IBAAW

Which is the major problem with eating suber spicy rice. Also, water
does not work to quench this- I tried SO HARD, to no avail. So, here I
am at school, which is just an adventure in itself. I love Tuesdays. M.
Ward (French teacher) is back from Quebec now, so that's good, because
the sub was making us do *shudder* work *gasp*, whch wasn't pleasent at
all. Then I had an uneventful Spare, and now I'm between double Dramas.
And double drama is excellent, so no complaints. Then I have math for a
nice disappointing end to a fabulous day!

My grandma is coming to my graduation ceremony as a "surprise." As in,
everyone thought it was a surprise, but it wasn't, and they ended up
telling me last night. Then, that night, we shall go to play Bingo,
which will be great, and perhaps I will win and stop being so
outstandingly poor. And Thursday I'm getting something for Citizenship,
that I am confused about on account of, I'm not a very good citizen. I
don't do much. My grades aren't spectacular, and I'm only really
involved in Drama. Hmmmmmmmmm... it's a mystery, and whoever nominated
me should seek help, perhaps. Well, that's all I can think to write
now. My mouth is feeling more... calm, so that's spiffy.

Au revoir.

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I mean, really. Can't it go a BIT faster???

Today I went to Lilac Festival. SO much fun. I took loads of photos too, of, like, everything, for no reason- except I'll probably use them as stock photos and for textures. Especially for my new amazing spectacular layout I'm working on. SO MANY IDEAS from just this one day. AND I got a new skirt for my grad ceremony to wear under my icky blue robes.

I guess I didn't make it into Katimavik, since most people have already been selected. Ah well. I guess I'm just destined to be a cashier for, say, the rest of my life.

My mom's sick with the same thing I had. HA. Now she knows how I felt. TAKE THAT!!! Ahhh, sweet revenge is sweeter than most.

Anyway, au revoir for now on account of I have nothing more to say, and 2 more CDs to burn.

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Firstly, I DETEST this header/colour combo. D-E-T-E-S-T. However, I am working on something spectacular, and hopefully a bit more permanent.

Tonight is the graduation banquet. But I don't care because I'm not going. I shall be kicking it at J-Unit's after parrrrrrrtaaayyyyy. Hope it's super fab with zero drama *crosses fingers*.

I'm also currently listening to PUMP IT, by BEP. I LOVELOVElove THIS SONG!!!!!!!

I also love cheesy bread, and I must admit I could go for some now.

Anyway, I'm not supposed to be on here- my parents are out but could be home any second. So, I'll just leave this until I have more time to write something INSPIRATIONAL!!!!

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As promised, here is a lovely snap of me as a (pouty) butterfly:

Tres belle, n'est pas? Ah oui, c'est comme MISS AMERICA!!!!!!!!!

I was covered in sparkles the rest of the day. AND the red and pink make-up STAINED MY SKIN so I looked like I had a bad burn until I got a hold of some make-up remover.

Okay, enough of that insanity.

The funniest thing happened yesterday, in French.

It was around 2pm, and class ends at 2.20pm. We had a sub, so nobody was really doing anything, because we didn't have very much work to begin with. So, a couple of people left claiming they had projects to do in the library. So, Matt, Michelle and I said we had a project too.

The funny part?

We said we had a Celtic Dance Project.

So, here we are blabbing on about our Celtic Dance project and the sub asks us to do some Celtic dance. So, without hesitation, Matt and I link arms and start bouncing up and down. Michelle is behind us practically peeing herself! And the sub is watching us Celtic dance! Then she starts talking about how she does tango dancing and how lucky we are to havce a dance program at our school. We heartily agree, even though none of us are in said program, and I start blubbering stuff about ballet (which I took from age 4 to 10 but am honestly not too great at), and go right into the dance interlude from "The Butterfly Observation," (The play I had just done earlier that day).

At this point I was sure our story was too hard to believe... but then she let us go!!!!!!

So we went down to the Pit, and demonstrated our Celtic Dancing for everyone.

And thus began our careers as celtic dancers.

