<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:53:36.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Tofu Love Story...</title><subtitle type='html'>this is just about my life and things viewed from my notsaglic and cynical persepective..enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108836604159526371</id><published>2004-06-27T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T14:54:01.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday, June twenty seventh, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Darkest Hour- Save a Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errrrr, darkest hour was supposed to play at the foundation in late june, but it was postponed until october because they are doing ozzfest right now, puh. i was really looking forward to them too. darn&lt;br /&gt;the concerts im going to this summer are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;Warped Tour&lt;br /&gt;Mike's band, (i dont know their name...) at the Last Class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i of course am most looking forward to warped tour, its going to be sooooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just spent the last couple of hours cleaning my room, and now it is spotless. so bravo to me. my only incentive to continue cleaning was that my dad said he would give me 50 bucks to spend at chapters, and there are so many books i want to buy. well actually, only a few. my top is The Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, about drugs and stuff, my brother has the movie, but i havent actually sat down and watched it yet. like how i havent watched The Return of the King, of the final Matrix. its just so much effort, and i would probably fall asleep anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i think im going to baileys to swim, and chill with rebecca and lauren henderson. it should be fun, at least I HOPE it will be fun. yesterday was lees bon fire and im glad i didnt go. the only ppl there were lisa,alexei,sean,ashley and lee so i would have sort of felt left out. like all they did was smoke weed i think, and well...im not too crazy about weed. it makes me cough like mad. and besides, i dont think lee likes me, and if he does, he is doing a good job disguising it. i dont know, he just hasnt been that nice to me lately. im so glad adam didnt go yesterday and hook up with ashley irwin, i had my self convinced he was going to go, and i even got to the point where i didnt even care if they went out. tomorrow im going to toronto to go see a some battle of the bands, no doubt that the bands wont be that great. (oooh i forgot to add this one to my CONCERTS list). johne's band was originally playing, but they broke up for whatever reasons...probably "creative differences". we are also shopping, but its not like i have any money to really spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im off, im going to go eat some food&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108836604159526371?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108836604159526371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108836604159526371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108836604159526371' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108809450308199121</id><published>2004-06-24T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T11:28:23.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday, June twenty fourth, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Death Cab for Cutie- Lightness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah hey, its 12 13 and i was just reading "Go Ask Alice", the real life diary of a drug addict, its pretty good. probably because its all non fiction, so it makes you think. i had the most horrid thought this morning. my dog ran away and i was searching for him in my backyard, and the first thing i thought was "how many days do you think i would have to mourn before i could go out?"...that isnt normal, especially from me. i dont know why i thought that, and its absolutely morbid and just thinking about thinking that is making me feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days ago we went biking to the beach, and then up to the government docks. it was so much fun, but my crotch is killing me. we first just chilled at the beach, played some football (i suck, but I AM going to improve, i have too) and then biked to the ice cream place where i got cotton candy icecream soooo good. after we went walking through the ponds at sunnidale, and through the fountains by the water front. it was brilliantly fun! if i saw us from a distance, i would have said we were so dumb and immature, but it really doesnt matter. after we went biking all the way to the governemnt docks, AND MY CROTCH IS KILLING ME! i thought it felt like i had sex for the first time, BUT NO it feels like i got raped for the first time, so much pain and im probably bruised. as we were riding i kept screaming "I NEED A BREAK, I NEED A BREAK" and moaning and groaning and i probably sounded so dumb but oh boy, i really needed that break. not that my legs were super tired, it was my crotch that was in need. after matthew gave me his bike, and it was like heaven. It was like you were being raped by some crummy drunk man, and then you switched to having sex with the love of your life. We went back to leannas and swam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, michelle and i volunteered at jackies moms school, where we chaperoned these kids on their field trip. ughhh, it was so boring. my pelvic discomfort made the movie worse that it already was. we got 7 hours of community service, which i guess is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off though, im really hungry. i think i will eat, its now 12 28, but i havent been writing straight. i sort have been reading inbetween. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah later&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108809450308199121?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108809450308199121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108809450308199121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108809450308199121' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108792189906327626</id><published>2004-06-22T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T11:31:39.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday, june twenty second, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening- the early november, something that produces results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, well, well its 12 12 and i am now out of bed. soojin phoned me way too early at 11 ish, and when i was only grunting yes or no with her questions, she figured it was too early to talk to me and told me she would phone me later, good. but i couldnt go back to sleep because i kept thinking of awful things right before dozing off, things i wouldnt want to dream about so i forced myself to stay awake. awful things not worth typing here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we might go to the beach today, but its up for discussion. it isnt supposed to be THAT nice out, and it might rain, but if the skies are clear i dont see any harm in going. we can just lie on the beach, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im actually over adam. yah i still think he is so hawt, and what nots, but i dont think i actually REALLY like him, for him. i think i know the point where i stopped liking him for his dry sense of humour and his shy demeanor, its when he started working out, and i never saw him at lunch. so probably around february, where i only liked him for his gorgeuous body, and great hair. i think i just made him seem better than he was, because its easier to obesess over looks than actually get over someone. maybe im finally getting the closure that rachel and i only dreamed of for me. yah, he is still hot, but i know he is a boring jerk who isnt worth my time. And sure, i am aware that when i go to seans party this weekend, and see him, i will go all googly eyes, and when i see him with other girls i will feel like testing my self defense skills, but that is something i will just have to deal with. and heck i know i will get drunk just so i can hit on him all night without feeling guilty, or any other suspician. but through all of us, through all my schemes to call him, and to swim at his house i know deep down that i am over him. and thats really the only thing that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108792189906327626?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108792189906327626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108792189906327626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108792189906327626' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108779243747446495</id><published>2004-06-20T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T23:33:57.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fathers day!&lt;br /&gt;Listening: dashboard confessional, vindicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, its been such a long time since ive written here. im not sure why i stopped, i just thought it was pathetic to pour my heart out to a computer. so instead i just kept things bottled up inside, and just thought real deep about things. i didnt draw any major conclusions from my deep thoughts, just more confused accusations. so im back to write out my life for you (and when i say you, i mean michelle)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, school is over, im sooooo happy! well sort of. im going to miss ppl. school is such a good social activity, god im going to miss that aspect. of course the annoying teachers, and endless ISUs and science labs make me happy school is through! but it just seems so much easier opening up a paragraph about school saying "YES ITS DONE" then "ahhhh i miss it!". and in the end, everyday felt the exact same, every day i did the exactly same routine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;civics- annoy whole class by talking to justin extra loud, thinking about how hungry i am&lt;br /&gt;science- most awaited class, science..with adam. our best subject was always chemistry..&lt;br /&gt;drama- fake laugh with jason and lee (it got quite beleivable), dodge Richard and Neil&lt;br /&gt;lunch- veggie pizza and selected drink, library&lt;br /&gt;english- talk with graham, have a countdown to when school is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it was done. the same every day, rarely changing. yah sometimes i got the poutine instead of the pizza, and even somedays i actually fed geuinine laughs to jason and lee, but on the most part it was the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of our friendships are falling apart. like i said before, beginning of the year, when the whole elyse and i battle for adam thing was happening...we are such a bunch of phonies. well, not so much anymore. before we just ignored the fact that we were disfunctional, and now we acknowledge it, but do nothing. so it makes you think which one is really worse? or if there is even really a difference? it makes me so mad how no one tells anything to anyone, and you have to find out all of lifes secrets from the 2nd degree friend. i think i went through the degrees before, and i havent, i will later. its so stupid how ppl cant be honest with eachother. and its not that ppl are deliberately lying to eachother, no thats not it, its the fact that no one lets eachother into their lives. and maybe, im just naive too, how i bash and rash here, what no one reads (again, except dear michelle, god bless her lol). i guess the smart thing for me to do would just to tell everone how i feel, but its not worth the energy. not that i dont think our friendship is worth anything, its just that i have tried and gotten now where, so what will one more time do? maybe i should do an exposee on this&lt;br /&gt;"HONOUR ROLL STUDENTS: their secret lives within lies" of course i would think of a better, brilliant title, but for now...that will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im off, not like a prom dress, or a moped, just off.&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108779243747446495?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108779243747446495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108779243747446495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108779243747446495' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108569019130886194</id><published>2004-05-27T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T15:36:31.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May something, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Death cab for cutie, passenger seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;lets do a quick recap&lt;br /&gt;-got high for the first time&lt;br /&gt;-got drunk twice&lt;br /&gt;-only got a 78 on my english ISU&lt;br /&gt;-track meets, made it to zones,GBS, and ofsaa regionals&lt;br /&gt;-lee supposedly likes me&lt;br /&gt;-i still like adam, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;-now im infuatuated with my sprinting god Jeff Hicks, and Shelby&lt;br /&gt;-still failing civics quizzes&lt;br /&gt;-was elected grade 11 rep&lt;br /&gt;-slacking so much in science and just school in general&lt;br /&gt;-school is almost over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i have hw to do seeeee yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108569019130886194?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108569019130886194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108569019130886194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108569019130886194' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108362649684048891</id><published>2004-05-03T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T18:25:43.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>March third, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Outkast-Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesssss, done english ISU! i was up until 12 30 finishing it, ugh. once i get enough motivation to start something, i could go for hours, im lucky that way. its just getting the motivation to start, that takes forever. im fairly smart, in the sense that i can trick my mind a lot. i can just tell myself something, and i will beleive it. its sort of like im a schizophrenic, but im not. as a kid i wanted to have mulitple personalities. it would sort of be rad. if you had a few good personalities. i would hate it if i was finally schizo and i had one bad dominating personality, that over ruled the other ones, now that would suck. i think it would be cool if you were a schizophrenic and you wrote a book, and the different personalities would reflect through the writing, now that would be cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just called me parents in the hopes that they will go and buy some new books for me, but alas they werent in a book buying area. future shop to be precise. anywho, i want to buy the books&lt;br /&gt;1) sixteen, megan mccaferty's new book!&lt;br /&gt;2) the da vinici code, heard raving reviews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im offffff, going to play tennis! im surprisingly in the mood!&lt;br /&gt;see yah later!!&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108362649684048891?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108362649684048891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108362649684048891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108362649684048891' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108351069819623422</id><published>2004-05-02T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T10:15:59.