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 livejournal.
Yell's site.
Sally's blog.
Tim's AA.
Arthur's offensive blog.
Sally's AA.
Steve's page.

I love
Pepperridge Farms Goldfish, bubble-wrap, 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]
Losing Joe's Place
[Gordon Korman]

Friday, June 20, 2003
05:31 p.m.

Sheldon[TiReD] says:
wtf kinda watermelon do you eat fucking idiot
B--watermelon rocks! says:
the rocking kind

Pfft, what a dumb guy. YOU'RE a fucking idiot, you watermelon-hater! Who the fuck is he, anywho? No, seriously... [cbc_sheldon_87@msn.com]? Ring any bells, anyone?

Thursday, June 19, 2003
11:00 p.m.

Yesterday... Yesterday, in religion, we played dodgeball with Alaimo's gr9 gym class, and then Mr. Hyponen let us go off; I went to the caf with JonA, and then somehow ended up in the library with Sally, Ryan, JonJon, and BATCO Brian. Didn't go to English; sat in the library, and then me and Sally and JonA went back to the caf, so we could eat watermelon (mmm... watermelon rocks!) Uh... for some reason, I went upstairs... oh yeah! Jay came and said that there was Spongebob upstairs in the art classroom, so of course I was all, "Really? Upstairs? Let's go!" Yeah, and there was a Spongebob statue-thing in the crafts class, and Tim, Bion, and Arthur just happened to be there too! Arthur, your Stitch statue-thing rocks. Um... next thing I remember, I'm in the caf again, and there are more people showing up (including MOE, who accused me of skipping! Which was... true... but... neh.) Yeah, tons of people dropped by, while we (Sally, JonA, me) were studying (civics, civics, and art, respectively)... I remember Jessica coercing me into getting her a Vanilla coke... and Arthur and I going to buy me a cookie, only to find that there were none left (boo)... and playing Hearts with Arthur, Bion, Tim... Aky, Joan, MOE, KT playing cards the table next to us... Yeah. The guys left for McDonald's... Next thing I know, I'm in art writing the exam. I dunno if I got good or not, and frankly, I could give less of a shit. Yar, so I finished waaaaaaaaaay early, and went to the library to sleep. When I woke up, KT and MOE MAGICALLY APPEARED! And I was all, "When did YOU get here?" ("Five minutes ago!"). Er... yeah, then we went to science, and there was a supply there. KT and I played sos, and Aky wrote a poem about the cat she drew on the board, and I drew long, curly eyelashes on the cat, and a bunch of guys (Scott, Arthur, Tim, Anthony, Bion...? I can't remember) were playing cards, and DaniO was actually studying, and Yell and Laura were there, and Mark was lying on desks with his guitar, and I wrote him a letter on his arm, and Paula's Stitch doll came out of nowhere, and this is a very long sentence.

Yar, so after I got home, I showered and ate and all that good stuff, and then my mommy drove me over to Yell's house to study for English. Who was there... hmm... JonA, Paula, Matt, Arthur, Joan, Aky, Yell, Laura, Sally, Tim. Watched some TV, and then we went up to Yell's room, and actually (kinda) studied the grammar stuff. Er.. sometime during that time, me, Aky, and JonA went to the park, because I wanted to climb the Tree. So we went, JonA on his bike. There were lots of mosquitos in the woods, which sucked, and I don't think the other two really wanted to be there, following crazy me. I found the Tree, but... but! Some bastard (or bitch) had ripped off all the steps from the Tree! Nothing was left except for some nails and shat. I was pissed, and I ran around looking for other climbable trees, but there were none, or they were too well-hidden. By that time, the mosquitos were eating us (well, JonA and Aky) alive, so we left the woods part of the park. Aky did some funky shat on the wavy monkey bars, and I stole JonA's bike for a bit. And then.. we went back to Yell's house.

They were still kind of studying when we got back. Other random stuff happened: people weighed themselves (Tim, we're all so very jealous of you), measured waists, ankles, wrists, played on the piano, etc. People started leaving. Yeah. I left around almost-eight, and Tim and Sally (and Yell, but she lives there, so... yar.) were the only ones left when I did.

And, I'll talk about exams tomorrow, when I'm done all of them. Neh.

Tuesday, June 17, 2003
11:25 p.m.

