tiff 08

This week is the Toronto International Film Festival. It kicked off thursday night, and stars have been rolling down the red carpet on Queen st Ever since. Me & my friend decided to go check it out last night, considering it was a friday night & we had no other plans.

After school, we took the GO bus from our little town into Union station & subwayed it to Queen Street... We didn't really know what to expect, nor were we very educated on what was going on. We went to the AMC (which is this ginormous movie theatre) and attepmted to get rush tickets to see "Me and Orson Welles" the film Zac Efron was in. Unfortunately, there was some sort of rumor running around saying that Mr. Efron himself would be attending the film, so the tickets were sold out before we even got there.

We kept trekking, exploring downtown, right in the middle of the chaos. We did some shopping (mostly at Urban outfitters & the balck market, I'm a complete sucker for those stores) and we had some thai inspired dinner. The weather man was calling for rain, but luckilly that held off until we got home.

After dinner, we checked out the etalk festival party which was just buzzing with commotion. neither of us cared enough to actually weave our way through the mob of people... the scene too reminicant of a certian Jonas Brothers fiasco just 3 months ago. Standing on our tippy toes looking from afar we DID manage to get a short glimpse of Ellen Page & someone who looked an awful lot like Brad Pitt... Ohh and we saw Ben Mulroney... but he hardly counts as anyone other than the former prime minister's rebelious son. *scoff*

Oh and we tried to get into the etalk party, but some big security guy said we needed wristbands... and to be at least 3 years older... Oh well.

So that was my friday night... not overly exciting, but not dull enough to complain about any monotonity... is monotonity a word? who knows. Kay, well I'm going to go write some stuff about some things in my new story (YES i started a new one... hopefully I remember the others as well)

ciaooooo

--Lauren

bee-eff-eff ?

Are all best friends so emotionally needy?

... or is that just a trait specially reserved for my best friend?

I mean, I get it... I'm her bestfriend, I'm here to help her out, grab her a tissue when she breaksdown, and tell her that it'll all be okay... But lately (in the last few months) it's been non-stop! She over-reacts to EVERYTHING and I've gotten countless phone calls & texts at 2 in the morning saying that she hated life & hated the world & hated everything about everything. If its not complaining about the boy that doesn't notice her, its her classes that suck, or her mom on her case about something

& There is ALWAYS something. She makes problems out of absolutly nothing, and kills herself with stress and grief and sorrow. Its painful to watch, and not really be able to do anything about it... But I'm there, by her side everytime she needs me... trying to console her, or to be her reality check. I may not always say the right thing... and I may give her the answers she didn't want, but in the end, I'm there when she needs me. Every time.

But how come she can't seem to reciprocate any of that? I have problems... a hell of a lot of them to be honest. My family's messed up in ways she can't even imagine... My family's been through so much crap, including, but not limited to: Drug abuse, Jail time, cancer, deaths, foster care... the list goes on & all within the last 8 months. When I was at my worst, I tried to talk to my friend about how i felt... I needed some assurance of normalcy & the like, but no. She was "Going to her sister's dance recital". the next day she was "watching a movie on TV" and she couldn't PVR it because it was "getting to the good part" UGH

yet when when she has a freak out the day before she leaves for camp, claming that she will hate it there & won't make any friends... I was the one talking her through it, assuring her that she would have fun, texting these things While sitting in my Uncle's Funeral!!!!!

I've always been insecure of my role in the world... I hate feeling obsolete. It's bad enough to feel that way with my family, but not being good enough for my friends attention... It's just too much.

But I guess I'll have to get over it in the way I normally do... Be my own bestfriend. Sad, I know, but necessary. Writing out my feelings is probably more benificial than talking about them to someone else anyways. I'm just thankful I''m a relatively positive person... pessimism is too hard to spell.

Sorry4therant

--Lauren

see it NOW

Have you seen dark knight yet?

If the answer is no... WHY THE HELL HAVEN'T YOU?

