obliviously obvious

i probably spelled that wrong, but oh well. i hate it when you’re with someone and it’s completely quiet. it’s usually my fault too, because i could easily fix the awkwardness that i feel by *gasp* talking. the reason why it’s quiet in the first place is because i can’t think of anything to say. that’s my rant on that.

i have so much work to do in the next two weeks. isu’s, presentations, essays, tests, and exams. plus one weekend i’m going camping in buffalo (yay), which means i have two less days to do some work. hmmm. . . at that point it would be english. which i can’t do this weekend anyway because i don’t have my essay back. this is all just pointless rambling because you don’t even know which essay i’m talking about. unless you’re nina or iljya, then you will. hah.

i think after this school year is over, my life will *hopefully* fall more into place. i would like to have a better idea of what i’m doing or where i’m going when i’m done high school. some sort of performance school or university. if i’m really lucky i’ll be able to drop out of school due to my winning of the mississauga idol competition. the way i see it, i’ve got a pretty good chance. the first auditions are on my birthday and i’m competitor number 13, which is my lucky number. i think those are pretty good signs.

i was thinking about mystery stories today. i hate the ones where you can never possibly figure it out because the solution is some rare information that only a select few would know before ever reading the book. you know the ones. they piss me off. there’s no fun in not knowing anything. it makes the whole book pointless. all the clues would go right over your head, the red herring would be the only solution you could see until they stated that he had some rare disease from a trip to africa that they mentioned only once before in the book. yea. mysterioso my ass. write something EVERYONE can figure out.