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So I've been really slacking here [on the blog] even though I said I would try to keep it regular. So what? I'm sure all of you have lives, so maybe you shouldn't worry that I may not be posting all that often.

On a school note, I have a freaking large amount of spanish words to practice for tomorrow's quiz, as well as WHMIS symbols for science :X
Not what I wanted to be doing tonight, but I guess that's life, you don't really get what you want.

On another note, I wore jeans today for the first time in 8 years. Nothing special, but just thought that was an interesting tidbit on today's occurrences, because, frankly, my day was nothing special. I had some boring subjects, some interesting ones, and because of the monotony of only 1 week of high school, I have already fallen asleep twice during class.

Just to let you all know, when you have a cold, don't skip eating for the day. It does NOTHING to improve on an already crappy situation.

'Til something blog-worthy comes along,
jm

BUNNY........... and school :)

Quote my friend Shawna on this bunny:
- shawna rose ;_____ ` ‹3 says:
even if it was like some sorta massive killer, it would still be the cutest thing ever




Well, today was my first day of high school, and I must say, it was exactly what I expected, no more, no less. I guess that's what I get for having realistic expectations in the first place, I'm almost never pleasantly surprised, but I never have to worry about being dissapointed.

I'm just sorta going to give a quick review about my day and my classes and associated teachers.
[Btw, there is this girl, Ali, who is in EVERY SINGLE one of my classes :|, it's quite unnerving]

Bus ride there:
LONG. Probably the best adjective to describe that bus ride :|
I basically put on some music, half-listened to my friends, and tried to zone out the ride.

Pre-classes:
I arrived in the main lobby to see it packed with people my height, which was not a surprise, but something completely different than what I'm used to. At MR all the students were a good 5+ inches shorter than me.
After waiting for almost 10minutes, I realized that I had to find out my homeroom, which just so happened to be Gym B. After I got to the gym, I realized that there was the girl's gym class on the other side, some were pretty hot [finally more girls, wasn't too many girls at MR worth looking at often]. I also found out that there are ALOT of indian people, as well as massive amounts of oriental asians.

Music with Mr. Richardson:
Well, I come to the classroom to find the door locked, which really bugged me. I just sorta stood there for a few minutes looking at the door handle as if doing so would unlock it, but nothing happened... Eventually I raised my head and noticed I was trying to go through the emergency fire exit door; so I quickly went over to the REAL door and went in. First thing I noticed was that Bettina was there, and it was a grade 9 class, so it kinda confused me, then I later found out that she had a schedule mix-up. I don't think Bettina recognized me at all, which I guess is a relief, it would bug me if ALL of fateema's friends knew me right off the bat.
So I sat down, talked with a few random people, [one of the guy's name was Blaze...] and the teacher came in. Big guy, deep voice, seemed nice enough, and he just sorta showed us around the room [wasn't much to see], then asked us what we played so he could get a basic idea of what the room comprised of in terms of musical variety. We then went out the door, were showed where to put our instruments/bags, and then the bell rang, and we all scattered amongst the other students on our way to our second period classes..........

Science with Mrs. Serapiglia:
So after deciding that the top floor of Colonel By needs to have the floor plan rethought, I asked a couple teachers and gradually found my way to my science class, room 234 [all in succession, I know, weird], and met my science teacher, Mrs. Serapiglia [silent "g", so it sounds like Sarah-pee-lee-uh]. She was nice enough, and she seemed to be a younger teacher, and reasonably enthusiastic. The students in the class were quiet, my friend Ryan's stalker was there, he showed up in a few of my classes actually... *shifty eyes*
She introduced herself, set some rules, then the bell rang in what felt like only 5 minutes, instead of the actual 15. I then rushed out because I knew that my next class was on the first floor, and nothing else, because I hadn't quite gotten down the numerical ordering of the classrooms yet.

English with Mrs. Evans:
I was welcomed into the classroom with an overly cheery "Welcome!!!! Take a seat wherever you like, but don't fret, it won't be your permanent seat, just one for today :)" which disturbed me greatly. I could tell right away that english period was going to be one of those that would just seem to drag on forever.
She got the attendance out of the way relatively quickly, then proceeded to blab on about her life [which I can GUARANTEE no one wanted to actually hear] for around 10 minutes, and she was interrupted only half-way by the bell [thank god]. So then I eagerly left the room in search of room 124 to have spanish.

