vats up
just watchin american dad with tiff
she is scratchin my back ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
going to go watch I Shot Andy Warhol now
went to jersey shore last night with my bitch tbag (easy t)
waiting for pics to be uploaded
NO WORK TOMORROW
o--<]:
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
WHATS LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT?
now all i'll get it 7 hours of sleep
i got to start getting farmilliar with transit all over again since i'm trying to be mildly responsible and save my money
that means not taking cabs everywhere i guess
20$ a day really starts to add up some how
at least the worst of winter is kind of almost over, maybe ill buy a bike and this shouldn't happen anymore.
i think i will smoke before bed (i should be sleeping already) and not buy another pack until thursday when i get paid
pack
ew i hate saying a PACK of cigarettes a PACK
thats like saying, lets go out for a SMOKE, hey paula, you got sum SMOKES?
this disgusting foul fat kid used to say that at school but no one else would talk to me so i said yeah i got some smokes
a cigaratte
yes i would love one!
why is everyone quitting smoking? there are more important things in life
like tanning and garage sales and cucumber slices for your baggy eye bags
the thought of quitting smoking makes me want to light 6 cigarettes and smoke them all at once
this is just my brain being stubborn
cause the best part of my life is that i actually hate every second of smoking
i hate the smell i hate how it makes me feel i hate how it hurts my throat i hate how it gives me little pains in my chest i hate how out of breath it makes me i hate how something is always inconveniently ruined or delayed or put off or interrupted by someone saying "who wants to go out for a smoke" ew they would probably say a smoke too and most of all i hate the lingering taste on my teeth!
so the biggest guffaw of all is that i still spend 11$ every 4-5 days buying these garbage oriented pieces of garbage packaged in a first layer of thin transluscent plastic (garbage) second layer of thin cardboard thin enough to cut you (garbage) third layer this silver paper that looks like tinfoils second cousin twice removed (garbage) and there lies our little friend, a tobacco stuffed tube filled with certain cancers and more garbage
yeppp natures Garbage Flambe, causing property damage and forest fires alike since 1923 ;)
seeing someone quit fills me with rage
NO GUYS I SMOKE, YOU SHOULD SMOKE TOO SO I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE POISONING MYSELF
like i should be happy and proud of my friends but it just makes me soooo mad
mostly probably cause no one is ever on board when PAULA wants to quit
when PAULA wants to quit its a stupid idea ALL HAIL THE NICOTEEEEN QUEEN
QUEEEEEEEEEN OF NICOTEEN THATS PAULA BIG FAT STUPID IDIOT UGLY SHITTY PIG PAULA
on a lighter note! my cat is being toilet trained, some pretty darling stuff!
i mostly can't wait until ill accidently walk in on him IM SO SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW! THE DOOR WAS OPENED SLIGHTLY
cause every body knows that no matter how hard they try, cats will never be able to open and close doors.
anyone who says other wise is a filthy liar.
and theres always SOMEONE.. "my cat can close doors! i remember..." SHUT UP
i don't care mostly because you're probably LYING
Lol i assume 80% of what everyone tells me is a lie
is that bad?
is this a problem?
im like oh cool but what really happened i wonder
This is why i hate writing blogs once i pop i just can't stop
*POP*
Good Night my cherabums! cherabutts
cheraassholes
i got to start getting farmilliar with transit all over again since i'm trying to be mildly responsible and save my money
that means not taking cabs everywhere i guess
20$ a day really starts to add up some how
at least the worst of winter is kind of almost over, maybe ill buy a bike and this shouldn't happen anymore.
i think i will smoke before bed (i should be sleeping already) and not buy another pack until thursday when i get paid
pack
ew i hate saying a PACK of cigarettes a PACK
thats like saying, lets go out for a SMOKE, hey paula, you got sum SMOKES?
this disgusting foul fat kid used to say that at school but no one else would talk to me so i said yeah i got some smokes
a cigaratte
yes i would love one!
why is everyone quitting smoking? there are more important things in life
like tanning and garage sales and cucumber slices for your baggy eye bags
the thought of quitting smoking makes me want to light 6 cigarettes and smoke them all at once
this is just my brain being stubborn
cause the best part of my life is that i actually hate every second of smoking
i hate the smell i hate how it makes me feel i hate how it hurts my throat i hate how it gives me little pains in my chest i hate how out of breath it makes me i hate how something is always inconveniently ruined or delayed or put off or interrupted by someone saying "who wants to go out for a smoke" ew they would probably say a smoke too and most of all i hate the lingering taste on my teeth!
