Thursday, June 16, 2011


Euphobia is the fear of good news.

Seriously? Fear of good news? Who could possibly be scared of good news?

I would totally understand fear of bad news. That makes sense to me. But good news? What has our society come to?!?!

I can't think of a single person that this would happen to.

Well, that's about all I have one that topic.


You know what I love???? Clocks that the second hand doesn't tick. It just continuously circles without stopping at every single friggen second. Do you know how cool that is? I'm looking at one right now. It is just gliding around in circles.... being all cool with its "just keep moving" catch phrase. Awesomeness. Right there. Don't you just love being awesome?

Now I shall introduce you to my friend Aaryn. Aaryn say hi!

Aaryn: Are you serious?
Me: Yeah...
Aaryn: You've got to be kidding me (rolls her eyes)
Me: *laughing*
Aaryn: Maybe I don't want to be a fran.... to the world of blogger
Me: How the hell do you spell fran-chi-se
Aaryn: F-R-A-N-C-H-I-S-E-D
Me: wow you're smart
Aaryn: (with heavy sarcasam) S-M-R-T

I shall now give up my faithful keyboard to my friend. Be nice to her! (the bold are my comments that I added later)

Hello? Is anybody out there? Of course there are. So, I'm Aaryn... as Jenny said. That's not my name!!! PS i get to call her Jenny 'cause i've known her since like grade 2, so i think i've earned that right. No! I don't let her! She does anyway! New topic... I ride horses... I'm in grade 9... I'm 15.... no you're not this summer! Well I guess you are right there. I might go to Quebec this summer.. *fingers crossed guys* I think that's all you need to know.. I want to learn French, German, and how to speak 'boy'. Ahaha. Haha. Haha. Now that's a bit of an overload.. but i feel it's worth pursuing, especially the 'boy' language.. .imagine how i'd fair in their, you becoming a boy?!?! then again, it's probably a life-time length course, so i don't think i'll end up taking it! :p ..... and might be taught by Campbell.... can you imagine? (blah... =S) that's about it... so i'll hand you back to Jenny, Jenny Jennifer and thanks?! For reading her rant about nothing.


A few more things: I want to travel ALL OVER THE WORLD!! Just so that i can actually get away with singing 'I've Been Everywhere' in my own personal version... including: all over Canada, all over Europe (especially France, Germany, Switzerland.... to be continued...)  I don't think anyone really cares....


Wednesday, June 15, 2011


Yes, I'm doing another blogging challenge. I shall succeed this time! I promise you! The person I'm doing it with (yes, I have mentioned her before!) is Stephanie over at What's So Random. The challenge is you have to blog out your name (starting today!) I'm doing Jennifer so... today is J!

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

This is the poem is by Lewis Carroll, even though Jabberwocky just actually means gibberish. Come to my arms, my beamish boy! Sound really creepy. So there is some literature for you. Just another hump day. Last Wednesday of the school year!

Monday, June 13, 2011

And then I met my husband

I just wanted to confuse you with the title. Actually, I'm kidding it does have something to do with what I'm going to talk about.

Yes. I'm in high school.

NO! I'm not married! You sick pervert!

Naw, you know, it was just an average Monday.


In English class, we were talking about Shakespeare. I know. I could barely breath I was so excited. And... oh wait I guess I have to give you an idea about my English teacher.

She's a newbie (well not that new... just rather young) and is one of those types of personalities that gets excited about English. I never would've guessed an English teacher would get excited. About something as boring as English. Coming from the me, who spends her Monday evenings blogging, I guess you can chose whether or not to actually listen to me rant about English.

Anyway going on. She's also blonde. Not that that should matter, but it does. Idk why. I don't care now, but at the beginning of the semester I was a little skeptic.

So, she was going on and on about "way back then" going to see a play was like now a days going to see a movie. Then she started to go on about how when she was young she would watch romantic movies all the time and her and her friends would day dream about true love and knights in shining armour. She concluded her rant by staying "And then I met my husband."

So I turn to my friend beside me and say....

wait for it

this is the punch line for the entire story

I'm pretty sure she's married to an accountant.

Ok, maybe you don't think that's funny. Maybe you had to be there. But I thought it was funny! Ahhh LA is so much better with my own commentary.

Friday, June 10, 2011

5 Question Friday! Woot Woot!

I found a new challenge to do!!! Mwahahaha! And it's even like my last one-ish. No no no not my last challenge but what I used to do... ya you get the point.

