Merry Christmas!

(Not my cat)

Yes I did notice this is late, but things have been hectic. (is that even spelt right? oh well, too lazy to check).

Merry Late Christmas everyone! Hope you had a productive boxing day shopping. Yum :)
This means that there will be a layout update soon. "Yaya"

Btw. This pretty picture was taken by me. With my brand new camera. Sexxxxyyyy. Yup!

Scariest thing ever.

Ok this isn't necessarily scary but... it's sure to creep a couple of kids out. Namely me. It's really well animated and thats why it caught my eye. Careful, this is not for the faint hearted. Okay it's not that bad but its pretty creepy.

Coco Cutie's Boyfriend

Yesterday, Coco Cutie and myself went shopping at the Eatons Centre. That right, 3 days before Christmas and she needed to purchase a present for her boyfriend*. And not just any present, but a brand-name present. Needless to say, they were crowds and crowds of people. She bought him these.... wow, almost forgot that he reads this. Coco Cutie would have killed me if he knew. Wooowwww.

Well, ya it was crowded. On the upside, I bought a memory card for the camera my mother got me for Christmas. "Yaya". I bought an eight gig memory card. For the grand price of...

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20 dollars! That's right, $20 dollars for my memory card. Yayyyy :) Good deal? I think so. Thank you The Source!! Thank you

*J.C., also reffered to as my number one reader

Michaels Casa

We are off to see the Michael! The wonderful Michael of Gutemalaland. :)
So today I'm going to go to Michael's. See whats going on over there. (and maybe get a sneak peak at my presents? or a couple of hints? pleeeeeeeeeeeeassssssssssseee?).
Ya. I probably wouldn't be going if it wasn't for Vera. YUP. She's a very nice young girl at my school. Always there for me, trustworthy, pretty cool. You know, the usual nice girl stuff. Anyways, Perv and Coco Cutie couldn't go with the the first time I was supposed to go to his house. I was not going to go alone, just to uphold the stereotype that girls travel in packs, haha. Well anyways, me and Vera have been close for, like, ever. So I asked her to go with me. And she did.

Thank God because I was so freaked out at Michael house.

Haha. Well for one, it was really dark compared to the outside. I should have expected that considering it was practically summer. Also, the steps to get to his apartment are super steep. I hate steep. It's so dangerous. Then we went inside and I was too shy to sit.

Too shy to sit.

whothefuckistooshytosit. whatthehelliswrongwithme, imsoweird.

Well, whatever. I like it a lot now, and I can act normal. haha. Almost.

Idk Kind of Days

This was an okay day, in comparison to the last couple. Did some english work, saw Michael. It was fun.

Left Behind

LMFAO. Okay. I know it's not good for me to put a funny thing after a post with a funeral but, I found this hilarious.

Since a couple of girls, like 15, went to the funeral with the school, we had to wait outside the school chapel. I kept asking where half my friends where, since they said they would attend the funeral. People kept replying that they were staying behind because of the weather.

Today I go on facebook, and my friend, lets call her Rex, wrote on my wall. Her message was something along the lines of "thanks for the present (one I gave her yesterday)...How could you leave without me to the funeral?" haha. Wow. Okay, we kind of left her behind? Ooops.

The Funeral

Okay, why the hell is the word fun in funeral?

Anyways, this morning, our group of friends exchanged gifts and discussed the funeral and what was going to happen. There ss a huge blizzard outside so some of us weren't allowed to go. I was, thank God. At ten am, we assembled in front of the school chapel and got ready for the journey to the St. Anthony's Church.

When we got there, it was practically empty, but as the time for the funeral grew nearer, more and more people came. It was my first funeral so I didn't know what to expect. It was sad, and kind of comforting. There were times were I wanted to cry (I tried not to, incase my friend saw me and felt worse), and times were I wanted to throw up.

I hate funerals.

Well after the funeral, all the tearful girls from our school went outside and either went home or back to school. I went home while Coco Cutie and Perv went to the mall. We are all devastated.

