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How To Fight a Shark [16 May 2004|11:43am]
[ mood | amused ]

I was hurriedly browsing through an entire week's worth of The Globe and Mail newspapers (left piled up due to last week's intensive homework load) when I noticed this portion in last Monday's (May 10) paper:

When a person is bitten, "it's best not to try to yank your limb from a shark's closed mouth," writes Paul McHugh of The San Francisco Chronicle. Two shark experts tell him "that only adds to the deep lacerations. At some point, the shark will release the bite on its own. If you do get a chance to strike back, don't bother beating it on its snout. A shark's nose receives severe punishment from seals and sea lions all the time. Apparently, they aren't much bothered by it. Instead, aim any possible blows or kicks at the shark's eyes."


Yeah, okay, see, if someone was to be bitten by a shark, I doubt that person would take the time to stop and think, "Oh, I'd better not pull MY ARM OUT OF THE SHARK'S MOUTH. That might leave a few extra scars TO THE ONES THAT I'M CERTAINLY GOING TO HAVE."

And when that person does finally manage to release his/her arm - or whatever else limb - from the shark's hold, I doubt the first thing that person would think of would be retaliation. I'm thinking more along the lines of GETTING THE HECK OUT OF THERE.

Honestly, people. *shakes head in exasperation*

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In other news, add me at thehighbrow. I'll get around to adding ppl from my flist there soon.
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Ramblings regarding IB, Canucks [23 Apr 2004|02:39am]
[ mood | infuriated ]

I wish I had more time to actually write in my journal, but IB (Pre-IB, anyway) - International Baccalaureate - is keeping me occupied with endless homework, whether it be preparing for in-class essays, projects, forums, etc. It's like this little child going, "Me! Mememememememememe! ME," demanding that I devote every waking hour to it. Oh, well. Nobody made me sign up for this program, so if I spontaneously combust one day in school, at least I'll have the pleasure of knowing that I did it to myself.

I overheard somebody commenting on the IB program about a week or so ago at the bus stop, and what that person said is incredibly true. IB isn't about how well you can do things; it's about how well you can do things in no time. Seriously, the teachers keep pounding away at you with the homework-hammer until you feel like the human equivalent of a puddle of mush, and then the teacher will pound you one last time just for measures. It's true, you really do learn how to learn. All that pounding is meant to make you aware of how important time-management is, and in a way, I suppose I have been procrastinating less in the last couple of weeks.

It's funny, in a weird not-funny kind of way. I did things all backwards. See, I should've procrastinated in elementary school when I had the chance, and work my butt off now, but I worked my butt off in elementary school and am procrastinating now. Wonders of my mind.

Moving on, Canucks lost Game 7. Monday this past week, I think. Damn it, we were kicked out of the playoffs by the Calgary Flames. You know what the sad part is, though? The final game was held on home ice. Home ice. The fact that we beat the Calgary Flames on their home ice for Game 6 does somewhat make the former fact a little easier to bear. It's just such a shame, though; the only reason we cared about Game 6 was because we wanted to win Game 7, and about 2 minutes into overtime, the Flames scored one on us because Ed Jovanovski was unfairly sent out (PowerPlay) for a high-sticking incident that wasn't his fault.

I suppose it was for the best, anyway. As Justine said in my CAPP 11 class, "Even if we did win the Stanley Cup, a victory just wouldn't be a victory without Dan Cloutier (our goalie, currently sidelined because of a groin injury) and Todd Bertuzzi (the fiasco with Steve Moore) present to share it with us."

Okay, regarding the Todd Bertuzzi incident: When Steve Moore goes and gives our captain, Markus Naslund, a concussion, you can expect that one of the other Canucks will take revenge. That's how it is in hockey; that's the tradition. And you know what? If Steve Moore hadn't conked out like he had, Bertuzzi would've been regarded as a hero. Yes, Todd Bertuzzi is partly to blame for excessive force, but if you're going to pin the majority of the blame on anybody, pin it on the directors of the hockey association for promoting the practice of violence and taking revenge, and them turning their back on those who do so.

