We're on our way, we're on our way / we're headed south on vacation today!

I just looove Ms Woyiwada's lame musicals.

Yes, it's true, I leave this afternoon at 6pm from the airport to head to Disneyworld. Partay! One week of lovely warm weather. This is a bday present for my sister, like I got my ticket to Indy, she got ticket to Disney. I'm excited for the warmth. I went to AE and bought lovely capris on sale. Ahh... I can't wait.
I will of course miss everyone as I will be incommunicado for a week, but by this time next week, I'll be back in cold, snowy Ottawa, so don't worry. I won't be gone long enough for you to miss me.

What else is new in my life... I've moved to a Friday riding lesson. It's a jumping lesson for the first year show team(yay only jumping). I am not as of now on said show team, but it would be so cool if I were. Gill suggested I could be, but I need to make the decision still, and talk to my parents. It's SOOO expensive. Seriously expensive. But it would be awesome. Amy said today that if I do show, I'd probably show Vito since I've been riding him so much. (Vito = pretty hanoverian). I love him (if only he wouldn't drift to the left when jumping !!!). Well, we'll see what happens there.

Finally, sad news. The family that I have "Friday Night Special" with, Emma, Luke and Edie and Jim have a dog named Scout. They got their dog the same year we got our cats, and boy do ! love that dog. This is the dog that made me love dogs. He is such a sweetie. The sweetest, most lovable golden retriever you'll ever meet.
Unfortunately Scoutie is sick. Really sick. The bump on his head has been growing, and they found out this week that it isn't from him hitting his head repeatedly on the bottom of their bed when waking up in the morning, as was previously suggested, but it's actually brain cancer, and he's going to die, quite possibly while we're away. My sister just got back from hanging out with Emma and Luke, and said they were on the way to the vet with Scout because the bump got bigger and his eye is swelling of something. I'm going to miss that dog. I'm going to write an ode when I get back. I love that dog.

You've been so good Scout. I'm going to miss you.

Men love to barbeque. Men will cook if danger is involved.

I am most definintley not prostituting myself for Welch's Fruit Snacks.

3 exams down, 2 to go.

So today was a royally suck day. I actually had to get up (*groan* I know! During exam period when we only have to go to school when we have an exam scheduled.) due to Mr O scheduling an orchestra exam for 9am. Ew. Esp since I hadn't really practiced the pieces. It wasn't so bad though. I didn't do too badly.
The English exma was teh suck due to my running out of time and spending the 15 minutes after my exam crying quietly at the back of the exam room. Luckily Ms I'm-barely-older-than-you-are, our teacher surpervisor ( I have no idea who she is. She definintley doesn't teach at Lisgar) didn't notice. That or she ignored it and hoped the crying girl would get over it. If I get above a 75 on that, I will be surprised. Above 85 is what it takes for me to be happy. *groan*
Wow, and now I think of who will be reading this, all you amazing, 3.5 and up GPAs, who get all A's which at your school mean 90's and at my school means about 80. And I can't even manage a lame LCI A.
Also, to make things worse, by the time I got to the music room, Mrs Bradely had already left, which meant I couldnt get my cello, which means that tomorrow at 10:40 when I have my playing exam, there will be a problem. Since I can't play the thing yet.
Luckily, there is always mcc's house to crash at when one is feeling down. It was a "screw school I'm chilling." Moment. I'll cram/start studying for history tomorrow, somewhere in with the hanging out with Mike.
Oh, and the title. After my playing test today, Lindsey gave me a Welch's Fruit Snack. I don't know if you guys have ever tried these, but they are crazy addictive. Kirsten swears there's heroin in them. So anyway, once I'd had one, I obviously needed to buy my own pack. Luckily, I was out of money, but not ressources! I went to beg money of Kirsten. In the spirit of our running lesbian love affair joke, Kirsten said she'd give me the dollar for the Fruit Snacks if I tok off my shirt. And darned if I didn't do it. Stop freaking out! Yes you! You who is related to me in some way and is now freaking out! I was wearing a tank top underneath my long sleeved shirt. My plan would hav worked out perfectly if it hadn't been for Alex stealing my shirt and refusing to return it. I had to get Mr Hodgson to tell her to give it back :P. He was all "I don't want to know."

Men love to barbeque. Men will cook if danger is involved.

Whatever and ever Amen

Another wonderful visit to Indy. And now I must leave.

The thing about coming here, is that when I get here, it's like I never left. I click. I fit right in with the sarcasm, the silly jokes, the "your face... you mom... your congressman" jokes (I'm working on those! :P), the DnD, the "...between the sheets." on fortunes from cookies game... ah. And I get right in with the watching Stargate (and imposing my crazy Grey's Anatomy) and gong for walks with Jonah, hanging out with all their friends... I'm sad to be leaving.

Even though when I get here, it feels like I never left, when I leave, it feels like I just got here. Wierd.

I'm very much not looking forward to flying, mostly, I'm not looking forward to switching terminals in Toronto. Or to going through customs. Or to possibly having to check baggage. Or having to PACK TOMORROW. My stuff is all over the place. Everywhere. Grawr.

It's the getting ready to go and going thing I hate the most. I wish I could apparate. *sigh*

Also, I feel like teh shit. I am sick. I fell asleep on the couch today after DnD. And I'm still not done my book for English. And I have a whole summative to do with Yan on Sunday. Yuck.

Men love to barbeque. Men will cook if danger is involved.