The inspirational mustache man.

I was inspired by a picture of mustache man in the city market, in a bit of a crayons draw blanks style. Maybe I should make "awkward inspired webcam picture Sundays" a thing. Thoughts?

In other news, Valentine's day is this week (in case, you know, you live under a rock), the one week a year I allow myself to be annoyed by everybody, the icky sweet couples and the angry singles. But thankfully, most IB kids are single so hopefully they've come to terms with it and people don't bitch too much. A lunchtime tea outing is planned for Tuesday for all the single ladies (I know you just sang that in your head.) What are your plans for Valentine's day? I won't be annoyed at you guys, I promise.

Love,

-J-

Birthday alpacas.

 

Today was my birthday. I am now 17, a very unexciting age to be. The awkward place between 16 and 18. It was a good day. Moriah gave me a fantastic card, made of fabric stapled to a shreddie box, and pictures of all the things that remind her of me in it.

In English class, for part of Theory of Knowledge (essentially Philosophy) we did that trust game where you lead someone in a blindfold around. Maddy and I were leading Amy into the girls washroom and the class beside us experienced something like:
Seeing three girls arm in arm, one blindfolded, walk into the bathroom.
The bang of Amy walking into the paper towel dispenser.
Hysterical laughter.
Their teacher, poking the head out the door and yelling,"Do I want to know?"
My response of "Theory of Knowledge."
Three girls walking away in embarrassment. 

I hope that fiasco entertained that Chem class.

 Today was also the open house for my school, where we attempt to overwhelm eighth graders with our awesomeness and brainwash them into going to our school. The hallways were littered with paper mache alpacas (actually, there was only one, see above) and the science labs were filled with fun things that don't need lab reports. I spent a good portion of time in the history department, but nobody actually cares about the grade 10 and 11 history curriculum. I headed over to Physics, where I got to play with a bunch of experiments and be genuinely excited about motion and static electricity. I might have scared a few kids with my enthusiasm over tuning forks. Goodness, I'm a dork.
Love,
-J-

This song is stuck in my head. Boy band are so 90's. BUT IT'S SO CATCHY. You've been warned:

One Direction - What Makes You Beautiful

Large cookies, weekends and general nerdiness.

This weekend, I survive Permafrost, where each winter my youth group brings a bunch of kids into the sticks to a camp for two nights. Every year, insanity happens. This year was no exception. Some notable moments were:

• The team with this name:

Team "Moses didn't survive the trip to the promise land" had a rap. It wasn't that bad, considering that they wrote it in ten minutes, Rodney's beat boxing was terrible and Moses hadn't actually read it until he was rapping in front of everybody.

• Tempting eternal damnation while watching Soul Surfer. All the high schoolers cracked jokes at 1am about everything limb related. We laughed when the line,"Call me when you get better" was said to the girl who just got her arm eaten by a shark. We are terrible people.
• Losing faith in humanity for the fifth time in one day after an incident where one of the boys put icy hot on their nipples.
• Seeing Montgomery for one of the first times since the summer. We discussed Gilmore Girls and other beautiful things in life.
• Obnoxious middle school girls who finally fell asleep when a leader told us a story. Mind you, it was an hour long, incredibly detailed epic of a story about a hike he took. 
• Realizing, after much interaction with middle school girls, that middle school was ridiculous and is behind me forever. Hallelujah.
• The kitchen team, with their fantastic food of wonderfulness and giving me my caffeine supply.
• Making a pizza sized cookie with Moses. 
• A spontaneous cinnamon heart endurance challenge. 

'Twas a good weekend.

In other news, I thoroughly nerdified my phone and made the Sherlock theme my ringtone and the TARDIS noise my notification sound. I geek out whenever my phone does anything, then slightly ashamed. 
Love,
-J-

School approved, pretend brothels FTW.

This is my bag. I have named the big elephant Herbert.

Musical has begun. The first number we're working on is "The Heat is on in Saigon," which takes place in a bar/strip club/brothel. There is a lot of physical contact going on which makes me want to hide in a corner, as my few years in Christian school and youth group have programmed me to do. I'm one of the waitresses, one of the few girls who is not essentially dancing on a guy in the first song. Instead, I get to pass out bottles and break out in choreography every now and then. Really hardcore choreography with kicks, spins, jazz squares and other madness.

Yesterday I went to find my outfit and I can't say that I've ever gone shopping with the objective to find an outfit worthy of a waitress in a bar/strip club/brothel. Katie and I yelled across the aisles at each other things like,"Do you think this shows enough skin?". We got dirty looks from middle aged women. I got a white shirt with an awkward zipper on the back and a shortish black skirt that shows me how incredibly pale my legs are this time of year. Now I need to take preventative measures against all possible wardrobe malfunctions with the help of spandex, tape, etc.

Back to school after a five day weekend plus today's snow day.  I've had an awful lot of time to recover from exams. I'm ready to go and discover what Fine Arts class is, as it's a new class and a mystery to everybody taking it. I'm only taking two IB classes this semester which is probably good news for my workload.

Here is some nifty music for your listening pleasure:

Love,
-J-