OKAY. SO I LIED MY ASS OFF. I can't be bothered to move all my entries (they aren't important anyway) so I'm just moving back to my old diary without any new entries. Now, the question I must ask myself is wether I should delete all my old entries on that diary. But I don't think I will. Anyways... GO HERE. All the people I don't have added on that account, I'm adding you. Ha. Add me back bitch.

It's 11:12. That pretty late for a school night. After all, it's Sunday. But no, It is... Thanksgiving. Yep, so I don't have school tomorrow. And on Tuesday, I go in late (at 10:00) and on Wednesday, I go in at quarter to nine, but get out at 12:00. And then on Thursday and Friday, I'm off. So I have two uber long weekends! Yay. I just came home from hockey. We won... 3-0. Yay. It was weird -- we played against my old team. I don't know why they transfered me, considering now they're pretty weak. But nonetheless, I'm glad I got traded, just because I'm having more fun on this team. I know more people. Normally, I would be in bed by now. I probably won't be up too late, just because I get tired so early (because I'm attuned to getting up early-ish). Tomorrow I will start the long and labour-inducing task of transfering all my entries over to my old diary. Methinks. But, I also have two movies to watch (I rented Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, Blade, and Blade II. I've watched Hitchhikers, so it's on to mah vampy movies. Ja. _Amanda

So. Today: Yoga. Oh yes. Amanda the Yoga MASTA is out to get you. I lied. I do have yoga, but I'm not a yoga MASTA (out to get you). OMG! Thats so wonky! I see Krista's s/n. (Hurridly signs onto e-messenger to talk to her) ...Huh... doesn't look likes she's on MSN... Anyways... I'm sorry my darling, I've been neglecting you. Aww... *pets* don't worry. I'll love you for ever (or untill my mom gets me a real diary) Okay, I lied (again), I will never abandon you! Or maybe I will. But I'll get a new one, I swear. Just because, you know, I abandoned my old diary. But, I'm actually contemplating re-opening that one up. Just because I don't like this screen name. I think That would go over well. Maybe I'll starttranfering my entries today. What do you guys think? Huh? Huh? Hehe. Well, if/when I do, it'll probably when I get back from yoga (around 11:30) okay? Heh. Bye.

Okayyyy, I need to find a job. Yes... A JOB. So I'm looking for something (ANYTHING REALLY.) near me, accessable by bus and NOT A FAST FOOD JOINT. Oh yes. The search is on.

You know what I... dislike? When someone you don't know adds you as a friend. I'm like.. "Uh?" I think I'll comment on her diary and be like "Why'd you add me?" But anyways... I think I'm going to start keeping track of what I'm eating. Not because I'm dieting or anything... but because I want to start eating healthier. So. Here goes: Sunday, OCT. 7th. 1. Caeser salad w/ crutons (they were soggy) and bacon bits. 2. Party mix (sun chips, cheesies and doritos) 3. Yoghurt (vanilla) 4. Chocolate milk (I've been drinking chocolate milk all day) And I think thats it so far. Uh.. yeah... thats all? Jack: Do you read The Bible, Teal'c? Teal'c: It is a signigicant part of your culture. Have you not read The Bible, O'Neill? Jack: Of course... Actually I'm listening to it on tape. Don't tell me how it ends.

So, it's 8:36 and Dragonball GT is droning on in the backround. Both my parents are in bed, my mom because she's really tipsy, my Dad because he's watching the hockey game. Okay, on spare today, me, Laura and Nikki had the weirdest conversations (which resulted in Nikki almost falling over... again.) AND. Me and Nik got pulled out of class to talk about our "Negative Tension," deserving of capitals and all. Okay, the truth it, there is no Negative Tension. It's me being me and Nikki being... whatever the heck Nikki is. But nonetheless, I have decided that I will (try) to be nice to Nikki during class. Oh yes. I got my lowest mark of the school year today. I got... 75% Okay. I'm not really complaining. I mean come on, 75% really isn't a bad mark. So yeah, I'm not really upset. We also did bed baths today. Hahaha. Nikki had to bath me. Which resulted in laughing way too much. I'm stuck with bathing her on Monday. Hmm... what else? Oh yes. Tomorrow, I have yoga. And then Jess is coming over. And then I have violin on Sunday, which Jess is coming to. In between all this, I have like, 50 pages of notes to make. Oh. Fun. Thats all? Bye. Teal'c: What is an Oprah?