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May second? two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Weezer- El Scorcho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"god damn you half japanese girls, you do it to me everytime, oooo the red head said to shred the chello, and im jello baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo its 11:04, and im already doing hw and ooooh man i just want it all to disappear. its so lame i hate hate hate hate it so much! actually, i dont hate english, i hate being a procrastinating petunia. the journal im writing sucks right now so much, its annoying and its not even funny. so far my best joke is...&lt;br /&gt;"....When someone is done drinking Mountain Dew, after is it called Mountain Did?"&lt;br /&gt;OOO ZING! &lt;br /&gt;har dee har har.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i went out with jannah and drew, even though i vowed to stay inside and finish all my homework, and nooooow im suffering because i still have 3 days worth of homework to do and only one dreary sunday. this blows, more than...*insert oral sex joke here*. but oh well, on friday i didnt go to lee's and as jackie says "chronic it up!", no instead i went to the mall and bought...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a purse&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a new cd, BEN KWELLER&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a shirt, a little ragtags&lt;br /&gt;they are all rad fads, something a cool tool would buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways im gone, i need to finish this killer journal&lt;br /&gt;(killer meaning bad, not good)&lt;br /&gt;SAM* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108351069819623422?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108351069819623422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108351069819623422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108351069819623422' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108335947420863954</id><published>2004-04-30T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T16:15:33.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>March the big thirty, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Dallas Green- Sam Malone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, english work sucks so much! i hate homework i really do, and i want to kick myself everytime i remember the days when i was so young and careless when i requested homework from my teacher because i thought it was cooler than cool. i also regret the days when i said "thats cooler than cool" ay me! how many ways can you kick yourself, do you know? you can only kick yourself like 3 different ways. &lt;br /&gt;1) kick your leg high from the behind, in the hopes to kick your derrier&lt;br /&gt;2) stand on one leg, and kick the other leg beside it&lt;br /&gt;3) this only works for flexible ppl, and yoga ppl, bring your leg up to your head, and kick your shoulder. do this one with caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonight i really dont know what im up to. i was going to go to the leelands, but i dont have a ride home, well i could probably scrounge one up, but i dont want my parents to know that i was with the ppl that smoke we and giggle water so that wont work. i cant wait until i can drive and i can just dirve myself home and stumble into the house without them even knowing, those will be the days. Anywho, i really wanted to go to Lee's because i feel it would have been fun. Its so weird that Lee and i are becoming good friends, i would have never suspected this new found friendship. but oh well, im ok with it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho...IM OFF&lt;br /&gt;who needs clever departings when you're as cool as me?&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108335947420863954?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108335947420863954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108335947420863954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108335947420863954' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108328591237978852</id><published>2004-04-29T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T19:49:29.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday something, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Darkest Hour, save a prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looooooove that song! im going to skate to it next year and i cant diggity dog wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to the coffee house with michelle and jackie, it was sooooo hot, it was like an inferno! someone had to crank up the air conditioning, like oh man! anywho, there were some really bad bands, some that i just want to forget. also the whole show was 4 hours!! 4 freakin hours! i thouht it was going to be an hour, and after i would head over and watch rugby. but noooooo, 4 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROS AND CONS OF THE COFFEE HOUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRO- it was good to listen to some local, bear creek music&lt;br /&gt;CON- it sucks, when that local bear creek music is horrible&lt;br /&gt;PRO- lee was excellent! and he was the only reason i went&lt;br /&gt;CON- this kid named Jordan played for a good 30 mins of excruciating pain&lt;br /&gt;PRO- met jenna's hot "boy friend", Charlie&lt;br /&gt;CON- nasty richard look a like was there, and sat in a cubicle&lt;br /&gt;PRO- Craig was soooooo good!&lt;br /&gt;CON- it was sooooo hot! i almost died of the heat&lt;br /&gt;PRO- free pizza!!!&lt;br /&gt;but it was still ok, even though a lot of the ppl werent my cup of tea....or should i say cup of coffee!! ooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow night i might go to Lee's house for a bonfire, and if it rains just to chillax in his house. im not sure if i will go because&lt;br /&gt;a) i dont know anyone there, well i know them, but not enough to make me go&lt;br /&gt;b) i have tons of hw, should i be reponsible? or have fun hm...&lt;br /&gt;and even though he said "keep the bonfire on the down low" i figure that only one person will be reading this, and she already knows about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im going to go though, i have to do science hw, english journals, and media journals oh boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo see yah later on the flip side!&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108328591237978852?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108328591237978852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108328591237978852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108328591237978852' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108275942593516637</id><published>2004-04-23T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T17:34:35.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>March twenty third, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;listening: the starting line, im real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just ranted this whole blog, this is under discretion, may offend some viewers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, i dont like starting line, but mannnn this is a good cover of J.Lo's version, which the lyrics were written by some high time producer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well had a track meet yesterday, came first in my heet, 2nd overall, ill take that. that was in the 200m, only event i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im just planning what im doing tonight, im going to soojins with jackie, and i dont know who else. ashley and michelle we thought were coming but instead are going to the movies with matthew, where is the melissa? makes you think. so think it up and dont make me dedicate a blog to it. anyways, dont you hate it when you're on the phone with someone and when you are departing they dont say bye? well mannnnn do i! and it just happened, michelle didnt say bye, like what is that? we werent even hostile, *click click click, please hang up and try your call again*. i dont think im even being sensitive, it just really pisses me off. though maybe the "goodbye" is over used, and unnnecessary but its still importannt to have it there. it makes the departion final, while the straight hang up is rude and makes it seem like "a hang up". the ethics of the phone go way back, i bet mr. Bell even wrote a book for the different ways to start and end a conversation. or if he didnt i will. and i dont care if im over anaylzing this seemingly useless antic, it needs to be dicussed and makes me happy. and so what im hyper-observant, im going to be a psychologist and they analyze everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it really hard to look people in the eye. that came out of no where but i do. its really challenging, i have to really focus hard in able to look at someone in the eyes. because if you look someone in the eyes, they are looking at you in the eyes, as if they are reading you like a book, peeking in at your soul. Not that i have a lot to hide...but i just dont enjoy it. so when i talk to people i usually dont look at them, but at something behind them, so if i do it to YOU dont take it personally, just think of it of me being a twit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNNNNNN, im SO MAD!! the early november isnt playing in Toronto's warped your NOOOOOOO! UGH I WAS SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THEM! that sucks more than a hobag on a saturday night,errrrrrr! speaking of music, im also quite disgruntled that i never went to the APC concert, and my dad went instead who wouldnt know APC if they kicked him in the arse! supposedly...they were "SO good! and everyone had such a gooooo time!" OY! but oh well,,, there is always dashboard which is going to rock my darned socks!! and john mayer, which...will be....acoustic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off though, this is soooo lame, life is lame. as a side dish, i hate it when artists are like "ahhh fame is lame!" "i wish i could be doing the same thing, but not as famous, but a ha ha ha i guess they go hand in hand" like oh my freakin gawd, you're so lucky to be famous and rich and powerful think of the all the people that would love to be famous, think of all the people that would love to live pass age 5, to live in mansions and not 3rd world countries shacks, so before artists go ranting on about how their multi million life is horrible, think of others and just shut the duck up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoyed yours,&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108275942593516637?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108275942593516637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108275942593516637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108275942593516637' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108226012226655999</id><published>2004-04-17T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T23:02:43.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>April eighteenth, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Ben Jelen-Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyyyy, i dont know the last day i updated, so i dont know really know where i should summarize from, so i will just do an brief overview of what i did the past few days. dont worry, its only a short summary, nothing too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i switched to civics on Thursday, with mr rourke as a teacher, and soojin as a confidant. we are kickin in the back corner, man we are so cool! anyways, it seems ok, better than careers, but then i hated that course so much, it shouldnt be hard to match. im trying to get mr rourke to like me, throwing in some corny puns and play on words whenever possible. i think that people that say puns are super intelligent, puns arent easy to think of, only a deep intellect can pull one of those off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, we had our first seasonal Cereal Fest, where a group of ppl sit around, and basically pig out on cereal (the obivous) and the pizza (the not so obvious) and lastly Blossom cookies (the oblivious!). it was a success, and now i have all this leftover cereal to eat, but dont worry your heart out, i will manage. michelle slept over afterwards because my parents werent home, and in toronto being smashed. i didnt stay home alone because i live on a scary street, and then people would probably break into my house and steal my belongings, like this computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i went to elyse's party, carnival style! surpisingly, khleasha, kim dorval, melissa manning and zabrina lewis were already there, so...i guess there wasnt an after party afterwards. well actually there was. but it was for sammy davis, so everyone went there, except soojin and i, who afterwards went to her house and watched movies, it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called adam at her house, we talked for 45 mins. i feel bad now, i talked to him, and she fell asleep. ahhhh, i suck. anyways though, we talked about our hike, which is now BACK ON, if he likes it or not. i bought this hat from the gap (child labour at its prime!) and it looks like a hiking hat so now im all for this hike were going to go on. annnnd, since im still head over heals, calves over knees for mr adam muir, im still making him take me. a hahaha, i suck, and thats all there is to it. Soojin woke up after i started laughing really hard when adam said something on the phone. so it wasnt that bad. HE SAID I WAS EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY FRAGILE, LIKE WHAT DOES THAT MEAN!!?!?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now this leads me back to here. im still reading Jack Handy stuff, BAHAHAHAH its SOOOO funny. i dont know how ppl couldnt think it was funny, its just so darn hiliarous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; If your friend is already dead, and being eaten by vultures, I&lt;br /&gt;think it's okay to feed some bits of your friend to one of the vultures,&lt;br /&gt;to teach him to do some tricks. But only if you're serious about adopting&lt;br /&gt;the vulture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;If I was the head of a country that lost a war, and I had to sign&lt;br /&gt;a peace treaty, just as I was signing, I'd glance over the treaty and&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly act surprised. "Wait a minute! I thought we won!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;now dont tell me you didnt laugh? not even a chuckle? a smirk? you probably didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im offfffffff,&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108226012226655999?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108226012226655999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108226012226655999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108226012226655999' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108179818658130442</id><published>2004-04-12T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T14:33:40.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>April twelvifth, two thousand and Four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Bright Eyes- The Ciy Has Sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Horoscope for April 12 , 2004&lt;br /&gt;Today is meant for business and it's up to you to wheel and deal until you drop. Lots can be accomplished if you are persistent and well prepared.    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stars never lie, so im following my horoscope.