Yar. I was unusually happy this morning. I mean, exams are coming up, I'm completely unprepared for them, I haven't talked to Steve in days, and a bunch of other things that suck... but I was SO DAMN HAPPY as I walked to the bus stop this morning. 'Cause the weather was nice, my popart was done, my bag was light(er than yesterday), and the trees were green! Today really really felt like summer; it was hot at the end of the day. Today... was great, for no reason at all... I sat on my steps for a couple of hours... ate leftover pizza... sat in my backyard for half an hour... watched Spongebob... took a nap... ^_^ Oh! And there was this large, tall, cement-pouring machine behind my backyard--my sister said they could see it during recess from SVP's yard! Whoa! Yeah, and I climbed the fence and saw them pour the foundations--they're starting the second row of houses now. Yeah. ^_^ I feel so relaxed... too relaxed, considering I've an art exam tomorrow.

P.S. Steve, where are you? :(

Saturday, June 14, 2003
12:59 p.m.

This morning was the last class of my semi-Chinese school. The kids got awards and stuff, and then they played a bunch of games--"Duck, Duck, Goose", "Simon Says", etc. I'm going to miss those little kids... >.<

My favourite Timothy memory: The teacher says to him, "Timothy, how does a train go?" She prompts him with a few "choo-choo" noises, and he goes along with her for about a second, and then he yells, "BANG! BANG! BANG!" and starts pretending to shoot everything up.

Friday, June 13, 2003
11:44 p.m.

P.P.P.S. Batman, people. Also, KEO. Also, everything sucks because I'm in a bad mood (again/still). Also, I'm going to bed now.

Friday, June 13, 2003
11:16 p.m.

P.P.S. Tripod's being a bitch again, so I can't update my other stuff. Boo. Yeah. I'm tired now.

Friday, June 13, 2003
10:41 p.m.

P.S. It was raining today, which sucked. We watched a Mighty Ducks movie in science, which sucked. I spent the whole day being listless and listening to System of a Down and 3EB. I didn't want to eat my lunch; KT and MOE ate like, half of it, but in the end, I had to finish it. And I had the dumbest dream ever last night. I mean, it didn't even make any freaking sense. Yeah, so you know how sometimes in dreams, you just KNOW stuff, e.g. you see a door and you just somehow KNOW there's an evil clown or some shit like that behind it? Yeah. So I KNEW that I'd lost my stupid Inherit the Wind book. But, I had an Inherit the Wind book in my hand, and I KNEW that it was mine. Like, the entire fucking dream was a closeup of my hand holding that goddamn book and being confused. Is that not the most retarded (sorry, Rooney, had to use that word..) dream ever? It made no fucking sense at all... like a paradox or something. And you know what I said to my parents today? I told them that someone should found a company called "Fanatics, Inc.", and their slogan could be something like "Excellence--or death!". Yeah, and my parents looked at me funny.

Friday, June 13, 2003
10:04 p.m.

Okee, I don't feel like working on my popart right now, so I'm going to... continue talking about yesterday! Woo!

Hmm.. oh yeah. So the thing finally ended, and all the people started walking around and shat. I went around looking for the other BATCO people for awhile, and I'd find someone and then they'd walk off or something and I'd lose them in the crowd again. So I was like, "Okee! Fine then! I'll go back to the table." Then Denise came up and told me to start striking shit, and then she walked off somewhere (away). And then Ryan showed up, and helped me take down the spots, which was good, because I'd have dropped them or something if I'd tried doing it by myself. All the crap was moved back into Mr. O'Hara's car (it was still raining a bit, by the way), and he gave out HMV certificates. And later, Kevin was bitching about not getting one, so I gave him mine, as my good deed of the day/to shut him up. Neh. I called my dad to come pick me up, and then I wandered around aimlessly, or sat with Ryan, or looked around for Denise, since my crap was still in her car. I talked a bit to Richard, and Fred. Richard's gonna become an engineer, and Fred patted my head a couple of times. ^_^ Blah, blah, etc. I went home. The end.

Thursday, June 12, 2003
11:58 p.m.

Hmm.. this week was pretty good (so far; there's always tomorrow to crap up my mood...). It was kinda neh at the beginning though...

Monday, I stayed up 'til 6 am the next day. Doing religion, and talking to Steve, I think. Yar. I went upstairs to go to bed, and the friggin sun was up. But the important thing was, I handed in my religion CPT on time.

Needless to say, Tuesday I was dead tired at school, though it wasn't really a bad day. I managed to half-sleep in religion, and sleep in science. Yeah, I'm SO not up to date in science; fuck the weather unit, what a load of crap.