And one other thing about Steve Moore: I know I'm utterly and completely biased because I live in Vancovuer and Todd Bertuzzi plays for the Canucks, but was anybody else annoyed at how Steve Moore handled the press conferences after his release from the hospital? It seemed like he was trying to milk the masses for pity by being all, "Oh, woe is me. I don't know if I'll ever be able to play again. A great injustice has been done to me, and I don't think I can ever forgive Todd Bertuzzi, blah, blah, blah," and flaunting his neck brace. Yes, even we Canucks fans feel sorry for what happened to him, but he shouldn't be flaunting it like that. When he gave our captain a concussion, Markus Naslund was all, "I completely forgive [Steve Moore]. Violence is to be expected in hockey, and you've just got to be more vigilant next time. I'm fine, I'm recuperating right now, and I hope to be back in the game soon, raring to go."

[/end rant]

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The Meantime Girl [18 Apr 2004|10:09pm]
[ mood | rushed ]

[I found this quite thought-provoking in a weird kind of way. Just wanted to share.]

The Meantime Girl


She`s the one you call when you`re bored because she makes you laugh. She`s the one you talk to when you`re feeling down because she`s willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She`s not the one you call when you need a date to your company`s Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night. She`s the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find `The One`. You know, the one you keep in the MEANTIME.

She`s not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don`t look at her as a "real" woman, either. She`s not bitchy enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in the light. She`s too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She`s too understanding, too comfortable. Doesn`t make you feel nervous or excited the way a `real` woman does. But she`s cool, nice and funny, and attractive enough that when you`re lonely and need intimate female companionship, she`ll do just fine.

You don`t have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you don`t have any facades to keep up, no pretense to preserve. You`re not trying to get anything of substance out of her. She`s not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you. And you know that you don`t have to explain yourself or the situation, that she`ll be able to cope with the fact that this isn`t the beginning of a relationship or that there`s any possiblity that you have any real romantic feelings for her.

It won`t bother her that you`ll get up in the morning, put on your pants, say goodbye, and go on a date with the woman you`ve been mooning over for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you. She`ll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call her and tell her how the date went. She`s just so cool.. why can`t all women be like that?!

But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don`t.. because to you, the situation between the two of you isn`t important enough to merit any real thought) you know that it`s really not fair.

You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don`t think she`s good enough to spend any real time with. Sure, it`smostly her fault, because she doesn`t have to give in to your needs - she could really play hard-to-get. Bitch like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to. But you and she both know that she probably couldn`t pull it off. Maybe she`s too short, or a little overweight, or has big birthmark on her forehead, or works at Taco Bell, or just really not that type.

Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want) in a woman. So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a woman.

You`ll joke to her that she should be the best man at your wedding, and she`ll laugh and make a joke about a smelly rental tux.

She doesn`t captivate you with her beauty, or open doors with her smile.

Mainly, she blends in with the crowd. She`s safe. She doesn`t want tobe the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room. But she wants to turn someone`s head. She wants to be SPECIAL to someone, too. We all do.

She has feelings. She has heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger heart than any woman you`ve ever known because she`s had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway.

She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you`ve given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is.

- Anonymous
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[30 Mar 2004|05:25pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

I had a craptacular day today. First block in sewing class, I had 10 marks taken off my project because I forgot to bring it to one class two weeks ago, before Spring Break. The teacher NEVER used to take marks off if anybody was late! It's just my luck that she decides to start taking marks off for this project.

Secondly, I screwed up on a science quiz that practically everyone else aced. The quiz was on organic chemistry, and instead of drawing cyclononene, I drew cyclononane. (One has only single bonds, and the other has a double bond stuck between two carbons, just in case anybody cares.) It wasn't that I didn't understand the material; I'm kicking myself because I made a stupid, careless mistake. What made me even more annoyed was how everybody else was all, "My God, that quiz was child's play. How can anyone get less than perfect?" Ugh, way to unintentionally kick a dog when it's down.