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Well well, here I am, and in gigantic eyelashes no less. I look hecka freaky, and not unlike a drag queen. In fact, my mother sang me a song this morning called "It's Not Easy Being A Drag Queen," to the tune of that well-known song by Kermit the Frog. It's like being a pimp, and yes, it's hard out there for a pimp. God bless the inventor of music!

So, today I shall perform my deranged butterfly piece. I get into character for this but running around laughing like a crazy person. I am a crazy person, so it comes rather naturally. It's really hard to blink with these huge fuzzy things on my eyes, so I think I should just not blink and see what happens...

Oh GOD, my CONTACTS!!!!!!!! Owwwwwwwwwwwww.....

Anyway, my nails are also jade green if that helps paint the picture of the craziness I look right now. I also have a huge pink and green headband in. I look like I belong in the 60s on the dance floor. And the truth is, I do. I bet I'd look good on the dancefloor (ha ha, Arctic Monkeys <3).

Anyway, I'm going to head off to schoolie now, and I'll definately be back tomorrow with photos of my butterflyerobsitity. (The play is called 'The Butterfly Observation.")

AU REVOIR MY FLITTERY PALS.

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A wise girl said that.

She doesn't realise how brilliant she is either. But if she's reading this - hugs! (I'm glad you had a great time at prom, dahling, keep livin' it up.)

Anyway, it's awful when something like that happens! It's like when you strive for something- you work so hard and you dream of this amazing outcome where everything is okay, and then you get to the end and it's like... that's it? It's soooooo disappointing!

Anyway, this is just a day-to-day entry today. You may find it boring, but bear with me, I couldn't come up with an interesting topic.

Yesterday Lissa and Justine came over for the night. We went to 7/11 and spent a LOT of money on candy. A LOT. Ha ha. So, that was fun. And we watched Saved! which is an awesome movie. 'Twas fun. Then this morning we ate some yummy food. Strawberry pancakes with syrup and whipped cream and yummmmmmmmmmm. Legally Blonde is on now, too, so that's good. Then later this evening we're having a barbecue type thing. So, yup, pretty boring as far as whirlwind adventures go.

ARRRGGGGGG, it INFURIATES ME that this blog is so unbelievably boring. I'll come up with a better topic and I'll be back later.

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Yes, I'm still sick which is pretty annoying life-wise. It isn't too bad smelly-wise. For example when I had to throw my dog's poo in the trash during her walk (twice!!!! How much poo can one dog have?!?!) it didn't smell. And I was using nail polish in the basement near the cats' litter box, with my smelly dog, and my dad was complaining about the smell- not a whiff. So, yay for my non-exisitant sense of smell!

Unfortuently, it has it's downsides, like when I tried the new Banana Coconut Frappuchino at Starbucks. I mean, it tasted all right through my cold, but not as good as it probably tastes. I would just like to give a big shout out to Gwen Stefani at this moment, while I'm on the banana topic to say THANKS for teaching me how to spell banana properly. I thought I would go my whole life spelling it like bannnanananananaaaaa. I just searched the Banana Coconut Frappuchino, to get a picture of it because it's pretty, and found THIS - http://starbucksgossip.typepad.com - it is a FREAKIN' STARBUCKS GOSSIP BLOG!!!!!! This officially means there is a blog for everything.

Have you ever searched 'Banana Coconut Frappuchino' on Google before?

You should, the results are simply fascinating!

Anyway, here's a photo of something that was displayed on a blog about said frappuchino (by a different site, mind you). If it is not the exact one, I am sorry, but we can pretend.

How nice.

In other news it was 5 trillion degrees today (i.e. 30 degress celcius) and I am simply dying (I could use a banana frappuchino, said the corporate whore.) The heat is SO BAD for migraines, so I get a lot. It almost makes me miss the glorius Canadian winters. Except that I hate them aswell. Someone should just stick me in a tank (like a habitat at the zoo, not a bang bang war one) and let me be.

Anyway, I'd write more, but then I'd have nothing to say tomorrow!!!

Thanks ladies and gents, I'm here all year and don't try the veal (you disgusting carnivoires- kidding! Yes......)