Wednesday (yesterday), things were looking up. I mean, no homework (besides popart) for one thing, and a free sundae for another (Ryan, you rock! ^_^)! Yeah, there was a BATCO meeting after school, to talk about grad, basically. Fred, Sally, Ryan, Erica Fong, Nick, James, Denise, and eventually Jeff and Kevin were there. Fred was throwing coins around. Yeah. Got a ride home from Ryan (leather interiors are cool, by the way, Sa-sa!). On the way, we (me, Sally, Ryan) stopped at the new McDonald's near(ish) my house, and guess what? Two sundaes for two dollars! Woo! Sally had some chicken sandwich meal thing, as did Ryan. By the time I'd finished my sundae, Ryan had already eaten his meal thing, and had almost finished HIS sundae (are you SVP peoples thinking of Mark K...? Because that's what I was thinking of). When I got home, I was all high on the sugar, so I did tons of popart really really fast (even though it might look a tad crappy), and then we (my family and me) went out to my favourite First Markham restaurant for dinner. Yum..

Now today. Today was good. Today was 1337 (ha! I finally used 1337 in a typed sentence! Ha!). Because I didn't have to go third period and get yelled at by Diliddo about the large sharpie-writing on my left arm that says "Oreos". It was to remind me to buy oreos for tomorrow's religon picnic/secret-surprise-good-bye-Mr.-Hyponen party. Because of the rocking not-having-work-ness of my first three classes, I was able to use the smaller bag I'd had at Queen's, plus a plastic Laura bag for my change of clothes and shoes.

Yar, so anywho, to back it up a bit... First period: a tiny bit of review, and then Mr. Hyponen got kicked out of the class for awhile so we could plan for tomorrow and shat. Yeah, and then Kevin and Andrei threw chalk at Nathan (in the friendliest way possible!) and he freaked everyone out by snapping and charging at them! Charging! It was pretty damn scary. So yeah, Mr. Hyponen got mad and sent them out to do three laps around the track. While they were gone, Bianca fell off her chair, which was funny. And on the way to the main building after, me and Chris Sparkes had another fun conversation about killing each other and who's more super, which went something like...

Me: I'm more super than you!
Chris Sparkes: No you're not.
Me: Yes, I am!
Chris Sparkes: Oh yeah? Well then... I'll make myself more super than you are!
Me: Nuh-uh! How could you make yourself more super than me? It's unpossible!
Chris Sparkes: By killing you, of course! You know, eliminate the competition... You can't be super if you're dead!
Me: Ah... Oh yeah! I guess that makes sense.

Yar, then it was English. Watched the second part of Inherit the Wind (with Jack Lemmon as Drummond!) and then practised for our (Joan, KT, MOE, Aky, me) science presentation.

Science. Our presentation was very... short. I mean... "concise". Yar. I gave Matt my other granola bar, and told Tim that his carving looked like a stylized piece of shit, which is what it's supposed to be, he tells me. It was a really relaxed period, I think. Played cards after the presentations.

Lunch three, and we (Sally and me) went to the office to wait for Denise. She came, and we stuffed the two spotlights and their stands and cords, and three microphone stands in Mr. O'Hara's car. And off we went in Denise's green Volvo to mail her university stuff and get lunch. I had those potato wedges from Loblaws, and Sa-sa had two pieces of their "Southern-style chicken". At this point, we were sort of behind schedule. Then we drove to Denise's house, and she got out and got her stuff while me and Sally finished out lunches in her car. Then we had to drive back to Loblaws (or the post office near Loblaws) to get an express-post envelope thingy for JonJon. At this point, we were late. Drove to JonJon's co-op to pick him up, then drove to that banquet hall place thing where grad would be later, near Times Square. We were late ^_^. Uh... yar. Me and Sa-sa helped unload Mr. O'Hara's car, and then we didn't do much for a bit afterwards, except for going to the other room and putting little plastic bags with those hat-things and tassles on each grad gown's hanger.

