They call it night school...

I refer to it as when my world stops

So many of my dearest are taking night school. This leaves me alone every Tuesday and Thursday from 6:30PM to 9:30PM. For those three hours they are learning calculus, biology, international business, advanced functions, etc... at an incredible rate. They are probably all drained from a day of school already. Some of them don't even go home. They stick around and wait till evening class starts. Some of them are likely starving. jk today had a small container of chips for dinner! They probably all have a pile of homework from day school waiting for them when they get home at like 10PM. I KNOW some of them barely slept the night before and will not likely go to sleep anytime soon tonight either. I really don't know how they do it, and for some people I don't even understand WHY they're taking it, but they are.

I too, contemplated enrolling in night school, but realized that with my schedule (and in particular, commitment to Super Council) I would not be able to survive it. Being a witness to all my friends not only stress over the regular school work, but also worry about (and skip school for) their night school presentations, tests, midterms I sincerely commend them on being able to still being standing (figuratively). They might have huge panda eyes and chugging those cups of coffee, but they're surviving! I know I made the right decision to not bother with night school.

Similarly, I knew quitting JA was the right decision for me. With the hindsight I still believe this is true. Though I could be the shareholder to a JA Company that is giving out a $65 dividend, I know my last couple of weeks and months have been hectic enough.

Though it may seem impossible now, I'm sure all (well, actually most) of us will pull our acts together and graduate (somehow). To all you night school students, you may be dreading everything single Tuesday and Thursday night, but before you know it it'll be June and it'll all be over and ta-da! a credit will be yours to claim. So it's not a complete waste of time, effort, sleep, coffee money... (ha! yes I apologize for poking fun).

When you guys are all gone (at night school), I feel so alone sometimes. I've mentioned it before, but if I wanted someone to say call someone, I know I can't because you guys are all at night school. Thus, every Tuesdays and Thursday evening have been pretty much a complete waste of time for me. I end up sitting around, watching TV, browsing the internet, mopping ,doing everything and anything BUT homework or anything I could be half proud of. I did not go to the gym, read a book, study for my G1. Nada. Tonight was a prime example. I've been home for 6 hours now and I've accomplished nothing and I still have no motivation to work (though I have a bucket load of work to do). This makes me think, "Maybe I should have signed up for night school after all."

As I was moping this evening I thought, "Night school time should be a time to take advantage of to do something that I won't normally get to do/have the time to do. It can be the opportunity to try something new, do something different, and meet and connect with someone new - somebody that is not (yet) one of my closest and does not go to night school. I should and could turn the situation around, and make something good out of it." I still like this idea, but today all I did was think about taking action, I didn't actually go take action. I don't have enough discipline, not enough discipline to do the right thing and bounce off my lazy backside.

I've realized that I'm either in super productive mode or "going-to-accomplish-nothing" mode. I love it when I'm in productive mood. I shall go give productive mood another attempt now...

p.s. Have you noticed the inconsistency both in writing? Not only in the way I wrote, but also the "types" of entries I've been submitting? I created this blog to improve my writing and without realizing it I was writing as though I was casually instant messaging a close friend. Another friend also started a blog to improve his writing and he has been consistent with the frequency, content and writing style of this blogs. He's good with habits... This has motivated me to return to the semi-formal... well at least half proper writing.

Secret Identities

by definition, we're a collage of all our secret identities

“So they really do drink blood?” I asked as my eyes grow to the size of meatballs. Jane shovels more sand into her bucket as I kneeled there in the sandbox.

“I heard it myself from the big kids on the monkey bars. That boy Tom, said all babysitters act nice when the big people are around, but secretly they’re all blood sucking vampires! And Tom’s in third grade now, so he must know his stuff! Plus, my big sister’s always on the phone saying how vampires are like the thing these days. She kisses pictures of that vampire guy from TV. Yuck! Well, it’s time for dinner. Be careful tonight Sandra.”

