One Week Later...

So, yeah. Like, I'm back at school and stuff. *Twirls hair.*
Happy news- my science mark has risen 17 points, so I'm no longer as in danger of failing. Even if the exam is as suckfuck as I imagine it'll be, I should be good to go. Writing indepth descriptions of ingredients in chemical tanning products that turn your intestines orange must be the key to success.
Also, I managed to get my damned Mi'kmaq Studies journal done. Necessity is indeed the mother of invention. I discovered this when I poked holes through 25 pieces of paper using a barbeque fork.
This weekend was not as nice as it could have been, because something happened which upset me and triggered something I didn't really want triggered. But I'm better now.
Actually, I feel a bit guilty that I'm generally alright, as everyone else is so stressed out.
Though I'll have my fill of stress soon enough. I detest studying and am no good at it, you see.
Wanted to go see Big Fish with Jennah, but that didn't work out. A shame, it looks uberspiffy. It has Ewan MacGregor and Steve Buscemi, man.
I like Steve Buscemi.
Do I know why?
No I do not.

I was randomly watching Purple Rain last night- bits of it anyway. It sucked warm sick through a short straw, but despite that...
If you ignore the fact that Prince is on it, isn't this the coolest bike ever?
I mean, it's purple and has a spiffing symbol on it. I want, I do.

Have decided that the novelthing about Alison and co. I've been brooding about wouldn't work as a novel, but as a T.V. show.
... I hate my muses. -_-



Which Pirates of the Caribbean character are you?

Wish I was as pretty as Jack. Myeh.

So... this entry was remarkably uninspired.
...I think I'll go to bed now.

~Jehane

'"God does not play games with His loyal servants," said the Metatron, but in a worried tone of voice.
"Whooo-eee," said Crowley. "Where have you been?"' - Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett