Friends, etc.
my first page.
Laura's blog.
our damn page, run Yell.
Anthony's page.
MOE's blog.
Jessica's blog.
PACErs Collective, run by Joan.
Aky's site.
Yell's site.
Sally's blog.
Tim's AA.
Arthur's offensive blog.
Sally's AA.

I love
shrimp crackers, Marché's dill sauce grilled salmon mushroom pasta, cinnamon hearts, candy canes, swivel chairs on wheels, blueberries, instant noodles, icecream, the new-car smell, the Sharpie smell, blue, black, red, Canada, my family, my friends, staying up late, sleeping in, doodling and drawing random pictures, kiwis, dark chocolate, Tim Horton's Ice-Caps, cats, dogs, birds of paradise, Spongebob, Coffee Crisp, my long-lost knife, floating in pools, the smell of pool chlorine, skating, ice, snow, winter, snow days, pens, my scanner, my stuffed animals, my room, my red pants, my red fingerless gloves, the neighbourhood demon-cat, chocolate chip cookies, etc.

Books
Expendable
[James Alan Gardner]
Dead Romance
[Lawrence Miles]
The Colony
[Rob Grant]
The Free Lunch
[Spider Robinson]
The Pigman
[Paul Zindel]

Tuesday, April 15, 2003
05:09 p.m.

Isn't it funny how a nice day can turn crappy so quickly?

Today was a nice, warm, sunny day. I had to go to school, which was okee today. I stabbed my right hand with my binder ring, and said fuck a bit loudly, and Andrew tsk-ed at me. In science, we went outside for awhile, to take a class picture. It was nice outside. Last period, MOE, Joan and I talked about elves and dwarves and dragons and such. I still say it'd be cool to live among dwarves, even if they're "short and stocky"! 'Cause they like eating and drinking and shiny stuff, and I like all that stuff too! Then on the way home, Yell and I got all pumped up about going to the park later, because, you know, it's an awesome day outside.. Then I went home.

Things quickly went downhill. There was one piece of pizza left, and my sister and I had to divide it amongst ourselves. My mom wouldn't let me go to the park with Yell and Nick and JonA, for no apparent reason other than, "It's too hot outside, and besides, the park is dangerous, and you can't always go around and have fun!" and other such bullshit that didn't even make sense. Like, the fuck? For one thing, it isn't hot outside, it's nice! It's comfortably warm and there's a breeze, damnit, a breeze! The park is dangerous how? We would've gone in a group! We're not so stupid as to intentionally search out drug dealers and gangs and shit, as if there are any around at all.. And fuck, I never have fun! I deserve fun! I NEED fun! I don't "always go around and have fun", I hardly ever go out, damnit! Her reasons were bull and we both know it.

And if that wasn't enough, I come online, and find that all my bookmarked pages have all been deleted! DELETED! I had a good hundred links saved up there! And now they're gone! Fucking gone! ARGH! I'm gonna kill someone!

Monday, April 14, 2003
11:58 p.m.

... my shoulder twitches involuntarily. It's a hard, jerky, sudden movement, which catches me by surprise. I'm confused. I can't remember the last time I had a muscle spasm. In fact, I don't think I've ever had a muscle spasm before, let alone one of this magnitude.

A bit shaken (ha ha), I turn my attention back to what May's saying, "I mean, what the hell kind of name is Shiny Hamsters"--another twitch from my shoulder--"anyway? I mean..." I'm only half-listening now. God! My arm is so itchy! It feels like my skin is literally crawling. I shudder as my arm twitches again, and I scratch at my skin until the itching dies down.

I've been preoccupied, I suppose, because May's stopped talking and is giving me a funny look. I mumble for her to go on. "Yeah, anyways, even if the Shiny Hamsters aren't coming next week after all, if we keep the..." She's looking at me again, eyes wide and sentence trailing. What was it this time? What did I do? I was listening!

I follow her gaze to... my arm. My arm! I stare at it, horrified. The skin on my arm is unravelling. Un-freaking-ravelling! There's a slight hum, as the skin takes on a plastic-ish form, separating into neat, equal pieces that open up at unseen seams, retracting into God-knows-where on the underside of my forearm. Literally peeling away to expose a glittering metal.. chassis? Wrapped in clear blinking wires and fibre-optic cables.

I look up at May, and she meets my shocked expression with one of her own. And as only two terrified adolescent girls can, we let loose high-pitched screams.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! You're a fucking robot!" she screams.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm a fucking robot!" I echo loudly, my mind going numb...

Sunday, April 13, 2003
10:30 p.m.

Actually, I feel like talking, so neh.

Today, I had to do science. Booooooooo. But, while researching my crap, I found THIS! It's a long read, but I love it. To death and then some.

After "finishing my work", I went and sat in my backyard. It isn't a very interesting place, but the patio was warm, so I sat.

Then my dad, sister, and I went biking. We have these old bikes in the garage, and I honestly can't remember how we got them. No, seriously, I have NO idea how they got there. Anywho, we rode to the park, well, to the back of Middlefield Collegiate, which is behind the soccer field which is behind the park. Ish. Anywho, the back of Middlefield has big windows to their caf, and we found a single, solitary canada goose staring at its reflection in the window. I think it really thought its reflection was another goose. Crazy goose.