By the time we got back to where the other people were, apparently Kevin, James, and Nick (not the same Nick as Nick, god of cards, nor Nick-spelled-"Niq" Nick) had showed up. The four of us played big2 for awhile, and then we realised that I was missing a card--I think I left it in science after playing turtle (Chinese-ified old maid, really) with Aky, KT, MOE, and Joan. I wanted an ice-cap, so we walked over to Tim Horton's. Ice-caps with chocolate milk aren't very different from normal ice-caps, except sweeter. I really regret buying Kevin that ice-cap. He went all hyper on us, acting like a freak... Example #1: trying to shove his head into the little paper bag for the donut, as we sat in Timmy's. Example #2: running through the parking lot in a strange, gay, horror-movie way. Example #3: twitching on the floor when we got back to the banquet hall. Oh well, that's Kevin for you. Yeah, we played more big2, and then people started showing up.

I was working a spot tonight. Stood on a table, and the spotlight stand was taller than me. I had a convenient spot to sit, on a little corner of the bar counter behind me. Yar, and I had to go to the washroom, but there was noone to take over for me, except for Nick, and he was all the way on the other side of the room, with James. I tried catching his eye a couple of times, but he didn't look up, that bastard. So I had to wait until my spot wasn't needed (Posner's speech) and I got off the table and told Nick to cover for me and went to the washroom. The banquet hall washrooms were nice; they had like, one-and-a-half-ply toilet paper! Yeah, so when I got back, Posner was still talking, so I bitched at Nick for awhile about not being there to bring me water or whatnot. Yeah, so I fell this into obsession about having the light perfectly still, and this fat balding dude ruined it for me. He was like, leaning on the table with his camera or whatever, and shaking the table (and therefore the spotlight) with his enormous weight-shifts. Pissed me off so bad, but I didn't have the nerve to tell him to go away, because a) he was large and angry-looking, and b) he was speaking loudly in a foreign language (maybe Greek?) to some of his female family members.

Neh, too tired to type more... gotta go eat dinner--soup from a can again! Woo! Yar, g'night.

Monday, June 9, 2003
01:34 a.m.

Shat happened this weekend; don't want to talk about it. And so...

Friday, June 6, 2003
10:56 p.m.

Yeah, I went to Joan's house? To work on science? Yeah. And we took a detour through some woods near her bus stop, which ate up ten minutes of our time, and MOE was complaining. And we saw tent caterpillars. Or, caterpillars that reminded me of tent caterpillars. They were like frickin' swarming, and I hated them. I hate tent caterpillars. And I accidently sort of stepped on one, and some dark-coloured shaznat squirted out of it, and MOE laughed and said that I'd scared the shit out of it, heh. And Animatrix was... well, I liked most of it, but I didn't like the one about that dude who ran too fast and burst his leg. Yeah. And we sat on her deck-thing for a long long time, and did a tiny tiny bit of science and ate a lot of too-salty popcorn. Had pizza and fried rice for dinner, and... yeah. We didn't do much. ^_^

See, this weekend is the weekend when the easy subjects come back to bite me. It's all religion and art this weekend, folks--religion CPT, three sketchbooks, and my goddamn popart.

ARGH!@ I feel like freaking killing something! You cannot begin to understand how often I'm fighting back urges to swear and yell and scream and hit these days. One word sums it all up:

Friday, June 6, 2003
06:48 a.m.

Hmm... I think I had a reason for being up this early, but now I forget, so oh well. This weekend is going to crazy, as in work-my-ass-off crazy. Sigh. I procrastinate much too much.

I've been in a bad mood all week. Yesterday at school I semi-on-purpose banged my head on the wall in the stairwell, and I had some sort of screaming fit at lunch in the caf over not having a spoon... I wish it were summer.

Tuesday, June 3, 2003
11:32 p.m.

Hmm... I'd wanted to type something earlier, but I got interrupted by dinner, so I didn't. And now I can't remember exactly what I wanted to say... oh yeah! Leonardo Dicaprio makes me angry. And I don't know why. I look at him, and I get pissed off. Like.. like how my mommy looks at Jim Carrey and gets pissed off. Yar.

And... today, the Mysterious Bunny ate plants in our backyard! And I ran to get my camera, but I'm not sure if I got a clear picture of it or not... Oh well. At least we know it's alive now!

Yeah, so my mom was painting the upstairs hallway today? I had to go walk and pick up my sister at her school/my old school. What the fuck is up with the hill? Where'd all the frickin' grass go? When'd all theses tupid weeds move in? And I know I've bitched about this before, but... Who's stupid idea was it to put a chain-link fence around the portables? Just the front of the portables! Bah. Sometimes change is stupid. And walking back, I didn't see those morons who tried to buy chocolate off cheap from my sister last time; the ones who were throwing lightbulbs at passing cars.

