for ruin...
stand and fight
Monday, February 23, 2004
08:57 p.m.
Meh.
I'm bored.
I'm online by myself.
I miss C.
Actually, that last one is weird, since we go to the same school. But lately I'm seeing her for about 60 seconds in the morning, what feels like fifteen minutes at lunch, and then not again until the next day. No classes together, and she leaves after 5th period. Mega sucks, man. We need to do something, man. YOu doing anything for your birthday? Because if not I volunteer to take you out or watch CSI dvds. Or something... T_T;;;
Sunday, February 22, 2004
09:33 p.m.
>_<
Saw my blog on a 1073xwhatever resolution tonight. Which is really icky, considering it's meant for 800x600. Bleh.
Have also realized that I haven't had a physical conversation with C since Saturday last week. Which may explain why I feel a little like I've been living in a closet, since I've only seen Katelynn and talked to Dan once or twice. The one good thing about going to school'll be getting back into the loop. Talk to Stephen and C and Dan, face to face. And Vic...
Maybe I should call in sick.
It'll be nice to go back to Social, though. Not that I've been obsessively reading CBC archives or anything. Not that I could probably write a report on the crisis in Hati, or why I think the wall in Isreal is Berlin-esque. I'm a loser.
On a plus not, my essay's done, and I think it's way better than the 'Hamlet' piece I was originally going to have to send Kings. Not an enjoyable read or anything, but at least this one makes sense.
Moo.
Friday, February 20, 2004
11:35 a.m.
Swinging Belleville
music: Triplettes de Belleville soundtrack
It is some sort of international law that all French movies have to have kickass soundtracks?
Actaully I am only here to do one thing, and that is to offer a metaphysical hug to C. You deserve that corset man. Not to mention better people in your life. Amazing people---even... cherry flavoured people. ~hugs---but in a way that doesn't involve me getting kicked for touching you~
Thursday, February 19, 2004
09:25 p.m.
Ergh.
I really hate column obligations some nights. After my stupid essay I can't really write anything. Mrrr...
Thursday, February 19, 2004
08:25 p.m.
I'm not Multicultural Enough...
music: Window- Guster
So, I'm home. Calgary rocked for the most part, hunt for my grad dress not withstanding. It is burgandy. I plan to wear steel toed boots with it to make myself feel better about its foofy skirt.
Other than that, everything rocked. I got to see The Triplets of Bevelle, this quirky little French animated movie with almost no dialogue and a great opening theme. I got volumes 11 and 12 of X. But most importantly, I went to McNally Robinson, the ultimate indie bookshop (three levels, in-house resturant) on Stephen Avenue (and possibly the world). And they had the book that I've been wanting for half a year, now: Year of Ice by Brian Malloy (amazing fucking book, by the way-though the narrator is a complete dum bass)
I came home very happy. ^_^
Oh, and I'm giving Fiction Press a shot, for once. For a small, currently tentative, stint, I'm posting a piece from 'Fistfights vs. Fences' Katelynn's (unstarted) commission story. Since it is for Katelynn it is slash, so be warned.
Read here.
Not sure what kind of response I'll get-if I get any, as I've never used the site before. So, we shall see...
Monday, February 16, 2004
12:50 a.m.
One More Link...
music: A Dreamtime- Dogstar
I read a quick couple hundred words on the San Fransisco thing in the Hat News, but I didn't realize just how great the whole thing was. The city deserves a collective pat on the back. What a great act of 'civil disobediance'. Way to reaffirm my faith in humanitiy's kindness.
Friday
Apparently some teachers took schoolkids to see them and learn and know it was a big thing. Makes me kinda teary actually. Good show, SF. Good show.
Monday, February 16, 2004
12:23 a.m.
She Smiles Politely as she Steps out of her Dreams...
music: Star Training- The Reunion Show
Ok, I know I was going to write more. And I have been. Just... not here. ^_^;;
And tomorrow, before I leave for a three day sabbatical to Calgray (grad dresses, anime and pretty, useless things) I will write a real update. But right now I just want to post a couple links.
A Quick Thought on Personal Responsability
And the response
Spiritual Rape
I think C especially will liek the response. I want someone to preach to me now just so I can shout "Stop Raping Me!"
Anyway, that's my little bit for the night. And Mr. Bryant, of the British House of Commons is my unabashed hero. Reading political debate transcripts gives me a weird glowy feeling. This is probably a bad sign.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
07:13 p.m.
You'll be a Waste of Time...
music: Some Random Fastball song
Hey dudes, I realize it's been ten days since I last updated The Blog, which makes me feel kind of pathetic, but I have an excuse! I'm lazy. Very, very lazy.