Anywho, who else hates the science debate? And anyone else getting crappy marks? I know me and Hakim are. Poor guy, he's worse off than I am.. And his insomnia's no better either. He's under a no-coke ban, courtesy of his doctor and parents, but he sneaks it at school. ^_^

Anywho, something really disturbing happened today. Our turtle started mutilating herself.

Sunday, April 13, 2003
10:09 p.m.

I feel like adding a page with some of my less crappy doodles here. But I'm just too damn lazy. Tons of crazy crap today, but oh well.

Sunday, April 13, 2003
10:24 a.m.

As long as I've been watching TV, there have been crappy Bad Boy commercials. They just got worse after whichever crackhead who designs them discovered computer animation. They piss me off so much. I'll be watching something fun, and all of a sudden I'll see that cheap-ass animated red tag and that strange yellow.. thing dancing around, and Mel Lastman's fat male relative winking at me and bellowing, "Nooooooooooobod-ay!". If that doesn't ruin a mood of fun, I don't know what does.

I have a feeling today is going to be a crappy day for the rest of the day. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a crappy day. And the day after.. and the day after that.. and the day after THAT...

Yesterday was a Saturday typical of Saturdays four years ago. Woke up, and we went to the library to return a bunch of shat. Then we drove around, looking at pretty houses. We even drove past Adrian and Fiona's old house. If it had been four years ago, we would have dropped in for lunch or something... gone out for dim sum (if there was no SARS) or spend the rest of the day playing video games and hide and seek... If it was warmer, I would have bobbed around in their pool for hours and hours...

Those were the days.. damn them for moving back to Hong Kong.

Saturday, April 12, 2003
08:23 p.m.

The counter says 930... migawd! People, tell me if you're reading this blog! Sign the guestbook, damnit, SIGN!

In other news... all my classes have done a role-reversal.

Before:
religion--yay!
english--boo!
science--yay!
art--yay!

Now:
religion--yay!
english--neh.
science--boo!
art--boo!

The hell is up with that? Only religion is the same.. and even that's bordering on "neh." What bothers me is that science and art are in the "boo!" category, when traditionally, they were strictly "yay!" subjects... And you see english? It's a "neh.".. but it's bordering on "yay!", which is crazy! Must be this poetry unit. But it's still disturbing, because I never liked poetry before. Though it could also be because... all you have to do is say, "But the poem strikes me THIS way, because when I hear the word 'heat', I think 'anger'!" or some shaznat like that, and she'll leave you alone! ^_^

Friday, April 11, 2003
11:06 p.m.

If you think I'm going to type another repetitive, mind-numbing, blather-ful entry about how much I want it to be summer right now, you're absolutely correct! Plus five! That would bring your mark (yes, I'm evaluating you on frequency, style, concision, balance, grammar, moral weight, AND shading technique) up to.. a level three, which is a vague, fucked up way of saying that you'll not be making the honour roll this semester, and that you'll be a failure in life.

Sorry 'bout that. I went a bit crazy for a moment there. But..

Thursday, April 10, 2003
07:53 p.m.

Today in art, we drew a bunch of crap on the tables, to practice our "shading techniques". Pfft. I suck at shading. Someone walked by me, glanced at my sketchbook, and said, "That's good." That's code for, "Your drawing looks like a sack of shit."

Wednesday, April 9, 2003
11:48 a.m.

I'm at school now, in the computer lab for the stupid science debate. Apparently, there's MSN messenger on this computer, not that it'll do me any good, seeing as everyone I have is at school. Oh well.

You know what I hate? People who don't clean up after their dogs. I hate them especially in the winter. It's disgusting. I'm walking to school, and the snow is nice and pretty and clean, and then all of a sudden I see a nasty lump of dog shit. This happens often, since there are lots of dogs on my street. And in the winter I think the silly people think the snow hides the dog shit forever, so they let their dogs shit everywhere, not just under trees and hydrants and stuff like that. Like, right in the middle of the fucking lawn. I hate them. And then, in the spring, the snow melts, but the dog shit, which has been frozen into nasty lumps of... well, frozen shit... stays on your lawn for several weeks after before it.. hey. Dog shit doesn't melt, so I guess it stays there for awhile. Anywho, people who don't clean up after their dogs deserve to be shot. No, they deserve to have all the shit they haven't bothered to pick up shoved down their throats, and THEN shot.

And I have a question. Where do all the seagulls go during the winter? Do they migrate, like the geese? Or do they just all hang around the dump? I mean.. they leave during winter, and come back in the spring... so... neh. I really don't care about seagulls. Remember that time when the school was like, "Don't bring snacks outside during recess, or the seagulls will stick around the school!".. and then Marjorie, or however you spell her name, got shat on? Teehee. Sorry, that was SVP, so.. any of you non-St. Vincent people won't know what the hell I'm talking about.

And I just got the strangest email from .tk... "Become an ambassador today and get 25 fish for free!"... I don't know what that has to do with domains, so I think I shall delete it.

