Wow

It's been a really long time since I last blogged..... and I still have nothing to say.
School is going well, we don't do much and the only class I really have to think in is Math, so hey, I have nothing to complain about.
I finished my summer job and moved on to a new one, both of them involve working with food. Other than that nothing much is happening. My poor parents are driving me around a lot. I was going to go to Italy in April and then the trip got canceled, I'll spare you the long rant I could give on that subject. Gym class is actually fun, Science is actually horribly boring. I am almost the only person in the world without an mp3 player. We got satellite this week.
Overall nothing all that exciting has happened... why am I not surprised?

Tagged

Meadow tagged me... *shakes fist* and now I have to write 6 weird little quirks about myself. There are far more than 6, but thinking of them when put on the spot is rather difficult.

1. I pick at all of my scabs, always have, it would take an insane ammount of self control and thought not to. Yet I don't scratch bug bites all that much, doesn't really make any sense.
2. Biting bugs love me, my sister won't get any bites even if she's out in the evening, and I'll have fifteen.
3. I go through fases of like food, one time I ate a whole jar of pickles by myself in 2 or 3 days, and then another in the same amount of time, and then when my mom bought a massive Costco jar, the fase was over and they are still sitting in the fridge.
4. I can't touch my toes without concentrating on it and wincing in pain.
5. I have a sick fascination with my own blisters, yet the sight of someone else's blister grosses me out.
6. I worked all day, my brain isn't working properly, I can't think of six.

I hate tagging people, tag yourself if you so choose.

I think I should boycot Global

I know, two posts in one night... but I'm bored, and they have totaly different subjects to be put in one.
I'm a Survivor watcher, I watch it every week, every season. Last night was the season finale, and all through last weeks show they had ads saying that it would be on at 9 on sunday. I was downstairs on the computer (again) and mom and dad were watching a taped bike race upstairs. Then at 8 30 I heard them hollaring that Survivor was on. What the heck. I race upstairs and see taht it is in fact on. We get mad and watch, and next commercial break, there's an ad saying - Survivor - 9 00 tonight. Gahhhh!! What's wrong with these people. It was very angering, and I think I should boycot. I missed my favorite person getting voted off... Well, that's my rant of the night. I'll jump off the soapbox now and shut up. Maybe fall asleep. mmmmmm sleep.
Me

I'm tired, give me a break and don't make me write a title

I found a survey, taggy thing, I wasn't tagged, but I wanted to do it so I'm going to. I left some of it out some of it.

Accent(s): Canadian, I used to be able to do a great british accent, but now it's going away from dissuse.
Chore I hate: Washing dishes - my feet get itchy.
Dog or Cat: Two cats, three dogs.
Essetial Electronics: computer, TV, digital camera.
Favorite perfume: 'Ahhh Spa' body spray from COTY
Gold or Silver: depends on the occasion and the type of jewlery.
Hometown: Good ol' Linden Alberta
Insomnia: not recently.
Job Title: Babysitter
Kids: Nope
Living arrangments: What can I say other than in a house?
Most admired trait: I dont know... you tell me. I love being ornary though.
Overnight hospital stays: none :P
Phobias: Spiders, bugs, being in trouble/having people mad at me.
Siblings: older sister
Time I wake up: between 8 30 and 10
Unusual talent: the British accent mentioned before, and my amazing ability to be ornary and debate anything with points I made up myself.
Vegitable I refuse to eat: Turnips
X-Rays: Teeth, but they don't count
Yummiest food I make: my Teryaki Chicken is amazing, and so is my yeast baking.

Your tagged if you want to do it.

Mor crucuses

You're probably all sick of the crocus pictures... but I just got back from Salmon Arm and there everything is bright green, the trees have leaves, and there are tulips and daffodils blooming... I needed something to remind me that it was spring here too.
The trip was great, got to play with my cousin's baby lots, visit the relatives. Good fun. But the 7 hours back with all of us overtired and moody wasn't so much fun. Kinda cool though... at the top of Roger's Pass there were two guys who asked us to take their picture.... they had binoculars, and told us to look waaaaaayyyy up on one of the mountains we could see from there, and said that they had stayed in a little cabin on that mountain. We could see the cabin, and their ski tracks all over the mountain, it was really cool.
But now I'm all depressed cause it'll be another month before it's as green here like it was there. *sigh* oh well, at least we have the crocuses.