Spanish with Ms. Zapata:
I walk in to be greeted with many spanish posters, all seeming to be pretty much the same thing, VERBS.
The teacher seemed nice enough, elderly lady, late 50s maybe, speaking mainly spanish with some heavily accented english. And while I was starting to find a seat, she began the class speaking only in spanish, and the whole class sorta did a collective, silent, WTF! I had to interrupt her and let her know that we were the grade 9 beginner spanish class, so many of us had heard not much spanish before. She apologized, and it seemed that she confused us with her grade 10 class she was going to have next period. Then the introduction continued, with random interjections of spanish in her english. I left the room quickly when the bell rang, and took a short break with my friends.

Geo with Mrs. Kennedy:
HOLY CRAP! She is one DULL teacher, she did attendance, said something monotonous, and then I just sorta left my body and floated in my mind, enjoying the music that was in the back, near my left ear, it was good, sorta a slow, ballady, meaningful song. I think I should try to find that song soon.
Anyways, my friend told me class was over, so I left in search of a portable [fuck those infernal contraptions].

French with Mrs. Atkinson:
Ouch, her french sucked so badly, she babyed us the entire class, and I felt like I should burst out in fast french just to confuse the fuck out of the rest of the class [they seemed pretty incompetent with french, no offence to any of my readers in that class, you know who you are]. And then she started going on with some odd accent, it sounded like real french, but like textbook french, no emotion whatsoever, and it unnerved me, so I decided not to speak up. I left there like it was infested with the plague.

Math with Mr. Whitlock:
Omg, so I come to an enriched math class [pretty much my dream], and there it is, math looking, with posters, and a well-kept, educated looking teacher. We played math games and I learned that the class is pretty much mediocre at math, with the exception of a few students. I'm quite sure that most of the students in the advanced math class at MR would be able to own them at math. I left there feeling good, like I had something REALLY GOOD to look forward to for the next day.

Gym with Mr. Lacasse:
Well, I go back to the gym, where I started, is where I ended. I sat down on the bench, got some forms, and got my locker number, not much worthy of a blog there.
WAIT, almost forgot, saw Ellen, one of my best friends from grade 1-2, she was there, could NOT believe it.

Well, that's a general recap on my day of school, well, my HALF-day. And let me tell you, just because I'm in an enriched program, does NOT mean I'm going to be abandoning this blog, I will have plenty to tell, and an outlet is always good in the stressful atmosphere of high school.

Ta ta for now,
jm

:)

Well, as you can obviously tell, I haven't exactly been keeping up with my blogging over the summer. I have been outside biking, and hanging with friends, and frankly, blogging takes time away from doing other stuff that actually does something for my social life. But not that I have anything against blogging, it's just that all I would have to blog about is personal stuff with my friends.

This post is more to tell you why I haven't been blogging, and that I will start blogging regularly once school begins because I will have more time on my laptop, and at home because of the IB program.

So be ready for some regular posts, probably a couple a week, not quite as often as toughlove, but often enough for you to have something to read every once in awhile, and I might just enjoy having a writing release not related to school. [And it will be fun to talk about all the new/weird people at high school]

Until school time, farewell,
jm

Boston trip, day 1 [continued]

And so, after publishing my previous post, my family went out for a swim at the glorious pool... that was sarcasm.... as was that, it was a pretty nice pool actually. And then we went for supper and I had a really good clam chowder.

You see, fresh and local food is way better than any other kind. Here in Boston, fresh seafood is abundant, so I will be partaking in it a few times [Not too much though, I'm pescetarian, but I still don't gorge myself on fish meat...].

And so, I returned to my hotel room, to watch Jackass, Little Miss Sunshine, Zombie Strippers, and Machine Girl on my laptop... all, I may add, which are really good movies, in each their own unique way.

Tomorrow my family is going to see the museum of fine arts, and HARVARD!!! And I know that makes me sound like a nerd for wanting to see Harvard so bad, I don't care. It's the most infamous university in North America, and it's library is one of the world's most extensive.