Our friend, whos' mother died, is so unbelivable strong. She is doing something I know no one else in our group could handle. She's a fricken hero. I love you L.

R.I.P

My friends mother passed away yesterday night. She came to school to pick up her stuff and left with her sister. The funeral is Friday...
She had been sick for a while and passed away at the hospital. She left behing two young daughters, gr.11 and gr.8, and a loving husband. She was only 39.

My friend is one of the sweetest girls that one can possible meet. Ever. She laughs a lot, cares, and is just amazing. How can something so horrible happen to the nicest of people?

On a different note, my mother is getting surgery in Febraru 24. Needs to remove some tumors.

Wow. Speechless.

"Death is a creature with no arms, legs or body, it is only eyes. If you see a creature with only eyes be sure it is death"
~Elie Wiesel (Dawn)

Coin Operated Boy.

Coco Cutie showed me a song. I like it :)



Yeah. Okay. Whatever, I'm just a BIT weird. :)

UPDATE: I can't believe I found this so importand on the day one of my close friends was losing her mother. Wow...

Roaming the Internet.

I shave my legs, I sit down to pee,
I can justify any shopping spree.

Don't go to a barber, but a beauty salon,
Can get a massage, without a hard-on.

Can balance the checkbook, can pump my own gas,
Can talk to my friends about the size of my ***.

My beauty's a masterpiece,­ and yes, it takes long,
At least I can admit to others when I'm wrong.

I don't drive in circles at any cost,
And I don't have a problem admitting I'm lost.

Don't act like I'm in a timed marathon,
Every time I have to go to the john.

I don't brag about the size of my "cup"­,
Hey, put the seat down, 'cause I won't leave it up!

I never forget an important date,
You just gotta deal, I'm usually late.

I don't watch movies with lots of gore,
Don't need instant replay to remember the score.

I won't lose my hair, I don't get jock itch.

And just cause I'm assertive,
Don't call me a bitch.

I don't wear the same underwear everyday,
The food in my fridge has no sign of decay.

Don't burp, don't belch and I certainly don't fart,
Ballet, not football, is what I consider an art.

Don't say to your friends, "Oh yeah, I can get her",
In your dreams, my dear, I can do better!

Flowers are okay, but jewelry's best,
Would you look at my face, not at my chest!

I don't have a problem expressing my feelings,
I know when you're lying, you look at the ceiling.

Don't call me a girl, a babe or a chick,
I am a WOMAN, get it, you prick?

Let me tell all you men, Listen to me boys,
Those things in your pants, That you treat as toys,

You love them more then we ever will,
We would rather suck on a cold pickled dill.

I know all you men Think that you're "IT"­,
But compared to a woman, You just ain't ****!

**I don't necessarily agree with all of the things said here but find them to be quite amusing and stereotypical. I know, as a young girl, that I've heard all the women stereotypes and they are not flattering. So whoever wrote this, seriously don't encourage this kind of behaviour because you never know which one of your fellow women will get stereotyped.

Comics

The Beatles want to hold your hand

Ok. I read about this song in a book. The book stated that this was the greatest love song ever, and it was one of the Beatles' main hits. That it was so because thats what everone wants. Not everone wants to get married, or have kids, or be single forever, or be "tied" down with love. But EVERYONE wants someone to hold their hand. To show them affection.

Writing this made me think about yesterday. My now healthy boyfriend and I spend our year and a half together in his house. Alone...(kidding haha). Uhm, well not much I could write. We watched 21 (that gambling-to-get-more-money-for-education movie). Well like a quarter of it, then I realized the movie was kind of boring. Well not boring but, I rather not watch it and just talk to Michael. Yeah, we're tight. I love him, so he's lucky. Haha.

UPDATE: Perv, your invited to come with me whenever you feel bored. And by Perv I mean a specific individual who is nicknamed Perv. Not you random creeper. You are not allowed to come with us (haha).

Nick & Norah's infinite playlist

is the best book ever. It is so sweet and so true and so real and so alive.
Unlike the fetal pig we had to disect in biology class today. Not alive, but quite real.