Popart, popart... I started colouring for real today... and I completely messed up Patrick. :( It's gonna look like crap when I'm done...

Going to the mall tomorrow--first time in like a month, first time going from school in like... a year!

Um... what else? Oh yeah! I owe people money again... stupid coke machine... eating up the toonie I borrowed from Jessica... I really wanted a coke, too, this morning.

I wanna learn flash, so I can make flash movies of fun shat. Well, summer.

Monday, June 2, 2003
07:43 p.m.

P.S. Tim got new hair today. Or, he got it over the weekend, and today was the big debut. Now I can't ruffle his hair anymore! For fear of it not falling back into place when I'm done! Because there's gel! Damn! :( But Tim, I just want you to know that, even though I will miss your old hair terribly, I'm still behind you and your hair 100%.

Monday, June 2, 2003
06:08 p.m.

Weird. Some lady just called for a survey, and I thought yay! Another chance to waste more time! This is a transcript of our conversation, some of it's indistinct, 'cause I have the music on loud, and I wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying...

Maria: Hi, I'm Maria [indistinct], from [indistinct] research. [indistinct] survey?
Me: Mmhmm?
Maria: Okay. So do you do most of the shopping for your household?
Me: Nope!
*a medium-sized pause; awkward for her, slightly funny for me*
Maria: Um. Okay, that completes the survey. Thanks [indistinct].
Me: Mmkay. *hang up*

Yeah. Short survey, eh? And I had the funniest dream last night, too. Okee, I did my whole newspaper ritual thing, and I came across this in the sports section. I found it excruciatingly funny. I have a very slapstick mind. So I started imagining it as a flash movie and laughing madly. My mom thought I was insane. Yar. Anywho, last night, I dreamt about the flash movie. Full colour and surround sound. It was soooo funny. And then, at the end, some snotty American was talking about Talking to Americans, "Oh yeah? Well, who wants to learn anything about some obscure northern country?", and then these two people in rubber boots run up to him and say, "Canada is THE obscure northern country!", and then I woke up. Hmm, it's time for Spongebob.

Sunday, June 1, 2003
08:40 p.m.

Had fun pin-pointing exactly when I met Steve: Feb. 17, 2003. Course selections... discovering that there was no limit to how many people are allowed in a MSN chat... Matt yelling about Joe Millionaire telling Zora the truth or whatever... It's quite a long read, and Steve doesn't figure in until the last... 23 pages or so! ^_^

Sunday, June 1, 2003
07:42 p.m.

Sigh. Another typical boring day in the life of B. Feeling restless and bored. I want to run away somewhere, like Australia, or Europe.

Sunday, June 1, 2003
12:56 a.m.

Fun.

I remember playing Bust-A-Move at my cousins' house, back in the day. Heh. Back in the day.

Sunday, June 1, 2003
12:46 a.m.

Today.. or yesterday, really, was... neh.

Woke up, went to semi-Chinese school. The kids were all hyper and not-sit-still-ish today. I saw quasi-Lincoln again, this time before class instead of after.

Went home and read the Saturday Star until lunch. Then I had to work on my stupid pop-art. I wish I'd planned it out more, because I'm sure it will turn out crappy. But who am I kidding? I never plan for this type of shat! So basically I ate lollipops, listened to CDs, and alternately drew and read more of the paper until about four thirty-ish. Then we went to pick up my sister from Market Village.

Went straight from there to Kyle's house for the BBQ. It was raining, so it wasn't much of a BBQ. I didn't get to sit in the big tree. Boo.

Hmm... so what DID we do? I guess... what we usually do: nothing. Actually, when we got there, they were watching the Simpsons, so yeah. Then we watched some Buffy--the musical episode. I was giggling during the whole thing.

Wandered around their house some. The chocolates they had on the little table near the foyer for Easter are still there. They have new weights in their basement. There's a bar in Kyle/Kelvin's doorframe that wasn't there last time, that they apparently use for chinups. Crazy healthy people, they are.

Then we ate. And because they were bickering over the computer so much, Kyle n' Kelly n' Kelvin's mom got mad and told them to turn it off. Well, that sucked. We (me, Kyle, Kelly) actually sat there for a good while and read. The computer turned on by itself. I swear it did. Their mom didn't believe us, got pissed some more. Oh well.

