A Year In Review, LJ Style
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unavoidedcrisis
It is that time of the year again (ie: the end of it). I will now review the last twelve months in my journal.
So that was all sentimental and stuff. Peter got arrested... Wow. Shark on man action. Honestly. That’s pretty hot. Me: Is your stomach your chest, Colin?
And I was marginally saddened when Jason died this time. You know, not enough to not laugh, but heh. Yeah, well, this essay business has me so stressed out, I had to take four lines of coke of the toilet seat before class. Some third option, eh Layton?
My sister turned 15 and ever more annoying in January and I finished term one of grade twelve, leaving Gaisson's terrible english classes behind forever. You have no idea how happy this made me. I do miss the knitting though...
I would have been sliced to ribbons [not gibbons]. Maybe the sky will be purple and it will rain yummy gumdrops and pastry swans that actually taste like swan.
Patricia: You missed a 'y'
Colleen: You missed a 'shut the hell up'
Patricia: No, no I would have noticed that
Colleen: And I would have noticed a 'y'
Mother thinks I must be the [cold, heartless] Tin Woodman.
Ryan: I ate a cat?
- wearing a blanket as a coat is just beautiful- Good Things and Bad Things That I Do.
*puts on tinfoil-lined crash helmet and moon boots*
*equips self with numerous shuriken and Viking broadsword*
Jessica turned 18, I got a boyfriend, Mother turned forty and many firings and hirings started at Jerry's. Myself and Melissa [squared] got the highest collective mark ever attained on a theatre history seminar-- Greek Theatre, ftw!
I've been infected. I start mailing people pieces of self-adhesive floor tile with writing on it.
He spends his time bugging me and trying to look preppy. John can be seen on a clear night, just due south of Ursa Minor, but only in the northern hemisphere - then I realized I was sitting on my ass in the middle of a church garden holding a wild rabbit and calling it 'Mopsey' and all the pretentious choir girls were giving me odd looks. “You know what should not be an Olympic sport? Naked vacuuming.”
Cryostasis tastes like freezer burn...
We have fifteen days [FIFTEEN DAYS] of rehearsal left to pull together a full-scale musical!!!
March flew by, with tons of working, tons of rehearsal, tons of school and tons of sleeping through my spare instead of doing homework like I should have. What can I say, the chairs in the library are comfy... I walked with a cane, just for practice.
Olena was there. Olena is a nice girl. We like Olena. Mmmmmmm rice cakes. So deliciously hard to catch. Fast little buggers, they are.
I let Melissa in on a little theory I had. She thinks I'm nuts. I told her 'we shall see'. It was pretty cool, actually because I couldn't talk, right? So when I said 'we shall see' it sounded all raspy and mysterious. I rock. I rock because I can take even the most serious of world issues homework and turn it in to a huge joke. "Oh lemon meringue pie, I shalt love thee and cherish thee all the days before I eat thee, oh scrumptious and delicious pie-friend."
I can't tell you why and I won't tell you how, but I almost swallowed a quarter tonight.
L’Chaim!
We fucking rocked.
Not gonna lie. Fucking. Rocked.
I'm so glad everyone could come. I love having an audience!
April saw Sarah and I kicking ass in religion with our children's story. I love getting a hundred on things. I will admit to her doing a lot of the work though. Shame on me. Fiddler on the Roof was performed and it pwned. I love April-- I love the spring in general.
Number of bruises I have from Lia-related incidents on the subway: one, but it's really big!
[Unlike Sean Penn, who does have the right equipment] Malkin said we don't have to worry because he's not playing. I rolled my eyes and he pretended to throw a stapler but I got the last laugh because I drew an amusing doodle of him and slipped it under his door during last period. WINZ. We won! We won! We beat the teachers. Woohoo. I also managed to scrape up a nice handful of points for myself. I snatched a Greek mythology question right from under Mr. Longo's nose. Also, stamps are so fucking expensive. Blocked my contemporary monologue tonight, cats like whoa.
So I went to prom. Got lost on the way home because I suck at life. ... Okay, so there should be a picture here. But I'M TOO NICE OF A FRIEND TO POST IT. AH HA HA HA HA HA! [Lia, you know which picture from prom it is. I think we allll know]
In completely other news, Colin is disgustingly cuddly and warm. Damn him.
