January 31, 2002
If you happen to be
If you happen to be viewing this page on netscape, forgive me, because I only just realised how it does not translate (I designed, and view this page in Internet Explorer). My bad.
Posted by Laura at 11:59 PM | Comments (0)
In the fourth grade I
In the fourth grade I accused a girl who sat across for me of stealing my eraser. It wasn't a particularly nice one, just a standard issue public school eraser. I even told on her to the teacher. During recess we had to stay behind in class and the teacher put said eraser behind her back and asked us questions about it. What was drawn on it and how many holes has been carved in one side; that kind of thing. I answered them all right, and was given back the eraser.
I never realised how truely stupid that was in so many different ways.
Posted by Laura at 11:34 PM | Comments (0)
To some degree I think
To some degree I think everyone is inherently selfish. When my dad gets angry with me he usually says something along the lines of "the world doesn't revolve around you," but in so many ways it does. Sometimes it should.
Now don't get me wrong. How ever self-promoting having a website based on myself might seem, I don't like to think of myself as a generally selfish person. There are few people I truely think of as selfish. On the flip side I know very few truely selfless people.
Recently, I've felt more aware of little things that annoy me. And these aren't things that normally bothered me before and for good reason: they aren't important. Only now, it is becoming important because it's affecting the way I treat my friends.
I think it's because this is the final stretch before exams. Things feel pretty competitive because we're hearing from univeristies and getting our predictions. Secretly, we're all starting to pay that little bit more attention to anything school related and on some level, we're all trying to compare ourselves with everyone else.
People just seem more selfish because I'm being that way too. And I really wish I wasn't.
Posted by Laura at 11:10 PM | Comments (0)
Ever found a character in
Ever found a character in a book, who you were so sure was written about someone you know?
Posted by Laura at 09:44 PM | Comments (0)
I'm thinking that at some
I'm thinking that at some point I should separate the journal from the weblog.
Posted by Laura at 01:43 AM | Comments (0)
100 things about me because
100 things about me because I like to pretend you care (and if you don't then what are you doing here? ;)
[swiped from lots and lots of people]:
1. i was born in 1984
2. i actually like being the baby of the group most of the time
3. i always hated having my birthday close to christmas
4. i've started hating my birthday in general
5. i'm really not near as pessimistic as i usually sound
6. i used to live in Toronto, Canada
7. i now live in London, England
8. i still sometimes wake up not believing it
9. i have naturally brown hair.
10. in the past two years it's hardly ever been natural
11. my hairdresser was stunned and amused by this
12. i like wearing running shoes
13. i hate wearing only socks
14. i used to cut the feet off my one piece pjs when i was little because it bothered me so much
15. i also used to try and use my moms make-up
16. my dad says the results were always hilarious
17. my mom thought less so
18. i used to have a cat, named kitty
19. i'm allergic to cats
20. i would rather have a cat and suffer the allergies
21. i'd like to name a cat gatsby
22. preferably my own cat
23. this is really hard
24. i am ambidextrous
25. i think this is nicely uncommon
26. i tend to use my right hand more so I don't smudge the ink
27. because i am a perfectionist with writing and presentation
28. it hasn't spread to my room
29. i hate wearing skirts
30. I have hazel/green eyes
31. people used to call them cat eyes
32. my music tastes vary to almost anything
33. i have a strange fondness for classical music
34. my friend and I used to steal her mother's Andrew Lloyd Webber cd and perform our own Les Mis. and The Phantom of the Opera in her front living room
35. singing and all
36. I still sing in private
37. usually into a hair brush
38. said friend and I also used to have a paper route
39. we made $50 a month
40. i love berry blue jello
41.especially when it's only the hot water and the powder
42. ice cream is my comfort food
43. especially cookie dough
44. i have extremely thick hair
45. i wont wear it down unless i straighten it
46. i love to read
47. i love sci-fi and fantasy books
48. i love book stores and could live happily in one for years
49. i love to write stories
50. i write some fanfiction
51. i hate when people think fanfiction is immature, just because some other authors are
52. i write a lot of orginal stuff too
53. i started a novel over the summer
54. i got to 8 chapters and 70 000 words
55. that's when the computer started having problems
56. i tend to have a lot of computer problems
57. i own three real cameras and numerous disposibles
58. i love photographs
59. of everything but myself
60. i love getting snail mail
61. i have an addiction to magazines
62. even science-esque ones
63. i liked the Kylie song