“What if I eat all my vegetables for a week? I’ll pinky swear! Can you please, please, pleaseee, not go then?”

“Don’t be silly Sandra. You weren’t like this with your other babysitters. You’ll have lots of fun with Betty. Now give me a kiss, Daddy’s waiting outside.”

Upstairs, Betty, or should I say the vampire, was playing with Jack and already had him fooled. Well, Jack’s three so you can’t blame him I guess. She looks up, smiles at me, and there it was, her skinny white fangs! I run to my room, jump into bed and pulled the blankets over me. What am I going to do? I’m not going out there again, but what about Jack? As Jack’s big seven year old sister I must protect him! I take a deep breath. I need to go out there again.

I grabbed my sheets to tie it on my back like a cape. I remember seeing on TV that vampires are afraid of garlic and light. I run to my toy box to find my Polly Pocket mirror, mini flashlight, and the garlic from my play kitchen set. I stand in the middle of my room, hands on my hip. Something is missing... Seeing my bandana sticking out from under my bed I grabbed it and tied it on my head. Stomping out of my room I now looked and felt ready for battle.

I walk into the living room. Jack looks up and points at me. “Sandra looks funny,” he said giggling. “Cute bandana,” said the vampire. I just nod my head. Picking up the closest book, I pop on the couch and pretended to read, but was really peeping over the top to keep an eye on Jack.

“Oh, it’s time for bed Sandra. I’ll help you get ready,” the vampire said with a smile on her face. Why is she so happy?! She’s going to attack once we go to bed!

“Don’t come close to me! I mean... I’m okay by myself,” I said before running to the bathroom. Standing infront of the sink I looked up. Man, was it tall. Biting my lips I looked around the washroom. Ah ha! I climbed on my potty chair and stretched and stretched, but just couldn’t reach. Eventually, I walked back to the vampire lady, head down, and mumbled, “I can’t turn on the water.” I half expected her to laugh at me and say, “Told you soon,” but she was really nice about it...

She came to tuck me in. I decide to pretend to fall asleep, and once she leaves my room I’ll get up and wait for her to make her move. The garlic, flashlight and mirror are under my pillow. She starts reading my favourite book Farmer Peggy Makes Tomato Soup.

“It’s TO-MAY-TO, not TO-MAH-TO,” I said feeling really smart. And mommy always reads it using different voices for all the animals.”

She let out a little laugh and said, “Oops, but of course.” She continues reading and I must admit she makes the best animal sounds ever, even better than Mommy! As she reads I think of all the hiding spots in the house, in case I needed it later tonight when she makes her move. My eyelids slowly get heavier and heavier. Her voice becomes quieter as the smell of tomato soup fills the air.

Sandra’s mom sits on Sandra’s bed, stroking Sandra’s hair and smiling at her peacefully sleeping face. Sandra’s dad walks in. “I paid Betty and she just left. Boy I can’t wait till the kids get old enough for their thirst to kick in. Then, the whole family can hunt together,” he said with a grin.


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The short story that I actually handed in.

Everything grows old with time

but don't fret new things will come replace it

Most people lose interest after awhile. Whether it's what you're learning, what you're doing, who you're spending time with, the way you're acting, the way you're LIVING.

It's not necessarily a bad thing though. New people come into your life and new projects give you something to look forward to in the morning. Sometimes it's a hard adjustment, because what we had was just so good. But that's exactly it, it WAS good but that is no longer the case. All it'll ever be now is good memories and experience to take with you to tackle all the exciting projects that still awaits for you in life. It definately takes a hell lot of courage, but we need to learn when it's time to let go. When we no longer have a passion for our passions... and what once made made us smile is the cause of all our frowns.

ULTIMATE FRISBEE TIME!

rs wrote a blog on habits. I'm not good with habits, haha maybe minus the doing my homework one. This is why I have no vocabulary word for you again today.

ps. Yesterday I went on the most beautiful jog along the lake.

George Thinks I'm Funny

funny looking...

