Saturday, November 30, 2002
I feel like a bad citizen
I missed the Festival of Lights last night and I feel so dirty. I've gone to that Festival for the last four years and I can't think of anything better to do on the last Friday of November. Is it a proper excuse to say that I hadn't seen my boyfriend in almost two weeks and that last night we made up for it? Because it's true. We even planned on going, but at the last minute, Harry Potter came on TV and every part of me gave in to the movie. How could a fictional little boy-wizard have such a hold on me? One strong enough to make me miss my festival? Oy vey.
And to make things worse, I worked today, today being the day after the Festival, which means it was the Santa Claus Parade. How could I do this to Markham? First I skip out on the Homeopener and Markham Bowl, now this. What's become of me? I hope I can make up for it by living here when I have a family. I realized this morning that Markham is a great place for kids to grow up. We have such a sense of community, tons of street festivals in Unionville and Markham, we're not too far from the city, there's quaint and quiet areas as well as more developed ones...it's perfect. Anyway, I'm a way's away from having kids, so we'll see what happens.
Thursday, November 28, 2002
Please Excuse The Past Interruption
I genuinely apologize for my unexpected hiatus from blogging, but my busy life got the better of me and so I disappeared into the world of stress for a little bit. Things are really picking up at school and for some reason, I wasn't as prepared as I thought I would be. And so I'm dealing as best I can.
Drama rehearsals are starting and I'm not as nervous about this one-act comedy thing afterall, it turns out that the play will actually be funny. Kind of weird, but funny. I hope. I have ISPs coming out my ears, and I finally started to write them. This being a good thing as they are both due next week.
Parent/Teacher Night was tonight, and my feet are absolutely screaming at me. My back isn't any better yet either, but I think it was all worth it. I love helping, and generally being a goody-goody. Being nice is...nice. I like smiling and giving directions and running around and organizing and being bossy all at the same time. It's what I do best I guess. So I heard that the prinicpal and two VPs were singing my praises at the end of the night which always makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Plus, one of the janitors said to my fellow head honch (Chris, who was also superfantastic) "Make sure to thank that little girl."
I feel very warm and fuzzy indeed.
Monday, November 25, 2002
1 Month and Counting....
My lower back is in much pain, but I think that it was worth it. I spent Saturday afternoon lugging my Chirstmas tree up a flight of stairs by myself, and then setting it up three times (because I did it wrong the first two times), only to have my family complain that it's crooked. Oh, how supportive they are. Then yesterday, I sat hunched over a pile of cords and light bulbs, checking every single bulb to make sure they worked and replacing 3 strings worth of lights. So now my shoulders hurt too. "But it's all for Christmas, so it's okay!" That's what I've been telling myself. I think it's working so far.
I even had my company Christmas party already. The staff and friends of the VWC spent a fun filled evening at Canton Restaurant, talking about pregnancy over dinner. Greg and I had to be late, so we got stuck sitting at the less-than-entertaining table full of middle-aged women and their husbands. The other table broke out in laughter oh so often at some hilarious story Steve (who has a great Aussie accent) told them. We talked about pregnancy.
Later that evening, I experienced death-by-dessert back at the doctor's house, and showed off my gambling skills. Thanks to my dear grandma, I now play mahjong like a pro.
Saturday, November 23, 2002
This is great....
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To Good Friends, Good Food and a Jolly Good Time
Greg is gone today; in fact, he was gone yesterday, and Friday just didn't feel like a Friday. But for the first time in too long, I got to spend an evening with friends. Much to Greg's jealousy I'm sure, I spent an evening with friends eating crepes, delicious crepes, mind you. Praise to Eileen and Winnie for a job well done.
I bought my first lottery ticket yesterday too. After a week of Gary's nagging, how could I not? I think I feel lucky enough to win...$2 for a one-in-billion chance to win $17 million...is that worth it? The last time I had a lottery ticket, I won $2 and a free ticket. How cool would it be if I actually won large amounts of cash this time? Good things have been happening to me lately...keep your fingers crossed.
We went out to Blockbuster after stuffing ourselves with the yummy French desert and rented 40 Days and 40 Nights. Is it wrong of me to like that movie? Because I did. I do! It was funny enough to make me laugh out loud (most likely to Eileen's parents' annoyance), included lots of sexual humour (which I'm finding myself to enjoy muchly), and had just a tinge of romance, just enough to make me swoon, not gag. That thing with the orchid was the most sensual thing I've ever seen.
