I'd pity humanity, but I'm too busy yelling at it.

It's a sad thing when people get their kicks out of wasting all their talent on destroy the computers of people they don't know or annoying the heck out of them even when they can't their faces. You're not supposed to like that, you bums. And perhaps you didn't know, but I hate creepy empty emails that are probably junkmail but are creepy anyway simply because they're neither meaningfull nor stupid. They are absolutely creepy because they just are and there's aways the chance of a VIRUS. I just got one (mail, not virus), and would very much like to know WHO IN THE WORLD SENT ME THAT RETARDED CREEPY BLANK EMAIL WITH A JUMBLE OF STATS AND THE WORD "PROFFESION"???? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT???? LAUGHS? WELL IT AIN'T FUNNY!!!! BUT DOUBT YOU'LD NOTICE SINCE YOU'RE TOO BUSY LAUGHING AT OTHER EQUALLY STUPID AND RETARDED THINGS, LIKE THE WORD "RETARDED"!!!! Can you explain WHY you find those stupid things funny? Cuz if you can't, then maybe it's YOU who's funny... RETARDEDLY FUNNY!!! WATCH ME LAUGH: HA HA HA HA!!!!!!

Right. Onward.

Why are everything so expensive these days? I remember the good days of $10 jeans, and that was just a few years back. Inflation can't be THAT bad, can it? Nowadays, you can't even buy a plain white tshirt without spending $20. WHAT THE -BEEP- IS THAT CUZ I REALLY WANNA KNOW!!! Ohemgee, the idiots that walk and desecrate our earth, they make me fear for humanity. And the people who're jacking up the prices of eggs and milk and whatnot, they're probably the same bums that are like "Oh no, don't invent solar cars 'cuz we need the money from the oil companies." Selfish gits. You wanna die of pollution? Fine; we're more than happy to kill you. But you're not taking the planet with you. DON'T YOU BOZOS GET IT??? YOU KEEP DOING THIS AND THERE WILL BE NO MORE OIL FOR YOUR STUPID COMPANIES TO DRILL!!! GET A LIFE AND START INVESTING IN RECYCLING, FOR CRYIN OUT LOUD!!! And people, you know what? If they keep destroying the homes of the rainforest critters, how long 'til they move on to OUR homes?

I'd say that I need a drink, but I'm under 21. Pity. It's really all the rules and restrictions that drive the youths to drunkeness. Besides, beer tastes bad. Urine probably tastes better, not to mention it doesn't rot your liver. And you'd still get the vomiting.

The Irony is that I don't even like math that much

I got highest mark in the school for the Gauss Math Contest by U of Waterloo. Not unexpected, since I got 5th in QC for the CMLC (but I got 3rd last year, *cries*). No idea what my mark was. Now we just need the results for the Scholastic Competition.

And now: a brief review of the Da Vinci Code!
The general effect was awesomish, but they rushed too much at the begining (fifty chapters in twenty minutes). Silas's past wasn't explained clear enough. They skipped the first cryptex (bad), which was very symbolic of Saunier's affection towards Sofie. And they solved everything too fast like they're uber-smart people who hunt for Grails all the time. I like how they added Mary leaning on Jesus when they analyzed the Last Supper. BUT! They changed the ending a bit, as in the grail documents were actually in Rosslyn, and that Sofie's brother actually did die, and the tour guide was just a Priory member. Admittedly, this adds to Sofie's importance (the only living descendant of Jesus Christ), but it means that she still has no proper family. Not only that, she tried to turn water into wine (didn't work), and never kissed Robert. The ending was THE BEST with just two little flaws of not actually showing the "starry skies" and not doing a voice-over of "The quest for the Holy Grail is the quest to kneel before the bones of Mary Magdalene" so you had people going "Why is he kneeling?" But otherwise, the ending was AWESOME!

If you're over 13, watch it. If you're not, ignore me.

And here comes Titania, Long may she Live!

The MSND presentation was pulled off rather nicely, and we even found something for my (aka Titania's) uber staff of doom. *huggles awesome script written by me in which people have to voluntarily suck up to me*. We, Mo (Oberon) and me, had looseleaf-crowns with hand-drawn highlighter "jewels", courtesy of Fi.

Finished the Moral Ed AIDS pamphlet in one afternoon. Go me! On thursday, instead of Newspaper, there was the whole "camping physical fitness thing".

And on Saturday the good news came... WE GOT SKIT FIRST PLACE!!!

The Da Vinci Code: featuring BUCK-NAKED MUSEUM CURATORS!

The Da Vinci Code: finished ch 17 of 104. Four days left. No, actually, six days, since I might just go with the MSND gang on Sunday.

The world is conspiring to make me die of exaustion. Yesterday: Mother's Day. Today: Dad's birthday. Tomorrow: MSND presentation (tentative). Wednsday: Moral Ed project, chorale, and piano lesson. Thursday: Newspaper. Friday: Supposed to be a PED, but got cancelled. Satuday: Chinese class (last one until Sept!). Sunday: Movie...? Monday: Victoria Day, work on Math project.

Lemon Juice: pH value 2.4

Muahaha!!! Fall victim to my Lemon-Juiced-ness.

Er... right.