I will keep you posted on further happenings on my trip tomorrow.

Ta ta for now,
jm

My Boston Trip, day 1

Well, for the first day, we left the house at the unholy hour of 8:30. We then drove forever to Montreal, spent hours in traffic, then went south to the border.

Ah, the glorious cliche that is "south to the border", it makes us sound like such amazing refugees. Well, anyways, the border crossing was quite interesting, we sorta waited for 45 minutes in a long line of cars, with license plates from all over Canada and the U.S.

So we were there, the next car to be checked, when an enormous grasshopper came flying through the open window, onto my brother's arm, which then caused a chain reaction of freak-outs from everyone in the car but me, and I hit it out the window with a map eventually. It was sad. And, I might add, we probably looked like complete idiots from the point of view of the border guards. It looked probably like a family suddenly spazzing for no reason, then one of them is calmly hitting something, and they all quiet down... we come across as a really weird family at times...

Well, after crossing the border, we drove alongside of lake Champlain for a bit, not much really happened, then we got lost in a town of only 4 streets [please don't ask how] and we finally found our way back onto the highway. We went through many small towns, across a lot of rivers, and alongside a multitude of mountains, but there really wasn't much interesting to see, so I put on the Brandenburg concertos on my mp3, and slept for 4 hours, and when I woke up, we had finally arrived in Randolph, 10mins south of downtown Boston.

So the hotel, well, not exactly what I was hoping for, but good enough nonetheless [I was hoping for a 5star hotel, but my parents are saving up for the vacation next year to Australia/India/China/Italy/Spain/Mexico/Greece/U.K./ or wherever]. So I walked into the Holiday Inn [(N)] and the first thing I heard was the delightful sound of Bostoners with ACCENTS. Yes, these people sound somewhere between rednecks, British people, and Canadians. It's quite amusing, but I wouldn't say that directly to them.

So now, I'm here, in room 115 on the main floor, sharing a room with my brother [we have separate queen size beds though], and I finally got my wi-fi set up, so I can blog this right now, and I'm waiting for supper, since the time is about right.

I must bid you adieu for now, for the day has been reviewed as much as possible for a simple drive through New England. I will keep you all posted for the duration of my trip here.

Until later,
jm

Another one drags on

And here we go...

A smile, flashed around,
given to those who worry,
but I know deep inside, that
they just rush and hurry
from one task to the next,
uncaring, without thought,
I sigh, depressed, at what
our dreary lives have wrought.
We move along at such a pace
that simple joys slip past,
we forget to think about
our life that passes by so fast.
For my smiles, given out
as easily as glances,
are returned by hateful looks,
stabbing me like lances.
I walk away, all alone,
for I have lost all faith
that humans can be kind,
they're more like an angry wraith,
which rips, tears, and leaves
no more than a shred,
now it's plain to see that
most of mankind should be dead.

Yeah, done for a while I guess... life is still kinda busy.

Until later,
jm

Just to let you know

Hey, this is just to let you all know that I have a second blog up, and I'm using it to help me along for the time being, and I'm sorry, but it's private [except for a few choice people].

So basically I'm saying that there is more holding me back from posting here, I will not let this blog go, but it will be quite slow for the time being.

All of it.... dissapearing, dying...

It's just been feeling like there have been to many... distractions... in life right now for me to keep up with my blog, I hope you understand. I made this poem one night...

It crashes down,
all around,
in the shadows,
without a sound.
We are all dying,
inside and out,
we take the pain,
without a shout.
For the truth, it seems,
can be suppressed,
despite us being
angry, depressed.
We don't need care,
we just push it deep,
so that our feelings,
it cannot reap.
Because we are
unable to believe,
reality drips like our
mind is a sieve.
Only when we truly
accept what's going on,
will we find a cure,
a shining new dawn.

And now I've got to leave, but I will try to keep up with posts, but I can't promise much.
jm

DANIEL

DANIEL MUST DIE!

HAPPY

Sorry for not posting recently, I'll catch up soon.

AND I'M SO FREAKING HAPPY! *HAPPY DANCE*