I went upstairs to find Kelvin watching Jurassic Park. Left after a bit, and talked with Tiffany and my sister in the basement, simultaneously avoiding young Derek and playing around with those new weights. By the time I got back to the computer, it was on. Spent a bit of time on it, until I got kicked off by Tiffany. Six kids and one computer. Urk. I'd find it hard with their usual three. Now I understand why they glue themselves to our two computers when they're over.

I'm tired.

Friday, May 30, 2003
05:12 p.m.

Well, this is great. Friday and I have nowhere to go. Oh wait. I DO have somewhere to go, three somewheres, in fact. Let's go through my options, shall we? I could be...

a) Off watching both Matrix and Matrix:Reloaded with KT, Joan, Aky, and MOE. And I'm not.

b) Off at the Battle of the Bands, at school, yes, but with good music and Ryan and Kevin and all those other BATCO people. And I'm not.

c) Off somewhere with Sally and Paula and Tim and JonA and a bunch of other people, eating chicken and watching TV or whatever the hell they're doing. And I'm not.

So where the hell am I? At home, doing homework. Art, to be exact. Pop-art and five sketchbooks. And if THAT doesn't make me feel like a complete loner, there's noone online to talk to! Not even Steve! I feel like throwing a tantrum. I want to kill things. I want to cry. I want to kick people. I want school to just be fucking over so I can go and do what I damn well please.

Thursday, May 29, 2003
10:50 p.m.

"Creationism... PAH!" That was what I was feeling all day today after English. Stupid new unit, re-open up all my old creationism-hate-ness... Okee, so I'm Catholic, I'm going to be tolerant of other people's views...

But! But the science-dude in me says, "How in HELL can you Christian fundamentalists REALLY TRULY BELIEVE THAT THE EARTH WAS CREATED IN SEVEN FREAKIN' DAYS? Unless, of course, they're seven God-days?

And don't say, 'Fossils and oil reserves and the tons of geological evidence are tests on our faith!', you twits, why would God test your faith that way? Whatever happened to killing off your entire family as a test of faith, huh? Dumbass."

I'm excruciatingly glad I'm Roman Catholic. This way, I can do science AND not go to fundamentalist hell! ^_^ If I were a fundamentalist, I'd kill myself. I still can't believe that people this.. this day and age, still think that... ARGH! On a side note, Stockwell Day sucks ass, and I'm glad he's dead. Okee, well, he's not dead, but at least he's not in politics anymore... what a moron. I bet you he would've gotten along great with Bush. No offense to either, but sometimes I look at Alberta and I think of America...

Right. Now that that's out of the way, I had something else to say, but I forget what. Over My Head by Semisonic is doing a good job of making me less worked up about the whole religion/science thing, though, so I'm sure I'll remember sooner or later. Oh yeah! I can't stress enough how much I love The Colony. I love it

Thursday, May 29, 2003
07:46 p.m.

Today, I tried magically rigging the cards like me and Nick used to do. But it didn't work. Because Nick wasn't there to shuffle, damn him. I shuffled EXACTLY how he used to, and then dealt it out, and it didn't work, the stupid jerkface. I'm going to go to Oakville and kick his ass.

In other news, we're finally renovating the stairs! For those of you who don't know, a couple years back, we changed all our floors to hardwood, except for the bathroom and the stairs, which still have that really old now-dirty pink carpeting. I can tell we're renovating, because the pictures hanging on the walls along the stairs have been taken down, and I just saw my dad lugging around a big bucket of drywall compound. ^_^

To-morrow is Friday! Summer's so close, I can taste it!

Wednesday, May 28, 2003
12:19 a.m.

QUESTION: WHEN IS THE ART HISTORY TEST?

Tuesday, May 27, 2003
03:29 a.m.

