FINALLY DONE NEWSPAPER GAH.

Kids on buses are very inappropriate. They'll harass you while you walk past their windows, throw slushies and orange rind at your wind-blown hair follicles, and shout "I want to suck your scarf. Sexy scarf"
What's more, they can't be any older than grade seven, either a disgusting reflection of their parent's child-rearing skills or way too much exposure to call of duty, rappers with such poor dental hygiene that they need gold dentures to replace their upper-eye teeth, and andy samberg.
not that andy samberg is that horrible or anything.

leafs game tomorrow!
:)

mmm i love roswell.
it's just really nice to watch after studying about our environment's fallibility!

- my grade four story about coco the toucan's expedition for self-actualization.

 Imagine you are walking along a beach with your boyfriend and he's holding onto your arm.
THEN SUDDENLY IT STARTS BLEEDING.
It's not supposed to do that right!?!.
The same thing applies to your gums.
- The Dental hygienist to me

Let's just hope that I'm not allergic to the dollarstore "Halloween Makeup" that was hanging onto its last limbs yesterday.

I was filling out this thing on adobe reader and put my computer on stand-by so that I could worship God, as custom dictates.
I buy a ten dollar loblaws chicken, exert my arms tossing a macaroni salad and go upstairs.
I clean my teenage dentures.
I push the power button on my computer and it restarts.
My three essays were not saved.
I had to write them all again from scratch.
FML!

Haha it's just really frustrating to have to piece together my jigsaw on a flimsy piece of water-permeable pulp all over again.

Ahhhhhhhh.
with grapevine fires and carpal tunnel candidacy,
Ally

i kind of want a leaf blower, like the guys at nofrills.
but there are no leaves to blow.
just dead grass.
and fecal matter.
and plant-sperm induced nasal spasmotic action!
BOO FALL.

Oh but i do get to volunteer with these really cute five year old kiddies at centennial that hug me after each lesson! One is non-verbal, but will repeat any tune that you sing to him.
I love adapted aquatics :D

Today my heart ruptured into an incalculable number of indiscrete pieces.
My left ventricle just wasn't right anymore. It didn't work.
I fear that the school doesn't have an automatic external defibrillator, because heaven knows it needs one soon and a lawsuit will follow as such.
We are pretty much goverened by love.
Mine was like a wool sweater.
Aesthetically pleasing to the optical receptors but unbearably itchy to the wearer.
I pulled it up off of me and tossed it into my lonely pile of salvation army garments.
I hope it gets an owner that loves it and wears it better than I could ever have tried to.

- Ally.

So my friend has this sort of tone-deaf paradox going for him.
Even though he is regrettably unable to differentiate between two vocal intervals,
it adds a sort of character to his singing.
It is the butter to his otherwise jagged, rough intonation of a choral voice.
And i love it :D
Hahaha and i've been listening to him sing for a good demi-hour now.

I am reeeeaally pumped for school
And instructor's for my last two godforsaken weekends has rendered me well-prepared.
I passed instructors! Haha i had the most lame  awesome lesson plans.
Harry Potter Day
1. Nimbus 2000 ourselves into water.   Equipment: Noodle
2. Make a circle, sing the motor boat song, replace it with "Flying Car"
3. Kick against the castle wall
4. Kick with aid; flutter board = wand
5. Broom Relay; F.Crawl Arm Movement   Equip: Pull Buoys
6. Recover harry's glasses; recover object  Equip: Goggles, rings
7. Waterpolo quidditch
haha, basically, the skeleton of it, without the meaty, boring intricacies
So schoool:
The French classes get to go to MONTREAL!
(Oh, how i miss you Quebec)
The councils will collaborate!
Muskoka councilorness?
....lcd monitors on the walls.
and all that jazz.

oh man i found my long lost o-town cd. yes,

did i mention that i made a pie?
it's quite beautiful! i felt like ned's apprentice.
apple and gruyère. none of that poached pear nonsense, given my lack of port for poaching

.. something to do with my hands.

haha i abhor making lesson plans. it's such a meticulous and tedious process, and we're graded on it.
ugh!
satisfactory my ass.