64. i even down loaded it
65. this is really really hard
66. i used to have the nickname bob
67. coined from people's reshaping of my chest on a paper-maché bust project in art class
68. i used to have waist length hair
69. i cut it to my chin in one go
70. that was incrediably scary
71. i grew my hair longer again, but it's a pain
72. i play the violin
73. i can play a little bit on the guitar
74. I'm a bit better at the piano
75. i like sparkling water more than still water
76. i can't stand the smell of honey or eggs
77. i wish i knew more french than i do
78. i am deeply envious of people who have more than one good language
79. i can be very shy in person
80. this often leads to people drawing the wrong conclusions about me
81. i hate telephones
82. on the social front this doesn't help much
83. i love seeing movies in the cinema
84. i can be a huge flirt
85. i have an on/off paranoia that people hate me
86. my favourite colour is blue
87. i can't stand people touching my side, stomach or thighs
88. you've been warned
89. i work my best under pressure
90. i am farsighted
91. i need glasses
92. i am a pack-rat
93. i may seem quiet, but i am a very loyal friend
94. i hate being in cars
95. probably because i get car sick
96. i'd love to make some friends over the internet
97. but am afraid of leaving comments on other peoples' weblogs
98. I love watching science fiction movies
99. frequently when I am talking to someone I will take the switch the first two letters of words (es: coin toss becomes toin coss)
100. i am very very tired
Posted by Laura at 01:32 AM | Comments (0)
I used to try and
I used to try and get attention from my parents. Maybe it started off because I had all that time as an only child when I was little, and then suddenly having to deal with sharing the limelight with a little brother, and at school it was worse because there were even more other kids.
In grade three our first teacher left because she had migraines, and couldn't keep teaching. We went through 18 temporary teachers before Miss Rice came.
We all thought she was really pretty, probably because she seemed so much younger than all the other teachers. On valentines day I remember her boyfriend sent her this giant cookie in a pizza-box like container and whoever guessed her age right got to have a big chunk as the prize.
One day, probably after some school board reform, or some new family problems statistic she sat us all down, and mentioned, that if we ever felt we had a problem, we could come and talk to her.
I don't know how many hours or days I spent by myself thinking about it. I just remember after class one day I went and told her that I didn't like my parents not spending time with me, especially my dad because he was hardly ever in th country, let alone at home.
She smiled at hugged me, and then sent me home.
The next week my dad was home at 6 everyday. We ate dinner together and played board games. My dad even let me watch half an hour of tv with him each day. I got to stay up late, and it was heaven. Then at the end of the week my parents sat me down.
"We don't appreciate it you making stuff up to tell your teachers." That was it.
I stopped wanting attention. Asking for help of any kind just made me greedy. I started being quiet and minding my own business. I tried to keep out of my parents business, and only hang around them when they made it obvious it was family time.
After that week my dad didn't come home early any more.
And at some point I think that need of comfort from them died in me. That kind of feeling where, because you were family, it was mutual. I learned to be independent in the only way a 9 year old knows how.
Now they want me to talk, but be allowed to have selective hearing. And I'd really appreciate if they didn't make stuff up.
Posted by Laura at 12:14 AM | Comments (0)
January 30, 2002
I've spent two months looking
I've spent two months looking to download a song by Jimmy Eat World on Mactella. I saw it a couple of times on MTV2 and really liked it. I don't usualy download much because I have a pretty lousy internet connection. (Split 56k = 28k) No, I likes this song enough to download it, but for two months I haven't been able to find it.
That's because MTV2 took the oppertunity to mess around with their viewers. (At this point I fail to be surprised when I've been messed around with.)
They listed the song as Salt, sweat, sugar.
According to the track listings on their cds and websites (fansites included) this song doesn't exist. Finally I just took the name of the single released before the middle. Turns out it's really called Bleed American.
I was finally able to download it. And it rocks.
Posted by Laura at 08:36 PM | Comments (0)
Don't tell me I have
Don't tell me I have the right to be pissed of but shouldn't be. Don't give me that responsibility bullshit.
So yeah, at some point I was probably given the information, printed off on some sheet months ago. It's probably in my room somewhere right now too. But, when the f*** did I because the sole person involved.
So what if I knew Mr. Williams was a d*** since he messed me up with my extended essay. Does that mean I should lose all trust in him as a teacher.
