meh ^©

Yesterday around 1030pm, one of my neighbors was sitting in his driveway listening to his car stereo.
What was the crime you ask?
Well technically there was no crime. I’d say it was a moral one, though. His bass was extremely loud, and it was resonating through my entire house. This unfortunately is a common occurrence.
Dumbfuck.
So Saturday morning I’m going to wake up early and begin mowing the lawn in 5-minute intervals after 7am.
Payback’s a bitch.
P.S. My Dad suggested that we place a portable stereo in our open garage and play Culture Club on repeat the entire day.

^8===D Thursday, June 5, 2003, 11:08 a.m.


guess who? ^©

Yesterday I had the most frustratingly funny dream in a long time. It’s no surprise why I’ve retained its events [or lack thereof] in my memory for such a long period of time.
It began in a parking lot, where I was hanging out with a not-so miscellaneous “hottie” and we were waiting for his mom to pick up so we could go hang out in his room. Presumably, so we could fool around. Sure it sounds all fine and dandy, but the dandy was nonexistent, as you’ll soon find out. We arrived in his room and just stood around for a short period of time before my pants literally disappeared. One would think this is a certain advantage, but I quickly became more concerned about the location of my missing pants than whether or not I had remembered to shave. And so began the quest for my missing pants. He started ruffling through his dresser immediately, tossing out various pair of pants while asking me if “these were [my] pants”. One of the most amusing parts was that he was only throwing out girl’s pants. Eventually we found a pair of my pants, but not the pair I was initially looking for. Upon that pair’s finding I yelled out:

THIS IS THE STUPIDIST DREAM EVER!!!!!

And it was over. Shucks.

^8===D Wednesday, May 28, 2003, 09:28 p.m.


boop ^©

I made it out of the house for a short, yet ultimately productive chunk of time this late afternoon. I ran into the bus on my way down the path, which I normally take when I walk to the mall, so naturally I hopped on like most any lazy person would do. It’s such a wonderful feeling knowing with all certainty that you are the only passenger on the bus. And it was wonderful until a grand total of two more passengers got on. It was a mild relief however, knowing that the bus was nearly empty.
Anyway, I planned my expedition for 2 reasons. One was to purchase black fabric dye for my cap, so I can be adequately prepared for the coming summer, and the second was to begin breaking in my combat boots for the season. The latter was uncomfortable and resulted in blistering. I dyed my cap, and watched 21c with mom, after she was bit by a W.A.S.P. [hee, hee].
One issue on the program dealt with fame and notoriety and how my generation often seeks it through a number of methods, which often deal with exposure and all that demeaning stuff. Methods highlighted included the usage of web-cams to attain what is known as “cam-whore” status, the participation in reality-tv shows, and other things that require a fundamental lack of privacy and an abundance of exposure, be it physical or otherwise. Of course, in some cases, one who partakes in such activities cannot necessarily expect that their inherent naivety, or denial, etc may catalyze a loss of dignity, since their moral, behavioral, etc afflictions may denote a lack of comprehension. How can one experience the loss of dignity if it was never actualized, affirmed, and acknowledged? And to think there are groups of former reality-tv stars who are filing law suits against their former employers for psychological damage experienced as a result of being a participant in such things! Irrationality, and the lack of accountability for one’s free will never cease to disgustingly amaze me.

^8===D Friday, May 23, 2003, 10:49 p.m.


you da man! ^©

B-O-R-I-N-G
Like I said earlier, many times to my accomplice in crime and deviance my house is causing me mental anguish. But apparently not as much as the man who saw an unmarked police cruiser hit a vehicle carrying civilians about a year ago is experiencing as a result of witnessing that fatal crash. My how some individuals are so readily available to sell their dignity and self-respect to the highest bidder! I can only hope that the man who apparently is [still] suing the Police Department has not successfully reproduced.
Anyway aside from that slice of misanthropy, all is quite well. I managed to complete several minor projects as well as push aside some of more importance. Vanity conquers all. I finished my skirt as well as a Queen shirt I snatched for a hefty price of {$d_entry}.50 last week from goodwill. I absolutely love it when cashiers undercharge. Integrity, shmintegrity!

^8===D Friday, May 23, 2003, 03:56 p.m.


jerk store ^©

Today’s events were most certainly non-advantageous. The only glimmer of excitement was derived from series of small purchases this morning before returning home from school. It was exciting to find a bra, that actually fits, fit being my first and foremost concern when shopping for those ungodly contraptions, as well as one that looks slightly if not wholly attractive when placed against my support-needing breasts. It was a good conquest in the expansion of my underwear collection if I do type so myself. Yet I cannot help but feel a smidgen of guilt when I spend money. Sure .00 sounds like such a small amount, but when exchanged for goods / services it equates to a rather “medium sized potato” for myself.
This is a list of things I need to do
1] Hand-wash my hand-washables.
2] Start studying for “final”.
3] Look for the perfect shade of lilac.
4] Buy frames so I can frame my frame-ables.
5] Buy black dye.
6] Finish my leopard-print skirt.
7] Shave.

