It’s (was) Canada day, Eh?

It was Canada Day on July first. You’d be surprised how many people don’t know what Canada day is, lol. A bunch of friends and myself spent the whole day downtown and it was so very crowded. We were very into it this year as we ran around with matching outfits. The girls all wore red shorts and a white tank top with the word “Eh?” written on it in red (If you don’t know what “eh” is, it’s just a stereotype for Canadians) and the guys all wore huge Canada flags tied around their necks like capes along with whatever else they could scrounge. Good times.
 
Yesterday, I spent the whole day at Allie & Ale’s pool with all our friends. I was still in my clothes when Danny picked Brooke and I up and tossed us in. Oh, we got our revenge :D

These next two weeks, I will be getting up early in the morning and spending my days as a camp councilor, chasing after 8 and 9 year olds. Joy.

And that concludes todays post :)

Just pics :)

School is over! Yay! So I’ve gone from being completely busy to having nothing to do and having absolutely nothing to post about. Picture post? … I think so.

“get the damn dress”

Okay, okay, I’ll admit it. I’ve been neglecting my blog. It’s just because I’m so busy. School ends this Friday, thank god and tonight is the triplets’ grade 8 graduation. Remember when I wrote about Kara not wanting to shop for dresses? Well I forced her to go shopping with Chloe and I. It was hard enough to just get her into the car and we ended up finding one all thanks to moi. It’s a simple sun dress with white, yellow, blue, pink and green flowers on it. It’s really cute, I love it.

While Kara was trying on the dress:

Me: So, do yeah like it?
Kara: (grumpy) No.
Me: Do you wanna get it?
Kara: … Yeah.
Me: So you do like it?
Kara: No!
Chloe: You do like it, you just don’t wanna admit it.
Kara: I don’t like it.
Me: You hate then?
Kara: … I don’t like it.
Me: Then we won’t get it. We’ll keep shopping until we do find something you like.
Kara: .. fine..
Chloe: For god sakes, you love it, I can tell through our twin telepathy. Get the damn dress.

Well put Chloe. We got the “damn” dress. Kara was just being her usually self; stubborn as ever. And btw, they don’t have twin telepathy. They just tell people they do to freak them out.

I feel as if I have power.

First period had just ended and Alyssa and I were the last ones left in the class. We started up a conversation with Mrs. Vegga, our english teacher about the movie Get Him To The Greek when Mr. Kelly walked in the room. “I’m heading over to Starbucks, want anything?” was what he said to Mrs. Vegga. When she declined, I told Mr. Kelly that I would love a grande Mocha Frappuccino with extra whip. Alyssa then added that she’d love a grande Vanilla Bean Frappuccino with a blueberry muffin.

Thinking nothing of it, we headed to our second period class. Within the next half-hour, Mr. Kelly returned with our drinks including Alyssa’s muffin.

My new favourite teacher? I think so.

A real update.

Haven’t had a real update in a little bit because I’m still insanely busy. I have a dance competition on the coming Saturday. We had a long, and I mean long rehearsal yesterday. It started at 2 and we didn’t finish until 9:30 ish. That’s cuz we suck like shit. We all need to be back for another rehearsal today for 11:30 which I have to take off work for. I was supposed to start work at 1. Only god knows how long this one will last. My body is exhausted. I just wanna lay down and die. fgdfdsdfhb.

The triplets are graduating grade 8 in a little over a week. Chloe has a dress already but Kara doesn’t. She absolutely hates getting dressed up so she’s been very difficult during the whole process of finding her a dress or skirt. My mom has tried taking her shopping plenty of times, so has Ashley, so has Laura and now it’s my turn. It’s just NO NO NO to everything. Kara be prepared because tomorrow night we are going dress shopping whether you like it or not and we will NOT be coming home until we find one. Understood?

Erin slept over Friday night. We both woke up early in the morning wide awake and sleepless. Erin was begging me to see Get Him To The Greek with her. I couldn’t because I had the dance rehearsal. She suggested going to one of the morning shows. We ended up going to the 10:05 am show and NOBODY was in the theater.. so we had fun with it. Erin sat at the very top and I sat in the very bottom row and worked my way up switching seats throughout the movie. We had races during commercials; jumping over all the rows of seats and seeing who could make it to the bottom first. We even played tag for a bit. The movie was hilarious. I think I’ma see that one again.

This made me cry ;)

Somehow I clicked on a link that brought me to a video of a dad who was in Iraq for a year, surprising his 9-year-old daughter at school. I literally bawled my eyes out after watching THIS video several times over again.

I’ve spent the last little while watching other videos similar to this one and they’ve made me realize how lucky I am to have my dad/mom around.

I think I’m gonna go watch it again :)

Some rude people in this world…

Laura and I went to Subway (yum) today and as we got out of the car, we noticed a women on some form of crutches who was struggling to get up the couple of steps. She couldn’t raise her crippled leg high enough to make the stairs so she politely asked a man passing by on his cell phone if she could have some help. He rudely replied “Can you not see I’m on the phone?” and walked away.

Personally, I think that’s a very rude thing to say to someone who was simply asking for help. We went ahead and helped her up the stairs. She thanked us and offered to buy us some Subway but we no.

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I found this clip on a tumblr site and I think it’s truly inspiring; had me in tears so I encourage you to click HERE and watch. I believe its message is something we all need to hear.

glee.

glee season finale tonight at 9. anyone watching?

Never Underestimate Automatic Sliding Doors.

Sorry I haven’t posted for a few days. I’ve been extremely busy studying as it was finals week last week. Eh, I didn’t do as well as I thought I would. It was Brookie’s birthday on the first of June then my older brother celebrated his birthday on the third. Happy birthday to you guys. I’ve also been very busy with dance; some performances and a competition coming up meaning lots and lots of rehearsals. And I still have to work too. I’ve barely spent any time with my friends or even my boyfriend. Tomorrow I have absolutely nothing planned so I’m spending the entire day with Dev :) Just me and him.

My mom made me go to the grocery store to pick up a few things on Wednesday night. I really didn’t want to go because I was tired, I had to study and I felt like she was being unreasonable so I forced Chloe to come with me just to piss her off. I do that a lot. If I am mad about something, I’ll sometimes make someone else (one of my siblings) mad too just to somewhat satisfy myself. Yes guys, I am that much of a bitch.
 
Because I was in a rush to get into the grocery store and get out, I was moving quickly. I walked straight into the automatic sliding doors. So, I’ve learnt my lesson. Never underestimate those doors. Just because they’re automatic doesn’t mean they’ll open for you at the right moment.

I now have a bump on my forehead. Looks great.

Laura really did hit me!

I’ve been noticing that whenever someone leaves a comment on a post of mine, that post will sometimes automatically be erased. It happened with two older posts and the one that I previously wrote yesterday. This. Is. Annoying.

I have another baby story for ya :D! Okay so, when I was 3 and Laura was 4, we were colouring at the kitchen table. I went to get off my chair to get something when I tripped and fell. I started crying and ran to mommy who was in the living room. I told her that Laura hurt me so my mom went to give Laura shit for it. When she did, Laura denied it saying she never touched me, which was true. Now I had a history of blaming everything on my siblings especially on Laura.

My mom believed her and put me in timeout. While I was standing in timeout and my mom was out of view, Laura came and hit me twice. When I told my mom what had happened, Laura denied it and of course, my mom didn’t believe me and I was in timeout again for “lying”.

After my mom finished telling us this story at dinner a few nights ago, Laura admitted that she did hit me the second time. Did I get an apology from my mother for putting me in timeout again for lying? Nope.