I was watching this show, Talking To Americans (the premise is a Canadian comedian acting like a news anchor and asking Americans ridiculous and false questions, actually getting serious answers out of the bastards) and the funniest thing happened. The host-dude said something like "Do you think the Canadian education system should be ashamed that most Canadian children couldn't locate their home state on an unmarked map?" The joke being that, of course, we live in provinces (not states) and there's only 10, so there's no missing 'em. But this one New Yorker had her little son beside her, and said "Yes, they should be." The little kid, who was no older than 8, goes, "Hold on! Canada has provinces!" and the woman looks baffled. FRICKIN' IDIOT! Even your frickin' kid knows Canada has provinces, you --.

Ooh, and in another part, the host asks George Bush something, but states in his question that Canada's prime minister's name is Jean Poutine. Of course his name is really Jean Chretien, and a poutine is a name for fries with cheese and gravy (sort of a running joke). The thing is, President Bush just answers the question, and completely disregards the "Jean Poutine" remark! FRICKIN' IDIOT! It's not like a Canadian would think the U.S. President's name was George Pizza, Americans could show us the same common courtesy and remember Chretien's fucking name!

This being from someone who doesn't give a rat's ass about politics. I just like bashing Americans, even though I so long to live there.

Well, I'm still sick. But I'm in pretty high spirits, and... I have a slurpee!

"I think I'm cute / I know I'm sexy / I've got the looks / That drive the girls wild" *does the Shawn Michaels boogie-down*

OOH! I changed the layout at Silent-Fear Lyrics, my little-publicized site that could, and it looks downright sexy! Go look at the splash page! It took me like an hour just to get all the lyrics that make up the background of it. Oh, and did I mention that I have a slurpee? *continues her Shawn Michaels boogie-down*

Oh, the scariest thing happened to me. I've never been more scared. On Tuesday, I was very sick, but wanted to have a shower because I'm addicted to cleanliness. So I'm washing my hair, and all of a sudden I get very dizzy. So I lean on the side of the bathtub. Then I get up and rinse my hair, but while I'm doing it I realize that I need to get out of that bathroom fast. I grab a towel, run out of the bathroom, and collapse, where I blank out for about five minutes. When I realize where I am, I lay there until I feel okay, and then phone my mom and panic. It was so scary. But apparently it was just because I was sick. Damned bronchitis.

But I'm slightly better. What I like about being sick is that I eat, like, once a day and have no appetite other than that. :)

On Friday, the teacher paired a few of us up and made us go post flyers around the school. I went with one of my friends, and D-l went with one of his. Well, we kept meeting up around the school, and trying to put up our flyers first. Do you know what this involved? YES, D-l actually talked to me! OH MY FRICKIN' GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. I talked to him, too, and it was only for mere seconds, but it was great. :P Ooh, and when another friend saw Harry Potter 2 with me, guess what she said!

"Hey, you know, that Daniel Radcliffe kid looks a lot like Kyle."

ACH! Kyle being D-l! Dan-lookalike! *squeals; dies* Finally I have a second opinion! Whee-hoo! When I squeed to her about it, she said "I know you've been obsessing over it, but he really didn't look like him 'til this movie." Which rocks, just the same. It means I saw the resemblance early. :)

If I listen to Stephanie McMahon sing "Wind Beneath Our Ring" one more time I will die laughing. That woman should be as far from a microphone as humanly possible. As should all the wrestlers that sang back-up.

Tomorrow I've got drum lessons, then I'm going to a friend's birthday party. It should be good, provided I don't get any more sick.

So yeah. I'm pretty happy. I miss my workouts more than anything (bronchitis makes you unable to breathe in enough air for strenuous activity) and I'm currently stuffed from pasta, but I have a slurpee, my CosmoGirl! finally came in the mail, and I feel like chilling. Tomorrow the fun, Sunday the homework. Which is good.

then + now