Damn. I'm hungry. And it isn't even halfway through class yet. Boo.

Tuesday, April 8, 2003
09:18 p.m.

An interesting conversation I had with my sister:

Sister: Hey.. you know what I think?

Me: Mmhmm?

*a semi-long pause of silence*

Sister: FINE! Don't listen to me!

Me: ...

Oh, and school is still sucking much ass, by the way.

Monday, April 7, 2003
05:03 p.m.

MOE, for you!

Today, in art, we got our clay masks evaluated. But that's not the point, the point is, Joan gave me all of her unneeded slip, and a lump of extra clay.

So I went home, and decided to put the slip and the clay in my Tub-o'-Slip, which I keep in the downstairs washroom. Let me explain. My Tub-o'-Slip is a semi-large plastic container full of water and clay, slip, if you will, though it's of thinner consistency. The Tub-o'-Slip came about when I went to the garage to find some tools for making the clay mask and found a large lump of dried clay. I decided to revive the silly thing in water, and that's how the Tub-o'-Slip came to be. I keep it in the downstairs washroom so that the water will separate and evaporate, leaving me nice, fun clay. ^_^

Things went smoothly enough at first, I put the slip and lump of clay in the Tub-o'-Slip. Then, I hefted the container onto the sink's counter, to better mash up the clay with a spoon. A bit splashed onto my arm, and I stopped my mashing to reach behind me for some tissue. That was the biggest mistake ever.

Have you ever.. watched something about to fall? And you know you'll never catch it in time? You see it slowly, slowly, slipping off it's perch? Yeah? But you know that you'll never make it in time? I hate that feeling.

So the Tub-o'-Slip fell off the counter, causing a clay exPLOsion.

I am not kidding.

Clay, the consistency of... watered-down yogurt, I guess... splattered everywhere.

"Oh SHIT!" I said. My sister sauntered past, did a double-take, and gawked.

"What happened?"

"What the hell do you think happened?"

"D'you want me to get some paper towels?"

A deep sigh from me. "Sure."

My mom was upstairs at the time, folding laundry. I don't think she heard us. My sister ran for some towels, and covered for me, while I mopped up the mess. The ceiling was the tricky part; I'd to stand on the toilet, or the counter. Took me twenty minutes. I had clay all over the front of my black t-shirt too, so I turned it inside out.

On one hand, I'm an idiot. On the other hand, I have great cleaning skills.

Sunday, April 6, 2003
10:47 p.m.

Don't ask what happened, but I've now got a limit to the time I'm allowed to spend online. A LIMIT! An hour a day.. excuse me while I jump off my roof. D.d, chinese parents.. go figure. I'll elaborate later. Or tomorrow.

Friday, April 4, 2003
09:52 p.m.

Today I wanted to make cookies, but I didn't have the stuff. I was going to make cookies anyways, but my mom convinced me to make mushroom soup from a can instead. It was mm-mm good, just like their commercials say!

Friday, April 4, 2003
09:01 p.m.

Ryan! Ryan! You're gonna go to Sheridan College! You're gonna be an artist! ^_^ Not that you're not an artist right now, but you know, a REAL artist! Hm.. that doesn't sound very nice, because it implies that you.. oh whatever, I'll shut up now. Congrats on getting into Sheridan, Ryan! Congrats, congrats, congrats! ^____^ I'm exceedingly happy for you!

Friday, April 4, 2003
01:05 p.m.

No school again today! Yay! ^_^

Thursday, April 3, 2003
12:54 p.m.

ARGH! I hate it! I had something to say, but I forget now!

Let's put some filler in until I remember again.

Early this week, young Kelvin got sent home from school because he was coughing and wheezing a bit. Not SARS, but the poor kid's pretty asian-looking, so I don't blame his school much. After all, he somehow dyed his hair while I wasn't looking, and now he looks like a "Korean FOB" (his friends' words, not mine). I wonder if they're still swimming, the Lui clan, that is. They swim competitively. And make me feel so damn out of shape. Anywho, noone would be swimming anymore, now would they? For fear of SARS? Honestly people, the death rate's single digit.

Last Saturday, I was unable to finish my newspaper ritual, because SOMEONE *cough* sister.. had to "look through the paper for an article" (read: leave the paper lying there for the entire weekend, off-limits to me). For those of you who don't know, my Saturday newspaper ritual entails that I spend a good two, three, hell, even four hours reading through the Saturday Star. And I mean reading, not skimming through the headlines. I read almost the whole newspaper (excluding the Classifieds and the Sports section, though I read it occasionally). And cut out all the pieces I like. If you're imagining stacks of newspapers lining my closet, you're correct. I've been doing this ritual for a good several years.

I also bought the Cookie of Life this week. The last chocolate-chip cookie in the vending machine in the atrium. [insert angelic choir here]. It's the Cookie of Life because six people partook of it. It's a friggin communal cookie. The six people who ate of it were: Tim, KT, Joan, Aky, Ryan, and me. Wouldn't it be great if we were all granted eternal life or something? That's what I was thinking when Joan named it the Cookie of Life. And no, the portions weren't regular, they were just random ripped off pieces. I think i had the biggest piece, Tim had the next biggest (actually, the cookie was supposed to be all his, originally), and then everyone else.

