Highchool.

So it has been 25 days since I started school. It's good, there's ups and downs just like any other time. It's so nice to not have a group of friends already selected for you. Because in elementary school, you were either friends with the people in your grade/class or you were a loner. Even if the girls were complete BICHES ;). anyways, it's nice to be able to be in the same school as Meghan and Kirsten again. Also I have met another girl. Her name is Brittany. She's kind of wacky, but she's really nice. She's tall, blonde and she plays tackle football, which I think is kind of cool. She also plays French horn. Or at least sh is learning. The sucky thing about this week is that I seem to have gotten a cold. I reeeeally hate being sick. Well, I guess I don't know anyone that likes being sick; but that's beside the point. I'm either really cold or all sweaty and hot. Yuck. Anywho, adios. I must be elsewhere.
•aly•

Alone.

So. Since Meghan has decided to go to camp with a chick my mom used to babysit, I'm pretty much alone this week. Kirsten is packing, and I don't really like anybody that lives near me. Other than Megan Duggleby, but she lives by Harry Baily. I think, anyways. Maybe I should call her tomorrow. ANYWAYS I figured I should get the ball rolling on this blog again since it has been like a month since I have blogged and more since Meghan has. I'm also officially terrified for school to start. I suppose the fact that I had a weird dream about it last night may be a contributing factor to me nervousness. I'm sure i will do fine, especially since my two best friends are already there. Despite all the see-sawing of these pros and cons I am still very nervous. Anyways, my dream really didn't make much sense. We werent in the school gym, we were in some random place. I was 20 minutes late because I got lost in the school. Seeing as it was filled with people, I could have just asked someone for directions. But no. I have to keep looking and looking for this dang school gym. Anyways, I get there and the gym teacher, some random lady starts picking on me because I was late. She was all "oh, it looks like Alyssa has finally decided to grace us with her presence". I dream the stupidest things. Anyways, I should probably at least try to sleep. I should really get back onto my school sleeping schedule. Yuck. I'm so not excited. Goodnight!
~aly

Boredom Strikes.

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Get it?  Sword? "Boredom strikes"? 

then i made a dozen roses.

Being bored is so fun.

-Aly 

So.. Go check that out.

So I noticed my last post was published at 11:23 p.m. I think thats cool. (as in, its a sort of 1,2,3)

Good song: If I Just Lay Here by Snow Patrol. Also, I recently found these guys called The Hush Sound. Personally, I think they're good. So you should check them out.

Hmm..

I got myself a penpal. I'm lame, I know. I just want someone to talk to who doesn't actually know me, you know? Anyway, its something I've always wanted to do.

Something interesting needs to happen in this life of mine. I need more adventure. Specifically, I need to travel. Go and live life. I also need a new pair of pyjama pants.

Grooveshark. You can go listen to music, make playlists and stuff. I like it. So you could go check that out too.

I have synesthesia.. basically, I'm even more abnormal than I thought I was. Numers, letter, have color and personality. Synesthesia is interesting. Go check that out too.
For example: The dog is happy today. "The" is like a lush tropical forest, because "E" is the color of deep moss green, and "T" is a nice brown. "H" is bright orange, but the T and E fade it out, and all I see is forest colors of green and brown. "Dog" is a nice sunny day, with a bright blue D, with a white O and an orange G, and they make a happy sunny yellow. "Is" = yellow orange. "A" = bright red. "Happy" is redish brown, so sort of like a faded fence paint that was once brown and is now red. "Today" is mostly brown, with a few sprinkles of red, yellow and grey.
So anyway, thats my life. Too much color, but it makes it interesting. It also makes math harder, since I concentrate on the color and personality. For example, if the answer to a question is: 79. Sevens are so snobby and uptight, and nines are so witty and carefree. So if I have a seven beside a nice, I spend the time thinking about what a bad combination of personalities that is, and the answer will feel wrong, even if it isn't. Also, seven is brown and nine is grey, so it isn't exactly the prettiest color combination either.


.. for the longest time i thought everyone saw the world this way..

