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Oh my God. I want to die. Why is Katimavik 9 months long? Why not 8? I'm sure if it was 8, we'd all be a lot happier right now, because we would all be at home. But, anyway...

Our Open House was on Saturday, and NOBODY showed up. NOBODY. I am serious. There were 0 people there! So, I went for a nap.

Then we went to our neighbour's pool, we were having fun, playing marco polo. And Joelle goes underwater, does a breaststroke, comes up and says "I just dislocated my shoulder." And I laugh a bit, because she's not crying or anything like last time (December 29th, 2006), and then she's like "I'm serious." So, we're off to the hospital! I decided to go with her, because I'm just nice like that. So, we're waiting around in the trauma room, Joelle is wearing a hot baby blue hospital gown, she's dripping wet and in pain. I'm wearing a black top and black skirt, and I'm dripping wet, and trying to be amusing. The guy in the next bed was in a motocross accident, and is obviously howling in excruitiating pain. So, we're sitting around waiting while they take all of her vital stats. It's pretty boring. We decided that it was Xmas that is against her. Because she always dislocates it at Xmas, and SURPRISE we're having pseudo-Xmas on Wednesday! Then she goes for round 1 of X-Rays. Then we go back. This all sounds short, but actually, it takes about 2 hours. So, we're sitting around, starving, and Joelle asks me to sing a song. So, I start singing our current theme song, which is "We Danced Anyway," by Deanna Carter. And we're singing, and we finish, and Joelle turns her head toward me, and laughs, and.... her shoulder pops back into place! Oh my God! So, I run to find a nurse.... Me: "Uhhh.... excusez-moi... Elle a relogé son épaule..." Nurse: "Quoi?" Moi: "Elle a relogé son épaule?" Nurse: "*Gives me a weird look*". Moi: "Je suis sérieuse!" So, the nurse came, and looked at it, and then we waited around for a bit more. Then they said it was okay, and she could walk to round 2 of X-Rays, so we did. And then after Round 2, we got excited. YES! It was time to go, wasn't it? No. It was time to go wait another hour for the doctor to look at it and recommend an orthopedic surgeon. (Because it's twice in a year that she's dislocated it, 4 times in total). So, we've been at the hospital for almost 5 hours now. And we're starving. And throughout this whole event we'd been talking about going to the cafeteria before we call Fred to pick us up, so that we could get some Chicken À La King from the vending machine. So, we're finally released, we run down the hall, we're about to stick our money in the machine, and.... FRED SHOWS UP!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh. So instead we went home and ate cold ham. Fantastic.

Also, we were kind of sad, because we got home, and everyone just sort of took off. Nobody really cared that Joelle had been hurt, it was kind of like, "Oh, she's home, let's leave now." And obviously, she didn't want to go out because of the trauma, but whatever. We chatted for a bit. Used some of the leg cream Lissy got me for Xmas that makes our legs all tingly, and then she went to bed, and I went to hang out with Alex and Anny.

Sunday was fun during the day. We went to Lac de l'est, played all day. I got BURNED PURPLE on my back, and now it's a blistering, festering, oozing DÉGALACE grossness! And I got heat stroke, and passed out when I got home. Fun.

