Saturday, March 09, 2002

New blog just created.
Feel relieved... but the first posts are gonna be stressful to type.

If you want the link, and if you are worthy of my trust, ask for it and I'll e-mail it to you.

I feel weird.
Semaine de relâche ! Semaine de relâche ! Semaine de relâche !
J'en reviens toujours pas !
Je suis en semaine de relâche !
En théorie du moins... parce qu'en pratique, j'ai
a) Un texte de philo à écrire
b) Mon projet à faire avancer
c) Mes stats à étudier
d) une séance de magasinage de planifiée
e) une sortie au Grand Blond
f) 2 sorties à la cabane à sucre
g) 300 000 pratiques pour la comédie
h) du piano à faire avancer.

Et ce n'est qu'un début.
Je me demande si je vais survivre.

Thursday, March 07, 2002


Standing Still
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The day is long today.
Maybe because I woke up at 6:50 ?

I did my French homework and some physics lab thingy.

Now I should work on my project.

Sometimes I wish I made sense.
WAAAAAH ! JE VIENS DE RÉALISER QUE LA SEMAINE PROCHAINE CÉ LA SEMAINE DE CONGÉ ! AYOYE ! JE TRIPE !
Arrrrgh !

Je viens de finir mon petit texte de français. Et merde ça me frustre !

On a passé 2 hres à s'obstiner sur les camps de concentrations nazis. On va encore passer 2 hres à faire la même chose la semaine prochaine, je pense. Mais qu'est-ce qu'ils pensent que ça donne ? Mais qu'est-ce qu'ils pensent que ça change ?

J'ai écrit mon opinion. J'ai fait de l'obstinage moi aussi. Mais je n'y crois pas. À quoi ça sert de s'obstiner quand personne n'a de réponse ? Personne n'a raison, personne ne sait !

Le prof dit qu'il déteste l'indifférence. Qu'il me déteste, moi, ça ne me fout rien. J'aime mieux être indifférente que de perdre mon temps à... je ne sais même pas à quoi en fait. Je ne vois pas l'utilité de ces débats-là. D'accord on apprend à s'exprimer et à donner notre opinion, j'étais déjà capable de faire ça avant, merci beaucoup. Mais qu'est-ce que ça donne d'essayer de trouver la vérité dans l'Holocauste ? Est-ce qu'il y en a une, de toute manière, une vérité ?

Moi, décidément, ça m'écoeure. Il fallait les voir se prendre au sérieux avec leurs grandes théories et tout... D'accord, peut-être qu'ils aiment ça, jaser de choses comme ça, moi aussi ça m'arrive des fois. Mais qu'est-ce qu'on a achevé de plus à la fin de ces deux heures-là ? Qu'est-ce qu'on a fait avancé ? Est-ce qu'il y a une différence entre l'action d'une personne indifférente et l'action d'un brasseur de vent ? Non.

On est tous sortis de ce cours-là avec nos problèmes, avec nos joies, et le monde était le même que quand nous sommes rentré dans la classe.

C'est peut-être moi qui ne comprend pas, c'est peut-être mon intelligence qui fonctionne mal. Alors je demande qu'on m'explique.

Je n'ai pas honte de dire que je me fous de bien des choses, et je ne suis pas gênée d'admettre que oui, je suis un peu égoïste. Oui, j'aime beaucoup mieux réfléchir sur moi-même que sur le monde. Au moins, quand je me concentre sur moi-même, je trouve des réponses de temps à autre. Et ça me mène en quelque part.

Ça ne me dérange pas de débattre tant que ce n'est pas d'une cause perdue. Si vous voulez vous obstiner sur le clonage, sur la peine de mort ou sur l'avortement, oubliez-moi. Vous ne pouvez pas changer le monde, il est trop pourri pour être sauvé, vous ne pouvez rien y faire. Vous ne pouvez pas résoudre un problème qui n'a pas de solution.

Ça ne me dérange pas d'essayer d'expliquer quelques concepts philosophiques à quelqu'un qui n'est pas d'accord, tant qu'on reste dans l'explication. Vous noterez d'ailleurs que ça nous permet tout aussi bien de nous apprendre à s'exprimer et à donner notre opinion. C'est juste un tout petit peu plus utile, et ça me tombe moins sur les nerfs.

Quand je pense que mon débat à moi sera sur le bien et le mal ! Vous parlez d'une cause perdue !

C'est peut-être moi qui est un peu trop existentialiste. Mais.
Vous me direz que j'ai tort ?
The more I think about it, the more I think I hate you.
You're just so damn blind. You don't even realize how jealous and possessive you are. You really have no clue.
When you're told something about yourself that you don't understand, all you do is deny it. Why can't you wonder why people think that of you ? You're not perfect. You're not always right. And you can't own people, you can't keep them all to yourself.
Your friends have friends. You don't have to care about that.
Your friends aren't supposed to be with you all the damn time. You shouldn't care who they are with. You shouldn't mind.
That's jealousy, honey. And possessivity.

