Graduated early, because I have no clue what I’m doing! Heh.

Working on the site is fun.

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 Yep. :3

Actually, I would love you more if you took the time to vote on this. And by vote I mean hit that $ box…..Then find the highest number on that page. It kind of looks like this: 5

Yeah? Just putting that out there.

<3

…Except nobody calls it that here, in Canada. I’m a “10th grader,” thank you very much.

Okay, so I’ve just about wrapped up the first 3 weeks of school. So far it’s been kind of, intresting? It’s a really nice feeling walking through the halls and knowing what’s going on. This years seniors aren’t dicks, and the freshman are short and cute. They get stuck on the numerous trick doors in the school, which I’ve saved them from many times now. (Seriously, somebody needs to fix the doors.) My classes are turning out to be pretty okay. Nothing too horrible, only two classes I dread going to are english and math. The later because, well I just suck at math. Our teacher is somewhat of a homework nazi. (Which I should be doing right now.) And english? That’s a pretty good subject of mine! It’s a class you can’t fail. But our teacher talks on and on, and she always repeats herself. Her accent makes me sleepy. The dreaded art class is not so dreadful this year. Unlike last years teacher, this one knows what he’s doing! (Well actually, I have two art teachers and both are really awesome.) He was an illustrator and is pretty intrested in graphic novels.
What’s not helping at all is the earliest and shortest lunch ever. Starts at 10:15! 40 minutes! I need time to digest pls. By the end of the day I’m a zombie on the search for food.

Nothing too intresting has happened yet, just the funny little happenings between me and my friends. (Geek squad!) Though I am hosting the Zombie Movie Marathon next weekend. We’ll see what unfolds. Also, I had told the guys a while ago that my parents don’t like guys over at the house. Which is a total lie, so they really freaked out when I agreed to host it. I love being evil.
Also, I’m going to be waitressing at our schools coffee house event this year. (Coffee House = Starbucks Coffee + The Main Hall + The schools talent performing!) The theme is Film Noire, so I need to dress fancy. Teehee. [/girly] (Last years was Peter Pan. I got to be a pirate.)

Bleh, I haven’t written anything in a while.

That’s the current number of songs my iTunes is holding. I got iTunes approximatly at the end of July. (The 27th, actually.) I had about 750 songs? So I’ve just about doubled that in the span of almost 2 months. So, iTunes, curse or blessing? (Note: I haven’t been using the store to acquire music.) I just look at the span of my music collection, neatly organized in this nice looking program, and I want more. A lot more.
In fact, two clicks and I can figure out exactly when and what I added to iTunes in that span of time.

If I was really fancy I would blog about music now. Only if I was really fancy though. *cough*

Obviously not fancy enough. Maybe another time.

…And I don’t even mind. At all.

(Note: The title and the above sentence is all I got down. Hours ago.)

Continued:

New iPod Nano: This would be my first iPod so I don’t have anything to compare it to. But my god, Apple you’ve come a long way now. This thing is so damn tiny. Pictures just aren’t good enough to determine how small and precise this thing is. Sure, it’s a bit wider than the other generations, but it’s so compact. You’ve got your screen, you’ve got your fancy scroll wheel thing, and that’s it. It sat safely in my pocket today, and more than a couple times I jumped and checked if it was still there.

Oh Apple, I love looking at this tiny little black iPod, turning it on and seeing so much jammed in there. Not just jammed, but beautifully jammed in. Screen is just gorgeous. Not to mention they changed around the menu a bit. The main menus only take up half the screen, graphics flowing across the other half. (If you’re set on music, it pans across an album. Photos, pans across photos, etc.) Lots of little things I’ve never noticed about iPods, things you wouldn’t notice until you start using it.

How did I once hate these machines? Learning to understand things before I bash them for no reason. (Well, reasons, but nothing justified.)

Overall, I love scrolling through photos, or music and seeing it all there, in this tiny package. I’ve seen the light of Apple, it is warm and filled with good design.

New Mac Keyboard: Hey hey, it does work on a Windows machine.

I’m not even aware of something been done to this degree in keyboards. It’s a piece of metal (cool to the touch, magnificent), with these elegant flat keys, mechanics somewhere in the middle of this thin sandwich, all on a plastic bottom. Plus, two USB outlets. Which are proving quite useful.