^8===D Thursday, May 15, 2003, 04:49 p.m.


sjgsu. ^©

Today I went down to the mall with Mikel with intentions of purchasing summer apparel. Frankly, my hopes were hardly up, since I find shopping to be such a tedious bore due to the fact that most closes seem to be misshapen or that I am too disproportionate to wear the misshapen clothes. It took quite a while to find articles I deemed worthy of purchase, but I managed to do so. I am pleased with my finds.
Developing on a thought, I was reading a psychology textbook yesterday before bed, because I figured it would be a definite asset to my studies if I had background knowledge for my studies next year. A concept raised in one of the chapters, which I am almost sad to report was glazed over, was theories of the origins of happiness. Some psychologists theorized that the emotion commonly regarded as happiness may be attributed to witnessing, or hearing of other’s misfortune. Those who feel luckier in their current lives, may only feel luckier, so to speak if there are less luckier people [subjectively speaking] to base personal comparisons upon. If there is no basis of comparison, happiness is inexistent. Interesting.
Before arriving at the mall, I was waiting at the bus stop when I noticed an eerily familiar person walk by. It was an awkward feeling, which was only amplified when I recognized and confronted the passerby. It was an old friend who I lost contact with over a year ago due to changes in our lives. In the brief moment before the tension overwhelmed our meeting we had a brief chance to catch up. I am fortunate to report that my life has not been as convoluted as hers. Yet it’s encouraging to hear of her once again, despite the circumstances.
On another note. Jenn, move back to Edmonton.

^8===D Wednesday, May 14, 2003, 09:33 p.m.


AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^©

I’m so aggravated. It feels as if my internal organs have managed to knot themselves together. It’s been about a week and a half or so since I last purchased cigarettes. This experience has been mildly tolerable compared to past ones. Of course there was a time when I could set aside my then meager addiction for months at a time, only to pick it up again at a later date, but things have obviously changed. Yet, I can’t remember a time in the recent past where I could prohibit myself from purchasing cigarettes and sticking to my affirmation for more than several days. Pride is the farthest from what I feel currently though. I can’t decide what’s worse for my health, smoking or being in near constant state or irritation. Like I wrote earlier I’ll see how far I can take this. Sadly I fear the downfall of my personal challenge soon.

^8===D Tuesday, May 13, 2003, 07:07 p.m.


one hour of buffy left 4 eva!!!!!111 ^©

It’s already too hot for me outside. I need to live in an area with a more moderate climate. +22 as a high is much too warm for me, but thank god I don’t have high humidity to contend with on top of that!
Talking about the weather is extremely lame. Yesterday I arrived home after a particularily frustrating class with intentions of going back out again to run errands, but no dice. I did manage to leave the house though, much later than I initially planned and for different purposes, shortly after Jowen called me back. We may make plans to go to the Strat [barf] with some of his bar buddies in the future. It should prove to be interesting if the plans work out. I then went to Value Village and bought a cap, which I will dye black later and a picture frame for one of my biblical manuscript painting prints. Mega discounts mean mega happy Sammi.
During the summer I think I will change my layout to either a Cory Feldman theme or a Jason Alexander one.

^8===D Tuesday, May 13, 2003, 10:56 a.m.


mom day ^©

Yesterday I cleaned my room, it hardly was arduous, which makes it such a great pity that it took so long to accomplish. I can now focus on redecorating. I found my SIN card, which is quite the significant find, since it is such a significant piece of information. I also found pennies, some lame notes from early high school and my hello kitty vibrator. I’d hate for that to find it’s way into my parent’s hands.

^8===D Sunday, May 11, 2003, 02:20 p.m.


shjsygsjh ^©

style
I would describe my style as .. slovenly riot grrl.
My favorite item of clothing is .. my collection of belts… err skirts.
The item of clothing that best demonstrates my personality is .. my middle age mutant ninja mother shirt. courtesy of V&V Boutique.
Even though I never wear it, I still keep a .. collection of rather tight t- shirts.
I never leave the house without my .. underwear.
The most recent item of clothing I bought is .. RFTC shirt.
The items of clothing i wear most often are .. jeans / old man pants & hoodies.
I would be devastated if I lost my .. chuckies / RFTC shirt.
The person whose style I admire the most is .. those fashionXcore dweebs.
If I could wear absolutely anything, it would be .. a conglomeration of various styles typical of eras ranging from the 20’s to the 50’s, 70’s and 80’s.
If I had to wear one designer for the rest of my life it would be .. jacob.
My underwear drawer is filled with .. underwear ranging from little boy’s briefs to la senza and jacob crap and hanes.
I have .. at least 7 pairs of shoes, most of which are .. street shoes.
Every girl / boy should have .. functional genitals.
When i get dressed, I like to listen to .. my morning mix [classicrock & assorted punk]
The accessories i can not live without is .. my cheesy pearls.
I .. am not completely obsessed with make up, i usually indulge once in a while though.