Third and lastly, I got 8/10 on my volleyball test. Everybody had to do either 4 underhand serves and get a maximum of 80%, or 5 overhand serves and get a chance at scoring 100%, where each serve counts as 2 points. (I opted for the latter.) Serving is usually my strong skill, and I'm quite good at overhand serving. However, for some reason, I screwed up right at the crucial moment. What pisses me off is that I know I could've done better if I had maybe taken more time to relax/calm down and prepare my serves. Pressure always screws me over.

Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.

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North Korea wants Star Wars. Bad. [22 Mar 2004|09:57pm]
[ mood | shocked ]

Well, bless my Barney underwear.

Does anyone know whether this is a joke or not? If it isn't, then North Korea has one superbly fucked-up leader. (Yes, even more so than he usually is.)

On the other hand, it could just be Star Wars' irresistible allure. Yes, let's think of it as that.

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[21 Mar 2004|07:00pm]
[ mood | curious ]

Just a quick question:

Does anybody happen to know why altricial deleted her account?

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[13 Mar 2004|05:03am]
[ mood | cheerful ]

I pulled my first all-nighter the night before last doing my Math HL portfolio. Interesting experience - the panic, the guilt attack, the wanting to fling something - interesting, but not something I'd want to repeat. I never want anything to do with the Koch snowflake fractal ever again. The next day (Friday), I was completely and utterly conked out throughout the entire school day. In CAPP (Career and Personal Planning) class before lunch, my eyes were drooping every second minute or so. Looking back at what I wrote on my Skills worksheet yesterday in that class, I had down "I skills job fish from," which is strange since I've never had anything to do with fishes, whether it be from owning a fish to going fishing. Okay, so maybe a little bit of fishing, but I've never actually caught one, so that can't be one of my skills.

I've really been neglecting my journal for the last couple of months. If something interesting happens to me at school or whatever, I promise myself I'll write it down once I get home, but then I'm too busy with homework and such or forget completely about it when I do get home, and so the event gets shoved into the back of my brain where all of the other neglected memories are. I procrastinate, and so after two weeks or so of not writing the events down, I forget the majority of the details and so can't the events down even if I wanted to. Well, not without writing things like, "Um, and then the snake carcass exploded and sprayed its guts onto the janitor and all over the walls. Oh, no, wait, sorry 'bout that, it exploded before the janitor arrived. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what Dr. Gabbott (my science teacher) said. Hmm, or did he say that the snake carcass exploded just as the janitor came into the room?" You get my drift.

Fascinating, I'm sure. -__________-

Ooh, second report card! I barely made the 4.0 GPA mark because of a borderline A in math, which is supposed to be my strongest subject. That was a major wake-up call to me. Before, in my regular math classes, I'd be the person who didn't have to review anything, or at least not much, before tests to ace them. I thought it'd be like that in International Baccalaureate math. Boy, was I wrong. It's finally sunk in that I'm going to have to work my butt off in this math course to stay afloat. In other news, I got my acceptance letter into the IB Diploma Program (starting in grade 11). Not that I had any doubts I'd get in. Sounds cocky, I know, but my grades have always been good and I participate in all of my classes, and so despite me going along with my friends by saying, "I have a bad feeling about getting accepted," or, "The teachers are probably annoyed because I act too much like Hermione in my classes," it's never been a very big concern of mine. Xiaozhou didn't get her letter at all, and so she spent the entire afternoon crying, even after the IB coordinator told her that she got in; it's just that Ms. Willard forgot to send her (Xiaozhou's) letter out. I swear, that girl is the biggest worrywart in the world! But that's why we love her.

By the way, you know what sucks? Having homework booked for every single day of Spring Break coming up. I swear, there's this huge conspiracy among all the teachers in my school to keep students from enjoying their school holidays. Kind of like in that movie, The Faculty, except the boys in my school aren't as hot.