And as a teacher shouldn't he have enough responsibility to at least mention when a piece of the IB moderated work is due? Especially if we don't see him for the two weeks before it's due, one because of examinations and two because he is out of the country? How can he approve the topic or review the work if he isn't here.
How can he do anything about it if he never tells us a thing about it?
So maybe it's rotten luck to be in all his classes, and maybe I should know better. But that doesn't make his role and less responsible for my education.
I have:
A world literature essay
A TOK essay
A business project and
An ITGS project
due within these two weeks. Half that work I have to do without being told by Mr. Williams.
That makes me stressed out. It makes me mad. So don't tell me when I'm losing sleep and worrying that I shouldn't be pissed off. I don't care if you or I know better.You can look down off your high horse and tell me the f*** whatever.
Just don't expect me to listen.
Posted by Laura at 08:24 PM | Comments (0)
Blended grapes has got to
Blended grapes has got to be one of the more disgusting food choices. I have a hard time swallowing mushed foods without gagging. So I have problems with apple sauce, mashed potatoes, rhubarb stew, etc.
Not that I was eating my experiment. My mom just said to me, she bet it was 'yummy'.
Posted by Laura at 06:46 PM | Comments (0)
Pack-rat self has come to
Pack-rat self has come to the rescue again. I have all the planning information needed for the chem experiment tomorrow on a posterboad in the study cupboard.
Making alcohol (as a fuel, not a beverage =P ) was my science fair project in grade 9.
Posted by Laura at 03:30 PM | Comments (0)
Sometimes, when I'm feeling lazy
Sometimes, when I'm feeling lazy and a lightbulb in my room blows, I switch it for one in the study instead of going downstairs for a new one.
Posted by Laura at 12:21 AM | Comments (0)
January 29, 2002
A: "What are you reading?"
A: "What are you reading?"
L: "Small business finance."
*Looking over shoulder at a picture*
A: "Ugh he's short.
*pause*
Talk about small business.
*pause*
Won't take much to measure him up.
*pause*
I bet some people think little of him."
*groan*
L: "Andy really."
*pause
A: "I wonder if he likes shrimp."
Posted by Laura at 09:30 PM | Comments (0)
I've just been told my
I've just been told my Uncle and my Aunt (my father's eldest sister) have separated. It's one of those things that feels unreal really. Not that I was ignorant of this happening in the real world, it's that I'm just so used to the idea of the two of them together that it makes no sense anymore.
I remember their 25th wedding anniversary at their house, and the whole Baskerville family was there. They had that stupid unity cup that was so hard to drink out of.
They must have been married more than 30 years. They have four children. They have a dog, two cats and a horse they keep in the barn behind their pool. They used to fly in their own little plane down to Mexico every year.
I don't know. I guess I just need to pull my head around it. It's just so hard to think about one without the other.
Posted by Laura at 08:57 PM | Comments (0)
January 28, 2002
New photographs now up.
New photographs now up.
Posted by Laura at 11:40 PM | Comments (0)
microfasting - That period of
microfasting - That period of time spent waiting for a microwave to warm your lunch
Posted by Laura at 09:36 PM | Comments (0)
pornificate - The act of
pornificate - The act of putting inanimate objects into pornographic positions.
ex. Someone came in and pornificated my Barbie collection while I was out at a Star Trek convention.
Posted by Laura at 09:32 PM | Comments (0)
"Spastic. Do you have any
"Spastic. Do you have any idea what that means. 'Weak, feeble, incompetent.'"
"Oh."
"Exactly."
Posted by Laura at 09:13 PM | Comments (0)
*makes vomiting noise* "Nope, I'm
*makes vomiting noise*
"Nope, I'm pretty that's taken too"
Posted by Laura at 09:03 PM | Comments (0)
"Mate-y, don't talk back to
"Mate-y, don't talk back to the parrot."
"Well honestly. That's what I'd think."
Posted by Laura at 09:01 PM | Comments (0)
I can't even begin to
I can't even begin to imagine how tempting that would be. But I think he did the right thing.
Posted by Laura at 08:42 PM | Comments (0)
She meant it to be
She meant it to be a sweet photo forward. A picture of herself, taken in a mirror, with tidy text across the bottom leading to her new domain. She was smiling, edited to add a tear running down her cheek from behind her hair.
Only it looked unsightly, as though she has a massive booger hanging out of her nose.
