I'm musically challenged, which is very sad. So I decided to buy this book and videos about learning to "play by ear" because it seamed easier than learning to play then have to be doomed to sheet music. And, so far, it is. But for the fist couple days I had to learn all the basics on a pump organ, which was hell. You may be thinking, "what the hell do you have a pump organ for?" which until now was my thoughts, seeing to as nobody in my family plays anything but me, and still, even the recorder was a challenge. And I have no idea why we have a pump organ, and I've never really thought about it because it just goes with all our other strange things (fainting couch, taxidermied squirrel). And because my grandfather is an eccentric millionaire, he just so happened to have an extra synthesizer key board just hanging around in his basement. And if you doubt the "eccentric millionaire" thing, answer me this: what the hell is he doing with a pinball machine with a picture of Hitler on it? Wait... What would anyone be doing with that? But anyway.... No more killing by back or pinching my toes on that pump organ!! And all I can play so far is the intro to No Busses, by Arctic Monkeys.

Today my parents went to the beach. Without me. So, to spite them I did nothing and ate junk food. I got really bored while eating some very good turtle ice cream and decided to make sure packaging wasn't lying to me and dug around in my ice cream to verify that there were indeed, mini chocolate turtles in it, and not just blobs that they were trying to pass of as turtles. Long storey short, there really were mini turtles. Also I ate a handful of uncooked rice because I wondered what the package meant by "Spanish flavored".

Alan Gibons' new book Scared to Death is coming out in 35 days. :D This emoticon hardly begins to display the amount of excitement I'm feeling right now.

I was in the change room at school this morning, getting dressed for first hour P.E. when my 'friend' walks in....

'freind' #1: hey, how was new york?

me: it was nice.

my other friend enters from the washroom...

'friend' #2: hey becky. uhm... you look....

me: i look like what? please, do go on. i'd like to know.

'friend' #2: like cr*p. did you just get out of bed or some thing? you hairs all....

i look at her like shes just slapped me cross the face

'friend' #1: stop taking every thing so personally.

it wasnt so much what 'friend' #1 said but the way she said it, because if she had used the same tone but said some thing like 'oh dear! i've made too many cup cakes! will you have one?' it would have still been like getting a smack in the mouth. And how was I supposed to take it? They are always saying crap like this to me, and they like to pretend that they are just kidding, but its obvious that they are not. 'Friend' #2 is always telling me how I look like crap because she likes 'friend' #1 more than me, and she seems to think that she will some how earn 'friend' #1's respect and admiration by insulting me. And right after this 'friend' #2 has the nerve to ask me what I brought her back from New York. I'm glad that all I got her was a post card from pennsylvania. So I told her that and she says 'I bet it's got vampires on it, right?' I say 'No.... thats Transylvania' And she looks at me like I'm dumb as a rock and says 'no, Becky, vampires are from Pennsylvania.' Well, we must take into account that this is the same girl that told me scurvy was caused by rats, and called me a moron when I told her she was thinking of the bubonic plague, and that scurvy was caused by not eating enough fruits and vegitables. If I said half the mean things she says to me she would run off crying and tell her older sister to beat me up again. I really dont understand why they think its okay okay to make all these catty, rude comments about me. 'Friend' #1 is no better. We take riding leasons at the same barn. She is there at least three days a week, I can only go once because I have a volunter job at a different barn on fridays and on sundays I have school work. So she and two of the other girls at the barn think that they are better than me because they're there more. So they all have parties and stuff like that without me. But they are starting to turn on each other! Less than a couple months and one of them is completely pissed at the other two and hasnt talked to them in weeks! Me and 'friend' #1 were best friends since grade two, over at eachothers houses every ay off the week, and now I'm luky if she says 'hi' to me in the hall. It's funny. when your little, like nine or ten, you hear stuff about growing up, growing apart (that was actually the tange line for I book I read). And you think, 'no way is that going to happen to us!' But, of course, it does. Another funny thing is that alot of my 'friends' see me as neutral to every one, not really close to poeple, but still friends. And for some reason they seem compelled to tell me things. They bad mouth eachother to me. Some times its very entertaining. It really is. Like during the first couple months of grade nine, when 'friend' #1 decided she was maybe a little to good to be seen with the likes of me, 'friend' #2 told me 'I hate her! What a b*tch!' which I, of course, find very amusing because they act like best friends around each other, and 'friend' #1 told me about friend #2 'nobody likes her!' This makes me wonder what they tell eachother about me.... I guess I dont need to wonder because they skip the middle man and just tell it to my face.

wow... I'm sorry if you've just read all this cr*p.... 

