90210 - I wrote the date different than usual just for that.

Okay, I don’t really talk in detail about my school. If I haven’t said this already, I hate it. I mean, I actually hate it. I wish it didn’t exist. It’s not the work we do, it’s not even the sheer amount of homework I am given – it is my school.

As you all know, I live in England. England, in case you have been living under a rock for...ever, is very cold, especially in winter. Now, I am constantly cold*, but I deal with this. I wear a scarf and gloves (I do not actually have a coat, but as the upper part of my uniform consists of a shirt, a tie, a jumper and a blazer, I do not really need one, and when I do, I just force one of my friends to hug me for a while). I can deal with the cold, if I have these things. You can probably guess what I’m about to say.

My school has decided that you are not allowed to wear your scarf or your gloves or your coat between lessons. This isn’t a big deal if you are in the same building, but you are not always in the same building. My school is split into two buildings (with different blocks in the upper building). There is the lower school, Arnold, which extremely small, and is where the year sevens and eights have their form classes and stay at dinner and such, and there is the upper school, Newman, which is where the year nines, tens, elevens and sixth formers have their form classes and dinners and such. In Newman there is also the science block (there are labs in both buildings, but the science block is...well, it’s the MAIN sciencey place), the DT block, the music/drama block...and none of these are attached. It is also quite a long walk between the upper and lower schools**.

Teachers have started to confiscate scarves and such if they are worn in the building, whether you are about to trek to the other school or not. In fact, my friend, Maria, was told to take her scarf off when she was standing in the dinner queue outside (the dinner queue starts outside and moves inside)!

I’m a little more annoyed at my school today than any other day. Last week, my friends history teacher sort of...went insane (not shouting...he kind of lost his mind), and then he walked out of the classroom. Now, my friend was supposed to be staying at mine on Friday, because I freaked out when I found out she hadn’t saw The Princess Bride (I made my best mate watch it when she last stayed at mine), and also because I like lying on her. We were sat in English today, watching Frankenstein, as we’re done with Macbeth and are moving on now, when her teacher comes in and asks for a word with her and a couple of other people from her history class. She comes back into the classroom a few minutes later, and shows me a detention slip:

“Friday, February 12th: 3:30: extra history lesson”

This really annoyed me, because it wasn’t as if the kids hadn’t been there to teach, and now all of our plans are messed up.

On a lighter note, it’s nearly...Pancake day! I actually couldn’t care less about Valentines day, but Pancake day? Hell yeah, that’s a big deal! Also, you know the way we over here say “couldn’t care less” and then over there you all say “could care less”? Would you explain that to me? Because it doesn’t make any sense to me. We say “couldn’t care less”, as in, you’re already caring the least possible amount, so it would be impossible for you to care any less about –insertthinghere-. Am I missing the obvious “could care less” thing? PLEASE, EXPLAIN, IT’S BEEN DRIVING ME INSANE FOR YEARS.

I think I better go now. I HAVE NOT DONE MY PUNISHMENT YET. I will do something else until it gets done, like, I’ll make a video just for you guys or something.

GoodBYE.

-Caitlin


*as in, I don’t just shiver a little, I shake violently.
**still, we only get five minutes to walk to lessons, so we speed-walk or are late a lot.

Kasey, WAIT!

HI FRIENDS!

I have nothing to talk about. Excellent.

I am currently listening to Marianas Trench. I love them and, in fact, have bought tickets to their show in Toronto. That's where I am taking The Boy for our 7 year anniversary. I'm snazzy like that.

Sadly, Dani, this means that I will be unable to come to Calgary. The Marianas Trench concert is on the 11th, and my family is doing this crazy big birthday bash for all the March birthdays (including mine) on the 13th. It takes 40+ hours to drive there, and I won't be able to make it the concert if I planned on, you know, sleeping.