But for some reason, I feel like I've grown up too fast yet again. Why did I enjoy that movie while it made others cringe and make someone say it tainted her innocence? I'm not saying I want all my friends to be dirty and have their minds in the gutter all the time...I don't know what I'm saying. I enjoy innocence, I enjoy purity, I acknowledge and embrace those qualities, but maybe it's getting a little tiring....naivete is getting annoying.
When are we going to lose this stigma surrounding sex?
I'm feeling melancholy.
Our Lady Peace always does that to me.
Thursday, November 21, 2002
I learned to tap dance at lunch today.
After much success with the Wendy's scholarship (yay!), I have decided to look towards another award, this time, I'm going Provincial. I saw this ad in the paper a while back and I've been ignoring it for a while, but a few days ago, I figured I might as well go for it. It's the Ontario Junior Citizen Award and I'm actually really excited about it now. How cool would it be to Junior Citizen of the Year? Extremely, I think. I just need to fill out another annoying application form and find others to sing praises of me. Whee. It feels strange to ask for reference letters, it kind of makes it feel as though you weren't really volunteering your time because you're getting this letter back...it feels like money or something...I've always thought that one should never receive anything tangible for volunteering; the warm fuzzy feeling inside is enough.
I spoke at the DECA Workshop after school about selling yourself. I am a hooker after all. :o) Rugby, people, rugby!
Anyway, it was the first time I've ever been invited to speak at a meeting or gathering of some sort as a guest speaker. It felt nice. I hope I helped. I realized that after teaching people how to win at these DECA competitions, I've suddenly put a whole lot of pressure on myself. After all, I was only invited because I won 1st place and others think that this means I'm going to win all the time. It'd be nice if this were true, but now I'm feeling kind of nervous even after telling everyone else not to. How ironic.
Helping other students with their work during a spare is so much more fulfilling than doing your own. I help out with a Grade 10 History class every now and then and I never thought it would be this much fun. The kids can be a little rowdy and rambunctious, but calming them down and getting them to do their work is more...fun than it is challenging. And yes, it is challenging.
My main job is to help two ESL students with their work, and after being with them a few times, I've remember what a difficult language English is. My parents have been living here for about 20 years and they still don't know how to speak it properly. Tteaching these two students or my parents is a very humbling experience. English is so hard...there are so many exceptions to every rule, and who ever thinks about conjugating their verbs anymore? Thus, we should all go back to speaking Latin.
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
Medea, Like You've Never Seen Her Before
So I finally got the chance to pick up my script for the Sear's Drama Festival production today. I was super excited because it's about Medea, and I recently learned the myth of Jason, plus, it's written by Christopher Durang who is also the author of my tuna fish monologue. Boy, I'm in for some interesting work....
Here are some excerpts from the play that I will be performing:
O woe, o woe, o woe,
We are so upset we speak in unison,
So pitiful, so wretched, so doomed,
Here she comes now.
Wooga. wooga, wooga.
O smart women, foolish choices, Stop the insanity! Stop the insanity! You can eat one slice of cheese, or sixteen baked potatoes! Make up your mind.
O miserable mother, to destroy your own increase, murder the babes of your body. The number you have reached is not in service at this time. Call 777-FILM.
Chorus and Medea:
Medea's happy the whole day long,
Oh the do da day!
Things will be just fine,
No need to kill her children,
Medea's feeling happy now,
Oh the do da...
Oh the do da,
Zeus and Buddha,
They're as nice as
Oh the do da
Work it through da,
Oh the do da, do da, do da day!
*Shirley buries head in hands*
What does it all mean?! Gaaaahhhhhhh!
Monday, November 18, 2002
I'm having the best week in the world.
So I'm working away on my Calc homework, when suddenly....
Woman: May I speak to Shirley Manh please?
Woman: Hi, this is Valerie calling from the University of Ottawa.
Woman: Shirley, I'm going to make you a very happy girl tonight.
Me: Whoa. What? How?
Woman: Shirley, you've just won a $3500 scholarship to the University of Ottawa!
