Today is the day I cease to be Canadian.

How can I feel pride for a country that neglects its future? Kicks the dirt under the carpet?

Canada is not a multicultural, accepting country. This is a myth. Canada is a country filled with hypocrisy. From the Prime Minister's office down to the services meant to protect and support Canadians. I am ashamed to be called a citizen of a country that ignores its poor, a country catering to the rich and elderly. Do you know why Canada's population is aging? because its young citizens are disillusioned with this true north, strong and free. You can get an education. IF you can pay thousands for tuition. You can get help if you hit rock bottom. IF you were abused and have evidence that could be backed up in court. You're free to leave home at 16. BUT if you stay in school to finish your diploma, your parents have total control over your schooling. They sign everything. The other option is to drop out and work in minimum wage jobs. IF you don't mind living under the poverty line. If you don't meet the criteria, tough luck! they don't give a shit.

This definitely encroaches on some rights. But those affected don't have the money or the power to change it. They get downtrodden by the system.

I'm sure every country has similar situations. But there is NO help for 16 year olds trying to make a life. No one cares if they starve. No one cares if they die on the street. No one cares if they can't finish highschool and drop out. No one cares if they have no lunch to eat, no one cares if they live off of charity. No one CARES! they're nothing but failures, lazy, worthless. These failures are this country's FUTURE! This country doesn't even care about its own future.

I am ashamed to be Canadian.

The girl's a super freak

She's alright, that girl's alright with meeeeeee... YEAH!

Just imagine Rick James- Super Freak mixing with Monty Python- Intermission music and MC Hammer- U Can't Touch this. That would be addy's brain hyped up on sugar.

On another note, I hate zombie movies. If anyone pretends to be a zombie around me, I WILL HIT YOU. I apologize in advance. Allana found this out the hard way. I'm sorry allana!

Scotty, BEAM ME UP!


I swear, a real post will come soon when I'm not swamped with homework and tests and other madness :|
Possibly some pictures of my halloween costume, which was awesome btw

*Intermission*

The Epic of Addy, Pt 1

*please note that these are memories, and there's been tons of stories how memories don't always match up with actual events.. just so's ya'll know*

Backstory:

The clock ticks slower and slower. Each second draws out longer then the one before, any slower and time would be going backwards. The students struggle to pay attention to their teacher. Trying to focus, to make sense of what he says.

"This is important information. You must know this! Why you do not know this?" The teacher frustratingly tries to communicate across a language barrier, to students in a foreign land, in a foreign tongue. He knows they have been taught this concept before. Blank looks echo around the room, it's obvious the lights are on. If only someone was home.

She glances down at her watch. Three seconds have passed. The teacher tries to explain a new concept. She doesn't understand what he's trying to explain, although she knows the lesson he's trying to teach. Being homeschooled did have it's advantages; she can teach herself from a textbook. The notes are down in the binder. There are still 30 min left in the class. Bouncing her pencil up and down, she searches for ways to amuse herself. A thought comes to her, grinning, she starts to write......


Actual storyness:

When I was 3 days old, my mom brought me home from the hospital. I'd been delievered by c-section, because I'd managed to turn myself the wrong way around, and wrap the umbillical chord around my neck. The doctors kept me there a couple of days, just to make sure everything was ok. When my mom got onto the boat to head to Piers, a wave rocked the boat, and caused my mom to loose balance. She dropped me (carseat and all) into the ocean, as she scrambled to keep from falling in herself. It was early March. Ever since then, I've been tied to the sea; there really is salt water running through my veins.

I spent my first year on the island. Because my dad moved about alot with his job, my mom usually accompnied him. On one such trip, returning to Victoria from Fort McMurry, I started to cry. I cried non-stop all the way, about eight hours. When my parents checked into a motel, mom took me for a walk. Two blocks away, my dad could still hear me clearly. They hit the road again. As soon as they drove into the ferry terminal, I stopped. The cause of my crying was an ear infection, but I like to think I just missed the ocean.



stay tuned for part II later, when I have time to type more up >: )

Techno and Stormtroopers

Go well together, kinda like blackberries and ice cream.

Or irn bru and more irn bru.

Just irn bru.

I like irn bru.



*distracted at thought of irn bru*

I'm listening to The Final Countdown by Europe. Not nearly as badass as Mortal Kobat, but still good. Today, is a good day. Today is a day where I'd sail away into the sunset, and roam the seas. Today is a day where I'd sell my soul and my firstborn child for a sailboat. But not my irn bru. It's not THAT good of a day.

Today is also a bad day. Tomorrow is Monday, the worst day in the week. Monday, when I have five days of torture and agony in the name of schooling. No, I'm not being over-dramatic! I need new shoes. Maybe I'll get shoes Monday.

I need a job. Then I can get goodly shoes.

Tuesdays not such a bad day. Tuesday is kickboxing. That I'm looking forward to!



I'm going to go back to killing stormtroopers

Uptown girl/ you know I can't afford to buy her pearls

But maybe someday when my ship comes in, she'll understand what kinda guy I've been..

Westlife is amazing. So is Girls Aloud.


A long long time ago, in a galaxy far away.....

Addy self combusted at the thought of school. I strongly dislike school. The administration and the student population mostly. I actually enjoy the learning part. I have Mr Newton for Socials, amazing teacher. Mr Hilton for Bio, he's pretty good. And Mr Roome. For Math. I like Mr Dawe better. Mr dawe explains it well. One week down, 10 months to go >:(

And then summer. And then my last year, possibly spent as a roomie with matt, stephan, and rachel. THAT I'm looking forward to. After highschool, FREEEEEDOOM!


watch out scotland