so the biggest guffaw of all is that i still spend 11$ every 4-5 days buying these garbage oriented pieces of garbage packaged in a first layer of thin transluscent plastic (garbage) second layer of thin cardboard thin enough to cut you (garbage) third layer this silver paper that looks like tinfoils second cousin twice removed (garbage) and there lies our little friend, a tobacco stuffed tube filled with certain cancers and more garbage
yeppp natures Garbage Flambe, causing property damage and forest fires alike since 1923 ;)
seeing someone quit fills me with rage
NO GUYS I SMOKE, YOU SHOULD SMOKE TOO SO I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE POISONING MYSELF
like i should be happy and proud of my friends but it just makes me soooo mad
mostly probably cause no one is ever on board when PAULA wants to quit
when PAULA wants to quit its a stupid idea ALL HAIL THE NICOTEEEEN QUEEN
QUEEEEEEEEEN OF NICOTEEN THATS PAULA BIG FAT STUPID IDIOT UGLY SHITTY PIG PAULA
on a lighter note! my cat is being toilet trained, some pretty darling stuff!
i mostly can't wait until ill accidently walk in on him IM SO SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW! THE DOOR WAS OPENED SLIGHTLY
cause every body knows that no matter how hard they try, cats will never be able to open and close doors.
anyone who says other wise is a filthy liar.
and theres always SOMEONE.. "my cat can close doors! i remember..." SHUT UP
i don't care mostly because you're probably LYING
Lol i assume 80% of what everyone tells me is a lie
is that bad?
is this a problem?
im like oh cool but what really happened i wonder
This is why i hate writing blogs once i pop i just can't stop
*POP*
Good Night my cherabums! cherabutts
cheraassholes
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
whats your name?
zero
something very interesting is happening to me as i type in this very moment.
My fingers are siezing up, and its getting progressively more difficult to keep my fingers from collapsing into my palm, making a fist.
My joints are popping in and out of place when i try to straighten out my fingers, and it's spreaking to my left hand.
More tense, harder to keep hands open with tingling sensation and moderate pain.
something very interesting is happening to me as i type in this very moment.
My fingers are siezing up, and its getting progressively more difficult to keep my fingers from collapsing into my palm, making a fist.
My joints are popping in and out of place when i try to straighten out my fingers, and it's spreaking to my left hand.
More tense, harder to keep hands open with tingling sensation and moderate pain.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
hey mr. you're on fire
Thanks to the Boyanetta commercial, i have been reunited with the song "in for the kill" skream remix by la roux.
So, now i am listening to it very quietly as i tip-tap away with a sleeping Tiffany right next to me.
She seems to be in a pretty deep drug induced slumber, thanks neocitran, thanks for everything.
La Roux is another band you're not too proud of enjoying, what's new
I keep looking over at my purple lava lamp on the night table and it makes me want to write something metaphoric
Ew
I'm sick again, i dropped my new phone in a toilet, and i'm back to the exact same spot i was 2 weeks ago.
Sick, and phone less.
r e w i n d i n g
Moving forward,
today's issue mulls around the wonderment of "drive."
and how i am terribly lacking there of.
This simple characteristic, this very practical and useful word, is absent from my life, and i guess i'm just wondering, WHY ME?
If i had drive, i would have done well in school, i would have a learners permit or a drivers licence,
i would have a better job, i wouldn't be living at home, i would have better social skills, i would have upgraded, i would have made more music, i would have played some shows, i would have a broader social life, i would have made more friends, i would have kept some old ones, i would have tried harder, i'll try harder, i'll try harder, i'll try harder, i'll try harder
I could blame this on being lazy.
Look everyone, i guess i've come to terms, you're right and this is all me being a lethargic piece of shit
Sorry mom, Sorry god.
I wish i had a passion, or a hobby or an interest other than sleeping and watching TV.
Literally.
I wish i was interesting i wish i could offer something more than just played out run to the ground jokes and facial expressions and an attitude i haven't changed since i hit puberty.
I wish i knew cool facts, i wish i could remember things better, i wish i could smoke weed,
i wish i had a spine, i wish i had guts, i wish i knew how to throw a punch, i wish i had rhythm, i wish i had special skills, i wish i was talented, i wish i was artistic, i wish i was creative, i wish i was weird, i wish i could type properly, i wish i could absorb information like the average person, i wish i was quick witted, i wish i was a naturally nice person, i wish i knew one word to sum up "naturally nice person" but i don't.
i wish i could be selfless, i wish i could go a day without irritability, i wish i cared about more things other than dying and eating, i wish i brought more to the table, i wish i was more transparent, i wish i could relate, i wish i liked to read, i wish i knew how to start and end conversations, i wish i had a bigger vocabulary so i could at least make myself sound more interesting.
I'm just a boring person i guess, I have to fake and force everything, while nothing comes naturally.
We've all committed self fulfilling prophecies, and although perhaps you've never heard the term itself, everyone has done the crime and we're all doing the time.
I know that i'm sentenced to life and i guess being more aware of it actually just ends up sucking more, and makes this whole ordeal even more horrible.
My biggest problem i think beside the aforementioned, is that not only did i fulfill my own negative depressing prophecies i've laid out for myself, but i've listen to everyone else's on top of it.
All i hear is that i'm creative and i'm good at music and i'm going to "make it" and that i'll be famous one day, or maybe i'll be a writer or a poet.
So my whole life i've listen to it, and i've been waiting for me to do something amazing.