Me: ....*jaws drop to the floor*
Valerie then goes on to explain that I won it after filling out some ballot at the University Fair. Can you believe this? What in the world did I do to deserve this? I wasn't thinking about going there, but I'm finding that I'm starting to change my mind.
I am so lucky.
My socks are still wet.
I love the snow.
Let me correct myself, I love SNOW. Snow, not slush. Sidewalks should either be completely clear of the white stuff or full of it. None of this half and half wet, mushy, slippery, slidy gunk that splashes all over your shoes and gets on your socks. I was walking so slowly and carefully that I think I hurt my knee.
*sigh* I'm a wimp.
I want the snow to last so I can play and tobaggan (did I spell that right?) down hills.
Sunday, November 17, 2002
I watched Harry Potter through the phone last night.
I need a break from Lewis Carroll and his nonsense. That book is so nonsensical and CRAZY that it makes me want to hit myself it on the head with it. Not that I haven't already done that. Oh, I appreciate J.K. Rowling so much; that woman is pure genious I tell you.
I must somehow not waste time today and work my way through two ISP outlines and a scholarship application. Can anyone believe that the Merit Foundation actually accepted my late application?! I can barely! It makes me happy that exceptions are made. I got SO lucky this time, I will definitely not risk it again in the future. Applications will be in the mail at least a week in advance and proper postage will be affixed.
It's Sunday and I have not been to Hamilton this weekend, nor have I seen Tegan and Sara perform. Why? Because whoever planned their tour decided it would be best to make all their shows 19+ events! Whose bright idea was that? It makes me sad that I didn't get to see them, but not nearly as sad as Meghan. Well, if sad means angry in a funny way.
Has anyone looked outside? SNOW! Lots of it! 20 cm are predicted for today and that means it'll be perfect for tobogganning. Did I spell that right?
Anyway, one look outside and it feels like Christmas. Our tree is going up next weekend! And I must start my shopping soon, despite the fact I have hardly any funds for it this year. How exciting it will be indeed. I am the biggest fan of Christmas.
Saturday, November 16, 2002
The Good, The Great, and The Even Better!
- I audition for the Sears' Drama Festival play.
- I attend the DECA Regional Competition.
- I did really well at my audition.
- I did really well at my competition.
- I see Harry Potter.
The Even Better:
- I get the lead role in the play!
- I get 1st Place in my category!
To Tim and Nikhil who bore me the good news, and to Greg and Gary who had to listen to my repeating of the news, I apologize for hurting your ears with my high pitched squealing. But I was happy! And excited! And estatic! Wheeeeeeeee!
Excuse my inflated head for just a moment.
Do you know what this means?! I'm good! I'm really good! Other people who were totally impartial to me and had no biases whatsoever thought so too! And I'm getting recognition for it. It's all I've ever wanted. *Ahh...* Who gets so much good news at once? It's been a good couple of hours.
Wait, does this mean that I won't be getting good news for a while to make up for my lump sum just now? I certainly hope not. I think I'm just making up the crappy year I had in Grade 12.
However, all of that nastiness is behind me now and I reign as Medea and the self-proclaimed Queen of DECA.
Boy, do I feel good.
Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets
Advanced tickets burning a hole in my wallet since last Sunday, skipping the DECA awards ceremony, waiting in line for an hour to get good seats, reading The Chamber of Secrets in two days as review...my Harry Potter experience wrapped into a neat little package.
The movie was great (!), I highly recommend it to every Harry Potter fan out there and even those who don't like Harry because I think that you might just change your mind. There were lots of flashy special effects to wow the kids (and probably scare them too), a couple good jokes the adults would appreciate, and a mizillion reasons to love Ronald Weasley even more than you already do.
The first thing you'll probably notice: "Has puberty hit these kids hard or what?!" Draco is now taller than Harry and Ron's voice is way down there with Barry White's. Although I enjoyed it thoroughly, I think it pales in comparison to the first movie. Events seemed a bit choppy, even for me who was still reading the book in the theater to make sure I could tell what the movie skipped out on. To the people who haven't read the books, the movie must've seemed like it jumped around a lot without explaining anything.
Regardless, Harry Potter is still my hero.
Thursday, November 14, 2002
Ah, Thursday evenings have never felt so wonderful! I had my audition today and I think I aced it! In the words of Little Richard: "Whoo! I feel good! Nanananananana, I knew that I would now, Nanananananana!"
