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!