It’s hard to explain if you haven’t tried one of these out, and I suggest you do. It feels like typing on a laptop, except not quite so cramped. It sounds amazing, what used to be a horribly loud spacebar is probably the quietest of the set, keystrokes sound like pindrops. Last night this room had all of us in it. Four of madly typing away at our computers, and you could hardly hear a sound from me. Not to mention that it’s just nice to type on! The keys are soft and the sound pulls you in. If the simple pleasures of it continue to amaze me, I might just have to write a book. *type type type type*

This thing is sleek, and sexy, and amazing. Everything it needs to be, nothing else. Looks great on my desk, and gives me so much more desk space than I ever thought I would have. (Also, my cats think it is a bed. Though, I won’t be finding any fur in this keyboard, unlike the last.)

Thanks~

(Click for pictures!)

Rather blurry, sorry. New keyboard + iPod. Also, check the inscription.

Note: I don’t usually have that black mouse connected. I was having a hard time figuring out USB connections.

Second Note: My desk is rather silly. I know! Leave me alone.

One last thing:

I have a website! Kind of didn’t mention it to anybody to let it breathe a little. I’m still miserably failing in the cleaning up process. (This template is kind of gross.) But welcome! Sorry I kept it from you! (What little it is….) (Basically: Hi Rob!)

Before:
I actually woke up pretty on time, had some time before to wake up and prepare a bit. Was kind of late in walking over to the meeting spot. (About 15 minutes from my house.) Almost got hit by a car! Shit that kind of scared me, way to pay attention to what I’m doing. (This on ramp to the highway usually has NO CARS. EVER.) It was the combination of a hoodie, being in a rush, and the iPod. Oops. Anyway, I get to the place 15 minutes late. Kyron had been late too. Fred had been there on time and he lives farthest away. We wait for Ross….for an hour. Why do none of them have cell phones? Turns out he had gone to the theatre up the street. (The one near our school, usual meeting place.) But we weren’t at that one. He had gone back to his house to call us. (20 minutes away.) Well, it all got sorted out, but the marathon started an hour later than it should have.

It begins:
The guys are amazed by being allowed into my house and we file into the basement, stocked with food. (Well close to food, coke and chips.) (Which are all gone now.) I have an L shaped couch, but it all kind of centered in this mass cuddle in the corner. Didn’t know we where so damn cuddly! We moved around a couple times but there was always like 4 of in this mass heap. Soooo sweaty and gross. But kind of a comfortable cuddleness level among friends.
The Movies:
The Night of the Living Dead:
In original black and white, because that’s so much more dramatic. We basically laughed our asses off the entire way through, it’s a slow paced movie, and lots of random stuff happens. The zombies were pretty non-belivable in this one. Thus upsetting. The part we can all agree on is this little girl turning zombie, eating her dad, then stabbing her mom a good 15 times with a spade. She just looked so…cute? We’re horrible. The ending was kind of cool though. Also, after this movie ended the 5th guy showed up. A bit late, but he completed the couch. (Pretty stuffed at this point.)

Dawn of the Dead:
I’m thinking this is the best totally “zombie” movie. It fit the genre pretty well. It was also pretty well filmed, and it was nice to see color after the black and white. Basically 4 people, in a mall, during the zombie acopolypse. They loot the place, baricade the entrances, kill all the remaining zombies. (Horribly amazing fake red blood. So bright.) Lots of intresting stuff going on, damn I want to loot a mall!

(At this point we took a break for the bathroom, guys were amazed by my room of computers, and all my dads fancy computer stuff. Glad I cleaned my desk a couple days ago.)

Army of Darkness: (Evil Dead 3?)
Look, Evil Dead movies are not meant to be taken seriously. Not even the slightest bit. This is filled with horrible puns, horrible acting, horrible effects, and horrible horrible jokes. And still amazingly funny with your friends around. But if I talk more of this movie I’m going to kill myself. Actually.

28 Days Later:
I REALLY wanted to see this, for a while now. But I felt bad downloading it! Of course they had all seen it. And talked through it. “OMG I LOVE THE SCENE COMING UP. SO INTENSE.” >:O
Still an amazing movie. Hey, these descriptions are getting shorter. This was probably my favourite, also the actual scary one. We all jumped more than a few times, due to amazing surround sound. (Thank you, dad.)
So yes, definantly cool. Need to watch again, without them talking over every damn thing.

Shaun of the Dead:
To break up the scaryness, we watched the more funny one. This got the greatest “awesome” factor out of the group. It’s a pretty well rounded movie. Lots of well placed comedy. (Oh the british~) (Heh. Shorter descriptions. Getting lazier.)

