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In case you couldn’t tell from the title, I have no ideas for this post.

Ah, the first week of school. Filled with awkward encounters, delightful reunions and course outline papers given by your teachers. These are the days we live for as teenagers. Considering I’m a choir kid, maybe that’s just me.

Being in two choirs and a vocals class within my school, you’d imagine that I have no time to myself. That’s more than correct.

Three days a week, I have rehearsal after school.

It goes:

Monday: Jazz Choir

Tuesday: Show Choir

Wednesday: Jazz Choir

If that isn’t enough, wait. There’s more.

My Vocals teacher, Ms. Silver (We’re on a first name basis. Her name is Peggy. “Pegatron” on occasion.) has asked me to “help her this year”. As if I didn’t already have no life, this is going to take away from it even more.

The other day, she asked me to come to her office at lunch time after she caught me walking into the school in the morning. She said we had “Jazz choir things to go over.”

So, I went in at lunch (it’s hard not to, I had her class before lunch). She asked me to take down all the names of people she didn’t have email addresses from.

As I’m scribbling this down, she turns to me and says, “You can keep that.”

“What, you want me to get them for you?”

“Well, someone has to..“

She acted as if it was IMPLIED that I get them for her. So, guess what I spent MY lunch period doing?

After my little “adventure”, I went back to her room and tried to slide her the list and quickly get out of there.

“You wouldn’t mind putting them in my phone, would you?”

“…Not at all.”

So, I entered new contacts for each person, and put in their email addresses.

“Okay, Ms. I really have to get to class.”

“Wait, where’s the Jazz choir folder?”

“I’ll make one…”

And as you can imagine, I was late for my 2nd math class that week.

This should be an interesting year.

Once you’ve gone red…

So, today, I decided it was time for a change. What with school coming in a few days, I wanted to have a memorable yearbook picture.

I was planning on doing this for a few months now, but today I took the plunge. Called the salon, and made an appointment at 4:00.

Once my hair dried completely, I was VERY pleased with the outcome.

My walk home was another story.
Who knew it would cause so many double takes and honks from strangers?
Oh wait. I should have.

Well, all in all, I’m very pleased with my vibrant haircolour. :3

My son, Daniel

Though we aren’t blood related, Daniel is my one and only son.

On Facebook.

I didn’t become Daniel’s mother through conventional ways, such as birth.. or even adoption. No. Daniel, whom I’ve known for about five years now, likes to refer to me as his “mother”.

Some traits I possess may be considered “maternal” although I’d just call it being a pushover.

“Kristobell, can you throw this out for me?”
“Christianity, can I have a few bucks for coffee?”
“Kristoff, you’re such a hipster.”

These are common phrases (and nicknames) I’ve heard over the years and, because I’m such a pushover, I typically give in to his requests.

Another reason he has sarcastically called me “mom” is because I look out for him. The same way a mother would try to prevent her child from facing harm.

Hey, it’s for the best. The moment I stop nagging is the moment I stop caring.

Daniel and I have been through a lot, now that I think of it. I’ve seen the rise and fall of many of his relationships, and we’ve both had our ups and downs as well. Sometimes we’d stop talking for days because of some silly argument.

I wish we could have been closer, I don’t open up much to him, and he’s a guy. They talk to their guy friends mostly. From what I’ve gathered anyway.

Daniel and I have kept each other company in our varying “ski club” adventures. One of which, I bought him coffee while he went out for a “short” run, and he never came back. I left it on the table, and it apparently tasted terrible, so I guess that was a bonus for me.

Overall, he’s a pretty great guy. Love him with all my heart, though, he could treat me with more respect at times. He’s always been there at least, and sometimes he’ll come to me for advice. If I have something to say, he listens. Seems like he’s pretty confident in me, and thinks I can do better than to hang on and keep in contact with Justin, and I respect him for being honest all the time.

Happy now Daniel? I blogged about you.

p.s Take it from us, the movie Planet 51 kind of sucks cow nipples.

People watching, it’s a hobby.

7:00 am on a sunny Monday in August.
Heading for my first job fair experience at the exhibition grounds.

Have you ever noticed that when you’re in a public place with dark shades on, you can get away with watching people and you can easily pick up their quirks and bad habits? Not to mention scents..

