More beautiful than ever doth he return.

Hooray Justin came back yesterday so life is good. He got me a present from Cuba which was so nice of him because I really wasn't expecting anything. He got to my house yesterday and he had this thing behind his back. And he says to me: "I didn't know how to wrap it and I thought you'd enjoy this." So he pull out from behind his back this little white paper bag. I look at it and it's a barf bag from the plane!!! XD OMF I was dying it was so funny. So I opened it and inside was a gorgeous pair of heart earrings. They were on this little square of wood that had designs burned into it and it said Cuba on it in this awesome script. The hearts are kind of divided into three vertical sections. The middle one is white-ish and shiny and the outer ones and the back of the earrings are black. Justin told me that the middle white part is made of shell and the black parts are made from a bull's horn!!! He told me he got them because they matched my prom dress so well. It was so sweet of him. I really wasn't expecting anything. 

But he is a bastard. I've missed him so much and he comes back all tanned and even more beautiful than I remember him being. And he told me about how he missed me and all the times he did, which was so sweet. He said that it actually got to a point where it was almost difficult to have a good time he was missing me so much. Which was so sweet but I hope I didn't ruin his vacation for him. But he has told me so many cool things about Cuba and loads of fun stuff he did while he was there and that's cool. I wish I could go because I love those types of things. The coral and the fishes and squids and stuff. But he says that there were no jellyfish there, which is kind of disappointing. I LOVE jellyfish. I want to be one. I'm serious.

So today Justin and I took the day off. I had some homework that I hadn't finished and I really didn't want to go to class anyways. Plus, that would mean leaving Justin and I don't think I'm quite ready to do that yet. But we went to Photography and developed his Cuba pictures. Then during second we walked over to Trailside for food. OMG they've totally re-done the place. It's ok but it kinda looks like a deli now. I liked it better before but hey, what can you do?? During third we went to Yearbook and we researched 2012 for the entire duration of the period. Because Justin was telling me how, like, the only channel that they got at the hotel that was in English was the history channel and for the whole week all they were talking about was 2012. So, obviously, he got pretty interested in it. And I kinda did too when he was talking about it. So, long story short, 2012 will happen on December 13, 2012 (duh). The sun will be directly in the center of our solar system. Energy flows inwards so all the energy from the sun AND all of the planets will be directed at the sun. And something will happen. However, because Jesus Christ was probably actually born in 4 BC, and when they went from BC to AD they didn't do a year 0, they just went straight to 1, that means that's 5 years we're technically ahead. So 2012 would have already happened in 2007. That's what we discovered in about 90 minutes. Then we went to the Cafe and I heard Justin tell all of his Cuba stories again to everyone there. And then during fourth we went back to Photography and developed another roll of Cuba pictures and made contact sheets for the ones we did during first. And that was our day. I had actually hoped that he would drive in today so that we could fully take the day off and go to my house but he didn't. It;s actually probably a good thing he didn't too because apparently Dad came home after lunch because he had a doctor's appointment and Eirlys came home early too. I wish Justin could have stayed after school but he had to go home. Pity.

Omg the tea I drink has started something sooo funny that they do. On the little paper thing attached to the teabag they've put a fortune thing and then they say "Your tea leaves have been read". But the weird thing is they're actually pretty accurate. Sometimes. The one I got Saturday (the day before Justin came home) said: "Be patient, things will soon return to normal." Which I think is kinda cool. But my one for Friday said: "I can't read you fortune at the moment. A yak is in the way." Sooooo funny. And then I don't exactly remember what my teabag yesterday said but the gist of it was like, "Don't worry, the thing you are looking forward to is coming up on Thursday." And I leave for Boston on Thursday. Weird huh?? I wonder what my next one will say. Please excuse me while I go make a tea . . . . Hmmm. Not the funniest one I've gotten. It says: "Turn over a new leaf. Preferably a tea leaf." Meh. They can't all be winners.

Ok so before I tell you THE GREATEST NEWS (second only to Justin coming home), I must tell you about Saturday. kk so on Saturday I was wherever Fort George is . . . . Niagara-on-the-Lake I think. I had to drive up there with two old men. I don't know them and they don't know me. It was like two hours of crap music. I'll give you an example. One song was called "Jingling Johnny". It's originally from the 1700's. It's at 75 pace mark which is what we usually march to, unless we're at the quick in which case it's 85 or 90. Luckily I had my iPod with me so I played some screamo and some Marilyn Manson to make up for it. So we get there and the sun was blazing and it was about a million degrees. The wind was blowing at like, hurricane speeds. And I'm not even exaggerating that much. I had to walk at about a 75 degree angle to the ground or else I would have blown away. I was also wearing 100% wool uniform. Like, wool pants, wool jacket, crazy thick shirt, crap shoes, uber tall hat that kept blowing away (which totally sucked because I couldn't fidget in ranks :P ) and a strip of leather wrapped around my neck. And we had drill on Saturday too. I was thrilled, let me tell you. 