Posted by Laura at 06:26 PM | Comments (0)
"The grade really doesn't say
"The grade really doesn't say anything about you." It's half-felt warning teacher throw out to try and act as a shield against the inevitable disappointment.
Sometimes it is poor protection.
I used to fight teachers when they said they should abolish grades at school in favour of comments. That is because I an hopelessly dependent on the grading system. I only know how to classify my work by percentage or letters. I can feel the difference between a plus or a minus. Without it, there's no closure, no achievement, no disappointment.
So in this case the grade does say a lot about me.
But I just want to shut it up.
Posted by Laura at 05:40 PM | Comments (0)
January 27, 2002
"She reached the wall and
"She reached the wall and broke open security glass, tearing out the small gun that lay inside. All her fault, these deaths and the uncountable others to come. There was no check or balance to his evil, no one strong enough anywhere to match him or curb his will.
And he had to be stopped. Now. Before anyone else died.
She turned back to see Piccalo fall, broken and bleeding, to see Gohan hurled like a rag doll against a wall to collapse half-conscious, sobbing for his father, for Piccalo-san. She moved back to stand before Vegita, who regarded her coolly, grinning faintly at the gun in her hand. She raised the gun slowly.
"Vegita," she whispered. "I warned you and I told you I wouldn't let you did this."
"So you did," he said softly, stepping so close the barrel of her weapon was pressed against his breast. "And how will you stop me, woman?"
She turned the muzzle of the gun into her own chest and fired. He cried out as though he had received the wound himself, catching her as she began to fall, holding her in both arms, his face going pale. "No! NO!!!" He began to fall with her, his breath coming short, his strength failing, as her life leaked away in his arms, like water pouring out of a sieve. "Bulma... Bulma..." The last almost a sob.
She touched his face, gazing up sadly, trying to speak. I wanted to love you so much... I wanted you... To have everything with you, dark prince... But not at any price. Not a marriage bed built on a pile of corpses... I wanted...to love you...
He shook his head. There were no words for this, no way to express the conflicting emotions, his horror at what she had done, the knowledge that he had forced her hand, the heart-broken need for her and everything she was that was raging inside him."
Posted by Laura at 09:02 PM | Comments (0)
"I don't force it, I
"I don't force it, I let nature take its course. I believe it's already up there before you are born, and then it drops right into your lap. Sometimes I feel guilty putting my name on songs -- 'written by Michael Jackson' -- because it's as if the heavens have done it already."
Really. I don't know what to say. I disagree on so many levels, but maybe it feels like truth?
Posted by Laura at 08:25 PM | Comments (0)
I really think the phrase
I really think the phrase dead tired is an understatement. You just don't feel tired at a 12 noon showing of Lord of the Rings.
Yes, it was just as good the third time around.
Posted by Laura at 05:36 PM | Comments (0)
Sometimes I'm pretty sure I'm
Sometimes I'm pretty sure I'm mad. 6:30am. Willingly.
Posted by Laura at 06:47 AM | Comments (0)
I've started writing again. I
I've started writing again. I picked up my pad of paper and a pencil and I wrote a story. It's been so long...
Posted by Laura at 12:47 AM | Comments (0)
January 26, 2002
At hockey: Yelling at the
At hockey:
Yelling at the rink, "Look like you know what you're doing Steve, you big stupid git!"
Her husband Steve turns around at the players bench.
"Not you, you idiot. You're not out there chasing the puck now are you?"
That was a dirty game. Lee Valley, while having some undisputably good players, has some very dirty ones as well. I'd like to think it was just because Andy was playing up at the under 16's level, but apparently the club is notorious for rough play. From the start they marked out our best players, and number 36 (O'Neil) and 37 (Cox) would check them left, right and centre. Whenever there was a good angle they would dive and give us penalties, by faking injury and then being out the next line shift.
The referees weren't much better either. One's been a referee for 50 years and is nearly blind and the young one has been refereeing for a month which totals to 4 games. It's obvious he didn't know what he was doing.
One player got sent off because a ref was picking on him after a legal check and he defended himself. Supposedly unsportsman like behaviour.
It was tied in the end because they discounted Andy's goal. He scored with 44 seconds on the clock, the exact time they ring the end of game bell. They refused to admit they had messed up on the clock, leaving us to tie. Althought the coach had pulled them all off at the end of the second period, and reluctantly decided to finish the game, he was mad and pulled all the players off before the rewards could be issued. He is taking the game to the officals.