Anyway, since it's Wednesday night, I'm at Dad's, using his laptop while he's outt getting bread for Cheri. And since I'm suddenly in posession of a lot of free time, I thought I'd actually check back in, just to prove that I'm not dead or anything. Though, since just about everyone who reads this goes to school with me, that point is probably moot.
...I want a laptop. This keyboard has awesome recoil-though it looks completely 2-D. O.o
Anyway, been back to school for two weeks, and I'm updating two days before the week-long February/Family Day break. Maybe I'll post more over the Nine Day Weekend.
Anyway, since everyone else did their classes update and school impressions last week, I feel a little behind, but here they are, nonetheless:
1st period: English/Band
Same old shit stuff. Nothing really changed here, except that my hatred for Anderson's essay topics has increased tenfold. Would it kill him to give us something interesting, especially if it it, "A BIG Project?"
2nd period: TA
Calling this a class is very debatable... I spend most of my time there thinking of creative ways to ignore Victoria's constant, self-absorbed chatter. (much as I do kind of like the girl, she never shuts up)
3rd period: Drama
We've got a sub until March, so it's really hard to say what this class is going to be like. A few of our best are gone (Katelynn, Ross) but we have a bright 11th grader to make up for it (Derek-the guy with no irises). Our teacher (whose name, it turns out, is Ms. Smith-fitting) is the quietest person I've ever met. She seems afraid of us. Ai.
4th period: Lunch
5th period: Chem 30
Mmm... this seems like it could be a good class, since Crewson is kind of funny, in a geeky sort of way. So far, the ideal gas law has been called "pervert", she's made a flamethrower out of a coffee can, and three different people have threatened to smack Curtis West. Good times.
6th period: Social Studies
Ok, this course has officially become my reason for going to school. Remember that Social 10 class I had, that I said was the ultimate-nenver-to-be-beaten-Greatest Class Ever?
I lied. Cause Social 30 rocks the hardcore. I've got Kezia, Andrew, Aaron, Riley, Melissa, Vic and Zeb in my class. And between the eight of us, someone's always arguing. It's amazing. Not to mention the running commentary Andrew and I have going for our own amusement. Not to mention that Mr. Regier is titling his lessons 'Democracy is Like Love' and 'Dictatorship is Like Marriage' in honour of Valentines day.
And not to mention that he let Mike Mckay download 'Rejected' in class today.
"I'm a banana!"
And anyone who doesn't understand why that's funny needs to go find the clip NOW.
Hm... so what else is up? I got, and recovered from, a cold. Stephen and I have discovered that the easiest way to make someone think you're working is to hide in a back corner and speak in low, earnest tones (about Final Fantasy). I hit page 14 in my novella (now projecting about 20+ pages). I made Andrew blush. I beat Omega Weapon (X-version) in one hit.
Oh, and I have a mother-daughter date on V-day to go see Monster. Anyone else up for it? ...of course, Mum will kill me for asking, but if you want to 'accidentally' show up at the theatre, we can all sit together.
Full Metal Alchemist rocks, and you should all go watch it and get down with your angsty, artifical-limbed selves.
Katelynn kicks harder when Jason makes short jokes. And Jason has gender issues, apparently. Heh.
Other than that? Eh. I'll think of something later.
Until then?
"I babble like a babble fish!" -or, what too many cupcakes does to a person.
Sunday, February 1, 2004
09:41 p.m.
Here's to Not Being a Child of the 60s
music: The Spicey McHaggis Jig- Dropkick Murpheys
I'd just like to say that I love Kay. She is somewhere between hero and just plain cool. Talking with her always seems to settle certain things that bother me. And besides, she's going to help me take over the world. We shall have General Davideus Day, and sexy aprons for all!
^_^;
Note to Self: Must get over new obsession with using smileys in place of intelligent and witty dialogue.
Went to Dad's as per usual and spent the whole day re-reading The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde (Katelynn gave me a copy of my own for Christmas). I don't remember it being as funny as it is, though that might have something to do with the fact that I was 14 the last time I read it, and had yet to learn the heady joys of bourgeois ideals, or what the word caprice meant. Anyway, it's a much better book this time around. Feel very sorry for Basil, though. Discovering the person you love is an ass and then having them cut your throat is a lousy way to go. Yes, I said HE. It's Oscar Wilde after all.
Also realized today how much of Velvet Goldmine's dialogue is gacked from that book. Example: "Woman defend by attacking, just as the attack by sudden strange surrenders." and, "Nothing makes one more vain than being told on is a sinner."
I was highly amused.
Sunday, February 1, 2004
12:28 a.m.
