the afternoon girl

Some people are night-time people, some are morning people. Today I realised how much of an afternoon person I am. I'm alright in the morning, and I'm alright at night, but in the afternoon/evening, I'm ON FIRE! Especially when it comes to homework. Get some good tunes flowing out of the speakers, and I can do anything!

I realised this today as I was coming home from school. I was listening to some really happy-making music and it got me into a really great mood. So when I got home I ate vanilla yogurt and hummus and carrots and then I had some crazy green tea with rose in it. It was tasty stuff. And then I had my french project to do, and I did three quarters of it in some record time like half an hour. It felt great. What a productive afternoon.

The only downside was that I didn't get to go to the Player's Club Youth Group meeting. But I did find out that we're going to put on Agatha Christies "Mousetrap" this year, and that's good news. Not to mention that with Thea and Dylan as directors it should be ten bagillion times better than last year. And I should really remember to borrow the play from Thea, I would like to read it fully so I can get an idea about costumes before I get to know the actual cast. So that way when I start making them with Kristy I won't have as much pressure from whiny actors that want a specific type of costume, because I'll already know what I want.

Today went by so nicely and felt so productive. I wish I had days like this all the time.

The Technicalities of a Hug

Until yesterday night, I had never thought it was possible to describe a hug as "bad".

Over the rather short span of my life, I must say that I've been hugged quite a number of times. I must get about 4 hugs a day, and I've been alive for sixteen years and 331 days. Assuming that my ratio of hugs per day has always been constant, that makes a total of about 24 684 hugs in all of my lifetime. Sad hugs, comforting hugs, friendly hugs, warm hugs, all kinds of hugs.

But yesterday was TFG's birthday, and I had to go. And he hugged me, and it was the most awkward and uncomfortable thing. He's really tall (I'm talking somewhere along the lines of 6'7") and he felt the need to swoop down on you, so I ended up with this really tall thing slouching over me, and his arms went over mine so I was kind of stuck in this weird positions with the top of my arms pinned to one side while my forearms were wrapping around him, not to mention that the way he slouched made my back arch in a really awkward manner. And to add to that, he held on way too long and I didn't know what to do about it. It made me miss all my friends terribly.

Anyhow, all that to say that I didn't know a hug could technically go wrong. Sure, every once in a while you might be too enthusiastic and hit someone or something, but to have the actual hugging part of the operation go wrong... I can't help but think that this is the sealing wax on my confirmation that we are definitely not ment to be together. One day, I hope he finds someone who's hug lego clicks a lot better than ours.

Things I like

I thought I would publish this list, because everytime I read through it my mood improves. Maybe yours will too!

The things I like (in random order):

- Dill the mannequin
- absurd humor
- stating the obvious
- books by Philip Pullman
- Prisma Color pencils
- labels + label makers
- stupid signs
- nicely drawn manga
- The Lord of the Rings + The Hobbit
- Tigana
- books by Doctor Seuss
- spoonerisms
- dictionary.com's word of the day
- vacant-looking gorillas with monarch wings
- typed emoticons ^_^
- pictures
- embroidery
- sewing
- crafting
- all my cds
- trying to be organized
- glitter lamps and lava lamps
- [really] low maintenance plants
- dressing up
- costumes
- wearing underwear
- dark humor
- re-reading favorite chapters
- eating
- making brownies
- Hallowe'en
- Christmas
- fun electives in school
- drawing
- the books on my bookshelf
- bright colours
- writting in pen
- being alone
- being with friends
- dancing
- going downtown
- weddings
- arguing/generally dissagreeing
- Sailor Moon
- Dollarama
- sketchbooks/scrapbooks/journals (mine or someone else's)
- cassettes
- silent movies
- window shopping on the internet
- the following websites: Think Geek, Threadless, Craftster, Gaia Online, Oh My Stars, Postsecret
- glue guns
- Fantastic Mr. Fox
- When We Were Very Young
- getting mail
- Barbie dolls
- Pirates and ninjas
- How to be a Villain
- bass guitar
- playing the clarinet
- guitar picks
- giving presents
- getting presents
- stealing small things from school, like masking tape and pens
- chewing on necklaces
- biting my hand when I'm thinking hard
- Archibald the computer
- Cameron the camera
- Christophe the mp3 player
- Alphonse the bass guitar
-feeling loved
- attention
- showing off things I've created
- Gloomy the Teddy Bear
- Grumly l'ourson
- decorating my agenda
- Marvin the plushie
- sleeping with Laurie the lamb puppet
- Westwood Elitist Snobs
- walking to a friends house
- making a magazing for journalism class
- my pink velcro shoes
- fun cartoon character band-aids
- enjoying things people have never heard about
- road trips
- Ikea
- Mr. Potato Head
- eating outside
- makeup
- Hello Kitty
- colouring
- socks
- tights
- bargain shopping
- empty bottles
- dried flowers
- the typing sound the keyboard makes
- preforming
- grace and elegance
- kitch
- boys
- siblings
- parents
- family
- big sunglasses
- dotting the "i" in my name with a star
- role playing
- planning things that might not ever happen
- pretty hand writting
- learning how to use Photoshop
- trying new crafts
- eyeballing
- band t-shirts
- cool t-shirts in general
- freshly died hair
- taking showers in the evening
- cool decorations
- trinkets
- travelling
- warm blankets
- sleeping
- waking up without an alarm
- chewable vitamin C
- unsliced bread

I'll add more when I think of them.

what if I don't want to go?

Oh dear, I've just gotten the news that my mother, my father and I are all invited to Tall French Guy's birthday dinner along with some friends of my parents. My mother thought it was a grand idea and so now we're going. It's on the eighteenth or nineteenth, and I'm thinking:
"The food they're serving better be good..."

Because I don't want to go. I don't want to sit across from TFG and be thinking "what time is it now?" throughout all of supper. I want to sit at home and watch a C.S.I. marathon. No romance, just facts and murder. Boy, lately that's all I ever want to watch. That or Pulp Fiction. I'm tired of romance, it bores me to death.

Ha, he offered to take me out to see when a stranger calls. That movie looks like such a joke, I nearly burst out laughing. In fact, I did give out a chuckle or two. So, thankfully, I evaded seeing that movie.

God, this post makes me feel like such a snobby bitch. You know, I should be greatfull that I'm attracting some attention from the opposite sex. Then again, it's probably just because I'm the only girl he talks to, so he thinks I'm the only one there'll ever be. God, I'm so tired of being alone. So tired.

So yeah. I can't get rid of him. It's impossible. I think I might have to take Thea's advice and yell:
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU TALL FRENCH FUCK!" next time I see him. Probably not the best idea, but it's a guaranteed success...

ehg.