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6.27.2009
Once upon a time, in a little town called Invermere, there lived a girl with long dark hair who dreamt of, one day, becoming a beautiful princess. That girl's name was Kate.
And she got her wish.
So much to say about Grad. This post will be long, I guarantee. I'll start typing things, and then I'll think of something else and add that, and edit, and add some more, and think of new things. This is not going to be a small post in any way.
Remember how I was talking about the titles of my posts and how I like some of them? Yeah, this is another one. 17 was the number on the table I was sitting at while attending Dinner and Prom. I was very happy when I saw that it was where we were sitting, because it has my favorite number in it (7) and it corresponded with my, at the time, future blog post to come.
The Grad Ceremonies.
Practice for the ceremonies happened on Wednesday at 3pm. It was a very boring event, hands down. We talked about what was happening, our responsibilities, etiquette (ie. don't pick your nose), how everyone was to walk in, and how the partners were to be arranged on stage. Took about 2 hours. That's when we learned our Grad Theme song and that half the grade actually didn't like it.
Half of the people who attended, because some didn't (including my partner, Beau (jerk)), ended up confused and/or didn't learn anything. The rest of us who knew what we were doing had to relay things over and over again to them. It was rather tedious and annoying.
Kris's Barbecue/Picnic/Turkey Dinner
...was a fun event. After Grad practice, we went to Kris's house for some sort of dinner thing. By 'we' I mean Me, Kim, Ben, Jenny, Christine and Karlie. Kris's relatives and family were strewn about the place, and Shelby, a previous grad whom I haven't seen for years came back to visit Kris's older sister, so we saw her as well. She's nuts.
WE::: Ate dinner on the trampoline / had a lot of pickles / ate Grad cake / received money from Kris's mom as a grad gift (felt like a doosh getting cash from a friend's parent) / went to the park, where I got hit by a Frisbee in the face, we took a lot of pictures, played Frisbee, hit some golf balls, see-sawed, kicked shoes at Ben's head and hung out in a massive group / broke some old school-church windows with a chewed-up tennis ball we found in a field / played Pictonary, well, they did, as I am too amazing and they wouldn't let me play / I took many, many pictures of them and pictures of myself, videos as well, then Karlie and Christine left, and, eventually, Jenny too.
Kris, Ben, Zoki and I laid out under the stars for a while, lounging on Kris's trampoline. We did our best to find constellations, but in the end only managed to find the Big Dipper. There were strange flashes of light that brightened the sky at periodic intervals. I couldn't see them at first, but when I concentrated I eventually saw one. We still don't know what they were. Met Kris's pet bat who lives on the telephone pole near their shed and saw my second shooting star. It was a magical time. I don't know how to describe it. We were all so close to each other, lying on that trampoline. Despite the cold, it was warm.
And then came the time that my parents were waiting for:
Grad
For cereals, this time. It was the real deal. And, phew, was it HOT IN THERE! The walk out was good, fairly exciting. As I was zigzagging around the audience, it was nice to hear what people were going to do with their lives. Oh, yeah, some kids I had no idea. Dane Peterson: Astronaut. Yeah. WHAT.THE.FUCK? It's amazing. Seamus is aspiring for global domination, Mary is playing for a women's soccer team, Jesse is going to become a god-damn-good lawyer and take all our money. Yeah, it's all fun.
I received a scholarship. ONE, but that's totally okay with me. It's for $750.00, too, so I am not complaining. Haha. Ha. Ha.
I really don't want to type more.
Damnit. Whatever.
It was really hot on stage. Like, really, really, really, really, REALLY FUCKING HOT. And I was sitting right under the lights. Nick and I were constantly remarking on the heat and how much we hated it. I really wanted to take a page from Josh's book and just take things off, but that would have been very uncool. Well, cool, but not attractive, not mature. So I endured. Lucky me.
Oh, my. So much swearing. Let's tone that down a bit. Ahem. Continuing on:
Ian and I won awards for Most Outstanding Musician, and he won like, a dozen scholarships and bursaries for being too cool for his own good.
Graduate. I have heard that word for the past year of my life. It's been said in relation to me many, many, many, many times, and yet, it never occurred to me how important that word was until Grad. The exact moment my diploma was put into my hands, it hit me hard and forcefully. I was graduating. That's when I realized and knew that, without a doubt, I had graduated. It was unreal. I can't describe how I felt. Mixed emotions.
When it came time to throw the hats, I threw mine with all my might. It went high, blending in with the hats from my peers around me, and then it fell. I couldn't find it for a while, and I enjoyed that search. It was like trying to find myself all over again, and when I did I just stood there with it in my hands and stared at the white, lattice backboard - "Grad 2009."
Wow, that is me.
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for now, that is all I'm posting. There will be more later.
I just have so much more I want to post, and this is getting in the way of that.
Check back to this post later for more on Dry Grad and Prom.
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6.25.2009
Omg!
I'm so stressing right now. Grad is in the afternoon, but i have to get everything for Nipika (Dry Grad) ready and at the school for 9am.