- Meghan

Edmonton

So. I'm in Edmonton - With my sister, her husband, and my adorable neice and nephew. :D
I was supposed to go up yesterday with my two aunties and my cousin, but the night before the mother said I couldn't go. The next morning, she wakes me up at 9:30 (waaaaaaayy too early for me.. I stayed up late watching Kung Fu Panda. Deece movie) Anyway, she wakes me up and tells me I actually can go. And they're leaving in 20 minutes. Well gee, thanks mom. I'm not showered. I'm not dressed. I'm not packed. You expect me to do this all in 20 minutes?!?! So I didn't go.
But today, she tells me she has this friend going up to Edmonton.. some random chick I've never met before, but I can ride up with her. It's one of my moms friends, so I'm expecting the worst: lectures on how to eat properly, or dress modestly. Maybe.....even.......a grammar lesson. *dies* (It's happened before.)
Turns out she's not so bad.. but she had a foot fetish. I took off my shoes in the car, because shoes are demon spawn, and she spazzed like crazy, swerving on the road and going "Fe-eet... sh.. sh.. shoe.. bac.. kkk. onn.. fee.. feee... tt." It took me a while to understand, but when she took her hands of the wheel and motioned wildly at my feet, I got the message.. right before we swerved off the road.
But I didn't accidentaly leave 40 dollars at a gas station this time. And no couches came flying off trucks at our windsheild this time, so that was good. Oh, and no old men mooning us at bath stations either. So all in all, it was a relatively quiet trip.

- Meghan

Why Must Everything Change So Much???

Everything is changing so fast, and i don't know what to do...i wish i could go back to grade five when no one was leaving and I was happy and life was good and I knew what was going to happen next year and that everything would be okay.  I wish we didn't fight about stupid things.  I wish my brother wasn't going to leave.  I wish you could trust everyone.... but most of all, i wish life would slow down enough for me to enjoy it more.
-Aly

Things To Do During Summer - #2

Wow. So I'm a fail. I said I would try and do it everyday.. but my first one was on monday, and this is friday :P I'm going to try and post multiples today though, to make up for my patheticness.
So. Number Two. Hmm... How about:

#2

Sparklers!

You can get them at most convenience stores. So buy them, and have fun :D

This was taken on the first day of summer.... Aah, freedom is sweet!

- Meghan

60 Things To Do During Summer - #1

Yep. I am going to start a list of things to do during summer. Is this absolutely pointless? Of course. But I do things.. and I take pictures of things I do.. so I need something to do with all these Kodak moments! Some of my things may not work if you don't live in Saskatoon, so I'll try and offer others. Also, these are in no specific order. Number One could be just as good as Number Forty-Three, and Number Ten could suck just as much as Number Fifty-Eight. So if your bored and don't know what to do (which should not be happening during the summer) just check out my awesome list! I'll try and post something new every day, but you know, life happens, and I'll probably miss a few days here and there. Now: bah, bah bah BAAAHHHHH!!!! :

#1.

Go eat an ice cream cone.

Honestly. Summer is ice cream cone heaven. Lips covered in messiness, tummy full of happiness... there really isn't anything better than a declicious ice cream cone on a hot sunny day.

If you live in Saskatoon, I would suggest the red bus downtown, or Lathey Pool. (which is out-doors)

And yeah, I know, I'm hanging out with my little brother. But in my defense, I had to hang out with him, since I was babysitting him.(our parents are gone) So we went and got ice cream :) What else are you supposed to do during summer?

- Meghan

Moi, at my (old) school

*sigh*  i can't believe it's done.

The rules of FACEBOOK

Ok.  So I am getting really pissed about these people, going and breaking these (obvious) facebook rules.  So, I shall write them down.

AHEM.

1.  Don't post more than two statuses a day.  I don't care if you're eating chicken, i care if your sister is graduating or your mom has cancer.  Really.

2.  Don't post sappy love song lyrics as your status.  Actually, just don't post them at all.  I don't give a crap.

3.  Don't post pictures or statuses of or about yourself taking shots or doing drugs.  Seriously, if you're doing that, I DON'T WANT TO SEE IT.

4.  Don't send me a gift.  Wow, you sent me a martini.  What the hell am i supposed to do with it?

5.  DO NOT, under any circumstances, EVER tell me anything tragic over facebook.  If it's going to make me very upset, I want to see you say it in person, i don't want to just be reading some text.

6.  Don't double letter.  It just makes you look like a retard.  (Sooo I weent to thaa pool yeesterday and it was so funn!!! Caan't wait to haang out next week!!!!)

7.  Learn how to spell.  I don't care if you "r going to get sum fewd brb", It's not that hard to say 'im going to go get some food, be right back."  Even "brb" and "gtg" are fine, but LOL is just retarded.  Say "Haha" .  Seriously.  If you thought something was funny and you actually laughed out loud then say "HAHAHAHA!!!"  not just "lol."  It just makes the funny person feel stupid.

8.The lolcam.  I hate it.  I don't want to see 56 pictures of you that are THE EXACT SAME THING.  get a life, preferably one where you have better things to do than take millions of pictures of yourself doing absolutely nothing.

9.  Don't try to add me if i don't know you.  I don't care how many friends I have, at least I know they're not creepers.