In fact, i've gambled my future on it.
I thought, everyone seems to think i'll make a name for myself and be up there.
So, naturally, i know how to make that happen.
It's going to happen, i'll locate the catalyst, i'll kick start the engine, i'll go with the inevitable flo that is the reliable current leading to the amazing dream-come-true outcome of the rest of my very complete life.
Any day now.
Go write a book. Start a band. Create something. Do SOMETHING.
And all this time if been struggling to differentiate what i THINK i should be doing with my life, and what other people TELL me i'm doing with my life.
It's actually created a whole inner conflict within myself and i don't even know what i really think anymore.
What do i even like to do?
I mean it's actually come to that.
Maybe my forte is really a librarian. Or a travel agent.
I'm really not creative i guess, but i guess i give off this vibe or notion that i am, or that people should think i am, and then i have to fake it, and i avoid it, and end up doing something like this.
Sitting in my room at 3am writing shitty things that just make me feel sad.
I'm not even doing a good job at explaining this even, i lack the correct big words to describe in detail how i feel.
Writing should come easy to writers.
"love, my name
love, left dry
wait, don't cry
skeleton me"
I should be enjoying this but i'm not i don't enjoy anything except like i told you sleeping and watching TV
Sorry mom, sorry god
So, now i am listening to it very quietly as i tip-tap away with a sleeping Tiffany right next to me.
She seems to be in a pretty deep drug induced slumber, thanks neocitran, thanks for everything.
La Roux is another band you're not too proud of enjoying, what's new
I keep looking over at my purple lava lamp on the night table and it makes me want to write something metaphoric
Ew
I'm sick again, i dropped my new phone in a toilet, and i'm back to the exact same spot i was 2 weeks ago.
Sick, and phone less.
r e w i n d i n g
Moving forward,
today's issue mulls around the wonderment of "drive."
and how i am terribly lacking there of.
This simple characteristic, this very practical and useful word, is absent from my life, and i guess i'm just wondering, WHY ME?
If i had drive, i would have done well in school, i would have a learners permit or a drivers licence,
i would have a better job, i wouldn't be living at home, i would have better social skills, i would have upgraded, i would have made more music, i would have played some shows, i would have a broader social life, i would have made more friends, i would have kept some old ones, i would have tried harder, i'll try harder, i'll try harder, i'll try harder, i'll try harder
I could blame this on being lazy.
Look everyone, i guess i've come to terms, you're right and this is all me being a lethargic piece of shit
Sorry mom, Sorry god.
I wish i had a passion, or a hobby or an interest other than sleeping and watching TV.
Literally.
I wish i was interesting i wish i could offer something more than just played out run to the ground jokes and facial expressions and an attitude i haven't changed since i hit puberty.
I wish i knew cool facts, i wish i could remember things better, i wish i could smoke weed,
i wish i had a spine, i wish i had guts, i wish i knew how to throw a punch, i wish i had rhythm, i wish i had special skills, i wish i was talented, i wish i was artistic, i wish i was creative, i wish i was weird, i wish i could type properly, i wish i could absorb information like the average person, i wish i was quick witted, i wish i was a naturally nice person, i wish i knew one word to sum up "naturally nice person" but i don't.
i wish i could be selfless, i wish i could go a day without irritability, i wish i cared about more things other than dying and eating, i wish i brought more to the table, i wish i was more transparent, i wish i could relate, i wish i liked to read, i wish i knew how to start and end conversations, i wish i had a bigger vocabulary so i could at least make myself sound more interesting.
I'm just a boring person i guess, I have to fake and force everything, while nothing comes naturally.
We've all committed self fulfilling prophecies, and although perhaps you've never heard the term itself, everyone has done the crime and we're all doing the time.
I know that i'm sentenced to life and i guess being more aware of it actually just ends up sucking more, and makes this whole ordeal even more horrible.
My biggest problem i think beside the aforementioned, is that not only did i fulfill my own negative depressing prophecies i've laid out for myself, but i've listen to everyone else's on top of it.
All i hear is that i'm creative and i'm good at music and i'm going to "make it" and that i'll be famous one day, or maybe i'll be a writer or a poet.
So my whole life i've listen to it, and i've been waiting for me to do something amazing.
In fact, i've gambled my future on it.
I thought, everyone seems to think i'll make a name for myself and be up there.
So, naturally, i know how to make that happen.
It's going to happen, i'll locate the catalyst, i'll kick start the engine, i'll go with the inevitable flo that is the reliable current leading to the amazing dream-come-true outcome of the rest of my very complete life.
Any day now.
Go write a book. Start a band. Create something. Do SOMETHING.
And all this time if been struggling to differentiate what i THINK i should be doing with my life, and what other people TELL me i'm doing with my life.
It's actually created a whole inner conflict within myself and i don't even know what i really think anymore.
What do i even like to do?
I mean it's actually come to that.
Maybe my forte is really a librarian. Or a travel agent.