My life is abort. ("abortion!" lawl.)
I am really excited for this.
You have no idea.
Seriously.
I wish they didn't make the school ceremonies so fucking early in the morning.
SO MUCH STRESS! ROAR!
My fingers aren't even typing properly, they're so jittery.
I've fixed like 24 mistakes in this sentence.
And I always spell sentence with an 'a' instead of an 'e' in the middle.
Okay, I've done my business here.
It's off to the races.
Wish me luck! *crosses fingers*
p.s. there should be a post in a little while (ie. Saturday) about the awesome time I had at Kris's barbecue. keep your eyes open.
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6.23.2009
"Have you ever seen the girls who put the scintilating stiches on the boys who put the powder on the noses on the faces of the Ladies of the Cordigan Geraticus, just passing by?"
Man, I havn't had popcorn is ages. That tasted amazing.
You know what else is amazing? Our finger-painted pictures! Yeah, they rock.
I really like a few of them. Especially Ben's. *tsk* Demi. You stole it from me...>>;
REVENGE! -smart car passes by- COLUMBINE!
I like my crinkly one as well. It's an abstract representation of the colorful void of dreams and imagination.
I might just fall asleep in Ben's sweater again. Damnit. Why do they have to be so comfy?
We took some creative pictures tonight. Some of them are pretty. Demi, you must upload them ASAP, dahling. I need one for my FB picture. Changed it this morning, but it won't show. Depressing thing, that.
Tonight, we introduced Ben to the terrible world of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. His expressions were comical. Everyones' were, really. That movie is so weird. And I used that in the correct sense of the word. It was weird. No point at all to the show either. Silly little plot line, ridiculous lyrics to horrible songs. All good and fun.
Ran around in the skate park. First time being there, even though it opened sometime early last year. I want to learn parkour soooooo badly. Someone teach me, please! Jairus, I need you here.
Demi suggested asking Seamus. ... yeah, that's not going to happen. I can imagine it though, and it would be failure at it's highest point.
I tried a long time ago to do a back flip on his trampoline and never got it. Very disappointing.
Every time Ben walked in front of me, I had this urge to poke the penguin symbol on the back of his neck.
Kris had periods of silence today. Like all during dinner. I felt terrible about eating at a pizzeria. I even knew that he couldn't eat anything there. It was hiding in the back of my mind. I just never made the connection.
Grad practice tomorrow. I'm really excited. Hopefully it will go well. Hope Beau shows up.
And we get our Creative Writing Anthology books on Thursday! The people at Palissar Printer were shocked at my talents, and I hope everyone else likes it too. I'm sure it will turn out great.
I've been walking this train track for a while now. The further I walk, the harder it is to see where I'm stepping. And the track disappears with each passing step.
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6.21.2009
Liking the title for this post as well. Certain numbers make me happy, especially when they are arranged in a format like this.
I wrote all my dates like that for Bio 11 last year. They looked really cool
ie. 0ero5ive/0ero7even/0ero8eight.Kind of like counting down for liftoff.
It's Fathers' Day today. My sisters and I took Dad out for breakfast at Huckleberries. He was so happy. It was the very first time we took him out for breakfast and paid for everything.
I actually chipped in money. Felt pleased with myself somewhat.
Now we're going up to the shooting range for some target practice and fun.
I've had an urge to fire a gun lately, so this is going to be really nice.
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6.20.2009
Got this really creepy feeling when I typed out the title.
I know, "13 is an unlucky number" and all that jazz. I'm not usually one to believe in that, but it was just a off feeling.
Anyways! I have a Jones.
Kris stopped by a few minutes ago and dropped one off. Total surprise.
Made me very, very happy. <3 THANKS KRIS!
My neck hurts. I think it's from sitting at my desk for so long.
I should move around a bit.
Running out of chapstick. I need to buy some more. As well as cover-up, razors and a pit-stick.
There are so many essentials in life like that, which I wish weren't essentials. I could, potentially live without them, but life would suck.
So I shall buy some........tomorrow! Yeah, tomorrow.
Yay, Jones. Kris, you should send a picture in for the cover. And you too, Demi. Do it! Roar! Don't make me sick Shane on you.
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I did it.
The constraints have been lifted. No longer am I Elle.
It's sad, and yet exhilerating knowing that now, online, I will be known as Kate - as who I actually am - forever.
Wow.
This blog has now become my primary blog. My only blog, actually.
I will post everything here.
When I created this blog, it was mainly for the purpose of blogging my thoughts faster, and yet, it has now caused me to shed my fake identity.
It's crazy how so much can change in such a short time.
The url is also going in my MSN name, so everyone will be able to see it. @.@
I know. I've turned into an insane person.
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I like the title of this one. Not that it's much different than the other titles, but it looks more pleasing to the eye.
Watched Daniel Craig movis last night. Defiance and Quantun of Solace. My dad and I didn't even realize we had chosed two movies with him in it. In fact, we just picked some off the shelf that looked amazing and that we havn't seen before.