Yes, I know, sleep is overrated when compared to an awesome concert with a fantastic person. I'm sorry. I have planned to ask for a plane ticket for my birthday, but I must tell you now not to get your hopes up. I will let you know. If I can't make it, can we plan a different time for me to come visit? If you want, that is. My aunt lives out there, so maybe after the Olympics? If this is a strange request, then I AM SORRY.

In other news -- NO BIG WHITE ENVELOPE. I asked my brother if there was mail today, and he told me only for our sister. When I said, "Sad. No Big White Envelope for me" he goes "What? Why a big white envelope?" and then I had to explain to him that rejection letters come in a small white envelope and acceptance letters cane in Big White Envelopes. He shook his head at me and said "...okay".

It kind of dawned on me (and The Boy) just the other day that if I get accepted into university we won't be in the same city. This might seem like an obvious point, but I don't think it really hit us until we were talking about my car, and how long we think it'll hold out.

I said something like "Well, when I get into school, I won't be driving it as much as I have been, working in Toronto and all. I'll mostly walk to school."

He responds with "Yeah, but you'll be coming home every weekend."

And I said "Um, that's unlikely. No every weekend. I'll have too much work. I'm doing a 2 year Masters in 1 year. I'll be lucky to breathe, let alone drive home each weekend. I don't work well at home."

Then there was a long scary pause as we bother realized, explicitly, I will not be 10 minutes away.

EEP.

I've done 4 (equivalent to 5) years of post-secondary schooling, and I have always lived at home. When most 18 year old's were packing up their bar clothes and stuffing Teddy into a deep recess of a suitcase, I was figuring out the bus schedule and finding a job in the city between school and home.

The Boy and I are high school sweethearts (I give you permission to gag here), and besides a 6 month break-up around the 3-1/2-year-mark, we have always lived about 10 minutes away from each other. The fact that it will take me about 2 - 2.5 hours to get home scares the crap out of me. The Boy, being far more practical than I am, keeps telling me not to worry about it until I have to leave.

It's just that all my friends have left for some period of time or another (The Karate Kid went away to school, Cait went to Japan, Ems is in England RIGHT NOW), and, as sad as it makes me, I'm sort of used to them being absent for long bits of time. I live with my dad and siblings, yes, but we have such different schedules that a week can go by where I don't actually see my dad (even though his bedroom is right above mine). I saw my brother today for the first time in about 3 days. Clearly, I'm used to, also, not seeing my family regularly.

I am, in no way, used to not having The Boy near. Bah. I hope it doesn't sound like I'm some love-sick moron girl who can't stand to be away from her boyfriend for more than 5 minutes -- that's really not it. He's the only one who is always here. Ah. Whew. Calming down now. I guess I'll just heed his handsome advice and worry about it when it happens.

Dani and Kayla, how did you two deal with moving away?

AND ON THAT UPLIFTING NOTE, I am going to go! I told you I had very little to talk about! I have a long weekend (4 DAYS!) coming up, which I am very excited about. Besides that, nothing tres exciting. ;)

I will see you all on your various days this week! Someone give me something stupid to do for missing that post a few weeks back.

Love you all DEARLY.
Kae

My FAVOURITE WORDS: discomforting
Reading: Spud by John van de Ruit (nearly done, like 5 pages!)
This post title inspired by: Audrey, Wait! by Robin Benway
What's in my head? <3

Sunday, February 7: I'm Posting!

I remembered today... (At least I'm remembering now, I may stop half way and forget to finish.)

So, today's Super Bowl Sunday... I really don't care about the game itself, but the commercials are usually awesome: (According to online sources, there will be a commercial for the Harry Potter theme park!!!) (So, now that it's pretty much over, I saw the commercial and it was okay, but not amazing... Still want to go to the park already though!)

It is in my city, so it should be more important to me, right? Since there have been all these concerts and parties in the area, right? Wrong. I haven't gone to anything and barely realized it existed.

The benefits to the Super Bowl though is that I love football food and we went to my grandparents'. My parents' bean dip, chicken wings, grandmother's potato salad, various other dips... There's just too much of it and I'm already gaining weight...