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So I came home sick yesterday after a whopping 3 hours at school. Wheeeee. But I'm going today because I have double drama, which is stellar.

I FINALLY got my criminal record check in! It only took forever. Oh yes, and an amazing 40$ to print 3 lines! Wow! AND I actually talked to Alex from Montreal! Progress, always progress.

I just read le blog de Meggerz, and she has SUCH an awesome English project! Here, I'll repost what she wrote because it rocks!

"I'm actually really stoked for this project I was assigned yesterday in English class. We have to write a frame story where we are the grandparents talking to our ten year old grandkids about our high school experience. Yeah, trippy much. And we have to do a little project with pictures detailing our four years. I'm gonna do a powerpoint slideshow and have one song playing in the background the whole time. I went through my whole itunes library today trying to find the perfect one. So i have it down to about 15 songs. I refuse to do "Iris" by GooGooDolls or "Graduation" by Vitamin C cause that's way too cliche. I have a week until my rough draft is due. I dont know why, but I really just want mine to be so good. To show all my peers that this is who I am. I'm completely different from my freshman year."

Isn't that a great assignment?!?!?!?!? I would totally do that just for fun! Maybe I will..... thanks Meg- persuading me to do extra work without realizing it.

Anyway, it's almost time for school so I'd better book it. I haven't actually gone to French since last Wednesday or Thursday, so I should probably make an appearance. But honestly, I don't care about it anymore. I know I'm bilingual, and I already have my diploma, so graduation is already sacked up and ready to go. At this point, I'm so apathetic about my schoolwork that it makes me a bit guilty toward my teachers. I mean, I know they work hard, but I can't matchg their enthusiasm. What do they call it? Senioritis? Well, I have a bad case, that's for sure.

I can't wait for the end of June.

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I'm sure you knew that already, but ah well. I'm listening to it right now on my Myspace, which makes me love it more. I just love it when it is fresh.

So, on Friday I went out with my mom and her friends at the Rose and Crown, which was pretty fun. Her friends are really weird though! I got free food and drinks all night from my mom too, which was pretty sweet. I had this excellent dessert with pears, strawberries, whipped cream and caramel on this spicy coffee cake. It made me happy in the pants like no other dessert has done in a long time.

I dyed my hair last night, and promptly had an allergic reaction to it, which doesn't happen often. But it did. And I'm all sniffley and gross. And I was up at 11.30pm, so I took pictures in my room in the dark with my new camera- and they looked like it was daytime! Wow. Technology rocks.

Anyway, I'm off to school now. Have fun.

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Well, I'm on spare right now, but I thought what better time to blog!?! (I.E. I am avoiding my French project).

OH MON DIEU. The season finale of 'The Office' (US) was stellar last night!!! At the end, I didn't know what to do with myself! I felt like I would crawl out of my skin with excitement! So, yes, I quite enjoyed it.... I don't want to give anything away, but.... I can't help it!

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

And the caption is: "A conflicted Pam called her mom for advice and admitted she was in love with Jim. She ended the conversation early when Jim walked in on her. He didn’t say anything, he just kissed her and she kissed him back. "

Double SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Like I said, I don't know what to do!!!! I can't wait until next fall!!!!

More yummy JAM moments.....

*Sigh*

I even forgot what else I was going to write in this post.

That's how happy I am.

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD! Lol.

OK I'm done.

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Well, graduation is just around the corner (my last exam is 19 June!!!!), and even though I already have my diploma- it's just NOW becoming scary. Because no matter what happens, next year I am on my own.

Since before kindergarten 'grown-ups' have asked the question "What do you want to be when you grow up?" and since before kindergarten I've wanted to be a writer. But even more than that, now I realize, I want to be heard, I want to make a difference, and I want to help people.

Someone who reflects these beliefs and virtues: Atoosa- Editor in Chief of Seventeen Magazine

Personally, she's always been my favourite Editor of all the oodles of teen-focused magazines I read. She seems so honest and nice and sincere. She has just decided to stop writing her monthly editor's letter- an honoured Seventeen institution for the last 7 years. It's a good move on her part, because she's moved to the internet.