I'm really not creative i guess, but i guess i give off this vibe or notion that i am, or that people should think i am, and then i have to fake it, and i avoid it, and end up doing something like this.
Sitting in my room at 3am writing shitty things that just make me feel sad.
I'm not even doing a good job at explaining this even, i lack the correct big words to describe in detail how i feel.
Writing should come easy to writers.
"love, my name
love, left dry
wait, don't cry
skeleton me"
I should be enjoying this but i'm not i don't enjoy anything except like i told you sleeping and watching TV
Sorry mom, sorry god
Monday, January 18, 2010
Beer?
Updates updates updatesupdates
What's new in the zoo ugh okay not much brace yourselves
Vebbie Harry took a short trip to California, stopped in Vancouver, and is now currently kicking ass in Lethbridge.
Today is January the 16th or something, It's like prooobably about 7 degrees outside give or take and the snow is continuing to melt making stepping outside of your door an instant hazzard.
thanks for nothing, el nineo.
Hmmmm currently i'm sitting home alone drinking beer Tyler left here
ALWAYS DRINKING BEER
Anyway, cats out of the bag guys, i'm moving out in April with Jack and Tiffany.
At first i kept changing my mind and thinking it was stupid and silly of me to think i could take on such an abundance of responsibility an shit like that.
But then i think about like, what the fuck am i doing here? Working at a dead end job?
Still not going to school? Being miserable? Paying for my own prescriptions, clothing, vitamins, toiletries, phone bill, room and board, leisurely activities?
Some people just have a better home life than i do i guess. A lot of people have a lot worse home life. I'm kind of in the middle, whatever, financially for the most part, i take care of myself.
I have to book my own appointments, get places on my own, buy everything i need by myself.
I know it might seem like moving out is a bad idea, but for the most part i think anyone who would advise against it, benefits greatly from living with parents. I get to sleep under a roof, and there is food for me to eat, as well as electricity, cable, water, and heat. I don't have genuine love or support. My dad and stepmom don't know a single damn thing about me, they don't know how to talk to me, and i'm getting tired of barely being able to just get by humoring them.
Just because i buy my own things doesn't mean i'm READY for living on my own, i understand that.
But quite frankly living here is putting a damper on my drive and motivation to do anything. At all really.
I'm 19 still living at home, with no set plans on registering for post secondary next year.
Bottom line i guess is i'm not being productive here, i'm not saving money, i'm not motivated, and i'm not about to be under this roof.
I really want to get an education, but i'm not ready right now. If i enrolled in post secondary i would probably fuck up. Mentally, i need to learn real responsibility before i waste thousands of dollars fucking up school like i spent the last 14 years of my life doing.
I mean, somehow people my age manage to afford moving out and living on their own, going to school or not. Why can't i?
I'm so sick of playing it safe and not stepping a foot out of my comfort zone and never being able to see what i potentially CAN do.
I'm sick of talking about big things, and having none of them ever really happen.
I asked my mom on her opinion and she gave it pretty honestly. She said shes a bit worried about how my brother would get by financial but i explained that if he was paying car insurance, Tiffany and i would pay the majority of the cost of rent + utilities.
She also said that she can help me out with whatever i need, and that she'll never forget how excited she was to move out for the first time. And there's nothing that can compare to the feeling of being independant and on your own.
So i'm really excited. I'm excited because i know moving out with Tiffany doesn't mean we have to get married, and stay together forever. It means that we are both comfortable and willing to make another commitment together, and we are both prepared to face whatever comes out of it.
We don't have to even sign a 1 year lease together if we didn't want to.
My brother could move out with a girlfriend or friend in the future if he wanted to, too.
I could afford living by myself if i wanted to. Nothing has to be permanent and i'm not scared anymoreee at the thought of disaster striking.
I could use a LITTLE bit of life experience. Especially if i want to successfully persue careers i'm interested in. Why not start when i'm young and able?
PLUSSS my bestfriend gets to come sleep over whenever he wants and his boyfriend could stay over too if he can't at his house! where he is welcome anyyy time and i can have box wine for my sister!
i have considered everything and ive thought about the worst and i'm willing to give this a shot.
In other news my cat is adorable skjfhalskjfskjkeekekkjld;akjf
also i have to do laundry and clean my room and its gonna take hoouuuurrss
why can't laundry do itself that would be really cool.
Ashleys bday is coming and i'm excited for ashley kayla and tyler and tibz sjsaadskjfhfdfd
LAST THING MY COLD IS GONE
WHERE IN THE WORLD IS VEBBIE HARRY?
What's new in the zoo ugh okay not much brace yourselves
Vebbie Harry took a short trip to California, stopped in Vancouver, and is now currently kicking ass in Lethbridge.
Today is January the 16th or something, It's like prooobably about 7 degrees outside give or take and the snow is continuing to melt making stepping outside of your door an instant hazzard.
thanks for nothing, el nineo.
Hmmmm currently i'm sitting home alone drinking beer Tyler left here
ALWAYS DRINKING BEER
Anyway, cats out of the bag guys, i'm moving out in April with Jack and Tiffany.