But for the record, my hair looked fabulous!!!! 

And sorry about all the *, my post got  automatically censored and I want sure which word it was censoring, so to play it safe....     

I just realized that the EQAO study package the math teacher gave me has the answers written on it, so I can go on with my story.

One night the very nice tour guide got drunk and she enjoys swearing. Which is fine by me because I've had the mouth of a sailor since I was eight. But anyhoo, she started a speech about how ugly her child was as a baby and how it looked like 'a f*cking hobbit' which I thouht was funny, because babies are kind of ugly, most of them. And then she REALLY satarted cussing. But she was being seriously funny. HOWEVER, there was a church group on the bus, AND a minister. He started going on about how inapropreate it was (which is funny, because he grabed his wife's ass about 6 inches from my face *shudders with disgust*) his main agument was that there was a 14 year old on the bus. I turned so many shades of red. Its was so embarasing. The tour guide argued that that same fourteen year old had a couple jello shooters on the bus ride to NY. I didnt. They were offered, but I didnt say any thing because I thought that was a good argument.

Also me and my mum went to a themed restaurant called the Jekyl and Hyde club. It was neat. There was this french butler and he was arguing with a statue of Zuse. He started screaming at it off a balcany going "say my name zuse!!! say it!!" every thing is funnier in a french accent.

and now for pictures.

 More to come but I must work on my english project.

I have to keep this short so I'll only write a bit because I've got an EQAO math test to study for...

I left for ny at like 2 in the morning on Thursday, so I didn't sleep at all because  I put of paking untill about 1:30. We drove from London to Port Dover and stoped at 3 different Tim Hortons. It took like 3 hours because we got lost, it was supposed to be an hour and a half. We took a coach bus with a very large amount of old people. The tour guide was super nice though. I was the youngest person there which was boring. we left on the bus a 5 in the morning and got to Jersey at 4 in the after noon. We got stopped at the border because our bus was RADIO ACTIVE. Turns out it was because of a medical test some lady had done the day before.

The hotel was alright. They only had one computer, which was almost always busy. But the beds were really comfortable and breakfast was free.

New York is insanely busy and crowded.

One night we went to the HA! comedy club. It was nice. There was so much swearing that when I got back to the bus some old lady called my mother unfit for letting me go. Who is that rude? It was for ages 13 and over, I am nearly 15. But apparently I look 21. The comedy club was 2 drink min. So I had a VIRGIN strawberry daquiri. Half way through the waitress brought me another. This time NOT VIRGIN. I didn't want to say anything because she would get fired for serving some one 7 years under age. I didn't want to not drink it because it was eight bucks. I didnt want to give it to my mum because she was drunk enough as it was. So I drank it. It was awful. What the hell was in it? RUM? I told my mum after, and she told her drunk freinds. They all laughed at me. Then the next morning they made jokes about me being hung over (which I wasnt because it was like one shot of rum) and they purposely talked very loud, which did them more harm than it did me.

Also my mum and her drunk friends tried ti take me to a bar. I was just folowing my mum and they all told me it was a restaurant. The bouncer was a very large, scary, bald man, who through me out on my ass, because it was not a restaurant.

Did I mention I MET CRISS ANGELs teamsters? They were setting up for a stunt and I kept hanging aroud so they came over and told me about the illusion. The were nice. Unlike that bouncer.

I saw SPAMALOT. VERY NICE. It was freaking hillarious. Hubert ang Lancelot. "I thought you were a fairy." "No. Thats Lancelot, but you missed that scene"

I saw the naked cowboy. My mum wouldnt stop stairing and was nearly hit by a taxi.