Prom was in May. I didn't want to go, but I went and I'll admit I had a small amount of fun. I also got the single best blackmail photo in the entire world. Grandpa was sick.
Out damned spot! I get the weirdest little thrill out of that. Mmm... submission.
Me: The look I received in return could have melted a chicken.
Justin: ...
Me: A WHOLE chicken.
Yeah, well fuck you guys. See if I ever feed you guys when you've got serious dysphasia problems. I can't wash the 'X's off my hands. I feel like such a dork. Damn you, underage 'X's. Damn you. Do I have a serrated edge?
Screw you, world, write about your own issues. [Melissa? Get an abortion] [Okay, this one just needs to be read in full: http://unavoidedcrisis.livejournal.com/2006/06/21/]
Did I mention his pool is delicious? I love inside jokes. I love them especially when they are with myself. Go team.
I started working at Fairview Lodge, right at the end of May, but really got into it, working a bunch of nights a week and what not, in June. Wow, what a job. Now, this job will hit it's high point sometime on a muggy night in August, but more on that later.Grade twelve ended in more exams, most notably Religion-- I drew a chicken with a gas can and a lighter, then quoted Les Misérables.
Miiiiiiiiiind fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. My sweater has a monkey on it. I choked on lemonade! Damn you, lemons. Damn. You.
Sure, it's far from home, but I think I'll be okay. Today was the third day in a row that I had to verbally remind myself that stabbing my co-workers has been discouraged by management. And don't ask me about cauliflower. I'm not in the mood.
O.o I didn't even know similie was a verb. Maybe that's why he did it weakly. I went to Ashley's. We talked for hours and played a billion hours of badminton [I suck at it] and went for a walk and I saw a million kitties. Solution? More drugs! Snarry is the same as your neighbour's house being on fire in the middle of the night… And for Lia, again. Because really? Lia + Colleen = OTP
The only thing I did in July besides work was read ten million Harry Potter slash-fics.
On the plus side, we bought tea and ice cream sandwiches. I shall not go hungry. We got temporarily lost in the woods and nearly got eaten alive by tent people. And then I baked a pie and tiny muffins made of Jello. The cute girl that works with my sister said that I was hot. And I said, if you can't play nice, you don't get to play at all. I need a sweet ass hat, man. But it tasted so good! I think the Lady Grey was the best. But it was all good so I'm not even sure. All I know is that I like tea. Fucking like tea. I'm going to go play with my glue gun now. Hot stuff.
Woo! Guess who got smacked in the face by a resident tonight?
That was me, baby.
Went through the terrible process of trying to seel the house. Guess no one wants to buy a haouse that has a high percent change of being lit on fire... Meh, their loss. I got hit. In the face. By a lady over the age of ninety. How hardcore is that?
The sun is setting in the sky and Teletubbies say goodbye. Lia, I will get my Good Omens book back from you eventually. Even if I have to trek over the sea to beat you up and steal it. While I'm there Sarah and I can hook up. Rawr.
Oh how I long for the days of ceaseless overheads and snide remarks. Dammit, Malkin, you've ruined it for me. So yeah, I dropped my gluestick. I kept telling John that it was scurvy, but he says you really have to try to get scurvy and it's not naturally something one gets.
6. Being chased by a pack of rabid wild boars…
I auditioned for Students on Stage this morning, bright and early at 7:30. I did the Zindel monologue. The one about the cat. Robotspacepiratespidermenofthemoon.
September was the month of the dead cat. It was also a big month for me, with the moving and the going to university. My life temporarily ended when I mistook my contemporary piece for my classic piece. Luckily [or unluckily... Only time will tell on that one], I got a part in The Importance of Being Earnest anyways. Oh dead cats, how you slay me. I broke up with my boyfriend and my cat got put down. I made many new friends, and lost a few of the old ones to Jolly Old England.
RIP, Sam's diginity. You will be missed. Because Latin verb conjugations are sexier with Rice Krispies. Me and Tarantulus [Tarantulus and I] are going fucking nuts. PS: I totally have pneumonia. Y halo dere RAIN. Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone and then you get it back again and go 'fuck, why did I not miss that more?' Met a whole bunch of fellow NB Nanoers. ^^ Wow, we're going to have tons of fun. Sam: HONOURABLE MENTIONS DON'T PAY THE BILLS!
I failed at life a lot in October.