&lt;br /&gt;im doing my careers homework and all i wish is that i spread it out equally throughout the whole break. i wish i was more disciplined, and i wish i wasnt on the brinks of despair. figures, the one day i have to stay inside is the one day thats is sooo B-E-A-utiful day! its sucks so much! while the rest of my friends are outside soaking up the suns gorgeus rays, rollerblading their worries away, im cooped up in my dingy basement, listening to 'inspiring' music! its so lame, i just want to leave! and i know i should be finishing my hw, and not writing in this blog but i just cant help it. i put shorts on in the hopes to get in the spring time mood, but its not working. instead, now im just freezing because the warm air doesnt circulate all the way down here. ok well instead of choking in my own self worth, im going to finish this careers, go outside, set up my sprinkler and dance through it! after i will lay on my roof and read "the lovely bones" ahhh, relaxation at its best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108179818658130442?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108179818658130442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108179818658130442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108179818658130442' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108171218497203525</id><published>2004-04-11T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T14:40:57.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>April eleventh, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Ben Kweller, Walk on Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had such a  relaxing easter break, it has been great! so for a quick recap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ThURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished school happily and was ready for the break! went to chapters, bought a new book "the lovely bones" that night when to timmys got the a cappaucino and a nanimo bar, went back to ashleys. played 3 hours of grueling nitendo. good times, good times. Leafs lost, not so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FridAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jannah's around 2 ish, met some of her friends. went to her freinds house, chilled with all of them. went back to jannah's ate dinner with her family, her brothers are hiliarious! went out with kates friends. er..Drew,Shannon and Calien --a guy (what kind of name is that?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATurday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to michelle's during the day. watched MatchStick Men, it was good, twistifying. then that night i watched the hockey game 2-0 toronto, GARY ROBERTS BOTH GOALS, WOOT WOOT. then i was supposed to go see Etneral Sunshine of the Spotless Mind but when we all go to the theatre (me,drew,jan and one of hisf riends) we switched it up and went bowling. i sucked and lost. after bowling we roamed Bayfield for an ice cream place, ended up at Wendys. after my dad drove home everyone and i read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, looking back i did a lot with drew this break. perhaps this is my mind subconcisouly trying to get over adam. hm, i wouldnt mind that, i really do need to forget about him. &lt;br /&gt;One way shrinks help people that have been affected by something traumatizing is that they try to make the person forget that the incident even happened. They try through different ways to fully erase the episode. So maybe i will try this, for i've already tried every other trick in the book, except of course negative reinforcement, but my body couldn't handle that. So i will never EVER refer to 'Adam' again in this blog. &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;. and if by some means i really have to, and if its SUPER important (and adam cutting his hair, or getting a new shirt is no longer important) i will refer to him as "HIM" or "HE". Then slowly i will just forget about him all together. Foolless plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think im off, for now at least&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108171218497203525?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108171218497203525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108171218497203525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108171218497203525' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108137352030897960</id><published>2004-04-07T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T16:40:24.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>April seventh, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Radiohead: 2+2=5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was an absolutely great day! my careers project was post-poned until tuesday, and i went to Harvey's for lunch, all in all it rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you haven't noticed, but my blogs have been pretty impersonal lately. i have been censoring myself when writing these, and what i write, they probably aren't my full feelings on something. so from now on i want to write whats true to me, and not whats acceptable or interesting, for these blogs are for me right? it feels weird though, writing all my personal thoughts into here, knowing people will read them, so i find it hard to confide. anyways, but i will try my best....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday when i go to science it is horrible and my heart wrenches. i hate going in, knowing that i will just fall for adam again. i dont know why i continue to put myself through such torture, such pain and hearbreak. i often wonder if you can fall FOR someone so quickly, it can only take that long to fall OUT of that person right? if you dont think of it as feelings and emotions, and more just reactions and formulas. though he doesnt even recognize me as anything more than a friend, i still fall for him every day in science. and i contradict myself when i say "i know i should just keep going for him and that i have nothing to lose in trying to win him over" because i do nothing, and think of what "could have been" or what "should have been". maybe im too emotional, or obesess over teenage crushes, which in the end, will mean nothing. And i know i will just look at this when im actually over adam and laugh about it, but i dont see how i can. And perhaps i should be doing better things right now, then just wishing that i could reset the clock, and do everything right the first time, but people never really do get second chances? or third or fourth. And now that i really do think about it, i AM &lt;strong&gt;Chasing the Ghost of a good thing...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108137352030897960?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108137352030897960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108137352030897960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108137352030897960' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108110197531644001</id><published>2004-04-04T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T13:09:58.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>04/04/04 &lt;br /&gt;^^^ISNT DAT SO COOL?&lt;br /&gt;Listening: The Beatles, LEt it Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im deeply depressed for skating is over :'(:'(&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i skipped skating to go out with friends and other things, because now i long for those days back. and all i want to do is freaking skate!! anyways we had our carnival, it rocked&lt;br /&gt;the routines i was in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Moulin Rouge&lt;br /&gt;Charlies Angels&lt;br /&gt;'Red Carpet' a night at the Oscars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was soooo much fun, man it makes me want to do spring skate, but i wont. anyways, i will catch this all up in the Fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont relaly have much to say in this blog, its more to show you all that i havent fallen off the face of the earth, and yes i still am alive. the clocks went forward and hour DAMNNNN i hate 'spring forward' it sooooo lame! we will only get our hour back in the Fall Back. AY ME! &lt;br /&gt;on more clock news... its now 2:04 and im not dressed, hoorah for moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of those blogs im just blabbing on in the hopse that i will think of something to say, and of course i have resulted to blabbing about the wanting to blab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is a poem i found, i really liked it... you might not. but i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And If I’m faltering,,.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m stumbling over my words.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving expressions unended&lt;br /&gt;and sentences unsaid&lt;br /&gt;and it's only because &lt;br /&gt;i'm terrified &lt;br /&gt;of the way you're so perfect&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so lacking.&lt;br /&gt;i could never measure up.&lt;br /&gt;and everything&lt;br /&gt;that sounded right in my head&lt;br /&gt;gets scrambled by your &lt;br /&gt;smile.&lt;br /&gt;you're breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm barely breathing.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm falling&lt;br /&gt;but your hands are bound and tied&lt;br /&gt;not even knowing&lt;br /&gt;that i need you to catch me.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll try for hours&lt;br /&gt;to be witty&lt;br /&gt;just because your laugh&lt;br /&gt;could be the replaying song&lt;br /&gt;that i fall asleep to tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i could fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;every part of you.&lt;br /&gt;dancing with the memories&lt;br /&gt;of all the little things &lt;br /&gt;you do &lt;br /&gt;that no one sees.&lt;br /&gt;so if i'm talking too fast&lt;br /&gt;or thinking too slow&lt;br /&gt;it's only because my mind&lt;br /&gt;is all tangled inside your hair&lt;br /&gt;and the way the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;catches it.&lt;br /&gt;and it's all wrapped up inside&lt;br /&gt;your lips&lt;br /&gt;and the way they move.&lt;br /&gt;and its sliding through your words&lt;br /&gt;and the pieces of your heart&lt;br /&gt;i just had a chance to see.&lt;br /&gt;and if i seem a little awkward&lt;br /&gt;it's only because&lt;br /&gt;you're moving to the rhtyhm&lt;br /&gt;of my hearbeat&lt;br /&gt;and i'm losing my balance&lt;br /&gt;trying to stay in sync.&lt;br /&gt;and if i seem a little scared&lt;br /&gt;it's only because&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm falling for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108110197531644001?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108110197531644001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108110197531644001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108110197531644001' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108040652525315859</id><published>2004-03-27T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T17:25:30.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>March Twenty Seventh, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Ben Kweller, Falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would first like to say cheers to...&lt;br /&gt;BLAKE, HAPPY BELATED B DAY, THE BIG 19 and..&lt;br /&gt;JACKIE, THE WOMAN OF THE HOUR, HAPPY SWEET 16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so insane thinking that some of us are 16. 16 is such an empowering age, so much is opened, and it just makes you think and wonder what is next. 15 seems so young, and blan. well, i think every year is a big step and its mostly because i anticipate it soooo much! anyways, today is jackies b day party, where we are going to Boston Pizza, and then going back to her house...wait..didnt we go to Bostons Pizza for soojins party? i cant remember, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was a lot of fun!! you know when you figure out all these really cool plans, and if everything works out, it will be the best night of your life, but during the process of planning, you have this sick feeling that something will come up and it won't work, well that explains how i felt last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PLAN OF THE NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:00-5:00&lt;/strong&gt;, soojin and i plam rides to get to the last class for the concert, i go on msn, talk to julian and mike about if were meeting up and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:30-6:30&lt;/strong&gt; skating at the new arena, its niiiiiiiiiiiice! automatic doors! sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:00-8:00&lt;/strong&gt; prep for concert, so in otherwords, changing out of skating clothes, and head down to georgian college, for some good ol' local musac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:00---whatever time it ends&lt;/strong&gt; at concert, meet up with mike and julian, listen to some gooooood music, chillax, all is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS THE PLAN! and almost ALL went to plan! the only thing that didnt work out was that we had to leave earlier. because soojin didnt tell her mom where she was going, and just told her she was studying at my house, she couldnt be too late. so the band i wanted to see the most Cardiac, played last, we could only see one song. but it was still good, and im sure they will come back again. the bands that played were...&lt;br /&gt;Wheels on the bus&lt;br /&gt;some band i cant remember&lt;br /&gt;the mercy of inspiration, REALLY good!!&lt;br /&gt;cardiac, REALLY GOOD TOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well im off, going to value soon with the skating crew, going to buy some stuff for our skating show, which is going to be SOOOOO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your stamped sam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108040652525315859?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108040652525315859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108040652525315859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040652525315859' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-108017461522353852</id><published>2004-03-24T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T17:27:08.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>March Twenty fourth, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: At the Drive in- Intiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh yes, yes back in the school! this is about the third time i have tried to write a blog, but just got lazy and stopped. i usually dont get pass here, a little introduction of what is going on, to give you a glimpse, a taste, but not the whole bowl. there isnt much going on with my life, nothing i feel like talking about. i feel i have changed i just dont feel like pouring my heart onto the interenet. though you cant just go looking for blogs, i just dont feel like writing everything out here. not that i dont enjoy writing, i still do. i write a lot more on real paper, sometimes things just pop in my head and i will base a whole story on it. it just works that way, more than ever right now i want to become a writer, a novelist that would be the coolest...maybe i will be a psychiatrist who writes books, and as a hobby figureskates and volunteers at the local animal shelter!! yes that will be it! its settled!