HI. MY NAME IS AMANDAAAA. Blehhhh. I'm boredededed. What have I done lately? Homework. Ohh fun. Okay, I've actually been slacking in the homework department. I really have to get my ass going. Today, I went to Marks Work Warehouse and got a cute pair of black scrubs. The pants are size XS and the top is size S. WTF? I am nowhere near an XS or S. My tops are always either a medium or large and my pants are usually a medium. Thaz messed up. Anyways, in class we've been learning tranferring clients, moving them, bed making, bedmaking with someone in the bed nd now we are learning... bed baths. Oh yes. Thats hot. Guh. Sam: Where's Daniel? Jack: Ernest is showing him a new toy. Sam: Really, what? Jack: Just some fancy light show that may be the key to the universe or something.

I'm currently writing notes on Body Mechanics. CAN THIS GET ANY MORE BORING? Yesterday I had my first hockey game of the season.And usually after starting hockey I'm really sore. But I woke up today and I wasn't! I thought "It's probably the yoga." because it probably is. Also, on Saturday we had our little "Stargate-a-thon" and it was really fun. Meagan and Krista finally realized that my dog was nuts, that Jack and Daniel together was cute and that if theme music ever comes into the picture... RUN. Other then that, nothing really happened. /edit Look at this: Okay. Now, to get faster shipping, kill people. Okay, I know what it means but it's still funny. /tide Jack: I hope you diplomatically told him where to shove it.

I just realized my entry title sounds alot like 'gospel'. Oh well. It is 9:18 in the morning, and my feet are effin' cold. I have bad circulation.I should watch that. I don't want to get gangrene. Hahaha. I have my second yoga session today, and then Krista and Megan are coming over... for the giant Stargate-a-thon-with-some-Firefly. Then, tomorrow, I have my first hockey game. I hope I actually know someone on the team, since SAM FUCKIN' SOLD OUT AND NOW PLAYS REP. What a WHORE. She knows it too. Every time i pass her in the hall (albiet, which isn't alot of times, considering I only have one classroom) I give her a dirty look and tell her I hate her. So yes, no violin this week. Which makes me sad because I have the pieces down pat. But then again, it's okay, because my ritual "holy shit violin lesson is in five minutes hurry and do last minute practice!" can wait a whollleeee week. Which means my pieces will be PERFECTO. OMG! I'mma do some music terminology! Looky! Minuet - An elegant dance in triple (3/4) time, the minuet was very popular during the Classical period. Some symphonies from that time have an entire movement written in the minuet style. OKay, one of my pieces this week was Bachs first minuet, and it was... my first minuet. It's actually a cute song. Tempo - The word is Italian for "time." In music, it means the speed at which music is performed. Some tempo markings are general (e.g., "largo," "andante") but some are quite specific (e.g., 96 beats per minute). In Bachs (I keep wanting to spell it 'Back') it's 66 beats per minute (I have no clue how fast that is, considering he didn't really tell me). And the tempo of the last line is the same as the first (just because during the middle you get a smooth ritandandablooflagloo line) Ritenendo un po' - (Italian, literally 'deduct a little') becoming a little slower Guh, we use this all the time and my violin teacher likes to make a big flourish of saying it. Ritenendo un po'! BLah blah blah. It just means ya slow down. Accent - a surface emphasis or stress given to a moment in the musical flow THESE SUCK. I HATE THEM. Stacatto - (Italian, literally 'detached') a dot above the note indicating that the note thus marked should be shortened to half its written length, the second half replaced with silence Okay, I HATE THESE TOO, but they aren't as bad. Thats like, all I remember from music. Maybe if I get/remember more terms, I'll do more. Sam: Where's Daniel? Jack: Ernest is showing him a new toy. Sam: Really, what? Jack: Just some fancy light show that may be the key to the universe or something.

I come bearing photos, like I said I would. Bwaha. Here: Oh yeah, I'm a punk. Music change: Miyavi - Coin Rockers Baby I think I covered up the flash for this photo. WTF is up with this song. No wonder I never listen to it. Music change: Malice Mizer - Sadness Thats an Amanda expression. That one isn't though. WTF? Aren't I cute? Byee. Sam: Sir, if you don't mind, your wound is bleeding all over my lab.

