J'aime chanter.

a) Distance does make the heart grow fonder: I am distancing myself from my Toblerone bar. I want it even more. With all of my being.
b) I am guilty of treason. Not high treason. Just self-treason. What?
c) Musical theater > Math
d) Math > French
e) Somewhere, over the rainbow.
Way up high.

Les chansons tristes et les souris bruillants

Nighttime falls, outside your sleepless window

I just wanna be with you

Feel your breath, bittersweet

On my back

If we can hold on 

Along this winter road

If we can stay strong

Through these storms

Then I'll know, which way to go

I'll follow you

Just like the moon

Follows the sun

On restless nights

I'm just sayin'

Why don't we go dancing?

I just wanna be with you

Let go, of your hesitations

Hold me, in your arms

If we can hold on 

Along this winter road

If we can stay strong

Through these storms

Then I'll know, which way to go

I'll follow you

Just like the moon

Follows the sun

On restless nights

'cause if your heart is hurting

And you're turning away

And you're saying, "No more"...

Then I'll be there, wherever you're going

I'll follow you

Just like the moon

Follows the sun

On restless nights

Sunsets, seem much more pretty

With your hand, held in mine

I can see your soul, through those

Perfect windows

I just wanna be with you.

Les journees neigueux:

"The....chicken. The chicken eggs."
"Eggtime."
"The chicken eggs! The eggs...of the chicken."
"The chick...en?"
"The chicken eggs. The chicken eggs."
"I don't think it's the chicken eggs."
"Okay, the chicken, or the egg?!"

"Fuck."

"Katie. I know it's a cake. Stop decorating it."

"Niagra Falls!"
Score.

"Nice chin..?"
"Its a smile."
"I thought it was a tongue."

Coincidentally, did you know that the tongue is the only muscle in the human body that actually gets STRONGER as you age? Yeah, blow my mind. Or something.

Anyways...
Good weekends. Minus the back pain and Matty's feet in my face.

Si tu est

I have begun this blog with absolutely no end destination in sight. None at ALL.
Except to stall me from eating breakfast. You see, I want to have female children, and Allison told me this is the way to do it. I probably shouldn't trust her. What she is actually trying to do is starve me from my breakfast, so that I will always be hungry in the mornings, so that I will not be able to focus in school, so that all my marks will drop so much I will be forced into a job like raising cats in a really big house with her, who would otherwise be all alone all the time. I see what you're doing, Allison. And it won't work. I WILL eat breakfast.
...Maybe. See, I'm also suffering from a lack of exercise, with the whole back load, and I feel a little slightly bit overweight. So maybe it's a good thing not to eat breakfast. Let's not talk about my eating disorders any longer.

My boyfriend is coming home today. I am leaving today. I miss him. I think I had a funny dream about him last night.

PROS:
- I'm going to Edmonton to spend the weekend with my Jennifer Joannie and Katie, both of whom I love very much.
- I figured out how to operate my EReader. Now I am reading Pride and Prejudice upon it. This is one of my favouritest books in the entire world. The one with zombies in it is an insult to all that is holy.
-My boyfriend is coming home. Now, while I am out having fun, he will be missing ME, instead of the other way around. Maybe he will use this time to write me a song and buy me flowers and fetch me a constellation for Valentine's Day.
-Thursday afternoon was just a great period of history. It should have been documented.
-My new boots.
-Ragdoll kittens.
-Dragons.
-I danced for 15 minutes yesterday. =)

CONS:
- It looks cold outside. I HATE the cold.
-Math? Hi, I already don't like you. I am forming judgements about you that you probably wouldn't like.
-My boyfriend is coming home, and I am leaving.
-I feel icky-sore. And tired.
-But nice.
-This blog post keeps randomly changing my letters into italics.
-My face.
-Enough with the italics.

Random thought du jour:
I would like to try the peas from Persopolis.

Les camarades?

1. Is this really for real happening? Come on now.

2. Did that really for real happen?

3. That's good. It's gude.

4. Return home as soon as possible.

5. I am 16, going on 17...

Yes, 

I'll admit it. I feel happy today. Not like an angsty blues singer anymo'.

Maybe it will pass.

Maybe not.

Il y a un difference entre l'honnete et ce que vous faisez

There is. Learn it.

In following Allison's example:

Once upon a time, there was a rabbit. The rabbit delighted in nibbling on the patch of clovers outside of her rabbit hole, frolicking with her rabbit friends in the lea of Friendly Forest, and, on occasion, visiting the neighboring clover patches where new adventures could be held. More than anything else in the entire world, however, she loved to look upon the Friendly Castle, in which there lived a Prince, his sister the Princess, and many such royal friends who ruled over the Lands of Friendly. The rabbit wished more than anything that one day she, too would be a Princess of the Land of Friendly, where she was sure she would be much happier.
Her rabbit friends all told her what a silly proposition it was. "No rabbit can be happy among the Princesses, Rabbit," they told her. "Stay here and nibble with us upon these bright green clover patches."
With a sigh, the rabbit turned her back to the Friendly Castle, and half-heartedly opened her little rabbit mouth to take a little rabbit bite out of some clover. All of a sudden, out of the corner of her eye, the little rabbit caught a glimpse of the most beautiful purple flower, rising like a violet Princess out of the washed clover greens.

