If you are walking down the street,

And a fat guy grabs you,

And stuffs you into a bag,

 

Don't worry.

 

 

I told Santa I wanted you for Christmas.

 

 

 

 

Except for the fact that there are days off school, no one likes snow.

Except my sister.

Except she doesn't count.
Except for when she buys me stuff.

She doesn't count, because she even thinks that it's important to be nice to people.

And we all know how dumb that is.

 

Who likes snow?
It's like asking, who likes hurricanes?

 

Oh please, if we're going to get something useless and annoying, it may as well hail.
Its more interesting that way.

 

 

Yeah its like, pretty and what not, but the shoveling is so gay and do we really want disgusting brown slush everywhere for the next few weeks?

Then there is the ice issue, like seriously.

It also makes driving dangerous and there are those assholes who think they are immortal and no one really cares if their car slides and they die, but they usually crash into those who people DO care about and cause agony for others.

 

Snow is pretty useless except for the first nice five seconds you look at it.

 

 

Stranger Than Fiction was a pretty decent movie...
Not too bad.
Some things didn't add up if you really thought about it, but overall it was good.
Kinda like The Lake House.

Not the plot.
I mean, the way its good even though things didn't completely come together.

 

Eragon is coming out December 15th...

21 more days!
I still can't believe they let the main girl character be a blonde.
Especially how the book ONLY mentioned the fact that she has black hair like 23847356832475324 times.
Good job, movie producers.

On the other hand, maybe that girl was really the best choice.

Maybe all the other girls who showed up...
Um...
Spoke only French?

 

Le Francais is very bon too, non?

Probably because le poor garcons et le belle from Eragon's life would non have le money to go learn Francais.

 

 

 

A friend is going back to Taiwan today.
For about a year. She's not really sure when she is coming back.

It saddens me that she called me and told me this now, four hours before her flight, and the call lasted only four minutes.

I felt like crying at the end, not because her leaving made me sad, although it did.
More like, because I feel all these bonds in my life snapping and breaking away, from old times, and it's so hard to understand that it has to happen.

 

Lots of things change.

I ran into a friend, from the Richmond High days. She was one of my best friends in grade 9.

She also goes to Kwantlen. Last semester, I saw her once a week.

We just nodded and waved. Every time.

I realize the older I get, the more I say "So I'll see you around".
But what does it mean anyway?
What if this is the last time we bump into each other?

What if this was our last chance to say "thanks for the good times"?
What if this was a sign, that we have the yuan2 fen4 (bond) to be friends?

And it just passed us by.

 

A while back I looked up this thing, it tells you who deleted you from their MSN...
I had like, three people...

One of them I couldn't remember who it was, the other I didn't care, but the last one, I was like... "..........oh."

But I still smiled and said hi when I saw him a week later.

 

There's this book, in it was a story, from a nun.
She taught at a school, and there was a boy who was smart, and had a great sense of humor, but he talked so much in class and so often, and wouldn't stop.

She always had to tell him to be quiet.

One day, she got so frustrated she said "If you keep talking, I will have to tape your mouth shut."

And a minute later, the boy was whispering to his friend again.
The entire class was chanting "he talked again!"
And feeling obligated to keep her word, the nun walked over and put a piece of tape over the boy's mouth.

Before she reached the front of the room, she felt so bad she turned back and took the tape off his mouth.

This boy's name was Mike.

A week later, there were several arguments going on in the class, between lots of the children.
This lasted for quite a few days.

The nun told the kids to go home and list their classmate's names, and beside each name, write one good thing about that classmate.

That night, she herself took out a stack of paper. On the top of each piece of paper, she wrote down a student's name in bold red, underlined it, and under every single name, she listed the strengths and good things about that student.

The next day, she rotated the students' lists and everyone were amazed at what other people found good about them.
Then she handed out her own lists to each and every child.

 

Time went on and the nun started teaching at a different school, in a different city.
One day, she recieved a letter, asking her to go to a funeral.
It was Mike's funeral.
His parents told her that Mike had enlisted in the army, and died.

The nun went back to the old city she had once lived in, and attended the funeral.
At the funeral, Mike's parents thanked her for coming, and handed her a carefully wrapped folder.
"This was Mike's, but we thought you should have it."
The nun unwrapped it, and from the folder she took out a crumpled sheet of paper.

It was falling apart at the worn, folded lines, and was neatly taped back together several times.
The nun looked at at the parents, speechless, and they said, "Mike was always reading this, over and over, it used to always be stuffed in his back pocket, and he would pull it out all the time and remind himself what he was capable of, and do the best that he could."

And at the very top of the piece of paper, in bold red, underlined, it said "Mike".

