Everytime you say "it was such a misson" or "we missioned it", I will shoot you in the elbow.

NP: Do or Die - The Flatliners

FLATLINERS! TOMORROW! Woohoo! And Hostage Life too. They're pretty goooood. Gonna be awesome.

Ok, the goal for tonight's entry is to come up with band names at the same time as I talk about nothing. The problem is that I'm running on very few hours of sleep so I'm thinking that things might seem like a good idea right now but they won't in the morning. Almost as if I'm drunk. I'm not.

1. Take Flight

Work is dumb. I mean, it's not the worst (we've discusses this before, I know) but agh. It's frustrating sometimes. It just sucks working long hours. At least it goes by faster than school. Today I worked over an hour and a half more than I'm at school for but it felt like half the time of school. Yup, that's how dull school is. But that lady I can't stand came back today. She's the one who last week made me go back and forth from the ice cream section to the downstairs freezer to get her 8 buckets of Premium French Vanilla, made me get her 8 cartons of Tropicana Grovestand and made me carry stuff up to the front for her. Today she asked if we got a new shipment of bread in. Fucking stupid. Just buy bread from the big bread section. But no, (this is another thing) she always has to get the FRESHEST possible. Like, I can understand if you reach to the back of a shelf to get the item that expires later but this is different. When I got here that Tropican last week, she checked them all to make sure I wasn't trying to screw her over and that they weren't expiring for a long time. Like, jesus lady, I got it from downstairs in the fridge. I don't think they keep expired stuff in the FRESHEST PART OF THE STORE. Oh, so just so everyone knows incase they see her she's short, coloured, always has the same little cart (which she asks me to put her stuff in for her) and both her eyes are lazy. Or something. I don't actually get it. They both look in the opposite direction and neither of them move the slightest bit. But somehow she can see. I never know where to look. I usually look to the middle of her eyes to where her pupils would be if they were normal, but in reality I'm just looking at completely white eye. Hmmmmmm. Yeah, I dunno. Just trying to create a picture like a character profile in writer's craft.

There was this other weird guy today too. He asked for help. I told him I was helping someone else but that I'd be right back to help him. Then I went up to him after and asked him how I could help him. To paint yet another picture, he seemed like he was part of the Italian Mafia but that all he did was wash the cars or some shit, not plan drug deals or kill people or anything. Right, so back to the story. He holds two boxes of garbage bags up to my head, one on either side, and goes "you want to help me?" before pretending to smash my head in with the two boxes and go "AAAAGH!". It was weird man. Then he asked how big the bags in one of the boxes were. So I read out the measurements on the box and was like, "so...I dunno...maybe this (reached out my arms) big?". He goes"...agh....uh...let's call wife. How do I do that?" so I was like "Oh, with a phone...there's a courtesy phone at the front of the store. So I brought him to it. Then he made me dial his home number FOR him.

Point is, it never ends with these people.

2. Fire Away

And Friday...this upcoming Friday...we'll be playing our music. Tis gonna be awesome. I'm trying to work out the order that will flow the best. I think it should end with Utopia just 'cause it's probably our best song. We've been playing "What's that Lassie? You're sick of this bullshit?" 2nd last in practice but I think it belongs mor near the beginning.

(By the way, I'm just using this as a place to sort of think out loud at the moment. So if this bores you, move on to the next band name.)

And we've been doing "Hellfire" as our first song. I'm thinking now it should be the 2nd last. "Lock the Doors Kids and Roll Up the Windows!" sounds like a 2nd song that shouldn't be introduced. Chapter 14 goes well into "What's that Lassie?" and it would be a good change of pace after Lock the Doors. So now the only one that doesn't flow is "(Bonus Song)" but it doesn't really FIT anywhere so I guess it could just go in after there....hmmm....ok so then it would be

a) Action
b) Lock the Doors Kids and Roll Up the Windows!
c) Chapter 14
d) What's that Lassie? You're sick of this bullshit?
e) (Bonus Track)
f) Hellfire
g) Utopia

And then I guess if we still did "The Devil's Takin' Names" it could come before (Bonus Track). Well, phew, glad that's dealt with...

3. The Gamblers

(Keep in mind I haven't checked to see if any of these are actual bands yet).


Life's expensive. I don't think I can afford to go to Montreal again at this point. :( Which saddens me. A lot. I need to go to University at some point though. And at the moment I have $0 saved up after working for a few months. Sure I went to Montreal and I have recording stuff that has allowed me to write songs, a nice new camera and I've got a beautiful new bass named "Boom" so I don't regret anything but...point is. Need money for university.

4. Static Life

5. Thin Ice

6. Static Shock

7. Countdown

8. Bad News

9. Raised Fists (haha...so lame...)

10. Victory!

11. Ghosts

12. Dead Streets

13. The Fireflies

14. Sinking Ship (The Sinking Ships?)

15. Unfinished Business

16. Turnstiles

17. The Regrets

18. Smashed up Radios

19. Thugs with a Conscience (Some of these I at least like as song names so...)

Ok, that's all for tonight.

G'night Y'all!

Elephant Breakdown!

NP: East Jesus Nowhere - Green Day

Oh, blog, how I've neglected you still (styll in newspeak). I don't mean to. I just have nothing interesting to talk about. I work. I make music in the form of poor demos. I go to school. I watch hockey. I sleep. I eat. I poop. I...yeah you get the idea.

I feel so exhausted and worn out from life that I haven't been able to rant for the longest while. Not just in this blog but in real life too. Not a true big rant anyways. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. I mean, maybe it's a sign that I'm a little less negative at the moment (but I'm not even sure that's true). Or it could mean, and I think it does, that I'm just sorta tired of people acting like people. Everyone's actions are so...I don't even know...

typical/predictable/fake/boring/self-serving/self-preserving

I don't know how to make that make sense. I guess I'll give an example. I'm tired of people saying "I love you" to their friends. Ok, I mean that in a certain way. Like, if you were truly telling the friend that you care about them that's one thing. That's not what I'm talking about though. Everyone says "Looooove you" to each other and I'm not even sure what my problem with it is. For one, it seems very fake. Sometimes it comes after a fun jab at the other's expense but even then it bothers me. Shrug. I'm really not sure if I'm making much sense and me repeating how much I doubt that I make sense probably makes it make less sense.

Everything seems very formulated.

And maybe I'm too cynical but I always find deeper meanings in peoples reactions. For example, I often think people's actions/words are meant to gain something from the other person whether it be material or whether it be that they just want to bone the person.

Eh, I don't know that I'm always that cynical though. Usually, after a while, when I accuse someone of having some type of hidden agenda I turn out to be right (that can sound full of myself or something, I don't care).

And it's not as if I think NO ONE does nice things for the sake of being nice. That's not what I'm saying at all. It's more that when people are doing something to get something, it bugs me a lot and that I think I'm picking up on it more now than I used to. I also wonder if it's not that I pick up on it but that our society (or maybe just our generation) is changing.