^8===D Thursday, May 8, 2003, 01:13 p.m.


smack!! ^©

School is school, life is life. It’s been a pretty monotonous week thus far, but it’s Wednesday, so technically I’m almost over the hump of the week. On Friday I’m probably heading down to Ritualistics with Christine to do some minor upgrading in the body-mod department. I should be able to get my segment ring tossed in my eagerly awaiting septum. Then I’ll have that project complete.
My dad confessed after viewing the latest Michelin commercial that he wants a Michelin bobble head, so I said I’d get him one for Pop’s Day. I should start looking, because I have a feeling those will go fast.
Apparently Defiance is coming this July to the new warehouse AA punk venue. In other punk scene related news the new cool is the fulfilled challenge of fellating band members [hee hee].

now for surveys

last cigarette: A couple of minutes ago, although it technically was a clinch.
last car ride: This morning, although technically it was a van.
last kiss: 2 weeks ago.
last good cry: I honestly cannot recall.
last library book checked out: I honestly cannot recall, although I tend to read the books Mikel takes out.
last movie seen: Rush Hour [my fav action flick] p.s. I love TBS
last book read: The Agony of Ecstasy / Anthem
last cuss word uttered: Probably fuck.
last beverage drank: Pepsi.
last food consumed: I made this mega-nasty sub that was reminiscent of my pot-smoking days. It was vile, too salty and sour.
last crush: Unrequited, yet fulfilling.
last phone call: Christine.
last time showered: Months ago, I bathe now due to my below the neck piercings.
last shoes worn: Chuckies
last cd played: Some Adicts CD.
last item bought: Pepsi.
last downloaded: A horrible girl-rock song.
last annoyance: Has it ever ceased?
last disappointment: See above.
last soda drank: Pepsi.
last thing written: I copied out my resume to transfer back onto my PC at a later date.
last key used: “enter”.
last word spoken: ???
last sleep: Last night.
last im: ???
last sexual fantasy: I honestly cannot recall, I’m feeling rather asexual as of late.
last weird encounter: Maybe seeing Clint @ Royal.
last ice cream eaten: Brand X mint choco chip.
last time amused: Earlier today, I’m sure.
last time wanting to die: Several entries ago.
last time in love: N/A.
last time hugged: I don’t remember.
last time scolded: I don’t remember.
last time resentful: Probably earlier this day.
last chair sat in: This one.
last lipstick used: Chappie. Or British Red by Loreal.
last underwear worn: Gem panties.
last bra worn: My ghetto Jacob one.
last shirt worn: Miscellaneous shirt from junior high, I’m rocking the slovenly mode hardcore.
last time dancing: Earlier today most likely.
last poster looked at: My Jack Nicholson poster in my bathroom [how ironic!].
last show attended: Jesus, I can’t remember, probably that hall show a while back.
last webpage visited: indecline.net

^8===D Wednesday, May 7, 2003, 09:33 p.m.


apocalypse ^©

NEWS UPDATE

001] Christine is headed out of town for a crime prevention conference.
002] I broke my telephone, my only mode of communication to the outside world, save my computer when I am holed up in my house.
003] I found my doppelganger, the resemblance is uncanny, even Mikel concedes to it.
004] My befuddlement towards anarchy / anarchism grows exponentially.

^8===D Tuesday, May 6, 2003, 08:30 p.m.


girls rock your boys ^©

For the love of god, someone kill me. It’s been snowing all this wet and sloppy shit for several days now, and the weather has been horrible. Luckily, though it’s not unbearably cold, just unbearably wet.
Today during class, one of the custodians came in with a laser pointer thermometer. Sure it sounds uninteresting, and it was until he pointed at my [male] math teacher’s nipple. Lame, but humorous.
What else is new, I’m trying to cut back my cigarette intake, so I can save some dough. It’s not a dire issue, but periodically I like to mix it up a bit by not buying a pack when my cigarette situation normally necessitates it. It’s been okay, but it’s only been 2 or 3 days. I’ll see how long I last until I break down.