On that note, I went to the doctor's two weeks ago (since I didn't post last week) and my doctor told me I have to get a meningitis shot before stepping foot into a freshmen dorm. My mom said, "Erika has a fear of shots." He said, "Well, I have a fear of meningitis." It was pretty funny... What's not funny is in May or June I'm actually going to get said shot and I hate shots. (Needles are the reason I decided not to be a doctor.)

Kasey, the punishment you gave me is brutal, but I will get it done! (I'm just not telling you when because it may be a long time since it requires getting the movies and finding time to watch them in a row...) We still owe you a punishment!

So, I feel there's a lot more I should say, but I kind of need to finish homework so I can watch the T.V. show 10 Things I Hate About You. You see, my sister watched the first few episodes yesterday and then told me I had to so this is what happened while we watched the Super Bowl: I had my computer, so we sat in the back of the room watching 10 Things, commercials we got up to watch, ate while we were in the back, got up for the next commercials... We had no idea what was actually happening in the game. So, we made a deal that we'll finish homework quickly so we can watch a few more episodes tonight, which is why though there are other things I wanted to say they are either:

a. never going to get said or

b. will be said next week...

I can't stand getting attached to all these T.V. shows... Last year I never watched T.V. at all and now I keep getting addicted each for their own reason... Glee, White Collar, Big Time Rush, Make it or Break it, and now 10 Things I Hate About You... Thankfully most are online or have repeats if I miss it...

Homework!: Tell me what shows you watch.

Type to you all in a week.

-Erika

A Post That Is Two

I would like to say, first, that I cannot decide on which topic I would most like to blog today, so I'm going to talk about both.

Part I: School/Friends

I've begun to look forward to A days more than B days recently, a new and somewhat surprising development given that on B days I spend my time doing nothing, then being angry, then doing nothing, and then going to research, which I actually quite enjoy since the people in my lab are nice and interesting people. Regardless, I have begun to look forward to A days because my fourth block class is AP Euro, and I enjoy AP Euro because of the people therein.

To tell the truth, I'm rather shocked by this.

At the beginning of the first semester of this year, I almost begrudged my decision to take AP Euro, if only because it seemed that all of the students there were either magnets or the kind of students who aren't technically but act as if they were - even taking some magnet classes like Biology III or Physics B and hanging out primarily with other magnets in select magnet-heavy places (Beta Club, whose "government" is staffed entirely by magnets; Recycling Club, a requirement for National Science Honor Society; NSHS, self-explanatory) - and it felt very much like the kind of in-crowd-type situation that bothers me, as I rarely belong to them. However, around November, we had our first group review session, and I was placed with the other people who failed to fit into groups - a druggie/stoner, the son of one of my past teachers, a girl who took AP English and general math, and a girl who read supernatural romances and had (apparently) grown out of mild autism with residual awkwardness. They all sat with each other (approximately), and I was absorbed into their pre-formed group as a sort of default option; I had no where else to go, and I was the only such person to fulfill their need for another person.

Oddly enough, I got on quite well with these students, much as it shocked me. Looking at my description, I feel like I became a part of an in-class Breakfast Club, with the charming rapscallion who breaks all the rules (the druggie), prissy normal girl (AP English/general math), the un-academic jock (the son, I suppose), the awkward loner (autism girl), and the stressed-out nerd (me!), although we fit those stereotypes much lessly cleanly and, as far as I'm aware, no one's paired up with anyone else (although, if I were in fact the stressed out nerd, I wouldn't get to pair up with anyone, which I suppose suits me - but you must read on!). I'll give these people codenames, actually, to facilitate the process of discussing them. So, the druggie is hereafter STD (because it makes me laugh, and The Druggie/Stoner would be TDS, which isn't half as funny), and the AP English girl is APE, the formerly autistic girl is now TAG, and the son of the former teacher is SOFT. So, STD, Ape, Tag, and Soft.