Travelling on subways, busses, trains, really any form of public transit, can provide some entertainment on an early Monday morning.

Today in the lineup for the exhibition job fair, I noticed that the 19-year-old man who was previously behind me, began inching forward. I really didn’t want to start an argument, and really, what’s ONE more person? The thing with this guy was I’m pretty sure he was just lonely and wanted someone to talk to, so once he made his way in front of me in line, he began his chat with another male around his age.

Later that day (I was in that lineup for 6 hours) , I witnessed that same man picking his nose. Not only that, but after he “did the deed” he looked at it, then wiped it on his pants. Good luck with a job interview, buddy.

On my way home, after being considered for a job at Pizza Pizza on the ex fairgrounds, the GO train proved to be another interesting place for people watching.

Although they didn’t do much, I made up my own personal background stories for them.

I can only imagine what they thought of me when my selective OCD  “pet peeve” kicked in and I had to close the washroom door that kept opening on its own because some moron didn’t shut it properly.

I guess I’m not the only observant one.

The Letter (Queue Ooh’s and aah’s)

So, today I decided to do something a little different.

You know how people break up over text messages and it seems totally shallow and heartless?

Well, I didn’t do that.
I had this friend who totally abandoned me last summer to attend to the needs of his girlfriend, and his experimentation with drugs and alcohol.

THIS GUY was my best friend.

Luckily, I gained enough strength and dignity to tell him that we weren’t friends anymore and that I hadn’t appreciated how he treated me, Blah blah blah.
Over the past year, he managed to make me incredibly depressed by just seeing him in the hallway. He had:

1. Befriended someone that I hate
2. Continued with his drugs
3. Continued his relationship with his girlfriend
4. Befriended two of my other friends, and they both had a crush on him.
5. Because those friends (^^) had a crush on him, that’s all that ever came up in conversation, despite my anger towards him.

Through all this, it made it difficult to see him in the hallways at school, let alone be driving on the street and hear my mom say “LOOK, THERE’S YOUR FRIEND JUSTIN. WHY DON’T YOU TALK TO HIM ANYMORE? AJIFHIOENWEO0PRGTKOP[EAJOFDEHIOTEH!1!!!1!”

(I’ve explained my reasoning to my mother many a-time.)

So today, as Justin still tries to talk to me, I decided to hand-write a letter and bike over to his house to drop it off.
Hopefully it’ll be the end of this madness, as I do not want to speak to him. His last message to me was over Facebook and it was through a mutual friend of ours.

Really sentimental eh guys? I definitely take him seriously. Seems like he really means it.

P.s. I’m not a grudge-holder if that’s what it seems like. You would probably understand the situation more if you were in my shoes (Chucks, preferably).

Look Ma, I’m bloggin’!

I’d like to start off by saying, this isn’t my first blog. Oh no.
See, I had a blog at one point. Only, it wasn’t called a “blog” per-say. It went by the name of “My journal” and had “Do not read” written on the inside. So, I guess by creating this blog, I’m opening up a new way for people to “read my diary” except I wont be writing about typical diary-esque entry topics.

Looks like an introduction is in order, although, you can learn quite a bit about me through my twitter which is somewhere on this page. :/

Anywho, Im Kristen. Howdy, nice to meet ya’ll. I’m 16 years of age as of 20 days ago. I volunteer at the Toronto zoo because it’s pretty awesome there, and I get free admission, so that’s a plus. I have 5 cats, although they live in separate houses. My cats Ripley and Luna have the most personality and there are various reasons as to why I think they are jerks, I’ll probably explain that in other posts. My mother and Father live in separate houses, and it’s been that way since I was 6, so no, it doesn’t bother me, and no, I wont be writing angst-y posts about how I miss it and how I wish they were together. I do not miss it.

Moving on.

My personality can be summed up through words that people have used to describe me:
Sarcastic
Intimidating
Misleading
Green
Humorous
“Weirder than the weirdest weirdo I’ve ever seen” (Thank you six-year-old at zoo camp)
Interesting
Artistic
Creative
Has “cool hair”

And I guess that pretty much sums it up.
You’ll learn more about me as a blog in the future, but until then, Hasta Luego, amigos y amigas!