Internet is so important in today's society. Everyone uses it, and MySpace is practically the defining movement of our generation, thus far (as indicated by Atoosa's 3779 friends). It is a great way for her to keep in touch with her readers- the same way they keep in touch with their own friends. Because that is what she truly is- a friend. When your friends don't understand you, or you don't understand yourself, she has this warmth and charm that makes you feel that everything will be okay. She doesn't sugarcoat it, or make it too "afterschool special," and her life isn't plastic and Barbie-doll. She's real, and I can understand why she was chosen to front Seventeen and return it to its glory.

Look how far it has come! Seventeen first debuted in 1944- while the world held it's breath after 5 years of brutal war were coming to an end- and gave teenage girls comfort in their world teaching them the important things of the time. Sure, these things are dated and old-fahioned in our eyes, but Seventeen continues to provide the same things for us- on a current and forward-thinking level.

Seventeen spawned a revolution. It is because of this magazine that there are other teen-focused publications, such as ELLEgirl, CosmoGIRL!, Teen Vogue and Teen People. It has influenced a lifestyle.

Okay, you're probably getting a tad sick of my SeventeenPEPRALLY! So, I'll get back to what I was originally intent on saying- teenage girls need more people like Atoosa and the Seventeen staff. That's what I want to be. I spend.... well, let's just say, a lot... of money on magazines geared toward people my age, and lots of people ask why. When I respond that I want to do this someday, I am met with quizzical looks and confused mumbling. So, to get the record straight, I don't want to be a model- I'm 5'3" for one, so that's been x'ed. I want to be an influence, and writing is the way I can do that, so what do I want to be? I think we've figured that out by now.

............

I think the common misconception here would be that I want to be Atoosa. No, no, no. Atoosa is her own person. I am my own person. I want to learn from Atoosa. I want to be that kind, always understanding, warmth that girls like me radiate toward. I want to be a teacher. In fact, if I had two choices they would be: 1) Editor at an influential teen magazine, or 2) High School Teacher (English or Social Studies- these are the two that influenced me the most and really give an opportunity to see the world, and yourself in the world).

Anyway, this is so rambling, I wonder who is even reading at this point. My friend Lissa is, obviously (right Liss???), and maybe you are too. If you are, I hope one day I can influence you in a positive way with my pointless blabbering and randomness. That would be really cool.

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Really, I'm beginning to agree with Georgia Nicolson in "Then He Ate my Boy Entancers," when she says we should all live in the same time zone.

I cannot get a hold of Alex from the Katimavik Participants' Office for the life of me! When I get home, the office is closed, and when I tried calling this morning he wasn't available. Why? Montreal time zones. That's why. So... yeah. I really want to get all of this done, but alas, it is NOT WORKING OUT FOR ME. *Sigh* So, now I am sitting here, restless, with a piece of paper clenched in my.... well, not in my hand because I couldn't type that way, so it's just laying there- but there is TENSION. I shall jump at the next payphone I see (my celly is deady and sans minutes), and dial like someone mental. There are payphones at my school. I shall not sleep or eat until I contact Alex!

I have a strong urge to play Tennis since I suggested to Lissa that we play Tennis last night. I don't play tennis, and quite honestly, I suck, but I would like to learn and what better chance is there?!?!? Besides the peeps of Waffleland (Belgium) adore le tennis, so Lissa will need to be pro. And I will make her seem pro with my un-proness. And perhaps the exercise (i.e. chasing after the ball for hours on end) will be helpful aswell.

Ca c'est tous pour maintenant. Another thing is that I tried to get Alex's extension, but they said it in French in the directory! So, it's lucky I'm French, because Anglos haven't got a hope.

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The first part of this is just copied from a post I made at MMB.

'Cause that's what my "friend" did for me after that horrid party. It wasn't even an apology, it was a "feel sorry for me," note. Like she was the victim in the whole thing, when really I was. Oh, and her excuse for telling Lissa's mom about some bad stuff back in the day was because she wanted to stay at the party so bad.