Right, so. Ape is apparently dating the best friend of the only other teenager at my church (well, person without the status of legal adult who is in high school - there's like one 13-year-old, but I'm not counting her, and ... hmm. There is one family that has about five kids, but whenever I see them I think of the Duggars and I try to forget about it, which is before mentioning that the oldest son reminds me of the original Tom Riddle, as featured in the film adaptation of Chamber of Secrets. So.), and that is how we originally began talking, and then the five of us became an automatic group, and did other group things together, and slowly I started sitting near them more often and working with them more until we got to where we are now - I sit across the aisle from Ape, Soft, and STD, and behind Tag. This whole explanation is getting longer than perhaps it should, and certainly longer than I had expected. Regardless!

So, I think I may have made friends, but I can't be sure. I thought I'd made friends before, but in retrospect I doubt that that's what's happened. But still, I spend most of AP Euro speaking with Ape and STD, and I have been told that I was appreciated, although I'm unconvinced that that's an indication of friendship given its context. Hmm. I'll wait and see, and then report later.

ALSO!!!!!!! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANICA, AND HAPPY BEING ABLE TO GET ALCOHOL, ETC. ETC.!!!!!

Also also, I GOT A NEW LAPTOP. UNLIMITED INTERNET AGAIN. YAYASDGIH!

Part II: Asexuality, an introduction

(In not denying me my ability to discuss human sexuality last week (I'm assuming none of you object, and if so, you should skip part two), you have opened the floodgates. I love thinking/reading/talking about human sexuality, because it's just such a layered and fascinating topic. And, since I claim asexuality as my own sexual orientation, I have a particular interest in that topic, and, since I introduced it last week and I got my ring in the mail today, I'm going to discuss this more. Hence, Asexuality: An Introduction.)

Of all the variants of sexual "divergence" (a term I use with some trepidation since it establishes heterosexuality as the default, which tends to convey a sense that people who are not heterosexual are in some way deviant, which is not necessarily true, as increasing research tends to suggest that homosexuality, etc., is inherent from birth, rather than a development after the fact), asexuality is perhaps the least well known, and not without good reason.

Unlike wanting to have sex with people from within your own is significantly harder to grasp (or simply grosser) for many people to accept than not wanting to have sex with no one at all. Celibacy is, after all, the automatic default for everyone - you have to seek out sex in almost all cases (and certainly in all happy incidences). It is also an accepted tradition in most major religious, either permanently in a religious order as a monk or nun, or temporarily during stretches of time designated at holy (during Ramadan or Lent, for example) and many (though the number appears to be dropping all the time) expect abstinence until marriage.

But celibacy is not the same thing as asexuality in the same way that veganism and lactose intolerance are not the same. Not having sex and not wanting sex do not necessarily intersect - just as there are celibate sexuals, there are sexually involved asexuals, and that doesn't disqualify them - choosing to do something (or not do it) is not the same as having an inherent disposition against it.

Asexuality is typically defined by those who claim it as lack of sexual attraction, which ultimately translates to a total lack of interest in having sex. If you explore the AVEN forum (as have I), you would see countless posts regarding the difference between sexual attraction and sex drive (wanting to have sex, and having an urge that can be satisfied through masturbation), as well as the difference between romantic and sexual attraction (many people are involved in relationships, but without any kind of sexual interaction with their partner - in the 20/20 segment from a few years ago, there was a couple who were about to be married and who were still both virgins and planning to remain so). As far as "divergent" sexualities are concerned, asexuality is perhaps the simplest, and I have been thinking of it as a continuation of what most people feel for one sex to both. Assuming you're heterosexual or homosexual, you feel a sort of asexuality towards one sex - you are not sexually attracted to them, and you have no desire to sleep with them. Asexuals are the same way, but just with everyone.

