JUNE 9TH, 1999
I saw this type of thing on someone named Wong's page and I thought it would be pretty neat to try. I've been meaning to do this for quite some time now, but I've been studying for exams lately. In fact, I should be doing that right now, but I still have two and a half hours until my Spanish exam (my last one!) and there's nothing left to look over. I have to tell you right now that I'm not a very punctuation-friendly person, so don't expect me to use any silly indents or paragraphs. That just bugs me. Why should I have to segragate my words from each other? They're all letters, people! No one word is better than another! Why can't I just leave them all together, let them all be friends? Besides, I'm never really sure when one idea ends and another one finishes. So don't ask me to do that, please. Why am I doing this? Good question. I guess it's because I have a lot of things on my mind, and this would be a positive, productive way to express them. I'm not all that good at talking, and if you've ever talked to me, you'd know why. My little brain works too fast and sometimes when I'm talking about one thing and I'm thinking about another, I just skip the part in between and the other person gets confused. But I know what I'm saying! So this way, I can plan out what I want said, then say it in a clear, consice manner. So what shall I say now? A bit about me... I'm sixteen, exactly average hight for a woman (5 foot 4 and a half!) have brown hair, brown or green eyes (I'm not really sure and noone's been able to tell me so far) and... and... that's about it. I go to the Toronto French School where I have numerous amigos (there's the spanish comming back to me!) who all have different names (imagine that!). I live in Mississauga, wich is a real pain because that means that I have to get up early to take the school bus every morning at 7:25. And I... Hey wait a minute! What do YOU care? What are you doing? Why are you reading this? Don't you have anything better to do that read about me?... Sorry. I just wanted to see if you were actually paying attention. Though of course, now you think I'm some kind of evil monster, yelling at you and all. But I'm not! I really am not! I was just thinking... Say, hypothetically of course, that I'm an atheist ?(I'm not saying that I am, I'm just saying that anything's possible in this wild, wild world of ours). Then, say I go on a trip, an educational trip, a historical, artistic trip. Say we go into a church and everyone else touches the Holy water and does the sign of the Cross. Am I supposed to do that too? I mean, I've never been baptised, so I'm not exactly catholic, but I'm open to the possibility that God may indeed exist. So what will ahppen if I touch this water? Will my hand burn off or something? Because I'm not doing this thing out of faith, I'm doing it out of respect for the other people in the church. I really wonder about this kind of stuff...

JUNE 14TH, 1999
I don't understand all this hype about the millennium. The year 2000 is not, I repeat, IS NOT the beginning of the new millennium, people! DO NOT celebrate the comming of a new era on January 1st, as you will be making an idiot of yourself. I personally plan to have a small, select group of friends over on December 31st, 2000 to celebrate the REAL millennium. All those who make dolts out of themselves this year will not be welcome. I do not like to associate myself with dummies, other than those I am related to, of course. And that's all I have to say about that.

