Don't forget ...

So I totally haven't posted in like, 4 months. And I'm for sure sorry about that. But it's not like I have scads of loyal followers or anything :P I dunno if anyone even reads this stuff. I mean like, everyone and their cat has a blog these days. So if you're reading this, that's cool, and I'm sorry for not writing sooner :)

So I'm in Bio right now. And I most definitely should be working on my genetic disorders project. But I'm feeling kinda ... bleh. I dunno. Not like, physically, just mentally. I don't really feel like working today. I know that's stupid, but I really can't help it. I worked really well yesterday, actually. The rest of the class misbehaved for the sub, but I was for sure on task, except for that three minutes on Facebook :P It's like, a teacher's rule. Whenever you give a class a work period on the computers, it's expected that at least some of them will spend a percentage of the time allotted on Facebook. For example, if I'm given 80 minutes of work period, I use perchance 15 of those 80 minutes up on Facebook. I'm hoping my Bio teacher isn't reading this :S

I'm listening to the new Demi Lovato album, it's absolutely awesome. It's a very good CD. She's got a stellar voice, how was she not discovered sooner??

Ack, principal >.<

Kay, so there's a ton of little kids in here too. Grade 10s I guess. They're in Computer Apps and it's like, mega boring. Haha at first I spelled borgin :D You have no idea how much that made me laugh. I actually LOLed, and people looked at me funny :S

(This post is becoming longer than I had planned.)

Ah, mail mergers. I recall learning about those. That was a good time and a half right there :P Poor little pukes. I mean ... angels? No, I definitely mean pukes. I for the most part loathe that class. They're all so friggin annoying! Well, not ALL of them. But like, 85% of them. It's like, okay, you're 15, how can you possibly think you're the coolest thing ever? I mean, you can barely drive :S It's stupid, three quarters of them have cells already. How gay is that? I got my first cell at like ... okay, I guess I was their age. But a) I was on pay-as-you-go (a bitch, btw) and b) Dad still monitored my usage and gave me heck if I went mega over my minutes. So like, how do these kids have unlimited this and unlimited that and unlimited everything that their parents pay for? WHAT ARE THEY LEARNING??

It's so much like Thor talking about how in Conrad's Heart of Darkness the main characters have no structure in their lives and so they all go crazy. SO basically, we're removing structure from these kids lives so they don't feel limited so that when they get out into the real world, they ... go crazy? Hmm. I'm sensing a flaw in this plan :S This is for sure not the American Dream.

Regardless. I'm outta here. I have like a ton of stuff to do and I should have been doing it instead of writing this freaking novel :P

Later days!
Manda/Adnam, because I don't discriminate against the dyslexic

10 random things about me ...

i have occasional irrational fears of the dark and/or monsters.
if I say "I'll call you", you should call me cause I'll forget.
i have a security blanket, that I made with my grandma.
i have a thing for choir guys.
i randomly quote songs.
my shampoo smells like green apple.
when I'm at home by myself, I leave all the lights on.
i have a tendency to stare blankly at walls for short periods of time.
i am perpetually NOT FUNNY.
i'm knocking off New Year's Resolutions like it's going out of style.

10 THINGS ABOUT MANDA [AGAIN]:

i lose the game (frequently).
i'm very meticulous about some things.
i hate touching gum before i put it in my mouth.
i try not to do homework after 10ish.
i love meeting new people.
i'm a hardcore mennonite XD
i have the most amazing friends in the world.
i'm a total choir dork.
i'm lousy at guitar.
i snort when i laugh too hard.

[YET ANOTHER] 10 THINGS ABOUT MANDA

i would fly you to the moon and back.
i don't know the past tense of "concussion".
i'm that girl with about 7 colors in her hair.
i am strongly against abortion.
i want hilary clinton to be the next president.
my cell > everyone else's cells.
i'm noisesome :]
i cry too easy.
its time to redefine your deophobic mind.
i adore paper shredders.

