Hi. I'm going to Toronto tomorrow.
No entries for the weekend, er, um, at least not by my hands. I'm gonna set up one of those guest entry thingies that people do when they go away. Lisa and Mike should have fun with this.
I'm all packed. I'm ready to go. I'm SO looking forward to this trip. I need to get away. It's the second weekend this month that I'll be spending on a charter bus going somewhere that's 6 and a half hours away.
I'd like to express my frustration over something, as usual. I know that nobody from my school will ever read this diary but I have to vent this somewhere. Note to fellow classmate: *Will you please, stop asking me if you're going to see Jian/That Persian Guy/The Drummer/That guy whose name you can't pronounce?* The answer is no, unless it happens accidentally. But Toronto is a big city. I don't know what the odds are. It's not that I wouldn't want to see him while we're there, it's just that I don't expect to. Please stop asking me :)
We won't be getting back until Monday night at 10:30pm...so they say. So I suppose I won't be getting into school until about 11:45, just in time for the math class I hate and have missed too many times.
Mr. Roger's, my math teacher, is cool though. I keep quoting him in my diary. He makes it so easy. Cool guy. He's like a fat Dave Matheson...only with hair and uh, well, just with hair. Imagine that. Same humour.
I need to find some way of falling asleep before 11pm tonight or else everyone on my bus will suffer the wrath of a tired Sally. Nobody should suffer from that. We'll all be zombies as we reach the border, watching the South Park movie and singing along to Blame Canada.
Enjoy the guest entries. Take care :)
*S*