They were both really awesome.
Dad and I had Chinese food last night for dinner. Talked about school and buying a new jeep.
When we finished and cracked open our fortune cookies, they said:
Mine: "Over the years you will continue to gain knowledge."
Dads: "Something on 4 wheels will be a good investment in your future."
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Creepy, huh? Very cool.
I want to do something today. It's really nice outside. Not raining (for once) and hot and I'm bored and slightly cold (again) and I need people to hang out with.
Blogging on here is more fun than I anticipated...
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6.19.2009
I just scratched my leg with a safety pin. How ironic.
It's a pretty looking wound; long and wavy. Not sure how deep it is, but it's begininning to bleed a bit.
When I did it, it didn't hurt. I never felt any pain - just a strange gritty feeling, like sand under your toenails.
Finally done school today. Actually done, not just done because everyone else is.
Doesn't feel any different. ^^; It's as if I am coming back next year, even though I know that I am not.
Remind me never to dust shelves ever again, okay? That was brutal on both by back and my lungs.
*sneezes*
Demi is sitting next to me in the school Library working on Yearbook.
Oh...I should buy one...
She looks like she's...not enjoying it at all.
I'mma gonna cheer her up.
Wishes me luck!
Edit: remember when I was talking about Seamus randomly showing up all the time after school? Yeah, it happened again. <3
...
I hate my life.
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6.18.2009
Talking to Nolan again. Something is definitly wrong with me.
He managed to squeeze a grad dress picture out of me. He is now the only guy that knows what it looks like.
Been called 'sexy' 3 times today.
...
Nolan just called me 'smokin' hot'. He's probably drunk.
I think I might be leading him on a bit...flirting slightly...And I need sleep.
A LOT of sleep.
It's all very weird. >>;
edit: 11:55pm - he is now hitting on me. This is amazingly hilarious.
edit: 12am - Shane has been added to the mix. He's in love with me tonight. Wants to walk me to Central Park, NYNY.
Rock on.
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My fudgesicle doesn't taste much different than than the seafood chowder I'm eating.
Walked home with Ben today. He was wandering aimlessly and fell in beside me.
Talked about moving, Nolan and blowdart guns. I enjoy talking with Ben. It's never just a one-liner or a sentance. We actually have wholesome, lengthy conversations.
He asked for his sweater back. So I gave it to him.
So much for never letting him have it again. ;3
I stood up Nolan last night. Felt like a dooshbag about it, too. I was supposed to meet him for a walk, and seeing as it was 1am I felt like I could manage it, as my parents were sounds asleep.
Yeah, right. My dad woke up just before I opened the door. I've never taken my shoes off that fast ever. Said I was thirsty (classic) and went to bed.
Nolan was dissapointed in me, until I explained what had happened. I was pretty dissapointed in myself.
I wonder if I'll ever have a chance to walk late with him again...
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6.17.2009
I like Ben's sweater. I don't know if I'm going to give it back or not.
Doesn't smell like him anymore, which is slightly depressing. Maybe that's why I kept it, because I liked the smell...whatever the case, I'm still not going to give it back.
This Jelly Belly freezee is damn near delicious.
Should I say something to Seamus? I've gotten so many perfect moments to do so, and yet I havn't done a thing.
I want to tell him, I think...just can't. Maybe these coincidental moments we keep having together will eventually force one of us to say something.
Geh, horrible.
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Six people? Why are there only 6? "I'm one of the Oceanic 6!" Makes me extremely curious.
And it fits with the title, which makes me somewhat happy.
I like the start-up screen sound effects behind me. Kind of like JAWS, but with more timpani accompaniment.
Maybe I'll have more time to watch LOST, and therefore have enough time to actually formulate some theories. Zoki will be pleased with me.
Okay, fuck theories. I hate making theories.
Although, I do like hearing about them. Amazing.
By no means is that an unintentional "fuck you, Zoki". Thought I'd mention that.
But it could be.
That's another story. Oooohh, ahhhh!
*oddly placed laugh-track sounds*
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I slept in his hoodie last night. That was strange. And warm. And strange.
Our gathering at the beach yesterday was excellent. Still cannot believe we ate almost all that food. Pigs.
School is officially over. I know, it's odd. I have to go back today and tomorrow and...Friday, perhaps, to finish Music Comp and T.A., but I shall be done after that - completely finished.
Wicked.
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6.15.2009
Summer rain pours down.
My windowpain is cold.
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When it rains, do we stay inside?
No, we run around, drenched and buy cheescake to eat under willow trees.
How I wish these memories would stay forever.
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6.14.2009
Last day of school is the day after tomorrow?
That's a sobering thought.
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*cries*
G'night blog world. Time for some Music Composition homework.
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And it begins. The beginning.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this whole snip blog of mine.
It sounded good when I thought about it an hour ago, so I'll give it a shot.
See where it takes me.
Where the wind blows hot
Curving and dancing round me
I breathe. And then stop.