First, I'll go back to my previous Journal.
As you may not recall *considering that you didn't read it*, #57 asked if I had any pets. I said technically dogs, because My grandmother got them for us, while we were in Ghana. *by we I mean my family, excluding my dad. He stayed in Canada.*

We gave away the chihuahua, cuz it kept biting the adults, so they young ones *me and my sister- we were 6 and 3, respectively* had to stay away.

The next one we got had 12 puppies. It just sucked donkey balls that we were on the VERY top floor of the building *which had 12 floors, if I recall*, since 7 of them fell off the top floor balcony. How do I know? I'd see a new one lying there when on the bottom floor, heading to school.

So then we settled for the cats we originally had. They walked on the balcony ledges, and made it back every time.

Now, about our first semi-official pets:

You remember in family guy, where Peter gets Meg a horse, that he's been keeping for her in the closet for years, and when he reveals it, all that was there was a skeleton?

Well, for Christmas *several years back*, my dad got my younger sister baby fish...
...he forgot to feed them. He bought them a month prior to that day. She unraveled it, and started crying.

Now, to get something off my chest after about several years:

Jef, Monica, and Aaron.

Jef- Met in grade 3.
A friend of Henri's, before I came along to Newmarket.
On the 2nd day of school Henri introduced us. *I met Henri AFTER school, although I knew he was in my class... I just didn't know he lived 6 houses away from me, until he screamed my name that February 28th.*
Jef: Hi Deladem.
Me: Hi Jef.
Jef: Wanna fight?
Me: *impulsively* ok.
*fighting ensues for 3 seconds, then I accidentally punched his glasses, knocking them off his face* *and this kid liked his glasses* *NO, they didn't break.*
Jef: YOU &~*!ING @$$#0!3! LOOK WHAT YOU !&^%@ING DID TO MY GLASSES!
Me: They look fine.
Henri: oh yeah, did I forget to mention that he's temperamental about his glasses?
Me: oh, NOW you tell me.

As you can tell, that ended mine and Jef's friendship. He even invited me to his birthday party (His birthday was in July)... I was with Henri when I dropped it down the sewer.

*9 years later*
After Elementary, Jef went to Sir William High School, and I to Sacred Heart. gr. 12. Although I live 2 seconds away from him, I saw him for the 1st time in about 9 years. *go figure* I talked to him. It was nice seeing him, now that we're both grown up.

This weekend, I'm gonna visit see him with Henri. Just like "old times". *kinda~*

Monica- Met in gr. 6.
She was a new student, and since we were seated alphabetically, she sat beside me. She was a really nice person. I hung out with her EVERY recess. *keep in mind, that this was shortly before Emilio moved to Newmarket.*

It was fun hanging around her, and we were talking... She asked who I liked at the time. As a best friend response, I went thoroughly into detail about who I liked. *koff koff BETH QUAN koff*
After that, she looked a bit disappointed...
...when she revealed that she liked me.
*now, if I could find an opposite word for 'crush', she was my 1st. At least, that i know of. *

After that, things just went downhill between us. It came to a point where guys in the class would make fun of her, and I would laugh along. One time, she even cried- I turned to a classmate, and told him I felt bad. Not that I showed it.
She stopped hanging out with me, and rather hung out with the grade 7's *Myke, Spencer, Dave- yeah, you know them *
Grade 7- I went to my first *and only* track meet. That was the day she moved away. I never even realized, until about 2 weeks after.

All I want to say is: Monica, wherever you are at the moment, I just want to say I'm sorry, and I hope you can forgive me for being such a dick. If there were two things I could change in life, one of them would be this.

Aaron- Met in gr. 8.
Brendan Jamieson went to another school at the end of gr. 7. First day of gr. 8, a kid that resembled him *SLIGHTLY* walked in. *go figure, he was part of the reserves*. Seemed cool... till he did small, dickheaded things. The class didn't seem to mind, but I did. Day one, I thought he was a jerk.

Had a halloween party a month later, invited 30 people- only 5 of us showed up. Only 2 of us slept over. Woke up the next morning *after watching Freddy vs. Jason, and a few other movies, pigging out on candy* And we had breakfast. For some reason, I wasn't very hungry. Overall, the party was fun. The games were... UNIQUE *such as 'eat whatever's under the plate'- I got sour cream and raw baked beans. I shoved it all in my mouth, and gagged trying to swallow it >.>
Manny and Matt puked, since they got oysters.*

Over the months, hated him even more- that all blew off at grad. We had a blast.
Also went to Sir William High School. I saw him every now and then. Only awkward thing was last year, where he was apparently best friends with my now ex. He came with her to my door, when I wanted to break the news to her that day. *Don't get me wrong, I still got the chance to that day, but it was even MORE awkward doing so, knowing that they were close friends. *

Basically, thanks for forgiving me, Aaron. It was nice seeing you around the neighbourhood every now and then. Now that we've graduated, I hope to still see you around on occasion.

Yeah, this journal's taking WAY too long, so i'll end it here.
Now, on to 2 weeks' worth of Economics readings for tomorrow's class. T.T