10.  Don't post ridiculous statuses about your boyfriend dumping you.  It really just makes you look pathetic.

There.  So if you follow these ten rules nobody will hate you (on facebook, at least)
-Aly

Rant

Teachers.
WHY?
WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY WHY???????
Seriously.  you want a 16 percent raise, and the average teachers salary is 67,000 dollars a year.  Really. That is almost 11,000 dollars.  I don't know how many teachers are even in Saskatchewan, but I'm going to say about 300,000. So 300,000x11.  That's over 3.3 BILLION dollars.  i bet you there's even more teachers than that, too.  Like, come on.  every one is bitching about roads, and the teachers are all worked up about their pay, but don't you guys want the government to put money away for when disaster strikes?  Sure, it might never strike.  But what happens if it down?  The governments going to have NO MONEY to give you when you have no home and no money and you are just living off of other people.  So now you want them to fix the roads, pay 3.3 billion dollars to the teachers and put away money for disaster?
Really.  Money doesn't just grown on trees.  And then when they need more money, they're going to raise taxs and then that will just be more people whining and crying about how much money to pay.  So shut up.
-Aly

Please tell me who that was!!!

I really hope you neve. Talk about me on here. I always worry because I think I have done something wrong. I totally agree with you on the dad thing though. Loving your dad and having a good relationship with him should make you stronger, and if it isn't, well, that's just not good.I'm speaking from experience... Whenever my dad and I do stuff together, "bond" of you will, I always feel great! Those times make me feel stronger. But then he usually goes and screws it up by hitting my dog or spazzing at me when I go to bed ten minutes late. Tell me who you're talking about!! I must know!!!
-aly

Friends, Dads and... Packing.

So, life is fairly complicated at the moment. I have two friends who've suddenly decided to become mortal enemies, and its quite annoying-confusing-hard-painful-ridiculous-pointless to keep trying to please both them. The truth is though, one of these friends are getting quite annoying. She's of the leech variety :/
Also, I just want to mention something. One of my friends also has a blog, and in one of her recent posts, she was comparing herself to "Daddy's Girls," saying that she was stronger than them. I was totally a daddy's girl. But did my dad spoil me? No. Was he incredibly strict with me? Yes. Did he constantly compliment me? No. Did he support me? Yes. I just wanted to say, that just because you love your dad and your dad that loves you, does not mean you're weak. It means, simply: You love and are loved. Not: Oh, I love my dad, so I guess that just automatically makes me some kind of weak, dependent girly-girl. Sheesh, people and their ridiculous assumptions....
Also, you don't need 24 hours to pack for a little trip. Just putting that out there.

- Meghan
P.s. - The editing job really sucks since I was lazy.

There's nothing like a needle in your arm...

Meghan- here is an update on miss drama queen. (not you) today we got our shots and leave it to Hannah to cry her eyes out about it. "I don't want to... I want to do it with my mom... I don't wanna...". Oh, cry me a river. Anna fainted and she was as white as a ghost, and she still told Hannah to get the shots. Seriously, the nurse said that the 18- month- olds only squeal a little on the more painful one. Hannah cried for 20 minutes. Seriously. That's jut sad.
-aly

Don't Worry Harry, He's Next.

 My little brother David. I don't think I've ever posted a picture of him, so there we go. He's weird, and annoying, and sometimes funny. So that pretty much sums him up.

Wazzup.
I have the Headache From Hell today, which actually really sucks, because for some strange reason I really wanted to go to school.
But at least that means I get to miss the Dancer Teacher of Doom. Wendy Wilson.... *shiver* She should be the torturer in a torture chamber, not a dance teacher.
Which reminds me. I have the Competition of Crapiness tomorrow. Not looking forward to this. I'm guessing I'll be a complete failure.
I hate highland dancing.

- Meghan

MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU.

By the way - all of the pitures are un-edited.

Tree in my neighbours yard. I just really like how the tree is naturally black against the pretty blue sky.

Tree in my frontyard. ( LOVE that color of blue! )

Apple tree in my backyard. The little ball-ish looking this are rotten apples.

Lampost :) I like lamposts.

My street. Again. I sure love that blue and pink in the sky.. nothing fancy, but pretty nonetheless.

No school tomorrow! Thank God the teachers went on strike. I don't think I could have handled going to school tomorrow. I'm so super tired and when I get tired I get grumpy... I just had a temper tantrum at my mom. Stomping my feet, screaming, and the whole bit. So I probably would've spazzed at multiple people who probably deserve it anyway. But I don't think I've had a temper tantrum since I was five...
The weird thing is, I was five ten years ago.
Because I'm 15!
I keep forgetting. Its really weird. Although half the time I still think I'm ten, so thats not really a surprise.
Soo.. my birthday was April 28th. And guess what my present from the universe was?
A dead cat.
Alas, I watched my beautiful furrball get hit by a truck and die. On my birthday. And I actually miss him a lot more than I thought I would. Which sucks, because missing something is no fun. I wish I hadn't loved him as much, because then life would be less painful.
Anyway. I'll stop being cheesy and dramatic now.
Aaaaaanndd..... I really have nothing else to say.
I delivered flyers today. As I do every Wednesday. Last Wednesday I went I took some fairly un-impressive photo's, but I liked them. So I'll post a few of those.