^8===D Tuesday, May 6, 2003, 03:58 p.m.


teamster ^©

Perhaps if you, the supposed faithful readers of my blog, have noticed I have implemented a site meter quite recently. My reasoning for doing so is private, but is also quite trite and predictable. However despite the inherent banality of having such a tool, there are some hilarious results of its usage.
While reviewing the information available to me, I noticed that one particular visitor had ventured onto my humble little blog through the means of a search engine. It’s not a rarity among Internet users to stumble upon such treasure troves of literary bowel movements through the means of a search engine, but the manner in which this particular user did so set him/her apart from the rest.
This user searched the words facial, sars and musk, which retrieved only two results. I can only infer that musk was a spelling error, and was originally intended to spell MASK. As my inferences developed it seemed quite plausible that this user was searching for information or availability of those horrible medical masks that are intended to protect the wearer from the inhalation of the SARS virus. It is also quite plausible that if the user ever views my page again after reading this entry, which in some cases is mocking them, they will make a direct point of never returning again. Meh.
This brings me to another point worth noting. The proliferation of SARS is hardly equitable to the proliferation of its coverage in the mainstream media. Frankly, I think it’s been blown quite out of proportion. Except of course in several cases, none of which are in the scope of this current entry's theme.
Perhaps the frequency of epidemics and their proliferation has been forgotten. I now refer to the recent meningitis outbreak, which succeeded the cholera rash. Both of which affected my part of the globe. These outbreaks themselves are not necessarily comparable to the plague, or the influenza epidemic, which wiped out more causalities than those of WWI, and still kills many to this day. Or even the HIV epidemic, which affects 2/3 of the South African populous. I think it is rather important to keep in mind there is a definite possibility that the death rate of the 3 latter diseases mentioned significantly outweigh the mortality rate of SARS. That is of course bearing in mind that I do not know the current number of fatalities or the numbers of those infected with the SARS virus.
SARS SHMARS, [knock on wood].
All I have left to conclude is that disease is a means of population control, scientifically speaking, and the incidence and regularity of epidemics may be proportionate to the human population. So, in my opinion, it’s really nothing to sweat over, hey it’s just natural selection.

^8===D Saturday, May 3, 2003, 12:04 a.m.


muffin juice ^©

I’m mega tired. I planned extensively to arrive in bed promptly before 1030pm yesterday night so I could attain some semblance of a good night’s sleep. My ability to carry out these plans was hindered by the fact that I became engrossed in some rather terrible diary entries I wrote approximately 2 years ago. Although they are rather primitive, comparatively speaking, there are thematic aspects, which make them much more evolved than the type of entries typical of this blog. The difference of course between the two, is privacy.
Maybe someday in the near future I’ll post some tid-bits for some good ol’ shits and giggles.

^8===D Thursday, May 1, 2003, 11:42 a.m.


a,kdjkjhsadjkhgajhvd ^©

Earlier today I decided I most certainly should make a run to Mohawk to pick up a pack of some badly needed cigarettes and pepsi. I managed to drag my brother along, for the funzies. After exchanging my money for goods, but not services went behind the strip mall, so I could have a halfie, where we discovered some conscientious pre-teen deviants. Oh how my heart trembled with the flow of memories past!
Apparently they were planning some sort of deviant act. We chatted about our local elementary school briefly, as well as Al. He was our beloved janitor who is still working, and has been for at least 13 years.
He used to make horrible laughing sounds over the intercom during announcements throughout the Halloween season annually, even though all the students had deduced it was he. He was a cool cat. And apparently he just got back from surgery. Deep in the bitter black pit where my heart should be I hope that he makes a full recovery so he can once again create fond memories for other students, and make their trek through standardized education a little less laborious.

^8===D Tuesday, April 29, 2003, 06:15 p.m.


oh fun baby ^©

The family and me were scheduled to go to Jasper this weekend. It was to be my mental health weekend, but instead the lords decided to dump snow and other forms of precipitation all over central Alberta so a cancellation was in order. But nevertheless my weekend was supreme.
I found a total of $ 11.00, got pickled from one sip of beer at the Strat because I was on pseudoephedrine, and made fun of people mercilessly through the ugly babies game, as well as the ugly couple game.
On Saturday after waking up from a three hour sleep because I stayed up until 6am chatting with Cole we tossed around the idea of watching the porn we discovered on what I think was Saturday evening.
To be quite honest it was almost vomit inducing.

^8===D Monday, April 28, 2003, 06:38 p.m.


the sars ^©

I’m slightly apprehensive that I have contracted yet another viral strain that has made me feel woozy for the last several days. Fortunately I hold it safe to assume, despite the cliché:
"when you assume you make an ASS out of U and ME."
that the virus known to cause SARS has not infected me.

^8===D Thursday, April 24, 2003, 07:37 p.m.