That night, sucked. While Joelle and I were at the hospital, the rest of the group had a bit meeting about Sean, and how they don't think it's fair that he has his own room (the secret room) and that they were mad because some of his girlfriends were wandering through the house at 4am a few nights ago. Which is obviously against the law (breaking and entering anyone?). So, he pretended to be all concerned until Fred left, and then Anny and him got in a fight. Anyway, we're not supposed to have our own rooms, but Anny thought it would be fun, to have a girls only sleepover party in the secret room. So, we're there, having a lot of fun, and Gwobs and Sean show up and start yelling at us saying we're just doing it to get back at Sean, or whatever. Well, I don't know about the others, but I have no reason to have to get back at Sean. In general, I don't give a flying fuck about Sean. So, whatever, Sean decides that we're obviously a bunch of "dykes," as he puts it, and says it's alright for us to stay as long as we're being a bunch of lesbians and having lesbian sex. Then he tells us that he fucked two girls in the bed. Okay, obviously, he is an asshole. So, I decide, I'm not fighting this, it's not worth it, so I go to sleep in my bed, while Anny, Alex, Sean and Gwobs continue to fight. Okay, so Sean fighting is not a big deal, because we know he's a jerk. It's Gwobs that surprises me. Because he usually prides himself on being un-biased and often states that Sean is a douchbag. But for some reason, they are now best friends. I think it ties in with my theory that when nice guys get involved with the "cool" guys, they morph into jerks. Because they don't realize that "cool" guys, aren't cool, and that actually most people think the "cool" guy is a douche. *Sigh* Whatever. Maybe he'll come around. Or maybe he won't and we'll realize that the Gwobs we thought we knew, isn't the Gwobs he is. It's kind of disappointing really, because I expect Sean to act this way, and we've never been friends, but I really thought Gwobs was someone I could trust, and was actually legitimately friends with. Pity.

Anyway, yesterday I was home sick with heat stroke, but I tried to be cheerful and have conversations with Gwobs and Sean, and it went well. But right before French class, he made another "dyke," comment, so I was a little upset. So, I talked to Nick on the walk to and from class, about how I didn't even have a problem with him, and it's not like I'm out to get anyone. And then I started joking about people seeing me and going "Oh, look, there's Aisling, she's here to ruin my life." So, we get home, and they invite me to go watch the sun go down with them on Pierre's rock, and I don't feel like it, because of my sickness, so I say, jokingly "Nah, I'm just going to stay here and plot my revenge." And Gwobs takes it seriously, and is like "What, against me?" And I'm like "No." And some stupid part of me decides to confront Sean, even though talking with an asshole is like... talking with an asshole. So, I say something about how I don't like the "dyke," comments, he tells me to fuck off, and that it was a joke, I say I didn't see it like that, and he calls me a lesbian under his breath. So, I say, in the same joking tone "Exactly, and that's why I'm staying home to plot my revenge!" And Nick is like "Aisling...." because obviously, now I'm starting to stoop to his level, and I know it. And Sean yells "Yeah, well, whatever it is, I'll come back 10 times harder!"

Yes. He really said that.

Honestly, and he's the one always pointing out how "mature," he is. Seriously, he is 22. I know more mature 13 year olds.

Anyway, since I'm not actually planning revenge, since I'm not an idiot, 0 x 10 = 0.

But I still called my dad, and he told me not to worry about it. My mom pointed out that obviously we're living with a bunch of boys, since if there were men around, they would've stood up for us, when Sean was calling us "dykes." So, yes, I guess it takes something like this to see real characters come out.

I think the general female concensus is that Sean is just trying to ruin the end for us, so that he can feel powerful. But we're not going to let him. The boys have obviously a team, so, we'll just band together as girls, and have our own fun.

It's only 29 more days, that's really not that difficult. And we have so much planned coming up, that we won't really have to spend time with anyone we don't want to before the end.

Anyway, this is long, so I will just highlight upcoming events!

Tonight, to celebrate Christmas Eve 2.0 we're going to see Harry Potter et L'Ordre du Phénix again, but this time with the whole group, funded by the Langues Officielles Committee.

Tomorrow, we're having Xmas dinner (red and green fettacine with alfredo sauce), and opening presents.

Thursday night is Physical Activity night, I believe.

Friday night we're off to Trois-Pistoles for Écho-Fête. Going to see the shows on Friday and Saturday nights, plus 3 hours of volunteering Saturday.

Sunday we're hoping to hit up Québec City, including a trip to the chocolate museum, the museum of civilization and the observatory. I.E. Lots of fun-filled HISTORY activities that I am sure to love, plus a few more hours exploring Vieux Québec before heading back out West were everything is new.

Work on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Community Involvement Project Thursday, and then camping the whole weekend!

And then 2 more weekends, and then I'm hoooooooome.

I am really excited.

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