i'm baaaack !
and a bit nostalgic for my five week french frenzy in our neighbouring province.
it was... amazing. if i try to describe it in its entirety, my words will seem like a pseudo franglais tornado of nonsense.
i came home with a bit of Trois-Rivières in my pocket
and a bit of it on my skin, hence :
a. The "UV" tan, even though it was raining buckets every day. I guess running in the mornings with david and taking manifold hour long excursions to centre-ville et le centre commercial did something to my SPF forlorn epidermis.
b. The mosquito bite marks homologous to the chicken-pox...pocks..pustules.. same deal.. sur mes jambes et mon visage!
On the last day we sat on a large hill and watched the sun rise at 4:00 in the morning whilst malaria-harbouring insects were manging on our banana-fueled and enervated bodies.
But its okay. I'll live.
c. The bruises from jumping in through chelsea and maria's window every day.
d. my papillon tatouage that my mother made me briskly remove to avoid remarks from my grandmother

Trois-Rivières became my sort-of second home.
We'd be chased down for running around in the middle of the streets at the peak of dawn with sparklers in hand, as if weilding a life-threateningly dangerous fusillade of weaponry
We'd stay up all night and talk; falling asleep on each other most of the time with complete disregard for all the projects and tests that were set to scrunch us into tissue wontons the next day.
We'd spin our kayaks around the lake until a french man came to inform us that our my legs were too short to steer.
We would have gateau de chocolat days!
And bake cookies without baking powder days!
And boil apples for ally because she can eat them that way days!

I cut my hair, went on rollercoasters, tredged back to the cegep in the rain.
I caught a persistent cold with stalkerish tendencies, unwilling to exit me.
I made so many friends. And i'm scared that I'll never see them again, which was the hardest part about the last two days. Leaving them. Crying as the black herses came in the form of taxis to take them all away to vancouver or labrador or , y'know. They took them away from me.
I grew up there. Lightened up.  And ate crystal light ice cubes.
I learned a large number of little french expressions, and improved.
Felt like i needed to quit science, which i plan on doing.
Probably for something that I wouldn't dread each day at school.
because that is what it did to me.
and i hated it.
but i don't hate french
it's lovely
and i'm a bit nostalgic for it.

;D

1.	High School Teacher
2.	Middle School Teacher
3.	Elementary School Teacher
4.	Special Education Teacher
5.	Educational Assistant

this is my seventh time retaking the aptitude test.
such is my destiny, according to career cruising?

awright so...
First Semester:
AP Bio
Advanced Functions
Français
AP Chem.

Second Semester:
Calc
Philosophy
AP English
AP Human Geography

Whoa!
So I am kind of worried !
Its mammers teaching geo too.

"i love you from the top of every mountain
to the tip of every toe"
i thought that was a nice way to love somebody
i hope i love somebody like that some day

yesterday i was really bored and hallucinogenic and stumbled upon my dusty vault of pop!
i spent an hour learning this
ahahahahahahaha
you're
you're my number one

I painted the windows with rick for camp day!
Ironically,
1. Neither of us knew how to paint
2.  Neither of us have been to camp
3.  Our stick people looked like electroscopes
Gosh darned my unprecedented spatial sense. Haha I made one of them kind of stand up on the water. Ooops.
Anyway, look for my divine tome on the windows of tim hortons.

i have to write a speech!
I don't know what to write!
I don't want to memorize!
I will have an aneurysm just thinking about it .

and i would really like to pass nls please.

where did you get that painter in your pocket?

It's sunny, finally.
I went tree/shrub/herbaceous/botanical planting this morning and now my thighs feel like the very woody stalks that I embedded into the ground.  A lot of squatting and digging.  I felt like a little burrower. Altogether, i think I planted around 100 wildflowers without allergy medication! Rouge Park is going to look beautiful.
Oh lo and behold, a ball of ragweed followed me home and is hugging my ankle.
Going to divorce it from my (excessively soft?) skin

NLS EXAM TOMORROW NOOOOO

oh hey a dress!


If you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt.  Only more love.

so i finished baking phil's banana bread right after school and it was cooling by the time my mom arrived.
she siphoned off about 1/4 of the loaf and left all the rest for phil.
sheeeesh


and i also dreamt that jon chow ran for president of student council, then of the united states.
oh what a world that would be.