I cracked a couple jokes, made them laugh...it was good. The cast list will be posted tomorrow, but I'll be at Bayview SS for DECA!
I'm nervous, but I'm going to stay calm somehow, it's no good to get overexcited...breathe....
Wednesday, November 13, 2002
Stress Levels: Too High
Gah! DECA Regionals are on Friday and here I am researching the 5 types of risk. I've been in this club for five years and now it hits me: I can find things on the internet if I don't know anything about them. False. Almost every single competition I've ever had to do for DECA, one of the criteria has been "Explain the 5 types of risk". And then I draw a blank. I still manage to somewhat kick butt on my oral competitions (go me!), but it's plagued me for too long; WHAT ARE THE 5 TYPES OF RISK?! I must find out for my own sanity's sake. So far, Google has failed me, and now, I turn to About.com.
My audition for the Sear's Drama Festival is tomorrow afternoon and I still don't have my monologue memorized. Way to go, no-go. OY. But I have faith in myself. Here, allow me to type out what I know from my monologue so far:
Hello. I am she who will be Medea. That is, I shall play the heroine from that famous Greek tragedy by Euripides for you. I attended...something...School of Dramatic Arts. At this wonderful school, we had...classical training...started from the very beginning, a very good place to start, Greek tragedy.
Good so far, no? *laugh* There's about another paragraph or so to go...I'm almost there! Lead role, here I come!
We had another University info session today at lunch...whee! I think I'm ahead of the crowd so far; I have all my universities researched (somewhat) and I know which 4 schools I'll be applying to. In no particular order: Western, Laurier, McGill and Queens. We got some of our marks in class today as well, and I'm not as happy as I should be. Universities aren't going to care about mid-term marks, but scholarships sure will. I'm not having much luck with those so far, seeing how my first application went. I'm looking towards many more, but I think I've forgotten how much work they are.
On top of everything, I've got ISPs coming out my ears! I'm still taking notes on my first book for English (which I hope to finish tonight) and my interview is sometime this week. CNAP is absolutely going to wear me out. I'll keep my fingers crossed that I don't have a stroke and that all goes well.
Things to look forward to (this weekend):
-DECA competiton = fun
-Greg time on Friday
-Double dating with Anna (meeting Scott) "Oh, they're so cute!"
-Tegan and Sara (Hamilton, here I come!)
Tuesday, November 12, 2002
School is so good right now. I've got fantastic marks coming out my ears.
DECA Regionals are on Friday and I am so excited! I've officially declared myself DECA Queen and as Queen I must win 1st Place or else I will cry. I probably won't even be there for the awards ceremony, but that's excusable since I'll be at Morningside Theaters in line for HARRY POTTER!
My tickets are burning a hole in my wallet, I'm so estatic. I think it's great that Greg kind of looks like him when his hair's down and he's got his glasses on. It makes me happy. I'm re-reading it right before I see the movie so I can tell what they skipped out on, just like last time.
Anyway, I can hardly contain my excitement that I must go practice my monologue to calm down.
Monday, November 11, 2002
Calculus is Good...Only When You Get Good Marks
So last week I studied my a** off for this Calc unit test. I did pretty horribly on my last one and I knew that I had to get a good mark on this one to make it somehow balance out. I did so badly last time I almost cried.
ANYWAY. So I studied. And I studied. Continued studying. Ate some food. Then studied some more.
I go to school extremely tired from studying so much and write the test...to make a somewhat long story short: I kicked some serious Calculus ass!
At least I thought so. The last time I felt so good about a test, I ended up getting 75% which isn't so superfantastic.
I get my mark today and guess what it is? A whopping 95%!
I kicked it in the balls so hard that they retreated into the stomach!
*laughs* Anyway, I feel really good right now.
Sunday, November 10, 2002
One of my favourite things about being Asian is all the superstitions that come with it. From having a mole on your collarbone means you'll fight with your spouse a lot, to having a big backyard means you'll save a lot of money, I've heard them all.
Tonight at the dinner table, I was introduced to another one that I'll put on my favourites list. Having lots of flesh on your nose means that you'll be rich when you're older. The more meat, the less you see the nostrils, the less chance your money has of escaping.
I have big nostrils.
I Think I Got Over It
My parents have been so supportive throughout this whole scholarship ordeal.
