When he caught word of this he grumbled, wow, what a prep.
I turned around and sighed loudly, wow, what a creep.
When you date someone for three weeks, I hardly think it’s time to get them acquainted to the family. Especially ours.
It’s always sufficiently awkward when a distant relative approaches you and declares that they haven’t seen you since you were knee high to a grasshopper. Great, you think, who the fuck are you? A second cousin of mine was raving continually of the greatness that is the true essence of my father. Oh, he gushed, he was so great and so popular in our family. It was all I could do to restrain myself from pointing to the door and being all, get the fuck out.
I went to the vet clinic this morning to observe surgeries, as per my usual regime come Thursday. I was quite shocked when I initially realized that actually I missed going in every other day. It was hard work, and at times it became quite trying and rather mundane, but I learnt a lot.
We found ourselves waiting for a sedative to kick in on an ill-mannered cat. As we paced, a technician noticed a pile of poop in another cat’s litter box.
The tech then requested that I remove it, and I hesitantly obliged. You see, I am actually forbidden from handling cat poo, as I am under eighteen and contact with cat crap can supposedly have harmful effects on my growth and development. I find this to be quite bogus, as I’ve been scooping cat litter since I was a mere three or four years of age, having been around cats my entire life. I have failed to notice any sort of ill effect from fulfilling this duty thus far.
The pile of poop sat conveniently on top of the litter, which would seemingly make it fairly simple for me to remove. I decided to push it into the garbage, but found that it stuck to the side of the litter box. Using the shovel, I mustered every ounce of strength I possessed and, in one swift motion, attempted to force the poo from the box. Knowing my luck, it just so happened that I used far too much force, and had sent the poo flying through the room, eventually coming to an abrupt halt all over a piece of lab equipment.
The room fell silent. Technicians looked at each other as to assure themselves that what just happened had really happened. Had the student really flung a piece of crap across the room?
I could feel one come behind me, pat me on the back and say ‘yeah, you’re really not that smooth.’
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I'm a very opinionated seventeen year old Canadian girl embarking on my perplexing journey through life. My blog has chronicled my life, the pleasant and the trying, since I was thirteen.
