When not leading meditation in the temple in their hoods, Emcee Logical and Emcee T-Poli could be seen laying down phat tracks in the studio. They had dope hits like Aint no emos (lemee see you eyars) and Stop! Amok Time!.

(this is a bit of an in joke. I'm not sure I could explain why this is funny for those who weren't involved.)
THE INITIATOR:

THE ATTACK:
THE RETRIBUTION:

This is a new entry, with a new camera and a new notebook computer. I've graduated, and I won an award from a travel agency, an award from CPF, an award from band, and a plaque. Here's one blurry picture:

Number of incidents caused by me wearing heels for the first time: 3. 1 - tripping over Erin's door, 2 - sinking into the grass, 3 - stepping on a balloon and popping it.
Number of girls wearing the same dress: the most I saw was two, but there could have been more.
Temperature of Gymnasium: way too hot.
Number of people acting as if hammered: too many to count.
Number of couples making out on the dance floor: again, too many to count.
Number of people for which last night was the highlight of their life: unknown.
Number of pictures taken: 98.
Which is why I've only put one picture up. For more photos of last night, please visit my Flickr page.
I am extremely happy at this moment. There are three reasons:
1. It has stopped raining!
2. My relatives sent me a brand new digital camera! It's got optical zoom and it has a very fast load time compared to my old digital camera.
3. I got in to DISP! I've been worrying about it for two months but I just learned that I got in!
It's the day of the prom. I woke up about a half hour ago. It's raining and I'm covered in bug bites because I accidently fell asleep while reading Inkheart in my back yard. I suppose I could blame it on the rain, but looking back on where I put my bookmark, the last words I read before I drifted off were "If someone doesn't say something I'm going to fall asleep". Interesting.
I missed the Ecumenical service ( I know that's not right but I'm not going to look it up now) but I did go to the Hypnotist (or as Roy says, Hippo-tist) and that was quite amusing. Cara was hillarious.
And, tonight I'm going to prom with no makeup, no fancy hair, and lots of bug bites. Who cares, honestly. I've got a date, I've got my friends and I've got a great dress. I don't need anymore.
The grad barbecue was today at school... it was raining a lot so it was held in one half of the gym. Some prom decorations were already up. We got our yearbooks and spent most of the evening running around signing them. Some people were getting really sentimental about it.
I think The Marble Index's Same Schools music video pretty much sums up how I'm feeling right now.
PS: I've seen this video on Videoflow on Much Music, but unfortunately it's not on Youtube yet. If the link doesn't work, just wait a bit. I'll try to find it or bug them a bit.
These are pictures from the school awards banquet, which was on May 30th. I won third place in the country for the Begbie History Contest, the band student award, and a pin for Student Council.

The guys. Andrew won a whole lot of big awards for being smart, being a good athlete, and in general being Andrew. Mark won the award for the most dedicated band student. Pierre picked up his Begbie History Contest medal (he came first in the country, yay!). Unfortunately, there are no awards for Physics, or Computer Science, so Michael was there just for moral support.

Pierre has BRUE TEETH!

Our version of Mr. Farrell. We honestly were trying to be respectful, but it was just that the speaches honoring the wonderful coach we don't know went on and on and on. There was an interesting moment where the speaker said that the coach "Has a way with the young girls" and didn't mean it as a joke. Scary.

Many thanks to the lovely Stephanie Bertsch, who loaned me her camera when I forgot mine, who probably took one or two of these photos but which I forget, and who was kind enough to send them to me.
To celebrate the summer solstice last night, my parents, Roy, and I went with the Fresh Air Society (ps: mom designed and runs the website) to some beach near Heatherton. Despite the dramatic clouds in these photos, it was really nice weather. There were lots of mosquitos around our cars but none on the beach. I still ended up with bug bites.



You know, I suppose you could call it hypocritical of me to post this when I make numerous spelling and grammatical errors on my blog all the time owing to the fact that I don't really proofread, but at least I didn't paint it on a school wall.

It's not so much that I disapprove of their "disproved" logic, but that they try to make this semi-pretentious argument without knowing the difference between the two words.

Yes, I can just see it: a wonderfully successful career as an Antigonish sign maker.
PS: I wrote my last exam today. Physics was mostly plug and chug, and Etudes Globales seemed pretty easy also. I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I made Roy watch that last video. He says that the guy with the missing teeth is a famous Japanese comedian, and that he can tell that the video is very old because the guy looks very young. He says they're singing about what the guy likes to do on every day of the week, and that the chorus lists members of the family. He has no idea why their costumes keep changing. According to him, the Japanese sense of humour is very hard to explain.
If you're all bummed out because of exams, watch this little video, found via TV in Japan. No idea what they're singing, but it looks like they're having fun.
PS: I think this video is appropriate for all, except dentists.
Mark's expression when he realizes he's being recorded is priceless.
I wrote Calculus and French exams today. Now I'm tired.
This is completely unrelated to anything in my life... well maybe not, I did see the lead singer of Nickelback in Halifax back in October. And I also find this song really really annoying, so, naturally, I find this video hillarious.
Just a warning: some of the pictures aren't appropriate for those who get offended at things.
I've created a spiffy new webpage for The Gillis Gazette and I've also added the June 2006 issue. Sometime in the near future I'm going to be making some major changes to my website. Though a lot of the content has been up there going back almost five years, I feel that it just doesn't reflect who I am now. I don't update it enough. When I'm done, all that will be left is the blog, The Gillis Gazette website along with a portfolio, and links to my profiles on other webpages. At the moment I'm trying to think of a theme. It will probably be nature-ish and since I suck at drawing, it will have pretty simple styles and probably feature a lot of my own photography. I'm also going to try to use CSS to re-do the template of my blog so that it doesn't look so generic. Any suggestions?
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Yesterday we had a party for Mr. Jackson, the physics teacher, because next year he's leaving to teach in the valley.