... ^©

So as brother unit mentioned in one of his own previous entries our family is making a rather irregularly scheduled trip to Jasper. It must have slipped my mind several times this week past since I made loose plans to appear at FNB and Soccer Sunday.

Silly Me.

On Tuesday I went with Christine to Listen to see Buck 65 for free. It was a good show that was most certainly amplified by his good looks as well as his well-developed and well-exercised vocabulary.



^8===D Thursday, April 24, 2003, 11:06 a.m.


bANAL ^©

I am so thoroughly disgusted. I despise going through the menial tasks of the day, week, month and so on with this periodic force playing a decidedly tyrannically fatalistic role in my life. I went out yesterday to a hall show, and the events of the evening certainly supported this hypothesis:
“The partaking of events that are characteristically emotionally intense in their nature will result in a backlash of opposite emotion and equal proportion.
Basically, without much muddling, I feel as though my life should be as grey as possible sometimes. Sure it’s all fine and fucking dandy to have excitement, be it for good or ill, yet the concept of living my life in the partial support of a doctrine I often care not to endorse seems so contradictory to my own self-instilled set of ethics.
I met up with Christine, and we decided that a synonym for bunk should be banal. Which is to be pronounced like anal with a “b” as a prefix. And yes, the evening was banal. It did though have its moments.
Certainly one worth noting for various reasons was the incident that involved a rather mercurial 9 year old boy sexually assaulting me. This incident will most likely be examined in further detail during another of my entries.
But I should be going to sleep, since tomorrow will be a busy day.
P.S. I should also mention got fired 7 shifts later from the aforementioned telemarketing gig. Best.Dumping.Ever.

^8===D Sunday, April 13, 2003, 10:31 p.m.


wadda ya got to do to get off tonite? ^©

So I got the job, and I’m getting paid on Tuesday.
Several people are the bane of my existence.
However things are interesting.
So there, I’m going back to school [vomit] tomorrow.
I’m seeing RFTC in 10 days.
There is a good hall show this weekend.
I feel like causing a ruckus more now than ever.

^8===D Sunday, April 6, 2003, 02:23 p.m.


mutant love ^©

So big fucking deal eh? I landed myself an interview Friday @ 1pm at a telemarketing firm. Actually this sounds like quite the intriguing position. Since I like irritating people from time to time, I should harness my abilities to do so, and get paid for it. Nevertheless, there are more beneficial benefits to attaining such a prestigious occupation. My intended major is anthropology, so I can only deduce that I should be looking into people related fields for part-time jobs before securing a career. It’d look good on the resume, that’s for sure.
* * *
Yesterday I hung out with Christine, in celebration of her immunity, etc. It was good. I landed at the R.A.T. house to meet her at approximately 1030am and spent a considerable amount of time dicking around. I found a cool, but kind of boxy shirt in the free box as well as a penny. We left for downtown after going to the bank and Christine picked up her insanely high heeled high-heels from BnD. They have been confirmed as eff’n HOT, so let the fetish begin.
Later we strolled around Ed. Centre where we had a Clint sighting so we chatted him up a bit. I feel like an ass for giving him 90% odds that I’d show up for their set today but I couldn’t muster the strength to get off the recliner in the living room. Blech. We also saw Cole, who’s a good kid. I think people should talk more frankly about pubic hair.
Tomorrow includes some minor paper work as well as minor hotness, due to the relocation of my “chupacabra pants”. Huzzah!

^8===D Wednesday, March 26, 2003, 09:28 p.m.


no-nose ^©

The cars won’t be splashing me today! It’s too cold, thank goodness for that. Apparently the effects of consuming alcoholic beverages, or alcoholic beverage in my case have yet to wear off.
So I managed to slough off some of my apathy and take it upon myself to go on the nerve-wracking, excruciatingly annoying journey of looking for a new job. I must be somewhat desperate, after all I did go to the infamously loathed consumer contact where I saw Matt, to drop off the second of 2 resumes dropped off so far.
Upon the droppage of the aforementioned resume, Matthew presented my with this perplexing query:
“Are you sure you want to do this?
I contemplated this for a split second, one that was filled with dread and a sick curiosity. I replied:
”I really need a job”.
Maybe I did say the wrong thing, but that’s irrelevant now. All I’m left with is the memory of Matt’s words resonating in my mind. That line sounded like a scene from a terrible after school special where the horny boy who is sick of blue-balls is asking his terrified girlfriend in the most comforting manner he can fake whether or not the girl is ready to do the nasty.
Wednesday I’m going to apply for some clerical jobs and perhaps a position at Shanks.
Saturday night I went out with Christine to celebrate her newfound strength after conquering the kissing disease. We went boozing and shmoozing at our classy digs Royal Pizza, Black Dog and Whyte Ave. As a result of the events of Saturday past I have come to a conclusion, or perhaps even a blatant generalization [naughty me]: Horrendously pickled males can be atrocious in their actions and words. Then again, so can I.
Lysa is going to set me up with a shiny new 8ga ring for my septum, and Kendra is going to buy some plugs from me tomorrow. It’s all-good. By the way, I am the newly appointed Queen of Math. 100% baby. I was thinking about whether or not I would make a good, and by good I mean stereotypical dictator while on the bus home from school this morning. Now you may be spurred to think Why would one contemplate one’s ability to implement and perhaps maintain a dictatorship over Edmonton? Ahh, but prying into my mind is no easy task, so don’t do it. It’s rather simple really; I upon occasion display certain textbook characteristics of dictators. I’m short, quick-tempered, charismatic, boisterous and sometimes deceitful. Actually, now that I see my thoughts in worded form, I sound more like Alvin from Alvin and the Chipmunks. Gross.