How can games like these encourage these guys to keep playing hockey? Sure there are bad days and violence but this was a bit much.
Posted by Laura at 11:46 PM | Comments (0)
It was a general rule
It was a general rule that family didn't come here. They know, sure, but not where or what or... Well, when they come they had better stick to *not* reading any of the archives/history.
I never let your read my diary.
You'd be pushing your luck.
And I know where you visit.
So look around, check out the pictures and the rest of it. Just don't look too far.
Posted by Laura at 12:43 PM | Comments (0)
I don't like to consider
I don't like to consider myself to be a jealous person. I try not to be, but it happens anyways. The best of intentions can be wasted because I have moments of selfishness.
And it's always the little things. It was mine, and now someone's taken it from me and made it into something else in their image. And people like that image more. I wouldn't mind really except, well, now that something is gone.
Gone.
That's a big word for four letters.
Posted by Laura at 02:10 AM | Comments (0)
Three men are standing on
Three men are standing on the roof of a sky-scraper.
"I bet you, I could jump off the building, and bounce all the way back up," the first one says.
"No way. That's impossible." says the second.
"No, I bet I can do it."
So the first runs and jumps off the building. And he falls and he falls and he falls. And he bounces back up and lands on the edge of the roof.
"Wow. You did it," says the second.
"See I told you it was possible".
Excited, the second man runs and jumps off the building. He falls and falls and falls... and hits the ground.
Then the third man says to the first, "You know you can be a real asshole sometimes Superman."
Posted by Laura at 12:23 AM | Comments (0)
January 25, 2002
It's the screaming that gets
It's the screaming that gets me. The rough sound of someone pushing all that air out of their lungs, stringing together all those horrible things to say as fast as they can think them up. Is that really what you mean to say?
Then comes the silence.
Posted by Laura at 12:30 PM | Comments (0)
The friday five 1. What
The friday five
1. What cologne or perfume do you wear? Actual perfume, I suppose has to be Coco Mademoiselle/Chanel. I'm not really good about wearing perfume, so usually lavendar or vanilla. I used to wear White Musk.
2. What cologne or perfume do you like best on the opposite sex? I'm not going to write the whole list, but I know some guys and sometimes, damn do they smell good.
3. What one smell can you not stomach? Honey
4. What smell do you like that others might consider weird? Gasoline / matches just after they've been lit. Have a strange fondness of 'just' lit cigarettes too.
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? No plans. Might go out to a movie, but other than that, probably working.
Here.
Posted by Laura at 10:53 AM | Comments (0)
I have become worst social
I have become worst social in the history of socials. I didn't feel like going to the party, for which I was subject to "why not"s from everyone I know.
I came home, and made decision to go to the party regardless of who was going to be there. "Must make very lazy and tired self get out."
I took a nap under the idea of resting because I was dead tired, so that I wouldn't fall asleep during party. I figured I was feel the effects of several 5 hour nights. Managed to sleep through 2 alarm clocks and 3 phone calls. Also managed to sleep through dinner.
Have missed party, and feel even worse because I actually convinced myself I should go.
I shouldn't really be excused.
Posted by Laura at 12:37 AM | Comments (0)
January 24, 2002
I'm so tired. If I
I'm so tired. If I even want to think about going to that party tonight I'm going to have to go nap now.
Posted by Laura at 04:26 PM | Comments (0)
It's like a really good
It's like a really good movie that you've seen tens of times. You know the words, and the characters. You know the jokes, and the setting. You know what going to happen next but, somehow you still manage to smile just as hard and cry just as much.
One of my fellow writers, whom I know online. She'll be famous one day.
Posted by Laura at 03:30 PM | Comments (0)
Exams are over. *Heaves huge
Exams are over. *Heaves huge sigh of relief*
Posted by Laura at 02:00 PM | Comments (0)
January 23, 2002
lol. And no, I don't
lol. And no, I don't think she was serious.
Posted by Laura at 11:15 PM | Comments (0)
"So when are you going
"So when are you going to come out of the closet?"
"Ummm. Mom?"
"When are you and Anna going to admit you're together."
"As in?"
"Don't play innocent. Lesbian."
"Right." goes quiet and watches mother in surprise
"Well. In all honesty I don't think your father will take it that well. He may be open but not to that kind of thing. How do you think your granpas would take it?"
"Ummm... Dunno. Grampa Jim would take it slightly better than Grampa George, but I don't think they'd really take it at all."