Crocuses!

I love spring! The crocuses are here! This is the hill a 1/4 mile from my house, it's covered in purple! I took about a billion pictures, I'll put some more on later. Busy getting ready to go to BC right now.... yay! Wow, this is terrible writing form. Oh well.
Me

[insert title here]

I don't do this enough, I know. I should, but I want to write usually when something bad has happened, or when I'm mad, or sad. And I can't write that stuff here, that's the stuff I write in my pen and paper journal that no one reads (and if they tried, it isn't exactly legible). I must be a bit of a pessimist, I don't feel like writing when I'm happy, I feel like writing when I'm mad, dont' really know why. Maybe I just don't write because I feel like my life is personal, or maybe just cause people don't comment. I dont really know. But here we go.
I turned 15 last week..... for the first few days it felt so old and mature to say that, now it's just the same as being 14. I went shopping, me and my friends decided to do an experiment, we stuffed pillows under our shirts and pretended to be pregnant, then we wrote down people's reactions to young pregnant girls. I wasn't really expecting much, a look or two, but nothing much. I was wrong. We got stares, we got glares, people talked, looked back, gaped. There were 4 of us, two of us were 'pregnant' and the other two walked a ways behind us to get people's reactions. Apparently I even got called a skank. I was shocked by how hurtfull it is, I was so self-concious, it was really depressing. I was expecting it to be fun, but it was really quite sad. My friend is going to do a report on human phsyci, that was what started it. But now I know how it feels. I'll watch how I react now, cause you notice, and it hurts, I wasn't expecting that.
I'm in a really thinker-ey mood, it drives me nuts when I get this way. I'm thinking too much about everything, hates it I does.
Me

My lovely new boots!

Gah! I've been trying for about half an hour to put a picture up here, but no, everything works fine untill the last stage, and of course that won't work! So I'll have to wait for a while to get a picture on, I suppose I'll live.

Crazy Woman

I finaly have something to blog about! We went shopping yesterday, and after, we went out for Chinese food. Most of the meal was uneventfull, untill about halfway through. A high-maintenance looking woman who was done her meal was suddenly yelling at the poor waiter. She was saying very loudly so that the whole reseraunt could hear that there was a hair in her food and she wasn't paying for it. She was going on and on and on about how she didn't get halfway through it so she wasn't paying for it, and how that kind of thing can't happen, and how unnacceptable this was. All of this even though she didn't just ask for a new plate when she found the hair... no, no, she waited till the end of her meal to yell at the poor man. Now I know that if she had politely asked the waiter for a new plate when she found it, they would have given it to her, they brought us the wrong thing because of a mix-up with the orders and when we asked, they brought us the right thing whith no complaining. Anyway, back to the crazy lady. After about 5 minutes of yelling while sitting, she stood up to leave, saying that she would pay for half, the nice waiter said that that would be fine. So they get to the till, she must still be protesting, because the nice waiter gets on the phone (with a manager or security, I dont' know). As soon as he does so, she bolts out the door! The man goes running after her and we don't hear anything more untill we are done our meal. My dad seems to think that he was beating her up, that's not what happened. As we are making our way to the till, I notice that the lady is back in, still talking, but this time giving a different man (possibly a manager) a lecture on how to treat people, saying that you can't treat people like this, ya da ya da ya da. I try not to laugh my head off while Dad pays the nice people for the lovely, hair-free, meal that we had as the woman continues to protest that she won't pay, and that they can't treat her like they did (though they treated her very nicely). We get outside and burst out laughing at how incredibly spoiled this woman is and the irony about her lecture. It was quite fun actually, though I felt bad for the poor resteraunt people.
And I got the world's coolest boots as an early b-day present!!