- Meghan
P.s. - Go watch Star Wars.

Happy birthday Meghan!!!

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday. Happy birthday tooooooo yooouuuuuuuu!
Ok, now The words "happy" and "birthday" sound mighty strange
-Aly

Hoppy Easter!

Happy Easter Meghan! Elvis is doing fine he's as feisty as ever. He bit my chin yesterday. And he keeps licking my fingers... It's so strange. It feels like someones rubbing wet sand paper on your fingers. So I got a visit from the Easter bunny this morning... It involved one pound of solid white chocolate, mini eggs and some milk chocolate eggs!!! Yum!
-Aly

Happy Easter! :)

HIGHLIGHT THE LETTERS, ITS EASIER TO READ.

Happy Easter weekend everybody! :)
I love Easter. It's so happy and pretty and innocent and happy.
So right now I'm at my sisters house, sitting in the bottom bunk of my neices bunkbed, plunking this out. And tomorrow is Easter! Hurrah :) So excited. Easter egg hunts make my life. As does goat cheese.
So yesterday, we when drove up ( we being me, David, mom, dad and my brother Adam ) we actually didn't go all the way to Edmonton. We slept at my Aunties house in Leduc, which is about an hour away from Edmonton. My auntie wasnt actually there, so we kinda just borrowed her house for the night.....
But let me just say: scariest house of life. The entire thing is filled, I mean filled with pictures and statues of Mary, Jesus, and tons upon tons upon tons of other religious statues. I mean, I don't mind a few, but really. You walk into the bathroom, sit down on the toilet, and the entire host of heaven is in there, watching you pee. Awkward? I think so.
So then when we got to LeeAnn's, my long-lost sister was there, who I haven't seen in, oh, who knows, two years?
And I say long-lost because I didn't even know I had another sister until I was 9 years old. Do you know how weird that is? Being sat down on the couch, and being told that your mom gave up your sister for adoption when she was born. Having a sister you never even knew about.
Not like anyone cares........................................................ ( BitchFriend )
So anyways.
Tonight, I got to do one of the things I've always wanted to do. Be a photographer! My bother in-law, Brian, is a proffessional photographer, and tonight he had a job. ( a couple renewing their vows ) So he know I'm into photography, and he invited me along as his helper. So I gotta dress up all fancy and play photographer. So fun. I have to say, the best part is when I thought I was alone in a room, and I was striking a bunch of retarted poses in the mirror to amuse myself. Then I look to my side, and some hot guy about my age is sitting on a couch, staring at me. I s'pose thats what I get for being retarted...

- Meghan

Waffles Continued

I realize now that i could have just edited "waffles" and finished it, but what's done is done.
3.The building.  Our building is SO TINY.  Like we're talking microscopic.
2.  The boys.  There are absolutely NO adequate boys in our school.  None.  Zero. Nada.  Zip.  *SIGH*  Maybe that's why all the girls are so irritable.
and finally...
1.  The drama.  This one I could write forever about.  Our grade eight class is so annoying, stupid and dramatic that 13 people left our grade.  Some including...
Mia "ILUGirllyyy" Scrivener
Kailan "Fraz" Fraizer
Demikia "DIDI" Unrau
Connor "Keegan G. Grant" McCollough
Chris Star-Horse (I had a major infatuation with him in the first grade.  Seriously, I would fantasize us riding on his motorcycle with my hair whipping in the wind.  You know, little kid stuff.)
Yes.  I know.  It's sad, there's only 6 people left in my grade.
BUT DID YOU SEE WHAT I WROTE???  DID YOU SEE THEIR NAMES????? "ILUGIRLLYYY", "FRAZ", "DIDI"* and "KEEGAN G. GRANT?"**!!!!!!!!  OUR SCHOOL TOTALLY SCREWED THEM UP!!!
oh my.  hopefully i don't become as screwed up as these ones.
-Aly
*What the hell kind of a name is "Didi"?  Or even Demikia? 
**To be honest, he was screwed up when he got to our school.  I don't think we had anything to do with him being so strange.