But it's okay. Becasue it was dead. Ripped untimely from his slaughtered mother's womb. Sold into a science lab so they could dip the pig in perservatives. Then sold again to our school so we can tear it apart and analyze its very core. How disturbing... we named our pig Babe (that is a sweet-ass movie by the way).

UPDATE: On December 12 (year and a half with Michael), we had to finish disecting the pig. We took out his stomach and cut it up. His kidneys and small intestine were taken out too. Did I mention that we had to do this without gloves? Yes, the teacher told us a little too late that we should have kept yesterdays gloves. Needless to say, I let my lab partners take over. Well anyways, it took about 15 minutes to uncoil the small intestine so during class, my lab group didn't finish our disection. We also has confession to attend so that limited our time. We decided to meet after school to take out the heart and the brain. When the last bell rang, we all practically ran to the biology room to find that our pig, our beloved Babe, was gone. BABE WAS THROWN IN THE GARBAGE. If only we had not gone to confession, Babe would be safe. But it's all good. I'm practically free of sin. Right?

Wrong.

Abduction

A girl in my school went missing this morning. A little grade nine girl. Her cousin was handing out MISSING posters with her face plastered all over it.

The news were around the school in about 5 minutes. "Gossip Gossip, I heard she ran away, maybe she got kidnapped, her poor family, gossip gossip, oh my God, I can't believe this happened to a girl in our school, well we all know she's a trouble maker, gossip".

The girls reputation was torn down in about...oh.. the same amount it took for the news to spread.

We were all stunned and worried for her. Even afraid. Her close friends were crying in class and councelling was offered. Her boyfriends and bestfriends house were searched. No one knew were she was.

When, what do you know, the missing child walks into school! A miracle, people said...until we learned the reason she has dissapeared the day before. She had spent the night at her boyfriends house doing God knows what and fell asleep. The next morning she saw her picture on the news and decided to go to school to see what was happening. The first thing she said when she walked in and saw her face on the posters all over the school was "oh, ew, this is the picture you guys chose?"

Shameless. That poor mother.

She had been with her boyfriend, wow. If I pulled something like that, I wouldn't live to tell the tale or if I did, I would have a mysterious new limp.

Creative Writing

For one of the clubs in my school which I am part of, we had to do a rant. I hate rants. They created punctuation for a REASON! Use it! It's lovely and it helps get your point across clearly. If yU t@\k \!k3 t4!s (you talk like this), I will delete you off my msn. Period.

Anyways so heres my rant:

Gossip why do people gossip why don't they just mind their own business everyone has problems everyone needs help no one needs to be kicked when they are down why can't people just shut up and stop telling me how to live my life everyone is different and they can't stop me aren't we all supposed to be different anyways everyone is different so you are they to spread rumors about others who don't need their lies gossip hurts everyone including the person who starts it everone suffers unbearable pain in the end because gossip stabs everone family friends spouces everyone why doesn't it all just end

Harry Potter and The half-blood prince

How exciting!!!

Scary Mary!

Yes, I am guilty of loving this video.

My Beloved Michael is sick!

Oh My God.

My poor sweet adorable boyfriend of mine is sick.
And not in the slang term.

He's cough-so-hard-your-throat-hurts-sick. Or take-5-tylenols-in-an-hour-sick.
Uh-oh.
Since he was supposed to come to my house tomorrow, and is unable to, I shall go there and see him. The poor guy is so sick he probably won't even recognize me!

Okay, that's an exaggeration but still. I really do hope he gets better. He's so important to me.

At Coco Cuties House

Haha.. Coco Cutie!

Anyways, Coco Cutie is one of my friends. She's the one dating my neighbour. Me and her are pretty tight.

So we were there with Perv and another friend (nicknameless) while we started talking about CHRISTMAS SHOPPING.

Coco Cutie's mom was talking about how she always asked for a day in a spa.

In response, her daughter said that she had never asked for that.

C.C. mom: Yes, I told daddy.

Me: What did he get you instead?