^8===D Monday, March 24, 2003, 03:42 p.m.


nerdslut ^©

I took a mother fucking long nap today, and as result I hypothesize that my abilities to reason have been slightly lessened. Frankly I feel like a pre-schooler. It abhorrent, and so is my supposed sexual appeal [determined by none other than one of those oh so credible internet quizzes].

NerdSlut. I’m neither a nerd, nor a slut, but oh that quiz is so damn cunning.

Aside from napping and browsing the internet I do almost next to nothing except school activities, and even those take up a negligible portion of my day. And despite having a surplus of free time my social life, despite ending a recent social hiatus has yet to get back into full swing again. I despise the idea of spending my money in order to socialize. The current weather somewhat dictates the habitation of indoor facilities during periods of socialization. Since I have no desire to have people over, or go to people’s houses the inside locations I will infiltrate during these brief moments of interaction most certainly require some sort of payment, be it in cash or mental health. I hate going out in public more than spending money though, but sometimes I feel the need to sacrifice things in order to make lasting progress.
I remember there was a period in my life where almost everything I did revolved around efficiency. It must be the Teutonic blood in me. Now it seems as if my life is revolving around apathy or even jadedness. I’d say it was a pity but alas I do not care. What I am wondering has catalyzed these feelings that even I’m not sure I have properly assessed and analyzed. It’s frustrating.

^8===D Thursday, March 20, 2003, 08:24 p.m.


????????Oh Baby!!!1111 ^©

[Insert playlist of Dance-Mix 96 here]
Yes, bizarrely as it sounds, or reads rather I am in an exquisitely good mood. Of course the catalyst that produces my good mood, most certainly produces another’s frustration. The joy is twofold. No I’m not that big of a sociopath.
In other more non-related but just as amusing news, it is Tammy Faye Bakker’s 61st B-Day today. Yesterday marked the 50th anniversary of Stalin’s death. Yesterday also marked a particularly lame job interview @ Juice Fare which subsequently lead to my application @ Value Village. Hopefully all goes well. On another side-note, I bought a horribly hilarious TSOL tape for .

^8===D Friday, March 7, 2003, 08:27 p.m.


borderline bastard ^©

In light of the overbearing publicity of the infamously retarded Married By America, I’d like to propose a new reality based television program called Mauled By America[tm].
It would star would be quarry for the hapless public to torment with various instruments of evil. I’d suggest Liza Minelli, Joan Rivers and her ape like daughter, Sinbad, Carrot-top, Leonardo DiCaprio, Katie Couric and other Hollywood dweebs as prey for the masses of America to tourture, maim and disfigure. Oh yeah.

^8===D Monday, March 3, 2003, 09:42 p.m.


blasted fox! ^©

01. Full Birth Name: Samantha
02. Hair Colour: Naturally very light blonde, currently 3 inches of blonde with black tips
03. Eye Color: Bluish grey
04. Height Currently: 60.5 inches
05. Glasses/contacts: Reading glasses
06. Birthdate: 08/25/84
07. StarSign: Virgo
08. Current Age: 18
09. Siblings: Mikel
10. Siblings Age: 17
11. Location: Edmonton
12. College Plans: UofA
13. Any Piercing: Septum, nipples, lobes

SOCIAL LIFE
01. Best Friends: None really, I think that to define a friend as best, thus categorizing the friendship results in a jinx to one of the highest degrees, not to mention lameness But for the sake of tomfoolery, Christine [Knock on wood]
02. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Nil
03. Current Crush: Pfft. That is highly classified information.
04. Hobbies: Outdoors: Listening intently to my music while trying to ignore irritants in my current environment while people watching
Indoors: Cooking, watching documentaries and sex related shows as well as cartoons and movies Reading Sleeping heavily
While in the company of others: Smoking, making cynical comments, eating etc
07. What Type Automobile Do You Drive: Nil
08. Are You Timely Or Always Late: Timely
09. Do You Have A Job: Nil
10. Do You Like Being Around People: My misanthropic tendencies prevent me form enjoying the company of most people, although I do derive sick pleasure from fucking with people's heads from time to time. Those whom I respect are the only enjoyable people.

