I am plagued by the want of summer.

I mean, it's hard not to be when everybody is staring lustfully at the vast, unplanned space that is summer after months of pecking away at schoolwork. Goodness gracious, it's less than a month. It's especially bad with people around who have finished a few IB/AP exams and have free periods to soak in the almost-summer feeling. People are planning parties, bonfires, barbeques, what have you, like it's actually summer. I'm currently invited to three parties next weekend and one the weekend afterward.

Basically, like 85% of my motivation for school is gone. I've been doing schoolwork without much of a break since September, can't I have a ceasefire or something? I'm considering a four days sleep marathon after my IB French exam next Tuesday, followed by half-assing the remaining few days until exams. Also, throw in some unstressed, non-academic related fun for a change.

Also, I will honestly be terrified if summer gets here and I still don't have a job. I need (1) money and (2) a way to fill time. I think next weekend I will start applying to fast food places.
Love,
-J-

Plans for a Sunday:

• Finish writing a prose commentary
• Take a nap
• Prepare for a French interview on Thursday
• Lament over the closeness of my IB French exam (9 days)
• Read Love in the Time of Cholera for English
• Learn how to tie a tie, strangely enough also for English
• Watch Lilo and Stitch

Links for your entertainment:

• 6 Reasons to Ride a Polar Bear to Work
• The world's cutest dictator (read the comments underneath, also)
•  20 obsolete English words that should make a comeback

Love,
-J-

"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-

Melted crayon art.

I made some melted crayon art this weekend. I thought it would be a nice addition to my room. I began with a 96 and a 12 pack of crayons, arraganged them according to color and hot glued them on the top of two canvases (because for some reason at Michael's, two canvases were cheaper than one.)

After that, I found a nice wall in my basement, covered it and the floor thoroughly with newspaper to prevent wax from getting on things.

Then, I took a blow drier to them, one section at a time.

Eventually, they looked like this. I think it will make a nice addition to my walls.

 Love,
-J-