The construction has started up behind my house again. Well, I don't think it ever really stopped, but the construction crew was doing something visible this week. I woke up one morning this week, and noticed these crazy-tall poles in the field. Then I realized that they were the poles for the streetlights and electricity and stuff. I never realized how tall they are, 'cause usually they're surrounded by equally tall/taller houses. And if it's a crappy grey day, and you look out my kitchen window, the bulldozers and cranes look kinda eerie moving around like that.

I hate spring. When all the snow melts, you can see just how much crap people throw on your lawn as they walk past during the winter. I bet you they were saying to themselves, "Hmm, I'm sure the snow will cover this Smartie box/paper cup/shoe/burst balloon/condom/piece of dog shit/tequila bottle/destroyed tape/glove/cardboard box/broken pen forever!"

Go abnormal weather, ne? I mean, there hasn't been a snow day in years, but hell, a freezing-rain day's good too! Apparently, we've been spoiled by milder winters the past couple of years. This year's been a normal winter. What rocks is when it snows thickly, and then it starts to freezing rain. The next day, there will be a delightful sheet of ice on top of your snow! Which is freaking cool!

Urk.. what's the word? Apathy. Yes. Well, no, but close enough. I've been switching between anxiety and apathy. On one hand, I don't want my marks to fall too much as I go through this period of intense sloth. On the other hand, I feel as though I really don't give a flying fuck. Neh. Miraculously, I've managed to squeak by this week fairly well, doing minimal work. I swear, all I've done are my science sheets all week, and enough English homework to give the impression that I've done ALL my English homework. Art and religion are good classes. I've had to do absolutely nothing for these two all week. They rock.

And I have that craving again. Yup. That craving for Marché's insanely mind-blowing dill sauce grilled salmon mushroom pasta. Oh my God, I'm drooling all over the keyboard. I propose that we all go to Marché's. What would suck is if they didn't make it anymore. If so, I'll cram every last Marché chef into their pizza oven.

I also want to eat the delicious spicy chicken at that place at Pacific Mall. But of course, it's an asian establishment.. and we all know where this is leading, so I just won't say anything. I remember that last time we went for that chicken, I burnt my middle finger. Let me explain. On the menu, it's listed as "sizzling spicy chicken", and it really is sizzling as they bring it to your table! It's heaven on a hot plate. But this particular time, the plate of sizzling spicy chicken was placed on the crack in between the two tables shunted together to make one. Someone kicked one table, and it slid. Without thinking, I sort of dove to catch the edge of the plate of sizzling spicy chicken. So full of relief was I, that I did not notice the hot metal plate burning into my fingertips for a good twenty seconds. And then I went, "OW!" I couldn't swear, as my parents were there, so I sort of just whined. Do you know how hard it is to use chopsticks properly when all of your fingers are burnt? It hurts. Luckily, all of my fingers were fine by the time I got home, except my middle finger, which had an evil, hurtful blister for several days.

I'm up late. In terms of last semester, this isn't very late, but in terms of this semester, it is late. I'm done all my work (not to the best of my ability, and excluding the art; I haven't touched that at all), but I just don't feel like sleeping. Partly because I'm talking to people, and partly because of two other things. To: a) help people with THEIR homework (isn't that strange, now?) and b) see when Steve wakes up.

It feels like a Friday. Because it is a Friday. But I'm referring to yesterday, freezing-rain day.

Let's have a peek at a conversation I'm currently engaged in right now! We're talking about our chances of having school cancelled, by way...

*does happie dance!! says:well even if theres no skool
matt.... says:lets run around town
Tim says:play some indian music

These are my friends. They rock. ^_^

I had a dream where my cousin Andrew drove me to Queens University. His friends in the dream were strange, but they helped carry my stuff, so they're okee. I haven't seen my cousins in the longest time. Boo. I still have to return their book, which I borrowed.. last year.. I'd finished it within the week, but I kept on forgetting to bring it to their house when the opportunity arose. Oh well.

Oh my, it's twelve-thirty already. Should I stay up until one? Wouldn't it be fun if my parents woke up and came downstairs and yelled at me for being up so late? It's happened before, actually. And that time, they'd found me up at four. ^_^

And now, some quiz results!

Yay! I'ma be a spork!


Um.. yeah.. okee.

Thursday, April 3, 2003
04:56 p.m.

Me being stupid, again:

There is a boy in my art class. He sits to the table right of me, MOE, Joan, and Julia. He seems like a nice kid; I say hi to him often.

"Hi, Dan," I'd say cheerfully.

"Hello," he'd reply, smiling.

After weeks of this, MOE told me that his name wasn't Dan. We had a medium-sized skirmish about it, and finally asked Dan what his name was. Dan's name is, in fact, David.

Later, I told my mother this story and she laughed at me for a good ten minutes.

I'm still going to call him Dan, so there.

Thursday, April 3, 2003
10:40 a.m.