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"The Crucible" Auditions [01 Mar 2004|07:06pm]
[ mood | indignant ]

I didn't get in. Sonya, Iva, and Mimi all got in, but I didn't. I know it's just a stupid play, but I can't help feeling like I'm inferior to them now, that I'm not as talented as them because I didn't get into the Company. I honestly thought that I had given a good audition - one full of emotion and subtle movements. Apparently, I thought wrong. What makes it even worse is that Sonya, Iva, and Mimi don't like me; therefore, their being accepted over me gives them even more ammunition to "attack" me with, or at least talk about me behind my back.

On a side note, I know I'm being petty, but I can't believe Jong Woo got in. For God's sakes, the guy reads as though he's hooked up to a respirator. Am I really that bad, to have him beat me?

I talked to Rachael (who made it into the Company, but received a one-line role) in Social Studies class and we both came to the same observation: most of the people who were accepted into the Company are already in Drama class. How biased is that?! What the fuck, does he think that only Drama students are good actors/actresses? Not everybody who's good at acting necessarily takes Drama! Asshole. Rachael told me that the reason that she didn't get in when she auditioned for the One-Act plays in January was because the French Immersion students were the ones running the auditions (instead of Mr. Hyde, who ran it this time) and they automatically picked all their friends to be in the One-Act plays. If I had known that auditions were going to be like this, I wouldn't have bothered wasting my time auditioning in the first place. I could've used that time to do something actually beneficial.

I'm calmer now. When I started this post, I was furious that Mr. Hyde didn't recognize my talent. I was furious that I'd been shot down on both occasions when I'd tried to involve myself in extracurricular activities - once for the Vancouver Youth Parliament, and the second for the play audition. However, now that I've had some time to think about it, maybe I'm not quite as good as I think I am. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise to prevent me from making a fool of myself in front of a large audience by thinking that I'm good at acting when I may, in fact, be absolutely cringe-worthy and horrendous.

I'm okay now. Still a little upset, but life goes on. I'll find something else to join - something like the Big Bang Science Journal. Besides, it's not as if I'm going to become an actress or anything, so it's not the end of the world.

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76th Academy Awards [29 Feb 2004|10:16pm]
[ mood | jubilant ]

Just wasted 3 or so hours watching the stars strut up and down the red carpet and thank everybody in New Zealand 3 times over when I should've been doing my homework. Had the following thoughts pop into my brain while watching the awards ceremony:

1. Billy Crystal's intro stint was flat-out hilarious. Mom and I guffawed our way through the entire 3 minutes or so, especially at the part where they added Billy into Something's Gotta Give with Jack Nicholson and Dianne Keaton.

2. Glad LotR won 11 Academy Awards and had "a clean sweep" in the words of ... what's-his-name ... near the end of the show. (3rd movie to do so in history, behind Ben-Hur and Titanic!) It's depressing that the books will literally be slammed shut (according to Peter Jackson at the beginning of the ceremony) now that all three movies have been made, but at least Return of the King went out with a bang (it made up for TTT not winning anything at the Oscars last year). A fantastic ending to a masterpiece. Kudos to Peter Jackson for nabbing Best Director. IMO, nobody deserves it more than he does.

3. Annie Lennox (LotR - "Into the West") is such an ... enthralling singer. She was so absorbed in delivering the song to the audience in the best possible way that it was like she forgot where she was for a brief moment in time. Literally, she had this surprised expression on her face when the song ended, as if she suddenly remembered that she was onstage at the Academy Awards, performing in front of an audience.

4. I feel like a traitor for saying this, but I think "The Scarlet Tide" should've won instead of "Into the West." It's just that I find the first one so much more intimate and touching.

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride ...


5. Renée Zellweger has the loveliest voice - whispery and murmur-ish, yet lilting at the same time. I wish my voice was like hers. It was so endearing how she got nervous halfway through her speech and started hyperventilating just a tad. I haven't seen Cold Mountain yet (my homework doesn't tolerate me being involved in promiscuous activities like going to the movies), but I loved the little clip of her acting that was shown during the "Here are the nominees for Best Actress in a Supporting Role ..." segment.