Anyways, it's time to go home. The sun is still blazing and the wind is a' blowin'. I get in the car with the two old men. The driver, I might add, is a crazy one. We drive for about half an hour when the sky suddenly (and I do mean SUDDENLY) turns pitch black. W e are driving STRAIGHT into a HUGE storm. It starts raining about 5 minutes later. Huge raindrops. The driver turns on his windshield wipers to nuclear-speed. I'm serious. Imagine the fastest you've ever seen windshield wipers go. THE fastest. I can guarantee these went a speed faster. I'M distracted by them, and I'm in the backseat. How does the driver feel?? He speeds up. We are driving into an enormous thunderstorm with distracting wipers flinging raindrops the size of chocolate Easter eggs at 120 km/h. I honestly thought I wasn't going to make it home. So yes that was Saturday.

And now the most greatest news of all!!! I got my tattoo done on Sunday!!! HOORAY!!! I am absolutely in love with it. Which is a good thing, but seriously. I. LOVE. IT. It's Peter Pan and then beside him it says "All children, except for one, grow up." I love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love it!!!! I'm sooooooooooo happy with it I can't even believe it. I'm hoping that my dad will get off his computer soon so I can upload my pictures that my wonderful sister took. I'm hoping to get them up on Facebook within the next day or two. Before I leave for BOSTON!!! 

I'm kinda excited for Boston but I'm also kinda dreading it. Not only do I have couple of solos that will totally and completely FUCK UP the song if I don't play them right, but Justin JUST got home and I'm sooo going to miss him. But I have to go. And I guess it's good that we can be away from each other and not go completely crazy. I dunno how the summer is going to work out when I go to England. I just might go crazy without him. Hmmm. England. That reminds me. We still have to arrange a little rendez-vous between his aunt and mine. Hmmm. I must talk with him when he gets home from his meeting. Ah yes. Rendez-vous and meeting. They remind me of something too. Wow my brain is kinda going all over. Meeting reminds me that I had a brownie meeting tonight and I waited there for half a fucking hour and no one showed up. So I was pretty pissed about that. Rendez-vous reminds me that I have to go and write my own eulogy. In French. It's pretty depressing, let me tell you. So I shall go and do that and I will talk to you later. :)

So sweetly she bade me adieu,

     I thought she bade me return.

OMF no way!!!

kk so I am officially a complete idiot. I was reading over my last post (because I do that sometimes when I'm bored) and I noticed that I never even mentioned last Wednesday!!! I can't believe I didn't because last Wednesday was easily the greatest day I've ever had. And I'm serious when I say that.

Anyways, Wednesday. So me and Justin wanted to have one last "fling" before he left. So we've been planning this for a while now. We never really have time to just hang. Like, just the two of us without anyone bothering us. So we planned to take off a whole day. It was totally awesome. But, because our stupid school starts at the crack of dawn, we had to hang around the Photography room for an hour before we could leave. Because obviously we didn't want to show up at my house and have my mother and my sister still there. That would be just a LITTLE embarrassing. So, we hid in the Photography room and then headed over to my place.

When we got there it was awesome. You know the feeling when you know you're doing something wrong and you could possibly get caught while you're doing it?? It was that for the whole day. Awesome. We just hung out for the whole day. Seriously. It was so cool.

I'm not going to go further into it because I'm sure you don't want those pictures in your head. But honestly, we didn't even do that for very long we were having so much fun. And our favourite part of the day wasn't even that. We were like, I dunno, I can't even explain it but it was awesome.

So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.

La La La. Pill. Pill. Pill.

Wow haven't published in ages I'm sorry. I didn't realize it had been left that long.

kk so first things first. Let me just state that SNOW IN APRIL PISSES ME OFF!!!!!! We had a snow day last Monday. What kind of bullshit is that?!?!?! I was all ready to see Justin and then the fucking busses were cancelled. However, the thing that pisses me off the most is that we never found out about it until it was really late. That's usually how it is at my house because my bus comes to get us quite early so by the time we've found out that it's a no bus day, we've already been standing out in a blizzard for 45 minutes. And that really pisses me off. Like, seriously. It really does.

