He will rock you.

I would like to take this oppourtunity to tell you all about the dream I had last night. It was probably the best and most detailed dream I've ever had in my entire life.

It all started when I went to visit a movie set in Steinbach. I was just hanging around, being all awesome and such...when all of a sudden Heath Ledger comes up and strikes up a conversation. We talked for awhile, and he told me he had no place to stay in town, so naturally I was all like "you can stay at my house!"
So Heath Ledger was living in Josh's room. And we would stay up all night swapping stories and drinking tea and watching movies and laughing. It was summer, so sometimes we went swimming in the pool in my back yard. I told him I had THE BIGGEST crush on Jake Gyllenhaal, and he laughed and promised to put in a good word for me. I told him all my secrets and dreams, and he told me all of his...we were best friends, me and Heath. I didn't have any romantic feelings for him, just friendship commitment.
But then the movie set closed. He was leaving.
I cried so much at the airport. He hugged me and promised he would see me soon. And he was gone.
I spent some empty moments doing random stuff. But then Heath called me! He told me he had asked his wife...and I could come live with them forever! So I promptly did. I moved right in. And I took care of his baby.
His wife didn't like me much, but he kept telling her what a good soul I had.
Jake Gyllenhaal brought me flowers, but I didn't see him again.
One morning, when Heath and Michelle were eating breakfast, I went out to get the paper. I met up with a man there. I proceeded to tell him everything I knew about Heath and his family, all his secrets. He was writing it down.
Needless to say, it got into the tabloids. Heath kicked me out of the house. Threw a towel over my head and sent me out into the world. Told me he never wanted to speak to me again.
I spent the rest of the dream trying to get back in to the house. But it was always locked. And he never came out.
:(

But it was a damn good dream while it lasted. I think the symbolism here is that Heath and I are soul mates. I wonder if I show up in his dreams?

And thus Canada forms the Fourth Reich.

Congratulations, Stephen Harper! I look forward to the next four years.**

I don't work for the rest of the week, baby! I'm probably the coolest person ever as a direct result. I think a person's coolnessability is completely based on whether they work or not. I base this theory upon a complex mathematical formula involving several large pieces of paper, a bowling ball, three ears of corn, a cowboy hat, a pencil, and Cillian Murphy.

Oh! And the Celebrity news blog is on it's way. I'm getting that started immediately. I expect you all to subscribe to it, marry it, make sweet and gentle love to it...etc.



**I'm actually totally lying. I just thought I'd try to be mature.

Dry or Canceled.

The parents commitee had their little meeting, and boat cruise is officially ruled out. There will be no boat cruise, but rather a dry event. There will be absolutely no alcohol allowed. Which is interesting. I thought it would go the other way. I mean, I won't be old enough to drink, and I doubt I would have even gone on boat cruise. I might not even be going to grad. It all depends. But a dry event?
Apparently, some students started a petition. The principal ripped it up in their faces, and told them if they wanted to drink...don't come to the event.

Intresting.

Snow day

Well, I got an unexpected snow day. I couldn't get my car out of the driveway. And Danie spent the night last night. We made a decision: let's not even try to call a tow truck.
SNOW DAY, baby!

Jeanette Plett

Oh Jeanette
you are so fine
you are so fine
you blow my mind
oh Jeanette
you are so yummy
I feel your warm fuzzies
in my tummy
Oh Jeanette
you always rhyme
your names are jeanette plett
it works everytime
Your nickname is plettophile
and I think it's funny
I also find amusment
in fuzzy pink slippers that are bunnies
We wear foodies
at our job
we sell lots of produce
including corn on the cob
We memorize lots of things
like sequences and codes
We've both seen a lot of things
ugly people and toads
Your hair used to be blonde
but it isn't anymore
you missed your essay deadline
your essay was due at four
I'm sorry you missed your deadline
which was at four
I'm really really sorry
of that I am sure
It's not my fault
they switched my shift
I really hope
you are not miffed
Oh Jeanette
I love you so
because we are workers
workers that are co
I love you today
I love you tomorrow
I'm sorry to say
parting is such sorrow
We're not really parting
but I did like that line
Danie thought it up
and I thought it was fine
Now it must end
I hope you like my poem
My love it does send
I am a garden gnome.
the other day, I was driving
and I hit the curb
we work at Sobeys
and we are ready to serve!

Know what I miss?

I miss fitting into nice clothes.
I miss sleeping in on Saturdays.
I miss summer.
I miss being niave.
I miss being pretty.
I miss thinking that I'm pretty, or at least could one day BE pretty.
I miss being mature for my age.
I miss spares with Kim.
I miss gossiping with Kim, when she knew who everyone was.
I miss thinking the world was fair.
I miss thinking a good movie was animated.
I miss channel surfing.
I miss being right all the time.
I miss lying and not getting caught.
I miss control.
I miss having a boy for a best friend.
I miss not knowing jealousy.
I miss believing everything my Sunday School teacher told me.
I miss having crushes.
I miss having a life.
I miss having no income, and not caring.
I miss the lack of responsibility that comes with youth.
I miss not caring.
I miss boys being icky and being able to kick them.
I miss thinking "crap" was a bad word.
I miss having people care about me.
I miss being emo and moody. (wait! I still am!)

I miss hanging out with Chad, Trevor, Marcus and Quincy.
I miss talking to Chad, Trevor, Marcus and Quincy individually.

24 hours for everyone except you.

So, I have tried going to the gym TWICE in the last two days. And both times, I wasn't allowed in. I don't understand this, especially since I had to pay over-and-above the regular monthly installment already. If I'm already paying more, shouldn't I be able to actually access the aforementioned equipment? It's a 24 hour gym!
So, I talked to them about it yesterday, and they blamed it on my card. So they gave me a new one. And that one didn't work either! I think it's just a conspiracy to keep me fat so they'll all look hotter than me.
I want to work out! I want to look hot, too! Let me in!
Gosh.
I'll try again in the morning because I want to be hot for grad.
Oh, and I must cut out all sugar. Does anyone understand how impossible that is for me? Quite impossible. But I gotta for meddddical reaaaasons, which I will NOT post about, even though I tell everyone about it anyway with my usual "the-way-I-look-is-not-my-fault" flare. But I won't bother posting it. You've probably already heard.

While we're on the subject of grad, I need a grad date. Sam, Laura, and Kim are all hott and great and I love them in all ways, but I need a boy to come with me. Yeah, I know boys are over rated, but I've got a bet going this year. And I'll probably lose, but it's worth a shot.
...I'm accepting applications, so if there are any EXREMELY attractive guys out there that you know, send them my way. Preferably if they are either rich OR famous. And also if they happen to be Cillian Murphy:



I should write him a letter and tell him its for charity. Celebrities can't resist charity. And I'd trick him into it, and it would be fantastic. He would finally realize that we are meant to be together, and we would live happily ever after.
Last year, a girl wrote a letter to Orlando Bloom and asked him to grad, and he ACCEPTED! He went to her grad! Whoa! I saw those pictures in People magazine. I would try this, but I said I wanted to invite a boy, and Orlando Bloom is only half way there, if not less. I'll bet he has more estrogen in him than I do.

Anyway, my Red Eye party is tonight. And The Producers is tomorrow. Will Ferrel in a musical just spells "delicious" to me. Once again, you all are cordially invited to this event. It will be fun!