1) So...I'm in England.

2) And I'm really jetlagged.

More on both of these topics later, such as when I can walk in a straight line and maybe even spell my own name.

- Exam return: Went surprisingly well - I am shocked that I didn't fail Latin. And actually did quite well in math (I cannot add, but I studied for about eighty thousand hours for this one). And I got 99% on my Art portfolio, which made me happy ( Read more... )

Oh, long weekend, how I miss you ( Read more... )

My mom is chairing a massive community event and my dad is helping her...so basically I am a Mayfair orphan, and if I wasn't a borderline-malnourished ragamuffin already I would DEFINITELY turn into one ^__ ( Read more... )

I have a spare but am not allowed to leave the school and I'm STARVING. But I just made a really pretty bracelet, so that's okay. Well, it's not all that pretty but I'm pretending ( Read more... )

Florida was an unusually relaxing holiday...but oh my god, some of the people there are REALLY SCARY. Especially the overtanned Leather Elephants of indeterminate race and sex, and the extremely thin, overtanned, overbleached 50-something women who have had major breast implantage and lip inflation. And everyone is in small bathing suits, so I know ( Read more... )

I'm going to Florida now, buh-bye! Everyone with March Break now have a lovely time, and everybody else have a lovely time too ^__^

I have been sick as a dog (which is to say, really fantastically unpleasantly ill) since Saturday morning: reasonably high fever+sore throat+cough+junk in my lungs+nausea=BLEH. The high point of the fever bit being a couple of days ago, when I apparently told my mum that the loaf of bread sitting on the counter looked like a cat ( Read more... )

go ahead, all the cool kids ARE doing it!

By the by, this is for everyone who doesn't understand why I like competitive cycling. Here's an excerpt from a bit in ProCycling magazine (my dad buys it, I swear) on a rider named Gerben Karstens:
"His record includes being the only man to have faked his death, or at ( Read more... )

1) I now have my G1 driver's license, FEAR. (For all you non-Canadaisies, that basically means that I can drive in the city if I have a fully licensed driver with me. There's an eye test &c., and then they put you at what they mysteriously call a 'computer' but which is clearly a mildly demented old-school video arcade game. It asks you stupid ( Read more... )