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soulmate and i are getting really suspcious of our odd similiarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explainations on why we are creeped out by our ways&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. we both have an obessesion with cereal. its extreme, we both have the same feelings on it, and the ways you MUST eat it&lt;br /&gt;2. we both chew our pens the same way, in the same order, with the same pens&lt;br /&gt;3. we both think its cool to analyze how we do things, like pouring milk into cereal and the art of     chewing pens &lt;br /&gt;4. we both hate dingy grey soled socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have to get going, i have all this ionic,and polyatomic and molecular compound stuff to study for!! good ol' science, isnt it just grand? no. catch yah on the east side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. found this song, well i didnt find it, mike sent it to me and i love it, reminds me of my relationship with adam, though im not this extreme. just the phone, its fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i told you not to bother to holler&lt;br /&gt;your telephone's the one&lt;br /&gt;that helped&lt;br /&gt;me wrap&lt;br /&gt;the cord&lt;br /&gt;around your neck&lt;br /&gt;you know you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;when you're dead &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Drive in - Intiation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-108017461522353852?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108017461522353852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/108017461522353852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108017461522353852' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107989583397171476</id><published>2004-03-21T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T13:07:17.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>March twenty first, also known as THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING!!&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Something Corporate, Konstantine and Incubus, here in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would first like to say...&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SPRING EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;ah, and because its the first day, im going snowboarding, OH BOY! the irony! its funny that we have snow in the spring, while when winer officialy starts, there is already been a lot of snow, so these seasons starting days do nothing. UGH IM DUMB!...of course these are international dates that arent based on the climate in canada alone...i feel dumb. sue me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im going to name my daughter, Konstantine..pronounced CON-STIN-TINE. its a pretty name, though she might be concious of it, oh well, i dont want her to go through what i do in school, having 5 Sam's per class, its insane and unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since this is my blog, and according to my title, 'a short tofu love story' i guess i should mention my latest love affair....so without any other dawdaling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I MET MY FREAKIN' SOULMATE, AND ITS JUST SO SAD&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew, my soulmate. were soulmates because were so much alike. no really its quite freaky, he is like the male equavialent to me. &lt;br /&gt;we both like...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the exactly same music, mars volta, radiohead even the beatles&lt;br /&gt;&gt;gary roberts is his fav player, how could that be! his own parents dont even like him!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;english is his fav subject, followed by history&lt;br /&gt;&gt;we both play independent sports&lt;br /&gt;&gt;saved by the bell and conan are his fav shows, crap saved by the bell?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;orange is his fav colour&lt;br /&gt;ugh..and to add to all his strangeness, he has a brown shag, ughhhhhhhhh. so we cant be lovers, because were too much alike. only best friends, to go shopping and to swap music tapes. oy. Lee says i should just make sweet, sweet love to him, thanks lee! that is not an option. but oh well, i dont really feel like basking in my own self pity, like i usually would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you probably never really thought about my blog title 'a short tofu love story', and if you did, cheers to you! and since i never explained it before, i will now, there is no better time than the present. so since my life is mostly revolved around the ppl in it, its fitting that is a love story. i love my friends dearly, and my obesessive crushes also are put into account. its only a story because its only one stage of my life. one chapter, or lets hope so, i mind as well just die now if this is going to be my whole life, oy. the tofu is tricky to ecxplain. there are two ways you can look at it. tofu is a substance that takes on the taste of whatever it is with, and by itself, its boring and blan. so this could mean in my title that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a) tofu means that my writing changes its mood day to day to describe what im dealing with that day&lt;br /&gt;b) my blogs are just a place for me to be like every other trend, and im just molding into what i THINK will be accepted, and that my love is just me trying to be cool&lt;br /&gt;c) i just like tofu because im a vegetarian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, that was a longer explaination then what i had first imagined, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your tofu addict,&lt;br /&gt;sam* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107989583397171476?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107989583397171476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107989583397171476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107989583397171476' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107955370031303212</id><published>2004-03-17T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:04:58.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ST PATRICKS DAY! WOOT WOOT&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Dashboard Confessional- So Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, hey, hey happy st patricks days all of you, yes and you! if i was in ireland, i would be drinking some green beer and doing the chicken dance, but since, im in canada, and underage, im at home, drinking some apple cider, ha. anyways, been awhile since i updated so im going to give you the nutshell of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashley, and jackie came home, chillaxed in my &lt;strong&gt;CLEAN &lt;/strong&gt;(emphasis on clean..heh) room, then we went to zehrs, but some hairdye, and other goodies. we came back to my house, realized i was lacking the proper hair dying necessities (a hair "pick" and comb") so then decided to go to ashs. we dyed my hair two colours, reddy/orange, and super dark brown/black. it looks ok (sort of a tabby cat deal), i dont particularly like it, but its slowly fading so its fine. then we cut ashleys hair. i dont know why she would let us, neither one of has excelled in hair styling, i wouldnt have let us. and she shouldnt have. we cut it too short. but straight, whihc in the end, is all that matters. then around 10 30, after we were all tired, jackie made us cut her. lesson learned: dont cut hair when drowsy, jackie will testify. we cut jackies hair all uneven, and she sort of had a bowlcut/ mushroom cut thing going on. it wasnt that great. so in the end..we had..&lt;br /&gt;SAM&gt; girl with orange and black streaks, hello halloween. &lt;br /&gt;ASHLEY&gt; girl with hair too short then anticipated&lt;br /&gt;JACKIE&gt; girl with a mans bowl cut&lt;br /&gt;MICHELLE&gt; to wussy to let us do anything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on this day, i finally gave in, and called adam to ask him about this trip. he said it was a lot of fun, and that he didnt meet any new friends YES! we talked for like an hour and half, just talking about what we did and stuff, i was so happy to talk to him, a week is really a long time! then i went to ashleys where we all just chilled and did whatever...monday was such a relaxing day, oh yah! i also had skating, finished doing our amateur coaching routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/strong&gt; so yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;at 7 30, i went to the movies with adam,ashley and james, so it was like a double date. i skipped skating, which now i feel bad about, because i skipped last practise oh well, its march break! AND i wanted to see adam :) we saw "The Secret Window" OH MY GOODNESS! it was horrible! but i still had fun, lol hehe! i love going to the movies with adam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reasons why The MOVIE sucked, but totally worth going to see!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the dog died :(, on the flip side, this gave me a reason to cry on adams shoulder, and him to be sympathetic towards me!&lt;br /&gt;2. really greusome parts with the deaths, i could hide my eyes into adam&lt;br /&gt;3. insanely boring, on retrospect...i practically fell asleep on adam :)&lt;br /&gt;4. really confusing, on the other hand, i think adam enjoyed telling me everything that was going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im off. i think i will call adam, or maybe read a book. anything, just dont want to continue writing this blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours dearly,&lt;br /&gt;SAM*, who is love-struck...har dee har har&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107955370031303212?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107955370031303212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107955370031303212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107955370031303212' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107923984737237939</id><published>2004-03-13T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T22:58:52.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>March Fourteenth, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: All American Rejects- Too Far Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird that im listening to aar, i havent listened to them in such a long time. this is going to be a super boring blog, and im not even joking. you are probably now thinking "hey, she said that last time, it was pretty darn good" but in reality, this will blow. today was an exceptionaly boring day, and now i regret that i wasted a perfectly good day. so now, as a promise to all the march break gods peering down at me from the party heavens above, as they shun me for wasting today, i vow to do something interesting for every day left of it. some may think im overreacting, 'hey calm down, its only the second day, you still have another 8 days to do the coolest things ever' but im going to look back, when i have homework up to my ears and i will say &lt;br /&gt;"DAHH!!! i wasted that day 3 months ago! i could use it now!" today sucked because i didnt do anything with friends, they were all busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashley&gt; worked, did something with james (an assumption)&lt;br /&gt;leanna&gt; something with david (an assumption), church&lt;br /&gt;jackie&gt; church, youth group dealio with leanna&lt;br /&gt;michelle&gt;worked&lt;br /&gt;soojin&gt; worked..out, did a piano &lt;br /&gt;sam&gt; baked burnt,blan cookies...that now gave her indigestion...&lt;br /&gt;^^so the conclusion that i draw from that are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.i need to get a job, not only could it be the most socialbly part of my day, i could actually make money!&lt;br /&gt;2.get a boyfriend. it would give me something to do (ahhh, get your mind out of the gutter &lt;em&gt;to do WITH&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;3.take up an instrument. hey, i dis-owned the piano way back, i cant go back. and the recorder blows&lt;br /&gt;4.take up a religion, maybe i wont be such a basket case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i will take up buddism, ha! ...ugh, im being sacreligious. moving on...hahah! you know what that was, an awkward silence. where whatever the person said was so outrageously dumb no one has anything to say, and the saddest part is that i said something super dumb, and i was even embarassed to respond! oy oy oy, what am i coming to. if anyone was to read this they would think i had multiple personalities. luckily, no one reads these, which i suppose is for the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i think is the funniest darn tootin' thing is? how i listed what all my friends did, and i didnt even mention what elyse was doing. that just goes to show how much i talk to her now. which obviously isnt much. not that we were ever super close (yah, we practically fought over a guy, we cool!) i still used to call her, and do stuff. its because she hangs out with different ppl, so maybe i just assume she is doing something with them, or maybe its the fact that i have no will to call her. i would rather stay home then do something with her? actually, thats not true. i wouldnt, i would be surprised if i do something with her during the march break. we will just have to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think im off, but just as a last note. listen to the song, Dont Leave Me by The All American Rejects, and listen to the gino beats in the beginning!! HAHA!! i never noticed them before, LISTEN TO THEM, RECOGNIZE THEM and just RESPECT them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;sam who was apart of the graham scam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107923984737237939?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107923984737237939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107923984737237939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107923984737237939' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107916069028735990</id><published>2004-03-13T00:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T00:54:42.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>March twelve, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Radiohead- Just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a complete picture frenzy day. we took so many freakin pictures it was insane! so i suppose its only right that i explain WHY we took so many pics so here she blows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soojin,michelle,jackie and i went to the mandarin where we had so much food its not even funny. i had some good potatoes, i go JUST for the potatoes. after we were full (to the rim, hardeeh har har mich, refer to your first blog) michelle,jackie and i went downtown. it was so much fun, i love downtown so much everything is so old and vintage, and tehre are so many interesting ppl down there. anyways, we went to the salavation army where i bought a vest and a gym bag, then we went to Big Johns where i bought a Dashboard EP, its pretty rare, WHAT A CATCH! from there we went to the library where we took a lot of funny pics, if i ever find how to post pics I WILL FROM THE LIBRARY! then i went home to find out i missed skating, SHUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, or last night, if you want to get all technical on me we went to michelles house. me,ash,james,leanna,jackie and christina, it was really fun. we took more pics, 107 to be precise and even right now michelle is sending me them all, the transfer is taking so freakin long, about an hour. and were not even done yet, but the pics are totally worht the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is going on and on and more on(ing) about the passion of the christ, "its a must see", "will take your breath away". i probably wont go see it, and if i do, its only to see if all this hype is true. its going to be in the theatres for like 6 months, so i have no rush to see it, just like Titanic, and the lord of the rings triology (whihc i still havent seen!). i should of JUST read the Return of the King novel, so i wouldnt have pressure to go see it, so i suppose i should JUST read the bible too, ha! but we'll see, maybe my next blog will be me saying how much I LOVED, the passion! (by the way, i will never refer to the movie just as "the passion" it sounds too much like a soap opera) also, i think there is a hockey movie called THE PASSION...hm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think i will call it quits, i have nothing else to rant or type about...maybe i will add a few more regulars (something i always write about) &lt;br /&gt;&gt;ahh adam is coming home soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ahhh dashboard is coming to town!