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So...my cieday was interesting. Thal wanted us to go for a walk, but I got too lazy.:P Anyway, here's the bad water-colour that I did, though I suppose it's technically a mixed-media work. There's coloured pencils and acrylic on it as well. Wei also did a really long written down conversation that degenerated into an arguement about my parents, but I'm not going to post it.
I found a random idea that I decided to copy and make my own. It's called 101 things in 1001 days, or something like that. And you do...basically what it says. With a list of 101 things that you'd like to do and have to do in 1001 days, which is something like two and a half years. I made my list last night and this morning, and I'm starting tomorrow. I have such random stuff on there. xD Like: Buy a hat. Because I'm so not going to before March 2009! Still, it should be interesting. I'm starting on #28 and #53 tomorrow.
Also tomorrow is my Grade 9 piano exam. O.o I'm a little worried, especially on the technical aspect of it. I really should have practiced my scales more. Ah well, as long as my wrist don't start randomly hurting tomorrow (no knitting for me!), I'll be fine.
One week and a day until I'm flying out to Ontario to visit my grandparents and meet the 'rents. Craziness. Note to self: remember to hide all Wiccan books and not leave them randomly on the kitchen counter. This weekend's going to be a crazy cleaning frenzy, you just wait. Or at least, it will be if I can get my wonderful brother to do anything. *scowl* I'm planning to bribe him with fresh, home-made peanut-butter cookies, but he still seems like he wants to be lazy and not do anything! If we clean it well enough, maybe Mom won't get so bitchy and anal on us. Last time she wiped off the counters four times and I'd sanitized them and everything! *sigh*
Anyway, it's late and I should go to bed for the night. Need to get a good sleep for my exam tomorrow.
I found a random idea that I decided to copy and make my own. It's called 101 things in 1001 days, or something like that. And you do...basically what it says. With a list of 101 things that you'd like to do and have to do in 1001 days, which is something like two and a half years. I made my list last night and this morning, and I'm starting tomorrow. I have such random stuff on there. xD Like: Buy a hat. Because I'm so not going to before March 2009! Still, it should be interesting. I'm starting on #28 and #53 tomorrow.
Also tomorrow is my Grade 9 piano exam. O.o I'm a little worried, especially on the technical aspect of it. I really should have practiced my scales more. Ah well, as long as my wrist don't start randomly hurting tomorrow (no knitting for me!), I'll be fine.
One week and a day until I'm flying out to Ontario to visit my grandparents and meet the 'rents. Craziness. Note to self: remember to hide all Wiccan books and not leave them randomly on the kitchen counter. This weekend's going to be a crazy cleaning frenzy, you just wait. Or at least, it will be if I can get my wonderful brother to do anything. *scowl* I'm planning to bribe him with fresh, home-made peanut-butter cookies, but he still seems like he wants to be lazy and not do anything! If we clean it well enough, maybe Mom won't get so bitchy and anal on us. Last time she wiped off the counters four times and I'd sanitized them and everything! *sigh*
Anyway, it's late and I should go to bed for the night. Need to get a good sleep for my exam tomorrow.
End of exams and other things
May. 19th, 2005 07:23 pmExams ended tuesday, with the paper two psych exam that was easy and only an hour long. Overall, the exams were good. The only one I really can't tell about is English, and that's cuz I can *never* tell how good I do on a written exam. If I think I did good, I do bad, and vice versa. So I don't think about it, say it went ok and then move on.
Somehting bad happened about a week ago. A friend of mine was in a car accident and died. I didn't really know her that well, I knew her sister better, but don't even know her that well either. Still, it's the closest thing I've been to death, and I'm very confused. Sometimes I feel sad, but other times I don't feel anything at all. I don't know how to feel. If she were closer, I'd feel worse and know that I should, but I only saw her at concerts. *sigh* she was only thirteen or fourteen years old. If i think about it too much, I feel like crap, like now. I hurt mostly for her sister though, and others that were closer to her than I. Anne from the band said that she knew her from when she was very little, and her eyes were filled with tears when she said it. I couldn't look at her. I haven't said anything to her sister (the one who's still alive) either. I just don't know what to say. I watch her. She seems to be doing alright, but her voice is filled with pain when she speaks, as though the tears were just beneath the surface.
They probably are.
This is mixed with the fact that I'm now counting my 'lasts' and the weeks until I leave. This is my last band concert, or my last DWTA, or something. I almost feel that I can't wait till I leave so that I can leave the death behind me. I know that it won't seem as real in Canada, away from everyone connected to her. Graduation is such a scarey thought. I still want to leave, though. Things have changed. I have changed a lot. I guess I've discovered what I believe about death, but sometimes I just remember the last time I saw her, and she was laughing over a bad performance, and can't believe she's gone.
Somehting bad happened about a week ago. A friend of mine was in a car accident and died. I didn't really know her that well, I knew her sister better, but don't even know her that well either. Still, it's the closest thing I've been to death, and I'm very confused. Sometimes I feel sad, but other times I don't feel anything at all. I don't know how to feel. If she were closer, I'd feel worse and know that I should, but I only saw her at concerts. *sigh* she was only thirteen or fourteen years old. If i think about it too much, I feel like crap, like now. I hurt mostly for her sister though, and others that were closer to her than I. Anne from the band said that she knew her from when she was very little, and her eyes were filled with tears when she said it. I couldn't look at her. I haven't said anything to her sister (the one who's still alive) either. I just don't know what to say. I watch her. She seems to be doing alright, but her voice is filled with pain when she speaks, as though the tears were just beneath the surface.
They probably are.
This is mixed with the fact that I'm now counting my 'lasts' and the weeks until I leave. This is my last band concert, or my last DWTA, or something. I almost feel that I can't wait till I leave so that I can leave the death behind me. I know that it won't seem as real in Canada, away from everyone connected to her. Graduation is such a scarey thought. I still want to leave, though. Things have changed. I have changed a lot. I guess I've discovered what I believe about death, but sometimes I just remember the last time I saw her, and she was laughing over a bad performance, and can't believe she's gone.
My math exam finished today. This morning actually. I had two math exams, because IB is sadistic, and i was finished paper 2 in time for morning break. i've spent the last four hours in the library. I am SOOO bored. I should have done something productive, but I didn't, and that's my fault. I wish that I put my friend's story on my floppy so I could have read that, and did my traditional 'notes' on it, but i didn't think there was going to be room on the floppy, and I forgot.
The only good thing about today is that this is my last math anything...forever. That's right. NO more math classes! No more calculus! (actually, I like calculus, it's probability that I can't stand). I'm not allowed to talk about my math exam in detail, but I'll be content with the fact that it went fairly well. My head felt like mush afterwards, and my fingers were half numb. That's what two hours of intensive concentrating does to you, and an ac unit turned on WAY too high. Now my head still feels like it's made of mush, and my eyes are all blurry from staring at a computer screen or printed words for hours on end. Maybe *this* is why I need glasses.
The only good thing about today is that this is my last math anything...forever. That's right. NO more math classes! No more calculus! (actually, I like calculus, it's probability that I can't stand). I'm not allowed to talk about my math exam in detail, but I'll be content with the fact that it went fairly well. My head felt like mush afterwards, and my fingers were half numb. That's what two hours of intensive concentrating does to you, and an ac unit turned on WAY too high. Now my head still feels like it's made of mush, and my eyes are all blurry from staring at a computer screen or printed words for hours on end. Maybe *this* is why I need glasses.