I wish I could tell you all that. You have no idea how it makes me go crazy. But if I do, you'll just get mad, and you won't even give it a second thought. 'Cuz you can't accept that you are not right. Of course you have no issues.

That's the kind of things you can control. Or at least that you can keep to yourself. No one is out to get you, damn it, when others succeed, it doesn't take anything away from you. If you feel that way, well, maybe there's something wrong there.
If you have people trying to get away from you so they can frickin' breathe, if you have people not wanting to introduce you to other people, there is something wrong with you.

And let me tell you : I'm not that great. And you don't know me.

Wednesday, March 06, 2002

I woke up this morning and I have a dozen small scratches on the back of my right hand. No idea how they got there. It was all right when I went to bed last night. And it hurts like hell.
Maybe someone put a curse on me. I do feel cursed - but that's another thing.
Last night when I went to bed, I got a little dizzy and felt everything was turning around me. And when I woke up I was convinced I would throw up.
And now that I think about it, I still feel a bit sick. 'tis better go away, 'cuz I have to drive. And if I'm sick in my dad's car, I'm not sure he'll be glad.
There was something else I meant to say when I logged in. But things flee my mind.
I had dreams that felt very real. I woked on some HTML before going to bed, and I dreamt I was still working on it. And then I dreamed that I had had 50% in my first phys exam, and that the second exam result was in and I had gotten 68%. And I was all stressed out, hoping that I would pass. Which makes no sense, because I really think I'm passing the first exam. But the results aren't in yet. And the second exam is like, weeks away.
Oh. Look at the time. Need to be going.

Tuesday, March 05, 2002

I think I'll be starting a new blog. I've been thinking about it for a little while now, and I'll be thinking about it for a little longer, but I will probably do it. I hate posting one-paragraph entries on OD.

And I got 61% for my stats exam. This meaning I passed. How a-ma-zing is that ? I haven't flunked anything yet ! ('tis coming though, I can feel it)

Sunday, March 03, 2002

Forgot to mention they took the measure for the costums today at rehearsal.
Hate having anyone take any kind of measurement of my body.
I don't wanna go to sleep.
Oui, je sais que tant qu'à faire des tests qui donnent des résultats douteux, je devrais écrire, mais j'ai pas le goût. Suis pas de bonne humeur - mais quoi de neuf ?

Green



You are a very calm and contemplative person. Others are drawn to your peaceful, nurturing nature.




Find out your color at Stvlive.com!




Laughing time : me ? a calm person ? contemplative ? peaceful ? did you take a look at me ?

PG-13

Now we're getting somewhere - your actions are
now past pre-teen level, and you're beginning to
display some more mature content in your life


"Which Movie Classification Are You?"
Test created by Jamie - take it here.
Whew. HTML is hard work.
That wasn't supposed to be all centered, but I erased a part of the HTML of each letter code, and I don't feel like editing it. So yeah.
Yep, phone call done.

That deserves more tests.


So which letter of the alphabet matches YOUR personality, huh?

Ha. Great.
Not entirely false, though. I do show my nice side a lot of the time.
But I guess that I'm not a nice person.

Second position :


So which letter of the alphabet matches YOUR personality, huh?

Better.
Although "ditzy" isn't in my dictionnary and I'll have to check its meaning.
I'm still not a good person.

How about the third result ?


So which letter of the alphabet matches YOUR personality, huh?

Funny, huh ?

That test makes no sense, if you ask me. :)
But I took it, so I won't blame anyone who does . ;)

I'm going to the phone now. I swear. :)
And one more...



And few months ago I was totally against posting quizzes... But hey.

But I am not her. I think.
Hehe. But before I do make that phone call... :)




What is your meaning of life?


That's a... funny result.
L'hôpital était bizarre.
Il a beaucoup maigri, et il prend tellement de médicaments qu'il était gelé ben dur. Mais bon. J'en parlerai une autre fois.

Bravenet is down for the next few days, and ever since yesterday, and it's totally killing me not to be able to view my stats ! How horrible am I to feel this way ?

I dreamed I was in a computer game last night. It was funny.

Rehearsal was cool, although of course the singers have to dance. But this time I was expecting it. And it's not that bad anyway. I'm almost starting to like it.

I used my mother's car to go to rehearsal. It was weird. After using my (evil) car, a Sunbird, which has an average size, I used my father's, a Lumina - which is like a boat, as I may (or may not...) have mentionned here (or was it somewhere else ?) - I had to use my mother's Mazda Protégé, which is like, um, a tricycle ?

Oh ! I need to make a phone call ! (yay for blogs that remind you of things. 'Cuz I know someone who would've gone crazy wondering whether or not I was picking her up to go to school tomorrow morning.)