And although there's traditionally been limited attention paid to asexuality, it is increasingly being accepted and paid attention to by a wider variety of people. From what I have seen, it's a fairly limited "movement," with little wide applicability (a survey from the 1990s done in Britain - I believe - showed that "asexuality" applied to about 1% of participants, which places it several percentage points below the occurrence of homosexuality, which I'm taken to believe is around 3-4%). And asexuals don't need any kind of protective legislation - most problems relating to people who are asexual could be sifted into other categories. If they're entirely uninterested in relationships, then discrimination against perpetually single people (which is apparently a lot more prevalent than we would have expected), and if they're homoromantic then the same issues regarding homosexuality affect them (and as heteroromantics, they have little to contend with outside of distrust of un-sexual relationships, but there are no non-social problems they'd have to deal with). So the "asexuality movement," as it were, is mostly focused on normalisation of asexuality, and having it accepted as a valid sexual orientation.

There's an asexual blogosphere, which is small and yet pretty comprehensive, covering romantics and a-romantics, older people and younger people, and the various trials and tribulations of asexuality (assuming you bump into any, although I ... haven't. Well, misunderstanding classmates, but that happens when you mention wanting to stay in and watch Doctor Who instead of going out, so it's not anything new), as well as a kind of website home base, called AVEN (Asexual Visibility and Education Network), which includes all the relevant links, a forum (which includes many small icons of cake), and lots of introductory posts from people who are asexual. As it is, we aren't oppressed, really (not like homosexual/romantic people, anyway), although many people like to question its validity, and there is a limited amount of research/articles on asexuality, and no books (which saddens me, as my first step in doing anything is to read a book about it). Someone should get on that. Hmm.

If you're interested, AVEN is here. A podcast (with Finnish people!) on asexuality here. The Venus of Willendork has interesting posts, as does the asexy beast and asexual explorations, which is also the name of (as far as I know) the only site dedicated to being collection of academic work on asexuality. And Rainbow Amoeba's Petri Dish is no longer active, but has good posts from months back.

Also, a black ring on the middle finger of the right hand has become a symbol (within the community, anyway) of asexuality, and I ordered mine (which is actually hematite, so not... black, but still dark and shiny) last Sunday and it arrived today. Hooray! Which actually brings up another topic, that of "coming out." Coming out is often a Big Deal to people who are homosexual/romantic, but not necessarily to asexual - again, normally when they're just heteroromantic or totally aromantic, since there isn't really much to it that's widely scorned by society. For most people, you can just say you're not interested and, apart from some possible heckling, that's more or less all that could happen. But then I realized that there's a definite difference between saying you're not interested and saying you're asexual. There's something freeing about using a label that's accepted by a community, and, when it comes to some people, it's actually something that's difficult to do (like, I don't know how I'd directly tell my parents, "Hey, parents, I identify as asexual," but that may mostly be because it would imply that I've spent time thinking about sex, which would be ... awkward.)

Reading Now: Magic Lessons by Justine Larbalestier, Demon's Lexicon by Sara Rees Brennan, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, A Handful of Dust by Evelyn Waugh, The Queen of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner

Recently Finished: How Beautiful the Ordinary by Various Authors, Magic or Madness by Justine Larbalestier, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain, Fly on the Wall by E. Lockhart

Recommended: All of the above! Read them all!

BEDFAY Book Club Book Progress: Not started yet.

*The Long Walk isn't about communism being bad because it isn't about anything. I spent weeks trying to think of a theme for that book and I got nothing, and thus I declare it a failure as a dystopian novel. TRY AGAIN, KING.**

**Of course, this was written several decades ago. BUT STILL. I demand a RE-DO.

BIRTHDAY EXCITEMENT

Holla!