Plane Dead:
Last movie of the night, this is a screener Ross got from a friend of a friend, who does movie reviews. Kind of cool? We got super sweaty and cuddly and it was almost to the point of ackward. They kept going for my boobs. Okay, well basically it’s really vicious fast moving zombies on a plane. Lots of impossible scenes, but much better than a certain other movie. That had to do with planes…and snakes…and Saumel L. Jackson.

Then it ended, we watched some TV till their folks came. I have a basement to clean tommorow. Intestines to purge.

osnap getting kicked off to bed. BLOG POST COMPLETE.

…What is this? XKCD?

So taking advantage of this long weekened, I stayed up pretty late last night. This lead to some biazarre dreams.

Okay, so it’s new years day. And I’m in this resturant with my parents, but they’re told me to this party thing going on, on the other side of downtown. I had to get out of that weird resturant and I kept going in circles. Eventually I get out, and I ask one of the waiters were the place is, that I’m supposed to go to. And he points in a general direction and suddenly I remember. So I’m kind of…Floating? Above the city seeing all these other parties going on. So I get to the place and they’re blasting these fog machines all over the grounds, and I hate fog machines. They clog up my throat and they have that weird smell. The guy with the fog machine gave me a mean look. So I’m stumbling through it, and I miss the party. I’m back to floating above the city watching people enjoy themselves. And I was like “Woah, I didn’t even do anything special for new years. I didn’t even count down. It’s 2008 now, what the hell?” So..In my dream I thought New Years was last night. (I had stayed up rather late.) So it ended kind of depressing, I was so worried about leaving behind 2007 and not doing something special for 2008. But go go time warp!

I don’t know if this was before or after, but somehow our family had adopted a baby leopard. It was this cute little cuddly thing, but definantly bigger than our housecats. We kept it in the backyard for a few days. My backyard is a small square, surrounded by a high fence. The townhouses are in a row, and we all have these small square backyards. So I had stood up on something and looked over at my neighbours backyard. They had a full grown jaguar! Though, it didn’t really look like a jaguar, but my brain told me it was. It was really spikey, and scary. Okay, so eventually our baby leopard wanted inside, so we let it in. Our cats weren’t too happy. But the leopard was really nice. What the hell? I blame the zoo.

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Okay, so my cats are very fond of sitting on our desks. They usually only bother my moms desk, because my dads is too messy, my brothers has no space to sit, and mine used to be really cluttered infront of my monitor. The new slim keyboard has been a beacon for one of my cats, Selena. Usually she bothers me only when I have a bowl of cereal and milk, but lately she’s been in a “bother Eva” mode. Today such an event happened, she sat for a minute then decided it would be more comfortable to lie down on my keyboard. Thinking quickly I pulled the keyboard infront, and let her sit inbetween it and the monitor. Usually she sits in between the keyboard and myself. I figured this would be fine until she rolled over and attacked me. This is unacceptable, so I blew in her face and she ran away. (Tip: Cats don’t like that.)

Now now, could I find something more boring to blag about? Probably, but for now homework and Canadian Thanksgiving dinner.

Yesterday something so simple, yet pretty powerful happened to me. Nothing like this has really happened before, to such a degree. I was introduced to an album by Boards of Canada. This is the first time music has actually scared me. This isn’t an insult to them, this isn’t about the lyrics, the mood of this album actually managed to frighten me. I remember being introduced to Illinois, by Sufjan Stevens. I remember because at the moment I thought it was the happiest day of my life. I thought to myself, who needs drugs if music can make you feel these thoughts? Simple music had made me feel this happy. I remember lying in bed and listening to Sigur Ros and shedding a tear, because it was so beautiful. I remember being younger, and watching a scary movie, and not knowing better. When you’re young and scared, you’re really scared. This is what last night was for me. I had decided to literally face the music, armed with an iPod, a stormy night and a dark room I embarked on a mission to hear this album through.

