It's like below freezing

Starting from yesterday there's been a dramatic change in our weather pattern - it used to always be gorgeously sunny and warm, and now we're overcast with a 30% chance we've already frozen our balls off. Especially in the short time it took to reach a temperature like this, it feels like it's below freezing.

And yet there are three fucking happy mosquitoes living in my room right now.

They've been there since maybe a week or so after school started. Perhaps earlier, but I never noticed them until I finally heard their buzzing drone while trying to sleep one night. And since then I haven't been able to stop hearing them. I thought they must not like shutting up when they're hungry. The day after their discovery, I cornered one of them and had a good look at how he was doing. I observed that they were actually fed quite well, and the newfound itching around my body was there to prove it.

Naturally, I went all Rambo-like and tried to hunt down every last one of the offending parasites. They're freaking hard to catch. They probably ingested the awesomeness-cells found in my bloodstream and turned into some kind of Sonic X-men shit. I ended up having to get mommy to help me but she simply waved her hand and caught like three of them in one go. She's so good at killing bugs. I wish I had her Master Wu-Guei skills but I'm too scared shitless to kill or even touch them. =_=

I finally slept a peaceful night after that, but I didn't expect it to be so short-lived. They somehow returned the very next night, and in greater numbers - there were five of them that time. And that was only in my temp. bedroom. There were two in my old room and one in my bathroom on top of that. I'm finding mosquitoes everywhere, both dead and alive. I was freaked out. It reminded me of that movie 300 (or the les bos episode of South Park xD) where Leonidas owned those messengers down the bottomless pit, but a few escaped to tell the super-lesbo-boss what happened. Well, the super-lesbo-mosquito was sure as hell pissed and sent like ten of her best annoyances down to avenge her dead relatives. (Lol who knows, maybe they did come in generations.) They also seemed bigger and stronger than before. My mom and I took forever catching them one night, after a couple days of them thriving in my house and I could no longer take the suffering, and when we thought we had conquered the last of them, I would contently go to bed only to have the high-pitched whining return somehow.

They're driving me crazy, and though I've killed a good fifteen or so in the past couple of weeks, I still don't like the thought of touching them, and can only cope by knowing the inevitability that the weather is cooling and they'll stop bothering me until next spring. (I don't recall ever having a mosquito problem in this house before, though.) The past couple of days has made that knowledge much shakier than before, and the hope I had for the near future is now dread for the present. The temperature is dropping significantly and it seems like everyone is dying out except for these damn itchy-nipple makers. D<

It's like below freezing and they're still here. I've only counted five of them today, in total. Three of which are keeping me company as I type this right now (maybe more). I'm still gonna keep telling myself that one day, very soon, they'll start going away. But until I assert myself to continue getting rid of them, or my awesomeness-cell count goes down, the time that they're still here will still make my life hell until they leave.

LOL @Tammy

Adrienne celebrated her birthday today. Hope she has a great seventeenth year of life.

She took Tammy, Patricia, Billy and I out to Nagano Sushi. The girls started gossiping about some asian lg (whom I don't know) at Tammy's Chinese school.

Tammy: -blah blah blah- ...but I love her boots.
Everyone else: -looks at each other in flabbergast-
Jamie: Did you just say you loved her boobs?!
Tammy: What?! NO, her BOOTS.
Adrienne: -laughing to Jamie- That's what I thought she said too.
Patricia: Yeah she probably does love her boobs...
Tammy: But they're so nice! They're like that Indian style. =D
Everyone else: -stifle giggles-
Tammy: They're like the ones I have but they're better. It's like brown...
Everyone else: Hahahahaha! Indian and brown...
Tammy: =/ Um yeah, and they've got like those whiskers on them. *U*
Everyone else: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!1

E.l.f. Haul

This is what I mean when I say I'm TERRIBLE with money.

I think I ordered this mess of unnecessary beauty products like ten days ago from EyesLipsFace. Here's a list of all the crap I got (numbers correspond to labels in the picture if you enlarge it by clicking):

1. Shimmering Facial Whip
2. Eyeliner & Shadow Stick
3. Under Eye Concealer & Highlighter
4. Shielding Hydro Tint SPF 15
5. Perfect Tweezers
6 and 7. Brightening Eye Color
8. Complexion Brush
9. Cucumber Melon Body Butter
10. Mineral Eyeshadow Primer
11. Nourishing Cuticle Pen
12. Concealer Pencil & Brush
13. Water Resistant Liquid Eyeliner
14. Natural Lash Kit
15. Contouring Blush & Bronzing Powder

Holy shit.

