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My grade twelve English teacher detested me. During my journey through school I was always good at writing. Getting anything below eighty percent never happened. I loved writing, I didn’t want a career in it, I just liked to do it.

Then, I entered grade twelve. My teacher was a mousy looking woman with glasses to big for her shrunken face and bangs that the 1980’s needed to reclaim. She had several phrases that she used at least ten times a day such as “I could buy that,” and “Alright gang”.

She marked me harshly, yet gave no pointers as to where I went wrong. My average suffered, yet she preached to us about how cruel we are to her and that no one will ever help us like she did.

Past her criticisms with no suggestions for improvement, by the end of the year I was better, and I recognized that. Although the entire class felt they weren’t getting the marks they deserved I felt so proud when on my last assignment she finally left me a comment that said she, “Enjoyed the story, but felt it was too graphic at the end”.

Either that, or she was one of those teachers who mark by throwing the assignment down the stairs and the closer it is to the bottom floor the higher the mark, and she just happened to get stronger by the end of the year.

Finally Jake got his new laptop today, which meant that I finally could buy him his own World of Warcraft account to play. Myself, and a group of my school friends are all playing on Arygos Alliance side, so if anyone plays on that server, feel free to add Lovelle as a friend, and say hi!

Today was also my Grandfather’s birthday, he hit the rich old age of seventy nine.

On top of all that, Jake also learned that my Grandma is forgetful.

Grandma: “Jake, in the fridge we have Seven Up, Water, Cranberry Juice, Ginger ale, and Seven Up, oh wait we don’t have Ginger ale, but I think we might have Seven Up.”

I’ve been invited to an all night camping party tonight, however I don’t feel like going. Firstly, I don’t own a tent and secondly, it’s raining outside, and I don’t feel like sleeping on wet grass.

I really should go because I have been neglecting my friends this summer, but not on purpose. I’ve been busy with work, and now that I don’t have to work I just want to catch up on all that sleep I have missed.

Since today has been such a dreary day, I stayed in and worked on my blog. I didn’t even play World of Warcraft or Wii Fit, or get out of my pajamas for that matter.

In other news, my family’s replacement washing machine for the new washing machine we bought early this year that never worked, has also broke. So I’ve been privileged enough to hear all day from my Mother, “Twelve towels to be washed at the laundromat! That’s almost all our towels! How many towels do you need in one week?” What she doesn’t know is that also includes towels from the previous week, but she didn’t quite grasp that concept.

Also, I have the newest JG Wentworth commercial stuck in my head. You know, the one with the people singing in the Opera about needing cash now? (If you click on that, you’ll see what I’m talking about.) It’d be sweet if they stopped showing that commercial.

After several hours of playing World of Warcraft today, I finally convinced myself that it was time to get a move on and work on my domain.

It isn’t the hand made layout I expected to put on my site, but none the less I finally have something besides an ugly template that is unique and made by me. This layout is still a work in progress, but at least it’s nice enough the way it is right now.

It is an edited version of the K2 template, and I’m very happy with it.

This website is about my writing anyway, not about how much I remember how to edit every aspect of my website just using a CSS file!

Be ready for some actual content being added to the blog!

As the title says, I still haven’t finished the new layout for Fivefootone.net. I promise it’ll be done, on the soonish side. It’s pretty simple looking still, and I’m still not quite sure about the colour scheme, but if you’d like to see a sneak peak as I work away on it, feel free to view it right here as I write this my sidebar is a total disaster that needs to have some padding added onto it.

Please leave comments and suggestions for the layout right here!

It’s funny how the plans for your day can so abruptly change. After my Wii drama yesterday Jake came over to comfort me and take me to the beach.

Well, at least that was the plan.

Somehow it evolved from going to the beach, to pick my parents up supper, cut the lawn for my parents (well I didn’t do it, Jake did, for free might I add), finally go to the beach, and then pick up some friends who need a ride home.

The nerve of some parents these days.