Coming back to the "I love you" thing. People don't just do it with their good friends. That line gets tossed around so often and, to me, it seems so obviously just a way for people to bring themselves closer to other people and cut short the amount of time it takes to build a closer friendship. Or, in other cases it's used as a way to keep broken friendships together. The "I love you" thing is just an example of all of this of course.

OR, maybe I'm just letting a pet peeve bother me too much. I dunno. I don't think so.

The important thing is that I'm making sense to myself.

I'm feeling pretty inspired right now. By Green Day too. I downloaded about 1/3 of their new album that leaked. It seems like it's gonna be a hit and miss album. From the live stuff I've heard on youtube, their new music video, their new b-sides, and the 4 or 5 songs I just downloaded I really like some of it and completely dislike other parts.

The new single with the music video is pretty blah. It's so repetitive. It COULD have been a good song. And 21st Century Breakdown, the song itself and not the album, doesn't seem to make much sense and sounds like a ripoff of their last album/Queen but with shittier lyrics.

Then there's songs like "Eats Jesus Nowhere", "Restless Heart Syndrome" and "Lights Out" that I'm really liking. "21 Guns" is ok too. And what I've heard of "Murder City" on youtube I've really liked.

Anyways, I don't know why but their new music is inspiring me. Maybe because what's different about it, so far, most of the songs seem to be somewhat/a lot different from stuff they've done in the past. I wanna make awesome music. I'm going to try to write a song tomorrow evening since band practice got cancelled.

Alright, that concludes today's confusing entry. Heh, I know you're thinking it. I ranted. I know. Yay.

G'night Y'all!

Go but be home in time for dinner

NP: Collect Call - Metric

Today at work a guy passed by me and said "So you finally got THE job". I still don't know what that was about. A couple minutes later I let a silent but smelly fart out. A lady went to get milk and I'm sure she smelled it. I mean, no words were spoken but she had to have known there was a gas leak.

I really don't have anything to say. I'm fucking exhausted.

G'night Y'all!

Humming - It's the new ipod

NP - As Twere' The Mirror - Polar Bear Club

I'm sorry blog. I really am. I've neglected you for way too long. I dunno. Life's been busier than ever lately. In a good way. I mean, work isn't the greatest but it could be worse. Money is good. I've been making a lot of music too. My music isn't where I want it to be yet but people seem to be somewhat interested so that's been pretty fun. And tonight was so much fun, playing my song with the BJs.

Ok - time to move slightly away from being a young girl talking about myself.

Tomorrow night I get an award of merit for writing. I'm kinda not looking forward to it though to be honest. It's just reminding me that we didn't actually move on which I'm finding pretty depressing. I dunno, an award is pretty cool but even then I find myself disappointed that it wasn't the award of excellence. I know, that's bad but I can't help but feel that way.

Ok, so now I need to really let something out here. I've been crying every night for about the past 3 weeks lately. I find something's just missing in my life. I don't know how to fix it. I lay awake for hours trying to figure out what it is but every hour spent doing that is another hour I cry for. It's awful. And on top of that I have this feeling of worry that I'm not a strong enough person. No, not really. I made that all up. Sick, eh?

It's almost 2 am. I want to figure out how to make this entry better but I think sleep is a good idea.

BTW, I'm stealing an idea from Brendan Kelly's blog. I'm putting in labels which are made to sound like quotes from the cover of a magazine. I hope it shows up.

G'night Y'all!

Those aren't flames! Those are neon lights.

NP: Time To Go - Saint Alvia Cartel

http://badsandwichchronicles.blogspot.com/

Read the entry there called barkbarkbarkbarkbark. That's by Brendan Kelly who is a brilliant man.

Oh man, I'm so fucking excited to get songs recorded. If it for some reason doesn't pan out, well I just might have to take my life. It's just gotta happen. If all works out, our myspace will have "Chapter 14" and "What's that Lassie? You're sick of this bullshit?" up. Sure, they're not very good songs. But still...

Yeah, I've been thinking about that. Like, I dunno. They're maybe not the worst songs but they're not exactly what I'm aiming for with how I want my stuff to sound. Especially the first one, Chapter 14. I guess that's ok. This is all still kinda new and I'm not used to actually being able to put together songs and have a place to jam, record and all that. Maybe I'll get better. No one liked Bethoven at first. I don't actually know that that's true but it sounds inspirational.

I really hope that the recording ends up sounding good too 'cause I want it to be like "wow, awesome! we can keep doing this until we have plenty o' songs to play". I know the drums will sound off since it's all electronic (sorry Nathan) but...

Ok, time to move on I suppose.

List of powerful shit:

1) Water - Holy crap right? Water is amazing. It looks pretty cool. I mean, when it splashes around, or pours or whatever. It's pretty cool. No I'm not on drugs. When you walk along the beach it looks pretty. You can swim in it. It keeps you alive. If you're not feeling good it helps you feel better. Hell, I'm something like 90% water right? That's so crazy, I still don't believe it. What about all my bones and fat? The 90% thing is probably a lie where all the scientists are in on it, but whatever...water is incredible. Oh, waterfalls are great too.

2) Sleep. Similar to water in many ways. It keeps you going and makes you feel better. It also lets you dream. And most dreams are awesome (didn't mean it dirty). Dreams let you go to an awesome new place that you'd never get to experience in real life. Last night I woke up every 10 min. it felt like after dreaming that I had been shot or was being shot at. One of them was very realistic where a guy broke into my home and shot me. I died in my dream and lay there dying until I woke up. So, that wasn't too much fun. THAT BEING SAID, when I look back on it now it was kinda a cool experience because assuming (since I'm also hoping) that I'm never actually shot, I'll never really experience that. So even nightmares are awesome.

3) Peanut Butter. Nuff' said.

4) Rainbows. Some dude can tell you the scientific reasons behind rainbows. But who gives a fuck right? Who actually wants to know. Just appreciate them. They are the most naturally gay thing in the world yet even the straightest, most conservative, christian, homophobe can appreciate a good ol' fashioned rainbow.

5) Mirrors - I think we take reflections for granted. It's pretty rad that you get to see yourself and stuff by standing infront of different things like a mirror or...water...SEE WATER IS SO FUCKING AWESOME!

That's all for tonight. I'll continue that list some day in the future. When some other stuff inspires me.


G'night Y'all!

The man in the moon looks confused tonight, as if he only just realized what was going on.

NP: Alpha Kappa Fall off a Balcony - The Menzingers

Foods that do not stack well:

Jello
Marshmellows
Pasta (in bag-like packages, boxes are fine)
Frozen Peas
Milk bags
Brown Sugar bags

That's all for now.

