<joel> ayoye. it's Friday afternoon right now, and a very snowy one at that. I sit here in the Bonne Renomée at lovely Sam-de-Cham, avoiding a bit of studying. French, then Math - then the weekend, I'll manage. lol. actually, I'm going to JF's today (and some of tommorrow) to study for exams and to enjoy myself. it should be something to brighten up my weekend... then after the exams on the 25th, Darkness Falls - Jacques nor Alicia will be able to make it... but Mariel probably will, as will I and maybe even JF (and Christie.) which should be fun, and ultimately de-stressing. then I have V-p-V formation (Vague-par-Vague is a peacful comittee that I am on that has a formation weekend that gives helpful classes and all that good stuff) followed by my Ju-Jutsu belt test on the 31st. I realised yesterday actually that it's going to be a marvelous way to get rid of this horrid month, by winning a new belt a continuing on with the new promising semester. great! but first, I have to get through the obstacles... which I can do. anywho, last night @ 12:45 AM or so, I was awoken by a sound of crying. it was Benoit. he had wet the bed, and my dad """joyfully""" got up and went to go help the poor kid. when Ben was almost all clean, Ben started to gag. he ran to the bathroom - but it was too late. little Ben had thrown up all over the bathroom floor. what's worse was as he was running to the bathroom, he tripped - so, as a result of this, he not only fell in his vomit, he slid in it all the way to the other side of the bathroom. POOR KID!!! Good Lord... ewww.... anywho, that's all - until later.
Should be a good weekend,
Godspeed!!!
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<joel> hey ya'll - it's an extremely bittah Tursday mornin', and I'm indifferent at this very moment. well - recap since Tuesday morning... 48 hours ago. well, I got two more tests on Tuesday - one was Math.... 58%... and French presentation... 55%. BLAH! I'm going to be studying my ars off for exams anyhow... but I do have some good news. I had a Géo test on Tuesday. I didn't tell my parents about it, and studied. I got it back yesterday - 91%. :-D! dayam I'm doin' good in dat course! rock on!!! ya - so that's my victory speech for ya. anywho, that was a depressing day, but there was at least Leader Corps, which was a lot of fun... apart from the fact that I ate a DONUT!!!! :'-( I know, I know, it's only oooneee donut... but whatever. anywho, the next day (aka yesterday.... ouhhh...) was an OK day. like I said, I got my Géo results on that day, so that was fun, and the rest of the day was decent. Ju-Jutsu, holy bejeesus! one of the biggest workouts ever.... like, half an hour for running on the spot, 400 sit-ups, crunches, jumping jacks, punches, techniques, you name it!!! holé, but at least it gets / keeps me in shape. what else in planned for the future... oh yeah, I believe I'm going to JF's for the weekend to study. which is "not" needed. *cough* lol - oh, well. I believe that Amanda's trying to avoid me. I don't know if it's because of all of her work, orrrr exams, but she just seems to be really avoid-ish lately, and it's worrying me, we're the kind of friends that just wouldn't fight normally, or would have any controversy or things like that, so I hope everything's OK with that girl. ohhh!!!! one last thing - I called Alicia last night - and it was scarrry! dayam, I called before, and her sister said that she was 'revising,' so I called back like 25 minutes later, and it was her mom who answered, and ALL I heard was one very angry mother screaming, "Alicia! GET THE PHONE!!!!" then I heard a weird crackling noise and someone was pushing down a number button without letting go. I hung up, making the sign of the cross towards the phone and ran away. oh, well!!
Good Times,
-67-Joel-Canada-
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<joel> Goddamnit Goddamnit Godamnit!!!!!!!! Ben... uuuuuggghhh!!!! I started today like... well, tired and since Dad worked all night, Mom drove us all to school. therefore, I have to bring Ben, who is 4 years old, into his daycare. he hates school. so he cries, and has to blow his nose a million times before even mildly satisfied. then, just as I was about to let him go, I couldn't find his shoes in his beg. oh, mercy. so this nice daycare lady comes along, and she knows he can be right the whiner, so she tries to comfort him. she finally brings him in the other room, and he emerges a minute later apparantly wearing the wrong shoes. (well, I think.) anyways... I've had enough of mom & dad's poppycock with this... I'm only 15, damnit!!! anywho... good news with plan 'Jesus', but from now on it's strictly confidential with any of my school peeps and otherwise. no offense to them, but now that- well, it stops there. hum dee dum, rest of the month is a little bit "occupied, maybe..." I have exams next week (for which I have 'studied') followed by V-p-V formation @ the Villa Madonna (I also 'know' where that is..) followed by, on the 31st, a nice, comfortable belt test. February had better be a damn good month. -sigh- until laterr..
Forever Young :D,
...The Walking Pepsi Ad.