I am wearing make-up. Actually, it kind of stings. And I think I look weird. I took some pictures so maybe I'll upload them tomorrow. Tomorrow we're having some public health guy come in and then we get to leave at lunch time. Sha-wing. Me and my mom were chatting about all the cute boys we see on television. Our conversation went something like this: Me: So, Grissoms pretty hot, eh? Mom: (glances at me) Yeah... for an old guy. Me: (shrug) Eh. What about House? Mom: Nah, not him, I don't like his attitude. Me: I'm talking about basing it on looks. Mom: Nope. Me: Oh. Well I think he's pretty cute. (at this point in time, Greg walks in on-screen) Me: Mmm, oh! He's wearing a suit. (he was wearing a suit jacket) Mom: With a t-shirt under it. Me: Mom, he's Greg, he can do that. So what do you think about Chase (from House). Mom: (nodding) Yeah, he's a cutie. (looking back, this is vaugly disturbing) Me: Ohhh yeah. Really cute. Really really cute. Mom: But I thought you liked that other one? Me: Who? Mom: On CSI. Me: Greg? Mom: Yeah. Me: Ohhh, him too. But Chase is only 26, I could swing that (I actually said "swixx" and then we laughed about it). Mom: Ahh. We talked some more, but it was more about how dad was old and bald but we love him anyway. That was weird, actually. Sam: The only thing we can assume is that Anubis didn't keep his deal with Daniel. Jack: That's a shock, eh?

Love. It's a sort of sticky subject, isn't it? Maybe I shouldn't be calling it love. I should be calling it like. Okay. Like. It's a sort of sticky subject, isn't it? You get your regular feelings of lonliness and all that jazz associated with being a teenager in need of someone of something to grasp onto. But what worried me is this: I haven't had a boyfriend since *ponders* June or so, --maybe before that, I just remember it was hot out-- and, mind you, I'm not yearning for someone by my side, I'm not unhappy because I'm single, I'm not sad because 'nobody loves me' and I'm not going to go and get depressed over it, however, if someone were to say they like me, I wouldn't be objected. Now, what I'm wondering here, is that, since I haven't had a boyfriend in a while, if someone were to come along and say they liked me, would I go out with them just to satisify my need not to be lonely? I wonder that. On the other hand... it would depend on the person. But oh well. Lately I've been wondering what the heck I'm doing. If I ever want someone to like me in a romantic way I'm going to have to stop acting like an annoying whackjob. But then again, I don't really hang around boys at all. I used to hang around with Nikki and Randy and that group, but I haven't lately, because I've been hanging around with Krista and Kirstin. Am I upset about this? Not really. K&K (because you never have one without the other) are fun people to be around, not to mention kind of funny in their own way, and they're good kids. So, no, I don't. But then again, in less then a months time I won't be going to school at all. Which means virtually no boys (face it Amanda: you never get invited anywhere by anyone.) which means there isn't even a smidgen of a chance for anything remotely romantic. Okay, SO I could sort of care less. Yeah, I could. But then again, with teenage romance abound everywhere, I can see how people think it might be a downer. Okay, I think I'm done. Comment, if you please. ¢¾ Teal'c: The destruction of the hammer device in order to save my life may have caused this. If so, I am responsible. Jack: General, I gave the order. Daniel: I fired the staff weapon. Sam: And... I was there. edit For the past hour and a half I've been looking for some random Stargate website. I remember looking at the URL and seeing "jacksrubberducky" and it's the only thing I have to go by. Sigh. /tide edit OMFG, I FOUND ITTTT♥♥♥ /tide

The most terrifying thing happened last night. And I mean, it was absolutly terrifying. I was watching the The Sentinel, around 10:40 or so, and I got upstairs to the bathroom. As I'm washing my hands I hear this kind of weird sound, you know, the sound that your dog makes when he's puking. But it wasn't coming from my dog. It was coming from my mom. I waited at her door to make sure (she was in bed) and when I was, I rushed in and of course, shouted "Mom!" and saw what was happening. She was trying to cough, the gross liquid kind of coughs, where something comes up with it, and since she was lieing flat on her back she couldn't get it out while sleeping. I kept talking to her, while rolling her on her side (I actually had started this right away) and while doing so, my Dad woke up and helped me. She woke up and coughed, said she was alright and went back to sleep. I was still scared. Jeeze, anything could have happened to her. She could have suffocated on her own phlem. She could have choked and died. I went to bed not long after but I didn't slep that well, I kept waking up and checking her beathing to make sure it was steady. Later on (before I went to bed) I put something together. What if mom has CHF? I would never have noticed it if I hadn't realized that maybe she could. When she wakes up I'm going to ask her about some of the things thats been happening to her. I know for a fact that she's been spitting up sputum, because it's brown. Brown is not the normal colour for spit. On the other hand, it could be because of her smoking, but I don't think so. There are other things I can ask. And if I find maybe, three things that are associated with CHF I think I'll ask her if she can go and get a chest x-ray, just to be sure. I might be over-reacting, but better safe then sorry. She's my mom after all, and I love her way to much to let something like this pass.