Before I start that though, I would like to welcome all my new followers! I was so happy, I went on my blog (not during LA class or anything.... pfft no!) AND I HAVE 30 FOLLOWERS!! I was soooooo happy! I was like squealing a jumping around and... and.... then everyone was looking at me so I stopped. Yeah....
Not like it's a big deal or anything.

Ok, its a big deal.

A really... really big deal.

SO anyways this thingy... I will answer 5 questions every Friday from this blog where she gives me questions (here!!!) I think it's a she.... all bloggers are shes to me. Unless they like specify.... so yeah....

1. How close to your childhood dreams is your life now?

Well, some people still consider me a "child" (as if!!! who would say something like that!) (I got called a little kid today =/ I mean she was in Grade 12 and she was like "sorry anyone younger than grade 11 is little to me..... oh she did because she swore and then... yeah) I love brackets... they follow my thought patterns. ANYWAY when I was little I really wanted to be a farmer. I know, right? It's insane. Me. A farmer. Wtf.

Yeah my thoughts exactly. And until I was like 10 too. Embarassing. Then a vet, which was much better. Than a doctor, which is like current. I'm too lazy to decide it more. Honestly, I will most likely change my mind between kinds while I go to EIGHT YEARS OF UNIVERSITY.

2. What is one must have item for the summer?

Hehehe well a bikini. I LOVE TANNING ahahaha yeah. I'm like brown already and its been above zero for a month. Short shorts. Stuff like that.

Ok that will give you the wrong impression of me. I'm not slutty like that ok? I'm a geek. Remember that!


3. Do you have your kids stay up on school stuff during summer vacation? (Or, if you don't have kiddos, did your parents make you keep up on school stuff during summer?)

I love to learn... hehe btw I'm still this kid. I learn whatever I want. Because I'm a nerd. And I love school. And science....

4. Do you can or freeze fresh produce?
Yeah, like everything. Peas, beans, peaches, applesauce, carrots, pickles, and like on and on and on
5. Do you get ready for the day first thing in the morning?
Yeah cause I have school. OH I LEARNED SOMETHING A WHILE AGO! So this one day me and my friends we talking to this friend of ours (I know, I go so in depth) and we were like "why would anyone even wear a g-string? Like uncomfortable much! And she was like "well when you wear sweatpants"..... apparently so you don't have panty lines. Really. I thought sweat pants were casual.
I learned that day that it is expected of you to where a g-string when you wear sweatpants. I see. Jeans for me!

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Houston, We Have a Problem...

Ok so I have a major dilemma! Maybe all my dedicated viewers can help me out...

So, for LA, we have to read this book. Ok well I have to read it. We had a choice of like six books, and I thought this one would be kind of interesting cause it's all about this guy that is like a juvenile delinquent. Now, I'm reading along and inside my head I was thinking "Wow, this book is so.... easy. They spell everything out for you" So I started making a commentary as I read this book. It will say something like "The water was cold. I had to keep swimming because or else I would freeze" The whole time I was thinking "Die you stupid boy that doesn't know how to live die! Because that makes sense, if you don't know how to live die! But no, a spirt bear has to come and attack you and kill you, but before your dead he will probably save you. But I'm just to tired of hearing about you die so 'hello spot under my bed'

I have no interest in reading this book. PLUS to make matters worse on the cover it says 'K&E English', which in our school is like the kids that struggle with regular school work. Great. And I was put in this group. Fantastic. fml

NOW my actually dilemma is I'm reading this book:
AND IT IS FANTASTIC! I CAN'T STOP READING IT! But I need to finish my novel study before June 17th.... BUT EVERYTIME I PICK UP A BOOK I HAVE TO READ THIS ONE! So I have no idea what to do. HELP?!?!?!

Monday, June 6, 2011

More Havoc.... AHHHHH Day 59

AHHH I'm almost up to two months!!! NO!!!!! oh well.... I suck at stuff like this...

Well I was going to post about how bored I have been in math class and I make drawings like this...

Yep... not that I can draw or anything...
Here I am displaying a stick man
jumping a Christmas tree, a stick
man waving through a door, the
view that I had (the red is my hair,
the green is my legs) and something

Ok I have to explain something first. My TA (teacher advisory) teacher is the cosmo teacher. So she's pretty cool. Now we have this thing called flex where you have half an hour in the middle of the day to do whatever you want. But you have to tell your TA where you're going. But my TA is so cool that instead of actually telling her I text her. So yes, she has my number and I have her's. It's not actually that creepy...