Man, Gaslight was amazing last night. Incredible. It was so great being up there at the front. So close that Brian Fallon had no choice but to make eye contact in every song (So dreamy...heh) So close that we could see the set list that they posted by the guitarists feet so I knew which songs were coming. I was able to relax knowing that Blue Jeans & White T-shirts was gonna get played. As the show went on it just got more and more amazing. Brian Fallon looked like he was having the night of his life and I think he was. I don't think he expected such a turnout in Toronto and I definitely don't think he expected the entire venue to be shouting the lyrics back at him. At the end, when they were only going to play 1 more song he asked "Are you guys tired yet? Ready to come home" and, in unison, there was a giant "NOOOOOOOO!". He looked completely surprised at how powerful the no was and went to talk to the drummer and then the rest of the band. He came back to the mic and said "We heard someone ask for Say I won't Recognize. We weren't going to play that song on this entire tour but we want to play it tonight". That was pretty awesome. I know they save that song for special occasions. Ah, so great. And then we shook his hand after the concert. I wanted to get a picture taken but we just barely made the last bus home. Actually, we didn't and I had to take a cab but...ANYWAYS. What a night. I'll never forget it.

And now it's back to bleh life. Work tomorrow. Blah. Gotta write an essay tomorrow 'cause I've procrastinated. Bleh. Should get reading for my reading project. Meh. Still need a lot of community hours. Bleh. Bleh.

G'night Y'all!

Moderate. Evaluate. Salivate.

NP: Visiting Day - Dead to Me

Bin' a while. Do I have lots to talk about then? Oh, we'll see I suppose.

It's March Break. Yay. That means lots o' nothing. Work now (Have I mentioned yet that I work?). Band practices (hopefully more). Watchin' some hockey pahaps. Oh, and did I mention FUCKING GASLIGHT ANTHEM?! FUCK YEAH! AAAAAAAAAAAH!

Right now I'm listening to Dead to Me (yeah I guess I sorta said that already). Anyways, check em' out. Look up their myspace or something. They're very good. I'm gettin' pretty excited about making music too. Hmmmm...I dunno, maybe we'll just end up with a bunch of shitty songs but I'm having a ton of fun with it. Working out a lot better than Ma'am I am the Supervisor. And after listening to "Stand" by REM I'm convinced we've written a better song. Tomorrow I'm gonna spend some time working on my other 3 songs I've been making.

The other day I was looking out the window. The bus was pulling away from the stop and about 30 meters up the street there was an old an with a cane. He stepped right onto the street infront of the bus. Suicidal? Maybe but he knew what he wanted. The bus switched lanes and then switched back to the lane beside the sidewalk after getting around the ol' guy and pulled to a stop. It then sat there for a good, and I shit you not, 2 minutes as the man slowly (and I mean SLOWLY. Slowly as fuck) makes his way to the bus door and gets on. I can only imagine the looks he got when he stepped on. the bus didn't even pull away for another minute. I guess they had to give him time to find a seat before zooming off so he didn't shatter his fragile bones with a hard fall. Anyways, we could all learn a lesson from him. If you want something, GO AFTER IT. Make things happen for yourself.

There was another old guy at work who tried this. He basically walked in and talked to everyone in sight, including me, about anything. When he walked past the oranges he called out to his wife, "Can we get an orange?" and held up a...orange. She said no and kept walking. He called out again, "Can we get an orange?". Again, rejected. This went on about 3 or 4 times. So then he just picked up a plastic bag to put the orange in anyways. His wife noticed what was going on and yelled out "No Dave! No orange!". He didn't listen. "No orange! No Dave! No stop! We're not buying an orange". After a while of clearly trying to ignore her he obviously figured he couldn't keep it up any longer and said "Huh? Oh. No orange? Ok". He was losing. And he knew it. So, here's where it got great. He (and I have to admit that I had to watch all of this out of the corner of my eye so I'm 90% sure this is what happened) turned to the lady beside him who had already bought an orange and bought it off her or something. He handed her a paper bill and said "and you don't owe me anything". He got what he wanted too.

So we can learn something from both these old dudes. If you want something, make it happen and don't worry about how it looks to others. And weigh the pros and cons. Is the risk of getting hit by a bus worth it to not have to walk all the way to the next bus stop when you walk at a grand speed of 0.2 km/h? Do you wand the orange so badly that you're willing to pay more than it's actually worth just to get your controlling wife off your back? If so, go for it. Old men have clearly experienced a lot in their long lives and they've judged that you have to make things happen yourself. So let's learn from their experiences, skip the years of fucking up, and go get what we want.

G'night Y'all!

Bah me some'n!

NP: The Disaster March - The Lawrence Arms

Today's entry comes from class because I'll be out all night workin'. Blah. Bagoozle.

Today there was an article in the Star saying that a woman was gonna try topotty train her kid atthe age of 3 months. That's smart. Why not? If it works, that'll change absolutely everything (not as much as when I found out that dude is actually a girl because I now question EVERYBODY'S gender but...). We'll start doing everything differently. We'll try to poop as soon as we eat to avoid that awkward re-positioning during the middle of the movie. The world is changing thanks to that lady. We'll try to finish our education within 5 years instead of 16 or whatever it is. The world is changing folks.

G'afternoon Y'all!

Lock the doors kids and roll up the windows.

Eeeeee! Tomorrow we find out about Sears. I don't think we'll make it but I want closure. So I'm looking forward to that.

I got my cable back up and running tonight which is good. I haven't been able to watch hockey. And today there was some thing on TV with some pretty hot girls and it was glitching. That's just not fair. But now it's all better. So I can watch some hockey again. Weehee!

Sunday through to Wednesday look like busy work days. Oh boy. Oh well, lots o' money.

Also, based on Brendan Kelly's blog and the fact that Neill Hennessy joined a new band, I'm a lil' worried about the Larry Arms breaking up. So that sucks a lot.

Ok, I'm realizing I shouldn't be on here. I should be writing, but for my writer's craft journal. So although I kinda just wrote about nothing for a few lines, which was supposed to build into something, that's it for tonight.

G'night Y'all!

Go on without you? Ok.

NP: Die While We're Young - A Wilhelm Scream

See that entry below this one? I typed N by accident and then hit "Publish Post" by accident too. So that's what that's about.

What a tired day. I liked band practice 'cause, well, I love making music. And I'm starting to think that one day we might be able to play some shitty show or something if we keep getting better. I think my song today failed. I mean, I dunno, I think it was a lot more complicated (still not complicated, just tougher to write together) than our last one and stuff so it didn't come out the way I wanted it to exactly. I mean, I like what's there so far and I guess I have too much of a vision of what it's supposed to be like in my head. Eh, I liked it so far I just don't think I sold other people on the idea of that turning out to be a good song. It's faster which is what we wanted but maybe slower songs are just way too easy to write. Whatever, I'll write the rest over the course of the week and try to finish it up for next time.

RUN MOTHA FUCKER RUN! (Sorry, that was the Wilhelm Scream line that just played. Such a great band...)

I was just saying I wish more people shared my love for the Lawrence Arms. They're so good and I can never figure out why people don't like them as much. But then I remember that after I first heard them it took me a long time to get into them. I had to really make myself listen to them but then it snowballed. Hmmmmm.

Ok, enough music talk.

Scooters were the dumbest invention ever. Really. You kids who bought ones went slower than everyone else, you looked retarded, you wore out one shoe and not the other, etc. etc. etc. Stupid invention.