6. Keisha Castle-Hughes is gorgeous. She looked more like 18 than 13. I've always assumed that she was Aboriginal from the movie, but I doubt that now that I've seen her all scrubbed and spick-and-span. More like British/French. I was hoping that she'd win Best Actress for her movie, Whale Rider, but I suppose Best-Actress-nominee will do just fine for now. Besides, the girl's got years to go.

7. Very surprised that PotC did not win a single award tonight considering the popularity it's received over the past half-year or so. Poor Johnny. It's a doggone shame that PotC came out too late for the 2003 Oscars, but far too early to have much of an impact on the 2004 Oscars. (I have this special affinity for him ever since I first saw him in Edward Scissorhands opposite Winona Ryder.) I was cursing Sean Penn (Mystic River) when he won instead of Johnny, but I realize (now that I've calmed down) that the guy doesn't deserve my wrath. Penn's really a terrific actor.

And that's basically it. I never bothered watching past Academy Award shows, but watched this one for some reason. It was okay, I guess. A little over-hyped, in my opinion. I mean, c'mon, how many times can you watch Hollywood celebrities walk up and down the red carpet and chat with TV personalities before the event becomes clichéd?

Better get back to neglected homework now. Third term technically starts tomorrow ... therefore, kind of like a fresh start. Besides, my homework is like a demanding wife, scolding me for my lascivious affair with my Internet connection (and in particular, LiveJournal).
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Archery [04 Feb 2004|05:29pm]
[ mood | relaxed ]

I've come to the conclusion that I am perhaps the worst archer (marksman) in the world. I managed to get 4 arrows onto the target board, but that's 4 arrows out of 25 or so tries. One arrow actually hit the bull's eye, but that was a major fluke because ... well, just look at my statistics. As well, the times when the teacher was looking and it mattered, I missed the target board by about 10 million metres, while the bull's eye hit occurred while the teacher was at the far end of the gym. At that point, I was too exasparated for words. Still am, actually. On the other hand, I now have a newfound admiration for Legolas. At one point near the end of my PE class yesterday, I actually comtemplated re-watching FotR and TTT to study how Orlando knocks his arrows.

Lame? Perhaps. Desperate? Definitely.

I have a math midterm on Friday. Better get started studying for that. Same goes for my English booklog on Fall On Your Knees (an amazing book concerning hidden family secrets and a father who gets horny while hugging his own daughter). My science project is due on Monday. Better get started on that, as well. I haven't started on the display, or even analyzed my experiment results yet. Watch as I have to pull an all-nighter on Sunday and finish the project with 5 minutes to spare before I have to rush off to school Monday morning. You know, I do believe that there was once a time when I got started on my homework immediately as soon as I got home. I used to be such a good girl. Eh, something must've happened along the way.

Churchill is turning out not to be all that bad, after all. The clique who seemed cool at first have now pretty much lost their appeal to me. They're alright, but like most others at Churchill, we don't have all that much in common and wind up enveloped in an awkward silence whenever we try to strike up conversation. "Hey, how's life?" - "Classes alright? Much homework?" - "Oh, yeah, tons of homework, you?" serve to fill up about 2 minutes of conversation time, but leaves much to be desired after that. Instead, some pre-IBers around my locker and I spent our lunchtime arguing loudly over whether Alberta is better than British Columbia, or vice versa. Wendy, who comes from Alberta, practically snorted milk from her nose when we reminisced about the Snow Day back in January. These are her exact words, uttered in a friendly/mocking/mimicking sort of way: "You British Columbians are such wusses. It's -10 degrees Celsius (14 degrees Fahrenheit) with a light flurry of snow and the teachers are all, "Oh my God, it's the Apocalypse! It's the storm to end all storms! Woe are us, let us depart before we meet our doom here!" Dear Lord, practially everything was shut down due to the so-called "frigid" weather, while Albertans can still be found strolling about outside nonchalantly in weathers as low as -30 degrees Celsius (-22 degrees Fahrenheit)."

On a random tangent, my English teacher's daughter writes crossover fanfics concerning Xena/The X-Files. Mmmmm, leather-clad Ancient Greek superwoman meets Mulder ... yum. ;-D

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