11:53 a.m.

Is it just me, or is Napoleon Dynamite not that funny? I smiled a bit in the beginning but GODDAMN, it seems fucking long and it's kinda getting boring.

Shaun of the Dead, on the other hand, kicks ass!

i'm just wondering now if anyone's seen 'Hitchhiker's' yet. I really want to see it, even if someone said it sucks. I hope it doesn't suck.

3:58 p.m.

Here's a list of cities in which I'd like to live sometime during my life:

Melbourne, Australia
Vancouver, B.C. Canada
Montreal, Quebec Canada (done, actually)
Barcelona, Spain
Reykjavik, Iceland
London/Dover, England
Hong Kong (maybe)
Venice, California, USA (maybe)
Saigon, Vietnam (big maybe)

Yours...

D.I.F.I'.M.N.S.A.

5:46 p.m.

Ok, so yesterday's rant was a bit ugly...mind you, I was up 'til three that night putting together a stupid fucking project due the next day. Hate French. But what the hell...

So, I bought my prom ticket today. It was nice, cost $85 but I'm actually glad I'm going....it gives me something to look forward to. And I got my prom dress which makes me look fucking sexy if I say so myself...total crap, but I like it. Because I have nothing better to talk about, I'm going to describe it:

Black halter with frilly bottom, falls past my knees, rose embroidery on one of my boobs and actually pretty low cut now that I think of it. The bra is going to be a pain in the ass, but oh well. I'm going to be Sexxxxxxxay...hahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...well, as sexy as I can ever be anyway.

Maybe I'll post prom pictures when it comes around.

Yours...

D.I.F.S.I.G.

5:45 p.m.

I HATE FRENCH. I HATE FRENCH. I HATE FRENCH.

If I had the chance, I would drop it like an ugly baby with plague.

I HATE FRENCH.

You want an equivalent to Mr. Sweaty Cunt? How about three? How about THREE TEACHERS SYSTEMATICALLY MAKING ME HATE AN ENTIRE SUBJECT WITH SUCH A PASSION THAT I WISH LATIN HAD NEVER EVOLVED AND THAT FRANCE NEVER EXISTED? How about a teacher who makes me want to put a magnum to my forehead and blow my brains out every time he puts his gross CUNT BAG FACE two inches from mine? HOW ABOUT FUCKING ASS SHIT DOUCHE BAGGITY CUNT SUCKERS THAT ARE HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE TEACHERS THAT DESERVE TO DIE, THAT DON'T CARE, AND WHO'S BULLSHIT I CAN SMELL FROM TEN MILES AWAY?

FUCK FRENCH AND FUCK FRENCH TEACHERS EVERYWHERE.

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5:03 p.m.

BACKSTREET'S BACK! ALL RIGHT!

Ahahahahahahaaaaa.....

For the record, I never liked the Backstreet Boys. I was a Spice Girls fans and Backstreet was STUPID. Was a little perturbed when I found out that M. still knew most of the words to that song though.

Ok, so here's something really dumb: progress journals. Like those things that teachers make you do to keep track of your progression in a project. Apparently, I was supposed to be keeping them for drama and art these past few months. BUT THAT'S SO DUMB. Aside from this blog, I don't keep a daily record of my thoughts or ideas. If I have an idea worth having, it'll usually stick. Very seldomly do I write things down to remember for later. It doesn't work. Frankly, I'm a little surprised I've been keeping at this blog for so long...I guess it's because I know that someone other than myself is reading it.

So, I'm spending tonight and quite possibly many other nights making up a whack load of shit. Should be fun.

Right, you should be informed: I am going to prom. The person that finally convinced me was my mom, because she seemed kind of excited of the prospect of me going out to a dance. I still have my doubts, but my friends seemed really glad to hear that I was going. Ok, my big confession is that I was waiting for SOMEBODY to go out of their way to force me to go to prom. I mean, if somebody said to me: "Ok, Lena, you don't have to go if you don't want to" then I would definitely NOT go because then it would just seem like it didn't matter if I went or not. I was just WAITING for somebody to say "Lena, if you don't go, you're going to ruin the entire night for me and I will be very very sad." Nobody said that, but there were a lot of 'Awwww...you HAVE to go! You need to fill our table so we can get the discount!" I figured that was close enough. :p

I think I'm going to be ironic and go in jeans. Hahahahaha...yeah right.

Actually, all I really need is a date. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, I laugh myself silly.

Yours...

D.I.F.F.T.R.

P.S. This also made me laugh myself silly.

