Literature Essays

You'd think that the teacher would care about what you write. I mean, isn't that what a teacher always says- "I am doing everything for you..."? Well, if that's the case, then WHY THE HECK does she have to give me such painful and uninspirational topics to write about!? Give me a topic that I can have an opinion in. Please. Do this for me. Make stuff interesting. Please. It's not hard!

Mean People

You would think that people would have the sense and manners to talk about you when you are not standing right in front of them but no, it seems as if this is impossible. First off, talking about someone is just not right, if it is negative stuff that is. Gossiping isn't good either but I would have to admit that every one and a while it is interesting to hear who is dating who and so on. This brings my to my point of what I am saying.
Dang you girls who think that you can say whatever you want in hushed tones laughing and giggiling and looking at your poor innocent victim.

does ANYONE visit the blog?

I am putting in all the effort to write in a blog and who knows, maybe one day it will pay off. Like when I become a most famous author- people will trace me back to when I was 17 and they will see all these fabulous words and will be thrilled with the discovery. I haven't written an entry in about a month. So here is the most recent bit of thrilling information for me to share:

I just came home from Ottawa, and although I am still sick and very overtired, I think that, overall, I had a good time. I mean, I got to meet people from all across Canada and take part in very important celebrations. I also got to make my TV debut and I got to visit many different historical bits of Ottawa. And I even got to go to Quebec for a whole 45 minutes which could very well be one of the biggest highlights of the trip.

Not all teachers are bad

Actually all teachers aren't that bad. My dad is a teacher, and I am sure he is a good one. Jenn Salt is probably a good one. Ms. Chin the socials lady is a good teacher. But sometimes school can sure get boring. Like right now for instance.

the most exciting thing happened!

Well, I am an incredibly bored girl so I was oh so thrilled when I noticed a comment on my comment board. Do you know what this means? It means that I am not just writing in my blog for my own enjoyment but that other people are reading my wonderful entrys. Thank you my dear Katrina for leaving a message. It made my day. And, I do miss you too only I don't really know the next time I am heading in your area. Dang.
Like I mentioned earlier, tomorrow is a day of school-the first day in a new semester. If you didn't detect my sarcasm beforehand then let me inform you now. I am not really excited. School is a pathetic attempt at older people trying to teach us stuff that we could learn in the one year when actually it takes us 13 years to learn. Who was brilliant enough to come up with this idea? If I ever meet that person then I want to bop them on the head. I need strength for tomorrow.

school again.

Yay, the best day in the world is about to come. School. Yipee.

Do We Need Alcohol to Have Fun?

This past weekend I went to the CIT party. It was incredibly fun seeing everybody again. What a cheerful bunch of kids. Which brings me to my ramble of the day. Why does everybody think that we need alcohol to have fun? I am living proof that alcohol is not needed to have a good time. Alcohol is a waste of time that can screw up your life forever. Live a bit and don't drink. Eat food at parties. Play DDR. Try on prom dresses. But don't drink. Geez. Get a life.

Hello: Natasha's First

Hello and welcome to my beautiful blog
I don't know what type of thing to write in a blog or I do not know what I shouldn't be writing but I do know that blogs are kinda popular so it may be interesting for me to broden my horizons and try something knew. It also may be a good thing to do if I am to become a writer in the future so I am going to promise that anyone who is to look at this blog will think of it as a work of art and visit time and time again.