We'll Own them All in the End
music: Sell Sell Sell- Barenaked Ladies
So, Katelynn came over yesterday and stayed for about 24 hours. O.o Then we went out to Ruckers with all theusual suspects and Jos. Dan and Stephen cutely played air hockey, C and I kicked zombie ass. (House of the Dead will someday be my bitch... uh huh) DDR was played. Pizza was eaten. I have shiny green Mardi-Gras beads. C's are purple. Full Metal Alchemist rocks the hardcore (great anime sereis. Will rant about later)
And yet... I'm suddenly worried that maybe I haven't been a very good friend to someone lately. Keep thinking back to a conversation I had this summer. And something that really needed to be said to someone by someone else. Wonder if that ever happened?
And I know I'm being cryptic. But I worry crypitcally. It's a habit.
Grade 11's over. This year is supposed to be better. But even after talkign to Katelynn about that exact subject, I'm not sure that it is better.
Maybe nothing's really changed.
Shit. I'm depressing myself. Stop it.
Thursday, January 29, 2004
10:01 p.m.
Ah...
music: That Creepy Furries ep of CSI
Well, the computer is now working. ~crosses fingers~ Which means I have no excuse for not working on the column. Drat. But first, something gacked from Katelynn:
--- Alias' ---
EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS = Favorite Spice + Last Foreign Vacation Spot
Peppermint Brandon (Peppermint's a spice. Shut up. O.o;;)
SOCIALITE ALIAS = Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Where You First Partied
Red Calgary (sounds like a Communist group, ne?)
"FLY GIRL" ALIAS (a la J. Lo) = First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name
A. Kla.
DIVA ALIAS = Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen
Cookie Club Soda (...we need food.)
GIRL DETECTIVE ALIAS = Favorite Baby Animal + Where You Last Went to School
Kitten Alexandra (porn star name, anyone?)
BARFLY ALIAS = Last Snack Food You Ate + Your Favorite Drink
Peppermint Stick Tea
JEDI NAME = First 3 letters of your last name + first 2 letters of your first name, First 2 letters of your mother's maiden name + the first 3 letters of your hometown
Kla-An No'Med
...iche. This is a weird day, I tell ya.
Thursday, January 29, 2004
07:27 p.m.
Ergh.
I wonder if I've used that title before. Anyway, computer continues to find new and interesting ways to fuck up, so this isn't going to be very long. All I can say is that I am so fucked if I can't make it stay up long enough to write the column. (things like Corel and Winamp make it boot me off faster, I've noticed)
On top of this, I can't get ahold of my computer tech, and have taken to leaving neurotic messages on her machine (well, only one). I hate technology.
Exams went well, except for today's, which everyone except me seemed to find very easy. -_- Could have had something to do with how tired I was, though, because I honestly didn't remember enough about the exam after it was done to say whether it was easy or not. Already know I got about four questions wrong, though. Brilliant.
...starting to think this may be a very shitty day. Must consult horoscope.
Leo: (July 23—Aug. 22)
You're not the type to rest on your
laurels when there are perfectly good couches available
That's it, I'm going to find some food.
Lata.
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
12:01 p.m.
T-40 Minutes
music: Blue and Yellow- The Used
No, that's not the count down to my exam, just the count until I need to be out of the house (if not sooner). Though since today's 2nd Math, I should probably be gone earlier, just so I can stand around with C, Lisa, Liam, Stephen, Dan, Tania and others and panic.
What is nice about today, though, is that itmarks my last math course ever. No matter how crap I do today (and it will be crap-though I did study. Ish) this is it. No Math 31, no university math, nothing. It is delicious, liberating freedom. ^_^
And now, lyrics. This is usually Mel's thing, but I feel like subjecting you all to Bright Eyes this morning. (in GIR voice) "I love this song..."
Bowl Of Oranges
The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed.
There was a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide
and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.
I came up a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "(I am terribly sorry but) there is nothing I can do for you
(that) you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure of it.
Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back.
And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh.
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve of Love's uneven remainder.
But if the world could remain in a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty.
Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil...
Monday, January 26, 2004
06:28 p.m.
So.
- Still haven't phoned computer tech.
- Must phnoe computer tech tomorrow.
- Studying rather dull.
- Have managed to convince Mum that takeout Chinease food is an essential part of studying routine.
God, life is boring. Finals over soon, though. Just gotta keep telling myself that.
Monday, January 26, 2004
01:45 a.m.
Mrrr...
music: Hold On- Good Charlotte
Crass Joke:
Q: Why is Andrea's computer like a prostitute?
A: It keeps going down.
