rosemary, heaven restores you in life

there's so much MUSIC going on in my house right now. the kitchen/living room stereo is blaring Edith Piaf (for my mom). my sister is listening to the radio. my computer speakers are playing Regina Spektor songs.

right.

i saw mark yesterday during my community service block in the school office. woah. i think he's coming back to my school (he tranferred out a year ago). it was weird cause we looked at each other but we didnt say anything. he followed swainey [counsellor] to his office.

whenever i see people i know from years ago, like from grades six/seven, i get all wistful. what am i wistful/nostalgic about? i don't know. dammit, i want to be in grade seven again.

(this is irrational.)

in grade seven, i went to a dingy little elementary school with less than 300 kids altogether. we went to mac's for lunch every single day and had slurpees. during may/june, we watched 2002 World Cup Soccer (hosted by Japan/Korea) religiously. my sister and i woke up at 3am easily so we could watch the match live. MAN. if i have ever gotten even close to being homesick for korea, that was it, watching the games and seeing the huge crowds of red shirts. [if you missed out big on the 2002 world cup, korea kicked ass majorly... not to mention that the games were actually hosted there. i guess you had to be part of it all.]

whenever korea won a game, all the korean kids in my school (which consisted of a bunch of pw people and others) wore red the next morning and went crazy. we weren't really the only ones - people paraded on robson street whenever we won a game. the radio even reported about them amusedly. true story.

korean people are patriotic. what can i say.
that was some fun times.

... the first 2006 World Cup Soccer game starts this month. damn right. things aren't going to be the same as they were in grade seven, though. man, grade seven ruled so much. i miss all of them. i wish they were the people they were in grade seven. now, i only talk to one person from my elementary school on a regular basis.

gahhh nostalgia. i feel ancient.