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<joel> ah... normal day. yet it's a Sunday. and sundays are sundays. you know how it is.. anyways, I have a dillema on me hands. weekends have always been a tunnel to get through. on Tuesday @ lunch, it's "at this time tommorrow, the week is half-done!" so... I desperately try to get through the week by following mini-rituals every week to get through it. however, this means the weekend has to be a relief. that is why my weekends have to have something good planned, so I can have something to look forward to. let me know in your Shout Out if this is a normal idea, or if I'm just ultra-fricked. anywho, today was decent. after church, which is always... varied, we went on over to Mémère's house for a spot o' lunch and I needed some yarn for my proj. tommorrow, so we mosied down into... whatever neighbourhood is close to Dominion - I mean, Icky n' Gross Beach. after some nice... I forget, followed by some chocolate, Mémère told me some humorous stories of when I was very young, like 3 or something, when I was living in a Fredericton apartment with her, Thomas, and my mom as she got her... 'Teaching Diploma' -shrugs- @ S.T.U. She laughed fondly, remembering when I always wanted to go to a certain playground, and if I didn't I'd get very angry. lol! it was cute to remember... anyways, then came K8's class, and it was really great!!! people were apparantly enchanted by my reading as Mr. Darling of Peter Pan, I was oh-so-proud! :-D but GET this: this snotty / retarded kid in the other class who plays _____________ (all personal info will be removed for... oh, who cares) it's this guy in the Act 1 class, (10-12 year olds) and at the reading @ Kate's two weeks ago, we both had two headbands the same color: black. so, when I left, (and since I live SO long away from Kate's, *cough* I was the first to leave) and "Blank" noticed this, he noticed it wasn't his designer headband (yes, designer headband... who needs a life?) and he promptly held my headband with two fingers and snobbishly said, "No way am I wearing this." so, Mr. Snotso called Kate and explained his immensley horrid dillema to her, and so she was forced to call me about it. I brought it to class today, and asked where mine was. he looked at me like I had emerged from a mud-filled pigsty and had munched his grandparents, and said "ugh - it's at Kate's." gee thanks. but, there WAS an upside to all of this: I found my grey hat! HA-llehuiah! lol well that's nice... I'ma go now...
Foh sho!,
_Schnazzy Joel_
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<joel> hi ho, hi ho, it's off to church we go. it's Sunday mornin', ya'll and I'm geering up for another Joel* brand f*cked-up day!!! fecked up does not necessairely mean negative, keep this in mind!! I have church, I have some homework... like my very odd & confoozling theater presentation, which is either going to be either good or really bad. then I have theater, where I am transformed not to 'Super Joel' or anything lame like that, more like 'Mr. Darling.' then's more homewor. wowzaz. right now I'm listening to 'Cars' by Fear Factory, which is very strangely nostalgic of the 80's for me... well, of the late eightie's in good ol' Greendale. :-) anyways, last night I was talking to Justine, and she showed me a picture of her older sister who lives in B.C., and then I told JF, who then told Justine. Justine was angry about this, so I told J.F. it was 'unschnazzy of him' to do that. he responded, 'fuck you, Joel.' well that caught me off-guard... very much so. as if Thomas, my brother, the world's biggest, fattest, greasiest, ugliest, most obnoxious person on earth doesn't swear at me violently every SINGLE DAY. he threatens to 'stab my face' if he doesn't get his way. when I tell him it's sick, he laughs and gives me the finger. "Yes, you can have your very own self-esteem booster... Right at home!" I'm not saying JF is horrible, but it was really... random and stupid. ah, well. school's tommorrow - I can barely contain myself!! -vomits- blech.
...Whodathinkit,
Go 80's!!!
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<joel> ah, this evening sucks. I have to absolutely make a resolution to myself to plan a social event/activity EVERY WEEKEND!!! cause this is just depressing... I'm spending a saturday night at home, and I'm 15 years old. these are the most socially explorative years of my life, aren't they? well, I'm assuming they are and the point is that this sucks. blah. not to mention I'm still really depressed over Jesus, call me an un-schnazzy moper for it, but it's something missing in my heart, and it's lingering... and not knowing sucks ass. and I just don't want to let go, because a trillion 'what ifs' pop up into my over-worked mind and underused imagination. and it just sucks. I dunno... teenage love, makes you or breaks you. dayam. anyways, an OK day, a lot of running around and lying around, which made for a somewhat pointless saturday, without productivity. and why do I give a damn? because I wasn't doing anything else, that's how my mind works. and it's not the blissful non-productivity as during the Holidays, because that's when you're supposed to be blissfully lazy, but alas - let's all love weekends. and weekdays. ...and if you know what the fuck I'm talking about right now, this all points back to... planning social activities!!! ...and kicking Alicia in the butt to talk to Jesus. and no, not through prayer.
Unsure?,
...I'd say so.
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