"Why weren't you more careful?"
"You think you know how the post works?"
"So what does this mean? You can't move away?"
"Good, stay home. It's cheaper."
Is it worth trying to mail it in now? All applications were due last Monday, the 4th...What if I mail in the little label that said "Return to Sender" with a letter explaining what happened and then begging them? Paperclip a $20 bill to it maybe?
Anyway, I think I stopped caring, but if I don't mail it in again, I might just experience the wrath of my wacky Chinese parents.
Saturday, November 09, 2002
Shirley's Guide to Feeling Better
- Go for long crisp walks in Old Markham.
- Say hello to elderly strangers.
- Spend money.
- Take an hour to tour a used book store. Buy something before you leave.
- Eat lots of unhealthy food.
- Make sure the unhealthy food is cold.
- Cold leftovers are even better.
- Don't forget the chocolate.
- Don't watch porn, it will not make you laugh despite what others have told you.
- Instead, amuse yoruself with the products on The Shopping Channel. Especially the jelly candles.
- Go to a park and swing.
- Spend time with a friend who insults you, but makes you smile and laugh at the same time.
Friday, November 08, 2002
When I Swear, You Know It's BAD
After a hard day of school and then working for 5 hours, I come home to this: A manila envelope labelled "Return to Sender". I sent out this envelope last week, it conatined my application for the Canadian Merit Scholarship which was due Monday November 4th. Today is the 8th.
It isn't fucking funny.
I put my fucking heart and soul into this fucking application and it gets sent back to me because I didn't put enough fucking postage on it. This scholarship pretty much gave you full tuition and I think that I had a pretty damn good chance at it. If you had seen the 8 pages that were in there, you'd hand over the fucking $50 000. I'm such a good kid! Why is this happening? I thought I could handle this "what ever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger" stuff, but that's all bullshit! If it doesn't kill you, it sure as hell hurts! I haven't said "It isn't fair" in quite some time because I thought I was more mature than to whine like that. I was wrong.
This isn't fucking fair!
*sigh* All I wanted was a fair chance at showing people that I deserved to win some money so I could put it towards my education. I wanted to help my parents. I wanted to make sure they didn't have to worry about paying for my schooling because I had worked hard enough and it would somehow pay off. All I wanted was to show my parents that I could. I just wanted to show myself I could.
And there it is, the fucking application sitting on my kitchen table.
Wednesday, November 06, 2002
Ow. My Head.
Oh...my...GOD. I just came from Classical Civilizations in which we had a class debate discussing whether there was one world-wide flood, many local floods or no flood at all. One team argued that there was one flood (most likely the story of Noah's Ark) and one student made a strange comment so inconceivably...and stupidly ridiculous that it totally boggled my mind.
*class is arguing, someone makes a comment against Noah and his Ark*
Student: "Okay, there was very little disease back then...I mean, Noah lived to what, his 700s?"
*Shirley is so dumbfounded that she tries to cover her ears in a vain attempt to save her brain but it's too late and she falls to the floor just as her head explodes*
Am I offending anyone who believes in the Bible? I'm sorry, because I don't. I'm agnostic; and although I think religion is very cool, I don't think I'll ever pick one up. But regardless of whether or not you follow the Bible, does anyone believe that someone actually lived to their 700s?
Pleeeeeease say no.
I feel stupider for hearing it.
Anyway, I will have to gather what's left of my brain and practice for my guitar playing test right now. Go Greensleeves. *laugh* Rock superstardom, here I come.
Tuesday, November 05, 2002
Okay, I was wondering if I could put my compu-ignorance out there. I really want to make this blog more...blog-like. Anyway, what I'm trying to get at is: How do I get one of those "Comment" tag thingies? I have no idea who comes here, and what they think because I don't have any place for them to say anything! I wish I did.
So I tried editing my template, but I think I did it incorrectly because nothing has changed. I even followed all the instructions! *sigh* I don't know....
All in all, if there is anyone out there who would like to take pity on me and give me a hand or two, I'd really appreciate it!
Oh, you can find me at email@example.com
Things To Do:
- Get comment boxes
- Add a way for visitors to contact me
- Find out how to link sites/pages
- Post pictures...er, anything visual
Oh, how I do enjoy my lunch-spare on Day 2s. Except when I end up sitting around waiting for rugby practice to start! It's somewhat worthwhile since I get to practice my brand-spanking new monologue! Today at lunch I found out we'll be doing 2 productions for the Sears Drama Festival: Medea and The Actor's Nightmare.
