SO SO SO much has happened since I last blogged.
Um... I have to write a poem about Human Rights and Refugees etc, which is why I'm on the computer right now. ((EDIT: this is actually a really large HSN because that poem got me, like, published in a real book. what omg awlifbdjnlkgbjvnsdfliugbjvserldjk l ok))
We had a 50th Anniversary Party for my Zia Anna, but it was more like a family reunion because I saw all these cousins I hadn't seen in like, 10 years. It's rather strange to see how these people go from the timid little mice they were into hilarious/awkward beings they are now. Myself included.
Next... AH!
We had a bomb threat at our school. I'm not even kidding. A bomb threat. But it wasn't serious and the lead guy who was supposed to be making sure our school didn't go boom was mostly chilling outside with us so we decided not to worry. It was basically an extended recess. We had a rock fight. Well, more like a pebble fight, cos our teachers are WUSSES who won't buy the school flamethrowers for some reason I, personally, cannot comprehend.
Yeah, that was our day. Empty (boo) bomb threat and whipping rocks at our friends' heads. We are so mature.
And the biggest crap of all?
The real (I'm talking real people, not that fake version they keep in the hockey hall of fame) Stanley Cup came to our school! And I took pictures and touched it and OMG it was just pure Canadian magic! And to think, Sidney Crosby completely touched it in that parade on the rim. Exactly where I held it. Ah! I've touched Sidney Crosby by default! :)
He. Is. A. Canadian. God. Especially after the olympic mens hockey game, you know? Like, Canada's all...
C: Oh noess! Les Etats-Unis (yeah, I completely just said the united states in french) just tied it two-all!
SC: Don't worry guys, I got dis!
God I'm so Canadian.
Gtg. It's 3 in the morning and I have to get up at seven thirty. Four hours and thirty minutes of sleep, oh joy.
Love,
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