I loved all your posts this week. Rebekah, you are so awesome and brave and fantastic for being so sure of who you are -- I'm positive not many people your age can declare who they are in such terms and fully accept every part of themselves the way you can. And no, nothing is TMI. I'm not easily offended and absolutely love hearing different points of view from all you girls :)
Erika, if you had posted in Kaistics, I'm sure my brain could not have handled it. It's such a complicated language! It will be a long time until I can say I'm fluent...
Kasey, I haven't been able to have a ponytail for very long, but yes, I'm starting to experience that problem. Usually I just take it out and let the world deal with my unstyled hair! Also, your reactions seem to take a long time to fully realize themselves. I don't know if this process should change, but maybe just become faster. Any way to speed it up?
Caitlin, NOT A SUCKISH POST. I heart bad-ass nerds. In fact, I consider myself to be one! I have never watched Lost. (Okay, I've seen, like, TWO episodes.) Let's read The Great Gatsby!
Kayla, I missed Hour Comic Day?! Crap! Ah well, I would've done terribly anyway. I don't think my profs would have approved of me drawing comics during lectures. Sigh... I miss the rain. It does not rain as much here as it does in my hometown. Who'da thunk I'd miss something like RAIN? I am loving college. I'd like never to graduate, but I'll deal with that in three years when, y'know, I WILL be graduating! Good luck on the raffle!

My week has been crazy and busy and exciting and here's why!

Well, number one, I had an Art History midterm on Monday, for which I began studying Sunday night. During the study sesh I had with my friend, we baked cookies and a cake, played cards, gossiped, all while memorizing sixteen pieces of art between the years 1495 and 1656 -- four of which we would be questioned on (we didn't know which four). And y'know what? I think I did really well on that test! It included a five-page essay, which I was actually able to pull off in the allotted time. I'm excited to see if I /truly/ pwned it, or if I just /think/ I did...

Also this week, I've been learning about explosions in space! Dying stars, really, but you get the idea! Astronomy may be science for non-science people, but it's still fun! Except that my lab this week was completely unexciting... We used a computer program that pretends it's a telescope to look at the spectra of stars...LOTS of stars... It was mind-numbingly boring, but luckily my lab partner and I made it somewhat fun by saving the spectra under weird file names, and failing at making graphs on her laptop! If I don't get an A in that course, I'll be sorely disappointed...

HOWEVER, by far the most exciting thing about this week is that IT IS MY BIRTHDAY TOMORROW. Actually, it is my birthday in ten minutes. Actually, it in my birthday where most of you live. Whatever. It's my birthday!

I've been looking forward to this for over a year. It is my nineteenth birthday, meaning I can legally get into bars in B.C. All my friends from home are a year older than me (due to my skipping a grade) and have been enjoying this luxury for a long time. FINALLY, I get to join them!! As a b-day gift, they have purchased me a flight to Vancouver and are treating me to a WEEKEND OF AWESOME. Literally right after my lecture tomorrow (which will be on more explosions) I scurry to the airport, hop on a plane, and jet to my destination! Then I shall take Van by storm!

I am extremely excited. And I can't express enough how fabulous my friends are for doing this for me. I would not have been able to finance this and would therefore have been stuck here for my birthday (which wouldn't have been so bad). This present is above and beyond anything I could've wanted or asked for. YAY!

And tonight, I was a rebel. My favourite spoken word artist was performing in my campus pub. I SNUCK IN LIKE A NINJA to see him! It involved slipping through the doors when no one was looking and hiding in the bathroom when they were checking ID...but I did it! And it was so worth it!! His name is Shane Koyczan, and he is amazing. If you like slam poetry (and even if you don't) I highly suggest looking him up!

Okay. I have to go to sleep now. I have to get up early for MY BIRTHDAY!

Loves you! Have a great week (I know I will)!

Danica

Oh, hey girl!

Hello Girls! It's Wednesday! I was supposed to be posting my punishment for last week today. Well, as you all know, I live in Oregon. And here in Oregon, it rains an awful, awful lot. This is quite particularly true in winter months, like February! So basically what I'm trying to say is that I could not do my punishment because it was pouring all week. Hopefully it will not be so rainy this weekend so I can get out there and do my punishment! I need to start making notes form myself throughout the week, listing what I want to talk about. There are so many times I think, "Oh, that's a good topic for bedfay this week!" Then I go on doing whatever I had been doing before, foolishly thinking that when I sit down on Wednesday to write I'll somehow remember the random ideas I come up with in the shower or in the middle of geology lectures.

