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[24 Apr 2006|03:40pm] |
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Ok, so, Candice is trying to set me up with Italian boys again. As everyone knows, I hate people, particularly boys. Particularly boys with whom I can't communicate.
Here's the story in which I am sure none of you are interested.
When we were out on Friday, I came upon Candice et al sitting around a table at the Black Pearl. As I am aquainted with her boyfriend and all her friends boyfriends, I was surprised to see a new boy at the table. I inquired discreetly as to his identity, found he was a friend of Candice's boyfriend and thought that was the end of the whole affair. I discovered I was wrong when I got a note from Candice in class about how I should meet said boy, because inquiring about someone obviously means you think they're cute. To summarize a long and , I got roped into going with the group to have an outing, at which he will be present.
Someone please put me out of my misery.
PS. I have discovered that I am not really a human, but an "otherkin". My true nature and being is a werepyre, a person who turns into a vampyre with the full moon. I hope you can all accept me for who I really am.
PPS. I got accepted to Ottawa for a Bachelor of Arts with honour and a minor in Medieval studies.
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[15 Apr 2006|01:47pm] |
So the school is all like: "Hey Davina, why don't you do this thirty hour famine thing, it's for starving children in Africa!" And my mouth said "Sure!". And then my brain reminded me that I was anemic and had to take my iron pills with food. So I decided to cheat. But then I had to sign something that said I wouldn't cheat. So here I am, a day in, and my head feels like it's floating off my shoulders. Which is cool.
Also, this school is full of so much drama it's not even funny, unless you're sadistic like me.
I watched some of Veronica Mars, and it's pretty good.
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| I'm Back |
[27 Jan 2006|03:04pm] |
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I am back in Italy.
Air France is the best airline in the entire world.
The Stewards are nice, they speak both English and French perfectly, the food is good, the give you baguettes, and there were TVs in the chairs.
My new roommate is nice & friendly, although the old one seemed sane at first to.
I have good teachers and good classes, and where is Candice? She promised we'd go for Cappucinos.
So everything's pretty good, despite the fact that I am exhausted right now. Honestly.
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[29 Oct 2005|02:19pm] |
Dear Canada,
I am dying of scurvy
Please send oranges
Love,
Davina
My meals usually consist of pasta and potatoes.
Yeah.
So I went to the hallowe'en dance.
It sucked.
I'm doing well in school?
I don't know, I'm bad at this sort of stuff.
Oh, I know.
The art teacher is a crazed harpy! This one time, Lexa, who is super cool, tried to hand in a piece of art, and the teacher said it was not finished yet, and started pointing out the flaws in front of the class. Lexa said "well, I think it is," because she had been working on it for a long period of time and felt it was finished. The art teacher said "well, I guess it's that time of the month for you."
Now, I don't know when that sort of behavior is acceptable from a teacher, but I'm fairly sure it's never. She is like a female Mr. Danforth, except she pretends to be nice, then she gets you alone and starts to tear strips of you. She's made people cry before, and she fabricates memories, and every art class is pain.
So there you go.
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| I guess I should update..... |
[28 Sep 2005|01:12pm] |
It was totally my birthday yesterday.
I didn't get totally smashed, despite other's plans for me. I did drink half a glass of wine because the pizza place gave it to us for free though. I also got out of study hall. Tania, my roommate and Stevie, my friend and I all went out on the corso. I got a Che Guevera poster from Tania, Stevie paid for dinner for me, and the others say they'll get gifts for me, but whatever. I wasn't even expecting to get any this year.
I went to Rome some time ago. I hate big cities, so basically my reaction was "meh". The ruins were cool. I got some good pictures and bought some clothes.
Still starving, however. Also, the men are still slimy. They start young, too. I've had 10 yr olds tell me I'm beuatiful as I walk by. It's wierd. Also, I'm fairly sure I'm too old for them.
The school is divided into four houses, or "quartieri". I'm in Sacca. We're winning currently. In fact, the whole thing is kind of like Hogwarts, except more hard liquor. And bar fights. But we do have three people with Birtish accents. Well, one of them does. The other one has a strange british-esque accent because she lived in south africa, the other is austrailian. Also, half of the people here are french, and speak french all the time and the rest of us are all like "speak english because we can't understand you when you speak foreign languages and it's rude."
Also, Lexa's trying to convert me to veganism. She tries to show me propoganda which I refuse to watch because then I might feel bad about eating meat.