"True. I think they'd just..." pauses
"Pretend it never happened?"
"Yes."
"It hasn't. No worries."
"Pardon?"
"No worries."
"I thought you said no words."
"No words?" laughs at mother
"No words..." pause
"Can describe..."
"How you..."
"Feel about..."
"Women. "
"Mother!"
Sometimes I don't know where she gets it.
Posted by Laura at 09:28 PM | Comments (0)
E-mailed the support people at
E-mailed the support people at 0catch, and got a response really quickly which was one good thing today. Usually support services generally take ages to get back to me about anything. And now the FTP seems to be working, so I'm all back in one place!
Also, under about I put up pictures of all the old designs I have screen shots for.
Posted by Laura at 08:44 PM | Comments (0)
So if it's seemed a
So if it's seemed a bit quiet here, this is why. New look: February
Posted by Laura at 05:29 PM | Comments (0)
January 22, 2002
That nice little MacOS smiley
That nice little MacOS smiley is trying to convince me that everything is okay with my computer when I know perfectly well that it's not. Half of my applications have suddenly stopped working all together.
And I'm sure that smiley knows it.
Posted by Laura at 11:55 PM | Comments (0)
New photographs up.
New photographs up.
Posted by Laura at 07:42 PM | Comments (0)
I saw this on the
I saw this on the way home today. I thought variety was supposed to be the spice of life?
Yes, they are all in the same driveway.
Posted by Laura at 07:16 PM | Comments (0)
8.5 hours until the Chemistry
8.5 hours until the Chemistry exam. 2.25 hours later cramming for maths (I actually studied that today!) 3.25 hours later Maths exam. 1 hour later sleeping...
Posted by Laura at 12:04 AM | Comments (0)
January 21, 2002
When I used to live
When I used to live on Walford Road (Toronto), my mother and I used to go canvassing for an Arthritis foundation.
If you've ever seen the movie The Santa Clause, with Tim Allen (you know, the one where he becomes the new Santa and his kid wants to spend all his time with him?) there's a kid when they first get to the North Pole, who comes out and types a code into the 'north pole' so that they can enter.
We used to canvass at his house as we went around our block. He had a younger brother who was my age who didn't go to school with me but was on my figure skating session. They both looked like elves in real life, slightly pointy ears that kind of stuck out. I think his name was Geoffrey.
Not that I'm name dropping or anything.
Posted by Laura at 10:37 PM | Comments (0)
I know I can't spell.
I know I can't spell. I try to catch the mistakes. Just some slip through.
Posted by Laura at 07:58 PM | Comments (0)
First of all. It should
First of all. It should be a rule that scary teachers aren't allowed to freak you out when you're into your 3rd hour of writing exams. Not that I think she meant to be scary, but the drama teacher sits down right in front of me, and every time I look up she gives me a spooky kind of crooked smile.
Second of all. If you have exams, the teacher had better show up on time. Honestly an half an hour late is just cruel.
I saw something that was funny in a sweet sort of way. On my way down Holland Park Road I passed a garbage truck with three men having a coffee inside. Later they drove past me, stopped, and then one of them hopped out, threw the cups into the back of the truck and got back in and they drove off. Something just struck me about they sticking their trash in the back like that.
And then the poor police officer who responded to the alarm down the road. Obviously no one was home, and the alarm probably went off because all the windows on the 3rd floor were open. He was just standing there looking up at the window thinking what to do. Eventually he went out to his car that was parked on the side of the road, backed it into the drive and sat in his car looking at this window. What is he supposed to do?
And I saw a cloud on my way home that looked like an up-side down horseshoe. Isn't that bad luck or something?
Posted by Laura at 07:09 PM | Comments (0)
An I can be such
An I can be such an idiot sometimes. I have the plays in my bookcase. heh
Posted by Laura at 12:40 AM | Comments (0)
I know my books: An
I know my books: An Ideal Husband/Wilde, A Man for All Season/Bolt, Whose Afraid of Virgina Woolf?/Albee, and Antigone/Sophecles. Now I just need to remember the characters for A Man for all seasons.
Posted by Laura at 12:20 AM | Comments (0)
January 20, 2002
Okay well. I'm starting to
Okay well. I'm starting to feel the stress, but hey, I'll manage it. Starting 8a.m. tomorrow I have 6 hours of exams (or 3 papers, which ever better demonstrates my point). My hand will kill, my brain will fry, and I will be tired.