It was a beautiful flower, the dark purples of the soft petals lightening to a poignant lilac-colored center. The leaves seemed to support the hundreds of tiny purple petals in a perfect green embrace, seamlessly flowing into a long and winding stem. The rabbit had to admit- it looked almost too scrumptious to eat. But, being a rabbit, almost too scrumptious isn't good enough. The rabbit chomped, chomped, chomped- and the perfect flower was no more.

Lilacs, thought the rabbit. Lilacs, and carrots, and...she chewed thoughtfully. Just a touch of coconut pecan pie. It was, by far, the best flower she had ever had the chance to ingest. Feeling much happier, the rabbit hopped off to her hole to take a nap.

When she woke up to the sounds of the jays singing and the bees humming their morning business, the rabbit felt, well, different. She felt buoyant, and on her breath could still smell coconut pecan pie. As she recalled her delicious flowery meal, she remarked on how confident she felt. She never remembered having felt so willful and bouncy in her life. She reckoned, as her paws hit the warm green grass surrounding her hole, that even her pelt looked a little shinier. And, as she raised her little rabbit head and cocked her ears to the sound of the soft spring wind rushing through the grasses, her eyes fell on the sun, rising over the splendid battlements of Friendly Castle. She knew immediately what she would do next. Never had she felt more ready.

First, she set off to find her rabbit friends. They were eating from the same patch of clover where she had found her purple flower the day before. When she announced her plan, they tried their hardest to dissuade her; telling her about how the life of a Princess was no life for a rabbit, and that they probably had no clover at all in the Castle. They tried to convince her to play hopscotch, jump-frog, and even Scrabble- her personal favourite- but with a strengthening of her little rabbit resolve, she hopped away from the clover patch and to Friendly Castle.

And guess what. She was happy there. She fell in love, and she made friends, and she was never happier. There was no going back to her silly little clover patch.

Believe in me.

Les sentiments

1. Yogurt.
2. The presence of so many talented people makes me feel vulnerable, inadequate, and like a poser.
3. Je ne veux pas etre de poseur; je veux etre la brunette sur laquelle  les autres se posent.
4. I am praying for my voice to reach so much deeper than your hammers and strings.
5. I am dancing in my mind.

Quand je pleure, je pleure le jus de pomme...

I thought life was great. Up until about a week ago, because my back is definitely not keeping up to my heart.

BASICALLY WHAT IS WRONG
-It hurts when I do everything.
-I need to dance so I can do well on my exam in a month.
-My exam is in a little more than a month (ThankGodThankGod)
-My exam is in a little more than a month (OhGodOhGod)
-I need to dance away all my other petty troubles.
-When I dance, I break and probably make my back worse.
-I no longer believe in the God of Spines. If He is out there, He is cruel.
-He probably feeds off of back-pain inflicted tears and the melting ice on my floor I use to try and relieve the pain.

WHAT IS WRONG BECAUSE OF MY BACK OTHER THAN THE ABOVE.
-It is making me unable to perform simple functions, like bending over, carrying bags, and reaching out to far to open doors. Also, I can't run or breathe fully without a knife being shoved into my back.
-It is making me sleep on my back. It is impossible to get a good night's sleep when you can't move off of your back.
-It is thus making me tired and exhausted.
-It is making me eat nothing but apples, because I am getting no excercise.
-We have run out of apples.
-It is making hugs hurt.

WHAT IS NOT WRONG AND COMPLETELY UNBACKRELATED.
-MBF tomorrow and Thursday. Come see it. It will be epic.
-No, that's it.

Quand je trouve le temps

Need to blog soon. No time now, I am wasting valuable dreaming time.

Mon amoureux intelligent

So, first off, I'm plainly a genius in disguise as a crazy person. Because who on earth gets 97 on their Chemistry exam, when you were sure you were going to fail. I'm probably a more evolved kind of human, my brain works subconsciously at paying attention in Chemistry while I was busy breaking things, spilling acid, and reading Astrid's bible-dictionary. Plainly this is an approach I should take in all of my classes; do not pay attention, because your more evolved brain will pick up the things of importance for you to use at a later date. This is obviously the case because I did pay attention in Social, and look where I ended up. 72 on the final. This is a large disparity, in my opinion, and so therefore, to further study my capacity, I should not pay attention in class, ever. It's all for science, after all.
Sigh. I am so glad that that semester is over and done with (minus English AP. Did I mention I beat the genius in our class on that exam? Yeah, no biggie.) I am pleasantly surprised by my successes on 3/4 of my exams; I'm not just another mildly funny-looking face, as my mother keeps telling me. It will be funny to see if my marks suffer when I get lazy next semester in Art and Musical Theatre...

Also, listen to Mumford and Sons.
Goodness Gracious, I love them.

Also, I love Ryan Douglas McKay.
Plus, now he can be a brain surgeon because we know how smart he really is. Part-time masseuse. For me.

I like that word. Masseuse.

Also, I have recently delved into crossword puzzles. I enjoy them. They are wordy. I like words. Like masseuse.