My cat's in heat again. She tried to get Spike to fuck her, funnily enough, doggy style. He didn't go for it though. No, rather he tried to look like he knew what was going on and he tried to play it cool. But he had no idea what to do. He was so innocent. Such a virgin cat. Heh. I love him. then he did his thing where he stands over her sideways and tries to mount her that way. Basically, if you were look at them from a helicopter, it would like like an "X". That little slut's gonna be meowing all night long. Damnit.

G'night Y'all!

N

G'night Y'all!

It varies but usually the penguin arrives at the train station at about 3 p.m. each day except for Thursdays when he arrives at 4 p.m.

NP: Great American Sharpshooter - Less Than Jake

Woke at 6:30. Left at 7:30. Got home at 5:30 p.m. Long day. Tired. Need sleep. So much to do. Gots ta write in journal for writers craft a LOT. Gots ta try and write some poetry. Gots ta wake up in time to be ready for afternoon of jamming. Gots ta remember to change the clocks and lose an hour of sleep that I badly need. Hmmmm. When I write it out it doesn't sound like a lot but it feels like a lot.

Nothing terribly interesting happened today either.

I'm looking forward to makin' music tomorrow too. I want to do a cover of The Devil's Takin' Names.

- I've got these shakes and bad breath -

I wish I could write good lyrics. Bah. I'll work on it.

This blog has gotten so boring I think. I dunno. Maybe I've lost it. I just can't find interesting stuff to say anymore. I mean, "I killed my neighbour's dog yesterday" is interesting but it isn't true. Sigh.\

This is an obligatory post I guess. I've got nothin' to say. Suggest something.

G'night Y'all!

It's hard to remember that lemons aren't really that great

NP: Italian Lightning - Brian Fallon

It's about 10 to 1 (am of course). I should be homeworking. I am not. So this will be short.

I worked again tonight. Days seem longer now. Sigh. Whatever. Work stories? Well there's really not much to tell. This one dude was so angry that he couldn't find some O.J. without pulp. He sounded like a 7 year old, "I just want some without pulp!". I resisted the urge to inform him that pulp is good for you and found him some pulpless liquid. He went from the grumpiest man in the world to acting like I just saved his newborn baby from a fire. I am a hero folks.

Heh. I just opened an e-mail from ilike. It was telling me that P.O.S. posted a concert near me. I was thinking "I know this already. You're a late piece of shit service" when I realized it was informing me about a concert in San Franciso. Apparently I was not giving ilike enough credit and San Francisco has now been moved right next to Toronto, making it close to me now.

Aw! Backstrom just saved that shot but it was such an obviously offside play. Stupid ref.

G'night Y'all!

Louder? Ok.

NP: Mean Fist - Street Dogs

Let's get the questions out of the way first.

-

Q: why is the sky blue?

A: Google it. Fuck

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Q: why are you such a pussy and a hypocrite?

A: Ok, real answer coming anyways. He asked you. It would be weird for me to answer a question that he asked you and you kept being pussy about. You know that's true and you know not answering made it seem worse. Plus, you know I would talk to him if I had to. You're the one who wouldn't stand up for Ashley when you directly saw people being an asshole. THAT is being a pussy. There. Ok. Sorry for the overly serious answer but that puts an end to the whole conversation.

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Q: why don't you touch me anymore?

A: Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend you're Vin Diesel

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Q: why didn't you comment on my blog?

A: I didn't? I read it. I'll comment after I write this. Sorry, I don't know what happened.

-

Ok. We're gonna have to work on the question thing. It's gotta be like advice-asking but as if we don't actually know eachother. I want to give general answers. I'm trying to steal this idea so stop screwing it up. God. Yeah, we'll work on it.

Today I worked. And the first 2 hours felt like 30 min. The last 3 felt like 6 hours. But it was ok. The freezer hurt like a bitch. Facing ice cream is about as frustrating as keeping your cereal away from the goddamn bunny.

Then we went for coffee after our shift. Mmmmmmm. Starbucks coffee.

Oh, the other day at work I definitely saw Blind Mag without the blind part. Cool. There was also some 12 year old girl checkin' me out which was weird fer sure. And a guy who wanted gravy and made me help him look for it and then ultimately returned the gravy. And a buff lady looking for, guess, guess, guess, powerbars. Heh. And people with thick accents asking for foods that I don't know exist (because they foods are foreign). So I, being new and already not knowing where stuff is, don't know where to begin. I don't know where to start looking. I can't ask anyone else for help ("Excuse me manager but do you know where "makdshjn" is?"). So I just stand there and pause until the problem magically solves itself such as a manager walking by or them finding it themselves. It's awful 'cause I hate feeling like I'm not doing my job well.

What else have I seen at work?

Mr. Ellis. That's not really a what but a who. Anywho. Um, jello boxes fall over easily. Oh! I also found the beans with sex appeal. There's a cartoon busty chick on the cover of the beans letting her utters pop out of her plaid shirt so I'll buy the beans. Um, cookies call "big lady fingers". That was foreign.

Overall work is good. Tiring though.

G'night Y'all!

Jump in ja jeep!

NP: Intransit - The Lawrence Arms

Well, it's been a few days. A good few days though. The was winning battle of the bands (even if we didn't deserve to win), writing a song with for Shrooms for Alice, watching HNIC, getting a job and doing that job. Nice weekend.

But now it's back to business. More specifically, it's back to writing here where I have no idea what to write about. I also have no idea what to write about for writer's craft and I'm exhausted. Agh.

I meant to try and write songs tonight too. That didn't happen. Bah. There's not enough time in this upcoming week. I could really use a March Break right about now. Ok, I'm gonna make myself write some poetry before going to bed.

There was a comedian on tonight. He wasn't very funny. He did have a good idea though and at some point I'm gonna carry it out. I can't tell you guys what it is though.

It's fucking cold outside.

You know what? I've got nothing to talk about. Like, nothing nothing. And I'm sitting here trying to come up with something. There's nothing. Ask me a question or something and I'll answer it in my next entry.

G'night Y'all!

As she sailed she realized...she had nowhere to go

NP: Trouble Breathing - Alkaline Trio

I didn't like the entry I wrote. I deleted it all and I'm just leaving this.

Knock knock.
Who's there?
Waooooooooo
Waooooooooo who?
Waooooooooo
Oh. It is just a walrus.

G'night Y'all!

The gopher's hole intersected with the bunny's hole. There was a fight to the death.

NP: Die While We're Young - A Wilhelm Scream

Laughing is awesome. Have you ever stopped to think about that? It really is great. Even in a horribly dark situation, if you find a way to laugh at it somehow then it makes things better. The only time it sucks is when you're so used to finding humour in things to make them better that you start laughing out loud at inappropriate times. Yeah, oh well.

What a busy week. Ah!

Today someone, I forget who, mentioned in writer's craft that they worry about running out of time (this is big picture by the way). I said I agree. No one else felt the same way (or at least they didn't say anything and the general feeling was that everyone else felt they had lots of time). Mrs. Carter said she understood feeling that at her own age but not at ours.