How did I get sucker-ed into doing the International Baccalaureate?
(Andrea once had a list of top ten ways to tell that the I.B. has gotten to you. Number one was "you can actually spell Baccalaureate correctly (right away)". It's gotten to me.)
Posted by Laura at 11:30 PM | Comments (0)
Ever had one of those
Ever had one of those moments when everything just feels okay?
I just did, and want to spread the happiness. (btw: the singing into a hair brush and all, was completely unrelated. Heh)
Posted by Laura at 09:34 PM | Comments (0)
While it is a bit
While it is a bit long,this is one of the funniest 404 messages I've ever seen. It kind of reminds me of Marvin from Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy.
Posted by Laura at 08:55 PM | Comments (0)
I've just realised how hard
I've just realised how hard it's going to be to write 6 hours of exams tomorrow with this huge bandage on my index finger. Damn. And speaking of which I will have to buy more before the exam tomorrow because this was my last fabric (non-plastic) bandage and they are the only decent ones for wearing on a finger, especially if you plan on writing. Thinking about it I don't know if Boots is open before 8am. Damn -2.
Posted by Laura at 08:46 PM | Comments (0)
And that especially goes for
And that especially goes for the The Guardian of Iris and The Iris Peddler. I'm dying to get these now.
While I'm still on the subject:
-Please?
Posted by Laura at 08:03 PM | Comments (0)
Too bad Amazon.com don't deliver
Too bad Amazon.com don't deliver to the U.K. because it's only $1.80 used.
Posted by Laura at 07:57 PM | Comments (0)
Ah-ha. There it is. I
Ah-ha. There it is. I couldn't find it beforeThe Keeper of the Isis Light. I might buy it, children's book and all, because I remember loving it so much. Granted I was 12 at the time, and my tastes have varied slightly.
Posted by Laura at 07:56 PM | Comments (0)
On second thought I will
On second thought I will wait untill after exams. I can't be bothered to code for another couple of days at least.
Posted by Laura at 07:51 PM | Comments (0)
Yes. I am putting myself
Yes. I am putting myself to good use and looking for a new background design. Well not so much looking for one as designing and then hunting down the code to make it work
Posted by Laura at 07:23 PM | Comments (0)
I haven't been studying for
I haven't been studying for mocks. A part of me knows the difficult exams won't happen until Tuesday, and that really, I can always study tomorrow.
Frankly I know that's bs.
There is no way I can revise for both math and chemistry tomorrow.
I know I should have been studying yesterday. I know I should be studying now.
I'm not. I don't want to. I'll put it off an hour or two saying it'll be okay. Hey it's only mocks right?
When I sit down to write the exam I'll panic. I'll feel pretty shitty, and know that will be reflected in whatever meagre grade I can dig up.
Wasn't doing poorly on my french oral supposed to be a wake-up call?
Posted by Laura at 02:37 PM | Comments (0)
My mom helped clean my
My mom helped clean my room this past week and as we were bringing up more storage boxes she kept saying how she couldn't get over how much of a pack-rat I was.
And it's true. I keep stuff far longer than I need to, because I have this auto-recovery when it comes to throwing stuff away.
"Can I throw this away?"
"Umm..."
"It's not like you're going to use it anytime soon."
"You never know."
"It's pink."
"I like pink okay?"
"It's separated."
"Not if you shake it."
"You haven't even used this nail polish in 4 years."
"So. Who says I won't use it. What if I need it for some stockings, or arts and crafts, or a costume or an outfit or..."
"You have 3 other pinkish nail polishes here. At least let me throw out one."
But finally this pack-rat behaviour has paid off. In the back of the office cupboard I found a folder with some of Andy's and mine old school posters and artwork.
A Wrinkle in Time
The Keeper of the Iris Light
The funniest though was a piece by Andy.
Elf
If you didn't see it. Drawn with an arrow to the shoe in the bottom right corner is this:
Brand
Posted by Laura at 01:46 PM | Comments (0)
I used to adore A
I used to adore A Wrinkle in Time. I must have read it tens of times when I was younger. I say 'used to adore' because I had forgotten all about it until I saw it in the lists at Spark Notes.
I did a dual book-report project on this book and one other in grade 8. Now I can't remember the other book. It's going to bother me now.
