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Raise your hand if you're not stuck in North America every day for at least another year.
*Raises hand*
Oh yes, I'm going to study in Paris for three weeks in March.
Reasons I'm thrilled:
1) It's Paris
2) It's not Ottawa.
So yes, my family's hosting an exchange student from France named Aurore, who's been e-mailing me in English and I've been responding in French for the last few days. Then I'll stay with her in Paris and I'll be in Paris!
I'm really hoping to not completely antagonize her by telling her the truth about the weather and things, but she keeps asking questions that there aren't very nice answers to. Anywho...

I'm right pissed at Justin's kidneys. It's not even funny.

...And Gina's right- stuff does suck. Stuff, I think it's about time for you to sod off.

I'm so damn busy these days. Starting this week, school will end at good ol' 15:40 on Tuesdays like it's supposed to. Well...not like it's supposed to, it should really be earlier than that, but whatchagonnado?

Nick and Mackenzie keep taking all the salt. It's ridiculously amusing.

Bit where I complain about the weather:
Due to ice leaking through, all un-necessary doors have been duct-taped shut.
I just thought that was amusing.

Bit about my thoughts:
If you think about it, most of the people on the world are responsible for the deaths of others, and honestly don't give a shit. For example, wicked intelligent people who probably would have been able to find a cure for bad diseases have become engineers and math people instead, thus becoming responsible for their deaths.
I may or may not be the only one who thinks of it that way.

Boring bit:
So today...yes...nothing's really very new. I heard Mackenzie broke something important but I wasn't there. Chemistry was dull. Math is always dull. English was ok and I got to water Sydney Carton and Charles Darnay (they are plants). Lunch was..unmemorable..I think I had meatballs, not like that. Spare was with Cat and lovely. French sucked- mauger is a really incompetent teacher. After school worked on physics with Cecilia. Going home, the 1 from school to Rideau was late, and then the 59 from Rideau to where I live was late and then didn't stop to let us on, so me and my smelly but very pretty bus friend Derek took the 97 instead and it took a really long time. Tomorrow will be pretty much the same thing but with a lovely exam to write in the evening.

To California:
Marc Marc Marc, howis the Mystical Hamster?
Gina Gina Gina, I want to go to Northwestern with you. :-$James James James, are you going too?
Annie Annie Annie, hello pretty!
Justin Justin Justin, you are a British tramp- you are MY British tramp.
Dylan Dylan Dylan, I named the Satanist character in a play I'm writing for English after you.
Mike Mike Mike, use your damn telephone.
Tomoc Tomoc Tomoc, you've got a weird name kid.
Chewy Chewy Zac, stop offering me pie for sex! (You know what the answer is.)
Niko Niko Niko, you sit at the back of the room with sunglasses. I don't think I own sunglasses.
Tristan Tristan Triscuit, I'm still ridiculously mad at you for the whole VP thing.
Ian Ian Ian, haha you've got Sprite-ear.
Dempsey Dempsey Dempsey, we have the same birthday, go us.
Max Max Max, dude your hair.
Max Max Max, on Valentines or Easter a bit ago you gave me a yummy chocolate thingy.
Andrew Andrew Boyan, I have no face..I can't blink!
Russel Russel Russel, don't eat the lion.
Bryce Bryce Bryce, stomach acid killing is all the rage.
Greg Greggie Greg, was I supposed to write you a lettre? Do I owe you money?

Pie bit:
International Pie Day was yesterday. Doesn't that kick ass?!

Kay I feel better now.

Today was..freakishly boring, until the last bit of course. I snuck out of school to go see Marisha and I saw Marisha, in addition to my other pretty Elmwood friends, and that always happies me up. Woohoohoo

So after that I went the wrong way to the bus stop and missed the bus because I can't seem to navigate the Rockliff area.

Ross ate my muffin from Mackenzie, but he gave me pizza so I'm not going to hold an "Annie ate my cookie" grudge.

