Prom, noun, meaning a gathering of senior students at the close of their final year at their school, typically this is considered a large party and involves formal dress and after-parties. For more information see High School Life - The Great Encyclopedia ( Read more... )

I've been told, reluctantly that I have an unusual taste in music. I think this should be revised into the more generic statement of I have no taste in music. How one tastes music would be an interesting prospect, I bet it involves an eye-dropper and an environment similar to an opium den. But I digress ( Read more... )

The answer is yes. Many of us are dangerously close to the breaking point. It's Grade 12, stuff is getting stupid, and all of us are under a lot of pressure. The current environment of the school, or more accurately my classes reminds me of a mental hospital ( Read more... )

I disagree with the idea of a Black History Month, or any month that singles out the history of one race for national recognition. I'm sure that there's those that think I'm a racist. I don't believe I am, I willing to admit bias, but I don't openly discriminate based on race ( Read more... )

Well I've been quite for a while, so I'll add something. I got excellent news a few days ago. I got accepted to Brock University ( Read more... )

Ok, ok, I'm pretty damn wrong so far. The election completely changed in the new year, how the hell could I have figured it. No one saw it coming. I even low-balled NDP numbers. Election turn-out went up, not down, and the Conservatives beat the Liberals. I'm the wrongest person alive right now. My mistake, so shut up ( Read more... )

I've a New Democrat. If you don't know what that means, it's the furthest left of the Canadian political parties. It's essentially a social democratic party, deal with it ( Read more... )

A couple of months ago I read something I wrote in December 2003, about my impressions of what the coming year, and following that would bring. I re-read it and found myself startlingly accurate. Very exciting. So, here we are. I didn't do one for 2005. I usually write this late into the last day of the year, but it's almost New Year's somewhere. ( Read more... )

Eric Blair was an English author and is better known as George Orwell. Orwell is of course a genius, no denying. I've read Nineteen Eighty-Four. Almost everyone who tells me about their own experience with the novel goes on about how terrifying they found it. I wasn't really bothered by it. I found it interesting, and good, but it didn't destroy me ( Read more... )

We all know what Cheetos are, they're those puffy little orange... things. I believe they're largely composed of corn starch and compressed toxic waste. Evidence of the toxic waste can be seen by what can only be described as an orange discharge on your hands. If you're eating cheetos, or cheesy poofs, or some form of unnatural cheese snack you, ( Read more... )