Oh. Oh.. It's comin' just wait. Guhhh. Nevermind. Sorry. I had to sneeze. Today I have two tests. I had handwashing (hehe) and terminology (bleh). I got 85% on handwashing and perfect on terminology. Yay? I have a media assignment to present tomorrow. And an infection control test on Monday. But I'm happy. It's fun. I did some notes of the musculoskeletal system last night, and I'm hoping to finish them today, because I have to make notes on the integumentary system, to be prepared for when we move on. Does anyone get the feeling that I'm being a giant... NERD? Daniel: So we'd be looking for a needle in a haystack. Thor: A haystack of infinite size. Daniel: That's big.

Uhg. Hold on. Brb. Okay, back. I have alot of homework to do. Don't you hate that? The only time I've had this much homework so far is the very first week of class. What do I have to do? 1. Take notes on the Muscle-Skeletal system. 2. Takes notes on Muscle-Skeletal disorders. 3. Study for Terminology (test tomorrow) 4. Read article on uber-bugs. 5. Finish my media assignment (two articles, due Wed.) Thats it. But it seems like alot. I'll probably stay up untill 1 or so tonight trying to get it all done and such, but then again, I don't have to wake up untill 9:15 tomorrow. And then I have another half-hour to do what needs to be done. Today we did a Health Care Equipment workshop, witht he PSW course. These are adults. They were more immature then we were. Guh. Hehe, I wanted to use the Hoyer lift though, that would have been cool. Anyways... I did yoga on Saturday. That was an adventure. But I liked it, it was fun and relaxing. Then I had violin on Sunday. I got a new song, and a quarter of a song (I have around eight bars.). They aren't terribly hard, but with everything else going on. Bleh. I'm spoiling myself by being on the computer right now. Anyways, thats about it. I'm out. Daniel: This tastes like chicken. Sam: So what's wrong with it? Daniel: It's macaroni and cheese. edit I DON'T GET IT. WHAT MAKES THEM HATE ME? AM I REALLY A BAD KID? WHY CAN'T THEY LOVE ME? /tide

Okay, I've decided I'm going to be a total cheese. At the end of every entry I'll out in a quote, okay? It's going to be a SG-1 quote (thats where the cheese comes in.) Most of you probably won't get it but oh well. I'm taking them all from imdb.com so if you want to see more just go there. You probably won't, however. Daniel: She's Hathor, the goddess of fertility, inebriety, and music. Jack O'Neill: Sex, drugs, and rock & roll?

I just finished watching Bowling for Columbine. That movie is so... sad. It's incredibly sad to see the state of the world today. The state of a "fine nation" (and I'm really stretchin' it here) like the good ol' US of A. Godd Bless America. Uncle Sam. KFC. Okay, not the last one. I don't find it hard to believe at all that some people (some, I am in no way generalizing the US population) are brain washed to believe guns are a way to protect themselves. Against what? Okay, burglers. Thiefs, rapists, vandelisim. In the American constitution it states the right to bear arms. Guns in every home across the states. Okay, we have guns in Canada. We have like, seven million guns. But our Murder rate by gun is under 200 people per year. The states? Near 12,000. Thats saying something. I would love to go to the states, to New York, to stand up on Broadway, in Times Square and ask what the hell are they doing. Because something is wrong down there if a six year old is shot by a classmate, something is wrong is two boys, a little odler then myself can walk into an American Highschool, somewhere that we're supposed to be safe and kill 12 teenagers and a teacher. Something is definitly wrong. I wish I could do something about it.

