Do you think pharmaceutical majors have to take a class on how to read doctor's handwriting?
I'm not kidding. I'd really like to know that.
Anyway, if anyone knows, please tell me.
This might be my shortest blog entry ever.
I've got to go to the Driving Centre thing.
So, I'll talk to you later, people.
Seriously, pharmaceutical majors, I want an answer.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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Hi, thank you so much for the comment!
It actually is all true.
Thanks for reading..it really means a lot to me! I think I may just follow your blog..! :)
Hey Chels! Thanks for the visit to my blog and for all the kind words, made my day :). To answer your question, I'm currently an animator at Starz Animation in Toronto. http://www.starzanimation.com/home/
They just finished up their production of '9' before I started. So now I am working away on their next film 'Gnomeo and Juliet'. Its been a blast.
Ps: liking your little anecdotes and witty words of wisdom posted here. :)
I would just assume any gibberish handwriting means "cyanide".
Oh, gosh. Tear. I feel so horrible cuz I never check that blog cuz no one ever comments on it. You commented a week ago and I never got back to you! Waah!
Thanks. Like, really, thanks. It means a lot that internet strangers care enough to comment on my well-being...that came out worse than I intended, but the thought is there.
So everyone agrees. He's an ass (or arse, as you put it). I know that, really. It's not so much that I'm blinded as I've lost the will to care, lost the will to do anything but try to find someone else, cuz that's the only time I get over him, ya know? I know it's all unhealthy and everything, but I've never, ever been able to stop it, and I probably never will.
Yeah, I know I'm 13. Everyone acts like it's a big surprise...it's so weird that you never feel as young as you are. Or maybe you do, and you just don't know it, because you've never felt it before. But the media portrays my age as being so little-kid, and I haven't felt like a little kid since I was one. I guess cuz I'm the oldest I've ever been. Something along those lines. Or I'm not as mature as I think I am.
Yes, I lead a rather happy lifestyle...it's just the happy things don't seem important next to the unhappy things, so I don't think about them as much. The problem is, not much makes me happy. The results of something I do can make me happy, like writing then rereading it and deciding it's really good, or getting an A on a project, but never actually a specific act. I like being at the beach, though, with the warmth on my face and not worrying if other people see me...I don't go to the beach all that much, though, so...I like being with my friends, and doing nothing but still not being bored, as if their mere presence is enough to make things interesting...I like it when I have proof someone, somewhere, doesn't hate me, and might actually like me, because that's my ultimate goal, no matter how antisocial I appear on the outside.
I'd rather blink and be 15, because that seems to be when you start really being a teenager...you're officially a teenager when you're 13 but I still feel so young compared to them...the problem is, I'll always feel like I'm too young, like I just need to wait a little bit longer to be able to do what I want to. I guess when I'm 96 I'll think it's too late. It's a lose-lose situation.
But I do know what you mean. And thank you, again. If you get this far.
Damn it, you commented on my other blog too!
That would indeed suck, though, since I doubt that would happen (at least I pray not), I mostly just added it for chuckles. Right now, though, I have a deeply contrasting view: I'm very optimistic for school to start. Let's see how long that lasts.
I've heard that before, but it's far too late for that, trust me. I guess you would know that though. You know what I mean?
But they, it seems, like to be near me...
Teachers hating me is not very probable, because I almost always do my work and I ALWAYS get good grades, and I really don't do much in class (including the bad things, but I guess the good things too). That's not really an issue.
Oh, I know. I guess it's more that I wish that WOULD happen than I'm afraid it won't.
I don't think I will.
That paragraph made me laugh :)
My hair only sucks when it's not been washed for more than 12 hours...which is most days...
Gah, I hate skirts. I think I'll wear pants.
Now I'm going to go check if you commented anywhere else.
Nope!
Well that's a relief.
I don't think it is, because technically it's the blogger's fault for not posting everysingleday religously. Gosh, I feel bad again, I figured you would comment on Need a Friend? or Excluded Frequencies. At least I found the comment BEFORE a week had passed.
Gosh, they are! :D When I had a Red blog, I got comments all the time from people who liked my blog, and it made me all happy. I don't get those so much now. No one strays outside their blog-web on Blogger.
17? Gosh, that's a long time. I know it's technically not but it feels like a long time...it probably will then, too, but I wouldn't know, since I've never been there. Heck, I talk to myself already!
I guess you're right (not that I would know...sigh) but still, it seems when you start actually being seen as a teenager and not a kid is around 15. You suddenly get all tall and mature-looking...I guess what it is is I'm absolutely terrified of older kids, but if I was one of them, I wouldn't be...
Gosh. It's like that now, all the time.
Officially, yes. It's been tumultuous for me since the end of sixth grade. It's weird because it feels like everything's changed but it hasn't really, not that much. I've had one boyfriend...I broke up with him the day before our two week anniversary...he was fifteen 0.0 It's a long story. Technically I'm not supposed to date and no one asks me anyway. And I've definitely been through the fighting-with-friends thing...it usually doesn't happen, but I lost one of my closest friends because of this really stupid fight, and I keep reopening the wound, even though I just want to make things better. I guess I just think it's unfair because my friend Nat, who was originally fighting with her, is already getting along with her again, and I just think it's ridiculous...sigh.
I hope so. I mean, it's not that I'm walked on, but that nobody cares to walk on me, which is worse. Gosh, I am so shy. I'm a wreck without my friends. I guess people know who I am, but they don't know the real me, just my outward face, which really isn't a lot...I always feel like no one DOES know me, but I guess everyone feels like that.
That does not sound fun. Not at all. But I know what you mean...so well...I mean, I'm goig in to eight grade. Eight grade! How did that happen? How did I become this so fast????
I hate routine. I want something to happen every day...I'd rather be dissed than ignored...it's weird. You'd think it'd be better to have nothing happen than to have bad things happen (your crush calling you a loser bad, not you have a fatal disease bad) but it gets so tedious.
I think I will too.
Heavens, no! I hate skirts. Yecccch.
Doctor hate their job. Hence, why the dont make an effort to write cute.
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