So I'm a kazillion meters away, somewhere in Orangeville I think.. and I still found a way to blog.  Actually I'm on a really nice imac right now.  I slept last night instead of studying for my accounting, data and calculus test.  jk, I wrote that specifically for you.  I know you'll be proud of me for resting!  

Campfire!

Campfire, we LOVE campfires.

(I'm sure you won't understand that).

oh and wl: good morning to you soon.

since dictionary.com will take long to load ss will give us the vocab word of the day.

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Jerk, verb

Change in momentum

ps ss is going into engineering so don't think dirty, think engineering....I guess

Look down on them

then slowly follow suite


So before slipping out of class as the teacher wasn't looking and facing the other half of the class I told my friends I'm going to the library. I arrive at the library and log onto the computer. Five minutes later, everyone from the table I was sitting in strolled in. Thought that was funnny.

Guess who's back?

and I'll leave and then come back again, and back again

So there was a supply teacher and he doesn't even have anything for us to do. I started by trying to play Tap Tap on ph's itouch, but there was no good song. Then I annouced, "My goal for the next hour is to fall asleep. I want to see if I can actually do that, fall asleep in class." As you might already know, if you're following my blog I've been really sleep deprived. Right now my head is throbbing. I laid my head down for maybe 5 minutes and then jotted up.

"I need to go do work."

This is exactly what I was like last night. I was on the phone with jk and she's convincing me to sleep. I had my homework scattered and the last few items on my packing list still needs to be packed. If I let myself fall asleep I knew the rush in the morning will lead to me forgetting something. So after turning out the lights, lying in bed for 10 minutes, and almost falling asleep I dragged myself up to pack my bag, completely.

Well I did say I came here to work, not blog so toodles.

The School Board is a Coporation

and everything is just a show

I'm in the libray. The lights are off for Earth Hour. I've just spent the last 1/2 hour talking to mdn. We haven't chatted for the longest time. We're both screwed for the economics essay. al and ph is sitting beside me too. It's a nice high school moment, chilling during your spare. We're all talking about grad quotes for the yearbook. I just handed in cc's quote for her. I really like it. It goes:

"You will never find happiness if you keep searching for happiness. You will never live your life if you keeping searching for the meaning of life."

js, if you ever read this, when I read this quote I thought of you.

So appearently, fourth period started four minutes ago, but the economics teacher is supposedly not there. If I knew this earlier I would just have left school to find a bed to sleep. ACTUALLY, I have my sleeping bag here cause I'm leaving for camp right after school. What if......hehe.

This of course means I won't have internet access for the whole weekend as I would be in the great outdoors, but I'm sure if I we're close enough you would have already have known that. If you just found out I'm leaving then you probably wouldn't have noticed that I was gone in the first place. Can't wait to see the STARS!

Will post two vocab words later.

Oh and THANKS JK for editing my files. I love you sista!

The Clock Spins Perpetually

that's how my days work too

It's 5AM. I took a nap from 6-7:30PM the previous evening, but that's yet. I don't feel crazy tired though. BUT- even I know sleep depreviation to this extent is not good. I've realized (through observation in my personal experience since the beginning of grade 12) that when I'm sleep deprived my limbs get tingly feelings, whether I'm sitting, standing, lying in bed finally trying to fall asleep. Anybody else get this too? Better yet, anybody know if it's normal?

I just had to blog to prove I was up at this hour. I know it's nothing to be proud of, but I do feel some pride to the "last man (person) standing and first man (or woman) up." However, I don't think I can stand up, if I never sat, or lied down or... you know what I mean!

I told rs I would use this word next. Did you know he's my role model? (The ambiguity in this last sentence is totally the tone it many of tt's blogs).

pre·text

   [pree-tekst]

–noun

1.

something that is put forward to conceal a true purpose or object; an ostensible reason; excuse: The leaders used the insults as a pretext to declare war.

2.

the misleading appearance or behavior assumed with this intention: His many lavish compliments were a pretext for subtle mockery.