So yeah, when my mom yelled up the stairs while I was taking a nap that I had received a package in the mail, I was so ecstatic that I strained my tired eyes to open and lumbered out of bed clumsily to fetch it from her. But when I opened everything up and did a small test run of all the products, I wasn't that super impressed with anything except the Blush & Bronzing Powder. I already knew I was going to love that one since I heard it was almost exactly like NARS Deep Throat and Laguna (which costs about $25-30 each), and I actually ordered two of those to stock up. =] I'm excited to try out the shadows, since I threw out most of the really bright colourful ones I own, and the new Eyeshadow Primer is finally a necessity I have for those shadows. I haven't opened up the Body Butter yet but I heard it smells really good. I think I'm gonna bring it to school and slather it on all the time since fall/winter is coming. The whole package cost around $40 I think, but it's not bad considering they make you pay like $15 on shipping alone. It's outrageous but I guess that's what you get for living with polar bears up here in Canada.

And on a completely separate-but-not-really note:
I'm laughing aloud as I type this now... Is anyone going to want to read posts about makeup? I don't think these kind of posts are going to make people laugh, vomit, or blow up. And it's gonna suck of people don't care enough to keep reading. idk, I'm torn between the fact that the blog is personal and the fact that I'm writing for people to actually read it. =/ If you have any opinions, whether or not raging, you should tell me what to write about. =]

The bestest day in a long time

It's almost 2am and I have to wake up early tomorrow for work but I made a promise to myself that I will blog about this now, so the euphoria of a great day's past would have yet faded into meh-ness.

I spent the former portion of the afternoon with my parents. After a stressful first week of school, I was more than ready to sit back and let somebody else take the bill for once. And my beloved mommy and daddy did - they took me shopping. =D It's kind of sad but I was ecstatic when they finally bought me a set of tupperware and a new thermos for tea. =/ Maybe it was just because it was from Ikea? Nah, that just made it a bonus... So after getting lost a million times and looking at their different jams and eating a truckload of fifty-cent hot dogs, I had to end the fun by going to work. Or at least I thought I did.

I worked on floor, cleaning theatres with Steph. I first realized my pessimistic attitude would turn around when I realized I was working with her. We talked about Band and Mr. Cho and bitched about who-knows-what. It was a relatively slow night, and we had a lot of time to just relax and walk around and chat with a bunch of people who were working as well.

But things were still exciting since most of our movies were 18A and hordes among horeds of underaged tweeners kept running around and trying to get into theatres they weren't allowed in. Amusing for us, since we always had the pleasure of catching them and kicking them out. It's not something I'd normally be comfortable doing. Going into a theatre mid-show and causing a big scene, disrupting the movie for everyone is not always a prideful duty. And big surprise, Ali proved to be our antagonistic comedy-relief of the night. He was ushering people into the theatres and he claimed a group of five kids ran into Final Destination when they had tickets for The Ugly Truth. Steph and I met up with Angela and we offered to cover Ali's post so he could walk them out, but he said
"Noo I don't want to kick people out. You guys do it." Okay.
So the three of us went into the theatre, looked around, and realized we didn't know what the heck these kids looked like, especially since everyone had their 3D glasses on. We walked back out and shoved Ali into the theatre. He came out and said
"Those kids are sitting in the top left corner. They're all sitting together so you can kick them out now. =D" Okay.
So the three of us went into the theatre, saw a group of kids sitting in the top left corner, and Angela and Steph trailed me with cautious giggles as I ascended the stairs and spoke to them.
"Hey, do you guys have your tickets on you?"
"Uhh yeah. Is there a problem?" It was an adult woman's voice.
"Ohhhhh.... um, so you're with those kids, right?" I gestured towards the curious looks of young children to her right.
"Yes. I was with them since we came in." We got the wrong people.
"Whoa, wtf those kids just ran down the stairs!" Steph whispered. And we all turned to see five kids burst down the stairs from the top right corner of the theatre. Peals of giggles erupted from her and Angela as they ran after them. I walked with my head hung in embarrassment, muttering apologies, for myself and the loud laughter and Ali's stupidity. Great.

After my break, Steph and I spent the remainder of the night cleaning ten theatres straight, one after the other. And most of the theatres were packed, with more disobedient underagers here and there, but we no longer participated in their consequences. Basically, we picked up garbage for a whole two hours, except we used no garbage bags. I was incredulous as Steph crouched down and placed every last piece of trash under the seats, so that they neatly fit without being seen. But it worked, beautifully, and we carried the same garbage bag around as if we always had a new one to spare. Added to this innovation, we found bag after bag of candy in the theatres, and we spent maybe a couple minutes after finding each bag just pigging out. It was a super bonus I never find during any other shift. But tonight proved to be super special so it makes sense. =]

Steph and I were given mutual duties after cleaning that were so incredibly easy that we finished an hour before our shifts were over. So to pass the time, we sat around in the pop-room eating candy and pretending to set more garbage bags. Other people from floor started drifting in and soon Mike came over. He sat beside me and started bragging to me about his finding in the theatre.
"Hey I've got a girl-lighter now. =D You know how it's a girl-lighter?"
"How..." And he takes it out of his pocket to show me, and for a second, it became the one thing I desired more than anything.




"=OOOOOOOOOO!!!1!!11!" was my reaction.