Waffles

So I'm actually pretty happy right now. TOmorrow morning; my dad is going to make Kirsten and I waffles. And my dad makes Darn good waffles.
I suppose it's Saturday, so we are having company over for Easter.
So today I have decided to go back to the true meaning of this blog and do s top 10 reasons why...so here goes.
Top ten reasons why elementary school needs o end quickly.
10. It's totally not challenging anymore. I mean, when you get 100% on your test in one of your worst subjects, you know it's really not doing anything for you.
9. The people. Mainly Austin, but also Anna and Hannah. I'm so tired of little miss prissy pants always getting exactly what she wants.
8. Teachers. Nuff said.
7. The homework. The homework tha they give us does absolutely NOTHING for my life.
6. The rules. I understand why there has to be rules; but no peanut butter? No tank tops? No real shorts? Gosh.
5. The time. I don't have time for all this stupid carp. Give me the work and I can fknish It all in less than 2 hours.
4.it's not highschol. Once again, nuff said.
To be continued…
Soon.
-aly

Chillin.

And horseback riding tomorrow!!! I'm so pumped!!!!!!!!!
-Aly

Who was that? Who was that? Who was that?

Who was that?? Who is this "bitchfriend" we speak of? I hope it isn't kirsten.... And I know it wasn't me. BUT GUESS WHAT???????? IGOTMYFREAKINGGRADDRESSTODAY!!!!!!!!!!! And I'm totally writing this entire post on me freaking iPod! And I'm so pumped! Meghan has my birthday present!!!! Yay!!!! I figured out that you can just use the safari app and search blogger, and you can post! So Meghan, you must come over and see me wonderful dress!
-aly

Highland Dancing, Sexy Hair, and Human Emotions

 BEFORE YOU READ: Highlight the letters and its easier to read.

The picture. What my hair looks like after being in a bun all day for competition.

So I'm officially a practicing highland dancer! I practiced two times this week! TWO TIMES!
 Now, I know two times is practically nothing, but the fact that I got off my lazy butt and actually practiced is amazing. I don't think I've practiced more than 10 times in my entire 11-year highland dancing career. And I have a practice record and everything! Three times a week, 40-60 minutes. Aah, I feel so responsible...
I remember this one time I was called up on stage at one of our performances for getting a good placing in our Provincial competition. Wendy ( dance teacher supreem - source of all my hatred ) was making a speech about how all us dancers put in hundreds upon hundreds of hours in the studio, hundreds upon hundreds of hours practicing.... and when she got to the practicing part, Danae blurted out from behind the curtain, "Meghan doesn't practice!" It was beautiful. And true. So I'm changing it. Three times a week. 40-60 minutes. Sheesh...
Anyways, so the other day, I took the wrong bus. Ended up downtown. Walked for three hours to get to my school. In the craaaaaaazy wing.
Now, let me clarify.
THREE.
HOURS.
WALKING.
IN.
WIND.
COLD.
PAIN.
When I got to the school, I couldn't open my lock because my hands were shaking too violently. Now, you think this would be a cause for someone to feel sorry for me. Offer me a little pity, maybe. But nooooo. I told the story to my BitchFriend, and she barely says anything except for "Oh. That sucks. Wanna walk to Timmies for lunch?"
I swear all my internal organs exploded. I felt like screaming at her and punching her in the face and telling her to be a better friend. I was in so much pain from that walk, and the prospect of returning to that wind, honest to God, brought tears to my eyes. Because I was so. friggin. tired.
And I went to Timmies with BitchFriend.
Even after another friend of mine gave her an awesome rant, she still wanted to go. Does she even have human emotions?!?!?!?!!?
I went because I knew if I said no she would wine and sulk and complain the rest of the lunch hour. Aaarrrguuumurrrg.

- Meghan

Orange Shoes

Yes, Kirsten has wrath :P
And swears are just words. They're just more expressive..
I've added the word infatuated into my vocabulary. Doesn't mean I'm a changed person.
Besides, you're the one being a painfully stereotypical teenager and wanting to go do average teenage things such as the estranged species of "chilling at the mall."
And on a happier note, I wore bright orange shoes today! Then I went to the dentist, and he complemented me on them. It appears my dentist is gay.
"Ooh, girl, I like your shoes!"
So that was pretty awesome.

- Meghan

RESIST THE TIMMIES?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!