But really, I was going to eat it and I had it in my hand and it was moving towards my mouth and she just took it and ate it before I knew what was happening...about a year and a half ago. (I love you anyway)

So anyway I missed the bus and I was walking down the hill because it's too cold to remain stationary and I ran into this russian kid, Anton, who i met once skiing, and he seems super cool. He was waiting for Scott and Alex so we go into second cup, the one that I go to with Marisha on Mondays, and we wait for them. They show up with laura who is lovely and my friend and we do a bunch of crap for about an hour then I bus home to boring-land. The man I once thought was Marisha's Polish teacher was on and we had a nice talk about...something I don't recall. It's his wife's birthday tomorrow.

So anyway, at Elmwood, Megan told me about this blog that says stuff about elmwood teachers and someone found out and got superpissed and now the police are involved. Freedom of speech much? Jeez.

You've probably heard all about my fifties diner hopes. Well actually you've definetly already heard about the Annie-Oreo incident so here goes: I want to start a fifties diner with waitresses on rollerskates. That's it.

During my spare, I was reading some of Marc's old journal entries, and they have reminded me of the spectacularity (a word?) of his writing talent.

Yesterday I met a pretty guy on the bus and he washes dishes at a retirement home and he smells strange. But he's in the band that opened for Quo Vadis in November and he was going to bring me a CD to listen to today, but I missed the bus so I dinnae see him. Oh well. I have his emesen (MSN).

There's a dance tonight. As you might be able to see from the timestamp, I'm not there. This means I win. I like winning.

I'm screwing with Mike's head. It's amusing me. Does this make me a bad person? Yes.

I'm going to go wash oatmeal out of my hair.

Don't ask
Never ask

i had a bad day again. i'm so tired of this. and if you don't know that i'm bored of here, you're just not paying attention. i hate people who make me a worse person just by being around me. i am not, in fact, over it. i'm not over anything or anyone, and i'm done pretending i am. i'm just way too fucking unhappy here. i would kill myself, but that sounds like it hurts, and anyway i'm not like that. it's funny because a year from now, i probably won't even remember today. i asked the guy behind me in math today if i could kill him and he said ok. "you don't really exist. i don't either. that's the world's last comforting thought". i just said that to james. i don't believe in anything supernatural. god is a dream. fuck everyone's plan for the world. this can't be right. i feel nothing. and alone. and everything. i hate how people ask "what's up" when they don't care. and i hate how my mum won't leave me alone when i'm too fucking sad to think. one more driver's ed class to go. not like i would ever actually try to navigate this shit weather, but still. i like voltaire. i like my friends. they make me feel better. only good thing about stupid ottawa. other than it's not american. heh. i'm sorry, that was mean.

Dear Ottawa,
I'm so damn bored. This is your fault.
-Lindsey

-I'm so bored I could kill myself.
-I'm too bored to kill myself.

PoorJamesBond (10:59:23 PM): gnite
PoorJamesBond (10:59:42 PM): whore
pie is nifty (10:59:56 PM): what's with the name calling, diddums?
PoorJamesBond (11:00:21 PM): i dont know what you're talking about
pie is nifty (11:00:46 PM): you just called me a whore, you whore
PoorJamesBond (11:01:10 PM): bitch, dont be callin me that shit!
pie is nifty (11:01:28 PM): yo man, best be respectin'
PoorJamesBond (11:01:47 PM): ima pop a nine milly in yo ho ass!
pie is nifty (11:02:00 PM): oh no you din't

^this just made my day.

also, my bus driver is a complete spazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
i wonder if he'll kill anyone soon...

for crapsake! my internet is being a wanker this week.

i went to school today. i'm interested in how many volts of electricity it takes to kill someone. i was there until nine. it was wholly crap.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE PARTY POPPERS AND THE CANDY MY DARLING SHANNON!!!!!

i am planning on burning cupid in effigy to show my disdain for how fucking early stores start selling valentines crap. join me before i lose interest!

i am not a furry. the next person who suggests that i am will be severly punished.

cheese + fruit = love