Secret Identities

didn't you know that we all have one?

“So they really do drink blood?” I stuttered out in awe as Jane shovelled more sand into her bucket as I kneeled there in the sandbox, eyes wide and shinny starring past Jane’s shoulder to where Mommy was pushing my three year old brother, Jack on the swings.

“I heard it myself going down the slide last week. The older kids were on the monkey bars, talking about babysitters. That boy Tom, who lives on the fifth floor, said they act nice, especially in front of the adults, but they’re secretly blood sucking vampires! And Tom’s in third grade now, so he must be right. Plus my sister’s always on the phone with her friends going on and on about how vampires are like the thing these days? They’re supposedly very pretty and she giggles about kissing one. Yuck! Well, I have to go inside now, but be careful tonight Sandra alright? ”

“What if I eat all my vegetables for a week? Let’s pinky swear! Can you please, please, pleaseee, not go then?” I begged my mother in my final attempt at the door.

Mommy finished tying her running shoes. “Don’t be silly Sandra, your dad and I go on night hikes all the time. Now give me a kiss, Daddy’s waiting outside.”

“But it was different, cause grandma came to look after us!” I pecked her on the cheek. I know she wouldn’t leave up here if she knew the truth, but that vampire’s acting is just too good.

Upstairs, Jack already fell for her trap. His Lego was scattered across the living room floor and she sat playing with him, flashing her bright white teeth. I stood in the doorway, staring at her, imaging how those white teeth would transform into sharp fangs. She looked up, stared right into my eyes and smiled. I slowly backed out of the doorway, ran down the hall to my room and locked the door.

I jumped into bed and pulled my blankets over my head. Snatching Mr. Teddie from my on top of my pillow I squeezed him tight. What am I going to do? What about Jack? But I can’t just go out there, she’ll get both of us. But as Jack’s big four year old sister I must protect him! I took in a deep breath. I need to go out there again.

I pulled the bed sheets from underneath me and tied it on my back like a cape. I remember Mommy reading a story where vampires were afraid of garlic and light. I ran to my toy chest and rummaged through to find my Polly Pocket mirror, mini flashlight from our camping trip and the garlic from my play kitchen set. I stood in the middle of my room, hands on my hip. Something was missing... I ran to my dresser and grabbed my bandana. Tying in on my head, I now looked and felt ready for battle. Holding onto Mr. Teddie we stomped back into the battlefield.

When I walked into the living room Jack looked up and pointed at me. “Sandra looks funny,” he said with a chuckle. “Cute bandana,” said the vampire, but of course I knew she was trying to lure me in. I tried convincing Jack to come play in my room, but as usual once he has his Lego he can go on for hours. I picked up the closest book to pretend to read, but really I was peeping over the top to keep an eye on Jack.

After a while, the vampire looked at her watch and said, “Oh, it’s time for bed Sandra. I’ll help you get ready.”

“Stop! Stay where you are. I’m okay by myself” and scurried off to the bathroom. Standing infront of the sink I looked up. Man, was it tall. The truth was I couldn’t reach my tooth brush or turn on the water, mom usually helped me. Of course, I didn’t get a yellow star for in kindergarten class for what they call problem solving skills for nothing. I put the toilet seat down and climbed up. I stretched and grabbed my Winnie the Pooh toothbrush with a big grin. However, no matter how much I stretched couldn’t turn on the tap. Eventually, I sulked back into the living room, head down, toothbrush in my hand and mumbled, “I can’t turn on the water.”

She came in to read to me and tuck me in. I decided to pretend to fall asleep, and once she leaves my room I’ll get up and wait for her to make her move. The garlic, flashlight and mirror were under my pillow. She started reading my favourite book Farmer Peggy Makes Tomato Soup.

“It’s TO-MAT-TO, not TO-MATE-TO. And mommy always reads it using different voices for all the characters.”

