I get to dance tonight. I'm looking forward to it. I have to teach everyone how to do the hustle. hahahaha. I'm the only one out of my group of friends who know how to do it, so last night at the Oasis I was told to teach them tonight.
I should teach them what I know of the Million Ways dance, too.
oh yeah, I got my hair cut. It's very 60's. Or Mod. Or whatever.
Anyway, the bangs are. If I put in a headband, then I'm all set.
one time i was at the 3rd street station, and this guy calls me over, his face was all bloody.
GUY-hey (sticks his hand out) ME- hi (sick my hand out to him) GUY_-(proceeds to hug my arm and perform a ritual on it) Do i look ok? ME- Uh... yeah, you look goos man. GUY- Were brothers ME- yeah. (board train) GUY- I LOVE YOU! ME- (GIve thumbs up)
I once called my insane "im your buddy" english teacher from highschool "crazy" right in front of his face....actually i didnt know he was behind me and he replyed by saying "Felicia! Why?!! WHY?!!"...god i hated that crop circle luvin, "fun" teacher...
My chem teacher once called me obnoxious. The convo went something like this: Teacher: [referencing the CAPT test all sophmores have to take. I was a junior at the time]. Amy could tell you, the science part isn't so bad. Me: Nah, it's not bad... it's just obnoxious. Teacher: No, it's not. Me: Actually, it really is. Teacher: ... YOU'RE obnoxious!
It was one of the higher points of my junior career Damn, I hated that class.
On a totally different note: I'm completely freaked out by the fact that in a number of years, physical books with pages and hard covers will seem quaint. Everything seems to be converting to electronics and I don't think I could bear with parting from my books. I become really attached to books and wear them to shreads simply from reading them so many times. My copy of David Ives' All in the Timing (a collection of plays) has been folded over so many times the cover is practically torn off. My blocking is written throughout and side conversations with friends written during rehersals litter the margins. I couldn't throw away that book ever, no matter how ragged it gets. The same goes for my illustrated copy of Black Beauty from when I was little along with my copy of Charlotte's Web (which, I maintain, is one of the most brilliant novels ever written). Lately, I've been very much into Johnathan Safran Foer. I've read Everything is Illuminted twice.
Currently, I'm reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Foer and it's slowly breaking my heart. Unfortunately, it's currently lost in either my town's teen center or the library (where I work). The thought of losing it right when I'm about 70 pages from the end gives me jitters (which is why I'm online instead of reading).
I absolutely refuse to stop reading real books. I don't think the electronic thing will really catch on for a long time to come, so I won't worry about it yet.
Hahahahaha. I love that comic way too much for my own good.
I do see what you mean. It was just an article in Time that got me all nervous and twitchy (I was honestly twitching around my house like a squirrel, much to the amusement of my mother).
I know there will always be books, as there are still, for examples, records, cassettes, and CDs around. It's just I'm worried that, as I said before, they'll seem "quaint." Sure, people will never stop reading physical books (so I hope), I'm just worried about them losing their prevelence. Already (I can see it in myself), the Internet and television have taken the place of books... and that hurts a tad.
today i got off at the station and went out on the wrong street and had to walk around the whole block...also i forgot that i didn't have to get off at st.george but bloor/yonge...so i was waiting for St. George Station and when i got to like King Station I was like ... " OMG! "...."I'm a retard"
It does. Hoorah asphyxiation on NY air! (Though, I admit, I love the place... so, as I'm wheezing, I'm thinking, "DAMN THIS AIR!.... but LOOKIT ALL THE PRETTY!")
It does. Hoorah asphyxiation on NY air! (Though, I admit, I love the place... so, as I'm wheezing, I'm thinking, "DAMN THIS AIR!.... but LOOKIT ALL THE PRETTY!")
What north york are you talking about? I'm talking about The Canadian one... The one where you can see literally 3 vacuum shops in a row. The one with lack of cross walks and a mix between Very new and very old, but all ugly buildings. North York in my opinion is not pretty at all... I'm sorry if thats your home and i'm totally dissing it... but ya... I reallllly despise north york...
If your talking about New York then ya... very nice.
What north york are you talking about? I'm talking about The Canadian one... The one where you can see literally 3 vacuum shops in a row. The one with lack of cross walks and a mix between Very new and very old, but all ugly buildings. North York in my opinion is not pretty at all... I'm sorry if thats your home and i'm totally dissing it... but ya... I reallllly despise north york...
If your talking about New York then ya... very nice.
ahahaha. I am completely dyslexic sometimes. Yes, I meant New York.
Ive been getting these really wierd/wild urgest to do crazy stuff...
1. To push the emergency response button when there is a cop car only 6 meters away 2. to pull the fire alarm when im going outta class 3. To drive steal the massive truck idling at the loading dock with no driver
sometimes I have the urge to press the intercom button next to the door in my french and yearbook class.
I have once. And the secretary gets pissed. hahahahaha
then I get in trouble from my teacher the next day.