This morning was crazy and disorientating and quite a bit surreal. It started normal enough: I woke up, did my morning routine, etc. Then I had to walk to the bus stop. Apparently, there'd been freezing rain the night before. I step onto my driveway and pretty much slide down it, with no effort on my part. So yeah, I walk/slide to my bus stop, and wait around for the bus, which doesn't come, by the way. Then Vicky's dad came and told us that there were no buses. He was gonna drive us to school, but Vicky convinced him otherwise. So I got home, and then Sally came to pick me up to go to school. When we actually got there, there were craploads of people wandering aimlessly around the school, mostly in the caf and the atrium. We heard there were little/very few teachers, and that's why pretty much everyone was leaving/waiting to leave. So we left. And now I'm home. The end.

Monday, March 31, 2003
07:49 p.m.

I hate school more and more each day. Actually, it's not that bad; it's the part where I have to go home and continue doing work that makes me want to scream.

I wish it were summer. When it's summer, I'll be working, except I'm getting paid, so that's okee. When it's summer, I won't have to go to school. When it's summer, I'll eat ice cream. When it's summer, I'll go to the park with Yell, and I'll climb The Tree. When it's summer, I'll go swimming. When it's summer, I'll watch as much TV as I damn well please. When it's summer, I'll sleep. When it's summer, I'll buy all the CDs I've wanted. When it's summer, I'll swim in Aky's pool. When it's summer, Aky's cat will steal my ice cream. When it's summer, I'll write letters to everyone. When it's summer, I'll refuse to wear shorts. When it's summer, I'll go shopping. When it's summer, I'll complain about the heat. When it's summer, I'll go to BBQs. When it's summer, I'll go camping. When it's summer, I'll go to the beach. When it's summer, I'll drink as many ice-caps a day as humanly possible. When it's summer, I'll walk to people's houses. When it's summer, I'll clean my room and reminisce over all the crap in my closet. When it's summer, I'll doodle. When it's summer, I'll get dragged along to church. When it's summer, I'll sit in my backyard. When it's summer, I'll go to Wonderland, Ontario Place, the CNE, and my cousin's house. When it's summer, I'll forget about everything I've learned in school this year.

Sunday, March 30, 2003
11:30 p.m.

I remember where that kid's from. Yeah, the annoying one. Camp, I think, two.. three years ago? Neh. I think his name starts with M. Like, Matt. Or something. Neh. I'm going to bed. Need my strength to make up lies for tomorrow's classes..

Sunday, March 30, 2003
09:00 p.m.

"On an evening such as this... it's hard to tell if I exist."

Well. Everyone's at Jack Astor's, and I'm stuck here at home. With chili flakes in my right eye. They burn. It could be worse, I guess...

a) I might not have Steve to keep me company.

b) That annoying kid, whom I forget from where I met him, could be online, and bugging me.

c) My computer could explode.

d) My brain could explode, or implode.

e) I could be living in Iraq right now... in a hut... with my legs blown off... eating dust...

f) All my CDs could magically turn into country albums.

g) I could pass out, and wake up to find myself in mid-operation. The doctors could be humming country music while the nurses sprinkle a mixture of cayenne pepper, baby powder, and road salt into my cut-up abdomen.

h)I could have SARS, pneumonia, body lice, AND herpes.

i) I might have to go to school tomorrow... oh wait.. I DO have to go to school tomorrow... Damn.

Saturday, March 29, 2003
09:06 p.m.

WOW! The little counter at the bottom says this place has gotten 702 hits! WOW! Of course, MOE claims that she's responsible for at least ten percent of them, but neh!

I got nothing accomplished today. I played some more with the clay, and got some in an open wound on my knuckle! Joy! And my mommy's making dumplings. Yum.

Saturday, March 29, 2003
12:17 a.m.

Hey! Guess what! It's Saturday, but I'm still in Friday-mode! Today I had a chocolate exPLOsion! My sister brought home chocolate from school to sell, and there's this excrutiatingly incredible crackling chocolate! So technically, it's not exploding, but neh! Go Chocolate Explosion!

Today a bunch of peoples went away for a French trip, including Aky and MOE. Boo. I had to rewrap MOE and DaniO's masks so that they won't dry out over the weekend. I did virtually nothing to my mask, so I decided to work on it at home! And today we were supposed to have a religion test, but.. we didn't. I wasn't paying much attention in any of my classes today, because I was too busy being a zombie! Woo! I have tons of school-related crap to do this weekend, but I don't feel like doing it! Woo!

Got home, changed, went to pick up my sister from school, got home, ate, worked on my mask. At around four, I got a call from Sally. Did I want to go to the park? Yes. Did my mommy want me to go to the park? I wasn't sure, so I waited until she got back at around five to ask her. She said yes, surprisingly. So I went. I brought a bar of Chocolate Explosion with me. Sally, Yell, Nick, and J were there, "there" being the park behind my street. Then we walked to the park behind SVP. The whole thing was fun in general, except for the ass-hurting swings, or "thong swings" as J put it (the weirdo, ^_^). I walked home at six. I dunno where everyone else went, so boo. I spent the rest of the night fixing my mask, making unnecessary slip, and watching TV (Whose Line is It?, Mr. Bean, RCAF, and various news programs).