At first i kept changing my mind and thinking it was stupid and silly of me to think i could take on such an abundance of responsibility an shit like that.
But then i think about like, what the fuck am i doing here? Working at a dead end job?
Still not going to school? Being miserable? Paying for my own prescriptions, clothing, vitamins, toiletries, phone bill, room and board, leisurely activities?
Some people just have a better home life than i do i guess. A lot of people have a lot worse home life. I'm kind of in the middle, whatever, financially for the most part, i take care of myself.
I have to book my own appointments, get places on my own, buy everything i need by myself.
I know it might seem like moving out is a bad idea, but for the most part i think anyone who would advise against it, benefits greatly from living with parents. I get to sleep under a roof, and there is food for me to eat, as well as electricity, cable, water, and heat. I don't have genuine love or support. My dad and stepmom don't know a single damn thing about me, they don't know how to talk to me, and i'm getting tired of barely being able to just get by humoring them.
Just because i buy my own things doesn't mean i'm READY for living on my own, i understand that.
But quite frankly living here is putting a damper on my drive and motivation to do anything. At all really.
I'm 19 still living at home, with no set plans on registering for post secondary next year.
Bottom line i guess is i'm not being productive here, i'm not saving money, i'm not motivated, and i'm not about to be under this roof.
I really want to get an education, but i'm not ready right now. If i enrolled in post secondary i would probably fuck up. Mentally, i need to learn real responsibility before i waste thousands of dollars fucking up school like i spent the last 14 years of my life doing.
I mean, somehow people my age manage to afford moving out and living on their own, going to school or not. Why can't i?
I'm so sick of playing it safe and not stepping a foot out of my comfort zone and never being able to see what i potentially CAN do.
I'm sick of talking about big things, and having none of them ever really happen.
I asked my mom on her opinion and she gave it pretty honestly. She said shes a bit worried about how my brother would get by financial but i explained that if he was paying car insurance, Tiffany and i would pay the majority of the cost of rent + utilities.
She also said that she can help me out with whatever i need, and that she'll never forget how excited she was to move out for the first time. And there's nothing that can compare to the feeling of being independant and on your own.
So i'm really excited. I'm excited because i know moving out with Tiffany doesn't mean we have to get married, and stay together forever. It means that we are both comfortable and willing to make another commitment together, and we are both prepared to face whatever comes out of it.
We don't have to even sign a 1 year lease together if we didn't want to.
My brother could move out with a girlfriend or friend in the future if he wanted to, too.
I could afford living by myself if i wanted to. Nothing has to be permanent and i'm not scared anymoreee at the thought of disaster striking.
I could use a LITTLE bit of life experience. Especially if i want to successfully persue careers i'm interested in. Why not start when i'm young and able?
PLUSSS my bestfriend gets to come sleep over whenever he wants and his boyfriend could stay over too if he can't at his house! where he is welcome anyyy time and i can have box wine for my sister!
i have considered everything and ive thought about the worst and i'm willing to give this a shot.
In other news my cat is adorable skjfhalskjfskjkeekekkjld;akjf
also i have to do laundry and clean my room and its gonna take hoouuuurrss
why can't laundry do itself that would be really cool.
Ashleys bday is coming and i'm excited for ashley kayla and tyler and tibz sjsaadskjfhfdfd
LAST THING MY COLD IS GONE
WHERE IN THE WORLD IS VEBBIE HARRY?
Thursday, January 14, 2010
who will love me like the ocean does
that's the way that it is... i live under a bell-shaped curve for being average.
i know you have been wanting to mention i treat myself because i'm dying for attention.
and then i take a sword in my hand, and climb up a mountain,
and call the names of the people i know that'll rock me in the end
"lie rest assured you'll get your own."
that's the way that it goes.... i climbed so bloody high, i couldn't stop my bleeding nose.
i treat myself and it feels good so i treat more and when i spin,
touching you is less of a chore.
i know you have been wanting to mention i treat myself because i'm dying for attention.
and then i take a sword in my hand, and climb up a mountain,
and call the names of the people i know that'll rock me in the end
"lie rest assured you'll get your own."
that's the way that it goes.... i climbed so bloody high, i couldn't stop my bleeding nose.
i treat myself and it feels good so i treat more and when i spin,
touching you is less of a chore.
i'm sorry, ms jackson
I'd make a good alcoholic, because i hate drinking just one beer.
But i'll do it anyway cause you never know when someones gonna approach you one day,
and ask if you want to be featured on a documentary about addiction.
next thing you know you're walking in to a room full of family and friends and some old wench named Candy inviting you to sit down.
So i'm just drinking one beer.
We should go down to the mall, look at people, judge them all, judge them before they judge us, and leave there feeling bad.
We should sit and pick our hands, i think you're a genius
and when we make your hangnails bleed you deserve a pHd.
If i pay you 5 dollars would you try to make my bed?