I decided to do my Wii Fit Body test today, like you’re suppose to do everyday. Unfortunately my Wii wouldn’t turn on. It was plugged in, but no light was shining from the power button. I freaked out. I switched outlets, unplugged everything, plugged it all back in, nothing fixed it. I was so angry that I blew all that money on a Wii and then it just stops working. I spent thirty frustrating minutes doing everything I could imagine to fix it. Until I curled up on the floor into a crying mess. I hit my Wii controller by accident.

You know what fixed it?

Turning it on with my controller.

Then I come online to my blog to write about my frustrating Wii-sperience… and my layout is all shifted it funny directions, no longer being contained in its nice little boxed in self. I go through the code, read the CSS and index file, I see nothing particularly wrong with it. So I decided to take a breath, forget about it for now. If it doesn’t fix itself, (which it most likely wont, code usually doesn’t just magically do that) I’ll fix it later. As for now, I am going to read through the code once more, and hope for the best.

Edit: I decided just to put a theme up until I make my own. Hopefully I’ll have it done soon.

I just awoke (thanks to my Grandmother calling) from such a nice dream that I had to write about it.

I was in the gymnasium with my entire graduating class, and from head to toe we were dressed like we just stepped out of Becoming Jane, or some sort of movie where the ladies are dressed in big fancy gowns. Off to the side of the gym the King and Queen were watching us dance. (I’m not sure who the King and Queen were in my dream, or what they looked like, somehow I never saw their faces very clearly.)

Everyone was doing this traditional dance that they approved of. After doing the same dance several times, I grew tired of it, and so right at the end I broke out into my own crazy dance. The King and Queen were very unimpressed and angry. They made us reform or dancing chain and start again. This time as we started the traditional dance I motioned towards Jake and his best friend, they both nodded.

Everyone broke out into my dance, with me in the dead center. All of a sudden the dream focused entirely on my actions. I lifted up my gorgeous gown and all the many layers I could see of it and I began to shake my bottom at the King and Queen. I sang to them “Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do? I’m still pretty, and you’re still old. I’m still pretty, and you’re still old. I’m still pretty, and you’re still old. I’m still pretty, and you’re still old.”

Then the phone rang and woke me up.

Male customer approaches the counter and tells me his order. The final thing was three small hot chocolates in medium cups.

Supervisor: We’ll have to charge you for medium hot chocolates, alright?
Man: No, it is not alright. I want small hot chocolates in medium cups, so I can put milk in them.
Supervisor: I’m sorry but that’s just the rule, you’re paying for the cup, and since you want them in medium cups we have to charge you for medium.

Meanwhile, I’m just standing at the till watching this unfold before me.

Man: No where in Canada do they do that. This is ridiculous. Is your manager in?
Supervisor: Yup.

My supervisor goes and gets the manager.

Manger: What’s the problem sir?

Man explains the problem.

My manger then explains to the man, how it is policy to do this. (Which makes total sense, you can’t just say small hot chocolate in a medium cup, then put milk in to make it fill the medium size.)

Man: Fine then, I’ll never be coming to this Tim Horton’s again!

Man storms off, even though we had all his coffees ready for him.

The three of us burst out laughing.

The problem? He didn’t want to pay the extra thirty cents, to get three medium hot chocolates instead of three small.

Seriously, I know some people are cheap, but that’s just ridiculous.

Other then that guy, my last shift was wonderful. I had several of my dailies come in just for me to serve them one last time and to wish me luck in my future as a nurse and nursing student. One of our bakers also made me my own special donut. Honey glazed with chocolate dip on top, mmm. My two favorite donuts made into one. Lots of people came in to bid me farewell. Overall, it was a great night.

A customer orders a soup deal for “here”, I give her everything, including a spoon.

Customer: “Can I have a smaller spoon please?”
Eva: “Oh, sure, of course!”

I take the customers spoon, and replace it with a slightly smaller spoon.

Customer: “I said a smaller spoon, not bigger!”

I stare at her aghast.

Eva: “Um. Okay.” (At this point I was already frustrated.) Under my breath I said, “It is.”

I then hand her a microscopic baby spoon. She stared at it, and wandered off without a thanks.

The next customer laughed from witnessing what had just taken place. I tell the customer obviously I can not tell the difference between sizes of spoons.

My supervisor who was standing beside me laughed and said, “We’ll have to install some charts in the store so you can tell the difference.”