Yell, call me to tell me when you're going to come pick up the... "stuff".

Thursday, March 27, 2003
10:56 p.m.

"There are pills for everything! Like pills that make B see different fonts than the general populace!"

Migawd, Jessica! For the last time, I'm NOT on pills! I'm not drunk, high, stoned, or insane! Well, actually, it's not like she bugged me too too much about it... I just like saying it, and I'm bored. ^_^

P.S. I will PROVE that it's not my fault tomorrow with those screenshots!

Thursday, March 27, 2003
08:02 p.m.

As I told my dear English assignment partner Aky: I have Microsoft Word open and my notes to my right, so what am I doing? Playing computer Hearts. Aky's playing that worm game. We've both agreed that the teacher should go hump a poodle. Today, I pretty-fied my desktop. Well, I thought it looked pretty, my sister said it look ugly as shit (not in those words). I got Photoshop, courtesy of my dear friend Tim. I will spend countless happy hours figuring out how to work it! Everything else is irrevelant.

Wednesday, March 26, 2003
11:31p.m.

Another day well-wasted! Other than catching up on science, I did NO homework at all. English can bite me. And it will. I can't say I'm ready for it, 'cause I'm a lazy bum, but I CAN say that I won't be surprised! So, HA!

In other news, SARS! Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome. Syndrome? Was it syndrome? Anywho, SARS sounds scary. My dad's work-friend Alex (the one who lent us a tent last, last, last summer) can't go to work. He doesn't have SARS, but he just came from Hong Kong, so the company was like, "Stay at home for a week. We don't want to die too!" His daughter goes to a private school, and they told her to stay home too. And now, it turns out a waiter at some dim sum restaurant we occasionally go to has SARS too! Well, sorta semi-occasionally. We haven't been there in a year or so.

If our homeroom raises $400, Mr. Hyponen will be a drag queen for a day. That works out to about twenty bucks per person... not a bad deal, really. Religion remains my easiest course so far.

Art is being fun right now. We're making clay masks! Woo! I FINALLY got something done with my mask today. I'd spent all of yesterday's art period trying to roll it out flat. Damn those air bubbles.. they've never given me this much trouble before. Of course, that could be because there's nowhere to wedge it properly, the stupid metal tables.. Anywho, I put the slab of clay on the mould, fixed up his nose and eye-ridges, added a mouth (which reminds me strongly of a fish's mouth), and cut out his eyes. MOE's mask is incredibly cute! It's got puffy cheeks! It will look evil, after she adds the nose. Guaranteed evilness, or your money back! Joan is still wedging hers; the air bubbles are especially cruel to her, the poor girl.

Happy Birthday, Tim! ^_^

Monday, March 24, 2003
11:45 p.m.

MOE is complaining about bad fanfics again, and I canna blame her. I mean, come on. People who honestly think that betrayal is spelled "betrale" should be shot. People who punctuate randomly, or don't punctuate at all should be hung. People who make the characters say, "lol" as in "And she loled SO hard that.." or "'LOL!' she said" should be shot AND hung!

So, I will be including a list of fanfictions that don't suck, bottom right corner of this page. I'm not saying you'll love 'em, but at least you can make out what they're trying to say. And since there are SO many crappy fanfics out there to sort through, the list will obviously grow excrutiatingly slowly. Enjoy!

Sunday, March 23, 2003
12:43 p.m.

The TROGDOR game!!! It rocks. Except... did you know that whenever you miss a peasant, you lose one peasant towards your burnination meter? Damn peasants. Though they make up for it by running back to the huts after you burninate them and burninating the huts for you! Woo!

Sunday, March 23, 2003
12:19 p.m.

Well, since I watched The Ring last week at Arthur's, I should be dying sometime this evening. Good-bye, world! Since I only have an afternoon left, I really should be making the most of it by eating and sleeping and watching TV and spending all my money. Guess what I'm REALLY doing today? Homework, duh. Isn't that a wonderful way to spend my last hours? On the up side, there isn't really THAT much homework for the weekend. Or, homework that I'm aware of. Everyone's stressing over English, and I don't understand why! Am I missing something here? As far as I know, all we have to to this weekend for that bitch.. er.. for English, is to make up some crap for the To Kill A Mockingbird presentation, yes?

Saturday, March 22, 2003
11:13 p.m.

Yesterday was Friday. Yes. It was. I don't know where I'm going with this... so let's talk about Iraq! Or, more specifically, "Operation Iraqi Freedom". And I'm thinking, the hell? What kind of name is that? Can the U.S. be any more.. comic-book-ish? I swear. They name all their military operations something corny and stupid. Some article in yesterday's Toronto Star mentions some of the U.S.'s past operations, such as operation Valiant Strike, and Operation Anaconda. Operation Anaconda?!? God! They should just scrap the whole naming thing and set up a numbering system for their military strikes. Though.. you know what would be fun? If they changed "Operation Iraqi Freedom" to something like "Operation Fist of Doom". Or something. Yeah. Well, that was my rather sad attempt to talk about something related to Iraq that hasn't been covered by everyone else in the world.. and those code names DO annoy me. Ah well.. I'm sure SOMEWHERE there's a witty columnist who's already.. been witty about this subject. Blarg.