C.C. mom: Pajamas and perfume, what is he trying to do, hint at something?

At this point we all stayed quiet and then laughed over the akwardness of it all.
C.C's mom is really adorable and that was kinda hilarious.

Too bad Coco Cutie didn't think so!

The Malaki Slope

As you may have noticed, I decided to change the blog's title from "A Slippery Slope" to "The Malaki Slope". I've also changed the picture to portray my enthusiasm for the Christmas holidays.

I have A LOT of shopping to do.

-Michael
-Kris Kringle
-Family
-Friends

Ughhh. I also have to do 3 ISU's.

Anyone know anything about kidney/gall bladder stones?

Author Unknown

When tomorrow starts without me
And Im not there to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears
I wish so much you wouldnt cry
The way you did today
While thinking of the many things
We didnt get to say
I know how much you love me
As much as I love you
And each time you think of me
I know you'll miss me too
But when tomorrow starts without me
Please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name
And took me by the hand
And said my place was ready
In heaven far above
And that I would have to leave behind
All those I dearly love
But when i walked through heavens gates
I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me
From the golden throne
He said "this is eternity
And all that I have promised you"
For today life on earth is past
But here it starts new
I promise no tomorrow
For today will always last
And since each day is the same way
There is no longing for the past
So when tomorrow starts without me
Dont think we're far apart
For every time you think of me
I'm right here in your heart

99 Balloons

Happy Birthday Fernando!

A very happy fourteen birthday goes out to my pain-in-the-ass younger brother!

Hopefully you have many more to come and can see that one must mature with each passing year.

Painting your toe nails bright red and blaiming it on the cat will no be seen as funny. It shall be seen as childish and foolish. May this last year have brought you wisdom and enthusiasm in learning.

By the way, a lot of my friends and my school librarian wish you a very happy bithday!

"Fernanddoooooooo"

Hopefully you will reflect on the past year and not regret much. May God bless you and your years as a young adult!

Black Humor

Yes. I do realize that is black humor. I do tend to laugh at cruel or sacrastic jokes. Sorry, but it's true.

We CAN do it!

My school is holding its annual food drive. This year, the Chaplaincy Team (one of my groups), has decided to call the food-drive "Reach for the top: We CAN do it" (pun intended). Last year we called it "The Amazing Rice". I think it had a better title last year. xD

ANYWAYS so yeah. Malaki had to stay there till 5pm. (Obviously Malaki isn't my name, and considering I have pictures of myself a pseudoname is pretty pointless...haha shh). Setting up for tomorrow's kick-off assembly.

Joyful.

We can do it!

UPDATE: The food drive finished Wed 16. Yup. We raised a lot of cans but not as much as last year. Last year, we raised almost around 2 thosand cans more than this year. Oh well, we still did something!

Bored

1. Sleepy :: Tired
2. Thanksgiving :: Turkey
3. Fifteen :: Birthday
4. Authority :: Police
5. Bangs :: Ew.
6. Curled :: Straight!!!
7. Young man :: Old Man
8. Surprised :: Shocked
9. Mistake :: Man. (haha only kidding... uhmm...error)
10. Handle it :: Suffocate.

Procastinating.

1. Go to http://www.photobucket.com/

2. Type in your answer to the question in the “search” box.

3. Use only the first page.

4. Insert the picture into your Blog.

1. What is your relationship status?2. What is your current mood?

3. Who is your favourite band / artist?

(Insert picture of Michael singing to me here.)

4. What is your favourite movie?

5. What kind of pet do you have?

6. Where do you live?

7. Where do you work?

8. What do you drive?

9. What did you do last night?

Hello There!

I haven't posted for a while considering I've had nothing to post about.

I still don't. (I just want to keep this updated).

Okay well... school is as busy as ever. So are my extra curricular activities (Camp Olympia, Documentary Club, Creative Writing Club, Wellness/Mission Possible, Chaplaincy).

It's getting a bit out of hand, especially with the food-drive coming up.