Really? No one else feels that way? You don't have dreams of doing things while knowing that it's impossible to do all of them at in one lifetime?

I mean, my main goal is to one day cover hockey. But I want to write about it AND be on the radio. Right there I can't even do two things that should go hand in hand. I mean, it's done but it isn't easy. I'd also like to scout hockey players (junior players) and that's something I do as a nerdy little project (that I'm behind on this year but...). Of course, that job is reserved for people that have already been hockey players. Sigh. I'm not good at much but what I've noticed is that I'm damn good, and better than most "experts" at analyzing that sport. In the past when I've done my "nerdy scouting project" I've finished and then compared my list to the expert lists and the final rankings. Pretty damn similar the lists are. Yeah. Sigh. I'm good at it.
I'd also like to call OHL games on TV. That's not a glamourous job but I would love it.

So that's just my hockey dreams. I'd also love to make music. That's not a great life ambition, yet I'd really like to take to a stage at least once in my lifetime with music that's my own. Yeah, this isn't especially unique but I think I like music more than the average person does. I'm happiest when I'm listening to music.

I want to write a book.

I want to do something that people will remember me by. In a positive way. I want to fix something that's wrong with the world.

I want to raise at least one kid and do a good job.

I want to make a decent amount of money. I don't care about at all being rich but I want to be comfortable and not have to worry too much about getting by.

Hey, I'd love to write a TV show too but...

Yeah. And I'm going to accomplish all that? No. I won't. I haven't even learned how to appreciate every day yet. I haven't learned how to become a likable person. What if I don't learn these things until it's too late? What if I fail at all the things I want to one day do?

No one else has these fears? I find that hard to believe. I'd really like to hear from anyone who might be reading this entry.

Sorry for all the talk about me.

G'night Y'all!

Sunday School 1

NP: First Day of My Life - Bright Eyes

Welcome all you sinners. Please, take a seat. Take a seat. I'm glad to see all of you here, waiting to find out how you should live.

Well I'm going to begin at the beginning. You see, God created Earth in about 40 years (Have you ever put together a lego set? Yeah. You thought THAT was hard. Puts things in perspective). He decided that, rather than put a ton of people on Earth, he'd just make two people.

So, he made Adam and Steve. Adam and Steve didn't really feel for each other though. It would be ridiculous to assume that they'd fall for each other just because they were the only two around, right? I mean, Adam was a good looking dude but Steve wasn't really. So while Steve wanted to get in Adam's pants, the feeling was not mutual. Besides, Adam was pretty sure Steve had AIDS. ALSO, Steve was an absolute idiot. God had specifically said not to eat this one fruit but Steve just wouldn't listen. He did anyways and so God punished them by sending them to this average looking place and banishing them from the beautiful lands where God had placed them (very carefully might I add).

It got worse though. There were only girls in this new, average looking land. And none of them wore clothes. Really, Adam and Steve were pretty disappointed. And the two of them realized that if they were to ever find love they would have to find more men. Well, the naked women informed them that to make more poeple they would have to make love.

"Put WHAT, WHERE?!" cried Steve, "That's the wrong end! That's totally immoral!"

And there were further issues, such as the fact that the people they would be supposedly trying to fall in love with and build the human race with would be their very own children. But what other choice was there? So, Adam and Steve had very awkward and unpassionate sex with the beautiful naked women. It was AWFUL.

Things really propelled from there and before you know it, there were plenty of people just killing each other.

So, the point is...God has a plan. And sometimes part of that plan will consist of having you go through some pretty awful stuff (hopefully not as awful as what Adam and Steve went through) and yeah, it's pretty twisted. HOWEVER, he does have a plan. He said so. I don't know what it is yet. But I know there's a plan. SO, obey his plan. Just go along with it. Look busy. If some shady guy comes up to you and starts asking you questions, pretend you know what he's talking about and just follow God's lead. It's all part of "the plan".

G'night Y'all!

It's kinda like watching grass grow and then watching that grass get mowed

NP: Sunrise, Sunset - Bright Eyes

So, likes, I totally forgot to do a NP to start off last night's entry. So, um. Yeah. I'm pretty sure no one cares but I had to address that anyways.

Moving on...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Some of you will know what I'm laughing at. Others will not. That's fine. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Today has some real awesome moments. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That's not necessarily an inside joke. It might just take some people longer to figure out. And if you can't figure it out, do move on.

My Greates Wish...

My greatest wish...
is a day with Tish!
off we go to the lake
we wouldn't act, nor be too fake
she'd talk, I'd listen
her eyes would glisten
we'd hold hands
I'd let her know where she stands
in my life
she'll be my wife
I'll tell her she should never fear
why? because I'll always be here
she's my dear
she shouldn't shed a tear
but what if she decided - no more
my heart would be a giant sore
shattered -
to the floor
she slams the door
despite my fear of all of this
my greatest wish
is a day with Tish

Yeah, I'm proud of that.

Ok. We need a rant. Unfortunately it's not coming to me at the moment. Hmmmmmm. Well, I'll just do a vent then. It's similar only more angry and direct.

I get really annoyed of people being so oblivious. It's like so many people have absolutely no sense of what goes on around them. Or they're too selfish and too much of a pussy to do anything about it. There was a time when a good friend would stand up for you if you needed it. ESPECIALLY if you had stuck up for them at times. Bah. Too bad.

I dunno. I'll work on getting that rant to come to my head. Othewise I'll spew on about airline food and why men can't ask for directions. Maybe talk about nagging wives. If I was black I could talk about the differences between black and white people. I'm not black though. Just for the record. Yeah. Ok. It's time for that next line to come.

G'night Y'all!

Glow in the dark?! Radical.

It's been a few days.

I won't bore you all by talking about the play again. It was fun. It be over. We be judged n' adjudicated.

I was going to start off tonight's entry with my poem entitled "My Greates Wish..." which I'm quite proud of. Unfortunately, I left it in my Writer's Craft book so tomorrow night I suppose.

Ok, so instead we'll get to Nathan's question. Would you be capable of maintaining a relationship that lasts longer than a few weeks? f'sure. Or, it's up to you. We'll skip past the issue of whether or not you can grab a girlfriend or not. That's always a dumb issue. You kinda do or you kinda don't. There's no recipe for success. I don't think so anyways. I think you can get a girlfriend anyways (that's not like a YOUR SO FINE Nathan line. It was more like a, yeah you can get a girlfriend line. In other words don't take that too positively or negatively. I don't know if that makes sense or not). SO ANYWAYS...your question was about maintaining the relationship. Without sounding too obvious...it depends. Why? 'Cause you have to put an effort in. I'm not making any sort of direct comment towards you. I'm just saying that in a relationship both people have to make an effort, give up a little and be willing to go that extra mile to do nice things and show they care. You know, thoughtfulness. So if you're willing to do your part then yeah. On the other hand, nothing's completely one-sided. It takes two to totter yada yada yada. They other person has to show you they care and be willing to do some sacrificing. So that's why I say it depends. Are you willing to do those things? Then yeah you're capable to maintaining a relationship.