AUGUST 5TH, 1999

Hey, I'm sorry about the time lapse here. I've just been kinda busy with camp and all. Oh, yeah, you don't know! I'm acamp concellor and my name's Mowana. That's my friend Lar's dog's name, but I borrowed it because it seemed like a camp sort of name. Anyways, that's mnot what I'm here to talk about. I'm here to state the fact that I love Barenaked Ladies! I went to see their concert on the 25thand it was absolutely amazing! By Divine Right opened, and they kinda sucked so I had fun mocking them with my friend Sylvanne. Then some comedian came on. WQhat was his name?... I think it was Sean Collins, but it might have been something else. Anyway, he was really funny. He sang a bunch of songs and stuff. Then the band came on. At first I thought that they had someone standing in for Kevin because he just recently had a bone marrow transplant for leukemia, but then I realized that the slightly puffy person in the back WAS Kevin. I suppose that must be one of the side effects of the transplant, cause one of the girls in my school had one and she sort of swelled too. But the music was so huge and everyone was so hiped that I didn't mind so much. Only problem was that everyone there was like 30 years old. And there's me and Syv, 16 each, standing amids these old people, by my standards anyway. But they were all so funny! There was this goofy little man doing some strange tribal dance throughout the whole concert. It was hilarious! Okay, I'm going to break my own rule and start a new paragraph. Here I go...
BOYCOTT HEADERS NOW!
Yes, that's what I said. Boycott Headers Now. You know those silly little things at the top of an email that say "Subject"? Well, I find them absolutely frivolous and unnecessary. They are a complete waste of memory and a waste of my time. Who needs them anyway? Why must we know what a letter is about before we read it? My friend Lara pointed out that if we have a large number of emails form the same person, it would be easier to read the subjects than to read the whole thing. I, personally, think that is a totally ignorant and inconsiderate thing to do. If someone spent some of their valuable time to write you a letter or two or three, you at least should be considerate enough to read what they sent you. That's pretty much all I have to say for now. In the future, I plan to have a separate page for this, complete with a list of all my followers. So far I have 5 (including myself). If you have any comments on this, or if you wish to support me and join my revolution, please email me with your name and your solemn vow to never use headers again. JOIN THE REVOLUTION! BOYCOTT HEADERS NOW!

OCTOBER 24TH, 1999

So school has started (actually, it started a while ago, I just haven't written in a long time, as you can see). I'm really enjoying myself, oddly enough. Like, all my classes are exceedingly hard, and CAS hours are just driving me nuts (does anyone know where I can volunteer for something 'active'?), but it's fun! I have classes with all these different people that I would never talk to otherwise, and my teachers are so nice! I mean, I adore Mr Burston (chemistry teacher), Mrs Butler (English), M Pilaprat (French) and Ms Stuart (Art). That's why I'm so shocked when I hear people complain about how horrid their school is. This guy at work last night kept talking about how he has massive fights with his teachers, swearing at them and stuff, and them almost hitting him and it's just so sad! But then again, I understand why they would get mad at him; he spent the entire evening swearing (and for a waiter at a wedding banquet, that's not a good thing) and complaining about anything and everything. I mean, get a life man! And get some optimism. Life's too short to be sorry for yourself all the time.

OCTOBER 25TH, 1999

I had the best day today! I had two spares - one before and one after lunch, so Lar, Jess and I went to the local Marché. We got there at 11 and there was noone there! So we got to sit at one of the tables with swings. I've never sat at a table with swings! I was just a bit starving (to put it mildly) so I bought a strawberryorangebananathingy and pretty much chugged it. Then I shared a caesar with Jess, had a Rosti (wow, those Scandanavians make good food!) and shared a crepe with Lar. Actually, I pretty much made a pig of myself. But, hey! It was fun and tasty. And we had a good convo. They discifered my very odd dream about a guy I lose on public transit, argued about the bill (I won!) and tried to compare opinions on kissing, but that really didn't work out. I really pitty anyone who was listening in on our silly little banter. We must have been totally obnoxious. But hey! As I said before, it was fun! Then I came back to school, had another spare (we had to get back eary because Lar had class) and went to French. But Monsieur wasn't there, so I read Canticle for Leibowitz, the best book ever (besides Sophie's World) and then had art. I love art! Unfortunately, the masterpiece I was working on, a portrait of Kirsten Dunst, wasn't widely acclaimed. Christine said she was rather mangled, and Ms Stuart said she didn't like her. Apparently she has friends that worked on that movie Dick (which, incidentally, I've never seen and have to intention of changing that fact) and they said that Kirsten made a complete brat of herself. But that's okay, because my portrait doesn't look much like her anyway. Maybe I'll just abandon that project for now and work on the more abstract self-portait I have planned. Then I went home and did homework. Augh! I hate hate hate PHYSICS! And now I'm here. Yay! And it's 11 oclock! Yay! I guess I should go to bed. Yay! Get some sleep. Yay! I like sleep. Goodnight, all.