WHY?!?!?!?!
TIMMIES IS HEAVEN!  SO THEY ADDED ICE CREAM TO THEIR MENU IN ONE STORE!!! THAT JUST MAKES THEM MORE UNIQUE!
*sigh*
*SIGHSIGHSIGHSIGHSIGHSIGHSIGHSIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHHH*
-Aly

Meghan's Potty Mouth

Have you noticed this?  HAVE YOU NOTICED THIS??????
Meghan has a potty mouth. 
BAD MEGHAN!
BAD!
NO!
NO MORE!
I hate when people swear in front of me... all the time.  Once in a while i don't care.  A lot.
Don't change Meghan! You are awesome with a.... what is the opposite of swearer-er? A non swearer-er.
Please?
-Aly

Reserved

Do you know what just really, really sucks?
I have to get up tomorrow morning and go work out.  how poopy is that?
I reserved a cupcake.  For Meghan.  She better eat it and savour it right.  I guess that means i should really save one for Kirsten too....  or she might be unhappy.  And I do not wish to feel the wrath of Kirsten.. (Does Kirsten even have a wrath?)
Im excited for Sucker Punch tomorrow.... which is almost today, and I should really go.
Addio per ora, i miei amici.
-Aly

Planes, Brothers, Cats

So there was this plane crash in Saskatoon. Everyone's talking about it.
This will probably go down in history for being the strangest thing to ever go down in Saskatoon. I mean, I'm assuming it's pretty unusual for planes to crash in the middle of the street.
The news will have a field day. A.k.a. so will my dad.
Speaking of my dad, I've being laying in the middle of the floor for the past two hours listening to his U2 c.d.'s
I've decided I really, really like them.
I had a pretty awesome day today.
And then my brother posted on Facebook how he was so pumped to be moving to Edmonton. Thankyou, brother, for being thrilled at the prospect of leaving your family for a new job.
I hope I die before him. Then he'll regret it. Fat chance of that though. He's 15 years older than me.
I don't see him enough already, and he lives two blocks down. Now I'll never see him...
I'm going to grow up a stranger of my own brother.
I kind of wish I was a cat sometimes.
Speaking of cats, I got one. I don't know if I ever mentioned that. But I did, and he's a real cutey. He has a personality too, which is good.

- Meghan

Tim Hortons Has Succumbed To Normalicy

My cat ripped apart the pom-pom on my hat today. I loved that hat more than life. I took a picture of the crime scene, and I refuse to scratch his belly any more. But I slipped him some fish from the table, and ten minutes later he threw it all up. Ungrateful fool.
So tomorrow is April Fools Day! hehehehe..... beware family. I've always been a devoted April Fool-er, and this year is no different. I'm waking up at 5:30 to accomplish everything I have to do - I wrote out a long list and everything. All the supplies are in my room, ready to be un-leashed for their life's purpose tomorrow morning. I've already done a few things tonight:
- tied all of Davids shirts together
- exchanged all of dads dress shirts and dress pants for Davids
- I got David to exchange dads underwear for his
So dad is gonna have a lot of small clothing tomorrow!
I have the camera battery all charged up for the surprised faces of my unlucky victims. Oh, how I love whoever thought up April Fools Day....
And how I hate whoever thought up Cold Stone Creamery.
Tim Hortons has added a new franchise to their company: this disgustingly delicious looking ice cream shop.
This is vile! Disgusting! An outrage!
I've loved Tim Hortons all my life because of two things: Donuts. And the fact that they were un-franchised, un-commercialized, un-glorified. They were Timmies. They were Canada's thing. They were the start to every vacation, they were the pick-me-up to sluggish days.
But now all they want to do is sell more. More stores, more money. More things. They've completely turned around their "loving, friendly" atmosphere into just another goddamn overpriced overglorified overproduced food chain. The Tim Hortons of my childhood is gone...
I refuse to ever buy anything there ever again. I can't believe Timmies has succumbed to society's overproducing ways.
And my brother is forcing my sister-in-law and their kids to move to Edmonton with them. Now I can't watch my nephew and niece grow up. I was going to take him to his football, help him learn to ride a bike... I was going to take her out for ice cream and buy her a pretty dress... now I'll see them every five months and they won't know who the fuck I am.
:8(

- Meghan
P.s. - resist the timmies.

Bread-Nappers?

Them bread nappers.  Whatcha gonna do with them?
Im planning on writing a book.  What do you think?
I think her best friend is going to be just like you.
She is going to have some kind of disease.  The main character, not your character.  Anyways, what do you think that your character's name should be? Do you still love the name Lola? p.s. Her name will not be Lola.
I have to think of a disease too.
I better go do that.
-Aly

Bread and Pain

 BEFORE YOU READ THIS:
P.s. - If you highlight the words, it's easier to read. Sorry about the whole jelly bean thing. It's hard to find a good color to use as writing, because the jelly beans are quite colorful. I don't even like jelly beans all that much. They're just pretty.