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ahh i hate school!!&lt;br /&gt;there my blog is officially complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your damsel in distress,&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A SIDE DISH...&lt;br /&gt;damsel comes from the latin word "domina" which means mistress...&lt;br /&gt;yah, i am a latin nerd, suck her up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107916069028735990?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107916069028735990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107916069028735990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107916069028735990' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107906905456705047</id><published>2004-03-11T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T23:27:25.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>March eleventh, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: the mars volta: this apparatus must be unearthed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be on those blogs where i despartely try to scrounge up something amusing to say because i did nothing that day and/or adam did nothing to strike my attention. so..with that said, where should i begin.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i would first like to point out that i surprisingly did pretty well (in my opinion) on my science test, finishing with a 74 YES! i will totally take that, and hey thats from mr mahedy! unfortunately, i failed the first part of my english test. what i thought i totally aced, i got 4/12 LOL...ah. me and 2 other football players (Justin,Graham) failed. i love it how we played into the stereotypes so well. and how the disturbed, recluse kid (PIPES!) gets 11/12.  though stereotypes are supposed to be soooo bad, i cant help but laugh at them. though, in reality life doesnt have that many. like at our school, we dont have those hard-core nerds that you see with the pocket protectors, or the jocks, in the "jocks hall"...wearing...jocks. in the real world, it just doesnt work like that. yah, sure we have the hard rocker punks, the poser punks, and the preppy punks but i would so rather have the freakin nerds! ah...i will have to work on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its the march break, and im so happy. i need a break so bad. to recuoperate from my hectic week, and when i say hectic, of course i mean Adamless. though im glad he has been away, ive been so adam crazy that i really needed to get away from him. and i feel this break may give me the closure i need. or maybe not, and maybe this distance is just making me more obesessed and all of my feelings are just building up and up and will eventually explode like some cheap volcano science fair project! but we'll see, i will talk to him this monday, he will recap his trip, and from that, we will see where things lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, our dashboard confessional tickets were bought YES! were going for sure, im SOOO happy! ahh, this will be a concert of a lifetime. you are aware that i am now going to start a concert countdown starting...RIGHT NOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahhhhhhh, only 2 months and 4 days until dashboard confessional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im off to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;and i will leave you with a quote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleep: Those little slices of death, how i loate them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edgar allen poe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the captain's daughter (a.k.a. SAM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107906905456705047?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107906905456705047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107906905456705047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107906905456705047' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107895702189046872</id><published>2004-03-10T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T16:20:10.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>March tenth, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Weezer- El Scorcho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a boring day I had today, so this will most likely be a boring blog. majority of ppl (so michelle) will stop reading right now because they wont want to waste there time reading it. Of course, you might keep reading it to prove my synopsis wrong, its really up to you. its like how when someone finds out that its impossible to lick your elbow, they will try to do it. its just the way the cookie crumbles. that was sort of like my relationship (or lackof) with sean. besides his stunnigly good looks and inquisitive music taste, a part of me liked him for his mysterious shyness. i probably wanted to be the girl to unfold him or to open him up. ugh, leah was that girl ay.  to prove everyone wrong that he was super shy with girls. crap. i didnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i bought dashboard tickets today! well, not yet, but tonight. my mom wont buy them so jackies mom is buying them for soojin and i. they are 27, cheaper than all american rejects, but more than i make in a month. so i dont know how im going to pay for them...rob a bank? this is there debut in canada (other than that time a few years back when they opened for Weezer..) IM SOOOO EXCITED! they are going to rock, this will probably be one of the best concerts that ive been too, not that i have a huge archives of attended concerts on my back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is being pretty lame. its not me, its the system. for instance, why must i have a crappy science teacher? i dont understand what were doing right now, something about ionic charges and polynomial (maybe thats math, i dont know!) and blair and simon have no patience to teach me. yikes. also, english is really hard, though i love it to death its still hard. or maybe challenging would be better? i got an 85 on my animal experimentation essay, which im totally thrilled and surprised about. i got a 67 on what i thought was good writing, and i thought my essay was crap i got an 85. i dont get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh...and to add to all my unknown science equations, and my sucky writing...i think i like garrett. well, i didnt think so, but soojin informed me, and it makes sense. i always talk to him in english, and if someone studied me walking into english and seeing his empty desk you would see the disappointment on my face. maybe we have a love/hate relationship. lol, i love thinking up theories to explain my stupidity, or maybe the reason i am stupid is because i analyze everything and have theories for everything? its weird that i like him though, i am under his hypnotic spell. he just stares at me and its as if i get sucked in deeper and deeper. into what i dont know, just my feelings get stronger and stronger? despite his hypnotic skills it doesnt even compare to my feelings for adam. those are undeniable, while i will probably tomorrow deny my crush on garrett....UGH! even right now im denying it. i just stopped writing for 5 mins and i just re read what i wrote and im already regretting my feelings. oh well. he will come to school tomorrow and say something dumb and i will get annoyed with him and hate him. adam will come back on sunday, we will talk, all my obessesive powers will once again fully be geared towards him, and all will be well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam like to jam (verb)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107895702189046872?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107895702189046872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107895702189046872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107895702189046872' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107888832255695727</id><published>2004-03-09T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T21:15:26.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>March ninth, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: At the Drive-in: One Armed Scissor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what i love? not writing for 2 weeks and then having to come back and recapping all the crap that happened...so here we go kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 2 Friday's ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yah, its cool to dwell in the past!)&lt;br /&gt;so two fridays ago, adam and i were supposed to go to the movies. we were going to see the movie Twisted, for some scary good times. we talked on the phone for like an 1 and half, about what movie to see and other things. so he had to go eat some dinner, so we went our seperate audiotorial ways (phone ways?) anyways, about 45 mins before we were supposed to leave and calls me up and says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;adam: ugh, hey sam. we have some er bad news.&lt;br /&gt;sam: ok....&lt;br /&gt;adam: yah, im not coming tonight. im going to play some hockey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i lecture him on ditching me, he apologizes numerous times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sam: YOUR DITCHING ME FOR HOCKEY!?! HOCKEY IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME!?&lt;br /&gt;adam: what. nooooo, you and hockey are equally important to me in my life.&lt;br /&gt;sam: ok have fun...bye&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;so that was that. instead we went to tim hortons and chillax at ashleys house. fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to soojins sweet super sixteenth birthday siesta! we went to east side marios (hey, budda bing, budda boom!) i had some uber cool portobello mushroom ravioli!! YUM! it was really good, and i had the leftovers for breakfast. it twas all grand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really happened sunday, except for the fact that adam left for florida!! hes gone down south (get your mind out of the gutter!) im actually making it through science, im actually listening. but he has one of my notes, an important note so it doesnt look like im going to be studying much. Anyways, he is coming back this sunday, and i cant wait!! i hope he has fun though, soak in the sun and the excitement of disney world (i could totally write a promo for there) more importantly, he is supposed to bring me back something. but he will probably will be lame and forget, or just choose not to. ah, we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(or yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;i had a curling party with the school, where we did some serious, hard core curling and ate pizza and other munchies. then i went to skating at 6 50 until 7 50 where we worked on our amateur coaching routine. (oh by the way, were doing moulin rouge (voulez vous que chez avec moi ce soir?) and charlies angels). i went straight from the arena to georgian college to see Lee's band play, End the Era. They were SO good! and they should have won, hands down! hahahah, there was this little "bear creek mosh pit" and it was so wild and funny. i didnt go in it, i would have been clobbered, it was only guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh today charles (yah unlike some ppl, i use names) said all this crap about me and adam and how dave is happy that we are breaking apart (though he probably could care less, or is glad that my life is screwed up) and charles also said that concerning how i was done with adam and dave "oh now i can bang her broooo" UGH!!!!! well with that said,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to be a good scholar and study for english and leave this recapped basin...COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam the pickled yam*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107888832255695727?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107888832255695727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107888832255695727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107888832255695727' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107765757529410950</id><published>2004-02-24T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T15:22:23.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January twenty fourth, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Alkaline trio- another innocent girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would first like to say...&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MAN OF THE HOUR...ADAM MUIR!&lt;br /&gt;ohh...yah and to melissa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the best day ever (and no, thats not a dashboard lyric)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;first period subsititute&lt;br /&gt;&gt;second, science presentation...with adam &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&gt;third, left for skating test...failed though. :(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;fourth lunch, in library with adam &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&gt;fifth, substitute, played "battle of the sexes" game...really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so todays adam's birthday and i decided to make him a mixed cd. well, its not really a mixed cd, just one song on it, the beatles birthday song. but inside of the case i wrote an inscription wishing him a happy birthday and a good year and such. i thought it was nice! and so did he! well, i still like adam, but this gift was honestly not one last plead, it was more of a friend gift. but i still really like him, and i just want to get over him if im really am just wasting my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off like a prom dress&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107765757529410950?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107765757529410950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107765757529410950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107765757529410950' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107747076678097616</id><published>2004-02-22T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T11:28:51.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February twenty second, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Coldplay: The Scientist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL WELL WELL..so much has happened that i have a feeling this will be a long blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday i had no idea that by the end of the day i would be crying, which will be a first in 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;i went to science where we presented our weather lore presentation and it went really well. it was really funny, and adam and i had a good flirting session...in my opinion. well then at lunch, while i was studying up in the library for some hard core grammar review, ashley and rachel were in the cafe asking adam some questions on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashley: so do you like sam?