I’m right up there to win the worst blogger award, methinks. This is, what, the fifth time I’ve said I would blog daily, only to give it up after a couple days? I suppose I have excuses this time–work overload–but really, I feel bad whenever I neglect this. It’s my homepage for that very reason. Every day I look at it, see it’s not updated, and a little twinge of guilt creeps up on me. Only, we’ve been raised as a generation immune to such trivial things as emotions, and I ignore it and get on with my day.

Not anymore, says I! I need to keep up with this. I want to keep up with this. I need something to keep me sane these days, there’s too much crap going on in the world, and somewhere to talk it all out with myself–or my faithful visitor(s)–is something I really, really want to have.

So here we are again. The twentieth of November. Only 35 days or so until Christmas and, quite frankly, I’m already in the spirit.

I love Christmas. It’s such a great time of year, everybody is happy, smiling, giving gifts, what have you. That’s not to say it’s not without its criticisms, I just think that the end of December is the happiest time of the year. It’s also the time of the year where I suddenly start itching to bake. Once I’ve got time again, I’ll probably start stocking up my pantry, because everything is going to start being sold out sooner, rather than later.

Today in Business, the girls decided that the five of us should have a secret santa. I’m a little hesitant about something like that–I have bad luck with them–but they decided to just make it so everybody buys for everybody, just something small and funny. We decided on a max of five dollars, to just go to the dollar store and pick out stupid little gifts. I hope they aren’t expecting much more than toilet plungers, cause that’s all they’re getting.

Alright, so drama at school. What else is new?

I was about to post this blog when I saw that I had two “drafts”–that is, unposted blogs, so I was a little confused. I looked at the one and basically grew extremely concerned for myself. It was a very angry blog. Very angry. I had honestly forgotten I had been that upset about something a few weeks back (the event shall remain nameless for the privacy of the culprits), but it’s basically happening all over again now, just with different people at the butt end of it all.

I’m so glad that this is my last year here. I had so much fun, I met so many great people… but I also had absolutely no fun, and met some very inconsiderate people, and they’re the ones I would have least expected to be saying that about, even just a few short months ago.

I’ve basically resolved to the fact that I can’t change things, no matter how much I’m led to believe otherwise. I’ve always been the mediator in drama, but I’m just fed up with it now. If people want to be catty about catty things, I say let them be catty.

I can’t wait to start sending out university applications. I’m thinking of applying to one in Alaska. That way, I can kill two birds with one stone: a) meet Sarah Palin, and b) get away from some people.

So my sleep cycle is completely twisted–I’ve been napping from 4-6, and then still going to bed at 10ish the past few days, meaning I’m getting absolutely nothing done at all, and it’s starting to worry me. I’ve been cracking down on some major assignments I have, as well as my NaNo… I’m just being bogged down, but I prefer this feeling to having nothing to do. I’ve not been having much fun at school lately, so it’s nice to come home and have some stuff to work on to pass the time.

I just need to stop napping.

I’ll blog more tomorrow, but I’ll leave you with the prologue to my NaNo.

April, 2469

The sky was calm that morning, out of breath from the previous night’s storm. It had a dull gray colouring to it, cloudless, but the sun was still struggling to be seen. Despite this, the people were out in groves, crowded around the small section of the wharf that had been closed off for months. Dressed in overcoats, shawls, and gloves, the people stood, waiting, as they had done for many days now. ‘Today is the day,’ the papers had said, something it had been hinting at in its more recent editions, so the crowd was larger today.

“Nothing’s going to happen,” a particularly pessimistic face in the crowd pointed out, loud enough to garner hisses from the more devout followers of the endeavor. “They’re not even half-way done yet, I suspect,” his voice then rose, “just a scam cooked up by the crooked captain.”

Another man’s voice broke the sudden sound of shouts. “Captain Everard has done more for the industry than anyone before—don’t you dare be callin’ the Captain crooked.”

“Ah, stuff it up your backside,” the pessimistic man shot back, which garnered a louder boom of shouts from the crowd.

“Gladly,” he responded, and once again breaking through the noise was a loud roar, and a shout for assistance. In a matter of seconds, a brawl had broken out on the docks. Women and children were running for safety, while men who were more brave chose to join in.

The authorities patrolling the docks immediately became involved, firing their guns into the air to break up the crowd, but little could be done. It was only when the sounds of an engine revving up that heads turned. The men stopped their fighting, watching the sight. The ship docked in the wharf—the word Diane engraved into its stern—began moving, but not in its typical direction.

Diane moved skywards, from its docking in the water. Sure, it was primitive, but it was a breakthrough. Captain Everard and her team of scientists had finally managed to prove that ships were meant to be airborne, that they were meant to fly.