I honestly can not move. I'm curled up in a ball right now, pathetically pumping out about a letter every three seconds with my index finger.
I tried walking down the stairs, but my legs gave out halfway through. I then gracefully proceeded to slide down on my butt. I crawled to my room, and laid on the ground for about 20 minutes, having a pitty party for myself. I'm gross and sweaty and I smell like Moise after too much gym, but I can't take a shower because I can't stand up.
And oh joy of joys, I have a history test to study for. The fact that the class is in french isn't exactly doing wonders for my grade either.
There are random relative in my house right now. I have no idea who they are, but they're hogging the bread. That's a good enough reason for me to hate them. They came at 2:00 in the morning, and I left for school before I saw them. But they ate all the bread. Shameless fools.
Well actually, I do know who they are. They're my great-aunties kids, who came to visit my great-aunties nephew, who is in the hospital with my great-aunties son, who oddly enough married my dad's second cousin's nephew. God, I hate my family. Too big. Too confusing. Too many bread-napping qualities. I don't even have all the names of my aunties and uncles down....

- In Severe, Deadly Pain ~ Meghan

Soft and silky as Death Eating Calculators.

Lunch Time is Death Eating Calculators time.
Thats right.
I found this amazing site, called www.sloganmaker.com
Like if you type in "Voldemort" here are a few good examples.
Voldemort never sleeps.
There is no life without Voldemort.
 Pure Voldemort, Pure Power
It's wonderful, it's Voldemort.
Isn't this great?
Or you could put in something purely ridiculous, such as Puppy farts and get...
All you need is Puppy Farts.
Puppy Farts make the world go round.
Puppy Farts - Its finger lickin' good.
Sunny, magic, Puppy Farts.
In the words of Austin McAusland- I kid you not.
This is the real deal my friends.
Or, in my case, FRIEND because meghan is the only one who will see this.
Adios, senorita.  I must leave to watch Hawaii Five-0.
-Aly

Cheese Nuggets!

I have homework tonight.
and I also want to have a bath.
and my dad made me steak for supper. and baked potatoes.
and corn.
And it was GOOOOOOOOD.
And i miss my mommy
and i have to make her a present
and I want it to be something cool
And i really really really really really really really really really really really really really REALLY REALLY don't want to go to school tomorrow.
School Sucks
I'm smart, i don't need it.
I know simple fractions, all i need is a building to have as my bakery.
Do you think i could buy a bakery with 250$?
I dont think so.
*sigh*
Life sucks sometimes, man.
-Aly

P.S.

If you highlight the text it is much easier to read.
-Aly

NEWS FLASH

Not really, I'm just kidding.
Here is a letter I wrote to Meghan.
AHEM.
     Dear Meghan,
I sincerely hope that i was not one of those friends that were making you angry.  I also hope that you are feeling better.
I hope the Lollipop helped, and if it did, then I shall buy you candy more often. 
We must always bond by playing Mario Party 7 at my house and high-fiving when we do something awesome.  Well, we always do awesome things, because, well, let's face it, we are just plain ol' awesome. ( Not to brag or anything)
You may not steal my rain boots and eat all my cookies, even if i refuse to attend your talent show. Which, by the way, i was planning to go to since I saw your comment.  It sincerely made me chuckle.
On your birthday I shall maketh thee cupcakes.
Some day you shall come over and paint with me, I have a large canvas that we should paint on together.
L-Y-I-N-G is how you spell lying
You may come over and make obstacle courses and shred paper and play darts and chill at my house whenever.
As long as I'm home.  And I invite you.  But you're pretty much always Invited.
You are pretty much almost always invited to supper, seeing as we don't have company or we are clebrating a very special event i.e Birthday, Graduation or stuff like that.
Yours Truly,
Aly

Granny Dino's

I swear, this picture gets me every time. I love Aly's face. She looks like an old granny dinosaur that forgot her false teeth in the jar.
And for any randoms that chance upon this blog, I'm the one on the left, and Aly's the granny dinosaur on the right.
P.s. - My edits are usually better then this. I was experimenting with the pixelator. xD

- Meghan

Coffee House

So I danced in coffee house today. Danced: as in highland dancing. Aly came, which was nice. I mean, I threatened her, and then she came, but whatever.
So Jeff ( Aly's big brother ) piped on the bagpipes for me and my dancing buddy Angela, and we danced. Then we danced off stage and Jeff did his own thing, which was actually pretty sweet.
My friend Jenna was there too, which was nice.
And then at the end, the scary big kids forced us on to the stage to sing Don't Stop Believing... it was scary...
Well, I don't really have much else to say. Only that I'm surprised in myself. A year ago, I would've fainted just audition for Coffee House, never mind dancing! Actually, I felt like running away. I hid in the bathroom for most of the time. :P
My self-confidence needs some work. I'm becoming waaaayy too familiar with the bathroom. Its actually quite pathetic.
Anyway.
Night-night.