Today I realized that something was missing in my life. I realized that I haven't visited Zug in over a year. OVER A YEAR! A GODDAMN YEAR! So now I've added it to my favourites again, and all is well in the world. Well, except for the school part. School still sucks. There are about three weeks left (not counting exam week), and I am completely and utterly screwed. Screwed times infinity! Screwed times infinity to the power of infinity! Plus one! So now, I'm... not doing homwework anymore, and am downloading songs. Old songs I never hear anymore (ie. Pretty Fly For A White Guy), and songs that I've never heard of (ie. stuff that Steve says is good). And I told him that it was ironic, because he's English and he has so much spare time, but I have no spare time because I'm doing so much English! Well, it was funny to me at the time, because my brain was at the level of deadness where I find everything funny. And I told Tim that he would grow up to be a heartthrob someday. Because he will. Because he rocks. Tim... Tim makes me so proud, but I don't know why. I look at him and I think, "That's our Tim!" I think I'm going crazy or something. I think I smell ironing, but my mom can't possibly be awake. You know, Lord of the Flies wasn't really that bad a book. It's just doing so much shat on it that makes me get all pissed and shit. I dunno. I like all books. They're my friends. Whoa. That sounded really. Teehee. I just pictured the little girl from The Ring saying that, and now I'm all freaked out. I say that the Olsen twins would make a good Samneric, don't you? And d'you know what? Steve's voice is deep. Deeeeeeeep. And English. And it's late and I really should be sleeping or something like that, but I won't, because I don't want to. And noone can make me. And am I rambling or am I rambling? I want to sit in Yell's park's tree. I think I'll go now! ^_^ Actually, no. I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. Have I ever told you guys? I've wanted to be: an interior decorator, a shrink, a book critic, a writer, a tattoo artist, a teacher, a doctor, a scientist, and I can't think of any more, but I'm sure there were lots besides those. But I'm too goddamn lazy to get off my ass and do anything. Boo, I suck. I hate me. I hate you. I hate those stupid bean plants that died on me last weekend. Pansy-ass plants, can't even live outside for ONE FUCKING NIGHT. I hate those little bastards that kick the heads off our tulips. Happens every year, the little fucking shitheads. I wish I had some coke. You know what'd be fun? Meeting up with Hakim in real life sometime.. and having like... a coke party or something. Where we sit around do nothing except drink coke, or maybe play cards or whatever. Hey... what DID we used to do? Wow! Nothing besides drink coke and talk about how much coke rocks because we're coke freaks. I remember, we were two of the few people who could tell flat coke from flat pepsi and flat crap. Woo! We rock! Oh, now, see where this is going? I'm starting to reminisce again! AGAIN! Well, have I told you about the viking boys? And our good ship the S.S.B.S.? Or... or how about Concentration? Or the Chinese Food Van? Or that time I borrowed money off of Patty to buy ice cream because I kept on forgetting my stupid money? Or how, also because of my non-money-ness, I never bought an ice-cap, even though it was right downstairs and it was so hot and I wanted one really really badly? Or that really crappy smell coming from the trees that were flowering on our way to the ROM? Or that it was really hot? Or that time we played soccer and I actually enjoyed myself? Or all those times we went swimming and fought over pool noodles? Or that crazy murder-mystery, where we had red construction paper bits for blood? Oh, and here's the answer key, MOE: 1. Ryan, 2. Arthur, 3. A-something (I know his sister's name is Andrea, if it helps; son of my dad's old school friend), 4. Tristan, 5. Tristan's dickhead friend, 6. Nick, God of Cards.

Monday, May 26, 2003
09:53 p.m.

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Sunday, May 25, 2003
12:27 a.m.

Spent ALL DAY doing my popart. I told myself I'd do the English when the sun went down, but I just couldn't stop drawing those cute little mushrooms! And.. I also watched/listened to/recited along with My Fellow Americans, and made canned soup explode on the stove (I cleaned it all up in twenty minutes! I rock!).

Let's play a game. I'll... loosely re-enact memorable early conversations that I've had with guys, and you can guess who they are! *Note: early as in either early-on-in-my-life-in-general or early-on-in-my-knowing-said-person.

Conversation 1:

Me: So... what's up?
[x]: I really need to take a shit.

Conversation 2:

Me: So... who're you gonna marry?
[x]: Justin.
Me: D.d

Conversation 3:

[x]: Hi.
Me: *kicks him hard in the shins*

Conversation 4:

Me: Are you hungry or something?
[x]: *chews on chip bag*
Me: *giggle*

Conversation 5:

[x]: Yeah? It's YOUR fault we got lost!
Me: What?! I'M the one who got us un-lost, jerk!
Camp-staff-dude: Hey! Hey! You're not lost any more, so shut the hell up, both of you!

Conversation 6:

[x]: *shuffles cards and hands them to me*
Me: *deals cards and picks up the second from the left*
[x]: *picks up the third one from the left*
[x]&Me: *simultaneous* Holy CRAP! What a sweet hand!