&lt;br /&gt;adam: uhhh&lt;br /&gt;ashley: or is she just wasting her time?&lt;br /&gt;adam: yah, she is probably just wasting her time&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course...this meant he was a jerk so i SHOULD get over him, but no. this made me obesess over him more, so i was in the deepest depths of despair for the remaning bit of lunch and for english, which sucked because i had a test to write. when i first found out the news i surprisingly kept my cool. i was being mature, not freaking out, and just accepting what he said. but in a matter of 10 mins it all kicked in and i was on a mental rampage. i was freaking out and i was going to burst into tears. luckily, i stayed calm and no tears were shed at school. the most pathetic part about it all was that if he asked me out right then, right after he said that crap, i would still go out with him. hands down. so after keeping in fountains of tears at school, on the bus, on the way home, right when i got home, my eyes were watering and it was all a blur from then...litterally. i stayed in bed, listened to sappy dashboard confessional songs, whined to anyone that would listen, watched heatfelt movies and pleaded not to give up on adam. that night i went to skating where i whined there, but surprisingly focused more on skating then the adam affairs. came home, watched more sad movies, listened to emo music (emo music was invented for kids like me) and talked on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early and had a skating competition, i did ok but i could have done so much better and i was sad because it was my last competition. i took out all my doubles...which i now realize was a mistake, these toronto girls were SOOO good! so i came home earlier, (yah i didnt make it to the finals) and talked on the phone and continued on my mental rampage about adam. rachel told me the thing i really needed was "closure", and at the time i had no idea what that meant, and that i didnt want to close things off with adam because is still really liked him. but some how, i managed to call him to get all the answers out. and some interesting things i found out were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;he still sort of still likes me now&lt;br /&gt;&gt;im "wasting my time" because he doesnt like me enough to go out with me now, and he doesnt want a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&gt;semi wasnt a pity date&lt;br /&gt;&gt;at some points he liked me enough to go out with me (ayyy, if i only knew at the time!)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;he thinks were better off as friends&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the O.C is his favourite tv show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im happy with those answers. im not going to continue to try to win his heart, i will still flirt with him, but it will be more of a friends basis. i also feel that maybe this is the best route to take. and i still have a science study buddy....so all hasnt ruined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today being sunday, i feel really tired and exhausted from this emotional weekend so im going to go read, and then get enough energy to go snowboarding at 3! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off like a prom dress&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107747076678097616?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107747076678097616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107747076678097616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107747076678097616' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107715128773310273</id><published>2004-02-18T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T18:44:07.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February eighteenth, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening- A perfect circle- Weak and Powerless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay ay ay...im taking a break from my careers homework, so what better way to start a break than to write a blog! ha, yah i didnt think there was a better way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well with some adam news, i found out why he had a bad time at semi! ah not because he was with me, but because he was sick! and he actually was. i called him yesterday (missing 2 days of school isnt healthy) where he explained to me he had tonsilitis and thats why he was absent, ok fair enough! the sickness was also the reason on why he couldnt really talk to me on valentines day...he always seems to be a reason for why i am mad at him. so anyways, this friday michelle,charles, adam and i plan to go bowling, after my skating competition prep AY! so that should be fun...if we end up going, which we better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i was going to go on a rant about how our friends with boyfriends ignore the ones without, but i will leave that for another blog, i have careers homework to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off like a prom dress,&lt;br /&gt;sam* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107715128773310273?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107715128773310273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107715128773310273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107715128773310273' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107698206786244507</id><published>2004-02-16T19:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T19:43:45.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February sixteenth, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Dashboard Confessional- The Swiss Army Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i have easier this semester than last, it seems im always doing hw in this one...&lt;br /&gt;well to keep with the school theme, im trying to decide what classes to take next year these are the ones im probably going to take...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;law&lt;br /&gt;&gt;intro to antropology,psychology,socialogy&lt;br /&gt;&gt;drama&lt;br /&gt;&gt;american history&lt;br /&gt;&gt;canadian literature, or media literature&lt;br /&gt;&gt;latin level 2, biology, or some tech course&lt;br /&gt;im really just trying to keep my options open...by taking all english courses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as you know, the only reason i go to science is to see adam, and he wasnt here to today. SO i wonder where he was? im assuming he is sick, because my stalking ways remember him saying he was sick, and funny enough...now i feel quite ill. i feel a sore thoart coming on... I like him SOOO much, its really scary because if he doesnt like me im going to be so depressed, and quite frankly, everyone knows i wouldnt be able to handle that. i will go crazy, its of my nature. So im just trying to cool down my obessesions but im finding it hard too. I was going to call him tonight but i dont want to seem too needy and clingy. I will see him tomorrow in science, and if he isnt there, i will call for sure, hands down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our tee shirts were a success, everyone is saying how there so cool and how they want to make one now. that is fine by us, just remember who started it. I have some left over letters in which i wil probably make some more tee shirts, maybe with the day of the week on them, because i have always been fascinated by the underwear, its only fitting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im off, i have homework to do, and plus the O.C is on tonight and ive missed a few episodes so i cant wait to get back into the spring of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF LIKE A PROM DRESS&lt;br /&gt;sam*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107698206786244507?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107698206786244507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107698206786244507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107698206786244507' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107689778252385284</id><published>2004-02-15T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T20:23:28.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February fifteenth, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Dredg- Of the Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skating wasnt the greatest, and valentines day was even worse.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentines Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at 12 ish i called adam, talked to his father im assuming and told him to tell adam to call me back. i dont think he called me back but it didnt really matter because at 4 i left for bala for a competition. there i skated ok, fell on a double salcow, and my last axel...and now my knee is so bruised, im a walking open wound, trophy display of bruises. Got home around 9 ish, went to soojins, made her play me sad, sappy love songs on the piano including "Can you feel the love tonight" from the lion king and "the torrance song". Called adam again around 10 ish and he was going to bed, because he had hockey in the morning (up at 5 am, at the arena at 6). so this leaves me thinking that &lt;br /&gt;a) he is a big loser who goes to bed early on valentines day&lt;br /&gt;b) he is a dedicated, hot hockey player destined to make it the NHL&lt;br /&gt;so anyways i only talked to him for a few minutes before i let him go. That was my valentines day, please control your excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today (according to YM) was my "lucky day" but nothing out of the ordinary happened. I went to michaels with jacqui to get the materials to make our tee shirts. our tee shirts are sort of a memento of our first semester in grade 10, they are pretty darn rad. the different slogans on it include&lt;br /&gt;"Hopeless Romantic"&lt;br /&gt;"Suicidal Sistah"&lt;br /&gt;"I Like Bad Boyz"&lt;br /&gt;"Dont Cramp Our Emo Style"&lt;br /&gt;"I Luv A.M. Radio"&lt;br /&gt;they are all inside jacqui and i made up, making fun of different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our report cards last friday and my final marks are as followed...&lt;br /&gt;LATIN---91&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNCATION TECH---84&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY---84&lt;br /&gt;and the mark-meister...&lt;br /&gt;MATH---55&lt;br /&gt;with a final average of 78.5..i will take that, including a 55 in math, i think that is pretty darn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that is all i have to say, and this english has my name all over it.&lt;br /&gt;off like a prom dress&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107689778252385284?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107689778252385284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107689778252385284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107689778252385284' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107671102300190435</id><published>2004-02-13T14:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T16:26:36.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February thirteenth, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Dashboard Confessional- The Best Deceptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEMI IN A NUTSHELL&lt;/strong&gt; (Macedonian maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 20- arrived at Bear Creek, our humble school, fashionably late. what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;7 30- pictures have been taken and i was talking to adam, commenting on eachothers clothing choices&lt;br /&gt;8 00- everyone is in the gym dancing...&lt;br /&gt;8 10- beatles song is played, yes my night just officialy started, i was on!&lt;br /&gt;8 10&gt;930-me and adam danced to some slow songs, awww it was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;9 30&gt;11-everyone was now dancing, even adam! though i had to like take his hands and put them on me...but after he knew what to do...hardee har har&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, the dance was an absolute blast!! everyone looked so great, which is a good thing. Adam wore his 'green outfit'...but its ok because he looked HOT!! yes, i said it..HE LOOKED HOT! its a shame that his hockey is over because now he wont wear a shirt and tie on game day...and thats when he looks oh so fine (did i just say that...omgsh, what is that!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only took the 6 pictures and there is a whole story behind it...but to save you the time in reading it, and my fingers the work, i will summarize. So we first got there too pictures when everyone was still looking sharp and non-sweaty, and then decided they were a nusiance so we put them with our coats...well somehow my and ashley's went missing and we didnt have them for the rest of the night. we got them back today though, i hope the pic of me and adam is good!!! lol, ay im so lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dancing...where to begein with the dancing. majority of the ppl came drunk so they were already into all the dancing, but for the rest of us we had to chillax until we could finally get things going. Most of the guys were dancing, i had to get adam to dance (well not slow...he seemed to like slow dancing, ay), but for the fast was hard. i was really hyper so he probably thought i was pyschotic but finally he did dance! which is great! next year though...im going to go drunk, for it will be so much funner quicker!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tomorrow i have a skating competition ON VALENTINES DAY which i think is lame...and i would rather spend it with adam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, im off like a prom dress&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107671102300190435?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107671102300190435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107671102300190435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107671102300190435' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107644667319121436</id><published>2004-02-10T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T15:16:19.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February 10, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Dredg- Yatahaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the countdown continues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEMI IS IN 2 DAYS!! YIPPE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the capitalization, and the bolding AND the double exclamation marks are all necessary to fully protray my anticipation for semi! it shall be grand...enough said. Adam has a hockey game that day (but at 2 30) so he SHOULD be back in time for the dance, or im going to have a melt down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really have that much to say about school, or about anything for that matter. Im still writing an essay on Animal Experimentation but i dont like writing essays so this whole ordeal is just boring and time consuming. I hate formal writing, im more of a creative writing, "novelist" type of writer. Thus, this formal writing crap just isnt working for me. Im finally done my thesis, its ok, ive written better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Animal Experimentation is inhumane, unnecessary and if an animal's staus is at par to a human's, it is unethical that humans can kill an animal for their own benefit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i will leave you (you, being the 2 ppl that will ever read this) with that at thought. &lt;br /&gt;To break or bury, or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off like a prom dress&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107644667319121436?