not a lot to say...

I have a prom date

AND

I'm already starting to think about summer
(the to-do list slowly growing)

tarot, a rare carrot

Stick It is a sweet movie, I don't care what you say. And kiddie combos are delish.

So today in advisory, Kevin and I ended up full-on wrestling in the hall. I skinned my knee and got pinned. But he had an advantage. I just haven't figured out what it was yet.

There was this girl in English pronouncing "cacophany" with hard K's. I told her she made it sound gross, which, I think, caused her to get nervous while saying it when she was giving the quiz. She messed up, said "cock-oh-phoney," and I giggled.

Seriously, Stick It is really good.

Apparently I have all my thespian points. And today the cast list for Follies went up. I am Carly also known as Gangsta also known as Hot Guy also known as Columbia and then some fillers. It'll be fun, I hope.

And I almost fell on a hot stove thanks to a killer hug.

what's backwards for "hello"

I'm kind of thinking about burning everything I've written in the past few years. Or shredding it, at least. I never would've dreamed of such a thing before, but lately.. I don't really care. The things that made me feel like crap, I'll always remember, as well as the times I felt fantastic. So why keep around some books filled with the semi-embarassing details that happened in between?

the road don't like me

You're life's a broken record and

I'm picking up the needle so

I won't be involved any

more.

beautiful things that spring from these rows.

I walked home from school today and saw these flowers on my way in. They're pretty pretty. Well done, spring. You sure know how to grow stuff.

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Amanda makes the best Birthday Cake Remix this side of.. the world. It's a fact.

That said, let's talk about stuff. Other stuff... like...

Spring? It's pretty great.

April? It's halfway over.

Shoes? I wish they weren't neccessary.

Beds? Definitely nicer when they're your own.

Prom? Would be cool if I had a date lined up. And a dress.

Pepto Bismol? Doesn't taste too horrible.

Newspaper? I'm quitting.

Art classes? I'll have four next year.

My clay eskimo? Still hood-less.

My stained glass? Will be sweet.

Coldstone? Heavenly.

Follies? Not the same.

Thank You For Smoking? Good flick.

Staplers? Loud.

Roadkill? Sad.

Most people? Pretty alright.

Cargo pants with the butt pockets undone? Looks so stupid.

Things.. in general? Could always be worse.

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s-b in b-c

SUNDAY 4/9-
It's like, say, the second day of Spring Break. I'm watching Spider-Man in Canada. I didn't really do anything today. Just went out to eat a few times and went grocery shopping. My mom told me to get whatever I thought we needed, so we ended up with lots of candy, some maple leaf shaped syrup flavored cookies (which are ridiculously good, by the way), and Dr Pepper. There's a remote controlled fireplace in our room, and really uncomfortable matresses. Aw, look, Peter and MJ are kissing... how cuuute. Anyway, we're in Blackcomb. It's the same place we were two years ago, and I still remember where things are. It's kinda crazy. Oh yeah, so I forgot my camera, yet I remembered to pack its charger. How much does that suck? Sucks tons. That's how much.

MONDAY 4/10-
Today was my first day on the mountain. After I got back in my groove it was pretty great. I mean, I came back feeling positively thrashed, but that's what I get for being anti-physical acitivity. My calves and quads are now twice their normal size, I swear. And I bailed pretty hard this one time, somehow I landed in like a mid-somersault postition. It was extreme. Then tonight we went to the Mongolie Grill to eat. You go through this buffet-type thing, but it's all meat and noodles and other stir-fry things, and then they grill it up for you and it's delish. My brother and I each had two pounds of food..each (hello redundancy). And he ate every last bite of his. Friggin sick. While we were waiting for a table I went into this place called the Hat Gallery and I found a Lincolnesque tophat. You can bet I tried it on. And as we were walking home, I passed this guy playing his guitar on a bench. I threw all the money I had in my pock into his case, and right as I did so I heard him sing "Come on baby lemme show ya my warhead." I don't know about that really. Don't know about that at all.