She let out a little laugh and said, “Oops, thanks for correcting me” and continued the story using different voices for all the characters. I look up at the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling. I must admit, I liked the way she read, especially the way she made the animal sounds. In my head I started running through all the hiding spots in the house, in case I needed it later tonight when she makes her move. My eyelids slowly get heavier and heavier. Her voice started to fade as the smell of tomato soup filled the air.

The full moon shown through the window onto Sandra’s peacefully sleeping face. Her mom, Mrs. Vamper sat beside her stroking her hair. Mr. Vamper walks into the room. “The sitter left. I paid her and told her we might need her more than once next month. Now that spring’s coming around there’s more animals in the woods and I’ve been thirsty all winter.”

Mrs. Vamper continues stroking Sandra’s hair. “I can’t wait till the kids come of age, so we can all hunt together. It can be like our month family vacation. Boy, is Sandra going to freak out when she gets older and her thirst kicks in,” she said in an amused voice.

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- This is my english short story assignment. It's my first draft. I have yet to edit so excuse the errors. It's about 400 words over the teacher's stated maximum, but really do you see anything I should (and could) cut out (without ruining the story)? I had fun writing this. It's inspired by the kids I babysit. I pictured them as I typed every single word. Ha, guess this makes me the vampire... Well, fruit punch is my favourite drink...hahaha NOT!

p.s Coming onto blogspot has become a proclivity.

pro·cliv·i·ty

   [proh-kliv-i-tee]

–noun,plural-ties.

natural or habitual inclination or tendency; propensity; predisposition: a proclivity to meticulousness.

How Do I Start My Day...

when I didn't end my yesterday?

It 6:30AM. I did not sleep. The last time I slept was yesterday afternoon where I took an 2hour nap? It took 6 hours to do that law brief. It was.. it is still so confusing. I'm reading my writing and it sounds like gibberish. It also ended up MUCH longer than anticipated. I can't help it. Due to the scarce number of evaluations in that course each mark counts, so how can I possibly risk no giving a sufficient explanation?

I'm going away for Super Council Leadership Retreat this weekend. I would be so much more excited if I didn't have a 1500 word economics essay to START researching for and possibly three tests to study for due the beginning of next week. I anticipate staying up again. I have to create and finalize my english creative writing assignment (600 words) in 24 hours.


G1 G1 G1. I'm supposed to go this afternoon. I'm actually worried. They all say it's common sense, but of course thats the one thing I kind of lack, now that is a moot statement. (A word that I came across in the law research. I searched up yesterday, but forgot and had to research it again. I shouldn't forget it now).

moot

¹   [moot]

–adjective

1.

open to discussion or debate; debatable; doubtful: a moot point.

2.

of little or no practical value or meaning; purely academic.

3.

Chiefly Law. not actual; theoretical; hypothetical.

–verb (used with object)

4.

to present or introduce (any point, subject, project, etc.) for discussion.

5.

to reduce or remove the practical significance of; make purely theoretical or academic.

6.

Archaic. to argue (a case), esp. in a mock court.

–noun

7.

an assembly of the people in early England exercising political, administrative, and judicial powers.

8.

an argument or discussion, esp. of a hypothetical legal case.

9.

Obsolete. a debate, argument, or discussion.

Sorry, I'm Out of the Office So Please Leave A Message

But really, if I wanted to take your call I would be in the office.

az took a break today! That's right, she took the day off. Technically, not spontaneously deciding to take the day off, but this morning she made the decision to put her herself, more specifically her health as a priority.

Well first she had her appointments. She got driven there, but told the chauffeur she would be okay by herself. I've been going to all my appointments by myself for the longest time. I thought it was normal? Then last week jk had to go to the doctors for her eye infection. She made her parents go with her (sorry for the exposure jk) and that made me wonder: is it normal for me to prefer this kind of independence? My parents offered to go with me, but I told them not to bother and assured them I would be fine by myself. Afterwards, I was reflecting on my appointment and realized I really did prefer being myself today, but then right after the appointment I really wanted to talk to anyone of my friends (but they were all unavailable). So, am I really that independent? I was telling wl about it and he said, "You're an independent person that likes to do things by yourself sometimes." Which I realized is really true. I enjoy my solitude during certain tasks and would hyperventilate if I did not have someone to relate my daily ups and downs with every so often.

