Hasta Mañana...

Unfortunately, even though I dread coming to this school, I have no choice but to return next year. Well I guess I do haUnfortunately, even though I dread coming to this school, I have no choice but to return next year. Well I guess I do ve a choice, because I am (hopefully) graduating, but there are still some things I need to take if I want to go to college.

    Coming into WO, I looked for the easy way out, taking courses I thought I could pass no problem. But now it seems that doing so only prolonged my stay at this rediculous school.

    I suppose it's not too bad of a school. I mean, there aren't any guns or weapons of any sort brought here by kids. Kids here are quite harmless. Physically. I just get sick of being in the same scene with the same people doing the same stuff (stuff being extremely boring). I was really excited to be gone and out of this area starting my own life. 

    My original plan was to move to London with my sister and her boyfriend, get a full time job and save up for college. I wanted to go to Fanshawe for the Photojournalism course.

    But maybe I'm just not ready for that yet. So basically, next year after this wonderful summer comes to an end, I will be hesitantly returning to WO. I'll see you other unlucky peeps next year!

I'm not too big on politics...

     For the first two options for blog posts, I don't really have much to say. I voted this year, and rest in peace Osama. I suppose I'll answer the third topic. So, guarenteed billions or guarenteed hubby. Well I'm thinking if I get to fall in love, no questions asked, I would pick that. It would be even better if I could somehow choose the occupation of the lucky dude. Then we could be rich and in love! Ha ha.
     If that isn't and option, however, there is always a chance we can win the lottery! Then we would be able to sit side by side on our mulit-million dollar property, sticking our feet in our olympic sized pool protected by the shade of our golden palm trees. At night we could have a candlelight dinner just soaking in our undying love for eachother over red wine. After a while we will go to bed in our double king sized canopy bed and have sweet dreams beside eachother. 
     Months or years later, I would go sit by the pool, but by myself. He would have dinner outside with a glass of scotch while I'm inside with a strong martini. He would fall asleep way on the other side of the house on the couch while I drown in our oversized bed by myself.
     I guess I'm saying that with the way people work, it is rare to have love and money. You can't have it all. I would be content with having a normal house, a queen sized bed, and using the community pool if that means that I get to fall in love and stay in love. Besides, whats the point of having all of that stuff, if you have no one to share it with, being alone in that huge empty house by yourself?

This Vampire Doesn't Exactly Sparkle...

     I was looking through articles on the Metro website and I saw a picture of a horrific looking "lady". I read the article and learned that she transformed her body to deal with the years of abuse she encountered at home. She implanted horns and has almost 100% of her body tattooed.

     I chose this article to share because a) she looks really freaky! and b) to maybe get some of you to read more about her   
     Hope you check it out! :)
http://www.metro.co.uk/weird/860041-vampire-woman-gets-horns-implanted

Some Say "Victory Lap". I, On the Other Hand Feel More Defeated.

     My original plan was to get the hell out of this school, this town, maybe even this province. I was going to move far away, get a job (maybe two) and save up for college. Unfortunately for me that isn't going to happen. I sat down with my lovely guidance counsellor, Mr. Dertinger, and realized I have taken absolutely NOTHING that has to do with my career path and to be quite honest, my marks this year suck. No college is even going to look at my application, it would make a better kleenex.

     So my final decision is to come back. Reluctantly. I am so not happy about it but oh well. I took coop which might move my college application from a kleenex to maybe a coffee mug coaster. I also took 3 classes that contribute to my career path, so thats also good.
     Now all thats left is better grades. Since I got arrested and suspended, my mother has been cracking down the whip. I've completed many assignments from months and months ago. I have to say, it feels much better now that I have all that stuff handed in and I hope it brings my marks up a hell of a lot.
     I guess it won't be that bad, I can't really imagine myself living by myself yet anyways and not going to school. I just kinda wish it was somewhere either than here.

East Coast Here I Come!!

     Last summer, my parents, sister, brother and I took a lengthly drive over to visit the East Coast for 2 weeks. The night before my family goes on a huge trip, we pack up all our stuff in our big white van and lay out blankets and pillows so we can crawl out of bed at 5 am and get started on our way! The first half of the day started out with a nice long snooze in the crowded back seat, me and my sister both curled up in the sleeping bag.

     We never fought that much on the way there, me and my sister, but my little brother on the other hand, was the most annoying, loud, whiney, and grumpy child on the planet! He was upset because me and my sister had a portable DVD player and were watching the O.C. on it on the way there, and he was bored. The whole front of the van was COVERED in dinky cars, books, and about half of his toy collection and HE was BORED! We ended up buying him a cheap little portable DVD player on one of our pit stops at walmart that we always make when we remember all the stuff we forgot to grab at the house that are clearly a necessity.
     After we got to Quebec we stayed in a very nice little cottage-like motel. But the next day we were on our way again. This day was much more interesting because we got to see land and buildings that we don't see much of in Ontario. The highways were much nicer to look at and suprisingly clean! We stopped for lunch and had a nice picnic in a park area beside some information place. We also needed to switch the ice in the cooler, which was now water, so the food would stay good untill we got to our destination.
     Late that night we arrived in Nova Scotia. There were a LOT of trees and the feeling of being "in the middle of nowhere" in Nova Scotia and New Brunswick. My favourite part of the trip was Prince Edward Island. I loved going over the bridge and the red sand and beaches.
     The trip back was about the same as the way there, but we were more restless due to the fact that we had been driving around for 2 weeks and we NEEDED to get out of that car. All was going well until we got to Toronto. We eneded up getting stuck in a really great 2 HOUR traffic jam. My favourite! I think thats what gave me the need to go on a very very long jog when we FINALLY reached our cozy little bungalo in New Hamburg :)

It was going so well...

     One lovely warm evening in Florida, my Dad suprised us with a short dinner cruise that ended in a magic show. I was quite excited to go and quickly got ready in our Liki Tiki Resort room. We set off soon after and it was going really well untill...

     My Dad seemed to have forgotten the directions to the dock. All hope lost we drove around aimlessly trying to remember where the dock was that our boat was to be setting off in less than 15 minutes!
      For those of you who don't know my Dad, he is the type who uses alot of crude language and high volumes when he is a little upset. And my Dad was raging mad so I'm sure you can imagine why I was sitting in the back seat, ears plugged and not paying attention to the road rage my Dad was displaying as I clutched the HOLY S**T bar tightly. ( a HOLY S**T bar is that little handle above the window you clutch when you are in fear of you life due to the person in the drivers seat driving like a complete maniac.)
     Luckily within 3 minutes of departure, we arrived in the parking area and ran to catch our boat before it left us on shore.
     Dinner would have been wonderful if it werent for the little girl behind me puking the whole time. Yum.

     If I had to choose a decade to go back and visit for a while I would have to say the '60s. I happen to like tye dye and psychedelic hippies. I would spend my days laying in the nice long green grass and smokin some of the other green grass while listening to the hearthrobs of beatnick music. I would be dressed in a nice flowy colourful dress with flowers in my hair playing those little guitar things.

     I would also drive a VW "hippie van". I've always wanted one of those things. It would be covered in psychedelic colours and flowers. Me and my van would be inseperable. It would be the main focus of all of my ... extracurricular activities.
    So basically, I like how chill the '60s were and I think I could make the transition from 2011 to 1960 quite easily.