Ah, Christmas in Alberta.
You know, it's probably one of the better places to have Christmas.
As much as I dislike the cold, it really lacks in Christmas-ness when there is no snow...
Regardless.
Accomplishments of this week (so far):
- Watched Thumbelina (highlight of my week, almost better than Christmas.)
- Gotten pretty presents from my boyfriend/best friend
- Watched a frustratingly cheesy and undeniably awesome musical with Hannah and Kaylie
- Spent many an hour on Wii fit trying to be not fat for when I go back to dance
- Sang a lot
- Bugged Ryan
- Gone Christmas shopping
Actually, I thought that list was going to be a lot shorter and more interesting than it was.
Bizarre Thought Du Jour:
If you die in a motorcycle accident, but you really like motorcycles, will you have motorcycles in heaven?
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Tout c'que je veux...
La paix, dans la monde
Et mon coeur
Et dans ma famille...
Does anyone remember that song?
Musical awesome.
From Kidnergarten on.
So, I love Christmas. I love the lights, and the trees, and the lights on the trees, and the cookies (although I am eating too many of them), and the boyfriends by the trees with lights on them, and the presents under the trees by the boyfriends with lights on them (the trees, not the boyfriends), and the lazy fatness, and the things like that. And the Christmas carols, and movies, and time for painting again, as well as watching How I Met Your Mother online non-stop, and the return of the sisters, and the fairy doll Katie gave me, and how my bangs are starting to look less funny for the holidays. Did I mention the cookies? Om, nom, nom...
Also, did I mention how much I agree with Rachel Schneider's blog about stupid people? Lately, Rachel Schneider and I have been increasingly bitter towards a large portion of the world. This is a product of the catalyst called 'Chemistry', a reaction that should be averted at all times. You see, our teacher drives us crazy. So does the world. Astrid agrees with us. (So we MUST be right.) When she is the communist leader of Cuba, she will use her worldly influence and her nuclear weapons (which she will have attained through non-chemical ways) to abolish chemistry from the curriculums, school boards, minds, and hearts of this dreary population. It is going to happen.
But that doesn't matter. Well, it does.
But more to the point:
Christmas.
Last night, there was an Abe Music Christmas Party. Needless to say, it was awesome.
Today, I put in my contacts without them pinching or poking or dancing in my eye. Needless to say, they too are feeling the Christmas spirit.
Also, I vacuumed my room for what seems like the first time in about a year. Needless to say, that's gross, but I'm still alive, therefore proving the point that cleanliness is NOT next to godliness, and really just not all it's cracked up to be. What-EVER.
Anyways. It is far too late for such a senior citizen as me, but I figured I owed it to the 3 possibly 4 people who read my blog to do an update. Go me.
Also, Go Team. Also, Go Ryan, because he's funny.
(5 days and 1 hour.)
Et mon coeur
Et dans ma famille...
Does anyone remember that song?
Musical awesome.
From Kidnergarten on.
So, I love Christmas. I love the lights, and the trees, and the lights on the trees, and the cookies (although I am eating too many of them), and the boyfriends by the trees with lights on them, and the presents under the trees by the boyfriends with lights on them (the trees, not the boyfriends), and the lazy fatness, and the things like that. And the Christmas carols, and movies, and time for painting again, as well as watching How I Met Your Mother online non-stop, and the return of the sisters, and the fairy doll Katie gave me, and how my bangs are starting to look less funny for the holidays. Did I mention the cookies? Om, nom, nom...
Also, did I mention how much I agree with Rachel Schneider's blog about stupid people? Lately, Rachel Schneider and I have been increasingly bitter towards a large portion of the world. This is a product of the catalyst called 'Chemistry', a reaction that should be averted at all times. You see, our teacher drives us crazy. So does the world. Astrid agrees with us. (So we MUST be right.) When she is the communist leader of Cuba, she will use her worldly influence and her nuclear weapons (which she will have attained through non-chemical ways) to abolish chemistry from the curriculums, school boards, minds, and hearts of this dreary population. It is going to happen.
But that doesn't matter. Well, it does.
But more to the point:
Christmas.
Last night, there was an Abe Music Christmas Party. Needless to say, it was awesome.
Today, I put in my contacts without them pinching or poking or dancing in my eye. Needless to say, they too are feeling the Christmas spirit.
Also, I vacuumed my room for what seems like the first time in about a year. Needless to say, that's gross, but I'm still alive, therefore proving the point that cleanliness is NOT next to godliness, and really just not all it's cracked up to be. What-EVER.
Anyways. It is far too late for such a senior citizen as me, but I figured I owed it to the 3 possibly 4 people who read my blog to do an update. Go me.
Also, Go Team. Also, Go Ryan, because he's funny.
(5 days and 1 hour.)