I've explained this concept to several people. Having (close) friends is not necessarily about finding someone that you can trust completely. It's not about picking out that one person that will take all your secrets to their grave or stand by your side forever. I don't even know if I ever used those definitions of friends. Well, there's no denying that at one point we've all claimed in high-pitched kiddy voices that we'll be best friends forever. Or, for some of us we have experienced that moment that sings out, "This is it. I've found the one. This will be forever." Well, that first relationship of ours will likely end, BUT don't fret. You will find another person, another relationship and fall in love again.

jk says I'm jaded because I feel like I've seen it, experienced it, once "had" it so I had no desire to put the time investment to go through the whole process again. I guess I did/do have that feeling to some extent, but hey I'm back in the game. It's different each time I think, it's interesting and you learn so much about yourself, the other person, other people in general. Relating, working with and communicating with others is a life long skill to work at.

I'm sure we all have those friends that used to be our Siamese twin, but now you look past them like strangers. You're sitting right beside them and you feel...nothing. Your mind, that once would have been concerned that your friendship is distancing can't even bother with that and is instead thinking of all the other things you could be doing right now. What I'm preaching is that best friends exist in phases. Depending on your stage in life you'll inevitably meet new people and spend more time with certain people. Don't be upset. What you guys had will forever be stored in each other's memories and no matter what you will be a part of that other person's past. Although you may be loyal to a (best) friend for the rest of your life I think it'll be very rare for your friendship to be at that peak eternally. Reflecting, at different ages there were different people that I would consider the person I was closest with. Many of them I don't even talk to (that much) anymore, but I still appreciate them and would not be able to put anyone above anybody else. Some of them I would stop talking to, but then we'll start again and it'll be just like old times or even better than before! They were and ARE unique in thier own ways. I think if you' guys are meant to be your paths will cross again. Until then, the small talk and rare occasions where you guys "catch up" are valuable?

Back to what I wanted to say at the beginning of this paragraph (which I've now turned into multiple paragraphs). What's important is being able to have at least one person that you're able to share all your thoughts with. Or depending on the topic have certain people that you would discuss certain issues with, so that you can just let it out. It'll keep you sane, trust me. The second part of my theory is: It's not about whether those people are trustworthy or not, but knowing and being able to survive and move on in life if they betray you or leave you for any reason. My classic example: If you murdered someone and you told your best friend who was supposed to keep it a secret. If they accidentally let it out what's the worst that could happen? You would go to jail. BUT, you actually did kill someone. You should have went to jail anyways. Most things that you share as secrets is the truth or reality because it already happened or is happening. If you have a problem with other people finding out the truth then really you should put more effort into not doing those things in the first place, not trying to hide it after the fact.

Back to today. So I got to see my heart today! A real 3-D image of my heart pumping. I was getting my echo and was by myself as you already know. My technician was this like 40 year old asian (pardon my language, but fobby) man. So I was in the room myself with him, I was in the those hopsital gown and he said it'll take about 20 minutes and that I should just relax. He turned down off the lights for me. I just had to sit in the waiting area for like an hours and mix that with my flu and I actually fell asleep! I woke up when he asked me to breathe in to get this special angle shoot with the machine. I realized about 20 minutes must have passed, but I couldn't possibly have fell into that deep of a slumber. In the waiting area I was reading the Toronto Star and there was this article about a girl getting drugged, raped and waiting up confused not knowing what happened. That kept stirring in my head for the rest of the scan. The situation I was in..was not ideal, but I won't describe it- don't want you envisioning things now.

