KUTLESS!!!!!!!!!!!!

We got to see KUTLESS in concert last night, loved it! I got to go up to the mosh (mosh?) pit with a friend of mine, I was less than 30 metres from Jon Micah himself! I've still got a ringing in my ears from it, but it was worth it! We also got to hear a couple of other bands, I shall list them as follows:

Traced Image: Meh, mediocre
Nifty: OK
Amanda Falk: OK
The Silent: Not recommended (no offense Silent fans!)
Friday's Cry: Really good
KUTLESS: Almost as good as on the CD!!!!!!

I LOVE KUTLESS!!!!!

Give me a bleeping break!

This is in Lynsey's words, people, and this should never have happened. Honestly, some freakin' people...


Hi!!! ^_^ I whish to tell you what happened to me on the 8th (Friday) I hope you can get through my headaching story

It stared as a normal day (the normal pushing, the normal shouting ext.). I was unlocking my locker when my mom came and gave me my calculator. (The calculator has a whole story itself but it not the point) That’s where my mom saw 2 boy fighting. One boy was shouting ‘I’m gonna to KILL you!!! I’m gonna knife you!!!’ then a small lady came broke them apart.
I didn’t notice this one bit at all. I get it was too normal or I was too depressed. Moving along.

In 3ed period I was called to the office. I did nothing wrong but I knew what it was for. (My mom phoned last night to report a bully in the school and they sad I was going to get a consoler and every thing was under control. But they did not inform my parents!! My mom had to phone or she (or me) would have no idea what was going on. And it took quite a bit to get the info out of them) So I when to the consoler’s office. The lady was Ms. Grows (funny name). And the lady (aaaaaaaaaaa…) she was sickinly sweet!!! (Ex. ‘so… how are you doing? How many pets do you have? How is this how that…) So I just when straight to business. I told her who was picking on me. ‘Oh, this is new. This has never happen…’ she said I said ‘No, this is not new to her. I’m just a new toy to her. I can tell by experience this before’ (which I have) ‘Oh… well… we’ll get this under control…’ it sounded like she memorized the book. (I might as well listened to a tape recording) So we started talking about my old school and I started to cry (I’m ashamed of crying)

I pulled myself together and went back to class at my own time (it was the middle 4th period now). As I was being told what to do and I broke down (I realy miss you guys). The teacher asked me if I wanted to go back to Ms. Grows. I sad ‘I’m fine!’ and slammed my hand on the table and walk out the door. But instead of going back to Ms. Grows I went outside to walk around the school (I was mad now).

After blowing off some steam I came back to yell at Ms Grows. Now this is the funny part. Just as I was going to through door Ms Grows was coming out to look for me (so me meet face to face). At the same time a poor guy wants outside while I’m blowing up yelling, crying at Ms Grows and Ms Grows is trying to get me inside. The guy finely gets my attention. I ask him ‘what?’ for he was mumbling something. ‘c-can… I ge…’ ‘yes, yes, yes’ waving hand for him to go

Poor guy (at lest I got a highlight of the day)

So I told Ms Grows ‘I want to go home’ I was too upset to go back to class. We went to her office to get a phone but the phone was ‘held up’ and we had to wait int’l one phone line was free. As I waited, Ms. Grows was rattling on and on about how thing are going to get fixed and the wonderful program they have (I think she wanted me to change my mind in phoning home). Right now I just had it so I told her: ‘You can stop talking now’ and I sad it very politely. So I basically told he to shut up and she can’t reprehend me. The only thing she cud do was burn her eyes into me in the dead silence. So she sent me the main office to use their phone (wonder why @_@)

So I finely got the phone. And told my mom to pick me up. Then the office lady she said to hand the phone over so they can tell my mom what happened (which they didn’t). So complained more to phone my mom again. Final I got my mom to come. I told her everything for she still had no idea what was going on.

So she decide to put me in another school. We got a tour of the school and the first thing I saw when we went into the school was 3 girls outside class (I think they were doing a group project). And they wear smiling and giggling and ask where we where going. And the school itself had such a warm feeling (almost like home). At the end of next week we will hopefully get accepted into the new school.

And I think this was a Roman Catholic school or something like that! Honestly, the kind of ****** people who write up the school counselour's programs! Sheesh! Now I think poor Lynsey is permenantly scarred from all guidance counselours!!!!

Some morons... pardon me while I spaz out....

Grr. Argh.

Really want to have a good cry now!

As the title says, I had a really crappy day today, need a cry, bear with me here.

As most of you know, I auditioned for His Singers (the high school choir) last week. I've been wanting to get in for 2 years, everyone says I'm a good singer, I think I have a darn good chance of getting in.

The first thing I do when I get back from the O with Nina is check out the list of who made it into His Singers.
I wasn't on the list.