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Nuage
Reason # 43:
Because when you think I can't see you looking at me, I can. And it makes me feel wonderful.
Because when you think I can't see you looking at me, I can. And it makes me feel wonderful.
Sunday, December 06, 2009
La vie d'un glacon...
It's cold outside.
But it's NOT miserable.
Now, I hate being cold. It is like, the thing I hate most in this world, other than monkeys, chemistry teachers who do not set good examples, chemistry finals set by chemistry teachers who do net set good examples, and people who start their cars 10 minutes before they get in them just so that they will not have to suffer to agony of sitting in a cold car for tops, 2 minutes, and who are thus setting bad examples.
As I am on this topic, like, What The Hell. I cannot believe my chemistry teacher would tell us to remind him to go start his car when there was 10 minutes left in the period. People who do this are completely ignorant, self-absorbed, and generally smelly in a general sort of way. Especially people who, under further questioning, conclude that they do so because "They don't care." Rachel Schneider, I told my father about this incident and how everyone thought we were being unbelievably anal, and how Kieran told us that it was bad for the car to start it in cold weather and immediately drive it. Well, guess what, world, my father the mechanical engineer says NOT.
So you know what, world? SHUT OFF YOUR ENGINES.
(But not your furnaces. It is cold in this house.)
I have to admit, though, it is not that miserable outside- it is sunshining and sparkling and as long as I am not out IN the snow, I really have no qualms with it. What I am having repeated difficulties is this: recently, I was bored and decided, while watching How I Met Your Mother online, to doodle complex and haphazard motifs on my keyboard where my hand would rest while I am typing. Now, everytime I am typing, I get pen on me. This is ridiculous, especially because I have no Kleenex in my room to wipe it off with, because I ran out of Kleenex about 2 months ago.
The repetitive story of Kleenex boxes in Lyndsay's room:
- Dire need for Kleenex (i.e. more than half of my face covered in mascara, my arm is physically separated from my body and I need to stem the blood until the time that platelets aka thrombocytes react with thrombin, Ca ions, and vitamin K to produce fibrin threads over my open wound and catch erythrocytes and bacteria in its web and commence clotting. Go Biology.)
- Theft of Kleenex box from another part of the house
-Happy usage of aforementioned Kleenex for about a week
-Run out of Kleenex
-First reminder to fetch a new box: ignored
-Second reminder to fetch a new box: ignored
-Third reminder to fetch a new box: evaded
-Dire need for Kleenex
And that is how it goes.
My current pet peeve: PEOPLE COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW BUSY THEY ARE. Unless they legitimitely are, in which case I whine with them , instead of at them. Because I AM way too busy right now, under a lot of stress physically/emotionally/mentally, and am going insane. Like this conversation I had.
Lyndsay: No, I was just way too busy for this past month, I'm kind of glad I didn't do it.
Unnamed Unspeakable: I know what you mean! Same for me a few years ago.
Lyndsay: (Curses and judges U.U in her mind because she knows this is a lie. I have always disliked you, U.U)
Unless you dance or do other physical activities every day after school, are in grade 10 piano (which you may be skivving off of because YOU DONT HAVE TIME) as well as sing, come home and do homework until midnight because you have two sciences, english ap and social studies in french this semester, and then wake up at 6:00 am, and then not get to sleep in for the past 2 months even on weekends, STOP COMPLAINING.
Yes, I am a nasty, grumpy, terrible person.
Happy Holidays.
(Oh, GOD, soon, soon...)
But it's NOT miserable.
Now, I hate being cold. It is like, the thing I hate most in this world, other than monkeys, chemistry teachers who do not set good examples, chemistry finals set by chemistry teachers who do net set good examples, and people who start their cars 10 minutes before they get in them just so that they will not have to suffer to agony of sitting in a cold car for tops, 2 minutes, and who are thus setting bad examples.
As I am on this topic, like, What The Hell. I cannot believe my chemistry teacher would tell us to remind him to go start his car when there was 10 minutes left in the period. People who do this are completely ignorant, self-absorbed, and generally smelly in a general sort of way. Especially people who, under further questioning, conclude that they do so because "They don't care." Rachel Schneider, I told my father about this incident and how everyone thought we were being unbelievably anal, and how Kieran told us that it was bad for the car to start it in cold weather and immediately drive it. Well, guess what, world, my father the mechanical engineer says NOT.
So you know what, world? SHUT OFF YOUR ENGINES.
(But not your furnaces. It is cold in this house.)
I have to admit, though, it is not that miserable outside- it is sunshining and sparkling and as long as I am not out IN the snow, I really have no qualms with it. What I am having repeated difficulties is this: recently, I was bored and decided, while watching How I Met Your Mother online, to doodle complex and haphazard motifs on my keyboard where my hand would rest while I am typing. Now, everytime I am typing, I get pen on me. This is ridiculous, especially because I have no Kleenex in my room to wipe it off with, because I ran out of Kleenex about 2 months ago.