If i pay you 10 could you make me well instead
But i'll do it anyway cause you never know when someones gonna approach you one day,
and ask if you want to be featured on a documentary about addiction.
next thing you know you're walking in to a room full of family and friends and some old wench named Candy inviting you to sit down.
So i'm just drinking one beer.
We should go down to the mall, look at people, judge them all, judge them before they judge us, and leave there feeling bad.
We should sit and pick our hands, i think you're a genius
and when we make your hangnails bleed you deserve a pHd.
If i pay you 5 dollars would you try to make my bed?
If i pay you 10 could you make me well instead
Sunday, January 10, 2010
we have got to take cover
hi
i've been having some troubles swallowing tonight
i hope it's not a tumor. But it's probably a tumor.
not much is new, or even exciting.
once again banes of my existence are floating about, as per usual, but i'm not too bothered
i'll keep speaking in a bantering tone if you agree to reciprocate and keep our arguments short and sweet.
if it's still relevant, who killed the electric car?
oh um i'm not too sure, lets see, 3 hours later.
Repetitive repeating here we go, getting somwhere
no hey you know what?
lets throw a funeral for it, and cry at the podeum infront of a small crowd!
we all know its disgusting, what's new?
who killed the electric car?
me, i did
Here we go, they're back again. Look alive, worn your friends.
We are warm, and we are safe. Enjoy it while you can, before things change.
Lie down in a field if you can, look at the night sky. Where does it end?
Sometimes it hurts when you care about me...
but it's going to hurt more when they take you away from me.
Midnight knocks, explosions, maybe this is all made up in our heads.
This happens to me when i'm bored,
or depressed.
i've been having some troubles swallowing tonight
i hope it's not a tumor. But it's probably a tumor.
not much is new, or even exciting.
once again banes of my existence are floating about, as per usual, but i'm not too bothered
i'll keep speaking in a bantering tone if you agree to reciprocate and keep our arguments short and sweet.
if it's still relevant, who killed the electric car?
oh um i'm not too sure, lets see, 3 hours later.
Repetitive repeating here we go, getting somwhere
no hey you know what?
lets throw a funeral for it, and cry at the podeum infront of a small crowd!
we all know its disgusting, what's new?
who killed the electric car?
me, i did
Here we go, they're back again. Look alive, worn your friends.
We are warm, and we are safe. Enjoy it while you can, before things change.
Lie down in a field if you can, look at the night sky. Where does it end?
Sometimes it hurts when you care about me...
but it's going to hurt more when they take you away from me.
Midnight knocks, explosions, maybe this is all made up in our heads.
This happens to me when i'm bored,
or depressed.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Pre Dinner Mint
Okay so happy dick sucking new years, every single one of you no good gritty assholed bum fucking maggots
Hah, ha! Just kidding or so you hope
Moving forward:
Hello,
My friend gave me the idea to sum up my 2009, i saw no copyright, thus going ahead and giving myself the thumbs up.
Moving forward:
I'll attempt to wrack my brain, for what it's worth, and try to remember important details month by month. (This should be a pretty short blog.)
Janurary- January started out to be a really stressful year. I had done drugs at a friends house new years eve, mixed it with alcohol, and lets say i alternated between shivering and overheating the whole night. (5$ to the person who can assume what i was on!) I suppose it didn't matter that i couldn't sleep, because i was text fighting with my current girlfriend the entire night and evening and next morning and next few of days after that. A week to be exact. I suppose to some degree i deserved it or something. I just can't balance my time, i can't divide my attention and i can't make everyone happy. Isn't that strange? (UPDATE: today is my one year aniversary of being drug free.) To be honest guys, i don't really feel as though i've accomplished anything. Anyways, January 8th i ended things with her after an entire week of fighting . I was also exhausted from the previous year. Just didn't have it in me anymore i guess, i'm getting older. We tried.
February- February was a brutal, nasty, cold month. I spent a lot of my time defending myself and trying to get on with everything. It was also the same month Tiffany came down. What do you know! she asked me to be her girlfriend badabingbadaboom, guess we hit it off. (UPDATE: we are currently in our 11 month together. Rock.) This was also the same month i had an interview at APRA. I did not enjoy the interview, i did not enjoy my step-mother tagging along and stealing the show, I did not enjoy having "music is a business" drilled in my head 1 million times from start to finish. I walked out of the building pretending to be entusiastic and fullfilled. But i really left disappointed and a portion of my drive for entertainment died that day. (UPDATE: APRA never happened, fuck it!)
March- March was a slow uneventful month. Bands of choice were Alphabeat, Matt and Kim, Modest Mouse (UPDATE: i am now drinking a beer. SO?) I can't remember if Tiffany visited me this month or not. She probably did. And i probably loved it and shit.