"Look how else it can light." And he turns it over and shines a Bat-signal-but-better sign against my hand and my heart was melting for it but I knew he wouldn't give it to me. He eventually did fork it over, heaven-knows-why, but only after a great deal of whining on my part and correctly guessing the color of Flower Cat's bow when he offered the lighter for the answer.

And that was the perfect end to a perfect day.

I'll be hoping for another as soon as possible.

Just can't let it go

Today I learned that the most sensitive depths of ones tolerance can be put to the test in the addition of a previously unknown truth about someone. As human beings, we're all prone to negative thoughts in our imminent prejudgements towards other human beings, but the determining factor in ones level of tolerance actually relies on whether one can refrain from expressing those thoughts. After all, tolerance in modern society seems to mean only that one can pretend to enjoy someones company even after finding out something potentially displeasing to him/her. It's the ability to control ones expression of emotion, which goes beyond the subject of tolerance, but ties in on the visual scale, which is all people really care about. It may not be a dictionary definition, but it's apparent EYE-ARR-ELLE. If you think about it, it really is.

Today I learned that I'm not a very tolerant person.

We had our first school assembly today after B Block, and like pretty much every grade 12 who is not a link leader and/or a loser, I high-tailed along with Michelle, Anthony, and Dickson as soon as we were allowed to quietly march in uniform steps to the gymnasium for slaughter by boredon. We walked over to Starbucks under the peculiarly nice weather and sat 'round a round table to bring forth insightful and heartfelt conversations on life. Like most subjects we encountered in our dialogue, Anthony recited to the last detail on each of his groundbreaking ideas on our futures after graduation. Michelle and Dickson remained quiet the whole time and I, as always, argued heatedly against Anthony after every opinion he stated. A part of our conversation went something like this:

Jamie: Geez I bet you're also the only person who's gonna move out right away too. Why would you want to move in with your brother anyway?

Anthony: Well... why not? I get away from my parents, and it's cheap since I just share the rent with my brother.

Jamie: Because there's no reason for you to move out! Why do you need to get away from your parents anyways? It's not like you don't go home to them every day right now. There's nothing wrong with them. =/

Anthony: Actually, the thing about them is... They say that it would be awkward for me to have sex at their house.

And the shit hits the fan.

The overall reaction at our table to that statement seemed to happen in slow-motion, like one of those Lotto 6/49 ads on TV. I felt the skin around my eyelids stretch as they grew to 20x their normal size. My jaw ached as a cement block took its place and fell with a thud onto the tiles. I saw Michelle awaken from her social slumber as she rose to look in the very moment when Dickson's face scrunched into a paper ball as he burst out laughing. It cued my laughter as well, but it seemed to happen in half-time, as if nothing this funny has ever come along in my lifetime, and it was a moment to be lived slowly. Jackpot. It really did feel like winning the lottery.

Up to this point, one may imagine this as a complete overkill of a reaction to a seemingly-reasonable response. But one would only think that if he/she possessed virgin eyes to Anthony's face and stature. Just saying, he looks like Gretchen from Recess or upon closer inspection, his face is like a banana. It was the way the shock of it hit me: A guy like Anthony talking about this as if he expects to be an expert with the ladies by graduation. Yup, its absurdity was just that extreme.

And if it wasn't that extreme, then God help me because it would no longer be a lack of tolerance I possess. I'd just be cruel.

P.S., I'm just kidding Anthony you are very attractive. Hur hur hur. =D

Grad Year: The beginning of the end

I think this year was the first in which I did not feel the least bit of excitement upon my return to school. And how could I be surprised, things were no different than they were before, at the end of last year.

It was almost like summer never happened, and time had stopped itself the moment school ended, and then began again, exactly where it left off, two months and three weeks later. It really felt like it. During those two months and three weeks, I didn't care all that much for the time. I wasn't constantly pushing the hands on the clock to go forward a little faster. I was on the same side that the time was on for once.

I guess I can't mean that in all complete honestly. Summer school was one of the worst, most villainous hurdles to crawl around in my recent life. But it was short. It didn't seem short while it was raping me down the throat with no. 2 pencils, but it is over now, and as I'm typing this I realize that it is all I can say. It was a heartbreaking waste of my summer, and that's all I'll leave it at for now. Let me age this sour memory, and if it sweetens over time, I will recollect with a kinder mindset. =]

The latter portion of summer was spent trying to make up for lost work hours and sleep hours. But time with my friends and purchases were peppered into every week. I had a great time during the second half of August, but I felt indifferent when it drew to a close, as if I never deserved the time off anyway. It was simply the end of the summer-long pause that imminently dawned closer. I realized I never fully relaxed enough to miss the summer when time would begin again in September, but I'm ready now that school continues once more, as if the monotonous journey through high school never ceased.

I'll live through the next ten months with a hopeful mind, however. If I don't pass every course with flying colours, if I don't get the highest scholarship to university, if I don't break records with my GPA, I'm counting on this year to be more eventful than all the others. I'm counting on my grad year to be the most memorable, treasured year of my teenhood. Fingers crossed on a fantastic ten-month party to come! =D