STUFF
01. Have you ever loved someone you had no chance with: Pfft no
02. Have You Ever Cried Over Something Someone of The Opposite Sex Did: Pfft no
03. Do You Have A "Type" Of Person You Always Go After: The funny ones
04. Want Someone You Don't Have Right Now: Duh
05. Ever Liked a close Guy/Girl Friend: No
06. Are You Lonely Right Now: No
07. Ever Afraid You'll Never Get Married: No
08. Do You Want To Get Married: Not really
09. Do You Want Kids: I used to think that I did not want to be responsible for bringing a child into the world as I see it. Of course that thought could be inherently selfish, conversely, bringing a child into this world may be selfish as well. I'd adopt most likely if I felt the desire to have children.

PEOPLE
Who Do You Think Of When you Hear These Names:
Sean: Picnose
Steve: -O
Pat: Pussy Pat
Bobby: Weird Bobby
Jessica: Little Jessica
Elizabeth: Sick

FAVORITE
01. Room In house: The only room where I can smoke in peace while listening to music, while admiring myself in the mirror, while excreting, and reading all at once is my bathroom I love you
02. Type of music: Classicrock
03. Song: at this moment Agent Orange - Bloodstains
04. Memory: Nil, not because I'm desensitized from all feelings of warm and fuzzies, rather because I am too lazy to take a trip down memory lane
05. Day Of The Week: Wednesday [hump day] hee hee
06. Colour: Blue / red
07. Perfume Or Cologne: White musk by body shop
08. Flower: Tulip / lilac
09. Month: September
10. Season: Fall
11. Place to be kissed: Lips
12. Location for dates: Anywhere as long as it's with you <3

IN THE LAST 48 HOURS, HAVE YOU:
01. Cried: No
02. Bought Something: Yes
03. Gotten Sick: No
04. Sang: Yes
05. Said I Love You: Yes
06. Wanted To Tell Someone You Loved them, But Didn't: No
07. Met Someone New: Yes
08. Moved On: No
09. Talked To Someone: Yes
10. Had A Serious Talk: Yes
11. Missed Someone: Yes
12. Hugged Someone: No
13. Kissed Someone: No
14. Fought With Your Parents: No
15. Dreamt About Someone You Can't Be With: No
16. Had a lot of sleep: Yes



^8===D Monday, March 3, 2003, 06:19 p.m.


oh, poo boy ^©

Ah, the desires to reiterate the events [or lack thereof] of my weekend past. Why? So I can look back on how utterly lame my weekends typically are.

Friday: Despite feeling similar to what Carrot-top looks like I went out for Adam’s 19th birthday bash at Sherlock’s. All was well until I was somewhat forced by the outrageous .00 minimum charge into buying some of the worst excuses for French fries I ever ingested and a not so bad coke. After my hefty meal left a noticeable dent in my wallet I engulfed myself in petty small talk with some of the party goers and more intellectually stimulating [so to speak] conversations with my primary partner and Alex [a.k.a. Fernandez]. Oh the results of that! All’s fairing well in several departments I suppose I should report despite minor concerns.
The evening ended swiftly enough, due to my self-instated PG13esque curfew after I basked in the memory of “marrying” Adam almost a year ago. I think our marriage is one of the healthiest relationships I’ve had to date, and that’s saying a lot.

Saturday I ventured out into the bleak cold of Edmonton’s streets to attend yet another dull mid-afternoon of FNB. The only saving grace of that day was Dave’s attendance, had he not come I would most likely been sequestered into making slews of sarcastic comments on the sidelines. Instead we found a horrible mix tape and regaled in its horribleness.
We [being Mikel and I] chatted with Aaron while waiting for Dad about current FNB issues. Not much there. Later we went to the garish compound of viewable crap known as Blockbuster. We mocked movies, actors and patrons. I hate Sinbad. His name says it all. We rented The Royal T’s and Donnie Darko. Both good, but I like The Royal T’s more, although I really wouldn’t want to compare them. That’s about it. I forget everything else, so I probably didn’t do anything worth noting.

Sunday: Sunday was pretty bunk. How bunk you ask? I watched all of First Kid.

Tomorrow I’m going out, yes I’m a real debutante. I don’t go on many social excursions lately, this one better be worth the time and effort. Knock on wood.