- Meghan

So today, I had a request for a post. That's never happened before, largely due to the fact that no one's ever known about this blog before.
The Requester: Sam Stinn - alias, Ciborg Genius
Soo.. yeah. I guess I'm supposed to write about Sam.
Hm.
Well, she has a boyfriend. His name is Nick, he has a broken arm, he pee's on streets and eats a lot. 
Sam has red hair. She decrees that one day red heads will take over the world. I disagree.
She's funny and slightly weird and pretty. For some strange reason she considers 80% a failure. I consider 80% a celebration. Well, for math that is.
She obviously has stellar choice in friends, and she has good choice in shoes, too. ( Doctor Seuss shoes! xD )
She plays like, god knows how many instruments. ( Piano, saxophone, violin, ect... ) She was kind enough to introduce me to the fantabulous word "Airhead."
We've had a lot of good times, along with Kara and Mackenzie, two other awesome people.
Yet there is one tiny, yet important thing I absolutely hate about her.
TEACHER FAVORATISM! grrrrrrr..........
So she gets 97% on a test, then "fails," and gets 84%. But instead of adding those two together, the teacher just drops the 84%, saying its her "little gift to her students."
I could go on, but I have to go eat......
Chow. ( Ciao ? )

- Meghan

I Ususally Abhore Dramatic Shpeels

Well, I haven't posted in a pathetically ridiculous amount of time.
So. My life sucks.
Well, not really. Parts of it are averagely good.
But then there's math
And retarted friends
and..............flooding basements. Yeehaw.
Also, Demon Dance Teachers From Hell With Expectations. I don't care if I have talent. I want to sleep for once. And get a higher mark on a math test so my ciborg genius friend can stop bothering me...
Oh yeah. I got a cat. Full name: Elvis the Terminater, E.T. for short. Because David (little brother ) loves the movie E.T.
He has this friend, Reid. Reid is short and blonde and crazy and funny and possibly Davids clone. Minus the funny. Anyway, they have this stuffed E.T. thing from the movie. Whenever Reid comes over, they head down to the basement, throw E.T. into some obscure unknown corner, turn all the lights off, and search for E.T. When they find him, they scream bloody murder and run upstairs. But the fun thing about this is that whenever the lights go off, I am already in the closet, hiding. I swear they screamed so high that only a dog could of heared. And David had nightmares about me for two months after. I have no idea how Reid fared.

I think it's funny when British people say bloody hell.

Ten Things People Would Just Be Better Off Without:
10. Gossip. Honestly. Just give it up. Does it help anyone? Does it help you? No. Now shut up. I'm trying to eat my sandwich. I don't care if her shoes are overely sparkly.
9. Complaining. I don't care. I have to do it too. Now shuttup.
8. COD obsessed males. Try sitting in math class every day hearing ME talk about mani's and pedi's and hair. So shut the fuck up.
7. High Pitched Whiny Voices. Nobody's taking you seriously, you don't sound hot, cute, or sexy, so just stop, and resume your normal God-given voice.
6. Granny Panties. No mom, my butt isn't a size 14, thankyou very much.
5. Umm... hmm. Peanut Butter. That foul concoction is the very essence of hell itself, risen straight from the pits of Doom.
4. Braggers. You know, I can honestly be genuinely happy for you. And when I hear it for the 50372759837th time, expecially when you compare me to whatever you did better than me, your nose can be genuinely bloody.
3. Math.... just math.....
2. Lieing. ( how the fuck do you spell lieing???? ) The truth will set you free. Supposedly. So.. stick with cheesy quotes. The truth probably does work out better in the end. Sometimes. Lieing is handy, though. so I'll be hypocritical and not follow this all the time.
1. Natural Disasters. 'Nuff said.
( Also, as a side note, Justin Beiber could be an optinonal replacement with lieing, if need be )

Well, I had a shitty-ass day, with some shitty-ass friends ( not ALL of them, just claryfiying )
The funny thing is, no one would ever be able to tell. Smile, right?

I just wish I could be living in an apartement, living off of pancake mix, grilled cheese and KD, dancing with the blinds shut to whatever beautiful I feel like.
Oh, and I'm usually not this dramatic. I find it overly cliche.

- Meghan

Top 10 reasons why Canada is Awesome

10. Sorry America, you have NO cultural diversity
9.  Awesome athletes
8.  Largest country in the world (besides Russia, which doesn't count because Canada is like 7 times better than Russia.  Actually, lets make that 9.)
7.  Niagara Falls
6.  Best views in the WORLD
5.Celine freaking Dion!!!!
4.  America is chubbier than Canada
3.  Canada doesn't enjoy war like Americans
2.  Canadians are almost always nice, hospitable and peaceful
1.  Maple Syrup.  Yeah.  That's right.

Sadly... Canada has one terrible, awful flaw.
And his name is.......
Justin Bieber.
-Aly

Meghan needs to BLOG MORE!!!

Nuff said.
-Aly