Anyways, at least I have Michael and my friends to pull me through it. My relationship with him is stronger than it ever has been. He is so adorable.
I wish I could say I had stronger relationships with my friends as well. It's quite the opposite. Those seem to become dimmer by each passing day. (That really, really sucks.)

Better go do some homework. My future depends on it.

Locked out

I was locked out for 2 hours today. Out in the harsh Canadian climate.
I looked for my younger brother, Fernando, to open the door for me.
I found him 5 doors down at his friends house.

I told the girl I was locked out and she replied "oh, wow that sucks."

He came to the door, and while he closed it he said "That sucks."

This left me outside.

IN THE COLD.

I decided to go back to my house and ring the doorbell of the upstairs neighbours. I rang it. Multiple times. I knew they were home because the lights could be seen through their windows. They didn't open the door. Wow. Thank God for kind people.

The day after.

It was not as horrible as I thought it would be. I still missed everyone TERRIBLY, but I kinda got through it. The worse thing was that I got a stomach ache for no apparent reason.
Blah
Anyways, I have 3 ISU (Independent Study Unit) to do so... I shall write later?

Ta-da!

Oh wow.

Ok so yesterday I over reacted... right?

I really came down on Michael pretty hard. He was kind of upset. He really is sweet to me, I don't understand how I can be so... ugh to him. He deserves so much better. Wow. And after he was upset, I was upset because I made him sad.

I.
Am.
A.
BITCH.

Poor guy. He's so great and I'm just... not.

Anyways to get my mind off THAT subject.

So as I said in a previous post, I shall blog about today. Saturday Nov 22. Well, today is my birthday "party" (haha. if you can call it that with ten people coming, including myself). I don't even know if I want to go, but I have to. It's kinda mean to ditch those people who had the time to come celebrate me turning 16. Unlike my other friends. Not to sound bitter or anything. I just wish they had come to my party instead of some other girl's party. I think I do a lot for them and I know they do a lot for me. So I can't understand why they decided to go there. I guess it's because they were invited there first? Didn't they know I was going to do something for my birthday?

Guess not. But I know that if I need them, there going to be there for me. I need them today. :(

Anyways, so yes. We are going to go to Pickle Barrel at Yorkdale at 3 pm. Then we will eat and move on to the movie theater, where we will pick a movie. Blah. No good movies are out that we could watch. Twilight will be WAY too crowded. After the movie, we shall all head back to my house for some CHEESECAKE and 2 people shall sleep over.

Fun? I hope so!

Will blog on how this ended up terribly later.

True Love

For the past 17 months 9 days, I thought that someone trully loved me. Michael might read this but, well, what he said really hurt me. And he already knows it.
Yesterday at his house, we ended up discussing a strange topic.

Me: I bet if I got into a horrible accident you wouldn't love me anymore. You wouldn't even talk to me! (I said this as a joke)

"It depends"

Wow. That was an answer I wasnt expecting.

Me: On what?

"On how you look. I saw this girl with her-"

It shouldn't depend.

Whatever. That really upset me. In my opinion, a person can tell another person they "love" them if they are not ready to commit. To commit in a serious "for better or for worse" manner. Otherwise you don't love them. You just like them. You can only love someone when you are willing to die for that person; to suffer for them.

He then asked me the same question. I replied that I could never leave him. Well, I guess I wouldn't have a choice if I got hit by a car. Haha.

In Religion class, we were discussing love and arranged marriage. Sometimes it seems like arranged marriage is horrible, but in times like these it appears to be sensible. I mean, how many people who "trully love each other", get married, have kids, and then get divored. In an arranged marriage, you have less of a chance of remaining single for all your life and you would only divorce in extreme circumstances, which would therefore allow the person to learn to love their spouse.

I know what I feel for Michael. It fits under my definition of love. The one that consists of ultimate sacrifice and unconditional love. He sais he loves me. I don't think he knows what love is. But then again, I'm only sixteen so what do I know?

Jim Jones

In Law Class we discussed Jonestown and Jim Jones.

Thats fucken horrible.

