i bought a tank top and a pair of capris (GASP). more importantly, i bought Yeah Yeah Yeahs' Fever To Tell, Radiohead's Hail To The Thief, and Neko Case's Fox Confessor Brings the Flood.
i could have bought way more cds, HMV is manipulative like that.
I went to an obligatory luncheon at the Rotary Club to read out my prize-winning poem to the judges/club members with 5 other winners. it was very, very, formal, there was a caterer and gourmet food and multiple forks on the table. there were a lot of old rich people, who we were told to mingle with. it was alarming because it was so formal and they treated us as if we had all just won nobel prizes (uhh.. yeah). we had to sing the canadian anthem and say the rotary "oath" before eating! that was just a tad scary.
i sat next to a grade 10 named Fiona, she was the sanest of the group. i never realized heather k is EXTREMELY annoying... and in my opinion, she doesn't really deserve 2nd place, but whatEVER.
anyway, i read out my poem and when i was done, some old ladies went "awwwwww, [sigh]". amusing.
when it was over, i got my measly money prize and shook some more hands and gave out an autograph (!!!). uhhhhhh i know what you're thinking.
when i came backto school to grab my report card, nobody asked how it went. well now they know.
after school we went to zach's house for some mindless entertainment. meh. roxy nearly killed me with a dart, that was the highlight of the day. we made a shitload of kraft dinner as usual and played soccer. i was in a super-shitty mood, but i hid it well. i can tolerate very few people in 11M. not that that's news, or anything.
im drifting from people and i don't like it, but what am i to do, demand that they change? change myself? yeesh.
1 comment:
sometimes drifting can be a funtional. it can throw you into a new direction.
i wish i could write things that people would want to hear and give me prize money for... :)
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