Today was the skit/speech competition the Chinese School. It went well, better than my public speaking at least, heh... See, that's the thing about skits as opposed to speeches: with skits you only have to look at the audience some of the time, and when you do you can go back to staring at whatever your char is supposed to stare at before your brain can register the faces (of the judges especially *shudders*)

Immediately afterwards was, of course, the chinese exam. Not as hard as we feared, but harder than I would've wanted it to. The listen-and-write thingamabob (which, for those not familiar w/ chinese education, is actually sorta like a spelling test, only with a mega-long hunk of text as opposed to a few words) was horrible, as it was formal/olden and they didn't even tell you what it was so you couldn't even study. But the rest was okay. The translating from olden chinese into modern chinese thing was pretty simple. The on demand essay was pretty good to, since it was only 200 characters. The fill-in-the-blanks for the proverbs that we had to memorize was okay except for the part where I forgot how to write some of the characters.

After that, chinese painting/calligraphy class was... normal. I forgot to bring the Terry Fox coin so I could trade it for some other coins, but it won't be so bad if I remember next week. If I don't, then that's REALLY bad because next week is the last class. Of course, we never do actually painting in the last class, so I guess that sorta ends another chapter in the "Rosefae's Book of Random Hobbies that Tend to End Very Quickly" since I probably won't be doing any painting work without proper stimulation, regardless of whether I like it or not. Just like the way I actually ENJOYED ballet (to a certain degree, since trying to do the splits was sheer agony) but you don't see me all eager when faced with a set of barres.

Of course, my love for RPGs will never-ever end. Which is why I will now go and smash my keyboard a bit before I smash it again when I type up the script for Act 2 Scene 1 of MSND(Midsummer Night's Dream, okay?!). Yes, we actually managed to finish it, not that the guys (and Tiff, too) actually did anything except ramsack Fi's pencil case and draw a sub-sandwich on a piece of looseleaf.

Who needs anger management when you have balloons?

Ya, Balloons are awesome... But anyways.

Yesterday, a moron (aka Tasso) on the 121 bus threw an orange at me. Fi said we oughtta tell Gliksman today, but he wasn't there at lunch, and then we sorta forgot. But whatever. We'll tell him tomorrow. If we don't mysteriously forget again. *shifty eyes*

The Gauss contest was okay, except for question 25, with the freaky grid and 25 numbers. Took me half an hour. Grr. Can't believe Umar skipped #16, didn't he listen last year in Ms Cameron's class? She explained the whole hypotenuse shenanigan that day I was really hyper, even though I already knew that stuff. (Don't I go hyper everyday?)

English class was friggin awesome, as always (well, most of the time). We so called "worked" on the script for our play based on Act 2 Scene 1 of Shakespears Midsummer Night's Dream. It totally sucks up to Titania. Why? Because I play her. Onward: we were supposed to work and finish this, but now we've done... a page and a quarter. Maybe it's cuz our group dominated the middle of the classroom, maybe it's cuz we've seven people, maybe it's Dhaval (who, I might add, had absolutely nothing to do with our group and just quietly worked), or maybe we're just so friggin awesome (note to self: enrich vocabulary and don't overuse "friggin awesome"), but in the end we were just so loud and accomplished, as mentioned above, absolutely nothing except for the page and quarter of Marie's writing (we should've hired Ven, that way we would only have had half a page). Mo, who's playing Oberon, made a crown out of graph paper. Jamie took it and put it on his head, and looked hilariously like Jughead (the one from the Archie comics, duh). I ripped up the crown; payback for what he did to the "Proudly an Artemis Fowl Fan" sign that had been on my forehead until he tore it up and mutilated it.

Flores had the freakiest stroke of inspiration: To give a project. *le gasp* Where does she come up with these things? *sarcasm* Okay, so we get a bristleboard (Fi does that, and I can't spell), and then we draw a blue print of a beach resort. Yippidee doo da *sarcasm*. The only project she thinks of giving, and it's as simple as drawing a bunch of geometric figures and coloring them. At least Tiff (all hail the all-powerful Tiffany) had the idea of drawing hotdog carts -- to scale. And frisbees too. Should we write how we came up with our ideas? Because I can just see her deducting marks and writing "Show all your work".

My piano teacher decided that instead of a metronome, she would keep beat by tapping a pencil on my shoulder. 'Nuff said.

The story is coming along great, for those of you guys who actually care (*cough* yeah right when pigs start flying *cough*). Still deciding between "Sentient Dust" and "Pheonix Defiant". Both are uber spiffy titles, eh? Maybe when summer vacation comes I'll actually get around to finishing it, that and my AF fanstuff. (May's been awfully quiet in the fandom, except for AFC's b-day. Creeps me out. I can just see Eoin plotting with Miramax to give us a huge workload come June).

Still can't decide what to do for my birthday. Maybe I'll just hide under my bed and avoid the punches. Speaking of which, Dhaval's birthday on the 19th! Should we follow him home, camp out on his porch, then start punching him at exactly 12:01?

Jamie missed May 5th. Let's tell him to turn it into the 15th. That's monday. Do we have English on monday? Cuz if we do, I should start plotting right away.

Grr those stupid typos.