So, this week has been pretty hectic. I had all my midterms this week, although I had my last one today at two, so that's a load off my shoulders. I need to make a video showing my apartment so my mom can see it. I've lived in my new place for about 5 weeks and have yet to show her. I feel kinda bad but I've just never got around to it! I WILL do it tomorrow!

So, it's February of 2010! When did this happen!? I graduate from college in 4 months. O_o This has been weighing heavily on my mind as of late. I am not quite ready to graduate from college. I love this lifestyle! I love my friends! I love Oregon! I don't want to leave it all behind when I graduate, have no money, no job and go back to California to live with my parents while I look for employment. Anyways, I don't want to gripe about this for too long but I thought I should bring it up just because it seems to be consuming most of my thoughts.

It seems that our book club had made a resurgence and I'm going to step up and say: Our first book is The Great Gatsby! So, how does everyone thing of having a nice discussion about it first week of next month? Yes? Lovely.

Monday was the first and was also Hourly Comic Day! This is when you write a comic for every hour you are awake. These are usually about what you did all day. I attempted this and did...well, I wouldn't say a good job, but I completed it. I have not yet figured out how to connect my scanner to my computer. I think I need to get a different cable or something. But when I do, I would like to post those. Please, do not expect them to be funny or even mildly amusing in any way.

Over the weekend I entered the raffle set by the fiveawesomegirls* on behalf of the Harry Potter Alliance to help Haiti. Cross your fingers so that I may be a guest Saturday on their channel!

Wow, that was a hodge-podge of a post. I hope this finds you all well and I will speak to you in a week! See you tomorrow Danica!


Kayla out!


Comic of the week: Girls with Slingshots
P.s. If you want to know what the title of this post is about, click here!

*I just thought I would let you know. My computer's spell check suggested that I replace fiveawesomegirls with 'awesomeness.' It really thinks I can't spell.

2/2 - Uh, Hey There.

I had this post planned, yeah? I was gonna say about how my favourite characters in absolutely everything are always the nerds, but they’re always the, as Georgia would say, “bad-ass kind of nerd”. And then I forgot. Now, it’s 10:12pm and I’ve got school tomorrow, plus I need to finish this episode of Lost, so I’ll wait till next week to do that. How about I tell you about some of my recent achievements?

Today, in RE, we were given our milestone assessments back, and I got 30/30. I’m not even sure whether I believe in a God or not, but this is the second time I’ve got 100% in RE...and I don’t even like the lesson.

In English, we have a sub (did I mention that last week? Meh), and she’s given me 2 merits (which we’re pretty sure is the best she gives) for both pieces of my work she’s marked. I love English, it’s always been my favourite lesson, and now I get to sit next to my best friend (or, one of them, since the other isn’t in my class), and I feel mean in saying that I don’t want my teacher to come back, because I do really like him...but I love the lessons now. The work is easy (we’re doing Macbeth, which I did last year, and since we’re only focusing on a couple of scenes I can do all the work anyway), and the lessons are a lot more fun now.

I’m listening to Lost as I watch this...I keep forgetting I’m not writing about why I love Sawyer and going to write about him. I’M SO CONFUSED, I’M SORRY THIS IS SUCH A SUCKISH POST.

Now, about bringing back the BEDFAY Book Club...anybody got any book ideas? I don’t mind whether it’s something we’ve read or not, but I think we should probably pick one. Also, can you believe it’s almost May? We’ve near known each other for a year! Insane. We should have an anniversary party! Because they’re so easy to do online and stuff.

Short post. Vair vair short post...but I paused Lost for you guys. I care so much!

I love you all and I’m super sorry >.<

-Caitlin