^8===D Monday, March 3, 2003, 04:23 p.m.


rock out with your cock out ^©

So yesterday, fueled by family fun, carbs, and gin me and the fam ventured out to the godforsaken hellhole known as SilverCity, where I saw Two Towers for the third time.
I managed to scrounge up 10 cents from the popcorn littered floors, and ended up being seated next to a particularly malodorous hippy that consistently fingered what I hope was his pocket change through the entire movie. Despite minor distractions I enjoyed the movie in a whole different light than I have been accustomed to. I also got my daily-required percentage of Legolas.
In other more creamy news, RFTC is coming this April.

^8===D Sunday, February 23, 2003, 05:14 p.m.


deppo ^©

Shows are so draining. I’m beginning to think it would be wise to cart an oxygen tank along with me to shows. Blech I feel like ass.
Tonight we’re going out to dinner and a movie with the fam, thus I’m going out on a date with my family. Boy, have my standards sunk low, ha aha ha. J/K.
So we’re going out for Italian, and what are the chances the restaurant has falafel? Next to nil. Fuck, but we’re going to see Two Towers. It’ll be my 3rd time, and Mike is very displeased to hear of our Silvercity excursion. Oh well. On with the day.

^8===D Saturday, February 22, 2003, 01:27 p.m.


bamp ^©

It’s been decided by an esteemed group of officials who specialize in the mockery of daytime TV, being me, myself, and I that the world of Days of our lives is the most excruciatingly lame fictional place on “earth”.
Many variables combine to implicate Days in inherent lameness. It’s an utter pity I begrudgingly watched so many episodes as I slowly give into my voyeuristic desires to watch the characters fuck up on a consistent basis. Sick. Revolting. Deplorable and abhorrent.
Nowhere else in TVland than in the realm of soap operas will you find such a high concentration of people who are so blatantly socially inept.
On Days, Valentines Day must have lasted near a full week, which surpasses the normal duration of a “day” by several days. It could have been a week of warm, fuzzy feelings, but no, the producers must draw out the loyal viewers bitterness and resentment towards relationships for an ultra-extended period of time. Perhaps suicide rates among Days, target demographic escalated to numbers competitive with those typical of the Holiday Season because of their endeavor to appease our wanton needs to see people fucking vanilla/Pg 13 style. To add more fuel to my fire, I am petrified with nausea at the sight of Chloe and her pansy-ass boyfriend while they canoodle and caress. She rolls her eyes too much to play a convincing aroused female. Shame on your Chloe. [/rant]

^8===D Friday, February 21, 2003, 03:03 p.m.


beechcump ^©

Since the content of my daily activities has been severely limited to browsing the internet, gaining information on various subjects and watching the food network by the blasted climate of northern Alberta and my own apathy I have become increasingly obsessed with LotR.
How’s that for a doozy of a sentence?
Anywhoo, this entry does have a point, one, which I find amusing as well. Several months ago, at a “movie night” the gang decided we should watch the extended version of Fellowship. Usually when we watch movies, we don’t gain much from the viewing, rather from mocking what’s on screen. Thus the theme of this entry is born. We quickly ascertained that Orlando Bloom as Legolas only has 5 facial expressions, all of which seem to look grossly similar.
No I’m not going to berate or cream myself over his acting “ability”, rather his expressionless emulation of Legolas and the joy it brought to us.

Tepid Water

I really pity the guy. To be on the receiving end of so much praise for his effeminate good looks is one thing, to be caught on film looking like a disgruntled elder is another.

Hot

A remarkable change, however the change although good is somewhat hindered by the look on his face that seems to emote the feeling of being caught down wind from some noxious gaseous emissions.

Really Hot

I must resist my urges to comment on his mentally deficient expression. Sure he’s hot, but he looks brain-dead. Easy pickin’s I say, then.

Super Hot

Nothing I can say will detract from his awe-inspiring beauty, except the interjection sarcastic comments. He sure looks hot when he starts sweating though.

Magnum

!!!!!!!!

That’s, that. Over and out.

^8===D Friday, February 21, 2003, 11:09 a.m.


buzzcar... go buzz go! ^©

Making my way through my day quite smoothly thus far. Then again it is quite early. I found a nifty surprise in my little make-up bag, which I must have forgotten when I placed it there last night.
Today most certainly should prove to be interesting. I’m going out to a show, as well as having pizza with my friend tonight. But that can wait. I think I may finally get around to watching Fellowship this afternoon. It seems I’ve been vacuumed into the banality of routine due to the immense surplus of free time on my hands every weekday. I suppose I should get a job.
More to come later.

^8===D Friday, February 21, 2003, 08:15 a.m.