OH! Good news! I found people to go to This Is It with! Hopefully, we'll be going to see it Saturday night, and maybe go for sushi after, provided this place has vegetarian sushi for me.
The prospect just makes me really happy. :)

I should REALLY get to bed now, but I leave you with this little bit of brilliance:


His ukulele is so TINY! Even smaller than mine!
Ever heard of Tiny Tim? Some say creepy, some say weird, I say AWESOME.
He is definitely something else.
Happy viewing! :)

Alright, so here's an update attempt.

WELCOME AGAIN TO LJ FRIENDS FROM SHAMONE_MJ!
I'm just tickled pink to know you. :) SHAMONE, YOU PYTS!

I know I said I would update-ahem-two days ago, but I've literally been busy doing stuff all day...mostly homework. The odd thing is, instead of essays or other such boring assignments, all the major projects I've been assigned this long weekend (FOUR DAYS! I LOVE THIS NEW PRINCIPAL!) are 'creative' projects. Like, they're almost fun.
English: a pastiche of a passage from One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich. I wrote it in the style of Ibi Kaslik, and I'm quite proud of it. Maybe I'll post it..?
French: two neat projects. One, a photo album based on the movie Amelie (adorable, watch it if you haven't already). I took pictures of a friend for the project as if she's a visitor to the cafe, and then scrapbook paper got involved...basically, it's kickass, IMO. :p I'm still working on it, but I'm pretty happy with how it's turned out. Pictures will be posted!
Also for French, a comic strip based on a historic event (a la Tintin. I know, he's a BAMF.) It doesn't have to have Tintin in it, so I decided to do something Beatles-related--their first real performance as The Beatles at the Cavern Club in Liverpool, where they eventually met the manager that skyrocketed them to superstardom. HELL YEAH.

I haven't done fun stuff like this since elementary school. I was so worried about the comic, because I haven't really drawn anything significant in years. I took drawing and cartooning classes as a kid, but I eventually faced the fact that I had no talent whatsoever. BUT THERE IS HOPE! I showed my dad the last frame of my comic in rough form, and he actually recognized the Beatles! YESSS.
I just hope I don't screw it up while inking or colouring. Ooh...colouring. It gets precarious there...
I will post pictures of the inked strip, though! Just so I have something to remember it by if things go horribly awry.

Enough boring homework talk. Although it's literally the only thing I've done this weekend..LAME. XD
I'm getting braces, I've decided. I'm way late getting them and it's not the best time, as I'm going to graduate with train tracks, but my teeth bother me too much. They're not overlapping or underbiting or overbiting, in fact, straight across, they're perfectly straight. It's just that the front top four are tilted to the right severely enough so that two are longer than the other two. Apparently, you can't even tell until I mention it, but by god, I want them even!
I'm a tad apprehensive about it, still. The pain, the duration, the plumetting self-esteem, but in the end, I hope it's worth it.

Okay. My right eyelid has been telling me to sleep for the past six hours by twitching every five to ten seconds, and I'm finally going to listen to it now.
Happy now, eyelid?

P.S. My seven-year-old brother stole three pillows and my bear from me while I was in the shower, which is not going to help the sleeping situation at all. Butthead. I don't care if I'm more than twice his age, he's gonna get it when he wakes up.

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...but yeah, my ipod's on shuffle, and this is the fourth MJ song in a row. I'm grinning like a fool. This is ridiculous...and awesome.

Apologies to my LJ-friends who dislike MJ. The fangirl in me was dying to escape. I would have spontaneously combusted if not. Really.

WTF WTF IT JUST SWITCHED TO ANOTHER MJ SONG. INSANITY!

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This isn't even a real update, just an observation...
It's ridiculous how many times MJ songs have been coming up when my ipod's on shuffle these past few days. Ridiculous, I'm tellin' ya.

This morning, the airline called and said that our flight was delayed, which meant that we'd miss our connecting flight to Toronto.
We switched to a flight at 6:45 as opposed to 2:30.
It's 4:45 now, and we're getting ready to leave at 5:30.
I don't have much to say, except I'LL MISS YOU!
I have Internet in some places, so I might post every so often, but checking my flist is pretty much impossible.
I'LL BE BACK AUGUST 8!!!
Try not to miss me too much!
-mwah-
Love,
Me.