ANYWAY so I get this phone call from her and she's like "I need your help my sister's kids are here and they need a babysitter because we are going to grad." 

Now inside my head I was like "oh crap I've really never babysat anyone before but I don't really want to say no because you know it's like my teacher and obviously they're freakin cause it's last minute"

But I said: "Ok sure" what the hProxy-Connection: keep-alive
Cache-Control: max-age=0

l right? I'm smart enough, it's like problem solving. I'm good at that.

Yep, I will just keep telling myself I'm smart I will figure it out
^^^That isn't me being narcissistic, it's me trying to have

Anyway, I had 3 kids to take care of. A six year old, a three year old, and a 5 month old. Oh my freakin god. Now when my teacher was picking me up she was all like "when Anna said you were a good babysitter"

Anna's kid is 10. I'm fantastic with 10 year olds. I didn't tell here that was the only babysitting I had ever done.

Oh well. I'm smart, I will figure it out.

Did I mention that the kids grandma is also a teacher in the school? I really didn't want to screw up.

I get there and everyone was running around doing last minute preparations for grad and every time I touched the freakin baby he cried and I was embarrassed and they were probably thinkin "what the hell are we doing leaving the kids with this girl?" but luckily the grandpa was planning on staying home anyway so if the kids were screaming to much he would come down for backup.

Image from here
So as soon as everyone left he scooped the baby for like 30 min cause I was overwhelmed and then I just played with the kids. Then he came back down and I figured everything out. I was just so scared that the baby was gonna shit and then I would have to try and figure out how to change a diaper... Not really what I wanted to experiment with. Especially with other little kids running around.

So I was doing fine until it was time to get the kids out of the bath tub. The problem was every time I tried to put the baby down in his rocker seat thingy (what the hell do you call that?) he would cry. Now I know crying is suppose to mean something, but then when I picked him up and shoved a soother in his mouth he would shut up. So then I told the kids to get dressed and I couldn't really help them cause I was holding the baby. Whatever they were self-sufficient. ish.

Now it was getting late, so I was going to read the kids each a story and then they could go to sleep right? Well, it happened that at that same time the baby needed to be feed. This is where the havoc was, because the baby kept crying and bottle was leaking and that kids both wanted a story so I was trying to read "Morton the Magician" which has small print and lots a writing, so I was making it up because I didn't really have the patience to read the entire book. Oh and the girl had to hold it for me cause I don't have enough hands. Then I actually read the other book because it had like 6 sentences.

Image from here

Then I sent the six year old girl to the bedroom where she was going to sleep and the boy was suppose to sleep on the couch. But the girl was in tears because she couldn't sleep without her stuffy and the boy was crying because he missed his nana and the baby was crying because I was still trying to feed him. So my problem solving skills included sending the boy off to the bed room so they wouldn't be so lonely. Well, that wasn't really my idea, it was the little girls but I will take credit for it. After telling them to be quiet like 4 times they fell asleep. I carried the baby around for like 10 mins, then I finally clued in that if I put him in his bed then he would fall asleep. I know, I'm not too bright at these things.

So I felt bad about what a horrible job I did taking care of the kids so I started to clean up. Who doesn't like to come home to a clean house, right? When I would babysit Anna's kid I would always wash the dishes in the sink. After a while I began to think she would leave dishes in the sink just for me.... anyway all the toys were cleaned up and the water in the bathroom and all that stuff so I decided to dry off the Lego blocks they were playing with in the tub. So I'm doing that and then the person comes home and she's like "don't worry about washing blocks"

Cause that's what it looks like I'm doing. Washing the freakin toys.

So I tried to explain to her that they were using them in the tub and I was just trying them, not washing them.

Oh well, it's a little more cash in my pocket and I didn't embarrass myself too much.

I don't think so anyway.

Thursday, June 2, 2011


Ok. No more A-Z blogging challenge. I apologize =(

Anyway on a happier note I wrote a poem for English and.....

GOT A FRICKEN HUNDRED PERCENT!!! and some pretty damn nice comments to go with it! Let me know what you think!

(the poem with no title and screwed up font)

I’m supposed to let you drive

let you have control
of my life.
I’m not supposed to hurt.

If you take my hand

I could live like
you want me to.
I’m not supposed to
have scars.
You could open my eyes
to everything
around me.

what if I let go?
and lose control

what if you’re not there
to catch me?
Will I fall…

I’m not supposed to have scars.


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