Nina had to push me upstairs and try to keep me focused on anything but the list. I owe her big time for trying, but it didn't help matters much when I saw everyone looking to see who made it in or not. Jenny got in, I know I should be happy that at least one of my friends made it in, but I nearly cried.

A big thing that surprised me was the fact that Tom auditioned, but didn't get in, which is weird, since they never have enough guys, thought they'd be desperate. (No offense meant Tom!)

I discovered that James is actually a pretty decent guy, for being a jerk in karate, cuz I was talking to Haley about the His Singers, mentioning that I wanted to cry, and after the initial "It's only His Singers" from him, and me nearly blowing up at him for that, he was actually sympathectic, which is surprising, judging from the annoyance level yesterday at karate.

Anyways, I think I did really badly on my French test this afternoon, I was thinking about not making it into His Singers. Alena gave me sympathy today during drama class, I just feel like such a wreck, and incredibly self-centred, thinking about myself all afternoon. My apologies to all my friends who understood, esp. Jenny, I luv you guys!!!

Now I don't have to choose between H.S. and guitar lessons this year, there's always next year... but why didn't I make it in this year?! Why?!?! (sorry, feeling sorry for myself again)

I'll shut up now, and give the rest of you a break from my pity party.

This week...

Oi yoi yoi. That's about it in a nutshell. Soo tired.... yeesh. Let's see, where do I start?

Monday: Mom left for Westjet school in Calgary, we miss her! BTW, she's doing good in class, pray for her Linden Alliance! Later on, I went to the garage and found a box of stuff from the old trailer that I forgot I had, found some cool hair clippies and (get this) : my old beanie! yay! Then I had to watch my cousins that afternoon, have practically disowned one of them, oh well.

Tuesday: More school, but I had my first karate lesson in a month after school ,which was good.... we have a lot of new white belts! However, there is always room for more... hint hint Meadow! lol.... Lynsey, come back! We need more sempai!

Wednesday: I had a His Singers audition after school, I think I did OK, hope I get in! Jen, Chelsea, Haley and Tom all tried out to, if we do get in, we'll have friends! (Dave, ya should have tried out! Oh well)

Thursday: Karate. Need I say more? Oh yeah, we got to watch Canadian Bacon in soc that day.... *rools eyes* (my apologies to any Americans reading my mind via the Internet)

Friday: Went to go see Mom after school, she's really tired but loves it, she got to teach us the WestJet song... lol!!! I can't repeat it on the Internet for fear of humiliation, but it was funny! Got a replacement watch for my old one, which died on Monday... it looks very cool!
Oh yeah, can't forget to mention watching LOTR in French class... Why didn't they just teach the origional actors to speak French?!?! Galadriel's voice is done by a guy in the beginning of the movie! Argh!

Oh yeahhhhhh..... Friday I bashed my nose on a textbook, almost got my fingers slammed in my locker, got the hiccups in teh worst way at the O, and tripped going back upstairs at school, totally losing all semblance of sanity then... good grief! (Don't worry Nina and Dave, I think i've sufficiently recovered since then...) Sheesh, I think those were my injuries for most of the summer!

Saturday (otherwise known as Today): We are over at Grandma's for an overnighter while Dad helps Cam combine the fields. How fun.

Now I get to prepare for next week.... *groan* Wish me luck with His Singers!

Don't try this at home.....

Sheesh, the first week of school (not even a full week either!), and the injuries are starting up again! Good grief...

Hmm, do I tell you the made-up story of me getting mugged by Muhammed Ali or do I tell the true but embarassing story..... OK, quit guilt tripping me, I'll be honest!

I was cleaning out my dad's car yesterday, just for something nice, since it was his birthday yesterday, I think he'll disown me if I mention his age though. Anyways, I was getting out of the driver's door, didn't look where I was going....
and konked myself just underneath my left eye, hard enough to break the skin. Not a pleasant experience, let me tell ya. I mean. there are few things in life that have enough pain to make my cry at all. One is lip and eyebrow waxing, and then the tears are just from the shock. The other is getting a near-black eye. I mean, I just sat back down, thought some very nasty words at the door, and let a few fat ones out, it hurt so bad. (The very nasty words would have come anyways if I had stubbed my toe, I was refering to the tears.)

About 10 minutes later, I glance in the rear-view mirror, and my face near my eye is all puffy, and I could see a cut where the door it my head. That freaks me out somewhat, so I go out to seek Dad's opinion, and he sends me to the house for an icepack and Mom's help. Ya know, in hindsight, if I had wanted an excuse to get sympathy at school, I should have laid of the ice, but oh well, I got the cut, might be a good conversation opener, lol.

Dad says I hit the door so hard, I'm gonna have a doozy of a shiner tomorrow, Mom says there hasn't been enough discolouration so I'll be fine. Yeeeaaaaaaaah..... sure hurts if I touch it though! Maybe I will get a black eye from this...

Hope I don't get another one before school pictures, that'd be bad!