Hmm.. can't think of any more. Well, okee then. Oh yeah, and JonA just sent me an email to prove that he was right about crazy8's. In it were these two links:

http://www.pagat.com/eights/crazy8s.html
http://www.funattic.com/game_card.htm#anchor1

All I have to say to you, JonA, is PFFT.

Friday, May 23, 2003
11:40 p.m.

Today.. today..

Today was a civies day! Woo! I wore my happy red pants, that Taurus tank top Yell'd gotten me for my b-day, that Queens hoodie you guys got me for my b-day, and my new shoes! ^_^ And... my hoodie cut off the top-half of my vision! And... I could leap down the stairs in several medium-sixed bounds because I wasn't wearing my stupid heels! And... the tag in the tank top poked into my side and was itchy and crap, even though I'd cut most of it off in the morning before I walked to the bus. Boo. Tags suck ass.

And second period today, there was a mass, and we sat on the ground in the caf. And Chris Sparkes got annoyed at me for trying to kill him with all those witnesses around. Oops. Oh well, maybe next time.

And at lunch, we sat in Joan's hall and did yesterday's science homework very quickly, and then walked to Tim Hortons! And I bought an ice-cap (courtesy of Ryan. Thank you, Ryan! ^_^)! Woo! And we thought we'd be late for third period because the schedule was all messed up because of the masses and shat, so we hurried back and found out that we had five more minutes 'til art started. Hee.

Then after school, me and Aky got on KT's bus and went to KT's house (no shit?). We were supposed to do English... but... yeah. ^_^

First, we played with her dog/sat around until a bit after 3:30. Then we walked to Blockbusters. On the way there, we passed MOE's house and rang her doorbell just for fun. We wandered around inside Blockbusters for a long, long time, because we're indecisive and shat. But we finally chose Darkness Falls, I think because I wanted a scary movie.

Um.. then the candy store, or convenience store, but KT'd called it "the candy store". She bought us candy! ^_^

Alright! Then it was movie-watchage! Darkness Falls was scary. I'm afraid now, afraid of everything. Or.. just the dark. I never want to live alone, ever! >.< And... and... during a really scary part, her dog came up and pounced on me and I got sooooo scared! And then after, we watched the writers' commentary, which was SO damn funny! Teehee... "There's the freak who killed his mother! And stabbed me in the back with a compass!@"

So yeah, after that, we really should have got working, but... we watched Final Destination on TV instead. We'd missed the first part, but it was funny nonetheless. I never knew there were so many ways to die! Migawd! That was the most elaborate accidental death evAR! And the moral of the story is: For the love of God, don't drink Smirnoff in a mug! And if your computer starts sizzling like it's gonna explode, don't walk up to it--run away!

Wednesday, May 21, 2003
10:09 p.m.

The pressing question on the bus today was: when playing crazy8's, do you start off with seven cards, or eight cards? Some said seven, some said eight. I was always under the impression that it was eight, unless this is yet ANOTHER card game I've been playing wrong all my life. Blarg.

And.. and.. you know what rocks? Goldfish! Yum! They're so deliciously cheesy and cracker-y! And I had their jingle stuck in my head today, on continuous loop, sprinkled with bits of that old PizzaPizza song... "The snack! that smiles back, Goldfish! *pause* Nine six seven, eleven! eleven! Phone PizzaPizza, hey hey hey!"

Who invented gummy bears?

Wednesday, May 21, 2003
01:05 a.m.

Gee, I finally found out when that stupid endangered species shat's due: Thursday, or, tomorrow, actually. I.. found pictures online, and that's about it. Oh well.

I've been thinking. And I think... that.. I'm a D/H shipper. Well, I read stuff by D/H shippers. Why? Because, it's just so damn unlikely that it's fun to read about coming true! Like.. okee, I'll admit, most of it is fluff, but if you sift through all that crap, some of the storylines are really really good! Like, twisting the entire original plot to suit their crazy purposes! Whoa! Yeah. Well, this was a feeble (and very late) attempt at answering MOE's question.

Monday, May 19, 2003
11:50 p.m.

I had something to say, but now I forget.

Archives, etc.
Adventures, etc.
Photos, etc.
Doodles, etc.

Fun, etc.
dragontails.
iancomix.
maddox.
engrish.
despair.
deviant.
weebl's stuff.
malevole.
sixsixfive.
homestarrunner.
zug.

I hate
mosquitos, 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
OLP.
Chili Peppers.
System of a Down.
BNL.

Fanfics
Mayday Parker, Spidergirl.

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