If you are exhausted and have an eight thirty class on a Thursday, do not go out on Wednesday until 4 am with the fucking drama club. Curtis is a pretty funny [and creepy] guy. We had an interesting 'computer' chat last night before late rehearsal started. At this exact point in time, I am just over one week behind in my word count. --dancing fruit tarts and frantic old women trying to quilt a picture of zombie Abraham Lincoln fighting an evil, robotronic John Wilkes Booth onto a tartan bath mat.
Also, school politics? Don't interest me. Sorry everyone. I hit twenty one k! I hit twenty one k! I do have cinnamon hearts though, which remind me of Kyle. My fears proved to be well founded. People are 'worried' about 'me'. Or are they worried about their own liability? Gee, I guess it's one big mystery. *sarcasm* I wish I saw more birds.
I'm so in my fort. You have no idea how much I love my fort. I am a goddess. A novelling goddess.
Yep, so pretty much I wrote a novel and got really sick. Huzzah. I also converted my bedroom into a fort.
Now I feel like Susan felt during the latter half of tick, tick... boom! I'm happy here. Happier here than I remember being before. I'm a tiger. Suddenly the truth comes out and I'm not looking like such a spiteful bitch anymore, am I? So I'm feeling pretty down right now. Physically and emotionally. Thanks guys. Thanks a bunch.
Freddy and I miss the snow greatly. And Mama says we might not get a Christmas tree this year... Ever get that feeling that sometimes your friends get together when you're not around and have waaaaay more fun than they would if you were around because they all like each other more than they like you? Fuck you and fuck your free speech because it's infringing on my right to live in a world without you, asshole. Fuck free choice, there's babies!
So basically I want a piano to fall from the sky and land on Adam.
colleennnnnnnnn! says:
*whimper* Now I am dead and you are on their side. No one is left to fight the kitten revolution.... the human population is doomed
Milligan says:
Psst, I did not change, I'm only a spy, but if they see me they will kill me
Blink really, really wants some bacon.
Brendan: YAY TOWEL EATING!
December saw the close of my first term at university. I'd say it went well, how about you guys... I did a whole lot of nothing besides missing my friends and being sick in December. Well and some writing/editing.
*
So that was 2oo6. I wonder how 2oo7 is going to turn out?
So that was all sentimental and stuff. Peter got arrested... Wow. Shark on man action. Honestly. That’s pretty hot. Me: Is your stomach your chest, Colin?
And I was marginally saddened when Jason died this time. You know, not enough to not laugh, but heh. Yeah, well, this essay business has me so stressed out, I had to take four lines of coke of the toilet seat before class. Some third option, eh Layton?
My sister turned 15 and ever more annoying in January and I finished term one of grade twelve, leaving Gaisson's terrible english classes behind forever. You have no idea how happy this made me. I do miss the knitting though...
I would have been sliced to ribbons [not gibbons]. Maybe the sky will be purple and it will rain yummy gumdrops and pastry swans that actually taste like swan.
Patricia: You missed a 'y'
Colleen: You missed a 'shut the hell up'
Patricia: No, no I would have noticed that
Colleen: And I would have noticed a 'y'
Mother thinks I must be the [cold, heartless] Tin Woodman.
Ryan: I ate a cat?
- wearing a blanket as a coat is just beautiful- Good Things and Bad Things That I Do.
*puts on tinfoil-lined crash helmet and moon boots*
*equips self with numerous shuriken and Viking broadsword*
Jessica turned 18, I got a boyfriend, Mother turned forty and many firings and hirings started at Jerry's. Myself and Melissa [squared] got the highest collective mark ever attained on a theatre history seminar-- Greek Theatre, ftw!
I've been infected. I start mailing people pieces of self-adhesive floor tile with writing on it.
He spends his time bugging me and trying to look preppy. John can be seen on a clear night, just due south of Ursa Minor, but only in the northern hemisphere - then I realized I was sitting on my ass in the middle of a church garden holding a wild rabbit and calling it 'Mopsey' and all the pretentious choir girls were giving me odd looks. “You know what should not be an Olympic sport? Naked vacuuming.”
Cryostasis tastes like freezer burn...
We have fifteen days [FIFTEEN DAYS] of rehearsal left to pull together a full-scale musical!!!
March flew by, with tons of working, tons of rehearsal, tons of school and tons of sleeping through my spare instead of doing homework like I should have. What can I say, the chairs in the library are comfy... I walked with a cane, just for practice.
