sydney your a firework

Hey everyone!

I have a really good friend named Sydney and I just wanna give a shout out to her... She didn't have a very happy School Sports Day Thursday. Sad face. She broke part of her arm. Here's her blog - share the love people. You should really check it out. She is really funny. Happy face!

(Reading a new book from the library called "Audrey, Wait!" - So far so amazing)

I hang out with Kayla today. We went to the library, then another library, then hung out at Oakridge and ate poutine. Yum. (By the way, check out her blog as well, though she hasn't written for a while she has a great blog)

I'm really into those poppy songs preteens my age nowadays like... Sorry, oldies.

Infact, I am listening to 'Born this Way' right now. Don't judge me for listening to Lady Gaga peoples, (though I don't know why listening to LG would be weird) I was positively born this way. Sorry. I'm just really. Really. Into the music. The only reason I have the song on my Ipod is because well, frankly, I really love the song after a few months of just 'embracing it' cause I really didn't enjoy it, and plus, I just watched Lady Gaga in an interview on TV. (WARNING: Interview contains a nipslip incident with her leather bra she was wearing, don't worry, pixels censored it all)

Well, I am still just my old self - Ruby that is. Ruby Karelia!

Now I'm listening to Metric - Gimme Sympathy. I'm not just listening to it because it says 'The Beatles'. I really actually adore this song.

I've now vanished.

Bya.

-ruby

who would you rather be, the beatles or the rolling stones? oh seriously, your gonna make mistakes your young

Spending my days - (I accidentally spelt 'dad' first instead of 'days') - embracing this golden weather, scootering along side my brother on his skateboard, wearing dresses WITHOUT tights underneath - ahh, my favourite - and hoping you guys haven't lost faith in me for writing, sorry about the delays.

OH!

And reading. Lostsa losta reading. Nancy Drew mostly. Though, in less then 24 hours I read 'Dear George Clooney, Please Marry my Mom' by Susin Nielsen - which is an amazing book. I'm really hooked on the VPL website (Vancouver Public Library). Encountering things is so hip.

Look at my redness. Do you like my redness? OMG there is like SOOOOOOOOOOO much redness!

-ruby

new obsession

Elton John pawns. I love his gayness. He is spectacular.

Lost Wages (pictures in next post)

As you may know, (From me or my witty pun as my post title) I recently went to Las Vegas over Spring Break! I had a blast. Couldn't gamble :( , but still. It was rad. I also got some pretty psychedelic clothes (Pictures to be continued).

I'll tell you what we did.

On Thursday, 1ish, we landed in Vegas.

Fast forward 30 minutes, we find us in The Planet Hollywood (which we will call PH) and in the elevator to the 18th floor. If you don't know, in each PH suite there is memorabilia from different movies. We got the "Doctor Dolittle" suite and we got Doctor Dolittle's pants and shirt that he actually wore in the film. Yay!

Then we attempted the pool.

We rode the elevator down to the 6th floor and went to the pool.

There was 1 hot tub and a large pool, which was ReAlLy cold, but I still went in.

It was fun, fun, fun!

Does everyone know I'm a Beatles fan? A HUGE fan? THE HUGEST HUGEST HUGEST HUGEST HUGEST fan? Well I am. Ask anyone I know.

After a dip in the pool, I saw "The Beatles 'Love' Cirque Du Soleil"!

It was . . . Amazing, the choreography was so pitch perfect and the music was unbelievable.

If that was the only thing we did I would still be satisfied.

2nd day

On the 2nd day,

I woke up and my mum and I went down to StarBucks to get some coffee. A nice little walk.

TBC

I love you guys :)

-ruby

SOOOOOO............................

So... How have you been, computer?

Although I am trying to avoid the subject, I am deeply sorry for my lack of concentration with this blog. I'm trying to get back on the horse. Fear no more!

I got braces! Clear ones, sadly, no colour. Here is the begining of the story I am writing:

And so, with a gentle buzz of the bell, students were released.

I ran out onto the field through the back doors. It was a Friday.

My best friend, Peyton, had already gotten to the benches, where she sat and

waited with her bags at her feet on the gravel ground.

Trees and people surrounded the perimeter of the school, letting that rare pleasureful sigh out, as people realized that it was a Friday.

Ah, how I loved Fridays.

I cradled my books in my hand while my bag rested on my shoulder, swinging

with the beat of my foot steps.

“Hi, Hunter.” Peyton said.

“Haven't I told you not to call me Hunter?” I asked. She looked puzzled.

“Dude, it's your name.” She replied, as her blonde hair brushed against her face in the wind.

“But it's also a boy's name.” I said. “And I am a girl.”

She got up, and we began walking.

Peyton had dark brown eyes, perfect curved lips shaded a magnificent crimson.

I had dyed red hair, hazel eyes, lips chipped and cracked that bled with every pick I attempted with my teeth. I had an endless print of freckles, that formed a tornado up my cheeks.

“I know you are a girl, Hunter.” Peyton spoke, her eyes focused on the sidewalk ahead of her.

“No matter what your are, we still are best friends.”

I felt the wind against my face. It pressured my face, freezing it.

It thawed as we continued our walk.

“So next next Friday is my birthday party. Can you make it?” Peyton questioned, as her hair got pushed towards her back when her painted red nails threw her strands of black. We had painted our nails each week that month. Mine were painted a bright and cheerful orange. It cheered me up when I saw them tapping my desk during a test.

They were so colourful that they took you away, with that glossy texture, the popping of the colour, the joyfulness of it. I loved colour.

Peyton and I walked down to our favourite restaurant, every Friday, before she went to Chinese School. The restaurant was called, “Berg”. It served burgers, fries, and hotdogs. We would always get fries, and gobble them up before she had to leave.

“What would you like today, Hunter and Peyton?” Mag asked. Mag was the restaurant's manager. She was a very good friend of mine, and we had known each other for a long time.

“Large fries.” We both said, smiling a big smile. “And two Sprites.”

I was excited to bite into a fry. A hot, sizzling fry, one still warm, that would be bubbling in my gullet. And the Sprite! The liquid that would calm my thirst.

END OF ALL I HAVE

Bye,

Rubyxo