It’s Tortilla Time| Hi I’m Tori and This is my Story

I’m off of red meat. Maybe not completely, but I assume for the most part.

These days have found me consuming tofu hot dogs and chicken burgers, which sound far less scrumptious than they actually are. However, the feeling proceeding mealtime is far more satisfying, as you’re rid of the guilt you’d feel had you consumed a regular hot dog. Let’s face it, nobody is fond of that feeling.

In other words, not much has been going on in my life as of late. Math has proved to be a huge pain in my ass, but luckily I am out of going to summer school. Instead, I am to attend a remedial course for a month come fall. Let’s see, math for a couple hours each week for a month or MATH FOR HOURS EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR HALF OF MY SUMMER? It’s a head scratcher, really.

Why are maths and sciences so difficult? Why couldn’t everything be as straightforward as English? IT BOGGLES THE MIND.

And I’m going to Ohio tomorrow.

My good friend (and owner of Rocky) volunteers at the vet clinic at which I do my co-op. We have arranged to go in during the same hours this summer, which has already proved enjoyable.

It’s nice to have different friends for different purposes. This friend, for example, is my animal buddy. We take our dogs out for play dates and work together at the vet clinic. Most of our conversations consist of discussing the best brands of dog kibble, crate training and humorous tales of our canines. It is surprisingly difficult to find people, let alone fellow teenagers, as devoted to their animals as I.

This friend is also in my biology class, and informed me today that teachers have already made calls home about failed chem exams. I feel slightly at ease, though not totally in the clear. I was unaware that teachers made phone calls to those who failed their exams, which is most likely a good thing, as I haven’t received any calls as of yet.

I still feel that it may be too early to celebrate, though.

I’m very thankful that I have good friends like Yoon Baboon who help me see clearly when I can’t even think straight.

My good friends Yoon and PG have recently introduced me to the addiction that is Plurking.

I now find myself unable to type blurbs with more than 140 characters. I also have a difficult time no longer referring to myself in third person. It is strangely enjoyable.

My friends Baja, Oz and EOI have all joined the party. It is now near impossible for me to accomplish anything.

I am studying chemistry for half an hour, and then coming upstairs to plurk for half an hour. I DO NOT WANT TO OFFSET THE BALANCE.

As most of you have hopefully noticed, I created a ‘Daily Sound’ widget. The concept is quite self-explanatory, I will change the songs each day and add ones that I am currently listening to.

My band exam was mediocre. I got flustered at one point and messed up on the g flat melodic scale, though I realize that this most likely means nothing to most people.

I feel so ignorant and immature.

Sometimes I want to grow up, yet at other times I want to go back to being a child. It’s a confusing, yet bittersweet feeling to behold.

I’m kind of sick of myself. I wonder if this is normal of most people.

That was taken at the pond in Ohio when I was ten years old. I’m really missing it these days, but fortunately I will be going back in a couple of weeks.

I just want to fast-forward time and be done with exams. I had a dream last night that I failed my chem exam, which is obviously unsettling. I need to pass both my math and chem exams in order to pass the courses. I am so nervous it is not even funny.

My life has admittedly been dull, and my site stats have no doubt reflected this.

I’ve been extremely busy playing Rock Band prepping for my exams.

My dad hasn’t made any attempt to contact me in months. I know that I should have come to expect this by now, but it still feels like a punch in the gut. He’s far too occupied raising his new replacement children and being kicked around by she-who-shall-not-be-named. Oh well, karma will be served in the form of a father’s day card.

I am passing chemistry, and I am subsequently elated.

I’ve been eating Special K cereal on every possible occasion; breakfast, lunch, after school snack and dinner. I now consider it its own food group.

Afternoon naps are now a part of my daily regime.

Nothing of significance has occurred as of late, and I remain unsure of whether this is a good thing or not.

My last couple of band rehearsals have consisted mainly of lecture-like teachings. My band teacher essentially rambles on about ancient composers for two hours straight, causing the majority of my classmates to fend off slumber. I find these lessons extremely mundane and difficult to process, as his monotonous voice can easily lull one to sleep.

To be quite frank, I just don’t give a damn about composers in the 1600s.

My band teacher has already deemed us failures, as our inability to follow his deadening lessons will no doubt affect us in university.

I sometimes contemplate a device that could read the thoughts of others. If my band teacher had possession of such an apparatus, he could easily detect who is paying attention.

‘Okay good, Courtney’s following. Alright, Adam is taking this all in. And what? Tori? WHY IS SHE THINKING ABOUT MONSTER TRUCKS??’

Today in English class something marvellous occurred. Something so profoundly wondrous that I have dreamt of this day for months.

WE FINISHED MACBETH!

Though one of the last few scenes did inevitably bestow confusion and disappointment upon me.

I was sitting in class, of course only half following the goings-on of Macbeth. All of a sudden I heard my English teacher say ‘blah blah blah C WORD blah blah blah.’

Wait a minute. Hold up. Rewind. They use that kind of language in Shakespeare? AND I MISSED THIS ALL ALONG?

Oh how stupid I was for falling asleep during the play.

My attention was immediately restored, and I began to search profusely for the C word.
‘Where is it? I CAN’T FIND IT!’ I thought in a fluster.

Then he said it again, ‘C word.’

I finally managed to locate where my teacher was reading, though I was unable to uncover the ‘C word.’ I followed where he was reading, and then learnt that there was a character named ‘Siward,’ pronounced ‘C word.’

I then, despite the fact that nobody knew, felt like a tool.