The repetitive story of Kleenex boxes in Lyndsay's room:
- Dire need for Kleenex (i.e. more than half of my face covered in mascara, my arm is physically separated from my body and I need to stem the blood until the time that platelets aka thrombocytes react with thrombin, Ca ions, and vitamin K to produce fibrin threads over my open wound and catch erythrocytes and bacteria in its web and commence clotting. Go Biology.)
- Theft of Kleenex box from another part of the house
-Happy usage of aforementioned Kleenex for about a week
-Run out of Kleenex
-First reminder to fetch a new box: ignored
-Second reminder to fetch a new box: ignored
-Third reminder to fetch a new box: evaded
-Dire need for Kleenex
And that is how it goes.
My current pet peeve: PEOPLE COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW BUSY THEY ARE. Unless they legitimitely are, in which case I whine with them , instead of at them. Because I AM way too busy right now, under a lot of stress physically/emotionally/mentally, and am going insane. Like this conversation I had.
Lyndsay: No, I was just way too busy for this past month, I'm kind of glad I didn't do it.
Unnamed Unspeakable: I know what you mean! Same for me a few years ago.
Lyndsay: (Curses and judges U.U in her mind because she knows this is a lie. I have always disliked you, U.U)
Unless you dance or do other physical activities every day after school, are in grade 10 piano (which you may be skivving off of because YOU DONT HAVE TIME) as well as sing, come home and do homework until midnight because you have two sciences, english ap and social studies in french this semester, and then wake up at 6:00 am, and then not get to sleep in for the past 2 months even on weekends, STOP COMPLAINING.
Yes, I am a nasty, grumpy, terrible person.
Happy Holidays.
(Oh, GOD, soon, soon...)
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Je ne peux pas voir la lumiere.
Today:
I'm not afraid of anything.
To you, and you, and you you, and you...
:I love you.
:I miss you.
:You're driving everyone crazy.
:I wish I was more like you.
:I can't make myself a hypocrite.
:You are a spectacular friend.
:I wish I knew you a little better, could relate to you a little more.
:I wish I didn't, but I do.
I'm not afraid of anything.
To you, and you, and you you, and you...
:I love you.
:I miss you.
:You're driving everyone crazy.
:I wish I was more like you.
:I can't make myself a hypocrite.
:You are a spectacular friend.
:I wish I knew you a little better, could relate to you a little more.
:I wish I didn't, but I do.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
La pluie au planete
Sometime, I would like to hear you say my name with the same reverance-
To admire one of my distinct qualities
That You Don't See
you're not looking
To admire one of my distinct qualities
That You Don't See
you're not looking
Monday, November 23, 2009
Meme les artichauds ont des coeurs...
The most beautiful and overwhelming feeling in the world;
So much emotion over a period of so little time.
Ah, and time, that beautiful, terrible thing.
And friends, those wonderful, wonderful, smiling eyes and hearts.
And songs, and families, curly hair.
I used to look just like her.
I don't like cheese, I don't like pity, because I had such a stunningly impassioned weekend, both with good and bad, epiphanic and inspirational and crashing.
To a choir that used to be tone deaf; let us forge through our new-found pitch together, with ease and without hesitation. Also, let me thank you for having one of the most beautiful experiences I will ever have with music, with life, and with people that matter. I can't describe the feeling of 60-some voices rushing over me from widened smiles, and if you were judging me for doing such a terrible job, for hiding it. Maybe it wasn't that big a deal for you, but for the ten minutes I was conducting that 1 overwhelmingly intense song, I felt like I was amidst some sort of heavenly, heavenly storm. Of perfectly joyous and heart-breaking sound.
I used to look just like her.
My friends are beautiful.
I miss something that I don't recognize.
So much emotion over a period of so little time.
Ah, and time, that beautiful, terrible thing.
And friends, those wonderful, wonderful, smiling eyes and hearts.
And songs, and families, curly hair.
I used to look just like her.
I don't like cheese, I don't like pity, because I had such a stunningly impassioned weekend, both with good and bad, epiphanic and inspirational and crashing.
To a choir that used to be tone deaf; let us forge through our new-found pitch together, with ease and without hesitation. Also, let me thank you for having one of the most beautiful experiences I will ever have with music, with life, and with people that matter. I can't describe the feeling of 60-some voices rushing over me from widened smiles, and if you were judging me for doing such a terrible job, for hiding it. Maybe it wasn't that big a deal for you, but for the ten minutes I was conducting that 1 overwhelmingly intense song, I felt like I was amidst some sort of heavenly, heavenly storm. Of perfectly joyous and heart-breaking sound.
I used to look just like her.
My friends are beautiful.
I miss something that I don't recognize.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
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