I think that's it.
Actually, that's not it. I forgot to tell you about my Classical Civilizations teachers.
He was taught at Oxford by JRR Tolkien, so I'm 2 degrees away from him now. He oviously wasn't taught english by Tolkein, because I don't remember The Lord of the Rings having so many quotation marks. And now, an excerpt from my notes, copied exactly as he wrote them.
"-a Greek chorus was comprised of "12" people"
He seriously uses 13 pairs a note
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| As requested... |
[07 Sep 2005|04:15pm] |
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I have a roommate. Her name in Tania. She's insane and she will actually take up on my offer to take this outside. She's actually not my original roommate. My old roommate switched with Tania to be with another girl. But I think I get along better with Tania than I would with my old roommate. I don't think that she and I could connect very well.
As for my crazy friends, they're totally crazy. I was all like "where did you get that scar?" and Ali was all like "shark attack"
And then I was like "omg that's totally awesome etc. etc."
And then she's all like "actually, it was a log attack"
And that's less awesome, but she still has a cool scar.
As we were speaking of scars, Kate told us of this crazy art teacher she had that slashed a student's arm as they were using exacto knives. Which is also awesome, I guess.
Anna is like me, except more of an alcoholic. She's Irish, which is ok in her case because she loves whiskey and knows the actual words to Irish drinking songs. Also, she loves greek myths and is very mean and sarcastic. I'd show you pictures, but I don't know how.
We also went to the Tremiti Islands on the weekend, but they were boring. Beaches suck. But I got a nice tan! woo, party.
Also, I got a 96% on my Italian test.
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| School, I guess |
[31 Aug 2005|01:12pm] |
So I've been in Italy about a week now. The classes I'm taking are Italian, Classical Civilizations, and Art.
My teachers are nice, especially my Italian teacher. She is so much better than Paoliello that I could vomit. In happiness. Soon I'll be able to converse with Minelli, because we all know he can't speak english.
Classical Civs is all about the ancient Greeks and Romans. We're starting with mythology. I'm going to ace this class.
Art, we're learning how to draw. I'm going to ace this one too. I drew a pretty bunny to-day.
I also managed to chase my roommate away. Well, not so much. She liked someone else better than me. She switched to another room. Unfortunately, I got another roommate, so I don't have the biggest, nicest room in the dorm to myself. Fortunately, I get along with her better than my last.
Everything you've heard about Italian men is true. I walk down the street, and all I hear is "I love you!" and "Bella!" and things like that. Once, when I was walking home from sherlock's with two other girls, a guy comes up to one of the girls and says, "you are like the queen of the other girls. I want to speak with you alone". For some reason, she and the rest of us refused to let him take her. He persisted, we stopped up our ears so that he could tell us that he likes her. She says she has a boyfriend. He asks her if the boyfriend is in canada. She says yes. He continues to persist, and drags in some other guy just standing around, saying that he's been pining for the other girl. The guy looks embarrassed, says something derogatory about Italian men, (the aggressor pointed out that he is Italian) and we are finally able to escape.
So other than the people, this place is cool.
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| Italy |
[27 Aug 2005|12:46pm] |
I'm here in Italy. I shall tell you about.
The flight was the worst thing I have ever experienced. I have never really hated airplanes before, just airports. Airports are usually designed by the devil, and have long lines and people watching you and security guards trying to see something to accuse you of. I suppose the ride had to be bad, since the airport was relatively good, by which I mean there were few lineups.
But on the plane I didn't get a window seat, which meant that I couldn't sleep. The flight attendants couldn't speak english, and the flight stopped in France for an indeterminable reason. I had seen the movie before, and it would not hold up to more than one viewing. The guy in front of me had his seat all the way back, and there was no possible way for me to get comfortable. The food was pretty bad.
In conclusion: Never fly Alitalia.
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| I'm FREE |
[23 Jun 2005|10:46pm] |
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BAHAHAHA! I just left Merivale for the last time to-day!
I'm never going back there ever again!
It's all like "Thanks for nothing, JERK-FACE!
GOOD RIDDANCE! I'm off to Italy! See you NEVER!"
But first, to the Caribbean to meet pirates.
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[22 May 2005|09:13pm] |
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I saw Star Wars III. 'Twas good.
-Davina
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[21 Apr 2005|08:46am] |
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I ♥ Lenin
and Sanchez
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