We got him a cake from Sobey's with a picture of him on it. "Math Rules" is Mr. Teasdale, the calculus teacher's slogan. When he saw that we'd crossed out the physics and replaced it with Physics, he threatened to give out a few zeros on the exam on Monday.

There's DJ, holding up his own cake. In case you were wondering, Andrew MacDonald got to cut off his head and David Archibald got to eat it, in retribution for having to suffer many embarrassments caused by Mr. Jackson and physics.

This is a cafeteria panzarroti. I don't know what the menu will be like at Dalhousie next year, so I have to assume that this was the last one I ever ate.

...and now it's half gone. I've been eating these things on a weekly basis since grade eight. It's the only good thing our cafeteria produces.

Down to the last bite. Goodbye, panzarotti!
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Warning: these pictures are not for those squeamish about bugs. They're moth worms that infest our garden every year. There are so many of them, they seem to be coming down in chains.




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Heyyyyyyyyy maaaannn!!!!! Do you remember that kick-ass party at my house on Saturday where we all got hammered and ended up passing out on the floor of the piano room?

As you can probably guess, we weren't really hammered. It was just late into the evening and we were tired. I guess the floor just seemed like a nice place. From near to far, Andrew, Stephanie, Mark and Pierre.

Look! Andrew's got a beer mug! Further evidence of the presence of alcohol that night. Yeah, it really was once filled with ale... ginger ale, that is. And coke. We're bad, bad kids. From left to right, Stephanie, Andrew, Erin, and Robert.

France, Canada and Japan form the alliance for countries whose principal vowel sound is an a. Left to right, Pierre, Mark and Ryu (Roy).

I suppose this is hard to explain, but we were trying to imitate the cover of the Super Mastermind board game. While Pierre may not be effective as the femme fatale, Michael does look maniacal.
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Today was the last school Friday ever, and to celebrate, Roy drew caricatures of all the people we hang out with in the cafeteria. (We don’t actually eat lunch with Mr. Farrell or Mr. Puskas, they’re just always there).

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The theme for this year's art show was "Spectrum" and despite many obstacles, it was a success. This year Mr. Puskas brought in art from the AEC, so there were a lot of little kids running around everywhere, saying cute but mean things like: "What the heck is that supposed to be?" "Can I sit on this?" (to a sculpture) and "Yeck. It tastes like dandelions."
And as always, I've got pictures.

Cheryl Anne, Carolyn and Caitlin: the band geeks representin'.

This was my submission. It was sort of like a science fair project (I even used the same board I used for my science fair project) and I embroidered molecules onto felt and then explained what they are. I was a bit disappointed with the way it turned out.

This is a cow. Some kid in grade three made it. It is adorable.

John aka DJ Garbarator. It's too bad Mr. Jackson didn't show up, because then we could have a DJ being a DJ.
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For those of you who missed it, the Grad Showcase was awesome. It had all sorts of stuff in it, preformed by the seniors.

This is David Archibald, on a unicycle. In the next picture, he runs over Mark and Mike's genitalia, rendering them infertile for life. No, just kidding. David cleared them and then went on to jump from wooden box to wooden box without falling down more than once.

Mr. Cameron, Erin, Andrew, Mr Mac, Matthew, Justin and Roy (off camera) are the chorus to Mark, who is hamming it up to I'm a Lumberjack.

Brendan as the "masked magician" about to be attacked with plastic baseball bats by Robert M. and Paddy.

Our very own Student Council President Jon Grant and Mike Murphy pretending to be Jenna Jameson and Hugh Hefner.
Donald Simon Bannerman was born yesterday.
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Nothing more
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Our band director's second wife has been pregnant for a while now. She's almost a week overdue and we band geeks have been taking bets as to when he/she might be born (no, not really, just kidding). However, the bets would be over tomorrow anyway because she's getting induced at 7:30 in the morning, and she'll probably have a caesarean if that doesn't work. Either way, the baby's coming out.
On 06/06/06.
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Here are some pictures that Roy took. The first is of a bonfire at Erin's house. From the left is Laird, behind Laird is Mark's PEI friend Alan, Me, Mark and Michael.

The second is undeniable proof that Pierre, the straightest of the straights, at a genuine house party where there was drugs and alcohol and lots of peer pressure and he didn't drink!

Even though I was invited by two different people in the house, I didn't go, because I was a bit sick that night. Plus, the season finale of Battlestar Galactica was on. There's no way that could beat hanging out with a bunch of drunk people.
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Random Da Vinci Code related fact that may or may not be true:
There used to be a chapter of Opus Dei running next door to my house.