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ok. it is exactly 800. i have a religion exam in an hour. how the hell- who the -wha-. ugh

last day of suffering. then a summer with my new x-plore net service. well, i will finish this theme of post later on. why? because i need to learn what handsome lake did for bouddhisme.

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culture

i actually how no right to be here. 100 words into french essay, 100 minutes left of culminating.
ahem.
and yes, religion too. and english.
not important. what is important is that today is my last wednesday as a grade 11. i got free school uniform pants yesterday, and they are baggy. i am also listening to video game music: level 2.
this makes me realise how our group has its own culture. that we share. krysta contributes modern family, for example. and this goes for almost anything. for example - who really started listening to philip glass first? sarah or eric? who really started the llama obsession? phillip por sarah? which one of us likes peanut butter the most... even with drugs. we dont do them. not important. and the more i think about it, things i like are shared by the group.
i cant rememeber bringing much into the group. i dont see people learning russian. i can only force so much ;p. but really, as every second letter i write, i think of a new group thing.
but i am not going to list everything anyone has brought. nicole, you bring 90's music and clothes into coolness into our group, is the only ting i care to mention.
now. i will try to get some cul.s done. hopefully you guys like my input like 'iyanla vanzant' as a favoured african american woman, and as the unicorns, the islands, and the eels, as great bands.
- dont read what is next if you are busy-
oh, and for classical, symphonie fantastique mvmt 5, berlioz. and sextet for glassharp, reichardt. computer games: civ. 3 conquests. Age of Empires. what am i saying, you all know this. haha, well goodbye my fellow culture fermenters.

well screw french cause i have no idea what to write. instead i am looking at poetry and plot overviews. i dont pay attention when i read books. and now i am liking charles bukowski. look him up. i also suddest reading a clockwork orange, and the band 'the islands'. perfect. now you guys comment in the comment box below and make your own suggestions. (yes i - vietnamese girls - am like natalie tran).
so when i grow up, i am going on a BIG ADVENTURE. yes, we are going toooooo
AUSTRALIA! no, im not oprah. not important.

religion class, 2011. look here future

i am in religion class. peut etre je dois parler francais? c'est le deux derniers semaine de ma vie ou je suis obliger de parler francais... jusqu'au moment ou j'ai une job gouvernemental.
but whatever. i realise that this moment in french religion might be longed for in the future. i might look back, thinking: god i miss that class. nope, i dont feel that at all right now.. let me tell you something, future phillip: god i wish i was in your future shoes. there... equilibruim. a moment of want in both directions stuck in the internet. now only the internet can witness the slow change of want for the future to become want for the past.
shit its 1.44. i am looking at madame clermont. she is in a pale blue clothes. she looks like she is thinking.
theresa, with her ipod and perfect face, and kevin, with his lame okes and slight french stutter. cody, who i never hear from, except see a smile of avoidance ever so rarely. will i miss you guys? or the laptop that the school is providing me with. will it be as lame as walkmans by the time i re-read this in 20 years.
i must make this moment memorable.. by yelling something, or by doing anything. i'll get back to you on what that something is. meanwhile, i will dread time and smell theresa.
done.

published 10.00 monday june 13.

i am in french class, not doing culminating. i didnt do 2 of my 2 logs either. this day suck in the academic aspect. weather? you would be not surprised to learn that there are clouds, no sun.
i am looking at krysta as she has an epiphany. 'shit' she says in the silence. its the fact that we must include 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9.... 10 grammatical concepts. kevin is being assertive. 'i'm not in university for a reason'... 'it takes a lot to get a four plus' is his reason.
haha, devins laptop just blasted with the game 'A to Zap'... well, now i can watch him learn the alphabet. 'c'est plat' he says. he goes to search for another game. math circus act 3 is the replacement.
jessica pap is searching for 'colt 45 lyrics' on the google search engine. sadie nods at this. haha, baraccuda.
telephone... 'ms. lacelle. yes this is mme c's class.. absolutely.. no problem... whats your name... james mcdonalds... ok' 'ok guys, hes coming to work here...' side note: he's black.

