feeling forgotten

I literally just found out Jackie got wordpress. after wondering for months why she isn’t talking to me anymore. and now I’m upset. I feel so forgotten… and I hate it.

stress coming along

I’ve just finished my culminating project today, complete with a ten-minute speech. I’m just so glad it’s over. One presentation down, one to go. Geez, I shouldn’t be on here; I can’t do homework tomorrow because of the music banquet at school. Which reminds me… music theory test tomorrow… I’m going to die on that tomorrow because of the stupid teacher who speaks super fast and no one understands. Sigh… I guess I’ll go do that math now XP

And I stumbled across this one day while surfing around the internet and thought you guys might like to see it.

Life is like a box of crayons.

At birth, you’re given a great big box of them to share and add color to your life.
Some colors get used more than others.

Sometimes, a crayon gets broken. A Bright color gets snapped in half and tossed in the garbage can, never to be returned. Sometimes you keep coloring. Sometimes you can’t. That color was important.

Sometimes a crayon is gained, shared between two people. That colour might be just perfect, and works great! Other times it’s a different shade, but it will make do.
But, there is always one color left in the box.

Black.

It’s normally unused until death. It’s used to frame the picture. To add the final border to the coloring board of life.

Some people use it. They color onto other’s pictures with it. Sometimes their own.

They use it to scribble out portions of the picture. Sometimes the portion isn’t that important.

Sometimes it is.

Sometimes there are multiple blacks in the box when you open it for the day.. Sometimes there’s only one, or it isn’t even there.

It all depends, really.

All depends on the crayon box.

fun day

yayy I didn’t go to classes today!
or rather, I didn’t skip, but went to the London District Science Olympics. ‘Twas fun =]
Really relaxing and fun day… and I managed to get a couple pictures of the group n__n which was sorta difficult when Sujan and Christine kept disappearing -.- Ah well, I got my pictures and I had fun and we even got third place in something! which is pretty good since we had no practice at all XD In our freetime we wandered around the UWO campus and I nearly got lost. At least I had Vignesh and Gordo with me… Sujan, Christine, Marika, and Angel ditched us. I think I may continue that random scrapbook from last year. And stick the pictures in there. Especially the random asian group picture.

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memories.
reliving the
sadness
joy
tears
laughter.
everyday is a memory,
a part of life.
they can be sweet,
the ripest fruit in the garden
flowers left for you to find.
they can be ugly,
a bloodstained dagger in your hand
two friends turned enemies.
but sadness
can overwhelm them all.
drowning slowly in
nostalgia.

I’m not sad, mind you. I was just reliving a few HC moments today
when I sat on the floor of the BRHall and just remembered…

procrastinating again…

procrastinating again… and with an assignment due in two days. Bah, I’ll be fine. Anyway, I found this cool site where I can mix music and here’s a first effort. Yay I love music so much! Although this mix sucks. And the fact that it’s the dance unit in gym and everyone has to perform at the Fusion Festival (thing to show off types of art, I think) and our group has way too many people who can’t agree on anything. Sigh.

On the other hand, the weather’s really nice now so I think I’ll go outside tomorrow at lunch and play some ball.

(click the link in red letters, not the little boxes)
first mix [edited 2] by silentxshadow

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she did it again.
panicked.
and feels that
she pushed away
her closest friend.
she only hopes
that they’ll understand
whatever went
through her head
and make sense of it
because she cares
way too much
to have this friendship
disintegrate from
something as stupid as
a misunderstanding.

I’m good. I think. and I’m procrastinating, like usual.

Spring!

it’s spring!
yayyy warmer weather. I was sick of all the snow. seasons are changing =]
but with the seasons changing, time is moving. can you believe that the school year is almost over? it doesn’t feel like I’ve been at school for that long. the year has gone by so fast. first year of highschool gone in a flash. well, i can’t wait for the end of school. school ending = summer. yay! but school ending = exams. exams stink. i hate exams… i’ll probably fail the geo exam. anyway… i was bored and felt like everyone else had a spring entry so i decided to have one too. =P

…

all she really wanted
was to fit in
in this new place
that she knew absolutely
nothing about.
and finally found
that she did fit in
by being herself
in her own weird way.
it took a long time
to get there and
find where she fit
in the scheme of things.
a friend was by her
the whole way through
as she tried to figure out
where she belonged.
and she’s found her place now,
with her friends beside her.

haha so cheesy. oh well. =]

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Remember
when you said
that you could see
my eyes glow
when I was happy?
…I think that glow has
now dimmed
and is slowly
dying.

feeling really random.

Yayyy March break! =]
although I only get one week now… it’s long enough for me.
March break is one point of this post.
the other point is that tomorrow is Vignesh’s birthday! He didn’t want me to decorate his locker T.T (although I wouldn’t have gotten there earlier than him to do it) I would write a post tomorrow saying happy birthday to him or call him or something but I’m going to be in Toronto for the weekend. No, I’m not staying long enough to call or visit anyone, sorry. And also because I have no internet access for a bit, so I can’t write on his wall or send an email or anything like that, so I’m writing this post right now. I’m supposed to be packing for Toronto… oh well. We’re only there for the weekend. And I’m just going on because I’m bored out of mind.
Anyways, have a good march break everyone! (darn lucky people with two weeks)

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I sit listening
to the soft pitter-patter
of little rainbows
and wonder
what I’m going to do with my life.
it doesn’t matter
about my marks
in school right now, not yet anyway.
So let’s forget about it for now,
forget the stress,
forget the pressure and expectations.
I’ll just lie here
on my bed,
stare at the ceiling
while still listening
to the soft pitter-patter
of little rainbows.

Just something that popped into my head… right before I get my report card tomorrow and my parents get mad at my dropping marks.

Update: I actually did pretty well and my parents seem satisfied with my marks. Yay, march break isn’t ruined! (I’m so pathetic)