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107644667319121436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107644667319121436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107644667319121436' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107617582929792294</id><published>2004-02-07T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T11:51:16.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February seventh, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Red Hot Chili Peppers- fortune faded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its saturday morning, and when i say morning, i actually mean its pretty early. I woke up at a surprising 10, and now at at 12 18, im already dressed and showered, it really is something to be proud of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i was just researching on animal rights and such, when i thought i would update here...even though nothing really happened from last time i did the update. Im still really looking forward to semi,tonight i think im going to go get shoes and other "finishing touches" at the mall. I have to wait though until the volleyball posse gets back from their tournament in Huntsville i think? Practically our whole unit is on the volleyball team excluding michelle and i, and elyse...who actually did try out for it, just failed to make it. Track starts soon, that could be interesting. I havent ran since er...last track season? well, that is of course excluding when i run to make the bus (hardee har har!). Track practises suck so much, but the actual meets make it all worth while. There so much fun, and we get to miss a lot of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i always complain about, i really am not enjoying science. Im planning to join sports teams that have to miss a lot of period 2. In addition, im going on every field trip the school offers so that i concidently always miss science, what a shame. BUT until i join some athletics (yah curling is already over), i have made a little plan (or scheme if you will) to pass science with a respectable grade (not any of this 52 in math crap!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SCIENCE OF PASSING SCIENCE WHEN YOUR TEACHER IS A MONO TONED CAT LOVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Since you really know nothing about science you cant participate, so talk to him (when he is not lecturing) about non-related science things. This way you will still hopefully get those participation marks.&lt;br /&gt;2.Take an interest in his class pets. Those really are his pride and joy.&lt;br /&gt;3.Rumour has it that he favours the class rejects, so wear shirts that say "I will not conform"&lt;br /&gt;4.Whenever you have a class discussion about animal rights, state your opinions, yes your game is on!&lt;br /&gt;5.Get your good ol' buddy adam to tutor you since he really is a science whiz!! (yes, you can have fun at tutoring sessions...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read my horoscope and told me to not pracrastinate things at home or school because authority will come after you...right ok, so im off then (yah! Mercury never lies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off like a prom dress&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107617582929792294?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107617582929792294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107617582929792294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107617582929792294' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107610406895551101</id><published>2004-02-06T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T15:50:11.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February sixth two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Moneen- Passing the America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first week of school is over and it went by fairly fast. I like all my classes, and i have a feeling, with time, i might actually enjoy science :o! i have drama with a bunch of weird folk, but it might get better...hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the countdown begins...&lt;br /&gt;SEMI IS IN 5 DAYS&lt;br /&gt;i am very excited! im glad i already got my dress, so i wont panic this week, and i can just relax and work on school work. I wonder what adam will wear? not that i really care in particular but you still must wonder. I still have to buy my ticket, i would laugh if it was sold out, that would suck SOO much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now im writing an essay on Animal Experimentation "vivisection" if you want to get all technical on me. ITs really interesting, as an animal activist i thought this would be the best topic for me. Its crazy, the second day of english we had a test, the third day we researched, and then in a week we have formal essays do...i just dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have to continue my researching...&lt;br /&gt;off like prom dress&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107610406895551101?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107610406895551101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107610406895551101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107610406895551101' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107593219512273101</id><published>2004-02-04T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T16:11:19.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February fourth, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Jimmy Eat World- Crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, well, well...it seems my blogs just went public&lt;br /&gt;Its weird, i was just ranting on how nobody reads them (not that i want anyone to read them, i really don't) but now the link to my blog has gotten into the hands of some people...that I would have rather it not had.&lt;br /&gt;But, instead of joining the witness protection program or skew my writing, im just going to write what i normally would...maybe it will make me a more of an open person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, semi tickets are now on sale, though i havent bought mine yet...Im going to buy mine, but i feel a bit hasty on whether or not i should buy his? Some people say i shouldnt, because he is the guy, thus a girl should never buy the tickets. Others argue that its a new age, and now to be "old fashioned" and buy him it because i invited him. We probably will just by our own tickets, a democratic system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so weird having science with Adam. Because we still talk and things but its weird because were in class, so all "touching" has to be to the minimal. and plus, he is super pro at science, well im less than mediocre so i really need to concentrate and im finding it hard..but ay, waht can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight im going to the mall looking for jeans, so of course, i wont find any, Its just the way the world turns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im off like a prom dress,&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107593219512273101?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107593219512273101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107593219512273101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107593219512273101' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107584360294033049</id><published>2004-02-03T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T15:58:42.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February third, two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Dashboard Confessional- The Sharp Hint of New Tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would first like to say.....&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE WOMAN OF THE HOUR...ASHLEY!&lt;br /&gt;(its funny, only one person will read this, and this "prop" will never even make it to her...)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, again im quite envious of her sweet 16ness, for i am still 15, a year away of anything close to driving...well excluding mopeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was school today, careers is getting better, it will be an easy course that is still semi-fun. Science is brutal, and even though its only the 2nd day, and were doing the easiet unit, im still finding it sort of hard. Maybe its because i sit next to Adam (so obviously more time will be spent talking to him) or maybe its because i can barely hear his lectures, or when i do hear a mutter or two, i stop listening because he is just soooo boring. He is mono tone, and he never cracks little jokes. Not even any of those cheesy jokes that all of us students grow to love. none, zip. Drama is good, and always will be, and English is fun. Though we had a pop quiz today...less than fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMI SYNDROME&lt;br /&gt;yes, im still uber excited for the semi formal, and mostly because of &lt;br /&gt;a) my uber cool dress that is just the shizznat!&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;3 ADAM&lt;br /&gt;All my posse (yah, its not worth typing out) have dates, excluding soojin and jackie, and the sooj has already asked someone just waiting for the response. Im trying to get this guy Gerrett to ask Jackie, because she thinks hes hot, and he is tall (BONUS). I sit next to him in english, and hes quite the character...for lack of better adjectives. Anyways the dates are as follows...&lt;br /&gt;- - - - SAM/ADAM&lt;br /&gt;ASHLEY/JAMES&lt;br /&gt;MICHELLE/?CHARLES?&lt;br /&gt;ELYSE/JASON&lt;br /&gt;SOOJIN/?REID?- - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, im off like a hit and run&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107584360294033049?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107584360294033049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107584360294033049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107584360294033049' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107575615201087273</id><published>2004-02-02T14:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T15:14:00.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February second two thousand and four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Dashboard Confessional-"The Good Fight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Well, Well...it was the first day of school today, horrah! No really, i mean that without the least bit of sarcasm. Well,  i guess the easiest way to write everything would be in chronological order so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I last left you with me going on and on how i was SOOO depressed about adam and everything. LOL its funny because everything i thought was going to happen didnt come true. Well i ended up going to the party (Seans Surprise B day) and (in my opinion) was  alot of fun. There was a lot of drinking, but i didn't drink that much, just some what i think was whiskey, and some mysterious substance in a green bottle. Anyways, maybe it was the abudance of drunk people, or maybe it was just because it was a sweet 16 party, either way, me and adam started talking. And soon we were doing our normal er..whats the word "fooling around", maybe those arent the right words, but i think you get the jist of it. I was still mad at him for not calling me, and then, as if he read my mind, he was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam--Ohh did you call me on thursday&lt;br /&gt;Sam--yah...but you didnt call me back&lt;br /&gt;Adam--I DID!! you just werent home, and i didnt want to leave a message&lt;br /&gt;Sam--ohhhh. *insert surprised and happy smile here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after that he was completely forgiven, though he probably never even knew i was mad at him. So then i asked him to go to semi with me, and then he said yes!! so NOW IM OFFICALLY excited for semi!!yippe! Anyways..that was the party in a nutshell. It was a "couples party" where majority of people were in couples..drunk couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY!&lt;br /&gt;yes, it was the first day, and of course it was exciting. my classes are as follows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers---SLACK TIME&lt;br /&gt;Science---i have with adam, SUCK UP TIME (hehe..in more ways than one..)&lt;br /&gt;Drama---ahhh i love this course&lt;br /&gt;Lunch---YUM.enough said&lt;br /&gt;English---a place for me to express myself (on paper?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, my classes are going well, there fun and im always laughing in them..a little too much in science.Well im going to Waterloo to visit my brother, so ill update later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF LIKE A SEMI DRESS&lt;br /&gt;sam*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107575615201087273?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107575615201087273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107575615201087273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107575615201087273' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107557901394885791</id><published>2004-01-31T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T16:00:20.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January thirty-first two thousand four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: To an assortment of sappy love songs..most of them by Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written here in a few days because there is so much for me to complain about i was just (to be frank) too lazy. But i decided i would finally grace the world with my writings...