Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Crazy Happenings

This has been the weirdest week. I'll probably write more about it later, but today especially has been positively coconuts, so I'll chatter about that for a while.

I skipped my first class. Why? I'm really not sure. Moving on.

Third period I had English/Lit, because I have both of them together but for twice as much time in this weird and wacky system working out by the local bureaucracy. Anyways, we were doing English stuff today, prepping for the Provincial, which is this big exam that Lit students take in January and everyone else takes in June. Americans should think SATs, but only applies to your state. Sort of. Ish. The one Russian person who ended up on my blog, I have no analogy. Sorry.

Anyways, I'm way off topic. The point is that I ended up crying silently in my English class while the guy who sits next to me handed me tissues and seemed uncomfortable. I had started writing about my Opa's death from brain cancer, and it just got really heavy, really fast.

After that class, I had to go and see the grade nine counsellor. I'm in grade twelve. I said my day was weird. I didn't know until I got there why he wanted to see me. Apparently, he wants me to be on CTV tomorrow.

What?

Yeah. That's what I thought. It's got to do with the Schools for Africa club and the stuff I'm doing within it for UNICEF. I get to make my speal in front of an inattentive class of eighth graders and then be interviewed.

So I had laid out my clothes for tomorrow, because although I am not a clothes-conscious person, it will be shown on a major television station, and had gotten into bed. Just settling in, and a loud, warbly rattle comes from upstairs, at a deafening level. I start running, laptop flying, slipping on the rug, clipping elbow on the doorframe and booking it upstairs, to run into my father, coming down from the top floor. He had been using the air compressor to clean out the inside of a computer and had forgotten to unplug it. Let it leak air for several hours and then blam, you have a ten-thirty pm panic attack. I've sat here writing that whole thing and my heart is still racing.

Wish me luck with the TV stuff. I'll probably need it; in case you hadn't realized by my previous posts, I'm kind of a nerd.
Crossies totally count,
Elle

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Tuesday

This is a very strange day. My first class was Writing with the greatest crazy teacher on the planet where we watched Paul's Gang, a documentary about a band called the Beautiful South, which I love dearly.



I realized during that class, when I felt all twitchy and strange in the best way possible, that I had forgotten half the things I needed for that day, including my wallet, my Lit homework, and my Spanish textbook. I came home during my spare, and was just walking down this hilly little concrete path thing when my left foot hit gravel and slid out. I went down on my right knee and ripped it open. I didn't even notice anything more than a slight stinging until I realized that blood was making my jeans stick to my knee.

That pretty much got rid of the jittery feeling, and it was nice being outside at a time of day when I'm usually not, and on such a nice day too. I'd post a picture, but image uploads are disabled right now. So now I'm eating leftover acorn squash, pleased to be having lunch at such a weird time and pleased that I'm eating local squash with local apples and BC butter. Yum.

Happy Tuesday!!

Monday, October 18, 2010

Today I...

-knit a whole sock in two days. It's stripy and I really like it. It's the first of a pair that's a Christmas gift for my friend Kirsten.
-wrote an e-mail to an ex-boyfriend, telling him that I miss shooting pool and talking about the Beatles together.
-got really frustrated by my mother's nagging. I love her, but she needs to accept that I'm old enough to be responsible for myself.
-restrained myself from getting angry at a friend who was being stupid and petty and pouty and childish.
-bailed on my hard tile floor after slipping on my little brother's wet footprints on my bedroom floor that he didn't mop up after showering.
-listened to The Smiths, The Violent Femmes, Black Lips, Regina Spektor, Coldplay, and The Temper Trap. This is unusual.
- watched too much television.
- forgot to eat dinner.
- wrote on a blog that no one reads.
Cheers!
Elle

Monday, October 11, 2010

Ten Things About Today

1. I had pumpkin pie for breakfast. Yum.
2. Today is going to be the day in which I complete a handknit sock in two days. I'm halfway done the sock. I started yesterday. I'm going to rock this foot.
3. It's International Coming Out Day. Congratulations!
4. The Sun sessions of Sons of Admirals came out today and they rock.
5. I'm cleaning things. This is exciting.
6. I need to get around to cleaning myself.
7. I've been looking at the website of the university I want to go to and it's scary but also really exciting.
8. I had a really wacked-out dream last night in which the library in my high school was a bookstore and they were selling merch for all my favourite nerdy bands.
9. Did I mention that whole lovely new laptop thing? Hooray.
10. That funky Thanksgiving thing. My family isn't having a big dinner or anything, but the whole giving thanks thing is cool. One of my secrets is that I actually say grace before I eat. I'm not Christian or anything, I'm more agnostic, but even that isn't right. I suppose that 'spiritual' would be a better word, but that makes me sound like I'm one of those people who practices family bed and eats wheatgerm three meals a day. Anyways, I like to give thanks to the universe at large for my food and everything I have, even if I usually do it silently to avoid awkward discussions of religion and the existence of a higher being with my family. I don't think that either the Christian or the Atheist would understand.

And in the spirit of Thanksgiving, I am thankful for all the things listed above, that I have a home and family and friends who love me (yes, the home loves me) and that I live in one of the most beautiful places in the world.

Love.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

How To Kill Twelve Minutes, or Loading The Middleman onto My New Laptop

1. Bitch quietly to yourself about how much your teeth hurt (because dentists who twist one of your teeth 30 degrees and make you bleed and cry are evil.)
2. Rejoice at the fact that this laptop is superior to the last one because it actually has internet and you can blog more, because you don't have to fight your brother for computer time.
3. Cuss at the weird doohickey, because you're used to a touch pad.
4. Find lolcat pictures on your old laptop.
5. Have no idea how they got there.
6. Look forward to watching The Middleman.
7. Look forward to the dinner that your mother is making you. Be glad that it's something you can eat.
8. Contemplate beginning to knit yourself a pair of socks. Recognize that you MUST. FINISH. YOUR. SISTER'S. SOCKS. before you begin another pair. Second Sock Syndrome is a bitch.
9. Prepare your old laptop files for transfer.
10. Acknowledge that most of this writing is crap, but you can't bear to part with it. Accept that, since it is not on paper, it is not doing any harm.
11. Be happy. You now have two fully functional USB ports when you used to have ZERO on the craptop.
12. Rejoice! The Middleman has transferred.

Catch you!!

Elle