Fashion
Do you wear a watch?: If I can find it, yeah.
How many coats and jackets do you own?: Three winter coats, a fall jacket and a light spring one. Five, hah.
Favorite pants/skirt color?: Blue, in denim. Or khaki.
Most expensive item of clothing?: I get all my clothes in the mall or Wal-Mart so...maybe a $45 hoodie? I have no idea.
Most treasured?: Wal-Mart rainbow-striped shirt, beige UBL shirt, UB hoodie, red hoodie, navy cords, new jeans and Old Navy undie set.
What kind of shoes do you wear?: My brown traditional school shoes that I can kick around just about anywhere or my mom's Converse-y sneaks.
Describe your style in one word: Me. I guess. Or ghetto.

Your friends
Do your friends 'know' you?: Yeah, most of them. I'm a really open person and love to talk about anything so they generally get to know me in a hour or two, heh.
What do they tend to be like?: Crackheads, hilarious and fun. Just all around different but all really boss.
Are there traits in you that are universally liked?: Um, Aimée once said "Your Laurie, a crackhead, your funny, funny to laugh at" ;D
How many people do you tell everything to?: Almost all my friends, if I'm feeling talkative.
How many people tell you everything?: Almost all of my friends.

Love
Are you in a relationship right now?: No.
Rate it on a scale from 1-10: Non-existent.
How 'far' have you been?: --
What song reminds you of your special someone?: The Ataris - "Your Boyfriend Sucks" (replace all the he's and him's with she's and her's, lol)
Have you ever loved a person so much that it hurt?: I don't know what love is.
How many people do you say 'i love you' to on a daily basis?: Two.
Have you ever cheated on your significant other?: No.
If not, would you ever if given the chance with the guy/girl of your dreams?: Yes, even though I'm against cheating.

Music/TV/Film/Books
Favorite band ever?: Couldn't say. Deftones probably. All depends on my mood.
Most listened to bands: Deftones, Matthew Good Band, Sloan, Michael Jackson, Linkin Park.
Do you find any musicians good-looking?: Yes.
Can you play an instrument?: I used to play clarinet also, in music class, in grade seven and eight.
Type of music most listened to?: Whatever I want.
Type never listened to?: Classical. Because I was a big country music fan when I was seven, don't ask WHY.
Favorite book?: Currently..."Dreamland" by some author. It is really, really powerful.

Underwear
Ladies, do you like to wear thongs?: Yes.
If so why? Do you find them comfortable?: Even though it can be a day-long wedgie, it's surprisingly comfy after awhile.
Boxers or Briefs?: Boxers.
Are ladies boxers attractive?: I wear plaid shorts but actual boxers? I don't know.
What is the nicest colour for underwear?: Hm. Cute animals or words are the best. Or shiny :D Even leopard-print can be exciting.
Do you find it uncomfortable without a bra?: I feel so obvious when I'm braless, so no. I need a bra on, always.
Do your bras fit properly?: Unless I've grown out of them, yeah.
Do you ever wear a vest?: No.
Do you make it a habit of showing people your underwear?: Actually, frequently.

Homosexuality
What is the first thing you think when you see two gay guys or lesbians holding hands?: I am usually surprised, because of my small stupid village, but I don't really care.
Do you detest homesexuality?: Yes. But I don't detest homosexuals. At ALL.
Do you agree or disagree with gay or lesbian couples bringing up children?: I don't care.

General Questions
Whom do you believe is the smartest man alive at the moment?: I have no idea.
What do you prefer, a sunny or rainy day?: Doesn't really matter all that much to me.
Do you consider yourself lucky?: By what standards though? I guess, yeah.
Do you feel pity for people who commit suicide?: No. They're retarded and well-aware what stupidity they're inflicting on people. So they kill themselves. No pity whatsoever.
Choose one word to describe how you feel most often: M'eh or YAY! :D I can be both.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 10:09:09 PM    * *       *

Look at your blue self with your spoon and polka-dotted bib. Are we a little hungry?

Find your inner rubber ducky.
:P I even get a Hungry Duck. Lucky me.

Made by many not-so-well-known companies you really don't get the praise or popularity you deserve. Fruit, refreshing, and orange. Now if you weren't caffeine-free I might drink more of you.
Find your inner cola.
This is just getting downright spooky.

Update on Mike Duey:
He's doing fine. He's recovering quickly. His kidneys are still messed up but it's okay, I suppose. He's had a few blood tranfusions already. Police started the investigation today, interviewing the kids who were at the party. People are now almost turning on each other, or at least a couple people who were there. Hmm.

Random Update:
I won't be online for awhile. I still need my dad to hook up the other computer and since he's so busy, it'll be awhile. And somehow I feel weird when I get on this computer. I can't download songs (no program) or chat (no programs) and no favourites (different computer). So I'll be gone for a week or so. M'eh, I'll most likely blog tomorrow - I'm like that.

