Mope.

Le voyage à Edmonton a été annulé   :^[  Pour ceux qui parlent seulement anglai-- wait... For those who only speak english, that means the trip to edmonton has been cancelled. Apparently there was a big car crash on the highway due to the horrid weather. I was getting pumped, 'twas the first track meet of the year after all. In fact, I was heading out the door when my coach called. How lame.

And I was so flabbergasted at how warm it was the other day! I was waiting at the bus stop on the way home from choir, It was nearly 6:00, the sky was black save for the slightest tint of lighter blue on the horizon, and I was WARM. it was like 15 degrees. And now this. OH WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE THIS!! Oh yeah, Climate Change. Kind of our fault.

I am in need of new headphones. Or maybe a new ipod. The sound it emits makes me think that somebody is rustling in the trees beside me sometimes. And I actually jumped because of it on that night I was warm. I was like oh my god there's a rapist in the trees! ...Yeah the sound is a lot better on different headphones actually, but its still there, grarr. GTFO of my headphones, rapists!


I was supposed to write something about Blake, because he's awesome. We've shared some great times. He's been there for me through the good and the bad, through tight clothes and tears, for the most influential times of my life. In French class we were stars. We sung many a song, and even adorned ourselves in spandex for one. We watched a sad japanese movie together titled 1 Litre of Tears. He took my place at Abe's track and field barbeque when I failed to show up. He accepted my MVP award in a beautiful speech... which he rapped. The bottom line is, Blake, that you are my friend for life. My often-questionable friend. Not meaning its questionable that you're my friend, but like. You know what I mean.

In other news, I think for Christmas my parents are buying me guitar lessons. Or singing lessons. Or both. Maybe just one, might not have time for both.

Oh, and I need to change the format of this blog so that it looks boring but people can comment.

/A\ > /B\

So there's this guy that A knows. Let's call him B. B is A's least favorite person on Earth. He's an arrogant, loud, conceited, in-your-face liar and everybody hates him but he is totally oblivious. Naturally, It makes A feel kind of awesome when A looks at B's facebook page and there is like nobody commenting on ANYTHING for weeks at a time. A feels that justice has been served accordingly. Fuckin' B.

Little did the road know, the chicken had double-crossed him.

the anthropologists answer to why the chicken crossed the road: to conduct an anthropological survey of the other-side-of-the-road culture which is vastly different than the chicken's own, allowing the chicken to better understand his/her own culture by introspective analysis.

-my cousin's old facebook status

It's funny how my computer doesn't think 'facebook' is a word yet.

One would think that 'facebook' would be added to every dictionary on earth, and pronto.

I mean, it only controls our LIVES.

I'd say its dictionary-worthy.

Will they continue to keep adding updates to really simple iPod applications such as checkers? Like, don't you think after a while their updates will run dry? How many freaking updates to checkers can you have?! There will be nothing left to  -- k I got bored and decided that topic was boring. 'scuse.

Umm.. track! I'm trying hurdles this year! It's kinda scary cause they're so high this year and I'm not-so-high! ... erm, tall. not-so-tall. It's been easy with the shorter ones in school track the past few years cause you basically run fast and lift your legs, there is no jumping action involved. But now I think the hurdles might be above my hip height when I'm running, soo yeah that'll feel funny. Likely going to have my first 60m hurdles race on December 5th, pretty excited.

I just remembered one of the more awesome moments of my life. So we were at my excruciatingly boring track club banquet, which lasted way too long. After Lyndsay and I made fun of numerous silent auction items and a truly inspirational quote, we had dinner and then there were a lot of speeches. During which, of course, my whole family is just squirming like crazy 'cause we're impatient and can't be quiet for more than half an hour to listen to people talk. S my grandmother, after she had fiddled with the salt spilled on the table for about 20 minutes, grabs her straw and pretends to snort the salt as if it were cocaine. HA. We were bored. I don't know why they have to make those banquets so dull. But how many 67-or-something-year-olds do you know that would do that?

So life's pretty rad. Sweeney Todd (the play) was great. The woman who played Mrs. Lovett kind of put Helena Bonham Carter to shame, and the play in general was a lot better than the movie in my opinion. And then there's the KISS concert, and they are just eternally and timelessly amazing. Explosions, Rock n' Roll, fire breathing, blood spitting, "flying," and sometimes-on-key singing make for an excellent experience. They sure can put on a show! I hope Lyndsay actually enjoyed it, but I'd never know if she didn't lol. WOW they are old to be rockin' on stage still. Gene is like 60, Paul is 57, and I don't know about Tommy Thayer or Eric Singer (the new guys). But I'm impressed, I only wish I could be so badass at that age. Probably I'll have sagging gross skin, no memory or hearing whatsoever, and like... no control over my tongue. Which is kind of like that already. When I'm weightlifting and my muscles are about to rip, the face I tend to make without thinking usually involves grunting, clenching my teeth, or involuntarily sticking my tongue out. I don't know how it happens. I suppose Gene Simmons must have the same problem, having a tongue as long as mine.

