"Sometimes, you just have to step in the bear trap."

-A metaphor about trying physics problems from my ever wise physics teacher

Honestly, I've started about five posts this week and then can't bring myself to hit 'Publish.'

It's just been a really weird week. My routine is doing something funky and there's been this manic thing going on with the general atmosphere in my house.

Here is a list of short anecdotes (and other things) about my week thus far:

Everybody is beginning to get antsy with summer so close. Actually, we have about a month left until exams, but the IB and AP exams are happening. This results in a lot of people have sporadic free periods to chill uptown (and rub it in everybody's face). As of May 22nd, the day after my IB French exam, I have 2nd period free. I await it with joy.

I went to the local "Got Talent" competition Tuesday, mostly because I know 5 out of the 10 acts. I'm pretty much a groupie, guys. It was pretty good because it was essentially a talent show where the bad acts had been weeded out in auditions. Everybody was definitely musically talented and it had that hilarious thing found in most talent competitions where most of the musicians fit (usually a bit over the top) into one musician stereotype or other. Some of these included a rocker chick, a scene kid, an alternative garage band, a boy band-esque duo, etc. It's like real life, toned down reality TV.

Early this week, I acquired 6 books of Harry Potter series. The funny thing is that I acquired them from my art teacher who whipped out a bag of books during class that her daughter left behind when she moved away, to give to whoever wanted them. Carrying around (almost the entirety of) the Harry Potter series through crowded school hallways definitely increased my nerd-cred.*

I'm also planning on increasing my nerd-cred tomorrow by dramatically reciting the lyrics of this song in front of my Chem class for bonus marks. I don't know like 90% of the class but the people in that class are so boring that I want to do something ridiculous. My entire existence in that class has been awkward until this point so I may as well give them something to laugh about.

I've come to the conclusion that The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz is the epitome of glorified Canadian literature. It's like Mordecai Richler wrote simply to be an asshole. He represents every stereotype as levels of terrible people. **

*It's like street-cred for nerds. Nerd-cred actually converts to negative street-cred.

**He helped write the movie screenplay and it's even worse, with unnecessarily sped up scenes, with the exception of uncomfortable moments. I swear, there was a silent, thirty second long, slow motion boob grab.  It summed up many long, important scenes in about the same amount of time. Also, there were exorbitant amounts of penis jokes, followed by the main actor's obnoxious, cackle like laugh. It was especially awkward watching it in English class.
Love,
-J-