Laugh with me

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God
When they're starving or freezing or so very poor

No one laughs at God
When the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one's laughing at God
When it's gotten real late and their kid's not back from the party yet

[...]

God could be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious

-- Laughing With by Regina Spektor

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Cool beans, folks. I feel like, after going through the ringer three years, stuff is starting to mellow out. Hormones are finally leveling out, people are calming down, we've gotten used to the Schedule, and I guess we're just starting to be thankful for our lot.

We're part of the richest 5% of the world, we have the opportunity for post-secondary education in one of the most prosperous cities in the world, we can go almost anywhere we want, we can give our time and money to the needy to relieve our consciences, we live in a rather contemporary and more accepting era than yesteryear, and we've got decades of freedom and opportunity laid out in front of us.

We're a lucky generation.

Beyond the retrospective reflection, I'd have to say that part of this calmness might stem from [1] the end of Grade 11--a scary, scary transitioning time--and [2] exercise. I know I'm going to die if I even attempt field hockey before exercising the days beforehand. So I've been running twice a week over the last month of summer and every couple days now. More importantly, it makes you feel fantastic. I like to think the chemicals released when you stretch muscles and work your lungs is your body's way of rewarding you for keeping it in shape. Because I know that right now, I feel like the opposite of PMS--and it's beautiful, ladies and gentlemen.

As for the rest of today...

Math was as usual. We covered 1.2 of Advanced Functions, involving factorials, more polynomial functions, finite differences, and how they all tie in to geometric series.

English was funstuffs. Watched us some CSI. I can't believe the writers: "People don't vanish, Jim. It's a molecular impossibility." I'm sorry, but no matter how much you try to make such a cheesy line sound cool, it will only be a guy throwing out long words to try to seem smarter. Likewise: "Looks like she had a change of plans. Or someone changed it for her." Why? Why would you unceremoniously crap on English like that?

Society Challenge and Change. Or Individual and Family Living. Or... something along those lines. Family studies, business-as-usual, and TERRIBLY TEDIOUS.

Art. Yay! Drawing manly-looking Greek goddesses and celebrities!

And, finally, plans for the weekend, summarized with one word: Soulpepper. Most likely, I will be going down to the Young Centre for the Performing Arts to see a play, making good use of my Youth VIP Get $80 Seats for Free card before the school year really starts running.

That's about it... I'll put up a recipe or some animology quiz soon. Keep on the look-out if you want to make use of those tortillas/chicken breasts and/or find out if you're a Teal Cat or Pink Sloth!


Stay fabulous!
-Magstar


Mamma mia, here I go again.
My my, how can I resist you?
Mamma mia, does it show again?
My my, just how much I've missed you.

--Mamma Mia by ABBA