Um yeah so I've been skipping Religion like omg so crazy lately. I didn't go all last week, and then I've gone twice this week. And both the days that I've been have been days where there happens to be a supply. Hee Hee :) I think my religion teacher is kinda pissed because he's lost like thirty students in total out of his two grade 12 religion classes. There's nothing wrong with him, it's just a crap course. It started off pretty cool and all Social Justice-y, but now it's just politics, politics and politics. Which can get a little annoying. Especially if you hate politics. Like me. But yeah. Justin is worse than me on the not going to class front. He's tried for like, two weeks to drop the course. The others switched to Philosophy earlier on in the year or they switched teachers. As if that would make a difference. But Justin full out tried to drop it. He hasn't been to class in three weeks :) I say TRIED because he apparently had this huge hour long argument with his guidance councellor about dropping it and, long stort short, he can't. So now he has to catch up on about three weeks of work.

Except the really funny thing is he's leaving for Cuba today and he'll be gone for a week. Ok, so it's not so funny, it's actually kind of depressing. But in the religion class way it's pretty funny. Did I tell you that he was going to Cuba?? Hmmm. I actually don't think I did. Oh well, now you know. He comes back a week Sunday. Which is AGES away. And then the REALLY crappy thing is he comes back and we have three days to catch up and then I'm leaving for Boston. Which is total crap.

Did I tell you the huge kerfuffle Justin got into about Boston?? (Ahaha. "kerfuffle". It's a funny word) He was all set to go and I think he had already paid one of the payments (I might be wrong about this, I'm not sure) when his parents found out that the day we get back from Boston is the day of Justin's sisters first communion. But the ceremony is in the evening so Justin would have gotten back for like, half of it. His mother was totally fine with it as long as Sarah was, and Sarah WAS fine with it. Because she loves Justin best and he can get her to do anything. And vise-versa. It's the cutest thing ever watching them together. Playing or doing something. Seriously. The. Cutest. Thing. Ever. Wow sorry, getting off topic here. Anyways, Sarah was fine with it and so was his mother. And they were planning on not telling Justin's dad because they knew he would say no without a second thought. This happens a lot so they're all used to it. But somehow Justin's dad found out and there was a huge fight about it. Justin wanted to go obviously and he's only been to one band trip and that was to Florida. And this is his grade 12 year and he's not coming back so he wanted to go even more. There was even a thought of Justin coming with us and then getting a plane ticket home a day early so he could be home. But the thing that really pisses me off is Justin's dad only wanted him home so he could take pictures at Sarah's communion. That's the only reason why he didn't want Justin to go. And I understand that he takes the best pictures and things like that but seriously?? You'll take away his last band trip fro that?? Why can't someone else take a fucking picture. It's not that difficult, believe me I've taken a few in my time. It just pisses me off when his dad does things like that.

And this tattoo thing is pissing me off too, sort of. I'm not rushing it or anything, I just want to get it done soon. I was planning on getting it done this Friday, as in yesterday, but the tattooist guy has his kids this week so he was only in in the morning during school. So I was planing on getting it done on Sunday but he's taking his kids out for the whole weekend. So I THINK I'm going to get it done on Friday or something like that. But I have to call and see and stuff like that. And it's kind of depressing because of the original plan. Did I tell you about that?? I don't think so . . . . Me and Justin planned about three months ago that we were going to get our tattoos done together like, the day after our birthdays or something. But he wasn't quite sure what he wanted to get so he backed out. Which I totally understand. I don't want him getting something he hasn't thought about just because he feels rushed or something. I totally get that. So I don't feel bad at all because he backed out. But I want to get mine and I finally have enough money for it so I've been planning to get it. He keeps telling me to wait for him but I don't want to, really.

Oh, and I'm SUUUUPER sick. My throat muscles have swollen out to like three times their normal size and it hurts to swallow. And cough. And breathe. So I went to the doctor and she gave me these crazy horse pills to eat. THREE TIMES A DAY!!! She said that there's like pus in my throat all around one of my tonsils and that if it gets any worse I have to go to emerg because "That's bad." That's literally what she said to me. No fancy terms that no one can understand or anything. Just "That's bad." So I have to take these pills for 10 days and hopefully I'll get better. I've taken one so far and I can sort of swallow now without it really hurting so that's good.

Oh! My auntie from England is over at my house this weekend so that will be fun :)

And for French I have to write a poem about bacon. Fun. And omg I have to write a love poem too. But here's the hard part. I have to write it with things that I would like to hear said to me. Crap. So that will be interesting to do.