I've wrote way too much. I was being pretty productive too. sz needs to download something on my computer so I need to finish this entry. Back to the reason I started blogging. So I was on the phone with wl in the afternoon sharing my morning with him when ph calls in and says, Mr. B wants to talk to you. It was about Business Club! He needed to consult me about one of the projects we're doing right now. I answered his questions, gave my opinion and provided somewhat of a solution. It took maybe 5 minutes. It's not like I really minded the call or giving my input, but they knew I was sick and even said get better soon. This morning al called me and I picked up my phone and opened my mouth to say, "Hello" but no sound came out. I lost my voice! It eventually kind of came in but it was raspy and weak. al couldn't understand me. It was that moment I think that I decided to take the afternoon off to rest. The appointments were in the morning and I could have made it back for the afternoon, but I decided not to. I work so hard and take so much upon myself, but really the world will keep spinning without me. At this age, I should NOT even have the need to think twice about taking a day off because I was "coughing like I had SARS" as ph puts it. So I guess the phone call was kind of ironic. Even on my first "sick day" in who knows how long, they still found a way to find me.

tt I started blogging cause I wanted to tell you about my ironic sick day and it turned into an 1.5hrs blog entry.. oh dear!
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jad·ed

   [jey-did]

–adjective

1.

dulled or satiated by overindulgence: a jaded appetite.

2.

worn out or wearied, as by overwork or overuse.

3.

dissipated: a jaded reprobate.

Procrastination Always BITES Back

but for now I'm going to pretend that everything will work out

Right now the whole house is quiet and I've procrastinated all day, yet again! Virgin radio is on and "Nothin' On You" by B.o.B is playing. I love this song. This song brings back memories. I remember the week before March Break I was staying up late till the wee hours in the morning and I had the radio on. The music was so lovely, it kept me high spirited, focused and working till the sun cracked through the next morning. Well, I have that classic, "I'm forcing myself to stay up to do homework and my eyes are getting heavy," feeling right now. I think I'm going to call it a night. I'll work extra hard and productively all week to make up for the lost time.

I've checked my blog and other peoples' blogs so many times today, as I waited for them to update with a new post. I am so hooked. Well, at least I ditched Facebook. I gave jk my password and she changed it. I'm not going on until after exams in June. Sometimes I wished I knew how to lock certain websites or restrict my internet access time. I would need to block thestar.com, my blogspot, and youtube. It will help with the time consuming, aimless internet browsing.

I let myself nap for like 4 hours from like 10AM - 2 AM. It was because of my dry cough, which is still bugging me right now. It was nice deciding to drop everything and just let myself rest. It seems sad, but being sick is the only excuse I have to actually let myself relax completely and even now I'm having trouble accomplishing that. The only thing I've done today was work on Super Council stuff. I was so productive for those 4 hours or so. I did so much writing!

I just asked jk for a vocabulary word to end my entry with. She said soporific, which I'm going to use tomorrow because I am going to be working away late into the morning. Today it's going to be infatuate. al is totally infatuated and today I questioned whether I am or not. I still don't know. I've decided all my vocabulary will be connected to my day/ post in one way or another.

I don't like dictionary.com's definition for this word, but I guess for the sake of consistency...

in·fat·u·ate

  verb,-at·ed, -at·ing, adjective, noun

–verb (used with object)

1.

to inspire or possess with a foolish or unreasoning passion, as of love.

2.

to affect with folly; make foolish or fatuous.

–adjective

3.

infatuated.

–noun

4.

a person who is infatuated.

Mistakes

We're prone to make them again and again...

Oh dear, in the previous blog, after editing 4 times and promising to not edit it again I noticed another mistake! I spy with my little eyes a sentence that jumped from present to past tense. Who will spot it first?

If t.t reads my blog she will for sure scrutinize my writing and find this error.

As promised:
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scru·ti·nize

  verb,-nized, -niz·ing.

–verb (used with object)

1.

to examine in detail with careful or critical attention.

–verb (used without object)

2.

to conduct a scrutiny.