-Dr. Loooooooove

I'd like to make a special announcement:

As you all know, I'm a deeply religious man. I don't go to church as often as I should. So, I've decided to uh...make mah own church. From this moment on, Sundays at "Why, A Toast To You Fine Sir" will be "Preach entries". I'll teach you how to live that righteous life without sin. So. um. Tune in.

I had some other stuff I was gonna talk about. Some sort of short rant. I can't really remember though. Good job me.

G'night Y'all!

The Square of Life

NP: There's a Metal Head In the Parking Lot - Slapstick

Today`s entry brought t' ye in seafarin' hearty talk:

Arrr, I be somewhat obligated t' review last high tide'`s plays. So I will. Th' first one seemed pretty good. Swabbies seemed t' be really enjoyin' 't an' 't be pretty nice t' be seein'. Sure, most swabbies be jus' happy t' be in class but I be glad that thar be a fair amount o' swabbies who had fun. After th' show we got excused from class an' that began what`s sort o' like a 6 tide weekend. We also reviewed a bunch o' things we wanted t' do differently. Cool.

So we be all pumped fer th' second show. An' 't began. An' 't felt like a cemetery. I had been worried that too many swabbies would be havin' already seen 't in th' mornin'. That`s definitely what happened an' th' atmosphere be terrible. Th' first show we made some mistakes. Thar be less mistakes in th' second show. Ye can tell when somethings bad on accoun' o' o' th' performers an' when 'tis bad on accoun' o' o' th' audience. Generally I like t' be pretty hard on myself bu th' audience be beyond retarded. That`s alstarboard tho. Toosdee`s performance be a mature crowd.

Thar be some funny things. That one dude who thought he be clerewas funny. I`ll tell ye why. Durin' our practice run between shows Thad, Miss Duffy an' I be yellin' insults at th' crowd t' try t' throw them off an' get prepared. We war tryin' t' be filthy and yell ob'iously lily-livered insults. And the crowd said the exact thin's we
said when we war tryin' t' be scurvy . That either makes them Reeeeally daft or us super smart. Maybe a mix o' both? Whatere. I dasn't want t' talk about th' audience too much `cause they be jus' predictable an' th' only reason 't bothered me be that I be sorta hopin' th' insults swabbies yelled would ben more clever.

But 't be a pretty good tide thar. Th' only other thin' be that "Bitch" be a bitch. This be sort o' similar t' me last paragraph in a way. "Bitch" be purposely tryin' t' be a bitch. That dasn't really bother me. I can take that. But again, I expect more. "Bitch" did things that swabbies do when they's 10. Pretty lame stuff.

This entry be a lil` different. Generally I talk about me less (or in a less direct way) or I like t' think so anyways. Sorry about that.

By th' horkin' way! BY TH' HORKING WAY! I found th' hat. I found a scallywaggin' hat. I dasn't e'en know that 'tis all that great. But I be so happy I found 't.

Eh, that be pretty direct again. Sorry. again.

Dollhouse wasn`t that great. 't got good in th' last 15 minutes but...I think FOX horked wi' th' episode. 't`ll get better. In Joss we trust.

G'night Y'all, argh!

The birds are singing but they're terribly out of tune. Somebody throw stuff at them so they fly away.

NP: London Calling - The Clash

Tonight's entry is short. I got a big day full o' performances tomorrow so I gots ta gets mah booty sleep.

So, I'll just be addressing something quickly. They both fall under the category of "Nathan and Ashley are dumb".

1. What would I do if I were in your shoes Ashley? That's not a good question. How the hell do I answer that. No good.

2. Nathan that isn't even asking for advice.

Whatever, that idea flopped. I had a brilliant idea for tonight's blog but it'll have to wait for tomorrow evening.

G'night Y'all!

You say it's not a big deal. It is. Actually, it's kinda a REALLY HUGE DEAL! YOU HAVE NO IDEA!

NP: Time Bomb - Rancid

The bathroom at school is so unmanly. So feminine. 9 out of every 10 times I walk in either one, there's at least 1 person at the mirror. Mirros in general are unmanly. Fixing your hair in a public washroom (especially at school) is VERY unmanly. And stupid.

The funny thing is, you can find all types of people doing it. Nerds, gangster kids, very foreign kids, asians (pfft...they all look the same anyways. Why even bother fixing stuff in the mirror? I joke! I don't actually mean that), etc. etc. etc.

It's frustrating because they just take up room in what's already a small washroom. You just want to wash your hands but NO. They have to take up room looking at themselves. Oh, great God, you still have some kinks to work out with this world.

Ok, so there's this other blog I read. I don't know if I've mentioned it before. It's Brendan Kelly's blog. He's the bassist and singer for The Lawrence Arms, The Falcon and The Broadways. He also sang in Slapstick. Anyways, he's 10 times the blogger you or I could ever hope to be.

So on his blog, he responds to advice-seeking comments (If I feed off 2 comments per entry, this guy feasts). Because he's marginally famous and talented, he gets a lot of readers and a lot of interesting requests for advice. For example, a couple weeks ago someone asked him what he should do to break up his crush's marriage. BK basically got to call the guy an asshole. Did I mention that the guy said his crush and her husband had a kid too?! This dude wanted to break up a family because he thought this girl had shown slight signs years ago that they might like each other. That sounds pretty great and still, I'm not doing the story justice. Reading that blog has become a religious activity for me now.

Point is, I want to answer crazy advice. If I open up that offer, I'll only get 2 advice-seeking questions. That's pretty sad.

However, it's better than no advice-seeking questions. So ask away kids.

G'night Y'all!

And then everything blew up. Like magic you see.

NP: Ghost Stories - The Lawrence Arms

Sigh...I don't know what I'm about to write about. Probably nothing. Life sucks. Yeah, that seems to be a blog theme now. Half my family isn't really talking to each other at this very moment. Delightful.

There are positives though, aside from some shitty people. My classes are enjoyable this semester. ENJOYABLE. Yeah. Right now I'd rather be in class than anything else at all (aside from sleep). Yeah, when I'm done this entry I'll go to sleep so I can wake up and go to school. And for pretty much the first time in my life, that sounds fucking A+.

Alright, just for kicks...here are bands that I want to play like (alphabetical order 'cause I'm looking through itunes and not because I'm some loser who alphabetizes stuff):

Alkaline Trio
The Broadways
The Copyrights
Dead To Me
Dillinger Four
The Falcon
The Flatliners
The Gaslight Anthem
Green Day (Old...but duh)
Hostage Life
The Lawrence Arms
The Loved Ones
Pinhead Gunpowder
A Wilhelm Scream

Mhm. I'm not sure what the point of that was.

At some point, it being 12:08, I'll start my english homework.

Thursday. Thursday is the big performance day. Oh man. I'm not sure what to think. I get told to be proud of it and that it's good. I think me and Thad are the same in that we both can be perfectionists and we're both worried it'll flop. There's not much we can do at this point though. And on the one hand I'm really excited to see it performed. On the other hand I'm really worried it won't go well. We'll see how it goes I 'spose.