April- This was a great month is the history of ME. My friend Cally and her family went away on vacation, and my best bud Tyler and i got to house sit for an entire week. KINGS. It was awesome, he would go to work in the morning, i would go to work in the afternoon, he would come home and have dinner ready for me. We smoked a fucking lot. We drank a lot too. We invited people over, we slept in the same bed every night, we ate expired food, we ashed all over everything (well i did..), we reaped havoc, and made messes. COOL! Tiffany also visted me that week and stayed a night at Callys. The 6th was my birthday. It was not too exciting, Tiffany was adorable and painted me things, and got me presents and took inapropriate webcam pictures with me on the iMac. Nothing special. Jesus i love Ty and Tiff a lot. (UPDATE: WE WILL NEVER BE ASKED TO HOUSE SIT EVER AGAIN)
May- May was a good month. I started hanging out with Vebbie Harry a lot more. DEFINITION: BIG SIS. This was also the time period i started to pay attention and with the help of Vebbie, i became interested in Feminism, and got introduced and bought some great books. Bands of choice Modest Mouse
June- I actually have little to no recolection of June. Hmmm. That may or may not have been the month Tyler got his drivers lisence and I helped my mom help my sister move in to her new place, and my mom was diagnosed with emphysema and nothing has really sucked more.
July- I`m about 80% sure this is the month i visited Tiffany in Surrey, BC. We stayed at her moms tiny house. She made me coffee every morning to wake me up. The trip wasn`t very nice. I felt sick the entire time, and was pretty positive my intestines were infested with parasites of anything. I met her friends and i looooooooved when we got to actually go into Vancouver and see the city and stuff. So pretty and shit. That was a rocky month for me and Tiff. But we plowed through it, DIDN`T WE BABE? (UPDATE: Have not been to BC since)
August- August was THUMBS UP, A+, WOULD DO AGAIN. Me, my brother, my sister, and her friend Jessica took a trip to Sylvan Lake. I can't even begin to describe how much fucking fun that trip was. It didn't even make sense how fucking great. It was the DEFINITION of vacation. Everyday was just so much fun and we got the sun 10/10 and i burnt and napped in the sun and drank caesars and got my underaged brother into a pub, and we drank morning to pass out everryday, and we got KFC and 2 free salads, we got ice cream from the big MOO and we met vespa and i got called a dyke and i got to be URSULA and be wicked and hate jews simotaneously and yeahyeaheyaheayaheayah. It was AWESOME. This was also the spawn of Tylers latest boyfriend, Cody. I didn't enjoy Cody's company from the first moment we shared a cab together. Don't get me wrong, he wasnt a bad kid but, he definately clashed with my personally worse than most people i've met in my life. Tyler was really happy though so i dealt with it as best as i could. However i probably wasn't the greatest friend all the time because of it. I avoided seeing him in fear i'd say something i'd regret. Any time we got in a bit of an argument it always got suuuper awkward or uncomfortable. He was the very first of Tylers love interests that i didn't get along with. The plus was that he lived near me, and i got to see Tyler tonnes.
September- Ummmmmmm OH the very end of this month, Tiffany moved to Calgary. The first week was a shit show. We had to move her stuff to one aunts, and then find out we had to move it to anothers. It was really exciting and shit and it was the best thing ever and we spend every day together!
October- This was Vebbie Harrys birthday extravaganza. Tiffany living here made us pretty unseperable. We went to a few parties together, but nothing exciting. Halloween was nothing special. I didn't spend it with Tiffany, and i didn't spend it with my friends. I cleaned my room and went to bed or something. This was the month i got my first kitten, Quasi. He rules and shit, so adorable and such a fucking bastard cat. xoxo
November- This month Tiffany's aunt wanted her out, and, so, she moved in!!! Wo0oW)owwow0wo0wow0wow0wo (UPDATE: shes still here ahahah) It made me realize that i really love her, and the months when i thought i did, i probably didn't. She's never meant more to me and stuff. Tyler and Cody ended things. I'm happy that he is being good and dealing with everything really well. I know he's going to find someone way. better.
December- CHristmas, And new years party. Its dinner time though.
SMell you later
Hah, ha! Just kidding or so you hope
Moving forward:
Hello,
My friend gave me the idea to sum up my 2009, i saw no copyright, thus going ahead and giving myself the thumbs up.
Moving forward:
I'll attempt to wrack my brain, for what it's worth, and try to remember important details month by month. (This should be a pretty short blog.)
Janurary- January started out to be a really stressful year. I had done drugs at a friends house new years eve, mixed it with alcohol, and lets say i alternated between shivering and overheating the whole night. (5$ to the person who can assume what i was on!) I suppose it didn't matter that i couldn't sleep, because i was text fighting with my current girlfriend the entire night and evening and next morning and next few of days after that. A week to be exact. I suppose to some degree i deserved it or something. I just can't balance my time, i can't divide my attention and i can't make everyone happy. Isn't that strange? (UPDATE: today is my one year aniversary of being drug free.) To be honest guys, i don't really feel as though i've accomplished anything. Anyways, January 8th i ended things with her after an entire week of fighting . I was also exhausted from the previous year. Just didn't have it in me anymore i guess, i'm getting older. We tried.