TUESDAY 4/11-
I FEEL SO OLD! "What do you suggest for the worst possible pain ever?" It hurts to do pretty much anything, but I say it's worth it 'cause I ripped so haaaard today. I rode with a group of eight I believe. Most were from England. And so, all day, we would switch in and out of accents to the point where I can't remember who was even English and who was Canadian/American. There was this girl named Mairead (one of the world's top names I think) who I talked to about music a lot. I guess she really likes Death Cab which is sweet, because I'm going to see them on the 21st. And, on the subject of music, I have heard so much Cure since I've been in Canada. And I'm not complaining. But I am complaining about the number of times I've heard Maroon 5's "She Will Be Loved" in the past few days. I don't know what Canada's deal is.

WEDNESDAY 4/12-
Last night I slept on the couch because I couldn't take my rock-hard mattress anymore. And I woke up, I don't know what time, because of a horrible dream I had. It kept popping back into my head today too, and the thing is, it's not a scary dream by any means but it was still one of the worst dreams I've ever had. Sad, mostly. But oooh well.. Today- I'd be lying if I told you I did anything less than my best shred. I went with the same group again, and we spent a lot of the day either cruising through trees (fresh powder city/ "sideslipping through fresh powder is like killing kittens. You just killed THREE KITTENS!!!") or messing around in the terrain park. I mastered the box, not that I can do anything that sweet aside from fitties and ollies. I also hit quit a few jumps. It was supasweet I'd say and I'm not feeling so sore any more. The weather was so crazy today though. First it was cold, then snowing so hard it hurt, then sunny and slushy, then rainy, and back to snowy. But it was oh so rippable. Which reminds me, one of the absolute best things about boarding is that everyone says rip/bail/grind/shred all the time.

THURSDAY 4/13-
I woke up today, the last possible day to shred, and I felt terrible. And I stayed here. All I did all day was move back and forth from my bed to the couch, and try to sleep. It didn't work really. So basically I missed out on a day of ripping with my brother just to sit and do nothing, and almost puke a hundred times. Laaame. But then at dinner the waiter walked up to the table right after I put asparagus up my nose, so it was a glorious end to the day.

FRIDAY 4/14-
It snowed all day for the first time all week. It's so pretty outside, but it's funny to think that it's the middle of April and back home people are probably having picnics in shorts, or something. Listen, I even wore snowboots today. In April! How crazy! Speaking of boots, we're leaving tomorrow morning, driving two hours, flying for four hours, driving for a hour or two, and then I'll be home. And I'm not so sad about it, because I miss my bed, my friends, and my lazy, lazy life.

canada vs america

i hate planes, and i'm leaving for canada in the morning... to shreeeeeed. i mean, really. hook up some board. and i guess i'll see you when i get back next saturday?


solid.

i was, waiting for you, i was, standing around

It's 2 in the morning.

In sixth hour yesterday, we all started playing this game called Kitten Cannon where basically you see how far you can shoot a kitty out of a cannon. It looks like no one will be getting work done for a while. Seriously. Nick and I were this close (close) to skipping seventh hour to try and beat Burkart's record. Productive, eh?

I realize a lot of my, and everyone's, life is spent wasting time. And in no way is that sad or something that should be changed. It's just something I know.

And who really ever lives each day as if it were their last, anyway? No one. I mean, really, no one. I have yet to meet them or even hear of them. And, again, it's not something that should be changed.. it's just something.

Wait. Wait, I take that back. Everyone lives each day as if it were their last. Because a majority of us? Well, our last days, we'll have no idea that they'll be our last. And we'll take them for granted and do something stupid like watch the whole season in re-runs of America's Next Top Model on Vh1 when we should be out appreciating everything. Or something.




I wish everyone (myself included) would just say what they mean, but I guess that's not "in" or something.