timothy is off to university tomorrow. tracey is off to highschool on tuesday. and guess what im homeschooled!.
nope, im still at td. which means another year of...td. ha. um. i was thinking...who's gonna be on our grad picture posted in the foyer : vice principal, janitor, secretary, bus driver, or coolest grade nine of the year.? thats just under two years away. im safe.
so far ive started something new every year. grade nine was easy. everything was new. grade 10, i did the music council thing. plus the acting thing instead of the spotlight Joshua thing. plus the cool new friends thing. plus the wishbone thing. im bad at that one though, i must not do it right. grade 11 i think might be a little bit tougher to find new things. perhaps some new friends will come trotting along into my life. we'll see. but ive got the desiree thing, yes! ive got the back to my homeroom thing. ive got the missing nathan and all the other kids in music council thing. but thats really the same as my homeroom-back. ive got the upper locker thing. ben hartholt is below me...and he's so much taller than me. i feel bad. just like i feel bad about walking with an umbrella...cause its hard to share the itsy bitsy umbrella unless you're my height or shorter. ive got the potential jazz band thing-y. ive got the new badminton partner thing. (o gosh lanar;)!) ive got the bought-a-new-sweatshirt-i-can-wear-when-i-want-a-hood-and-my-bed-back thing. ive got the email thing. ive got the demented heart thing. and ive got the whap-me-on-the-head-hiss-buzz-floop thing. so maybe grade 11 wont be as hard as i thought...well, i mean the got-new-things. that wont be so hard. but really that all started with:
gr.9 - new everything
gr.10 - music council
gr.11 - jazz band
gr.12 - any suggestions?
i dont like my fridge, computer, or dishwasher. they all get quiet and make me feel rather awkward.
the clock says 8.32. my clock woke me up at 6.30. my phone's ringing.
this is so not me. i think ive burst all the 'me' on this 'me' thing im doing in bed at night. the, run-back-and-grab-your-memory-stick-it-in-and-view thing. killer i know.
readers and comment posters: i think i fixed the time. we'll see where that takes us.
hey look:
september 28, 2005
me:

my shoulder hurts from banging into the door frame one too many times
i like to know what that button does
sometimes i sing off key
on -- the french one
never 256
a loop at the end of my braid
one wheel
that tree on my front lawn that wont grow
a list like this
special words
a trip with an unknown destination
phone calls from those people who never call
singular sometimes and plural sometimes
quote on quote
i dont know
mittens
the absense of rings on my fingers
a rose garden
an empty corner
a full corner
5 senses
when people notice things that i didnt
homeroom just cause everyone else hates it, but im really not contradictory
squinted eyes
brown and green, but why dont i like turtles
freedom
grandmothers and rocking chairs, especially the one at mcmichael
antiques
class, not the school one
commas
round things that become "unrounded"
little containers
unknown reasons and reasons that are made up when its over
hidden thoughts, and metaphors, not simile
mistakes

september 29, 2005

Okay so the sky is blue, and I can see the clouds. But the sun went down over an hour ago and the streetlights are on. And I think Id say it were noon if the moon shone brighter.
So I’ve realized that the end of summer love and the abrupt need for mittens aren’t the only things I need to get used to as October decides to come around

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and holy! im too smart for my own good. i like to look back and realize i was looking forward.
so here's to a new time. clink. clink. and..
love,
hiss-buzz-floop.