where pip aids and abets all over town:

[afflietta]

Pip says:
I could be out doing something I love right now.
Pip says:
I could be with you, I could be working for a living, something like that.
Pip says:
Instead, I'm sitting here writing, "aiding: helping someone commit a crime"
Pip says:
I've known what 'to aid' meant since I was how little, and here I am at 17 writing it down to see if i know what it is for 11:10 tomorrow morning.
Pip says:
"attempt: fails to but meant to accomplish something"
Pip says:
its like being 8 all over again.
Pip says:
to urge someone to commit a crime is also bad
Pip says:
funny, that sounds a little like "abetting " someone to commit a crime. which means encouraging, which i learned in the previous paragraph.
Pip says:
so now we're just all wasting our time with synonyms.
Pip says:
No wonder the Criminal Code of Canada is such a thick book.
Pip says:
"a person who commits an offence, aids a person to commit an offence, or abets a person in committing an offence is defined as a party to a crime"
Pip says:
someone who commits an offence, had something to do with committing an offence.
Pip says:
oh i forgot the "under section 21 of the criminal code" for that point.
Pip says:
revert back to: "No wonder the Criminal Code of Canada is such a thick book."

-.-'''

and i did cut out the other person for length reasons and to stay on topic, i don't ramble that much.

On a lighter school note, I had to take that blasted baby home again (had it for a different class last year), last week. 'blasted baby' being one of those mechanical ones you take home and it cries and you feed it, change it, whatevs, and it records how long you took, if you helped it at all, so on, to see if you'd be a good parent, and to prove kids should practice abstinence (really. it's called "Baby Think-It-Over™"). This is me practicing poor baby handling, using my foot to hold up the bottle when it's hungry because I'm busy on msn and lj and more-important-than-a-screaming-baby things like that. Of course, none of that is the aforementioned 'lighter note'. I got 100%, just like last year. Muahaha. It's sad, I got more sleep the night I had that thing (and subsequently was woken up from 3:30-4:12am) than I usually do. Oh Pip, you sleep deprived freak.

Much too long a paragraph for a pip-journal.

Abridged List of Pip's Current Frivilous Worries:

I don't know what kind of a grad dress I want. I don't know what kind of a grad dress I want. It's not like I need that in time for June 27. You know. Over eight months from now.

I don't know what to buy Tyler for Christmas. Over two months from now.

I need to buy something for my brother for his birthday. ...tomorrow.

People keep telling me I'm 'flushed'. I also have a cold, and I can spit out blood on command. Mm. Same goes for finding blood on a tissue after blowing my nose. Mm.

Don't know what to go for in university. I was set on high school english teaching, but I'm not so sure.

And now, in a completely different direction,



My brother and I were mad-cool when we were little:


Well. Maybe he was. I can't help that all the early 90's brought was huge glasses. D:
At least our matching rapta outfits were pretty neat.
note of additional clarification: WE WERE BEING RAPTORS. LIKE ON OUR SWEATERS.

With that, I should get to studying and try to be in bed at a decent hour. Enjoy your Mondays.

Pip.