Second semester starts tomorrow.
It feels so unreal.
I'm so close to graduating, I can almost taste it. And now i'm panicking. There's so little time to do anything. I feel like I have to fulfill all of these dreams that I've had since grade nine in the span of four months (give or take). I need to make my mark. I need to start living.

My classes for ( Read more... )

I hate Winter exams. They always seem so surreal and unnatural. Because it's not even like you have anything to look forward to: "I'm going to sit in a room for an hour and a half and tomorrow I get to do the same thing - only in a different room with different classes!". It just seems to disjointed and odd, compared to summer exams.

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I haven't updated in a week, for a very good reason. Life has been tough lately - I've had to deal with a lot of shit lately, including a betrayal by someone I never thought possible to do such a thing. So, you know. It's been rough ( Read more... )

Being angry is sometimes just what you need ( Read more... )

Urgh. Had such a shitty past couple of days. The Politics summative is from Wednesday to Friday, the English presentation on Thursday and Macbeth on Wednesday night. And to make matters worse, I broke up with Michael on Tuesday.

So, basically, the English summative is the BANE OF MY EXISTENCE AND I HATE IT.

I went to the library with Eric and stayed ( Read more... )

It happened.

i did it.

I feel awful and it's shitty and I fucking hate myself.

but I did it.

We're over.

I suck.
I hate my life.

Ben Marsters died January 3rd, 2008. He was in grade 12 at Lisgar, and had been going since grade 9. We went to the same school for three and a half years, and I never said a word to him in all that time. Not because I disliked him, or he disliked me, but because our paths never crossed. And now he's dead. And I never said a word.

I found out on ( Read more... )

So, I really love the Westboro American Apparel.

Unlike the Rideau one, which is over-lit, tacky, neon and filled with metrosexual bitches who haven't eaten in sixteen weeks and look like they want to eat you, or do cocaine off your ass, depends on the gender, this one was actually relaxed. Still reminded me of a sterile hospital, but the people ( Read more... )

Christmas Break.  Two weeks of "rest" and "relaxation". Two weeks to re-group from the school year and figure things out. Spend time with your family. Get really drunk with your friends. To just chill and have fun.

Of course, what schools forget is that we need this time to HAVE A BREAK. Teachers also forget that students have more than one class, ( Read more... )