 

Can you put trainers in the washing machine? Oh.... screw it whats the worst that'll happen?

Is there any body here that reads alot of good books and wants to chat to some one about them? If there is track me down because theres hardly any one at my school that reads without being FORCED to. And yes, I do realise the irony of me posting this blog at tv.com. 

would any one have any tips for me if I told them that I didn't want to go to bed untill midnight tomorrow? And It's Wednesday, right?

So at my hight school I was nominated to be a peer helper, so,  basicly I give people advice on stuff I know nothing about, and tell them to pray or some thing else catholic-y. Me and all the other peer helpers had to go on a three day trip to this retreat center slash preist retirement home slah farm. In the first twelve minutes after we left our rooms I cut my toe open on a stick, got lost in the woods, saw a snake, and made about six 'friday the 13th' or 'camp crystal lake' references that nobody understood but me. On the second day we had to play this game were all 25 of us stood on a VERY, VERY small tarp and had to flip it over while still standing on it. DAMN NEAR IMPOSIBLE!!!!! I got groped like 8 times by the guy behind me because he was trying not to fall off the tarp. IT WAS AKWARD!!!!!  also I had to shower in the mens room because the girls toilets didnt have any showers (there were only 2 guys that went on the retreat so they used a different bathroom the whole time we were there.)

And tonight at two in the morning (oxymoron:?) I have to get up because me and my mum are going to new york!!!!! Pictures? oh yes. there will be lots.

AND... The chysalids. READ IT!!!! READ IT NOW!!!!! it is such an amazing book! and if you have read it....... Mark? What happens to him? And I dont want to use my imagination right now.... loose ends make me sad. But the bit with Michael at the end was spectacular..... I saw that coming after Petra said that Rachel wanted him.... 'that girl does seem to cry alot doesnt she?' such a cute statment by Petra

Today my math teacher was trying to help us study for a test and he starts talking about transversals. He always tries to be funny and says "On the way over here I saw some transversals by the public school. I couldn't tell if they were guys or girls..." Then later we were talking about triangles and he yells "Scaleane! You git back in that trailer!!" Then he says "i saw Scaleane down on Richmond with her transversal friend! Okay, this is getting weird..." It was really funny at the time.  

In gym class we did fitness testing :o ! This was pretty much just both boys and girls gym classes running as many laps as they could around the track for twelve minutes (the whole time I was thinking about that MST3K line "getting pantsed and dragged around the track"). I think its fair to say that i'm not a runner.

And in religion class we watched First Knight and made fun of all the inaccuracies (I mean c'mon? whos not gonna notice the telephone poll or atleast one of the many other mistakes?) .  

yeah... I saw this on someones blog and decided that yes i am THAT bored 

Opening credits: Words So Lieshured - Franz Ferdinand

Waking up: What You Ment - Franz Ferdinand

Singing in the shower: A Certain Romance - Arctic Monkeys

Your best friend: Mr. Brightside - The Killers

Your parents: Lets not go there….

Siblings: Theres no point doing anything here….

Childhood: Handshake Heart attack - The Photo Atlas

Teenage years: Mis-shapes - Pulp Cover - Franz Ferdinand (so true….)

Adulthood: Red Light Indicates Doors Are Secure - Arctic Monkeys

School: A Song For Sorry Angel (Sorry Angel) - Franz Ferdinand And Jane Birkin

Work: Sam's Town - The Killers

Your love life: Uncle Johnny - The Killers (I'm going to marry some one who does cocane?)

Song to play at your wedding: Let me Kiss You - Morrissey (And I wont like my husband….)

Song to play at your funeral: Jump On It! - The sugar Hill Gang (Holy F*ck!!!)

Driving song: Come On Home - Franz ferdinand

To describe your childhood home: On Top - The Killers

Song to describe how others view you: Combat Baby - Metric

Song to describe how you view yourself: Secret Heart - Feist

Closing credits: Micheal - Franz Ferdinand

Ok…. This made me laugh! Jump on It!!! OMFG! And both opening and closing credits where kind of slutty songs!