So in biology we are doing "hay infusion" where you put some hay in a bucket of water and when it's good and rotten you put some of the sludge from the bucket on a slide and look at it under a microscope. I HAVE SOME PROBLEMS.

1. I could only find 4 organisms and the minimum for the assignment was 5.

2. I don't understand what I'm supposed to be labeling as everything just looked like blobs. The only thing I know for sure was a contractile vacuole.

3. I don't understand what she wants in the title as she said it should be about two sentences.

4. I could only name 2 of the organisms.

So, uhh... it might be due tomorrow or Monday, no one will give me a straight answer. I'm screwed, aren't I.

YES, MICHAEL J NELSON.

Mike Nelson (MST3K) is going to eat nothing but bacon for the entire month.

I love bacon. I love bacon so hard that if I did not have a fear of gaining a lot of weight, risking a horrible acne outbreak, heart disease, or dying, I would join him in this ridiculous conquest.

Gosh, I hope he doesn't die...

Today there was tribute to the Beatles rooftop concert downtown. It was totally amazing. The lead singer was Yuri Pool, he and the rest of the band were awesome.

The concert was held on top of a coffee shop across from the library and we all stood across the street. There were so many people that the crowd spilled onto the street and eventually the police came to redirect traffic. I'm sure I'm in at least 10 cell phone videos taken of and by the crowd and in the background of an interview with the coffee shops owner looking very, very cold. My boots soaked through within the first five minutes so I stood there with wet cold feet for the duration. I honestly couldn't feel my feet after about half an hour. But I'm sure the band members were all twice as cold as any one.

They played Get Back at least 3 times, as well as a few others. I will post Youtube videos as soon as some one puts them up, judging by the 4 different camera operators on the roof with them and the countless videos taken by the crowd, that should be by tonight.

Is any one else amazed that something great and tasteful actually happened in London Ontario? I know I am.

EDIT: Heres some video footage

History exam in 14 hours.

CRAP.

I blame Bret and Jemaine for my unpreparedness (as well as NCIS). But mainly Bret and Jemaine.

Sugar Lumps

You Don't Have to be a Prostitute

All I've done all day (besides try to study and get into a massively stupid MSN fight) is watch FOTC, NCIS, and ZOS.

Wow, acronyms.

Here is the next year and a half of my high school career. It is going to be a freaking party, I assure you.

Chemistry

American History

Biology

Law

Summer School - Grade 10 accedemic math (its an exceedingly long story in which I nearly fail math several times and have to go back to go ahead. But I'm going to end up with twice the normal amount of math credits on my transcript and semi-useless equations stuck in my brain (Because I mean c'mon, when are you going to be able to measure the distance from one side of the river to a tree across the river to a rock and back to the starting point when you can't just measure the distance to the otner side of the river? Can't you just swim it?))

Grade 12:

Math (grade 11)

Math Advanced Functuions

Creative Writing

Liturature

Chemistry

Biology

Philosophy

Sociology

All these classes are "University bound" as my school calls them.

I'M TELLING YOU, IT'S GOING TO BE GOOD.

...if I don't go crazy or have a panic attack.

ALSO, English exam tomorrow. Religion exam Tuesday. Ancient History exam Wednesday. Sleep Thursday (which I am currently quite deprived of (sleep, that is)).

This is why I havent blogged in a month.

I saw part of the intro to True Blood last night and for whatever reason that sparked me watching the first four episodes on Rogers on Demand (It finally proved useful for something other than fast forwarding to all the songs in Sweeney Todd). It is definitely my favorite show on TV, but I can't watch it until after my parents have gone to bed because when ROD rates something as R, they really mean it (take into account that they rated Days of Darkness 14A and it was nothing but some middle aged man's sex fantasies, in many of which he was Rufus Wainwright).

I am now in love with the fictional but gorgeous Bill Compton, and very upset that I do not live in Louisiana. God, how I wish I were southern.

My love for the south is only intensified by the weather. There was a snowstorm last night and it's still going on. The news is referring to this as "Snow-magedon". We're Canadians, tough it out. Out the window I can see trees, the house next door, a burgundy car stuck in the snow, and a lot of white. I can't even see the road that's maybe 200 meters away. Oh, wait. There it is.

...I think.

HOLY GOD, I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS AS LONG AS I LIVE.

Yesterday we got herded into a religion clas.s room at school for a presentation for the grade elevens about drinking and driving. The first thing they did was try and scare the hell out of us. DEAR GOD, IT WORKED. They had clips of car accidents and motorcycle accidents and people bing killed at air shows and car races and dramatically breaking bones, but I really didn't care because they show us this every week or so, but then, there was a bunch of cars going around a race track AND THIS LITTLE BROWN RABBIT STARTS TO RUN ACROSS THE TRACK. It got clipped by the race car AND JUST SPLATTERED. IT EXPLODED. LITTLE FURRY PIECES OF IT'S LITTLE FURRY BODY WENT EVERYWHERE. Sweet holy God, it was terrifying.

And where was the rest of the school while we were being tormented by the death of small furry woodland creatures? They were in the gym watching a FRENCH MAGICIAN.

Things I learned from the presentation:

1. Don't go to air shows.

2. Don't go to car races.

3. Don't get high and clean your shot gun while it's loaded.

4. Don't go to bars in London. You will get raped or stabbed in the chest.

*There was a story here about something that happened at lunch but it made me and every one else involved sound like we are in the fifth grade, so I backspaced it.

Today there is a choreographer coming from Finland to choreograph a ball routine for me in Rhythmic Gymnastics. I hope she speaks English. I also hope that I don't have to teach gymnastics tonight. For some reason, if you're a "Junior" coach (like I am) you don't get paid...

YOU GUYS, I WAS NOT HALLUCINATING.

IT IS A REAL MOVIE.

So, you may remember me asking the name of a movie in which there is a song about a banjo (very specific, eh?) and no one knew the name (or if it even existed). But today, right as I was leaving an antique store I saw a pile of records marked "British Invasion" and I thought I would look through to see if they had The Zombies, but instead I found the Half a Sixpence Soundtrack and instantly recognize Tommy Steele. So, it does exist. It was driving me crazy not knowing the name of the movie. The soundtrack is even better than I remember it being.

In slightly more terrifying news, some one got shot right near my house on Friday, and they haven't made an arrest yet. I love London. It's so safe.