Quote from Wikipedia:

"James Warren "Jim" Jones (May 13, 1931 – November 18, 1978) was the American founder of the Peoples Temple, which is best known for the November 18, 1978 death of over 900 Temple members in Jonestown, Guyana along with the deaths of nine other people at a nearby airstrip and in Georgetown.To the extent the actions in Jonestown were viewed as a mass suicide, it is one of the largest such mass suicides in history, and the greatest single loss of American civilian life in a non-natural disaster until the incidents of September 11, 2001."

My law teacher said that the expression "don't drink the *kool-aid" came from this incident. The people committed suicide by drinking a fruit punch (Flavour-Aid) that had been poisoned with cyanide. They all followed each other to their doom.

* We use kool-aid because no one knows what the hell Flabour-Aid is.

Sleep Talking

Haven't blogged in a while. Been kinda busy. xD
Anyways, as you may have seen, the topic for this blog post is sleep talking. At Camp Olympia, on the first night of camp, the whole cabin was awake except me. I unconciously shot up and shouted "GINA! Where's Gina?!". To this, the startled girl replied that she was right in the room. I laid back down and didn't remember it the next day. My mother tells me that I have a full blown conversation in my sleep at 5 in the morning. She then screams at me to get off the phone, to which I reply startedly "I'M NOT ON THE PHONE!"
This is a serious problem, considering I have many secrets from my mother.
Uh-oh.

Oh, and my birthday was pretty uneventful. School, home, see Michael, cake. It's Saturday I should be excited for. I'm really not. (will blog on this later; If I remember)

Michael got me a Nintendo DS & a game. "Yaya!"

November 16

Today is November 16. That means there are 2 more days until my birthday.

"Yaya!"- Michael

Agreed. It also means that there is 6 days until my birthday sleepover. A couple of friends and I shall go to Lunch/Dinner at the Pickle Barrel and then go watch a movie. NOT Twilight, due to the fact that all the tickets are already sold out? I don't know, I guess we'll see.

Ugh. I have two unit tests on my birthday. Lame. Better go study!

Also, if you are wondering why I'm not a church ( you're a creeper if you are) the reason is studying. Law and Biology Unit Two Tests. One in my first period and one in my second. Joyful!

Lost my blog.

Just about five minutes ago, I was terrified. I thought that I had forgotten the password to my blog. I sent about 5 emails to myself and was unable to get into my account. Something with google accounts or whatever it was.

Well, obviously I fixed the problem. So here I am. Ranting to no one in particular :)
Anyways, Michael is supposed to be here by now, but he called about 15 minutes ago saying that he was going to be two hours late. Lovely.

Men. You can never trust them to be on time. They don't seem to understand that we can be late but they can't. Sexist-ish, but true.

Trip & Grade 8 Open House.

Today we went to the Reference library to research the English ISU novels of our choice. After reading them, we had to look for secondary sources to cite in out final essay. It was a very unproductive day. The novels for my ISU are "The Diviners", by Margaret Laurence, and "The Handmaid's Tale", written by Margaret Atwood. I shall return tomorrow to further research my books.

After that, I quickly returned to the school with two of my friends. One went of to volleyball practise while the other went to practise the fashion show (read below).
I ran the video me and two of my closest friends had made over the summer. It is a 20 minute presentation on our school's clubs and sports. After that, I helped the volunteers set up posters and such. Blah.
I escaped the teacher's watch for a quick run to Tim Hortons with Michael. Who was late in meeting me. Oh well, I shall forgive him.
Anyways, I later returned to the school to run the video again. The parents of grade wight students were slowly arriving. They were looking for the best school for their daughters and, of course, they had found it. The evening ran smoothly. There was my video promoting Camp Olympia and the grade nine retreat/orientation; which was UNEXPECTEDLY CHANGED by one of my teachers. Ughhh. All those hours for that. There was also a fashion show which consisted of people modeling the school's uniform. It was well presented and entretaining. We toured the parents around and I received a grim surpise.

One of my teachers was crying. She is the sweetest lady on Earth and I don't know what could have upset her so greatly that she locked herself up in a room.