4:45 p.m.

My God life is boring. Studying for philosophy is killing me. I just want to jab my eyes out so I don't have to read any more SHIT BORING CRAP.

Jesus Christ Motherfucker!

So....yesterday was the Sears Festival Regional. We didn't move on and I think a lot of our company was kind of bummed out. I, personally, am very happy that we didn't move on 'cause now I don't have to worry about it anymore. yay!

So bored. So tired. And it seems like everyone is going out of their way to piss the shit out of me. Faaaaannnntastic, I say.

Yours...

D.I.F.G.K.W.A.

10:11 p.m.

Love, love, love, love, love, love, loooooooooovvvvvveeeee The Princess Bride. Yes, my girly-girlish tendencies have taken over and I am absolutely in love with this movie.



Anyway, back in the real world, life has gone weird and scary. Everybody's freaked out 'cause MID-TERMS are coming out and those are the ones that count when you want to go into university. I'm not too worried 'cause my average seems ok (except for maybe French, but more about that later). This means, of course, that everyone's tired and stressed...pretty much like I was before I got into York, but this sucks 'cause now that I'm actually kind of happy with the weather being all pretty and my future pretty much settled everyone around me is being grouchy little douche bags...and I say that as a good concerned friend.

About le French though....well, I've found my Mr. Sweaty Cunt and it comes in the form of a skinny little separatist Quebecois who we'll call JOHNNY BOY in our most annoyingly nasal American accent. Jean-François A. is suck-shitty, douche-baggity, assholic fucker and I CAN'T STAND HIS CLASS. Picky, picky, picky about the stupidest things...I write my name in a different colour ink! OH NO! My answers are too long! OH NO! I turn my head to face somebody else while he's talking to the class! OH NO! I followed your instructions which you suddenly decide to change after I hand it in! OH NO! ASSHOLE!

Oh, and Johnny Boy still doesn't know my name. I mean, he knows the name of everybody sitting around me...PROCESS OF ELIMINATION, THEY DON'T HAVE THAT IN QUEBEC??!? Let's see, it's been two months since I started your class...you've pretty much gotten everybody else's name...you've asked for my name almost everyday...I've spoken to you one-on-one, face-to-face a few times....HMMMMM WHAT'S MY NAME AGAIN???!?

It might seem that I've taken this whole name issue quite seriously. No, that's wrong, I take it as a GODDAMN INSULT. I hate it when people don't know my name. I get it if I never talk to you or if you're some medicated nutcase (as was the case of tenth grade French teacher), but when I talk to you pretty much EVERY FREAKING school day and you still don't know my name, you deserve to be kicked in your hypothetical balls. Like this one guy, B., who took a full year to learn my name and kept calling me 'Girl' or 'Leanne' until he finally got it properly...I hated that and I still don't like him all that much, though I don't really talk to him anymore so wtv.

So eat shit and die Johnny Boy.

It's always nice to celebrate hump day with an ugly rant.

Yours...

D.I.F.G.K.W.A.

2:03 p.m.

So, interesting day. M and I discovered that we really liked the term "douche-bag" today so we started calling everybody and anybody "fucking douche-bags" because we're psychotic freaks of nature. For example:

"Oh my God, what a douche bag"
"Totally. SUCH a douche bag"
"Like, he's the most douche baggity piece of shit douche bag in the world."
"FUCKING DOUCHE BAG!"

It sounded like we had tourette's for a while. Hahahahaha...

So, aside from the weather (which is being a piece of shit...when it's the weekend, it's hailing like a mofo and now that we're stuck in school, everything looks freaking awesome...fucking nature), everything's going ok. I bought a bunch of DVDs from Best Buy (actually, dad bought them 'cause he was being nice and I told him that these DVDs would be essential for my university study...I don't think he believed me but he paid anyway). So, here are the DVDs I got:

-Donnie Darko (Director's Cut)
-Memento
-The Princess Bride
-Murder on the Orient Express
-The Secret of NIMH
-The Incredibles

I still have to watch The Princess Bride 'cause it's been on my list for a while. I watched Murder on the Orient Express yesterday instead of doing my homework...it was good, though the ending...weird. And I couldn't understand a lot of Albert Finney 'cause of that goddamn accent, but otherwise pretty cool. All the other movies that I have seen kick considerable ass though...SECRET OF NIMH! Oh my God, I loved that movie when I was a kid...so great.