Olena was there. Olena is a nice girl. We like Olena. Mmmmmmm rice cakes. So deliciously hard to catch. Fast little buggers, they are.
I let Melissa in on a little theory I had. She thinks I'm nuts. I told her 'we shall see'. It was pretty cool, actually because I couldn't talk, right? So when I said 'we shall see' it sounded all raspy and mysterious. I rock. I rock because I can take even the most serious of world issues homework and turn it in to a huge joke. "Oh lemon meringue pie, I shalt love thee and cherish thee all the days before I eat thee, oh scrumptious and delicious pie-friend."
I can't tell you why and I won't tell you how, but I almost swallowed a quarter tonight.
L’Chaim!
We fucking rocked.
Not gonna lie. Fucking. Rocked.
I'm so glad everyone could come. I love having an audience!
April saw Sarah and I kicking ass in religion with our children's story. I love getting a hundred on things. I will admit to her doing a lot of the work though. Shame on me. Fiddler on the Roof was performed and it pwned. I love April-- I love the spring in general.
Number of bruises I have from Lia-related incidents on the subway: one, but it's really big!
[Unlike Sean Penn, who does have the right equipment] Malkin said we don't have to worry because he's not playing. I rolled my eyes and he pretended to throw a stapler but I got the last laugh because I drew an amusing doodle of him and slipped it under his door during last period. WINZ. We won! We won! We beat the teachers. Woohoo. I also managed to scrape up a nice handful of points for myself. I snatched a Greek mythology question right from under Mr. Longo's nose. Also, stamps are so fucking expensive. Blocked my contemporary monologue tonight, cats like whoa.
So I went to prom. Got lost on the way home because I suck at life. ... Okay, so there should be a picture here. But I'M TOO NICE OF A FRIEND TO POST IT. AH HA HA HA HA HA! [Lia, you know which picture from prom it is. I think we allll know]
In completely other news, Colin is disgustingly cuddly and warm. Damn him.
Prom was in May. I didn't want to go, but I went and I'll admit I had a small amount of fun. I also got the single best blackmail photo in the entire world. Grandpa was sick.
Out damned spot! I get the weirdest little thrill out of that. Mmm... submission.
Me: The look I received in return could have melted a chicken.
Justin: ...
Me: A WHOLE chicken.
Yeah, well fuck you guys. See if I ever feed you guys when you've got serious dysphasia problems. I can't wash the 'X's off my hands. I feel like such a dork. Damn you, underage 'X's. Damn you. Do I have a serrated edge?
Screw you, world, write about your own issues. [Melissa? Get an abortion] [Okay, this one just needs to be read in full: http://unavoidedcrisis.livejournal.com/2006/06/21/]
Did I mention his pool is delicious? I love inside jokes. I love them especially when they are with myself. Go team.
I started working at Fairview Lodge, right at the end of May, but really got into it, working a bunch of nights a week and what not, in June. Wow, what a job. Now, this job will hit it's high point sometime on a muggy night in August, but more on that later.Grade twelve ended in more exams, most notably Religion-- I drew a chicken with a gas can and a lighter, then quoted Les Misérables.
Miiiiiiiiiind fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. My sweater has a monkey on it. I choked on lemonade! Damn you, lemons. Damn. You.
Sure, it's far from home, but I think I'll be okay. Today was the third day in a row that I had to verbally remind myself that stabbing my co-workers has been discouraged by management. And don't ask me about cauliflower. I'm not in the mood.
O.o I didn't even know similie was a verb. Maybe that's why he did it weakly. I went to Ashley's. We talked for hours and played a billion hours of badminton [I suck at it] and went for a walk and I saw a million kitties. Solution? More drugs! Snarry is the same as your neighbour's house being on fire in the middle of the night… And for Lia, again. Because really? Lia + Colleen = OTP
The only thing I did in July besides work was read ten million Harry Potter slash-fics.
On the plus side, we bought tea and ice cream sandwiches. I shall not go hungry. We got temporarily lost in the woods and nearly got eaten alive by tent people. And then I baked a pie and tiny muffins made of Jello. The cute girl that works with my sister said that I was hot. And I said, if you can't play nice, you don't get to play at all. I need a sweet ass hat, man. But it tasted so good! I think the Lady Grey was the best. But it was all good so I'm not even sure. All I know is that I like tea. Fucking like tea. I'm going to go play with my glue gun now. Hot stuff.
