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!

Samatha my sweet

Oh Samantha
you are super
I would even go so far
as to say 'duper'

You are divine
I love you forever
and for all time

mostly we work side by side
but sometimes we struggle
as we are divided

Your hair is shiny
I...like it
it's almost as pretty as your hiny

we almost kissed
On New Years Eve
but I averted my face, and you missed

I love you

(I'm not in the poem-writing zone today)

get down girl, go ahead, get down. Go ahead girl, go ahead get down.

So, I need to find a name for my celebrity gossip blog...Ideas?

I made this super-awesome powerpoint, and then my computer crashed. I blame the Conservatives, Hitler, as well as Bill Gates for my crappy mark on my less-than-cool back-up plan...which was just me talking. It wasn't great OR super-awesome, it was just sad.

I work tonight. And I guess that's ok. I just wish I didn't work tomorrow morning because I'm TIRED. And I'm having a Red Eye party! That's right! The world' worst thriller movie is playing at my house tomorrow...you're all invited! And if you don't come, I'll cry forever. You can bring alcohol.

Maybe a new blog?

Should I make a celebrity news blog? I think I should.
It would be full of pictures and opinions! But I will only make one if my commentors want to see one.
??????????????

Interesting...

I met the two most evil customers ever today. One yelled at me because we weren't a super store. The other yelled at me because I briefly talked to my bagger. Apparently these are all crimes against humanity.
I'm looking forward to a confrontation about it.

Anyway! Worst day of my life. I'm feeling pretty emo, in a way only Dashboard Confessional truly understands.And Good Charlotte. And Simple Plan. They understand how I feel. I'm sure they wrote all their songs about my life.

I'm kidding.

WRITE MY SCRIPT!

I will give everyone a million hugs, kisses, and affection if they write my script about hockey for me.
It has to be ten minutes, and it just has to be hockey related. I'm drawing blanks. Give me ideas before I shoot you.

Quote and thought of the day!

Wow. This was on a reality show. Stars on Trial. I have never been more pleased...it is my new favourite show:
"I find Britney Spears guilty of getting married and having a baby. What a terrible person."
Best Quote ever said by anyone at any point in time. Hands down. No contest.

In other news, I'm still sick. Thanks for caring! I love everyone! I just drank a lot of cough syrup and shouldn't be blogging for the second time today. I'm a blog whore. I'm also a bad person.

And while we're on the topic of bad people...Stephen Harper. As I was driving into town this morning for a slurpee for my poor achy throat, I passed two Conservative signs and one Liberal sign. No NDP. So then I got really distraught and sought answers. Apparently, I am not allowed to vote for the NDP because no one is running for that party in my riding. I'm absolutely positive there is a way around this, I just haven't found it yet.
I refuse to vote Liberal or Conservative. They are not my friends this time.

(p.s: my vote isn't REALLY my vote, seeing as I'm underage and all. I'm using people's who don't know anything about politics)

You're kidding me, right? Again.

So, I booked off most of this week for holidays...and spent the entire time blowing my nose and coughing. Three days, I've been sick. And not even just a little sick. A lot sick. Holidays have been non existant. I'd rather be working than running back and forth to the bathroom every five minutes.
My stomach is in a lot of pain. My nose is running. My throat hurts. I'm sweating. I'm aching. My eyes are all runny. My vision is all blurry. My head is pounding. I feel like passing out. And I work in two hours.
Now, the obvious solution to all of this is "call in sick", but this is a next to impossible task for me. See, my job hates me. Hates me. Loathes me. Whatever you want to call it, but when I call in sick, you better believe they sit and gossip about it for long periods of time. Am I a liar? Not when it comes to my job. I need the money and the position. I'm not the kind of person who calls in because they're going to the beach. Never. I call in sick when I can't make it. Admittedly, this is often.
It's not something I can help. If I could help it, you'd think I'd turn it off because there's a possibility I'll fail grade 12 if I miss any more classes. After many doctors visists, they found the hormone imbalance that is making me ill...but they can't fix it. So I'm stuck in this constant-flu like life for the rest of my living days. They've all been given doctors notes.
But they still make me cry because they won't accept it as real.

So, I'm sorry Work. I'm not coming in today. It's better this way, really. Customers just don't appreciate a cashier who has her head over the garbage and kleenex up her nose, and is high off cough syrup and gravol. She's missed all her holidays for this, and now she'll have to miss you, and she's sorry. She promises she'll come in any time you need her on her days off.

Just don't make me come in today.

Granted, she went out last night and regreted it. Regreted a lot. Because she couldn't even watch the movie through her eyes that stopped working and she kept sneezing and coughing and feeling the need to heave. (get it? it's like need for speed...except need to..heave. I am awesome)
Never ever ever go out when you're sick. EVER.

Shoot.

Who wants to be my friend and hang out with me this week because everyone else is gone except for Kim but she works day shifts and can only see me in the evenings when she feels like it?

It wasn't the airplanes.

Dearest David,
I can assure you Laura didn't mean "yucky" in a bad way. I'm sure it was an affectionate pet name.
I wish I could have stayed longer, but Trevor was going to Mexico. Next time, next time.

Dearest Sam,
You did try to kiss me several times. I liked it. I was playing coy! Hard-to-get! It's my game plan in life. If you remember, we did kiss for real once. I will treasure that memory forever...and a day. And if I would have gone to the party, I would have made an ass of myself, too. I had more fun with you guys, because I was too out of it to feel awkward or out of place. And its not like they wanted either of us at the other party. It's because we're too school for cool.

~Love and adoration,
SARA

I saw King Kong yesterday, and if there is one lesson I learned its to never come between a monkey and his woman. Or a T-rex and it's scrawny appetizer. I mean, for goodness sakes, there's a giant monkey there, and they want to eat Naomi Watts? Go for the giant monkey, you stupid...animals! It'd be worth it.
I also want a pet giant monkey to carry me around and be my friend. We'd do each others hair and paint each others nails, and watch the sunrise/set, and...and....I don't know what else. But be assured it would be fun as well as beneficial to society to own a pet giant monkey.
I'd name him "Tiny."

Happy New Year, world.

Except the people in China...I think their New Year is different. So no happy New Year from me!