Anyways, the rest of the evening was pretty great. Just that one memory sticks out in my mind.

"My mom said I could!"

LMFAOOO! No wayy.

Watch this video, make sure to watch it to the end.
Initially I thought it very confusing but then I realized how funny this television commercial is!




Be careful what you say to children!

Why the 12 is important.

Today, 30 years ago, my religion teacher was born. He is INCREDIBLY awesome. He was too modest to tell us his birthday so we were unable to throw him a party. How dissapointing. He is funny and always calls Michael "Afro Guy", although he DOES NOT have an afro xD

Today, 17 months ago, Michael asked me out. And fortunately, I said yes. Michael and myself have had an amazing relationship. Apart from being my facebook husband, he is my best friend. I know I can count on him as much as I count on my friends.

Today, a month ago, my neighbour and close friend asked another one of my close friends to be his girlfriend. She had been looking forward to this and, of course, said yes. That day, the four of us had gone to Cafe Demetres and then to the movies. We watched "Quarantine". Unbeliveably stupid. PEOPLE CANNOT GET RABBIES!

The 12 of November is very important to me, BUT the 18 is also very important.
I will turn 16 years old a mere 6 days from now. My days of "I'm-too-young-to-get-a-job-so-give-me-money" are going to be officially over. Sixteen is a difficult age, and knowing myself, I forsee me failing. Sweet Sixteen, who ever thought that up? It's the point of no return. That is the year when you choose what career you will have and try to make that goal a reality. Oh my God, I am not ready. Well, at least it shall be interesting!

"Are you racist?"

Today I was walking around at lunch time when a girl I knew by face (not by name) came up to me.

"Can I ask you a question?", she asked me.

Sure....?

"Are you racist?"

No.

By this time I was thinking about the fact that one of my closest friends in the world is Black. She is intelligent, stylish, and beautiful. The colour of her skin would never make me think anything less of her. In fact, I think she is a very strong character which I admire. She is a trustworthy friend who has been there for me in my time of need. Anyways, back to the story...

"I heard you said a racist comment at Semi-Formal"

Wha....? Said what?

"Just something. Where you even at semi?"

Yeah.

"Oh ok. Thanks, bye."

How can she accuse me without even knowing if I did in fact attend Semi? Or without knowing anything about me? As a Mexican, I don't think I even have a right to be rasict. Wouldn't that be something. A person who is from a culture who is stereotyped frequently making fun of someone else. With all the tequila running through my veins, it's a miracle my uneducated brain can even type this out. Ughh.... that was sarcasm by the way.

After that incident, another girl approached me and asked me similar questions. Wow, rumors DO spread like wildfire.

I found out that I boldly stated that "Black girls can't dance" at Semi. Seriously, what the fuck. Who has the time to make these things up?

Of course, I don't blame them. They don't know me so they don't know how I act or how I am. But isn't that more reason as to not judge me?

Blah

5 hours of homework to do before tomorrow.

1 Law Independent Study Unit
1 English ISU
1 Biology Assignment and a half

Oh, and a Camp Olympia video for my school's Grade 8 Open House this Thursday.

Lovely.

The Day After Semi-Formal

Yesterday was my school's semi-formal.

A French Affair.

It was amazing. The dinner was divine.
The dimmed lights put everyone in a dancing mood and it was a great success.
Almost worth the 60 dollars I paid to get in.
My boyfriend, Michael, and I had a fun time.

Have you ever heard of Cinderella? Well, that was me yesterday.
Wearing a borrowed dress and old shoes that looked new. I even got a ride with a stranger.

Of course, no one has to know this. It keeps up the illusion that I cared about going to semi (No offence intended to Student Council, considering most of you are my friends. I just don't like grinding in dresses much LOL. Yes I'm cool).

Anyways, I made a new enemy yesterday; although she doesn't know it. That's what she gets for trying to smack my boyfriend's ass.

Oh well... at least I took a rose, 2 glow sticks, a tired boyfriend, and a stomachache home.