My first time through sitting at my computer had shook me quite a bit, and there I was distracted by so many things. I had become completely bummed out. Lying alone in my room really opened me up to this album. And by opened me up I mean scrunched me up into a ball. This album is scared me and I don’t know why. I felt like a child again, scared by my shadow. My legs felt heavy, and all those little insecurities about myself started appearing in my head. By the 6th song (Sunshine Recorder) I was in tears, and had every notion to just turn it off and go to sleep. I pushed on through, trying to be strong about this. I don’t know when but at one point I had grown almost happy about this album, I had a smile on my face. That switched over as the mood darkened once more. My room hadn’t ever really felt menacing to me, but suddenly it did. Everything kind of closed in, my legs felt heavy. My mind started focusing on horrible thoughts. I imagined the roof coming off, the walls closing in, shootings, etc. My mind started to wander, and I wouldn’t let it, that was not part of the experiment. When they only thing you’re concentrating on is music time seems to go rather slow. And the horrible thing is that time wasn’t going slow, here it was one am already, and I still had songs to go through. I think I was in and out of sleeping through the last few songs, in the battle of fear, sleep conquered. I woke up to find the album looping, and I turned it off but I hadn’t really been sure if I had listened to all of it. Before my final drifting of into sleep it started pouring rain outside. I sleep on the top floor and the roof and outside made so much noise. I was fine with this happening, since usually it does that for five or so minutes and ends. Toronto weather is weird like that. But that night, that spooky album, the wind was making such weird noises. I freaked out, again.

I woke up with a strange feeling. Well that, and complete tiredness. I didn’t have any dreams but I woke up in strange daze. I forgot my phone that day, a permanent staple in my day to day life. (What a girl~) I went through the day not sure of what to listen to. Even now I’m listening to it hoping for some more clarity on the album. It’s not scaring me now, but the point is that it did. I was scared by music, and it was such an experience. I’ll say this once more, I felt like a child watching a scary movie. My parents were bad with movie restrictions, I saw Akira when I was maybe 10, and I’m still scared to watch that movie all the way through. I felt like I was being chased and had nowhere to hide.

It’s amazing what music can do to you on a deeper level. In all honesty I can’t even begin to describe what last night was to me. I don’t know if this album will have the same effect, but I suggest listening to it. Geogaddi by Boards of Canada

—(Shut up, one day I’ll write better-er.)

Also known as volunteer work. My two friends were doing it, so I decided to join them at a small alternative schools fair. When the lady in charge of the volunteers listed jobs, I picked face painting.

We had to get there at 9am to help with the setup but we decided to meet 15 minutes from my house so we could all go together. I’ve hardly ever woken up at 7:45 am on a saturday, but it kind of felt refreshing. We got there and were put to work. Now, for my previous volunteer hours I did stage work. It involved lifting many metal stages risers from under the stage, to ontop of the stage. It wasn’t a fun job, these things weigh 90 pounds. We had to carry two of these, across the parking lot for a mini-stage. Bleh. Then I got to set up the face paint stuff. It was then I was told that I would not be working with some cute girl, it would just be me, all alone. So I was kind of freaked, and kind of really super cold. But Starbucks was there, and staff got free food. Which means me! We took total advantage of this.

Notes on face painting:

- I was told to paint my own face, and so I did in the form of a kitty.

- Face paint is really annoying to use. It’s this creamy stuff, that is kind of unrealiable, and I only had two sponges.

- Kids are really shy, can’t hold still, but REALLY appreciative of really crappy face paint.

- Parents are scary, and tall, and they gave me odd looks. Some of them were kind of mean, others loved what I did. Which is pretty cool.

- Best Face Paint: I did spiders, scars, a lot of butterflies (All turned out bad.), lots of kitties, hearts, stars, rainbows, a zombie, the batman logo!, spiderman, and dalmations. Plus some random stuff. It was kind of cool to be told what to do and then totally struggle with it.

- Face paint makes your fingers all gross. I had to wipe my hands on my pants since I couldn’t go get napkins, I really hope these wash off. (Though, they’re kind of turning into painters pants.)

-Sparkle glue is fun. Dry sparkles are not.

-At one point there was a huge amount of kids wanting their faces painted. It was nuts. The line was long. It was horrible.

Clean up:

Finally somebody announced it was done, so we raided the girls making cotton candy. (Which, my god, is amazing.) And the girls doing the popcorn machine. (Also amazing.) Then we had to lift all sorts of heavy things, and I’m weak and can’t lift things properly so my entire upper body is dead. (Especially my chest, which hurts A LOT.)

Overall it was kind of enjoyable. I hadn’t really face painted anybody but myself, and little kids are kind of cool. School fairs are always cool, they had a live band that was pretty funny as well.

P.S. I don’t really need anymore volunteer hours for school…. (We need 40 hours to graduate.) (I now have 66!)