10 [more] things about Manda

my favorite color is teal.
i am in love with skinny jeans.
there's a squirrel in my attic.
i named him aberforth.
i have really really long fingers.
i'm a total harry potter junkie.
i'm a really good liar.
i like miley cyrus.
i LOVE pull-n-peel.
it took me 15 minutes to write this.

10 things about Manda ...

i have apposable thumbs.
i take too many pictures of myself.
i'm an alto.
i love froot loops.
matching socks creep me out.
i listen to christmas music all year round.
i still sleep with a teddy.
i'm developing a mild obsession with jared leto.
there's a wocket in my pocket.
i ♥ michael bublé.

brandon jazz!!

yaaay! we leave tomorrow. i've spent nearly half the day in bed TRYING to shake this cold so i won't be sick, but it appears there is no cigar when it comes to ditching this cold like a bad habit. it IS a bad habit. i ALWAYS get a cold just after operetta, apparently whether i'm performing or not.

ON THE TOPIC OF OPERETTA: i enjoyed doing make up, quite frankly. me and kat were going around and flaunting our supreme make up artist talents. well, no not really, but we joked between ourselves that we were son incredibly rad that it would seem egotistical to brag about our mad skills.

so maybe i'm glad thor didn't give me a part ... maybe? i don't know. i wish he would tell me WHY. did i get outvoted? i don't think so. was i not good enough last year? maybe. was it because i was behind in his class? probably not. (and if it was, that's effing retarded because rob was ALWAYS behind, even more than me, and he got leads all the time).

whatever. it's done. it's one less thing for me and mom to fight about, i suppose. we've been fighting A LOT lately, and it's kind of bogus. i wish she would stop trying to change ME and start trying to change HER. it's getting lame and annoying when she points out every single flaw i have and then when i dare to ask her a small little thing (example, please don't smoke upstairs, it makes me sick), she flys off the handle and calls me ungrateful or whatever and tells me i'm either a) moving in with dad (nice to know i have my own choice on where i live) or b) i'm not welcome in HER house anymore. whatever. she's so immature, it feels a lot of times like I'M the parent, and SHE'S the child.

i've really been realizing lately how much i need my friends. i've been leaning on them a lot recently, and i've noticed how much better i've felt. i know i need to stop trying to handle everything by myself, and i'm trying to change that. i'm finally ready to risk getting hurt if it means that i'll be happier in the end. and maybe i'll stop doing stupid things because of it.

and this was supposed to be a short post :P

but i've got to go. i have about a million and a half things to do. i need to get some laundry together ... i want to have a shower ... and i'm uber hungry. later days.

Life without music would Bm.

i'm an animated artist

i took this really cool personality test today. it's a really weird story on how i found it ...

okay, i was googling michael bublé. because, yeah, i'm like, in LOVE with him right now. he's fantastic. (but that's another post!) and i found some really good pictures of him at this one site and it was a blogger account. (freaky) so i read the post and it was about this girl from new york who was equally in love with michael bublé and so i read the post and she was really funny. so i was sorta skimming through her blog and then i came across a link to www.personaldna.com, and i was like, "hey, i'm bored, i'll scope it out."

so i did.

Animated Artist

it's a cool site, check it out. the test only takes a few minutes, it's a really unique way of finding out more about yourself. it's super detailed and pretty accurate too!

p.s.
oh ... and i changed my blog address because of it. i was tired of sounding like a three year old :P

p.p.s.
go to google, type in "find chuck norris" and click "i'm feeling lucky". the result is one of hilarious proportions.

goodbye my friend, until we meet again

i can't think of words
my brain isn't working now
so i'll write haiku.

:D

What do you say to taking chances?

Maybe Celine Dion was right. Maybe we should all take chances more often. I mean, what's the point of being afraid? It doesn't get you anything but a complex. Who in history ever got anything by running away or by backing down? By giving up? By caving under pressure? Well I'm not going to cave in, give up, back down, or run away. I'm going to stand my ground and take chances because it's my life. It's now or never. And I can do this.