Hyponen was away on Friday, so we actually had to DO stuff in religion first period. Which sucked. Second period, we (KT, me, Yell, Laura, Jessica, Paula, Sally) were in the guidance office to select courses for Queen's. Yay! We're going to Queen's University for a week! Woo! The only thing is, we're leaving on my b-day, so obviously... yar. But other than that, WOO! QUEEN'S! Frankly, I just want to miss high school for a week, and replace it with a taste of post-secondary education. You know... variety!

Had a speaker in for science, so no work there for the weekend. He talked about college and university and stuff, mostly about becoming an engineer. I don't particularly want to be an engineer, but after finding out all that crap about becoming an engineer and making craploads of money, it kind of made me wish I wanted to become an engineer. Doesn't make any sense at all, I know, but hey, it's me talking here. None of the people who come in to speak to us about career options really inspire me or anything. Whenever I think of my future, I see... bleak, and my stomach goes hollow. I dunno why.

Lunch C. Ryan came out of nowhere with the art department's butt-ugly camera to try and get pictures for the yearbook. Silly Ryan, if you use that picture of me, I will castrate you. More importantly, MOE's sister came and gave us Nerds! Yum! Then Joan came back with some fish for her lunch, and Aky wasn't at lunch at all. She was missing! Last but not least, art. Art was... art. We had a bunch of art history questions to do. Blah blah blah.

Stayed after school to "help with the flowdance"... as usual, basically all I did was help set up and clean up and loiter in between. It more than fills my daily guilt quota. There were Christmas lights decorating the stage! And a dj came, with lots of boxes of.. dj stuff! And there were couches! And balloons! And I saw Aky's sister! And we got free pizza for dinner! At five thirty-ish, Ryan's mom came to pick us up and go to his house so I could meet the cats. He lives rather close to MOE and KT's houses. And rather close to Tiffany's. Crazy. Well, anywho, the kitties are pretty, especially Tippy. But Tippy doesn't like me. Boo. Ryan says Tippy only likes him and his brother. Boo. And Phantom sniffed at my foot, and I thought she was gonna bite me or something. Ryan's house is pretty, especially the living room. Well, I only really saw the kitchen and the living room, seeing as we didn't stay very long. Ryan's mom seemed pretty nice; she waved at us as we drove off, and I said, "Ryan, your mom's watching you." "She's always watching," was the half-conspiratorial, half-joking reply. Hee hee. Anywho, I always feel aprehensive when seeing people I know from school drive. I told Ryan, and he laughed at me! Jerkface! Teehee, just kidding. He called lots of people on the road jerkfaces, though, and Jews. Tsk, tsk, you shouldn't say stuff about Jews, Ryan. We saw an ugly Mercedes. It was truly fugly. Went to Tim Horton's first, to buy an ice-cap. Yum! Arrived at school, alive. I was wrong about you, Ryan, you CAN drive! YAY! Right. The rest of the night was a fuzzy blur. As soon as the music started, I was tired. Started writing the letter to Yell, until my pen got stolen to write cues. Wandered around without shoes and dozed on the scaffold. A bunch of crazy crap happened. The power went out for awhile, Kevin left early and people scrambled around to cover for him.. I had to do spot for a bit. Then I went back to being dazed and half-asleep. Which I really shouldn't have done, because it turned out the noone was spotting the mc at the very end. I flopped off the scaffolding to be confronted by a dark, looming, ominous, irrate blob who said, "Why didn't...[something, something]...light on the mc?!?" My mind was completely fried, I felt cornered and confuzzled, and my thoughts were all huh? wha--?, so what slipped out was something along the lines of, "Shit... I was fuckin' sleeping! Okay?" The blob went away, and I found out shortly after that it was Jon Jon. Oops. Sorry... I officially apologise for swearing at Jon Jon. I started swearing more often at the end of the night.. I just wanted to go home, take a shower, and sleep. So I did.

And that was Friday. The end.

Friday, March 21, 2003
12:29 a.m.

Oh, damn. I'm tired. Damn English. Anywho, quote of the day!

"..yeah, I'm asian. I'm CAUCasian." --Tim

What's really funny is that Tim isn't caucasian, he's asian. Silly. Joan was on the bus today. She was Sally v2.0 for awhile, until the real Sally got on the bus. Joan, Tim, Donna, and Ambrose played big2, and I organized Tim's cards for him because I felt like it. Tim kicked ass the first several games, what with having crazy-good hands and all.. getting all the highest cards.. a bit suspicious, now, wouldn't you say?

Which reminds me of Nick, God of Cards. He rocked too! I swear, if he shuffled and I dealt, the two hands farthest to the left would be the bestest, almost every single time. It was MAGIC!!! Anywho, haven't seen Nick, God of Cards since summer, because he lives in Oakville. And yes, I always refer to him as Nick, God of Cards. The title has a nice ring to it.