March Break Update:
Something's happening at Christina's, I believe, which I'm invited to. Going to the movies with Ashley and maybe Candypants. Shopping alot with Jen. Sleeping over at Aimée's probably. Having friends over, and maybe a little bash for nothing. Girl's night out. Have Claire over. I have March Break plans. Look at me go.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 3:56:40 PM    * *       *

whats-his-face is back with whats-her-face. oh yay.
happy thingee
National Skip Day is tomorrow. I don't want to skip, besides, I'm frightened of Mrs. Mason. Spring Formal's coming up -- I'm going with Ashley and whoever else comes. I'm borrowing a dress from Josslyn (Josh). And I realized today in Religion, no-name kettle cooked chips are gross. Also, BRING steak when stranded! Don't ask. I handed in my English essay today that had the topic -- Prison: Rehab or Punishment? Here's my pretty revised essay :D It kinda sucks but I like my arguments.
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Rehabilitation of people in prison is what the government should aim for. It is a helpful method of assisting criminals back into society as productive citizens. Prison, however, should be a place of basic necessities and not a country club.

The majority of prisoners, no matter what the crime or the severity of it, will eventually reenter society. In order for the government to protect society from criminals, rehabilitation programs must be enforced in prisons. If a convict is placed in prison without being taught basic life skills, then when it is time for them to be released, they will not have the ability to support themselves in society, and could very well turn back to a life of crime.

Some of the basic skills taught in a rehabilitation prison are anger management, education, employment training, communication and how to deal with substance abuse. A criminal who is not given the opportunity to obtain skills while in prison will be released and more than likely, will revert to their old patterns of crime. This, in turn, will result in more crimes being committed, with the cost being passed on to the taxpayers.

Prisoners should not be pampered. They are in prison to be punished for their crimes. If a prison is an unpleasant experience, then perhaps it will serve as a deterrent to criminals. If the contemplation of prison is not a disturbing one, then it is not discouraging future criminals. Why spend taxpayer money to make the prison environment more comfortable for the criminals who have victimized society? Prisoners, however, should be treated with respect by staff. They should be given the bare essentials – food, shelter and life skills training.

Today, there is a fine line between prison and rehab clinics. To some, rehabilitation centers are “warm and fuzzy” whereas prisons are looked upon as “country club-esque” which isn’t far from warm and fuzzy. This essay raises the question: What about the inmates that are incapable of learning methods from the rehabilitation in prisons? Will they not just return to society with more vengeance because the cold hard prison made them angrier at life; they have been “done wrong” with society’s justice.

If you compare inmates who have received rehabilitation as opposed to inmates who have not, it is easy to realize that the inmates lacking rehab more than likely will return to their life of crime, resulting in a prison sentence. Inmates that, at first, seem incapable of learning fundamental skills during their incarceration should be forced into rehab immediately.
If the rehab is impressed upon them when they are in their first year, their minds will be more adaptable and influenced.

Prison should be a place where criminals are punished for their crimes. However, prison should also be where they are given the opportunity to learn essential skills to enable them to reenter society. It should never be viewed as an easy way to obtain food, shelter and free education at the taxpayers’ expense.

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          *    * *   * Tuesday, March 5     * *

Feeling quizzy again. So sue me.

I am 89% CANADIAN!!! (Take the Canadian-ness test)

Well I should hope so -- being Canadian and all :P

*Take This Test!*

Yay glazed! :D

What is your meaning of life?
Mmkay.

I'm Homer, who are you? by Lexi
No comment.


*   You're so silly, Nanny! 11:30:58 PM    * *       *

whats-his-face broke up with whats-her-face so now there's a chance of whats-his-face becoming truly available. not like i'd act on it. i'm much too chicken to actually do anything. i'm gonna have to wait for our 20th year reunion to actually admit it to whats-his-face that i only liked him for four years. blah, i sound so sad. but it doesn't actually bother me that much, really.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 11:07:31 PM    * *       *

          *    * *   * Monday, March 4     * *

Offend anyone? Who the hell cares, you're ANTI-FLAG! If there's something on your mind, people will know about it. And if something's gay, everyone will definitely know about it. You're an outspoken kid who can sometimes be a smartass, but hey, you sure as hell get your point across. So which BAND are YOU?

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 9:58:33 PM    * *       *

Brian is refreshing.

YEs@! After like forever, I fiubally sneezed!! I've been needing to ALL night, but yay :D It feels so good to get out of my system finally. I even tried sniffing pepper to get it out :P

Ugh, in Media class, some dirty looking guy came in late. Mr. Stuart asked him why, the kid said he had to get his books. When he said directly behind Candypants and I, he REEKED of pot so much I wanted to move across the room. Like, the smell's not that appealing to me but if you're dirty and you smoke it, it doesn't mix well. Nice excuse buddy "getting books" =P Why the heck don't you just walk right by the teacher against so he can catch a whiff of you?