However, all technological breakthroughs have their flaws, which was quickly noticed by the onlookers from the dock. While the ship was floating for a few brief seconds, it could hardly stay up long enough for a proper takeoff.

As if on cue, the ship fell to the water, and a loud explosion rang through the fishery district. Equipment in the ship was short-circuiting from the sudden contact with the water. On the deck of the ship, nervous faces could be seen as fire broke out just above the waterline. Authorities began putting it out.

But Captain Winifred Everard was not one to give up. She was a pioneer of the airships, the mother of the sailing industry. And standing at the wheel on the deck, she stared ahead, stoic in her pose. Nothing—nothing in the world, or in the other Worlds—would stop her from achieving the goal. The Diane may have been a failure, but there were many more where that came from.

Hope you like it. 

Sorry about the lack of updates this weekend, I was rather busy. Saturday I was working on my NaNo story all day, and I was gone for most of Sunday, and that’s where this story begins:

We were going to see We Will Rock You–me, my friend, her mom, and her sister. So around 12:30 they pick me up for the show at two. We were going up to Toronto (45 minutes away, usually) from where we live. It was a little awkward, there was some drama, but it was an uneventful trip… until we get into Toronto. Literally into Toronto, off the highway, going to the mall where we were going to park… and her mom realizes she forgot the tickets!

We sped back to Oshawa, making amazing time, but it wasn’t enough: we got back late. It obviously sucks, but we decided to make the best of it, and went to the mall for the day. That itself was uneventful–since the Yorkdale Mall is pretty lame, but I did buy a book and a talking Ferb stuffed doll (from Phineas and Ferb). It’s hilarious. The girls at school think I’m a dork, but dangit, it’s amazing.

After shopping, we went to the Rainforest Cafe for dinner. I’ve heard from quite a few people it’s… alright. Not the best, but it’s a pretty cool “experience”. As it turns out, we got the greatest waitress on the face of the planet. The first thing she says to me: “Oh my god, I so want to braid your hair right now.” Later  on, as we’re ordering drinks, my friend’s little sister said I’m shy. So the waitress gave me a hug. Randomly.

Wow, I was embarrassed… but she was still a really good waitress–my friend’s mom gave her a thirty dollar tip. It was pretty crazy.

Sorry about not blogging yesterday, it was a fairly hectic evening, between napping and buying a Halloween costume.

So, happy Halloween everybody! By far, this is my favourite commercialized occasion in order to get free candy from strangers. I just love the whole atmosphere, but some of the people who don’t annoy me a bit. If people want to dress up, let them. At my school, there’s a group of people who do dress up, and then there’s those who insult the ones who do.

I’m please to say, though, that more people dressed up this year than usual, it’s really great to see. A lot of teachers dressed up, as usual, but there were truckloads of students who did. I did. My mother seemed surprised that I did, saying she thought I was “above that”… WELL, MOM… I’ve only dressed up for the past four years of highschool.

All in all, it was a good day, and I got my piece of candy corn.

Now starts me next problem: I have a project due on the 15th of November, which I need to balance along with my Writer’s Craft anthology, as well as NaNo.

Alright, sleep cycle. You’ve had your fun, and now it’s time to completely screw you up.

I woke up angry this morning. I don’t even know why… it was kind of interesting. I woke up at my normal time, did my normal waking up routine (i.e., not getting up), but I was pissed off. Nobody had done anything, nobody had provoked me, I was just sick and tired of waking up in the morning, of going to school, or the same old thing every day… and we’re only two months into school.

It was surprising. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that, yeah, I’m going to be doing this for at least 5 more years, and I’ve never felt as… strange as I did this morning. It’s just getting boring to me.

This is a short entry, but they’ll get better.

Two days ’til NaNo. Whee! I don’t even have a shred of a plot yet!

This is an open letter to all those grade nines out there who think they’re cool, to all of them who think they’re better than their teachers, their school, and the students who are older than them.

We don’t like you. We don’t think you’re clever, smart, intelligence, funny, better than us, or any of that. You’re the spawn of the earth, and we don’t like you.

You think you can walk around the school as if you run it. Newsflash! You don’t. You run nothing in our school. Would you like to know why? Because you’re new here. We grade 12s, we grade 11s, we grade 10s… we’ve been here longer than you. We know the teachers, the ways around, and all there is to know about our lovely (cough) school.

Last I checked, I was older than you. That also means I’m bigger than you, smarter than you, and in most cases, I’m a better person than you. Why? I don’t walk around making fun of the autistic kids in our school. I don’t laugh at them, I don’t whisper “what the fuck was the retard doing?” after they pass. It’s called respect, and it’s something you’re going to have to learn over the next four years, because once you leave those doors, on to bigger and better things, acting like you run the business when you’re just a cashier or a fry cook gets you fired.