Setback: They're comedies.
I can't remember the last time I succeeded in being funny on stage. Oh, I can be DRAMATIC, oh so dramatic, but funny? We'll have to see. Unfortunately, I don't get to do my famous tuna fish monologue as the production team have provided me with one. Whopee. Anyone know who Olympia Dukakis is? Ever heard of The Trojan Women or The House of Bernardo Alba? Neither have I, but I have to talk about them like I do. Yay acting!
Anyhoo, I got kicked out of the halls today because apparently the fire marshal has ordered us not to sit around in the halls...something about blocking fire exits. Like we would just sit there and block the exits if a fire started! Heck, I'd be out of there before anyone else! It saddened me, so I moved to the cafeteria. It was closed. On to the next cafeteria. Closed. Library? Closed. WELL. Back to the Bat Cave for Shirley!
This new principal is anything but a pal to the students...refusing a Gay and Lesbian Club, telling the fire marshal on us. I miss Mr. Freeman. Luckily, the GSA (Gay-Straight Alliance) got started up, despite a year long battle. Can you believe the head administrator called homosexuality a "guidance problem"?! The hell it is! She's a guidance problem! *evil eye*
Monday, November 04, 2002
A break from Calculus homework is needed...who really wants to know how to differentiate discreet equations? I wish high school taught things we could apply to life.
Anyhoo, I have officially started my Christmas Wish List. My family sat around the kitchen table Sunday morning talking about presents, and I thought it was borderline absurd. It was only 2 days after Halloween! But, trying to be the good daughter, I proposed that we keep ourselves organized this year and implement Wish Envelopes into the household. All we have to do is get an envelope for each person, write our name on it and fill it with wonderful gift ideas to make shopping easier for fellow family members.
I can't remember whether they looked at me like I had 7 heads, or if they just ignored me. Either way, Greg's family can do it, but that's just not how Chinese families work. Especially not mine.
Regardless, first on Shirley's Wish List: A digicam.
Right. Like she even knows how to use one.
Believe me, if I find one under the tree, I will learn like there's no tomorrow! Now that I'm here blogging away, I might as well put up some cool pictures. Not only will this place be an inch prettier, I'll get to have some fun. And if there's no digicam in store for me, I'm looking towards one of those big, chunky, old fashioned 35mm cameras with the giant lens. I'll get to take cool, artsy-fartsy black and white pictures.
And...if there's no camera in store for me at all...well, I've always wanted one of those lace-up corsets. *sizzle*
The announcements told me this morning that audition sheets will be available tomorrow at lunch for the new Sears Drama Festival production! Shirley gets another crack at being a star. In a perfect world, I'd be on Broadway earning a living, not going to university and learning how to succeed in the business world. But I'm excited nonetheless. Being Cavale last year was sooo good, fantalicious in fact. If anyone has enough extra time to read a play, pick up Sam Sheperd's Cowboy Mouth.
Parental discretion is advised: LOTS of swearing. The *first* word is a bad one.
So tonight I get to start working on my favourite monologue from Christopher Durang's Laughing Wild. It's all about a woman who punches some guy in the supermarket over a can of tuna fish. It's good stuff.
*brief pause as Shirley attempts to win some Boxcar Racer tickets*
Dangit, busy signals again.
*another pause as Shirley attempts to win some Casby tickets*
Oy! I never win anything off the radio, and it's become such an important goal to me now. I never used to care about calling in to stations to get free stuff, but Greg and Meghan have turned me into some sort of avid concert go-er. Speaking of which, Tegan and Sara are coming to Toronto!
*Shirley goes giddy*
However, a concert on a Sunday night? My attendance is unlikely. Sooo...off to Hamilton we go on a Saturday to see them. Yay! A roadtrip! I hope Edge gives away tickets and I win them! Not only do I get to see them for free, but I will have earned Nikhil's respect. He's never won anything off the radio before, and he thought I did once and much respect was given my way. But I really didn't win anything, in fact, I lined up outside in the cold for 5 and a half hours to get them. The respect was taken back, despite the fact I deserved it! Hello! 5.5 hours! It even rained for a little bit!
