After the crazy riot that followed the end of the Stanley Cup finals, I have heard numerous people complaining about how they are embarrassed to be Canadian or to be Vancouverites. What the fuck? Seriously? Where’s your patronage to the true north strong a free? Suddenly you’re embarrassed of your Canadian identity because it’s been “tainted” by a couple of jackasses who shit up the city? I don’t know why, but something about that just feels so incredibly pathetic, and rude.
There’s this strong essence of bandwagon-ery and egotistical-ness that emits from that sentence these people utter.

It’s like watching a mother abandoning her child over something petty, like shitting their pants in public; So sad. Perhaps I’m reading to deeply into the sentence, but srsly, SHUT THE FUCK UP. DON’T BE EMBARRASSED, BECAUSE VANCOUVER WAS BORN THIS WAY [INSERT LADY GAGA SONG HERE]. Stop denying your identity as Canadians and Vancouverites for your own ego. Maybe that’s not the case, but that’s my perspective on things.

Ugh… I’m even procrastinating at procrastinating. Alright, I’ll let that marinate in your mind.

G’night
- super tired.

The Burrows won ;___; I'm not much of a sports fan, but when your city's team loses, it kinda hurts the ego. My English teacher must be having a ball right now, but most of the city is probably pretty bummed out.
Eh, whatevs. Time to study bio :/

before I get started, can I say WHY THE FUCK IS SHIT AT THE EVERYTHING FOR A DOLLAR STORE NOT ONE FREAKIN' DOLLAR? WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT?! HUH? SHIET . . . ok, I'm done.


Last day of school today! Hurrah! Obviously, with the school year ending and all, I didn’t really have any serious classes in the last week. In choir, all the students just got together and signed year books while watching YouTube videos. In English we watched Imaginaruim of Doctor Parnassus, which feature a bunch of famous actors that I can't recognize. During math, most students just chatted away rather than reviewing for the nearing exams. Today in socials, I enjoyed an odd game of dictionary. It started of social studies oriented, but it quickly veered into nonsense, and pop culture. The class was divided into four teams; Team Door, Team Win, Team 2L Coke Bottle, Team Goes to the Washroom at 1pm.

Back story on 1pm team? There’s this kid in my socials class who drinks a slushie everyday, which obviously sinks into has bladder rather quickly, yet punctually. Each day at 1pm, he’ll ask the teacher if he can go to the washroom.


OMG, I’m so bored. Today’s blog is not stimulating my miiiiind. Not to say that there is a lot to stimulate.

Yearbook signing is the hardest thing for me. You have to sit there with somebody's 2lb heavy weight while trying to think up of something kind and personal to write about this “friend” of yours.

“Didn't have too many classes with you this year, HAGS.”

Goddamn, I feel like a broken record. It’s funny, because I still feel obliged to ask other people to sign my yearbook “orz Most people just wrote some variation of “Don’t know ya too well, enjoy your summer.”
Besides the boring obliged signings, some of my classmates boosted my ego by complimenting me on how AWESOME I am B) Excessive compliments are always welcome, cause I’m so SHIT

No, serious, I am. I was in PE today, but since it was the last day of school, there wasn’t anything well organized for the day. We ended up splitting the gym into two general areas. One for volleyball, the other for some game called triple threat. This is a game where the class was split into two teams, and they would line up in a row. The facilitator would have a set of 3 different balls. One for handball, soccer, and basketball. They would toss one out into the court, and call out a number, this would identify which of the first few members would go out from each team to play. Does that make any sense? Not really important.

I started off playing volleyball, which was generally run by girls. I absolutely hate volleyball, I hate it with a passion. You have to flail your arms around trying to get this hard ass ball over a net, and while your hitting the ball, you buy yourself a fine set of bruises. I hate sports. I hate hate hate hate hate sports. Nothing more than a safety hazard. And yes, I am trying to make myself feel better for being unauthentic :E Anyhow, I ended up ditching the girls gym to see what was going on in the other gym. I was hesitant about going over there, because there were so many guys. For the last few minute of class, I played triple threat, but I was obviously awful at it In fact, I spent 100% of the time getting in the way of my team members. Eh, whatevs, I’m among the fittest in the girls class. STILL JUSTIFYING HOW MUCH I SUCK ;____;

I CAN PROBABLY BEAT YOU IN A 100 METER DASH(?)

KAY, ENOUGH OF ME BEING A LOSER TONIGHT

GO TO BED. OKAY? VERY GOOD.