February- February was a brutal, nasty, cold month. I spent a lot of my time defending myself and trying to get on with everything. It was also the same month Tiffany came down. What do you know! she asked me to be her girlfriend badabingbadaboom, guess we hit it off. (UPDATE: we are currently in our 11 month together. Rock.) This was also the same month i had an interview at APRA. I did not enjoy the interview, i did not enjoy my step-mother tagging along and stealing the show, I did not enjoy having "music is a business" drilled in my head 1 million times from start to finish. I walked out of the building pretending to be entusiastic and fullfilled. But i really left disappointed and a portion of my drive for entertainment died that day. (UPDATE: APRA never happened, fuck it!)
March- March was a slow uneventful month. Bands of choice were Alphabeat, Matt and Kim, Modest Mouse (UPDATE: i am now drinking a beer. SO?) I can't remember if Tiffany visited me this month or not. She probably did. And i probably loved it and shit.
April- This was a great month is the history of ME. My friend Cally and her family went away on vacation, and my best bud Tyler and i got to house sit for an entire week. KINGS. It was awesome, he would go to work in the morning, i would go to work in the afternoon, he would come home and have dinner ready for me. We smoked a fucking lot. We drank a lot too. We invited people over, we slept in the same bed every night, we ate expired food, we ashed all over everything (well i did..), we reaped havoc, and made messes. COOL! Tiffany also visted me that week and stayed a night at Callys. The 6th was my birthday. It was not too exciting, Tiffany was adorable and painted me things, and got me presents and took inapropriate webcam pictures with me on the iMac. Nothing special. Jesus i love Ty and Tiff a lot. (UPDATE: WE WILL NEVER BE ASKED TO HOUSE SIT EVER AGAIN)
May- May was a good month. I started hanging out with Vebbie Harry a lot more. DEFINITION: BIG SIS. This was also the time period i started to pay attention and with the help of Vebbie, i became interested in Feminism, and got introduced and bought some great books. Bands of choice Modest Mouse
June- I actually have little to no recolection of June. Hmmm. That may or may not have been the month Tyler got his drivers lisence and I helped my mom help my sister move in to her new place, and my mom was diagnosed with emphysema and nothing has really sucked more.
July- I`m about 80% sure this is the month i visited Tiffany in Surrey, BC. We stayed at her moms tiny house. She made me coffee every morning to wake me up. The trip wasn`t very nice. I felt sick the entire time, and was pretty positive my intestines were infested with parasites of anything. I met her friends and i looooooooved when we got to actually go into Vancouver and see the city and stuff. So pretty and shit. That was a rocky month for me and Tiff. But we plowed through it, DIDN`T WE BABE? (UPDATE: Have not been to BC since)
August- August was THUMBS UP, A+, WOULD DO AGAIN. Me, my brother, my sister, and her friend Jessica took a trip to Sylvan Lake. I can't even begin to describe how much fucking fun that trip was. It didn't even make sense how fucking great. It was the DEFINITION of vacation. Everyday was just so much fun and we got the sun 10/10 and i burnt and napped in the sun and drank caesars and got my underaged brother into a pub, and we drank morning to pass out everryday, and we got KFC and 2 free salads, we got ice cream from the big MOO and we met vespa and i got called a dyke and i got to be URSULA and be wicked and hate jews simotaneously and yeahyeaheyaheayaheayah. It was AWESOME. This was also the spawn of Tylers latest boyfriend, Cody. I didn't enjoy Cody's company from the first moment we shared a cab together. Don't get me wrong, he wasnt a bad kid but, he definately clashed with my personally worse than most people i've met in my life. Tyler was really happy though so i dealt with it as best as i could. However i probably wasn't the greatest friend all the time because of it. I avoided seeing him in fear i'd say something i'd regret. Any time we got in a bit of an argument it always got suuuper awkward or uncomfortable. He was the very first of Tylers love interests that i didn't get along with. The plus was that he lived near me, and i got to see Tyler tonnes.
September- Ummmmmmm OH the very end of this month, Tiffany moved to Calgary. The first week was a shit show. We had to move her stuff to one aunts, and then find out we had to move it to anothers. It was really exciting and shit and it was the best thing ever and we spend every day together!
October- This was Vebbie Harrys birthday extravaganza. Tiffany living here made us pretty unseperable. We went to a few parties together, but nothing exciting. Halloween was nothing special. I didn't spend it with Tiffany, and i didn't spend it with my friends. I cleaned my room and went to bed or something. This was the month i got my first kitten, Quasi. He rules and shit, so adorable and such a fucking bastard cat. xoxo
November- This month Tiffany's aunt wanted her out, and, so, she moved in!!! Wo0oW)owwow0wo0wow0wow0wo (UPDATE: shes still here ahahah) It made me realize that i really love her, and the months when i thought i did, i probably didn't. She's never meant more to me and stuff. Tyler and Cody ended things. I'm happy that he is being good and dealing with everything really well. I know he's going to find someone way. better.
December- CHristmas, And new years party. Its dinner time though.
SMell you later
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