It all paid off in the end, because I got to see Treble Charger and Our Lady Peace! It was a very good concert, even though my seats SUCKED.
Anyhoo, there is much work to do tonight considering I was here all of yesterday. But first, I think I will continue to callous my fingers and practice the new guitar songs I learned today! Thanks Brian!
Sunday, November 03, 2002
Who's That Girl?
I'm still really excited about this whole Blogging thing, so here I am again.
I doubt Blogspot has any sort of "About Me" section I could make use of, but even if they did, I probably wouldn't know how to set it up. Given that I at least know how to post something, you'll learn a little bit about me here.
I play the hooker in rugby.
The water center was my favourite in kindergarten.
I enjoy cold leftovers.
Acting is one of my passions.
I collect pennies.
I'm allergic to mosquito bites.
I can't choose between sunrises and sunsets.
I love. A lot.
My favourite number is 7.
I'm five feet tall.
I've seen every episode of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
I really like peanut butter.
I rub the faces of my nails against my lips when I think.
My hair goes down to my waist.
I plan to donate my hair to the Cancer Society.
I smile. A lot.
I enjoy playing in the rain.
I always look for the Big Dipper first.
My favourite colour is purple.
I hated holding hands until I met Greg.
I like my music loud.
I hate it when people yell.
I was tricked into eating duck heart when I was 10.
I cry. A lot.
I can't dance, but I do it anyway.
I can't sing either, but I do that too.
I've eaten an apple a day since I was 14.
I'm an avid Simpsoneer.
My favourite winter activity is eating ice cream in the snow.
I like my orange juice pulpy.
If I'm in a kitchen, something will go wrong.
I hug. A lot.
I sing in the shower.
Crayons make me happy.
I have cookies named after me.
I always order a Shirley Temple.
I got my first computer when I was 16.
I think typewriters are extremely cool.
I'm a shopaholic.
I laugh. Out loud. A lot.
I'm somewhat shy.
I get jealous too easily, too often.
Everyday is an effort to change the above three items.
I think public transit is romantic. Somehow.
Harry Potter is my hero.
Don Quixote is also my hero.
I try very hard.
I love canoeing.
I've never left the continent.
I talk quite fast.
I'm a social vegetarian.
I know Latin.
I can't whistle.
I'm optimistic, but sometimes I knock my glass over.
I just am.
The above is a rather superficial description of who I am, but it will have to suffice for now. The truth is, I barely know who I am, and I am no closer to finding out now than I was 7 months ago. I can promise that I'll keep trying, but no promises on results anytime soon. I am who you perceive me to be. To me, I'm simply Shirley.
Finally! Shirley has officially decided to jump onto the bandwagon. *jumps* Whee!
I've resisted the urge to do so for about a year now, and it was especially difficult when most of my friends were parading their Live Journals in my face. However, this morning I felt the most incredible urge to blog. And I absolutely had to do it. I totally gave in. And so, despite the fact that I know nothing about websites, webpages, the internet or computers, here I am. Heck, I barely know anything about blogging.
Therefore, a warning: I'm not here to entertain.
I'm here to place my thoughts on screen. I talk an awful lot, and if you can fathom it, I think more than I talk. I don't put pen to paper much anymore even though I've been writing in diaries/journals since I was in the third grade. I noticed that I haven't been writing like I used to...fewer streams of consciousness, more poetry. Or rather, attempts at it. I need some way to keep track of myself, my life. So this morning I said to myself, "Self, you need to be more like Moadonna. (More expressing yourself, not more cone bras.) Bring your life to the internet and share it with the public. Rant. Rave. Type."
And so I am.
If you even call it typing. It's more like pecking at the keyboard with four fingers (and my thumbs to hit the spacebar). But believe me, you don't know who I am. Nor will you find out just by visiting regularly either (although I'd like it immensely if you did). This is my third attempt at putting my life on the internet. I tried a webpage over the summer, even Live Journal...they say third time's a charm. I'll keep my fingers crossed. Why make your life public? Am I really that interesting that I feel the need to share it? Who knows? Perhaps it's simply a fad that will fade...perhaps by sharing I will discover something...learn.
This is another one of those impulse things; last April I bought a guitar just because I felt like it. Now I want to be a rock star. Who knows what this will lead to.