January Update
Welllll... yes, it's been a while! I'll make this as quick as possible. (Sort of.) ALSO, if you want a gmail.com address, ask me. I have a lot to give away. :x
College... I've applied to six colleges. Two English schools, University of Connecticut, University of Bridgeport, McGill University, and University of Massachusetts Lowell. I've already been accepted to Richmond, UCam, UConn, and UB... but yeah. My first choice is McGill. If I don't get accepted into it, I'll just go to UConn. I don't remember why I applied to so many schools (aside from the fact that I wanted security... I get too scared too often). Ahhh!! I don't know why I applied to McGill just before the deadline. I should've applied to it first so I wouldn't have had to waste my money with the other application fees. Anywho, yeah. McGill. TT___TT If I don't get accepted, I'll... I don't know really. I decided that I'd apply to McGill (or Concordia or Bishop's) because I couldn't go to the Université de Montréal. Grrr!! I wish I could speak / write French better. I wish I'd started sooner, too. (Doubt that could've ever happened though. Pep didn't come to Connecticut 'til late freshman year.) Well, yes. That's it about college really.
School. Yuck. Mid-terms / Finals are on Thursday to Tuesday. A is Seney, C is O, D is LaFrance, E is Dûps, F is McDermott, and G is Willskies. The only one I'm really worried about are math and history. Seney is such a horrible teacher that I just wing whatever I do (so long as I have my trusty calculator) and I just get it. Le friggin' roar. LaFrance, on the other hand, scares the hell out of me. We covered so much (on our own and in class) that it's insane. Yush, school's school.
Mon anniversaire! is on the fifteenth of the next month! Yay! My uncle got tickets to see the Canadians at the Fleet (YEAH? So what if it's Banknorth again?) on the second! YAY!! It'll be my second game and it's for my birthday! Woot! My grandfather got me tickets to see the Red Sox and the Yankees in... April? (I don't remember.) Speaking of April, my dad got me tickets to see the Canadiens at the Fleet on the thirteenth (?) of April. *____* So excited. My Aunt Sophy and most of my cousins and some of my uncles most of my relatives got me Bruins (second favorite team) and Canadiens (favorite team) apparel. I'm getting Red Sox jerseys, caps, and stuff, too! Woot! Well, yeah, I'm getting money, too. That's from all the old people. For a trip, my dad wants me to visit him in Ohio. So I'll be going there for Winter Break. (I told my parents I wanted to go to Montréal so they're letting me out the week ahead (the week of my actual birthday) of February 12 - 17. I'll be in and out of Terrebonne and Montréal and I'm gonna lay in Montréal under my Pep's name. I don't know who I'll invite to go with me. Going by myself (again) would suck. (YES! I'll go to McGill by myself! >___<)
... Prom. I won't be going. I know I already told people! I'm sorry! I'm not going unless I go with the person I want to go with. >>' No, it's not Chris. I told him I didn't want to go with him anymore. I refuse. Absolutely. If my date isn't who I want him to be, I won't go. So what if I'll miss my last major event with my class (including my graduation (I won't be walking with my class) since my plane (for my Senior Gift Trip) is on the 9th-- just a week after my prom)? So what if I've been planning this event since I was little? And more so since sophomore year since I've been on the committee since I joined the Student Government? What if I already planned out my outfit (500$+++)? Well, there's more but I don't feel that I have to prove anything. I'm sorry! TT___TT I really want him to go! He'll most probably say no even though I tried so hard. (I definitely spent two days crying after the first "no" and then two days writing the stupid e-mail in English and then in French.) And thennn... yeah. Emma said I should keep trying. How the hell am I supposed to do that? STALK him while I'm in Montréal (NO, he's not the reason why I go! I like Montréal myself even without him there. Sherbrooke and Montréal are P/J's towns!) and Terrebonne? I should sick Jason on him since he's staying in Terrebonne! Yeah! ... or not. Ahhh!! I get so angry. This prom is my most important prom. Yus, so I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do to "keep on trying". I can't just keep e-mailing... He hasn't even replied back yet! (... He must be really, really, really angry...) Yeah. Emma and I are gonna kick back at my house and eat ice cream, cookies, fudge, and more junk food, as we drink pepsi (and diet... friggin' Emma) and chocolate milk, as we watch sappy movies and cry. Yeah. That sounds more fun than dancing and having fun at the dance I co-planned. Oh yah. [Editted @ 21:20] You guys suck! I can't believe I have to explain this. Look at the latest entry. Log in to see it. It's Friends Only.
A Freaking Flat? YEAH! I got a friggin' flat on the way to Worcester with Amélie and Armandando! Apparently twelve-ish other cars had flats, too. Mr. Tow-Guy was nice and Jay was, too! Jay was the other Mr. Tow-Guy but he had my name! Yay! Wellllll... we saw Tristan and Isolde. Wow. Great movie.
Yus, that's it. Oh and because I'm definitely getting re-rejected, I've been shopping. I've bought three DVD box sets, three BSN / MTL jerseys, soccer warm ups and backpack, and clothes I wish I could've worn to an outting with him.
Ehh... I'm pathetic. Excuse me as I use the rest of my night to sulk. Music helps.