teacher catches cody and devin. she is watching them..'this isnt french' ' have you done any work.. this period.. in french. no?'
'im a pretty boring person. no i am...the most exciting thing that happened in my life....this is sad...
1998 toyota corolla. i love prius. i want a prius. they are so cool. why are they bad they are a hybrid. my dream car is a minivan with a dvd because it will shut the kids up.
i'm a singer.
so ya, no i met friendly fires. we drove 5 hours. we saw the leasder walking. it was cancelled/ we just drove to toronto from kemptville. the guitarist was on skype. 45 minutes to find little italy. the hostess sat us down. right behind us was the band. with accepts. oh my god, thats the band.


krysta is so funny. jason sagall's name is mention. she RUNS TO THE WINDOW. no , stupid, we are looking at a picture mulroney. the screen falls. ahhhhhh!
and i will end this blog.

i think i like toast and dogs.

i am eating toast, i do so adore toast: margarine, peanut butter, or mayonaise, with a slice of cheese. what i'm trying to say is that i don't know what i'd do without toast - it has become a part of who i am.

i'll tell you something else about my days. once or twice, i've gone with my dog - not my feline, sadly- to quebec. by foot, i walk in the open field, where the bumblebee polinated lilac and some yellow flower. i continue walking to the shore; the water is gentle, deep, and my lada, my poochie doggie sits with me to admire the air and the view of life across the water. i pet her, and she licks me, and i smile, she waits... we actually both took a piss in that park by the river. then we ran to the ferry, and crossed it seemed an ocean, ottawa river.

now we were in quebec, where people are friendly, and where i decided to eat some subway. french was employed in my dialogue with the sandwhich maker- she had a rich french accent: not the quebecois i'd expected at all. The meal was great, and i shared some steak sandwhich with my dog.

we walked then to the park, and then back to the river. we sat on the dock, observing nothing. the sunset waited for us on the opposite shore, and that is where the ferry took us next. the beauty of this walk made me happy, i had never had a walk like this one yet. its something i appreciate about june, about toast, and about the sun, tucking into the river, that makes my life worth it. my dog is my best friend too: i've had lada for so long, and never really loved her. maybe this is just the best time for me, as i realize i might love my dog, she is there for me, i can pet her, feed her, and she can lick my face.

i never really loved cats, they are just a distraction. but my dog, i have a new found respect for her. i want to go walk her right now.

all o' us

hey everybody.

i am listening to a fine russian ballade. what i can say is that in this big universe, i think i am ready. sarah, eric, krysta, nikole, and the late jenna & pat (never writes), we should be friends. i think you are all fantastic guys: seriously. i wasn't shitting when i thought to myself 'thank god i'm not a jock'. let me clarify.

the other groups are all good people. but listen here. you are all fine people yourselves. we all know two things

one is that there are people in our group who dislike others in our group. i think we should all be friends (of the original group. i am not at all advocating to like connor farrel). but of the original group, we should be all buddy buddy.

another truth is that our group leaders have been slowly loosing control. now, with more new members, we've almost become a leaderless group. does this mean revolution? does this mean that anyone can now join the group? we will see what happens. also, dating outside of our group is a risky business, sarah, jenna, pat(?). but, i can't dissuade love. if there is someone you love, you can invite them to our group. we each get a one-invite... no funny business. anyway, all this to say

i love you all so much, thank you for being fellow groupies.

sarah, your eyes-lids are like little green hills.

nikole, you have nice legs, and blessed hair.

krysta, your gentle lips and neck are worthy.

eric, you always smell good, and your piano fingers are quick.

pat, jenna- you dont get compliments because you dont blog.

phillip, im happy ri-ight now.

hurrah for june.1.2011.