Am understanding why everyone at Rum and Monkey refers to our favourite software programmer as "Cunty Bill." I mean, I know that even the best software can get viruses, but Windows XP is ridiculous. Does something have to glitch once a month? Really?
Other than that, things have been ok. Have been half-assedly studying for finals, half-assedly writing junk, and playing so much FFX that my head may soon explode. Or my computer, when I finally blow the bastard up. -_-
And now that I'm done bitching, let's put in a quiz that is about half true--except when I'm bitching...
You are a PHOENIX in your soul and your
wings make a statement. Huge and born of flame,
they burn with light and power and rebirth.
Ashes fall from your wingtips. You are an
amazingly strong person. You survive, even
flourish in adversity and hardship. A firm
believer in the phrase, 'Whatever doesn't kill
you only makes you stronger,' you rarely fear
failure. You know that any mistake you make
will teach you more about yourself and allow
you to 'rise from the ashes' as a still greater
being. Because of this, you rarely make the
same mistake twice, and are not among the most
forgiving people. You're extremely powerful and
wise, and are capable of fierce pride, passion,
and anger. Perhaps you're this way because you
were forced to survive a rough childhood. Or
maybe you just have a strong grasp on reality
and know that life is tough and the world is
cruel, and it takes strength and independence
to survive it. And independence is your
strongest point - you may care for others, and
even depend on them...but when it comes right
down to it, the only one you need is yourself.
Thus you trust your own intuition, and rely on
a mind almost as brilliant as the fire of your
wings to guide you.You are eternal and because
you have a strong sense of who and what you
are, no one can control your heart or mind, or
even really influence your thinking. A symbol
of rebirth and renewal, you tend to be a very
spiritual person with a serious mind - never
acting immature and harboring a superior
disgust of those who do. Likewise, humanity's
stupidity and tendency to want others to solve
their problems for them frustrates you
endlessly. Though you can be stubborn,
outspoken, and haughty, I admire you greatly.
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You
adorable, but a little out there. It's alright,
you might not have it all, but there are worse
which happy bunny are you?
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There. That's more accurate. Mmm... Quizilla addiction flaring.
You, my friend are a true individual. You most
likely hate trends and are creative. By seeing
things differently, people either admire you or
think you are a bit strange. I'm guessing you
are a lot like me. Perhaps a Good Charlotte
hater? I hope so. An inspiration to us all,
continue being you! (If you like GC, I'm sorry,
I am just expressing an opinion)
A Deeper Look Inside Yourself (with pics)
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This becomes much funnier when you consider the fact that I'm listening to the Motivation Proclaimation. And I'm not an original. I'm just too stupid to get in line. ^_^
Aragorn
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Which Lord of the Rings person do you want? (many out comes for anyone plus pics to)
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Was trying to rig this to get Faramir. But no luck so far...
Thursday, January 22, 2004
06:13 p.m.
Me? A Dumbass? ...yeah, pretty much.
music: Run Around- Digimon
Hey, can anyone give me some advice on how to tell Vic that-though I keep majorly blowing her off (not intentionally, for the most part) and owe her some time, I can't really do something with her tomorrow because I have an appointment at 2:30 to take Mum to work, and another one afterwards for ambiguous dermatologist appointment, courtesy of that same parent? Which means we can spend, like, and hour and a half hanging out at best...
Would you guys mind if I invited her along to hang out in the evening? (And yes, I'm holding you to that, K-chan!)
I'm such a crap friend...
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
05:37 p.m.
It's... Great.
music: Dancing through Sunday- AFI
Bio test tomorrow. Have just finished my 3 hours(!) of studying, and am pretty much done except for maybe another 1/2 hour or two of revision and stress. But until then I have dinner with Dad (poor dude, getting blown off for Bio) and a little bit of "me" time. You know, like I have all the time, every other evening.
Mr. Rappaport, of the oddly non-silent 't', gave me back my autobiography revision today. Aside from a few punctuation problems and a couple word choices (undescribable, Andrea?) he thinks it's ready to go.
Also made the best suggestion ever. A large portion of the thing is an on-running joke about my addiction to using the word great in titles. (^_^;;) Long story short, my title has changed from 'The Elephants' Legacy' to 'The Great Elephants' Legacy'. Yes, with that italization.
I don't see why the man ever gave up being an English teacher, as he's obviously quite good at it. I've never had one of them tap into my sense of humour that well before. It's awesome-especially since this is for my uni application.
Now all I need is some photocopying and a black duotang. Whoo!
fellowship: Christiana Samwise Katelynn Mel Kay
tell the world: with reveiws with e-mail at DeviantArt
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