If you think reducing a new teacher to tears is fun, then you need to get your priorities checked. These people are not here because they’re being forced to teach, they teach because they want to help students, and this  is how you repay them? Being idiots in their classrooms, walking out, acting like a smart ass? Who the hell do you think you are? You’re 14 years old, for Pete’s sake! You’re barely out of diapers! You don’t run anything, and you should stop acting like you do.

Just think about it.

(I was inspired to write this by my co-op teacher today, who said that in every bad bunch of kids, there’s at least one good one, and that’s the reason they do what they do. I don’t mean anything by this, and I’m not attacking anybody personally, obviously.)

Okay.

I’ve said this how many times before… 3? 4?

But this time I mean it.

I swear on punishment of my laptop crashing that I will blog once a day.

Why am I renewing this promise today? Of all days, the ones where I purposefully avoided looking at this site, or else I’d feel obligated to blog?

I’ll tell you why.

I was looking in my school’s agenda today, searching for something to prove myself right (as always), and stumbled upon a section called “Internet Safety”. That got my ninnies in a knot, because obviously I’m not the most reclusive person on the interwebs. One of the pages suggested Googling yourself. Your name. So, I did that. As it just so happens, I was number one on the list–my AllRecipes account. Number two was my Facebook. Further down on the list was one of my recaps I did for Canada’s Next Top Model for a site I wrote for a few years back. The agenda said to make sure nothing embarrassing was there, because cyber bullying is such a huge deal.

Okay. Allrecipes. No big deal. Facebook, so what? Canada’s Next Top Model? Yeah, people could insult me for that, but I really don’t care.

Now, you might be wondering where the point of this blog is, it’s in the next part of the agenda, involving a young girl’s online blog. Much like this one. Something she said got around, and her principal spoke to her about it. This really grinded my gears. I don’t think anybody has any authority what somebody chooses to post on the web, especially not a school. I’m sorry. If somebody insults a school, it’s their right.

So I wanted to issue a little challenge to myself. I want to see if I can push the envelope a little bit, I want to get people I know personally… to talk. I’ve run many blogs over the years. Only my good friends and online people would know the links, but this one is different. People are reading this one, even if the comments show otherwise. I’ve had people I didn’t think were reading this talk to me about it, I just want to see who is reading.

So, people of the world, if you’re out there, make your voice known. Post a comment. Let me know what you think of my opinions. I’m not holding back, and I don’t expect you to either. If you think I’m a jackass, I’d like to hear it. If you think I should be put into an insane asylum, good on you.

I just want to be heard. That’s something everybody wants. In fact, I’m so riled up right now, I’m considering posting my URL around the school. Wouldn’t that be rich? Or stupid. I’m thinking the latter

The promise was broken already! I’m sorry about not blogging yesterday, I was feeling sick so I ended up going to bed before my usual blogging hour.

I really don’t know what to blog about today, since I only went for first period, then went home sick. In Writer’s Craft, we went to the elementary school down the street to work on our children’s book, which is due next Friday. Today was extremely important in the regard that it’s our last visit, so we needed to collect any pictures our youngin’s had made for us… and my little girl was absent.

I’m not terribly upset, since I did have a lot of what I needed, but one of my friends was away at the University of Ottawa tour, so I helped with her partner just to get everything ready. It was a little awkward, but it was funny. They’re grade 1/2 students, so they’re not really accustomed to working with the opposite gender–boys have cooties, y’know–and the educational assistant in their class (they had a supply teacher) was surprised that she was working with a boy (me!). My partner is a girl, yes, but she’s openly told me she’d rather be working with a girl.

Oh, the bluntness of chilluns.

I’m now going to blog every day. I don’t want to see this thing go to waste, because my mother would have my head. Okay. So what to blog about?

Yesterday was my LOSSA tennis tournament. We lost both our matches, but you know what? We did well, considering I’ve only been playing for four months, and my partner for only one. She was really upset after we lost the first match 13-0, but I thought that was good. Nobody else believes me, but think about it this way: we only played thirteen games, whereas other teams played 20+, we held them off really well defensively, it was our offence that really needed help… but maybe I’m just an optomist.

Scratch that, I am definitely an optomist.

I think that I would enter another tournament in the future, but maybe find a different doubles partner. Nothing against my current one, but somebody who is actually into tennis would be nice, especially if I get serious about it. I mean, I love to play. I would take any opportunity to play it if I could, unfortunately I don’t really have the schedule for that.

But with university next year, it should open up. Aside from homework and a potential job, I would have little to do outside of school, and an hour or two a day for a few months wouldn’t kill anybody. A good way to lose weight (let’s not get started on that one).

I’d also like to thank everybody who sent me some good luck for the tournament, too. <3 Greatly appreciated.