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;so this makes you think...where to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its Saturday and i just woke up (its now 2 34 pm) before you go calling me a bum because i slept away my day, please take note that i was up until 2 30 last night. I would love to say that last night i was partying and having a good time. But alas, i was at a friends house until 12 (ish) where we attempted to go outdoor skating, on unshovelled ice, and then we watched my fav movie "Edward Scissorhands". So i came home, ate some unhealthy food and then came on the computer and started chatting it up with some school friends. SO anyways, that was my exciting night. Yesterday, all i did was drown in my own self pity. I just sat in my room, listened to sappy love songs (which i had to d/l because im not usually big on the sap), played RCT and just read the book "The Perks of Being a Wall Flower". Ive already read it, but because i couldnt go to chapters and get a new book, i had to read the read (-past tense). After i read some of the book, i wrote some more (in an actual story im writing...on physical paper) about what is going on. The reason im in the Deepest Depths of Despair is becase of Adam. He hasnt called me back yet, im figuring, or (assuming if you will), that he just is busy, and couldnt call me back. Hes going to Seans surprise birthday party today, in which he will probably get drunk because of peer pressure...what else is new? Anyways, i might call him back on Sunday where i KNOW he will be home because we have school the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might try to convince my mother to take me to Chapters today, to buy a book. Someone once said that &lt;br /&gt;"Those who do not read, are as bad as those who cannot", i totally agree..i wonder who said that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Stop Crying Your Heart Out' the particular Oasis song im currently listening to. Perhaps i should follow it. And just get over Adam. Though its not like that will be possible. I sometimes feel i use Adam's shyness as an excuse on why he wont phone me back etc. Maybe its because i cant have comfort in knowing that he does not like me because of my personality (which i personally think is my best aspect). I dont know, im just going to see how everything turns out...and just wait for everything to unfold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       &lt;em&gt;  Cause all of the stars,&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Have faded away,&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Just try not to worry,&lt;br /&gt;                                                     You'll see them some day,&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Just take what you need, &lt;br /&gt;                                                         And be on your way,&lt;br /&gt;                                                  And stop crying your heart out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off like a Prom Dress&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107557901394885791?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107557901394885791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107557901394885791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107557901394885791' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107533568670184684</id><published>2004-01-28T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T18:23:37.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January twenty eighth two thousand&lt;br /&gt;Listening: The Mars Volta- Televators&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good shopping day. Surprisingly, we followed the plan to go to the mall today in the search for semi dresses. And another surprise is that i actually found "my dream dress". A few months ago i was invited to go a Christmas Party and so in which i needed to find a dress. I found "the dream dress" but it was 79, and that would break my already poor bank, so i had to subside with a shirt and a re-used skirt. BUT today at the mall....my dress was ressurected, and for less!! Now it was only $50, PLUS it had this little rip on the shoulder strap, so i could get a discount (i love having a mom for a steamstress!). So the final cost of the "DREAM DRESS" was $45!! DEAL! ha..i was very happy. I also got this uber leet, uber cool hat...though my mom describes it as "grandfather style" its still sweet. With my history fair prize, a gift certificate to HMV (yah, i won the History fair...suck it up) i bought the beatles cd "Let it Be...Naked". Its super good, i already had it but burned so i decided i would do my job as a fan and just buy it. Overall, it was a good shopping trip. Ugh i hate it when you go shopping and YOU HAVE TO GET JEANS...and there is none, And of course, when you have no money, you find these jeans that all look all so good on you. Its a mystery of life...it really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im seeing "The Butterfly Effect" im not too sure about it, Ashton Kutcher is playing a serious role...this could be interesting. I will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll im OFf like a SEMI dress&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107533568670184684?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107533568670184684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107533568670184684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107533568670184684' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107524177326919489</id><published>2004-01-27T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T10:31:30.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January twenty seventh two thousand four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: The Muse- unintended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! OH YAH!! there are very few "celebration" words that fully do the justice of how I feel right now!! Im so happy! exams are over! I wrote my last 2 today, history and latin. I had to rush my essay in history, but I don't think it was too bad. Latin was pretty good, since it was scantron the teacher gave us our marks an hour later...I got an 89 on the exam, which I think is pretty darn good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icy roads of Barrie, Ontario (Canada...for all you ppl that flunked Geography) has caused my parents, and the parents of my friends to think of the roads were too hazardous, thus not wanting to drive us snowboarding. How I long for my "sweet 16" birthday when I can take a stupid driving test and drive myself out to snowvalley and all the other pleasures of barrow. unfortunately, my birthday is in December so I have a long time to wait... Anyways, snowboarding was going to be so fun tonight, I haven't gone in a few weeks, probably because ive been studying for exams, and skating has been intense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi is still approaching and I still haven't gotten the balls (hm..just doest seem right) "I haven't gotten the guts" to ask Adam yet.  Everytime im about to, I forget and we move on to a new subject. We were both cramming for latino today between exams..oh man that would of been a perfect time, but alas I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost been a year since I started being a vegetarian. February 14. anyways im going to cut this short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peta.org"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that is a link to a good website...feel free to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off like a prom dress&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107524177326919489?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107524177326919489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107524177326919489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107524177326919489' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107514490647799840</id><published>2004-01-26T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T13:35:42.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January twenty sixth two thousand four &lt;br /&gt;Listening: Silverchair -Ana's Song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM taking a study break again, since my exam is tomorrow ive been studying up quite a lot. I surprisingly woke up around 10 30 (early compared to usualy 1 pm) and have studied mostly since. ive been listening to radiohead the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead-Pablo Honey&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead-Amenesic&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead-Ok Computer&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead-The Bends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't gotten to them all, but im pretty close. I've been trying to figureout what im wearing to semi, im not sure yet. Im going to the mall on Wednesday with some friends to get some clothing ideas. Last year i waited until the week before so only all the crap dresses were left and i got left with an OK outfit...&lt;br /&gt;the only piece i know i will be wearing for sure are these vintage yellow stilettos...it shall be cool.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i will figure out to post pics on here, and after semi i will put some on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;well im study break has exceeded its 15 minutes so im off...like a prom dress&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107514490647799840?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107514490647799840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107514490647799840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107514490647799840' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107509365660016398</id><published>2004-01-26T01:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T23:12:35.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January twenty fifth two thousand four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: The Beatles- "I me mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, ive already written today, but since im so bored, and i dont want to go to bed i thought i would do a little update...&lt;br /&gt;so i last left you with me complaining how i called adam but the line kept being busy and how i was afraid to call back, well around 9 pm (please note, that is in a different time zone then what this blog is) he actually picked up! He didnt seem too excited to hear my fake perky voice, but he explained that he was happy i called. I was just about to rant on about something (i rant so much i dont remember the specific topic) when he mentioned he was playing pool with his uncle. I felt really bad that i was interupting their game that i ordered him to get off the phone with me. He then promised to call me back later tonight. So an hour passes, but it seems like days to me. I was studying and i just had come on msn to chat it up with some other people procrastinating studying, when he FIANLLY called! I was happy. he said he was outside flooding the rink (in his backyard), and his brother was on the internet so he couldnt call, but decided to call me on a cell phone. I felt bad, but let it shrug off, and from there we had a good conversation. &gt;&gt;Adam is the guy im planning to ask to semi formal (Feb 12 04)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;IM SOOO excited for semi formals, im one of those geeks that are all about school social events. They are what i live for, no joke. Though it probably sounds like i would follow that statement by saying "OMGSH HIGHSCHOOL IS THE BEST TIME OF MY LIFE!!!" it really is not, and probably will not be. There are so many people there that just piss me off so much, that taints school so much. When i was in elementry school i hated missing a day of school because i couldnt stand the thought of people learning without me, But now school is just so mediocre. Or maybe its just my bad classes choices..? either way there is nothing that can be done. We always have those lectures in school where people come into our "cafetorium" (a lame excuse for the schoolboard not to build an auditorium) and talk about "choices" and making the best of highschool. How you only have this time once, and to make the best of it...How we should learn from their mistakes and crap. Maybe im just cynical, but these lectures do nothing for me. Sure, maybe it inspired me to study for school so i wont end up being the janitor at some commerical fast food chain, but nothing too much. Well im done my daily rant, i just heard a faint murmur of something about Tim Burton on t.v so I HAVE to go check that out (&lt;3 Tim Burton!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off Like A Prom Dress&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107509365660016398?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107509365660016398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107509365660016398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107509365660016398' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107508103586795703</id><published>2004-01-25T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T19:39:22.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So im just taking a break from studying for exams. Write now im doing history, and im doing WW1...there are so many battles and to me they are all the same. I hate war, and I hate studying it even more. After im finally done history, I will move on to Latin prep...fun times to come. Well I called Adam to as an excuse get some Latin help, but unfortunately the line was busy. I phoned back right after, it was still busy. I would of called a third time but then I remembered that maybe he had caller display and I didn't want to the retard that called 500 times! I just imagined his dad going "OMG THE CALLER ID MACHINE OVERHEATED! IT WAS AN ABUNDANT NUMBER OF "EDWARDS" THAT CAUSED IT!!" so im going to refrain from calling...for at least 30 minutes. I was at the mall today getting my watch re-sized (having super small wrists sucks for watches) and anyways the guy who would do the repairing said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repair guy: "ohhh so what grade are you in? 7 or 8?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "close........10"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im the only person that gets annoyed when people misjudge my age. OK, I can take a year, but 3!?!? I don't even look that young! that was just annoying. Its also that everything I see my relatives there always like "ohh man, does your family not feed you??" you can only fake chuckle at that joke so many times...ok well i have decided my study break is over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off like a prom dress&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107508103586795703?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107508103586795703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107508103586795703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107508103586795703' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375666.post-107500728404412471</id><published>2004-01-24T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T23:10:10.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January twenty forth, two thousand four&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Coheed and Cambria-In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, today was a brutal day...&lt;br /&gt;i had a figureskating competition (yah i figureskate, suck it up) but the club that was hosting it goofed up and put me in the wrong division so they put me in a lower group where i couldnt do any double jumps or axels, so i was stuck doing singles&lt;&lt;which is a drag. I didnt even place that great 5th. I got home from Uxbridge (1 30 hours from where i live) and ate some dinner (rice with tofu YUM!) and headed to my friends house. We chillaxed there, and did some stupid crap, all in a days fun. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;im worried for tomorrow because ive been procrastinating my studying for exams. i still have two exams to write: Latin and History. Both are fairly easy classes, just a lot of memorization. I have good marks in both (90,84) so its not like i have to pass the exam to pass the course (ugh like math...). Tomorrow i think im going to start a "latino" study group, with James and Adam. Yah that would be a great idea...it will be even more great because its Adam &lt;3...my latest love affair...i have love fetishes. What can i say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well im off like a prom dress&lt;br /&gt;SAM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375666-107500728404412471?l=go-veg-sam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107500728404412471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375666/posts/default/107500728404412471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-veg-sam.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107500728404412471' title=''/><author><name>samantha*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044113184658497310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