I also got to celebrate my year-and-a-half with Lyndsay recently, which was great  :^] I don't know what I would do without her. Who else would paint me pictures and T-Shirts and make me CDs and care for me and just love me all the time like she does? Nobody. Lyndsay, you should know by now that I'm you're #1 Fan and Unfriend, and I don't care if you are one cashew or a whole case, you're mine for good.

As an awesome side note, Nathan, Katrina, and myself might get to watch Hot Fuzz in english class while the rest of the class watches and studies V for Vendetta! not that I don't like V for Vendetta, its actually my favorite film of all time, but the three of us studied it last year in drama class and I've seen it at least a billion times. And Hot Fuzz is a hilarious movie.

I miss video games ... I miss my mom.

This is for Grayson, for being awesome. 

I have compiled just about every awesome Teen Girl Squad moment.

Those who aren't Grayson or myself will likely never understand.

Gift Exchange Lion!

 ..POSSUMMSSS...

I hope nobody cool or famous is watching me.

Mrs. Commander...son

Tomkin's Virtual Pet

Half-Digested Gazelle Carcass!

Floor Tommed!

4 GREGS

Due to a lack of interest, today has been canceled.

"So good, it tastes twice! 
Once in your mouth and once in your esophagus!"


Err.
Ever notice that you never hear mild, soothing music playing on people's iPods on full blast? Like when you're on the bus or the train, and there's that person down at the other end whose music you can hear, it's always a tune that's at least slightly annoying to some people, like techno, rap, metal, you know? I think some kind of formula could be made about this. Like...


The louder/more obtrusive the music is, the louder/more obtrusive the listener feels like they have to be.
or
The irritation caused by the music alone is proportional to the volume at which the music must be played.


Maybe those didn't make sense, but do you know what I'm getting at?
I'm not much better, I'm sure I annoy people with my loud music sometimes,
though I try my best to keep it down when I'm amidst a quiet crowd of people. 


So this week I get to spend doing cool stuff with my gal.
It's our year-and-a-half on saturday, don'tchya know.
So this past saturday we went to Banff to do the Winterstart run, where we didn't really run (and I'm okay with that),
and tomorrow we're going to see Sweeney Todd at the Pumphouse Theatre,
and the next day we're going to see KISS IN CONCERT. 
Lyndsay Gundeson, I hope you know that there's nothing to deter me from making you paint your whole face.
It's cruel to not paint your face when me and my entire family are doing it. 
They will scorn you for the rest of your life, probably, if you don't.


While I'm still awkwardly talking to you via blog, did you know that in Mr. Poirier's emails, you are listed as Lindsey Gubderseb  ??!?!? I'm not even kidding. Lindsey Gubderseb. That's a giant fail on Poirier's part. 


Off to school.


Let's think the unthinkable,
let's do the undoable,
let's prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, 
and see if we may not eff it after all.

Diagram.

“Eating One Battery”

                                                fig. 1

“Eating Five Batteries”

                                   fig. 2

Each breath we take makes us thieves

Still breathing.

If I could wager a guess, I'd say that when this picture was taken, I was thinking a little too hard about.... dairy. Or like.. alpaca farms, and the mirth they generate in a number of Earth's inhabitants. I was thinking about something off the charts weird for sure, though, cause this is one of my better photos, and they always happen when I am not really concentrating on the camera.

I recently fell asleep on my bedroom floor. That's a real rush. If you've never done it, give it a shot. It's the kind of thing you see in stories a lot, but don't actually get to do very often. I even had to wake up after a few hours because it was so intense. 

Know what I would secretly want to do sometimes, when I am at a pool or on the beach? Take my towel and clothes with me into the water so that nobody steals them. But I have never done that.

Well, I'm sick, and that sucks. My symptoms are minor right now, but they will probably be horrid before long, and they all scarily point to Swine Flu, otherwise known as "la Grippe Porcine!" While I'm making a reference to the French language, I've come to the realization that I don't know enough random vocabulary to survive a day amidst a French-speaking populace. Like, really. I'm very proud of my grammar and pronunciation (contrary to pronounciation), and yet my grammatical skill is rendered useless because I don't know the translation for words like 'ferret,' or 'tentacle,' or a number of important everyday words, which I could integrate into my sentence structure. In fact, I had forgotten completely what the word for 'leg' was, which I think is pretty influential on my day-to-day doings. I had been wondering about that word for what seems like 4 months, because I know I had learned it way back in the seventh grade or something, but I never bothered to look it up. We don't learn enough french in high school, we just write stupid stressful essays, and fill out meaningless sheets about some book with an obscure moral that we'll all forget within a few months. This may make me seem like a dull individual, but I would much rather have a series of worksheets on conjugation and semi-useful vocabulary. sigh.

I see no reason to not type the alphabet:

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