It was a book about this girl who lives with her 'guardian' on a foreign planet. She has green skin and lives at the top of the cliff, and when more settlers arrive on the planet she wears a suit so they can't tell that she's different. Once her settler boyfriend climbs up and sees her without her suit on and falls to the bottom and hurt himself. If you ever read it could you leave a comment with the title. I'm dying to know.
Posted by Laura at 12:33 PM | Comments (0)
"Andy that's the most stupid
"Andy that's the most stupid thing I've heard in ages."
*points at brain*"This lamp has a lampshade okay?"
Posted by Laura at 12:00 PM | Comments (0)
I'm going to show my
I'm going to show my ignorance and say which of the countries I didn't recognise from:Independent States of the World
Andorra
Azerbaijan
Benin
Bhutan
Burkina Faso
Djibouti
Eritrea
Kiribati
Kyrgyzstan
Micronesia
Nauro
Suriname
Tajikistan
Posted by Laura at 11:30 AM | Comments (0)
Sometimes I'm fascinated about how
Sometimes I'm fascinated about how people choose names for things. Fisher's Price for childrens toys, for example. Others just confuse me, like the cookbook my mother uses for sourdough buscuits.
'Food that really schmecks!'
Honestly, I don't know what to say.
Posted by Laura at 01:17 AM | Comments (0)
January 19, 2002
"Whenever I'm in or near
"Whenever I'm in or near a near-fatal car accident I want sex. This is why I'm banned from 8 minicab firms in south London"
Posted by Laura at 11:31 PM | Comments (0)
"All I thought was what
"All I thought was what if we stuff it? I was more afraid than excited."
"Why'd you change?"
"My wife said to me once, "There's nothing more frightening than regret."" ~The Dish
And that is really true. Only I don't think I ever spend much time thinking out the consequences of not doing something when I get scared. So really, I never realise there was regret involved unless I don't do whatever it is, and am regtretting it.
Posted by Laura at 11:13 PM | Comments (0)
Hm. Wonder what's on t.v.
Hm. Wonder what's on t.v. tonight.
Posted by Laura at 09:40 PM | Comments (0)
I'd say I have a
I'd say I have a real knack for wasting time.
Posted by Laura at 09:18 PM | Comments (0)
Quiz You will marry
Quiz
You will marry LEGOLAS from Lord of the Rings, live in an ancient elven palace in the middle of the forest, and spend your days walking on top of snow and rowing ivory boats and just being beautiful.
LMAO. Cool.
Posted by Laura at 09:00 PM | Comments (0)
The better I know it
The better I know it the more annoying and fickle coding can be
Posted by Laura at 08:22 PM | Comments (0)
New pictures now up.
New pictures now up.
Posted by Laura at 07:51 PM | Comments (0)
My cd is scratched. That's
My cd is scratched. That's two in one week that mysteriously stopped working properly. I haven't even take it out of the stereo for a couple of days. How come it is only the better cds that get messed up?
Posted by Laura at 07:19 PM | Comments (0)
Hmph. Putting the old index
Hmph. Putting the old index page stuff under 'history' is becoming a pain in the ass.
Posted by Laura at 06:43 PM | Comments (0)
In case you were wondering...
In case you were wondering... The date up there is in Finnish. (Anna's vote)
Posted by Laura at 06:24 PM | Comments (0)
Okay, so perhaps I should
Okay, so perhaps I should explain myself, and a little bit about why the page has been all over the place today? After much wresting against blogger (which I started using in November at my old blogspot adress, and then quit because I was having template issues) I managed to get it to work with a template (1. Am very proud of self generally), got it working in my template (2. Even better although caused much frustration and coding) and then managed to get it all shoved, archives and all into this account...
The disturbances were caused my my zillion coding mistakes and playing around with it. I will still need to buy my site to get the comments to work.
At least I can now be extremely lazy about updating because I don't need to log into 0catch, which should mean fewer days of silence.
As for everything that was here disappearing Blogger is a completely different system then I was using before. The two wouldn't mix at all, so the old comments are stored under History and all the new ones keep themselves tucked away by week under Archive (see that new link on the left hand side?).
As for me. I'm dead tired and I think a walk might be nice.
Also... The 'Now playing' has retired. Maybe I'll put some kind of playlist thing down at the bottom later.
Posted by Laura at 06:19 PM | Comments (0)
Opps. I keep fooling around
Opps. I keep fooling around and messing stuff up.
Posted by Laura at 04:37 PM | Comments (0)