Broken Friendships & Me

Hey guys, by show of hands, how many of you have a best friend?  How about a good friend?  One that you trust a lot?  Good, good, I see lots of hands…glad you all have friends....

WARNING: THIS WILL BE A VERY DRAMATIC POST, AND I MAY OR MAY NOT MEAN ALL OR ANY OR NONE OF WHAT I SAY.

All right, if you’re still with me, prepare to be bombarded with a tirade of...horrible things…because that’s what I’ll be…ranting about today.  Let’s go.

Something Lost....

*sigh*

I'm never going to catch up on my posts, am I?

Anyways....this happened...a few weeks before the Christmas break...which should be about a week before Christmas!

So...a few weeks before the Christmas break, we had our dance shows!  I was in so many dances...once I got off stage, I had to rush the wings where I'd rip off my clothes and all other accessories (hairbands/clips/ribbons, shoes, necklaces, bracelets, etc....) so that I could make it in time to perform in the next dance I was in.  It was all terribly rushed.

That was all fun, of course.  Even though I was always afraid I'd mess/mix up my choreographies or costumes...or not get on stage on time, or you know....STEP ON A FALLEN LIGHT BULB LIKE I DID LAST YEAR.

ANYWAYS!

What on to what this post is SUPPOSED to be about.

I lost something.

My 9.16 Seconds Of Happiness In Chemistry

Ah...I really need to catch up on my posts...really....

So, I'm hoping for this to be a short post today because...because...uh...I've had complaints about my posts being too long?

Anyways...

A few days ago, I got back the tests and quizzes I did before spring break...most of the marks I got were expected...eeeeexcept...

You guessed it!

CHEMISTRY.

Dear Dad

April 13, 1969.

The day my dad was born.

For those who have known me long enough, or for those whom I've trusted, you know about my parent issues...the rest of you, try your best to follow along.  Please and thank you.

So, my parents haven't been having the best relationship as of late, but, they always got back together...this time, however...I sense something is different.  And I think I'm worried.

Anyways...my dad's birthday...and I was forbidden to wish him a happy birthday.  Do you know how devastated I am?!  Do you?!

Since neither of my parents have the link to this blog, I'll write my heart out here.
*little sis: don't tell...please?

Stories Told In French Class

Hello peoples!  

Remember a long, long time ago when I wrote the post about my french teacher?  It was titled, Once Upon a Time in French Class..., and because I am the kind person I am, I have thoughtfully provided a link here.  To sum up that entire post, my grade 10 French teacher told the class why he wasn't here last day.  He told us about how much he loved his daughter...all the things he would do for her...and because my relationship with my dad had been...questionable...I teared up and wrote a post on it.  

Aaaanyways...the last day of school before spring break, I had french class.  Except I have a different teacher this year...aaand I'm straying from the point.

What Would You Do...?

So...I think this will be a fairly short post...let's see if I'm right.

I have a question...if you've known someone for a long time...someone who you claim to care deeply for...in an argument, would you...

Okay, nevermind...scratch that...let's try this again...

Allow me to set up a scenario...

There are two people sitting in the living room really late at night.  One on the couch (Person #1), and the other on the floor (Person #2).

I Just...Don't Get It...!

*sounds of frustration and anguish*

*sounds of absolute despair and hopelessness*

*silence*

Have you ever despised something so much, your heart literally hurts...?  Or maybe your stomach feels like it's had enough of...whatever you've been doing to it, and decides that now is the perfect time to rebel and does all sorts of crazy stuff, and you feel like someone has just punched you in your stomach, and you double over in absolute agony?

Well, I'm having a bad day...and...I'm just going to rant, and complain, I'm not even going to proofread this before I publish, because I'm just not in the mood...like I said, I'm having a bad, bad, day...

*sighs*

The Story Of How I Came To Hate Light Bulbs

Hey peoples...I've been having a really bad day...also, I've discovered a newfound hatred for light bulbs, especially shattered ones on stages.

WARNING: long post coming your way

So...for those of you who don't know, I dance...I specialize in Chinese Dance (extra lessons on weekends, and the tuition could easily reach a few thousand dollars), but because I love dance so much, I'm taking a senior dance course in school as well, I'm also involved in a dance club...yay me...

Once Upon A Time In French Class...

Here's something I wrote way back on June 5th, but I decided that I had better things to do like reading, and eating, and did I mention reading? was busy with exams and later summer school.  I was bored out of my mind today and was sitting on the floor, staring at the wall and waiting for something interesting to happen found some time on my hands today, and decided to catch up on some posts so...

Today in French, the day was starting out as expected.  Until my French teacher mentioned something that really made me snap.  Although not in an angry way.  The way where it pulls at your heartstrings and makes you cry. 

What he said, reached deep into my heart and struck a sensitive chord.  I felt the unexpected tears forming in my eyes a moment later.  I quickly blinked to rid myself of my humiliating tears.  Who wants to see an unstable girl, crying? 

No one. 

People already think girls are too sensitive as it is.  No need adding more fuel to the fire.  Ready to know what it is that he said?  Well, let me tell you...