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| As we were celebrating our EXAMS-ARE-DONE!day, my friends and I decided to have a picnic.
The first one was after the math exam and we all brought food
(I carried a cooler. On the bus. Along with a picnic basket. LOTS OF STARING OCCURED).
Badminton was played with absolutely no rules and me PWNing all of my friends...through methods that might be thought of as cheating...
As well, we had cake. FRESHLY MADE CAKE BY FRIENDS. Life was played, where I ended up poor and changing my job illegally to a theif...
Anyways, that was all fun and amazing and such, but the second day was kinda more important.
I got lost.
I was travelling on the bus to my friends house. "Take the 11 and then the 50," she tells me.
I fell asleep on the bus, didn't know if I got off at the right stop, wandered around, and then finally reached the right stop.
Only to catch the 49.
WHICH TOOK ME SOMEWHERE INTO THE HEART OF DOWNTOWN TORONTO.
WHICH IS A COUPLE HOURS AWAY FROM WHERE I WAS TRYING TO GO.
Finally, I reached back to the stop I got ON the 49 and walked back to the stop where I can get the 11 going the opposite way.
...I ended up walking by the highway. For an hour. I found out later that it was ILLEGAL. OH WELL.
Then, finally, I arrived at my friend's house.
The party was at 10am. I left to get there at 8:30am. I ended up there at 1pm.
From now on, I shall keep maps with me. LOTS AND LOTS OF MAPS.
(Reminds me of this girl I know. She has pepper spray, first aid kit, emergancy flashlights, supplies, and more in her locker...)
Happily, at her house, I got to play Kingdom of Hearts and Disgeai
ANYWAYS, CIAO!
I have to try and escape now. Summer + Weekends + Evenings = me not being allowed on the computer and going out hiking/swimming/to parks/watching movies-I-don't-like.
I kinda hate this part of summer. I enjoy the hiking and swimming, but the movies...
Like right now. I have to watch Camp Rock. My sister is, so my dad assumed it is good... | |
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| Yeah, so now, three days after said banquet, I'm posting about it.
But that's ok. No one really cares about it anyways.
I was so excited to go.
By excited, I mean I had dressed up and everything (not to mention that there were some...guys there.)
...I arrive. My mother and sister are my entourage if nothing can be done about them, make it postive.
Slowly, confidently, I waltz on to my table. There are all sorts of random people there--Hello, stranger-who-happens-to-be-my-age--and suddenly, my table comes into sight.
Completely empty.
Oh well, I forgive them, as they can be late and it's their loss (THE FOOD! All sorts of HIGH CLASS FOOD LIKE CAVIAR. AND SHRIMP. MY SHRIMP. And ordinary food, of course...
..AND THIS IS JUST THE APPETIZERS!)
Half an hour passes, and they still don't show--It is NOT fashionable to be this late--but still I wait.
With my mother and sister for company, NOT THAT THEY WERE BAD COMPANY, OR ANYTHING. And there are some other young people at nearby tables.
(Um. I think I got a little jealous at this point. Here I was with two other people, at a table for THIRTEEN and there were the other tables with...FULL SEATS.
...AND THE SAD THING? ALL THE TEENAGERS WERE EIGHTEEN. I'M ONLY FIFTEEN! I WAS LIKE THE YOUNGER IMMATURE KID THERE. AND AT A PRATICALLY EMPTY TABLE. WE RECIEVED PITY LOOKS.)
...We had a spokesperson appear on the stage, talking about poverty and the boys and girls club, which I help during their christmas party. He was a little too funny for that presentation, but his pictures were depressing enough to make up for it. After a while, we finally got our food.
Darlings, that was one of the most amazing platters I've tasted. There was a salad with things I don't recongize on it, a tomato soup (that oddly enough reminded me of cheese) and all sorts of buns with butter.
Then came some chicken, potatoes, peppers, gravy, and some vegetarian food.
AND THE DESERT! IT WAS MOUSSE! CHOCLATE, WITH A STRAWBERRY AND-SHAPED-LIKE-A-PYRAMID-AND-HAVING-ALL-SORTS-OF-THINGS-SURROUNDING-IT MOUSSE!
DELICOUS, NO?
(...I might have gained a little wieght, because, THERE WAS JUST TOO MUCH GOOD FOOD.)
And I'd feel sorry for those people who ditched me and decided they had better things to do. but they missed all of this. AND I GOT MORE BECAUSE OF THIS.
TAKE THAT, YOU EVIL PEOPLE WHO SHALL NOT BE FORGIVEN.
....and we got cookies at the end. GINGERBREAD cookies. With a little frosting (or something) on it.
And as they were just sitting at the table...my sister and I might have taken more than we should have.
BUT THERE WERE SO GOOD.
...Oh, and they gave some shirley temples during the appetizer time.
My sister seemed to feel calm after drinking it, and claimed that it had a "tangy" flavour.
I think it was spiked.
Then my mother tasted it and broke that theory.
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