I need to get back to doing some rants. I can't think of anything to rant about though. When I think about what pisses me off these days I come up with people's names rather than my usual (and uh, oh so classic) material like brail (sp?) being useless. I don't really know how to cure that problem though. Cut cut cut.

Welp. That was all over the place.

G'night Y'all!

They sky is blue today but what's stopping it from being an entirely new colour we've never seen before tomorrow?

NP: Señor And The Queen - The Gaslight Anthem

I'm sorta getting in the habit of writing here everyday. I think. Hopefully I didn't just jinx it. This is good. I'm not sure why it's good but I think it is.

I'm starting to hate living where I live. I hate the repetitive scenery. Usually I dislike major change but I don't feel comfortable here anymore. I hate, save for a few, the people here. I like that there's always stuff going in Toronto though. I think I like Toronto but I'm just tired of Etobicoke. Right here in Etobicoke. I should have been born in Chicago. Or Vancouver. I WAS born in Montreal but maybe I should have stayed there. Maybe I was meant to be born in Jersey where there's a ferris wheel and a beach. OR...maybe everything's going just the way it's supposed to but bleh.

I want that damn hat! $60 for a hat? Can you believe that Charlie? Agh! Oh how I loved that hat and I miss it. I also miss the $25 hat except aside from it being too small. Oh bleh. That experience pretty much highlighted "life sucks" for me. I want my hat damnit!

Check this out. Yeah, I can make you all watch videos too. Rainbows. Ha. Generally I don't like putting other stuff like that in my blog. This is an exception.

Oh and I, uh...."found" this: God's Twitter. Yup. Everyone's doing it, haven't ya heard?

G'night Y'all!

The sailor sailed only six seas, feeling slightlightly disappointed

NP: Owner Operator - No Trigger

Bah. Sigh. Bleh. What a depressing year. Shit sucks. It only gets worse I'spose.

I'm gonna call this girl "Bitch". And I hate "Bitch". Everyday she, "Bitch" that is, annoys me even more. That's all I have to say about "Bitch".

Alright, so next week we're performing the Sears play twice in one day for the first time. Agh! That's insane. It also means I barely have school for 5 days. Thursday we have a performance in the morning and one in the afternoon in last period. We have Friday and Monday off thanks to a P.A. day and Family Day. On Tuesday we have our big performance that gets judged so I'm out of class all day. Heh. Pretty nice.

It's really annoying when teachers think they're just so brilliant because they're going to "prepare us for university". Then they give us impossible work 'cause they think "oh, I'll make
them scared for university and I'll get them this great work ethic". Well, no! First of all, that misrepresents university methinks. Second, we're not gonna get to university 'cause of you dumbass. Whatever, that just annoys me. I think this semester will be better class-wise.

You know that last paragraph? That was a product of writers bloc. I have no idea what to talk about. I really don't. I could use some help. I think I wrote before about how it's a lot easier to write an entry when you're not unhappy. Gah. It's sooooo true what I said. Man, I'm smart.

I dunno. Maybe I'll just run away from home with a bag somehow tied to a stick (that's not easy to do folks). I'll bring an acoustic guitar/harmonica and I'll just "find myself". Or I'll become a pokecat trainer.

Bad entry. Don't think I don't know when it doesn't turn out well.

G'night Y'all!

Plan B: We run.

NP: I Am You - Off With Their Heads

Fuck shoe shopping! Agh! Hell! Agh! So god damn frustrating!

Those buttons at crosswalks. They do nothing. Nothing. You think about it. When you press one, nothing happens immediately. And if something does, it's a coincidence and would have happened that fast regardless of whether you pressed the button or not. If the buttons did work, it would throw off the entire grid. We all know that lights are timed to change at very specific points in the day. So how would it make any sense at all for them to work?

So don't press them, ok? And tell everyone you know. Don't give in. Boycott the buttons. Somewhere is the person who designed those buttons and he's laughing at all of you fools you still press the button. There probably isn't even a wire attached to the other side.

God. If you're listening that is...I want a place to jam. Like, sooooo badly. Like, soooooooooooo badly. You have no idea God. Sooooo badly. Thanks.

Alright, tonight's entry is short. I'll try to make it longer tomorrow.

G'night Y'all!

Now what do you do? exactly - Not, Not exactly like you don't do anything exactly. But more like, what exactly do you do?

NP: Drumroll (We're All Thirsty)

Phelps is a person

Ladies and gentleman. This is what's wrong with the world. That's it. Just that and a few other things. People are absolutely retarded. I mean, completely stupid.

1. If there wasn't enough proof to say a lil' weekend MJ isn't that bad before, well there is now. The man has, count it, 14 gold medals. That's more than anyone. Ever. This guy should be the posterchild for marijuana. He clearly can breathe and compete athletically. He clearly has ambition.

2. He apologizes. Like, dude... you won 14 medals and brought your country a lot of pride. You have nothing to apologize for. Just because some people, for some unexplainable reason, dislike a recreational drug that's less dangerous than alcohol you're going to apologize? No man. Taking a few hits isn't wrong. Apologizing for your image is selling out and THAT is wrong.

Ugh. Whatever. Like, honestly who cares if marijuana is legal right? I don't think most of us actually give a shit. People who are really into weed shouldn't either. You get it cheaper as long as it's illegal right? I guess I only care 'cause the government could tax it and use the money to take care of homeless people or something. Anyways, whatever.

Before we go on:

Drumroll - P.O.S.

He just came out with a new album. From what I've heard so far it's great. Woohoo!

I could talk about life seeming to be going well (let's see how long that lasts). I could talk about my new classes. I could talk about my favourite colour (not for very long but). I don't want to talk about me though. What I want to talk about is old people. Fuck them, eh?

You know what's really weird? When you walk down the sidewalk and you pass an old person. And the old person turns sideways, stops and waits for you to pass. I have no idea what this means. Sometimes they smile while they do it and other times they frown. WHAT?! WHAT IS THIS?!

Also, and I know this has been beaten to death but I'm going to repeat it just as a way of underlining how irritating this is, it really sucks when old ladies have to go through their coin purse for 5 min. at the counter. Like, my god lady...there are people behind you. And if you don't stop we're going to be as old as you are now by the time you finish and you'll be dead. And at that point we'll never get ahead of you in line. You're effectively killing everyone who gets in line behind you.

They also smell funny.

But we love em'.

G'night Y'all!

31, 31, 31, 31

NP: Ghost Stories - The Lawrence Arms

Bah. Bleh. Fuck. On the one hand, I'm done exams so yay. Yay. YAY! On the other hand, my grandpa (who's actually my 103-year old great grandfather but I call him grandpa 'cause my real grandpa is dead the same way Anakin Skywalker is "dead") is about to pass any moment now. Today, or yesterday maybe, he forgot who he is and where he is and is talking about a daughter that isn't real. So, yeah...that really sucks 'cause he's a pretty cool guy who had some cool stories dating back to 1905.