Anyway, so I'm am now officially Movie Geek Extraordinaire. Or maybe Movie Geek Extraordinaire in Training. I still have to watch:

-Chinatown
-La Femme Nikita
-The French Connection
-Scarface
-Serpico
-Dog Day Afternoon
-Midnight Cowboy
-Kramer vs. Kramer
-The Graduate
-Belle Epoque
-Casablanca
-The Maltese Falcon
-The Sweet Hereafter
....etc. etc. etc. I've probably typed this list before, but I'm bored and I have nothing better to say!

Yours...

1:09 p.m.

'Job vs. the Volcano':Faith vs. science in IMAX
BY ROGER EBERT / March 28, 2005

IMAX theaters in several Southern cities have decided not to show a film on volcanoes out of concern that its references to evolution might offend those with fundamental religious beliefs. -- Associated Press

I suppose the AP meant to say "fundamentalist," since most people with fundamental religious beliefs, including the pope, believe in the theory of evolution. But what is more disturbing is that the theaters have made this decision simply because they are afraid someone might be offended. Not even a single protester needed to appear before the chilling effect of faith-based intolerance was felt.

Surely moviegoers deserve the right to decide for themselves what movies to see? "Volcanoes of the Deep Sea," according to the AP, "makes a connection between human DNA and microbes inside undersea volcanoes." It says that if life could evolve under such extreme circumstances, it might help us understand evolution all over the planet.

This is not a controversial opinion. The overwhelming majority of all scientists everywhere in the world who have studied the subject would agree with it. Although discussion continues about the mechanics of evolution, there is no reputable doubt about the existence of DNA and the way in which it functions.

Yes, there is “creationist science,” an attempt to provide a scientific footing for beliefs which should be a matter of faith. Creationists say evolution is “only a theory,” and want equal time for their theories, one of which is that God created the earth from scratch in six days, and rested on the seventh.

Evolution is indeed a theory. Creationism is a belief, not a theory. In science, a theory is a hypothesis that has withstood the test of time and the challenge of opposing views. It is not simply somebody's notion about something. The creationist belief cannot withstand such tests and challenges; it exists outside the world of science altogether.

There is no conflict between a belief in Darwinism and a belief in God as the creator of the universe. Many scientists have no trouble with the idea that God was the creator of all that is. In evolution, they think they see the elegant way by which he caused suns and planets to form, matter to interact, and life to come into being; that over some 4 billion years, the Earth and the creatures on it gradually evolved into the world we occupy today.

Fundamentalism denies this majestic idea and substitutes God as a magician who created everything more or less as it is now, all at once or very quickly. Dinosaur bones, geologic strata and carbon dating, by providing evidence that seems to contradict their beliefs, are a test of faith.

Now we have theaters, school systems and the media asked to give equal footing to a theory based on science and a belief based on faith. Creationists want it both ways. They want their ideas introduced into schools, but (if IMAX is right) they do not want evolution included in movies about volcanoes. If they are right and can prove it, what do they have to fear?

An industry has grown up around the "science" supporting the "argument for intelligent design." It refuses the possibility that evolution itself is the most elegant and plausible argument for those who wish to believe in intelligent design. If you are interested, you might want to go to http://www.talkorigins.org/, where the errors of creationist science are patiently explained. And you might want to ask at your local IMAX theater why they allow a few of their customers to make decisions for all of the rest.

http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050328/COMMENTARY/503280301

11:13 p.m.

I remember a few months ago I'd have these lapses of memory...not just normal being forgetful stuff, like actually not remembering long periods of time. Like not remembering conversations I've had with people, even if said conversation had taken place only a few days or even a few hours before. Like writing down long passages and not remembering when I did it or if I really wrote them, yet it's my handwriting or my writing style or something I would say. Like going a whole day without remembering to eat or to brush my teeth or put on a bra or going a week without taking a shower 'cause I just plain forgot...I remember this one time I was in the bathroom and I realized I had a tampon on and I was thinking: "Am I having my period? How many days has it been? I don't remember putting in this tampon."

I don't know why I'm bringing this up. I just feel really bored and I sometimes wonder if I'm going insane. And then I remember, "but if you're wondering if you're going insane, then you probably aren't." But isn't that just like the oldest trick of denial? Just because you acknowledge it doesn't mean it isn't happening, right? It's weird. Or maybe I'm just weird. And if it turns out to be the latter, I think I'd be ok with that 'cause the normal people in my life are pissing me off. I don't know what I'm doing. Hopefully, none of this will matter sometime in the near future.

Yours...

D.I.F.G.