 

 

Everytime I think about this, I can convince myself that it isn't really how long you get to be with someone that counts, but instead what you manage to influence.

And it makes me feel a little less sad about growing up.
But I still hate it.

 

*an hour later*

.....Heh, I just found out, right now, my best friend from grade 11, moved to Victoria three months ago.

 

 

Went to IHOP with Nina today, looked for Erica but she wasnt working.

After yummy food, we went to Winners, and shopped for a bit.
Got a skirt, pair of shorts, tanktops and panties.

I hate how all the good shopping places are crowded with people now.
Argh.

 

I realize the brand that gives me almost as many dings (the feeling I get when I see something that calls my name and yells "buy me!") as Victoria's Secret, is DKNY. Unfortunately I dont make a billion dollars a minute, so goodbye, DKNY. For now.

Anyhow, good day, in general.

 

 

 

I am not really THAT high maintenance.

I don't spend a lot of money shopping or anything.

I don't mind walking or busing.
I can play the same thing (Guild Wars) for months and not need new entertainment.
I like watching the same cartoons/movies over and over again.

I don't need presents to stay on my good side... LOL, but its true.
I don't have to always have things my way.
I don't run with scissors... wait, that's not... nvm.

And I don't even... hang on, that's not one either...

I don't think I demand too much attention or anything.

 

Hmm...
Well I suppose I do LIKE to go shopping and spend money. But who doesn't? Besides, I'm a girl... Surprise, eh? Especially when I find these fab little things that are like, sooo cute, and it's like, okay I'll adopt you, poor thing sitting in a store unloved.

 

I don't like walking in the rain. Or when it is wet outside. Puddles. Earthworms. Busing is annoying too, but I guess, you know, if I have to, and whining can't make anyone drive me, and I really HAVE to get somewhere, then, fine.

 

Guild Wars is fun, but then once in a while it gets boring playing by yourself, or with noobs- I mean, strangers, who have COMPLETELY NO idea what they are doing, and Warriors who spam Heal Party and Infuse Health and don't understand that TANKS are supposed to freakin TANK instead of hiding behind elementalists desperating trying to cast while being bombarded because the tanks aren't tanking, and bring the entire mission down to a complete failure because they SUCK, AND don't even have a Ressurect Signet in their absolutlely useless skill bar.

 

Lilo and Stitch is awesome. And loads of the Gong Qi Jun cartoons. It's just awesome. But sometimes you have to wait, in between watching it again... and it's like, nice, to kind of have other things to watch too... right?

 

It's true, it's true! Some people I still like even though they don't give me pressents.

 

Yeah like this morning I was like "I have to go pee." And my mom was like, "Can you fasten my necklace for me first?" So I did. And THEN I went to go pee. See? I am not really all that stubborn. I am quite flexible.

 

And the truth is, when I am with someone, I can do my own thing, too. I mean, you do your thing, I do my thing, it is all good. I don't demand that much attention.

But like... sometimes I don't HAVE anything to do and everyone is like, all homeworkish and studyingish and like, I'm all bored and alone. And I am like, "watchoo doin?" and then if they still don't stop ignoring me then I take the nearest textbook and smash- wait... hmm...

But I don't do it OFTEN or anything.

And besides, I mean, entertaining me is really an honor, right?

Who needs to study anyway?
If we all died tomorrow they can be like "well at least I spent some time paying attention to Annie instead of memorizing some stupid linear equation formulas that I probably wouldn't have understood by now anyways."

 

 

Went to this huge outlet thing near Seattle called Maryland or something..
And there were a bajillion outlets there...
Tommy H, Coach, The Gap, Banana Republic, Nike, Adidas, Guess, everything and everything...

Bought three shirts at Guess, pink shoelaces from Nike, a jacket at a store that I can't remember the name of...
Then we went to Seattle Centre, aka Victorias Secret.

 

It was fun, all and all, I think...
I saw Mrs. Liu, the Mandarin teacher from McNair, at the outlet place..
And I saw her at Lansdowne, too.

And The Keg.

And my co worker was friends with her.

 

 

The aquarium people don't do things where you can hug their dolphins.
They suck.
I hope they trip and a kid runs by and laughs and says "hahahah you're so dumb, and you dont even do dolphin things."
And then they would feel very bad.

 

 

 

Still no word from the dolphin people.
Why won't they email me back, damn it?

Maybe it is because the email recieving person only understands French or something.

Hmm...
My le Francias is tres bien.
NOT.

More like, le opposite.
If they still have non emailed moi by le time I get back from Seattle (Sunday), moi may have to use le telephone.

Vair uncool.

Je suis excited about the shopping spree.
Mua ha ha.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So thus, that was the end of the retainer attempts.