Speaking of that teacher, I asked her if I could go to the library to work on a type sheet for my yearbook page. And she asked me this: "This isn't actually a secret rendez-vous with Brad, is it?"
Brad and I like each other, so he walks me to my classes. And my teacher hates him with a passion.
I gave her this look. and said that I do my work everyday. It pissed me off.
But I did see Brad in the hall, so I talked to him for a while. And he met me when I was going back to class and walked me back.
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I should teach them what I know of the Million Ways dance, too.
oh yeah, I got my hair cut. It's very 60's. Or Mod. Or whatever.
Anyway, the bangs are. If I put in a headband, then I'm all set.
GUY-hey (sticks his hand out)
ME- hi (sick my hand out to him)
GUY_-(proceeds to hug my arm and perform a ritual on it) Do i look ok?
ME- Uh... yeah, you look goos man.
GUY- Were brothers
ME- yeah. (board train)
GUY- I LOVE YOU!
ME- (GIve thumbs up)
im sorry.
... but if he hated me back, i would be fine with that...
Teacher: [referencing the CAPT test all sophmores have to take. I was a junior at the time]. Amy could tell you, the science part isn't so bad.
Me: Nah, it's not bad... it's just obnoxious.
Teacher: No, it's not.
Me: Actually, it really is.
Teacher: ... YOU'RE obnoxious!
It was one of the higher points of my junior career Damn, I hated that class.
On a totally different note: I'm completely freaked out by the fact that in a number of years, physical books with pages and hard covers will seem quaint. Everything seems to be converting to electronics and I don't think I could bear with parting from my books. I become really attached to books and wear them to shreads simply from reading them so many times. My copy of David Ives' All in the Timing (a collection of plays) has been folded over so many times the cover is practically torn off. My blocking is written throughout and side conversations with friends written during rehersals litter the margins. I couldn't throw away that book ever, no matter how ragged it gets. The same goes for my illustrated copy of Black Beauty from when I was little along with my copy of Charlotte's Web (which, I maintain, is one of the most brilliant novels ever written). Lately, I've been very much into Johnathan Safran Foer. I've read Everything is Illuminted twice.
Currently, I'm reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Foer and it's slowly breaking my heart. Unfortunately, it's currently lost in either my town's teen center or the library (where I work). The thought of losing it right when I'm about 70 pages from the end gives me jitters (which is why I'm online instead of reading).
I have book seperation anxiety.
I have to go to North York again tommorow...
Save my soul.
Your sig inspired me and I found this:
I do see what you mean. It was just an article in Time that got me all nervous and twitchy (I was honestly twitching around my house like a squirrel, much to the amusement of my mother).
I know there will always be books, as there are still, for examples, records, cassettes, and CDs around. It's just I'm worried that, as I said before, they'll seem "quaint." Sure, people will never stop reading physical books (so I hope), I'm just worried about them losing their prevelence. Already (I can see it in myself), the Internet and television have taken the place of books... and that hurts a tad.
Save my soul.
today i got off at the station and went out on the wrong street and had to walk around the whole block...also i forgot that i didn't have to get off at st.george but bloor/yonge...so i was waiting for St. George Station and when i got to like King Station I was like ... " OMG! "...."I'm a retard"
NORTH YORK = HELL ON EARTH!!!!!!!
or i'm just very stupid.
or the Toxic North York Air slows your mind down.
It does. Hoorah asphyxiation on NY air! (Though, I admit, I love the place... so, as I'm wheezing, I'm thinking, "DAMN THIS AIR!.... but LOOKIT ALL THE PRETTY!")
What north york are you talking about? I'm talking about The Canadian one... The one where you can see literally 3 vacuum shops in a row. The one with lack of cross walks and a mix between Very new and very old, but all ugly buildings. North York in my opinion is not pretty at all... I'm sorry if thats your home and i'm totally dissing it... but ya... I reallllly despise north york...
If your talking about New York then ya... very nice.
If your talking about New York then ya... very nice.
ahahaha. I am completely dyslexic sometimes. Yes, I meant New York.
I'm such a good reader.
I'm also tired of drama. I like apples. I'm going to rest on couches with awesome friends and eat apples and avoid drama.
1. To push the emergency response button when there is a cop car only 6 meters away
2. to pull the fire alarm when im going outta class
3. To drive steal the massive truck idling at the loading dock with no driver
...of course ive neva done any of these things...
... or have i...
I have once. And the secretary gets pissed. hahahahaha
then I get in trouble from my teacher the next day.
Speaking of that teacher, I asked her if I could go to the library to work on a type sheet for my yearbook page. And she asked me this: "This isn't actually a secret rendez-vous with Brad, is it?"
Brad and I like each other, so he walks me to my classes. And my teacher hates him with a passion.
I gave her this look. and said that I do my work everyday. It pissed me off.
But I did see Brad in the hall, so I talked to him for a while. And he met me when I was going back to class and walked me back.
So, she was sort of right. hahaha.