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 9:43:24 PM    * *       *

You know what I hate? When you're all into an e-mail, let's say a survey you're filling out, and the stupid thing screws up and shuts itself down. And then you don't want to go back and refill the stuff you've done already, so then you're always putting it off when you check you e-mail. Even though you really wanna do it, but you've gotten too lazy to type your answers. And by then, it's been like two weeks so a filled survey isn't all that welcome after 14 days, by most people. Then they think you're slow. I hate that.

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 5:31:57 PM    * *       *

Today was so sad. I got on the bus, and Chris "Whippy" was all somber-looking. So Chad and I talked to him and found out what was wrong. Mike Duey, a fellow student at our school (grade eleven, in my Religion class too) was at a party on Saturday night.
Supposedly, he drank a couple drinks and had a buzz going on but he WASN'T really drunk. Here's the scoop: either someone put it in his drink or he accidentally drank it himself, there was antifreeze put in a drink of his. And he drank it.
Now he's in a coma, and he will *most likely* die. There will be so many dialysis' going on, and he'll probably go blind. And in Law class, we were talking about it. He's in the hospital right now, about an hour away. Mrs. Mason, my Law teacher, was saying about when the cops figure out IF and WHO put in the antifreeze, will be charged with murder.

This is so scary. It's our little town. Nobody gets charged with such a serious crime, you know? And Chris "Syracuse" kicked him in the head Sunday morning when he found out Duey pissed on his treadmill (it was his party). So Chris might get charged with assault for that, if Duey got some brain damage from that. It's so sad that Mike will probably die, or be paralyzed or brain damaged. Like, I know this kid. He's the kid that Mr. Rashotte always told him to "knock it off" for being a goofball in Religion; he's the kid that, at Mary's, I had a cartwheeling and ghetto butt contest with. Man, so many people are like numb because of this. It's almost as if he's already died, in a way. We know he'll never be the same, so a part of the real Mike has already died.

Anyway, it's a bit too depressing to discuss anymore. But yeah. Ugh, everyone knows how much I hate my English teacher right? Mrs. Pidduck = Miss Piggy? Well anyway, Candypants (Candice) and I had to do a Victor Hugo presentation in class today. I wrote this line down "This reveals the mortality of man, a subject Victor Hugo incorporated into almost all of his pieces." and Candice SPOKE it during the presentation. Apparently, Miss Piggy liked this line and continued for twenty minutes about how "When Candice wrote this thesis....When Candice touched upon this idea..." Blah blah BLAH. Candice this, Candice that. Finally, Candypants herself had to interrupt the stupid teacher to tell her that she didn't write it, I did. Miss Piggy didn't even acknowledge this. And since I've complained reasonable complaints against Miss Piggy to my parents in the first month, they're highly considering having a conference with her. This has gone on long enough; she's not marking me what I deserve, she's marking me what she wants me to get. She doesn't like the fact I don't agree with her, and that I talked last year to Aimée and Meghan in her grade ten english class. But I gave my parents a scenario:

If a kid's getting bullied, and he tells his parents, the parents call the bully's parents. The bully's parents tell their son to stop na na na, then so the bully goes to school and teases the kid more because he ratted.

That's how I see what Miss Piggy will do. But who knows. I have another essay to do before this Thursday. Let's see what crap she can pull on me now, expecting me to oblige like a friggen pet dog. Wow, this is such a rant :D

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 5:25:07 PM    * *       *

          *    * *   * Sunday, March 3     * *

I'm feeling quizzy. Leave me alone.

Which Winona Are You?
:P That movie was gay.

Which Angelina Are You?
Never seen the movie, but muarh.

Would you survive a horror movie? Find out @ She's Crafty
:D That's so me.

Which My So-Called Life Character Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty
M'eh, I have two of those books...

Blah. I feel so yucky. I have a stuffy nose, itchy red eyes that keep watering and I practically have to paste Kleenexes to my face. And I've been playing "Hugo's House of Horrors" like mad lately. Jen slept over last night too. Claire and Candice came over, but Clairol (nickname) left at 11 p.m. and Candice had to leave before supper. We rented Camp Nowhere, Wag the Dog, Village of the Damned, Whatever It Takes and Clueless. Then, after spaghetti and Candice left, we ran outside with two flashlights. Two people hid (together, because the lack of another flashlight and dark scariness of my vast yard) and one person sought. Quite fun :D

We fell asleep really early because we were so tired. Then, around 7 a.m. I woke up to "Shaft" playing softly on the radio :P Niice. So since I couldn't go back to sleep, I wandered around the silent house while everyone slept, including Jen. Finally, my mom woke up and we talked and played Mahjong on the computer. Jen then woke up and we did squat until my parents drove her home. I watched "High Fidelity" then got online. I need to work on English, but frankly, I really don't want to. Also, I need to clean my room. Grah. Oh yeah. Sorry for the stupid quizzes :D

*   You're so silly, Nanny! 2:22:47 PM    * *       *