OKAY, you want to stay at a silly party, so you will personally SABOTAGE one of your friends to do so? Yeah, right, shutupbitch.

Oh, and don't write apology notes on a word processor. It lacks sincerity, REALLY. It's like, oh, look at this crap note, it looks like a business letter. And it makes spelling and grammar errors look rediculous. I mean, you used a word processor and you still can't spell "apology" right???? And you have adjectives and pronouns that don't belong, everywhere? It's called twelfth grade, and by now you should be spelling on your own. Missing it with a WORD PROCESSOR is just PATHETIC.

All the stupid "apology" did was make me more mad. Same with my friend Lissa, whose letter I read before I got mine. In mine, it says we should still be civil to eachother because it's our last 2 months of high school. Oh, well, I APOLOGIZE. I didn't realize that when you were trying to DESTROY MY LIFE that we were being CIVIL.

Anyway, that had me boiling for the last few days, because I mean, REALLY.

In other news...

I saw this AMAZING DRESS that is definately in the "of I was going to grad I'd definately wear THIS" category. It's a "vintage" dress from the 1980s. I don't entirely consider the 1980s to be "vintage," but whatever. Anyway, it's by "Miss Joni of California," and even thoigh it's yellow and would make me look like a banana girl- I love it! It's SO CUTE and SIMPLE and on the website it's only 29.99$! Sure, that's probably American but even so... wowza. Anyway, I love this dress and it is now my goal to get one exactly like it.

Well, that's my blabbing for today, hope you enjoyed it! But if you didn't, and would like to suggest a better topic of bloggage, let me know!!!

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Ahh yes, here is my brand-new blog. Why? Because my Xanga got boring because everyone abandonned it. So, I've jackrabbited back to my blogger, where my darling Lissa now also resides. Besides, I adore blogger, whereas I detested Xanga and only used it because of my spiffy amigas. Also, Meesa (Cali.) opened a new MB so I can contact the gurlz that way. Yay.

So, let's see.... this is something like my 27th blog (including personal sites, mind you) since I started this whole net thing when I was 11 (7 years ago!!!!). That's a lot. Let's see how long this can last.

What's new with me? Or more importantly, who am I? Well, I'm Aisling. That's pronounced Ashleen. Aisling = Ashleen. It's complicated so call me Ash, I guess. Most others do. I'm 18, and I live in the booming rednecktropolis of Calgary, in Canada. Recently, I received my high school diploma! God, was I excited. Nobody else really was though :( Hmmmm, disappointing. Actually, not entirely accurate, my MBgurlz were exstatic!

I'm just starting to wind-down from the two busiest weeks of my school year- Performance Week and Drama Festival. You would think that two weeks that I'm never at school would be nice and not leave me exhausted. Wrong. My first full day at Festival found me toting around a camera for yearbook, losing my belongings, getting stabbed by swords repeatedly (in my Sword-fighting workshop), and eating Kentucky Fried Chicken (#1. I am a vegetarian and #2. Even if I wasn't, KFC treats their animals like.... crap.). IT WAS LIKE I WAS ON CRACK OR SOMETHING!!!! I DON'T KNOW UP FROM DOWN. AND I spoke to this girl who was until recently my friend (except obviously not since who in their right minds says something so hateful, even if they do want to stay at a party that badly?!?), even though I didn't want to. It's okay though- friday evening with Kat before Mainstage provided me with just enough stone-cold resolution to resume my hatred even further. Okay, hatred is a bit strong, because in reality, I don't hate anybody. But it's pretty close. Ah, well, I will be the bigger person that I know I can be. I mean, atleast I work through my problems now instead of unloading my troubles on others. Right???

Right?

I'll take the lack of response by this abyss as the personal gratification I need.

Anyway, that's the basic lowdown right now, what's on my mind, or whatever. I'd probably write more if I could, but I'm burning some CDs for my mom and it makes my computer run slower than.... well, me! (I am not athletic)

Anyway, check out my MYSPACE!!!
http://myspace.com/aislingb

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