Just wanted to say that, not to bring the mood down, but because if anything should go in this blog...that should. I'll miss him. Even though I only met him 3 times and talked to him a couple times a year on the phone, he was still special and the world is gonna lose a great person.

So, again, no more exams. That means I can focus on some really awesome stuff.

I really want to be doing more musical stuff. Not, like, MUSICAL stuff....but music (rock...punk rock) stuff. Anyone want to buy me a tiny lot o' land for jamming on? Anyways, I like music and I'll kick myself in the ass 74 times if I don't make sure it has some important role in my life.

I can work on my nerdy project...which is watching junior hockey games and making notes about players who will be drafted by NHL teams in the summer. This is, without a doubt, the most nerdy thing I do. However, I was never able to afford playing hockey so this is about the closest I can get to the great sport. One day I'll make sure I'm more involved with it.

I can get a job. Um. Yay? Yay I think. I've always been wanting a source of income but it just hasn't been working out for one reason or another. I think it's time.

I can finish volunteer hours. Yeah, I'm one of thems folks that ain't got it done yet. Soon.

I can hopefully be happier. It's been a shitty first half of a year. 2nd half better?

I can learn guitar. I like to learn at my own pace so that might not come so easily. Right now just strumming is pissing me off. How do you strum strings but NOT strum the first or last one? Ugh.

Hmmmmm....this hasn't been a great entry. I guess you gotta have one of these sometimes. Not very entertaining but...

G'night Y'all!

Buzz!

NP: Congratulations - A Wilhelm Scream

Ready for an entry that's all over the place?

Rules of Blogging:

#1 - The first rule of blogging is, you do not talk about blogging (to someone you don't have a bloggin' relationship with).

#2 - The second rule of Fight Club is, you DO NOT talk about bloggin (to someone you don't have a bloggin' relationship with).

#3 - You DO NOT forget your username.

#4 - You DO NOT forget your password.

#5 - You must have a good closing line.

#6 - If someone comments for you, you comment for them.

#7 - Entries will go on for as long as they need to.

#8 - Only one entry a day.

Streetlight on Friday! A Wilhelm Scream on Friday!

I've created another blog. This one's hidden though and impossible to find. Go to my profile and find it. You can't! I told you it was hidden. You didn't trust me. Actually, you probably cheated and read the sentence after "Go to my profile and find it" so... Anyways, this new blog is for poetry. I'm not very good at poetry, so it's where I'll try to practice. I know, terribly lame, but... it's there so I can experiment n stuff (heh, experiment).

My polygamous family includes:

http://www.grideffect.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/snakes.jpg
and Ashley

My next entry will be longer. They've been short lately. Ah, bleh.

G'night Y'all!

A Claude like comeback

NP: Bad Businessman - Squirrel Nut Zippers

History today blah blah blah. Yes it's great but what hasn't already been said. So let's just put one of them [insert what's been said already]s in and get goin'.

Today I had Sears practice after school. This went better than usual 'cause we made some good changes although some distracting things went on too. Anyways, at one point Thaddeus and I went up to the library to print out a script.

First, let's set the scene. It was really quiet. Like, more than normal library quiet. Scary quiet. And, for afterschool, it was crowded enough.

So me and the other dude sat down and he opened up his account to get the script. As he did I was watching the scenery. I heard the printer go off with my cat-like senses and looked up. This guy was picking up a paper he had just printed off. Now, the light was shining from behind perfectly so that I could see what was on the other side of said paper. Pornography. Titties. I lie to you not. The guy stares at the knockers for a good 30 seconds, folds the paper up and puts it in his pocket. Weird. Apparently I was the only one who saw this because the scary quiet library remained scary quiet.

There are 2 days left in this semester thingy. Awesome. I can't wait to go get that hat. It's gonna be good. Very good.

Video

Click that link there thing. It's good.

Well, I was gonna write more but I already have plans to make a PB + J sandwich when the 3rd period of the Canucks vs. Sharks game is half over. That's just about now.

G'night Y'all!

Gotta pet em' all!

NP: Faintly Falling Ashes - The Lawrence Arms

Every man hates his balls. I mean, unless he feels he was born into the wrong body and wears dresses and all that shit (which is totally cool if that's what you're into but...), he's glad he has balls but he wishes he didn't.

What do I mean you ask?

Well, again, we're glad we have them. The sack is pretty much what defines us as being male. They keep us manly. They also, one day when we're ready, give us the ability to make jr.s.

HOWEVER...when we get hit in the balls, it really fucking hurts. And you start feeling it there where it feels, not numb, but ever so hut and sore. Then the pain goes up through your stomach and you can't feel your stomache. Then there's this slight sensation sent up the rest of your feeling of "agh". Eventually it hits your head and you feel like you're going to throw up. Awful stuff.

You also get em' stuck to your legs. That's a whole other issue, and...well, actually that's about all there is to it. No one wants to talk about it but...

I won't go on too much more. The point is, I'd be a lot happier if God had designed it a little differently.

Streetlight Manifesto in about 2 weeks! Exams will be over! Yay.

But until then...fucking exams...n' shit. Bah. But when exams are over, I'm gonna buy myself a new hat. Yeah, it'll be great. I'll round up a gang for a dooooontooooon day and we'll cruise for a new hat. It'll be my present to me!

And in other news, life is absolutely pointless. Just think about that for a good 5 minutes or so. Sooooooooo pointless. And hard. And cruel. *cut*

Fucking African kid is taunting me again.

Let's not wait so long to do this again.

G'night Y'all!

Cold Iiside, Cold outside...Global Warming? This place is a fucking freezer...

NP: The Blues Mary - Brian Fallon

Fuck ISUs. Fuck family illness. Fuck some unnamed assholes. Fuck 2008. Fuck stuff I don't want to talk about publicly. Fuck coming up with a title for Sears (this is not nearly as dramatic as the last three but tough nontheless)(I guess, in a way it's MORE dramatic too but...). Fuck salmonella (ok, salmonella isn't ACTUALLY a part of my life right now, but it's still not good). Fuck battle of the bands not really seeming to work out right now. Fuck being tired. Fuck sloshy streets and swimming back and forth from school. Fuck fighting. Fuck ISUs. Fuck life.

But, yuh know, other than that life's good. It's times like this that I remember there's some kid in Africa, with flies eating him alive when there's barely anything to eat, who would probably be an asshole to me too if he got the chance to meet me. And that frustrates me even more. And so just when I'm calming down, I remember the kid and get all worked up again. AGH!

Life is just such a vagina.

Is it possible to act like an asshole without coming off as an asshole? If so, let me know.

I need a new life philosophy.

Oh, and fuck the Leafs trading for Brad May. Agh! LEARN!

G'night Y'all!

Shrug

Yay. First post of 2009. Everyone excited? Better be a fucking better year that 2008...

I have nothing to say. I just felt obligated to make an entry. Nancy Botwin is hot.

G'night Y'all!