Ohmigosh I just saw it a few hours ago in the theatre with my friend and it blew my mind, seriously. Even if you're not really into the whole superhero/ action movie thing, this one is worth it! Really! my friend went with me (i practically had to drag her into the theatre) and her favourite movies all have Zac Efron in them, and EVEN SHE loved Dark Knight.

I love those kinds of movies... the ones with lots of action, fast-paced plotlines & a few clever jokes thrown in here & there. (Although Dark Knight has not surpassed starwars... I will be a starwars nerd for life) As far as superheros go though... batman's kind of lame. he has no powers... just lots of money & a sweet ride.

HOLY SPEEDOS BATMAN!

Haha spiderman pwns as far as i'm concerned

time4me2bounce

--Lauren

Apple Yogurt?

Today in English class we got our very first assignment back. It was just a diagnostic-type thing to see where our writing level was as an individual & so the teacher knows what to work on & so on.

Anyways, My friends all got theirs back before I did & I was starting to get really nervous & crap. I mean, I like to write, but I have no judgment as to whether I actually have any talent, ergo, this feedback was crucial.

So yeah... my turn rolled around, and the teacher called me up as she did with everyone else. My heart was racing, practically audible, as I stood before her desk. She grabbed my paper & looked up at me, revealing no prevailant expression... THE TENSION WAS UNBARABLE!

"Wow" was all Ms Attwell said at first, leaving me to stare at her incrediously. "Your entry was the best in the class" she cracked a warm smile while I just stood there, mouth gaped open in disbelief. She rambled on about my vocabulary and use of literary devices and so on... but I wasn't really paying attention. The one thing I did catch however was her referring to my writing as "Pure artistry"

Holy compliments Batman!

I'm very grateful for her nice words and such, but at the same time a little bit distraught; I don't want those words to sink in too much. I mean, they were all very nice, and much appreciated, but I don't want a big head. I don't want to start thinking that I am this amazing writer who does everything with perfection and grace... Cuz I don't. I just need to remember to work hard with every piece I submit, knowing I'm not the best writer in the world... and critizism is healthy. As much as you learn, there is always a vast amount of room for improvement.

I'm still a little diluted from that class... artisrtry... It's difficult to wrap my head around.

Ooh and I had apple yogurt for lunch today... isn't that a wierd flavour?

peace&love&everythingelse,

--Lauren

homefun

So today was the second day of school... Not a terribly BAD few days, but not my favourite either. I've decided to stay in accounting class. My dad's an accountant, so he's in parental euphoria right now... all proud & such.

English looks like a lot of work... but i know it will end up being my favourite class... again.

Photo is interesting. The class its self is fine, but I do NOT like the people in it. They are all of the popular-mean-stuckup kids who gossip about the person right next to them & flip their hair wayy too much. They all talk alot in class, meaning they will get split up... meaning a few of them will end up sitting at my table *shudders*

Math... math is the killer. I've never been good at math. I'm in the 11th grade, and I still am at a loss of knowing my times table. I took 11 University prep functions, which is a fancy way of saying "this class is super hard" On the first day we got review homeowork (only my teacher calls it homeFUN) that looked like this:we had to like... do something with exponents & something, something equivilant. Yeah, math officially sucks... and this is only REVIEW of what I'm supposed to have learned last year! god save me when we start learning something new.

gotta go do my homefun *puke*

--Lauren

insert poem title here

The sensation of wind is all that could be felt
the sunset makes it impossible to notice anything else
warm colours dance across the horizon
They can see their reflection in her eyes
in that moment she knew that she was flying
and she forgot about it all
Reality slowly began to slip away
as darkness took its course.

timetable blues

My school is oficially stupid.

I went to register for school today, and when I got my time table... they messed it up. Instead of Media Studies & Philosophy, they put me in intro to Accounting & Communications Technology.

EW

So right now my 1st semester is looking like this:

1st per. Accounting
2nd per. 11 University prep; English
3rd per. Lunch
4th per. Photography
5th per. 11 University Functions; Math

It's not so bad... but I'm still going to talk to the guidance counciler tomorrow... try and switch into something else.

ewwschooltomorrowblehhhhh,

--Lauren