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< yesterday writing >
Thursday. The day of truth. Pay-off day. And so on. I knew the morning before Certamen would be a drag, but I was not prepared for how much it sucked. A lot. It's all you, you think you can take over just like that. I hate you.
English will cease to be taught by Ms. Price as of next next week, until January, and we'll be getting Mrs. Horton instead. I've heard mixed reviews about her. And to Ms. Price, as much as I don't appreciate her teaching methods, I wish the best of luck.
I still have two history journals withstanding. I. Am. Stupid. Somehow I decided to stop the presses after getting a 90% on the first one. Only today have I relized that's only 45/150 marks!!! I can't wait to let my parents know!
Oh and of course, the tshirts. Damn you Darryl from Marchants. And thank you Bruce. Did you know that they can actually print shirts in less than a day, and use the other 20 days as a buffer zone? No sense, no sense. Then they came. It was joyous, it was ceremonial, it smelled of plastic. But we got them and no shipping was paid, and that's all that matters. We were uber-pretty.
< continued writing >
Now let me just say, all the Markham teams OWNED! ONeill gave the juniors a bit of trouble, and we thought it was just a fluke until we saw the little cyborg they were up against. This kid knew everything, even the emperor of Japan in any given year. Man, he was annoying.
I am so dead from no sleep, and pancakes and party that i can't type straight, so for a REALLY detailed version of all this see Celine's blog. I just need to tell you about MY question:
Lady: What is another word for stilus?
*jelena beeps in just because they did*
C#: uh....um...a pen!
Lady: shut up, A2?
Jelena: *stalling because she blanked* another......word...for...stilus....would...be...um.....uh.....crap..
Lady: *about to stop me*
(then i looked around to see Mr. McLaren on the very edge of his chair with his eyes SO wide, and i saw Benson, who's heart i could practically see beating of his chest, and Chen in the audience thinking "pshaw, she's gonna mess this up" heh, jkjk. I knew i couldn't let these people, and the memory of those who came before me down, so...)
Jelena: GRAPHIUM!!!! *delirious giggling*
Before all this, was Celine's magical Africa question, and afterwards it was all in Benson's hands with the Cassandra question. AHHHHHHH, we won, it was, nuts, it was.....AAHHHHHH!! Celine fell off her chair, that should give you an idea.
Thank you to my team:
Celine: for all your hounding of me, and being all my inspiration
Benson: for making sure i was hardcore, heh
Norman: for being my own personal comic relief, and for pulling on his pants, ALL the time
and EVERYBODY else who was there. The seniors, for showing us how it's done, kicking some banting ass, the juniors for being *almost* as cool as we were, and Mr. McLaren, for understanding some of us for knowing his lisence plate number. Not me for the record.
There's so much I just can't explain, the feeling, the excitement, the hilariousness. When we got back to school, our names and everything were on the announcements, mine being especially butchered, and i realized how much people either have no idea, or don't care. Personally I don't mind, this is something I share with certain people, but i would like to comend us all for not shoving it in people's faces, like we very well could have done.
One more thing, and i promise i'll stop the madness:
Lisa's party rocked. Nick was arousing, Jon was *very* firm up top, John was pimpin', Lisa was wearing clothes :P, Juli got whipped....and i can't remember anymore right now, cause i'm running on no sleep. Comment and yell, and i'll add, promise.
And i'm spent...
Mood: vindictive
Music: Take me away - Fefe Dobson
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