You know, during the summer I was kind of depressed. Things just werent going you know? It was a kind of depression that comes with being bored. So I suppose it wasn't really depression at all, more like a sadness born out of a severe lack of nothing to do. Now that school has started I'm alot happier. I have things to do, I've been talking to people and socializing and seeing cute boys around school. I realized I missed alot alot of kids from class. Like Krista and Kirstin. Jeeze! Those guys are hilarious. They always put up with me, and tormenting them is so fun. I missed Cavell too. Cavelly, I missed you. Heehee. We have the weirdest conversations her and I. So, lets list the things Amanda must do this week. (I'm taking most of this directly out of my agenda.) Saturday 1. Wake up by 8:15. 2. Do your morning shizzat. 3. Take bus to north end. 4. Yoga (10:00-11:00) 5. Go home, yo. 6. Work vigorously on Allegretto. 7. Break violin in frustration [1] 8. Go to Blockbuster 9. Buy Stargate while there. 10. Hound mom to buy baking goods for cookies. 11. Succeed. 12. Hound mom to buy other sweets. 13. Decision is as of yet, unknown. 14. Come home. 15. Jump about, then play more of Allegretto with newly repaired violin. Sunday 1. Get up by 10:00 2. Do monring shizzat. 3. Practice Allegretto one last time. 4. Leave at 1:00 for south side. 5. DO NOT FORGET VIOLIN. 6. Arrive at violin teachers house. 7. Shrug and explain THIS SONG SUCKS MONKEYS. 8. Get assigned new song and/or get told to keep practicing. 9. Go home. 10. Shower. 11. Yawn/go to bed early. Monday These will be signifcantly smaller 1. Wake up at 7:30 2. Do morning shizzat. 3. Get to school by 8:45. 4. Attend "Health Care Equipment" workshop. 5. Eat a lunch you don't like. 6. Attend rest of school day. 7. Come home. 8. Collapse in nice/warm/comfy bed. 9. Wake up. 10. Eat. 11. Compy. 12. Sleep. Tuesday 1. Wake up at 9:00 2. Get to school by 10:00. 3. Complete Handwashing test perfectly. 4. Complete terminology test perfectly. 5. Go home. 6. Collapse in nice/warm/comfy bed. 7.Wake up. 8.Eat. 9. Compy 10. Sleep. (The rest of my week is noneventful as far as I know.) [1] = This song frustrates the heck out of me, which is why I will break my violin. I'm done. Thats a long entry.

Mmm, Gackt's voice... shmexy. What did I do for the past couple of days? Tests. Thats right folks! I did tests. Two of them so far, then I have one tomorrow and two on Tuesday. MY GOD. My test yesterday was on the cardiovascular system. Today it was on safety. Tomorrow is the practical and theory test on vital signs. On Tuesday it's the handwashing and terminology test. Thats right. A test for... terminology! Haha. Music Change: Malice Mizer - S-concious The lyrics in this song are really fucked. It's like "I smell a rat/ Why can't you understand?/ Alright./Cut it out/Cut it out/Why me?" I'm like, "Gackt, what are you on?" So yes. I'm only worried about the vital signes test that is tomorrow. (Heavy breathing from Gackt.) Why? Because... well, just because. Blood pressure, respirations and pulse are kind of heard to do. Respirations especially. Why? Because you have to watch somes chest for a minte, while looking at the time. Oh yeah. Every time I tried to practise on my parents my mom would start laughing/hicupping. Why? Because she's drunk. Thats why. Music Change: Malice Mizer - Transylvania She's also supposed to be making my chicken strips. OH yeah, not to mention I start yoga on Saturday, and I haven't gotten my violin song down pat for Sunday. Like... HOLY CRAP Guh. Can we say hectic? I don't think my life has ever been so hectic. Bye.

My headache has yet to actually go away. It's kind of... faded but never actually gone away. You know? It's a weird sort of feeling. Tyler is sitting beside me asking me inane questions. Anyways... I'm at school, if you hadn't noticed by now, it's third period (Well, it's really fourth period but seeing as it's a week 2 it's third period). I'm kind of bored. Okay, I'm really bored. -- At lunch today I didn't go outside with 'the gang' instead I went to the caf with Krista, Kirtsin and Jeanette. I had fun. I think I'll do it again, and by going to the caf it gives me time to eat. The only thing is that when my spare is finally at it's normal time (being the period before lunch) I'll have to move from wherever I am (Probably the library -- where I am now) up to Kirstins locker. Alright, I'm just talking nonsense here to take up time because I'm bored out of my MIND. So yeah... maybe I'll do some stupid qizzes or surveys or some shit like that.