Today, I rediscovered how painful refreshing toner can be. My bottle of Clinique stuff had gone missing a while back when my mom was cleaning the bathroom, and I found it today. I don't know if you're supposed to use toner at night or not...but it makes sense, right? If it's supposed to remove all ~stresses of the day~ and other gobbledygook from my visage, don't I want to do that now so that it won't clog my sensitive little pores overnight?? Damn things.
I also did something else significant today. (Yes, toner is significant. That's how sad my life is.) I put up a request on Etsy for a plain white t-shirt dress I want someone to make for me. It's essentially a long t-shirt with a bit more shape and a square neckline. I got three bids: the first seemed like a wonderful person who sent me all the details about how she would make the dress and how she loved "creating memories" and all that jazz, but she wanted me to pay a hefty 45$, plus 15$ for shipping. Far from the $20 I said I wanted to pay, no? The second came about an half an hour or so later, with no message but a link to their shop but a much more reasonable price of $20 plus $20 for shipping, but it's still a little much for a t-shirt. This seller also had two neutral reviews saying that the custom order was not like what was asked for. Hm. I was stuck with quite the dilemma, and this is only the first day of placing the request! This evening, just before we ate cake for my parents' wedding anniversary (toffee, whipped cream, and caramel glaze cheesecake), the last bid was placed. This bidder asked for $25 plus $5 for shipping, and offered a few details on how she would make it and a link to her portfolio. I'm now leaning towards this bidder, as well I should, right? The only problem with #3 is that she estimated it would be finished by the end of August. AUGUST! THE END! #1 said she'd have it done by the end of July. Since we're traveling from the 13th to the 7th of August, this would be ideal, because then I can work on the dress design as soon as I get back. So what do I do now? Sit and wait for more bids, I suppose. I'll also work on #1 to see if she'll go lower than 45 friggin' bucks. Wish me luck!
Oh! Dress design! I can't tell you guys what it's going to be yet, because I'm going to post it once I'm done and see if you can tell me who/what it looks like. I envisioned that design being on a long, loose shirt, and also large. This is gonna take more than one iron-on transfer paper, I can tell you that. The design itself is coming along nicely, and I'm quite proud of it, although it looks simple.
I'm really blabbering now.
I'm listening to my newly-downloaded Harry Potter score, so it's all good. :)

Thunder's rumbling quite loudly right now and I'm really hoping that the severe thunderstorm warning doesn't get upgraded to tornado. I've never liked thunderstorms and, frankly, don't understand people who do. Perhaps it's a sense of awe at witnessing the raw power of nature, but to me, it's terrifying. In a place where the wind is unobstructed by mountains or tall buildings, the possibility of getting your house ripped out of its foundation Wizard of Oz-style seems more significant than just movie magic.
I've been feeling weird lately. To be more specific, since the great MJ died. If you're a real equalizer, you could say since Micheal Jackson and Farrah Fawcett died, but I'm quite sure that her death isn't triggering my odd state of mind. I was not a fan before, believe me. The only songs I'd ever heard by him was Thriller, in bits and pieces, and Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough, and I didn't even know who sang them. I didn't have strong feelings against or for him, just the opinion that he looked kinda creepy. But after he died, I saw his videos on essentially every music channel and got interested. I started to realize what an incredible performer he was and, after doing research completely out of curiosity, began to believe strongly that he was extremely misunderstood his whole life and also had a very sad, lonely life. All this after, what, 36 hours? So guess what sets in. An immense feeling of regret and pity and sadness, all mixed up together to equal a sort of depression. I couldn't help but feel really, really sad every time Michael Jackson was even mentioned. And what's worse, I regularily checked people.com and ET online for news about him, which of course didn't help the situation at all. I'm still feeling like this, which is just so weird. I wasn't a fan before, right? So why so sad now? I haven't cried or anything, but it's a disusting feeling at the pit of my stomach for someone who seems to me to have never really had the chance to be truly happy. You can lecture me about the millions of children in developing countries who don't have shelter and food and what have you, but I know all that. It doesn't change how I'm feeling right now, which is totally irrational.
Sigh. I just wish this would go away soon and I could go back to enjoying my summer and getting excited for our trip.
Oh, and by the way, happy Canada Day.