Woo! Guess who got smacked in the face by a resident tonight?
That was me, baby.
Went through the terrible process of trying to seel the house. Guess no one wants to buy a haouse that has a high percent change of being lit on fire... Meh, their loss. I got hit. In the face. By a lady over the age of ninety. How hardcore is that?
The sun is setting in the sky and Teletubbies say goodbye. Lia, I will get my Good Omens book back from you eventually. Even if I have to trek over the sea to beat you up and steal it. While I'm there Sarah and I can hook up. Rawr.
Oh how I long for the days of ceaseless overheads and snide remarks. Dammit, Malkin, you've ruined it for me. So yeah, I dropped my gluestick. I kept telling John that it was scurvy, but he says you really have to try to get scurvy and it's not naturally something one gets.
6. Being chased by a pack of rabid wild boars…
I auditioned for Students on Stage this morning, bright and early at 7:30. I did the Zindel monologue. The one about the cat. Robotspacepiratespidermenofthemoon.
September was the month of the dead cat. It was also a big month for me, with the moving and the going to university. My life temporarily ended when I mistook my contemporary piece for my classic piece. Luckily [or unluckily... Only time will tell on that one], I got a part in The Importance of Being Earnest anyways. Oh dead cats, how you slay me. I broke up with my boyfriend and my cat got put down. I made many new friends, and lost a few of the old ones to Jolly Old England.
RIP, Sam's diginity. You will be missed. Because Latin verb conjugations are sexier with Rice Krispies. Me and Tarantulus [Tarantulus and I] are going fucking nuts. PS: I totally have pneumonia. Y halo dere RAIN. Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone and then you get it back again and go 'fuck, why did I not miss that more?' Met a whole bunch of fellow NB Nanoers. ^^ Wow, we're going to have tons of fun. Sam: HONOURABLE MENTIONS DON'T PAY THE BILLS!
I failed at life a lot in October.
If you are exhausted and have an eight thirty class on a Thursday, do not go out on Wednesday until 4 am with the fucking drama club. Curtis is a pretty funny [and creepy] guy. We had an interesting 'computer' chat last night before late rehearsal started. At this exact point in time, I am just over one week behind in my word count. --dancing fruit tarts and frantic old women trying to quilt a picture of zombie Abraham Lincoln fighting an evil, robotronic John Wilkes Booth onto a tartan bath mat.
Also, school politics? Don't interest me. Sorry everyone. I hit twenty one k! I hit twenty one k! I do have cinnamon hearts though, which remind me of Kyle. My fears proved to be well founded. People are 'worried' about 'me'. Or are they worried about their own liability? Gee, I guess it's one big mystery. *sarcasm* I wish I saw more birds.
I'm so in my fort. You have no idea how much I love my fort. I am a goddess. A novelling goddess.
Yep, so pretty much I wrote a novel and got really sick. Huzzah. I also converted my bedroom into a fort.
Now I feel like Susan felt during the latter half of tick, tick... boom! I'm happy here. Happier here than I remember being before. I'm a tiger. Suddenly the truth comes out and I'm not looking like such a spiteful bitch anymore, am I? So I'm feeling pretty down right now. Physically and emotionally. Thanks guys. Thanks a bunch.
Freddy and I miss the snow greatly. And Mama says we might not get a Christmas tree this year... Ever get that feeling that sometimes your friends get together when you're not around and have waaaaay more fun than they would if you were around because they all like each other more than they like you? Fuck you and fuck your free speech because it's infringing on my right to live in a world without you, asshole. Fuck free choice, there's babies!
So basically I want a piano to fall from the sky and land on Adam.
colleennnnnnnnn! says:
*whimper* Now I am dead and you are on their side. No one is left to fight the kitten revolution.... the human population is doomed
Milligan says:
Psst, I did not change, I'm only a spy, but if they see me they will kill me
Blink really, really wants some bacon.
Brendan: YAY TOWEL EATING!
December saw the close of my first term at university. I'd say it went well, how about you guys... I did a whole lot of nothing besides missing my friends and being sick in December. Well and some writing/editing.
*
So that was 2oo6. I wonder how 2oo7 is going to turn out?
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Date: 2007-01-02 04:42 am (UTC)