And talking about Nick, God of Cards, reminds me of Eddie the Vegetarian, who reminded me of Nick, God of Cards, when I first met him. They have the same some-what evil, cocky smile when they play cards, which made the rare victory over them all better. Anywho, Eddie's a vegetarian. He's a Buddhist, too. I think that's why he's a vegetarian.

Talking about Eddie the Vegetarian reminds me of two things: that show, "Ed, Edd, and Eddie", and Chinese Ben. I met Chinese Ben at the same camp I met Eddie the Vegetarian. Chinese Ben rocked, until he got annoying. He was two, three years younger than me, but he was strong. Once he offered to double as a footrest for a couple of us while he was doing pushups. He sorta also had an obsession with crackers. What a wonderfully strange kid.

Talking about Chinese Ben reminds me of Half-Chinese Ben, also met at the same camp, hence the distinguishing nicknames. Half-Chinese Ben was half Chinese on his mom's side, and half Indian, and he could speak fluent Chinese. He was hotter than you'd expect for someone of his background. He was hot. Except... he kept going on and on about his brother. "My brother's so hot, he has like, twenty girlfriends." And the rest of us would just stare. And sometimes laugh. Does someone idolize their brother or what, eh? Then one day Half-Chinese Ben's brother came to pick him up (it was a day camp, la), and personally, I didn't think the brother was that great. Maybe it was because he'd been hyped up so much, ne?

And that was a spiel about a bunch of guys I'd met at camp last, last year (besides Nick, God of Cards, he was last year..). That was fun. I should do this more often.

P.S. The strange thing was, for the one last, last year, I was a counsellor at a camp with kids the same age as me, though I only helped out with the littler kids. But still! Odd..

Wednesday, March 19, 2003
05:31 p.m.

Stupid fucking paper cut. It stings.

By the way, happy birthday, Arthur.

Tuesday, March 18, 2003
08:51 p.m.

All of you who read this blog, say aye! I can't hear you, actually, so sign the damn guestbook.

Tuesday, March 18, 2003
10:46 a.m.

I'm at school! And I'm typing! And this space bar is all screwed up. Though, not as evil as Jessica's. Blarg. I wanna go home.

Monday, March 17, 2003
11:28 p.m.

It's spring! Hmm, that looked a bit upbeat, didn't it? What I MEANT to say was, "It's spring again, damnit!" I'm wondering when the bunny corpse will melt out of the snowbanks near the school. It won't take long, I think, the way the snow was melting today.

Walking home from the bus stop, I could hear the sound of running meltwater, which kinda freaked me out.. you know, the street was all empty.. and the water.. like, totally reminded me of The Ring again.. I swear, I've been seeing that freaky dead girl's face pop up everywhere today! Well, not really SEE it, per se, but more.. envisioning, sorta. I'm sure it will pass, eventually.

When I was little, I saw this movie on TV. It wasn't really meant to be scary; it was supposed to be more of an action movie, I think. Anywho,a bunch of people were together, and there were these giant worms with sharp teeth that came out of the ground and ate them. There was this one scene where they were in a bookstore or something, and they were all climbing onto the shelves to, you know, distance themselves from the bare floor. But then this one guy, his shelf toppled over! And.. and he got eaten! And they had a semi-closeup of his face, and he started bleeding from his nose, and he was yelling and thrashing, and in the background, you could hear all the other men yelling and gesticulating, and the women screaming, "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!".. And I think there was this other scene, where two of the people were hiding in a sort-of-underground-bunker thing, and the guy had a gun, and they were looking out of this tiny window, waiting for the worm to come. But then, the worm came in through the opposite wall, and it was all BOOM! and screaming and stuff. After that, I was scared of the basement for the longest time...

Of course, our basement is finished now, has been for.. two? three? years. It's got drywall now! Woo! It's wonderfully cool in the summer, and the computers live here. For a short while, so did the TV. We've got lots of games that nobody plays anymore, all stacked up in the other room (other as in not the room the computers live in). We've got a Polly Pocket boardgame that someone's mother gave to us for Christmas one year. The concept is really bizarre.. something about moving around and buying presents for some party.. Anywho, most of the pieces have been lost or destroyed, so whatever.

Tomorrow, in art, we get to make stuff with clay! Yay! Clay is fun, except.. it gets your hands and clothes all crappy. She told us to bring two garbage bags each, I wonder if she'll make us wear one..? Oh wait, nevermind. One's for the mask, and the other's for the remaining clay. Silly me.

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sixsixfive.
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stuffy rooms, overhead projectors, mud and nasty pebble grit, wearing shorts, wobbly desks, yams, centipedes, mosquitos, drying my hair, Chinese mushrooms, shrimp, crab, seaweed, sushi, doing homework, intense sunlight reflected off snow, my swimming goggles fogging up, the smell of roses when I'm hungry, being late, the school's toilet paper, bibliographies, losing things, having both feet fall asleep, wearing skirts or dresses, wearing high heels, walking down stairs in high heels while being pushed along by an exiting crowd, sweltering hot summer days, melted snow, walking through slush, makeup, etc.

Music
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System of a Down.
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