Okay, I have to swear just this once...
FUCK!!

I'm sorry. Really. I'm not often this crude. But srsly, I'm having some sort of a breakdown.
I've had a bad day and my stomach hurts and my head hurts and all I want is my ipod back.


I'm going to go cry in a corner now for Bobbert. That's his name. Or was.

:'(

 

I walked approximately 3 miles today. Idk what got into me. I was at this yearbook thing where we were supposed to be sitting around, placing content and text and stuff, but there was a miserable turnout due to the fact that the teacher advisor, Mr. Mac, hadn't reminded anyone. It ended early, about 4:50, and I was expecting it to go to 5:30 at least. I couldn't get a ride until 5:45 or 6:00, so I had a while to wait and miraculously no homework to do. So I started walking. My initial plan was to walk to the university, call the transit Ride Line, and see when the next "University" bus was, which actually goes right near my house in very little time. I walk to the university in about 20 minutes, and, while looking around for a stop, call the Ride Line. The attendant informs me that I've been a total idiot and forgotten that the term is over and that the buses have stopped now. No, acutally, he didn't say the first part. He was surprisingly nice, though, even while telling me that I had to go downtown first and then switch buses to get to my street, which is right over the highway next to the university.
So I was kinda like, Alright, screw this, I'll walk. And I did.
Three miles in $12 superstore Joe flats until my dad called me at 5:45 to ask if I wanted him to come and pick me up from the school.
"Ooh! Wait! Have you left yet? Because I'm three blocks away from home."
"WTF?"
Well, he didn't actually say that, but that's what he was thinking.
So three miles in an hour. I'm kinda proud of myself, seeing as it's unathletic, lazy me.
At the end, the part of me that hurt the most were my shoulders, because of my backpack.

But right now, I'm dead beat and I have homework to do so  qq3jlvchjnfgv /;cwXd, dnanml,m ele





...that was me, dozing off on the keyboard. I know, I'm lame. Thank you, thank you. -bows-

Technically, this isn't the same day as my earlier post, but I'm still updating!
I really need to do this more. I really do.

It was beautiful out today, so I went on a little photo-taking adventure around my backyard and the outside of my house. I never realized so many little things about them until today. Doing stuff like this makes me appreciate the world so much more, I've found.
I was quite proud of my little point-and-shoot today! It took some pretty dazzling pictures, I've gotta say. Especially of my mom's flowers, I haven't been this impressed with my own mediocre picture-taking skills...ever! (*coughcoughseeflickrpostplz*)
I also tried out the tire swing my dad put in the other day. THAT THING IS THE EIGTH CIRCLE OF HELL. It's first awkward to get in/on, and once you're there, you have zero control over where you're going. Which gives my brother the opportunity to spin the tire around in a circle and let go. Joy.
I generally had issues with hanging things (and my brother) today.
I was also lying around in the self-standing hammock today, totally relaxed and happy, and my little brother's tossing around balls and things nearby. Wait, let me first mention that the hammock is VERY unstable in general. Okay. I'll continue. So. My brother was being an annoying little snot today and not paying any attention to me or my dad, who were telling him to stop shaking the hammock while I was in it and to stop throwing sports equipment at my head (because, on a hammock, there is no escape). I don't even remember what I said, but the next thing I knew, my brother yelled "It's MIIINEEE!", jumped on me, and I was on the ground, still on the hammock. I must've squeaked or screamed or something as I was going down, because I definitely stopped emitting a sound when my back/head made contact with the ground. Yup, I got winded. Somehow.
I'm fine, I think, but right after I felt kinda woozy and my neck hurt a bit.
Th good side? My brother's lost Wii priviledges for "a week".
We'll see, won't we, brother-favouring mom?