I finished reading "Perks of being a wallflower" yesterday. It's our independent lit book at the moment. It was kind of weird but cool at the same time. We picked our next book on Tuesday. We're doing "Virgin Suicides". It's 5 sisters who all live on one street and then one day all decide to kill themselves. Interesting, eh??

If something else comes up I'll let you know.

So sweetly she bade me adieu,

     I thought that she bade me return.

Finally.

Sorry. I know it's been AGES since I last updated and I apologise. Really I'm sorry but yes. Ok so, what's happened since my birthday?? Let me see. Um.

I signed myself out for the first time on Monday the 30th. So that was totally wicked. Then later that day I wrote myself my own bus note to go home on Justin's bus and do a photography project with him so that was coolio. Shot the project near a pond and then had some fun in the woods. And by "some fun" I really mean "quite a lot of fun". Really. Excepting the cuts and bruises on my legs and the feeling lost in my feet it was quite enjoyable. Although I would definitely vote in favour of a warmer climate next time.

Then on Tuesday the 31st I decided to just cut the whole day and so I borrowed Justin's cell phone and called in sick. Totally awesome. So we pretty much spent the whole day in the darkroom. And we also had some fun in there too . . . . Dunno if you really want to know this but I'm going to tell you anyways. When I got home I had to scrub my butt for a while to get the whole chemically sensation out. Well, ok, not really a sensation, just a knowledge that it was there, you know?? But good fun anyways.

On April 1st I went to band and omg my face hurt soooooo badly. I hadn't played for almost a week and wow. I really should go to music class more often. But it makes me feel sorry for the brass players. If MY face was hurting that badly what must theirs feel like?? Ouch.

Friday I was supposed to go and see the Fast and the Furious with Justin but the butt wasn't allowed to go at the last minute. So instead I went to Toronto. My aunt who lives in England is visiting and my mother and my sisters were going up to see her, so I went with them.

Then yesterday me and Justin went to Toronto to see We Will Rock You. It was pretty awesome. It was in the year 2300-something and all musical instruments were banned and rock music was dead and everything. There were groups of rebels who were trying to bring back rock. It was soooooo funny and they had live video screens that moved around the stage but they screens interacted with the players and stuff. It was really cool. And then I stayed at his house for a bit after we got back. It was nice. Me and Justin and his sister were wrestling for a while and that's always fun.

And today I wanted to hang out with Justin because even though it sounds like I've been spending all this time with him, I really haven't been. I saw more of him last semester when he was at Co-op. And I've tried telling him that I miss him and that I want to see more of him but I don't think he really gets it. He says that it's better that we learn NOw to be away from each other rather than next year when I'm going to see fuck-all of him. Which I guess makes sense. But I get so depressed when I'm not around him. Really I do. He's all I've got going for me at the moment. But when I'm with him time just flies right by and I can barely enjoy it.

Yesterday when I was at his house we went and laid on his bed for a bit and just . . . . laid there. Those are my most favourite moments with him. When we just lie together. He says the sweetest things then. And he just takes me in his arms and holds me. I love that. He told me some things yesterday . . . . they were the sweetest things I've ever heard. I hope you don't mind but I'm not going to tell you what he said. It wouldn't be right to put them down in type. It would ruin them. I'm sorry, but I want to keep them in my head, so I can imagine his voice saying them. They were so sweet . . . . I was crying they were so sweet . . . . I can't imagine life without him . . . . I can't even describe how I feel about him. And believe me, I've tried. I've tried to get it in writing, to draw it. It never is good enough. I love him.

That's the best I can say. But love doesn't even begin to cover how I feel. It's so much more than love. Love is what you feel for a pet, or a sibling, a friend. Not him. It's like love times infinity. It's not even infinity. Infinity is a sideways 8. An 8 implies that you go round in circles. But I don't. I just keep going in one long unbreakable line. It goes up and down, but never down enough that there's a fight or I give up or I stop loving him. I don't think I ever will. And I don't think he ever will either. He told me he'd never stop. And I believe him. I love him. And the amazing thing is, he loves me back.

That's the thing that amazes me most.

Justin Michael Melnyk loves ME.

You can't imagine how that sentence makes me feel. I wrote it and . . . . my heart exploded.

He loves me.

So sweetly she bade me adieu,

I thought that she bade me return.

Rarr

kk so I know I haven't posted since my birthday which was AGES ago but I really have no time to now. So I shall post. Just not now :)

So sweetly she bade me adieu,

I thought that she bade me return.