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[07 Feb 2008|11:21pm] |
Well, I certainly haven't updated in a long time. I might resume updating IF people are still actually paying attention to me! Because the only point of writing anything is for attention, obviously. So, comment if you love me! ☺ (Well, you can also comment if you're anything less than indifferent, it doesn't really have to be "love," I don't want to make this awkward for anyone.)
And yes, I have learned the proper placement of commas within quotation marks during the year or so since my last post! Thanks for noticing!
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[02 Aug 2006|07:22pm] |
OMG, I think I'm going to cry!
Simon's mom threw out the teleport chair this morning... O_O
My life is ruined. :( :( For the rest of my life I'm going to remember how cool the teleport chair was and how unbelievably awesome it would have looked in my room and how nice its cold hard plexiglass seat would feel on my soft bottom. :( This is probably how it feels to lose a relative. Not a really really close relative, but like a favourite cousin or something. I am seriously never going to get over this. EVER.
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[20 Jun 2006|03:59am] |
Every time I leave my house, pop culture makes me just a little bit angrier. >:(
Elaborating on this statement is useless. All of it. Me. Angry. Grr.
[I was just accidentally reminded of this fact when I accidentally stumbled across the website for a Spice-Girls-Style girl group called Cookie. (Go to the "Do It Again video" link to read many sentences by these people if you'd like to feel my anger.) It would take far too much effort for me to explain why this makes me angry. Or rather why this reminds me of my generalised anger towards all of popular culture. It just does. Joy. I hate people.]
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[09 Jun 2006|08:59pm] |
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On a slightly outdated note, this was me trying to capture my feelings on camera while studying for one of my exams:
Success!
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[29 May 2006|09:39pm] |
Today I was driving through the ghetto and this guy who looked like a vaguely Renton-from-Trainspotting-esque kind of character was walking down the sidewalk with no shirt on, and his pants were so low that you could see ALL of his pubic hair and possibly a bit of the top of his penis. So while driving I stared back all like "wtf!?" And then I ran a red light. Yay! Luckily I didn't get in trouble of any sort even though there was tons of traffic, it must have JUST turned red. Anyways it was totally worth seeing the miracle of a young man's pants actually being held up by his penis (because the slight protrusion of the base of his penis is the only thing that low down which could have possibly held up his pants).
Incidentally now that it's really hot outside the ghetto is an interesting place. And by interesting I mean disgusting and full of crackheads with beerbellies and mullets wearing aboslutely nothing except a pair of tight short 80s shorts and such. Yum.
Also, you know how I had that photo of a turn with four no-left turn signs? Well, today on Wellington I found a small intersection with FIVE no-left turn signs. It was awesome, I'm going to go back there with a camera one day.
GEN COME VISIT ME!!!! You know you want to see these miracles with your own two eyes.
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[18 May 2006|11:54am] |
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Well, my new room at my new house is so HUGE! I feel like a princess. I really need a rug in my bedroom though. The floor is so hard and cold. :( Also I work at KFC now. It's... okay. ☺
I love the song I'm listening to right now because of the part where he sings "Well I would give my life to you! (out of my mind on dope and speed)." It sounds all sexy.
Anyways, I haven't been doing TOO much lately... You know how sometimes you have a friend and then you hang out with them one night and they act so repulsively that you just don't like them anymore? Well that's been happening a little too often lately... I wonder if it's them or me.
Haha, I just remembered a funny story. Someone told me that they did IQ tests and scored 98th or 99th percentile (as in better than 98-99% of the population) in all aspects of the tests; math, language, etc... Except in punctuation comprehension, where they scored 7th percentile, which is almost retard level. Heh.
Um yes that's it. I'm coming back to Sudbury this weekend too! For Saturday/Sunday/Monday. Woo! For once I haven't been doing anything HERE, so Sudbury might actually be my most exciting option. Oh and Allisson is sexy and I want to finally be able to exchange engagement rings. YAY WE'RE GETTING MARRIED! I'm going to go make a crayon drawing of us holding hands with a big heart behind us. And a rainbow.
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[28 Apr 2006|03:43am] |
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Well, exams are over. It feels great, I can actually DO things now, like read books, or even sit for five hours in a row playing Tetris DX and listening to Green Day like I did all the time in grade 12, without feeling guilty that I'm not instead doing something productive to rectify how behind I am on all my schoolwork. Yay!!
On the other hand I almost wish they weren't over so that I could still look forward to maybe actually studying for one and doing well on it...
Oh man, my last exam... I didn't study at ALL the night before until about 6am, then studied from 6am until 9am when the exam was... I seriously have to be the worst person in the whole world at studying. I don't think anyone could possibly be worse than me... Like for example, about 6 hours before my exam was supposed to be written I suddenly had the urge to see if I could make a photo look really videogamish...
( ...and made THIS )
...Which was fun but MAN, it was totally random and had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I had an exam in 6 hours for which I hadn't done any work at all... And then I saw Silent Hill the movie and realised that nothing could be as cool as Silent Hill anyways. Mmmmm Silent Hill.
But yeah... in conclusion I wish I had another exam on which to prove I am not a retard... But I'd probably screw that one up anyways, so just as well they're over.
Now I just have to move out of my house (on Monday, new house, BIGGER ROOM w00t!!) and find a job (interview on Sunday at KFC... mmfriedchicken...) and maybe try to get some Ritalin prescribed to me. No seriously. :)
You know what's really ironic? According to the DSM-IV, the only diagnostic trait of ADD that I don't show is losing things, and the only thing I lost ALL YEAR is my written psychiatric referral for ADD assessment from my family doctor... Hahaha.
Ugh, on an unrelated note, I think I hear random drunk jocks making noises outside. Today the jocks that live two houses down and always hang around the yard without shirts put their couch on the roof and were yelling random jockish things like "WOOOO!!!!!" and "YEAAHHH!!!" at people who walked by, and randomly jumping off the roof onto things while also yelling "WOO! YEAH!!", etc. Ughhh... *shivers of disgust* I should seriously videotape those guys some day. They are like a bad sitcom portrayal of a frat-house... ALL THE TIME... I mean, wtf... how do they even EXIST?
Hahha, this journal entry sounded kinda pissed-off... but believe it or not I am actually HAPPY right now! YAY no school! Too bad some cool people like my neighbours Remy and Justin are leaving for the summer... but school just out, warm weather... this is definitely the best time of year.
I stop rambling now. ♥
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[19 Apr 2006|06:36pm] |
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You know what's really interesting? The California Sex Offender Registry. Almost every single sex offender has a mustache. I knew you had to be a weirdo to have a mustache.
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[17 Apr 2006|12:03am] |
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← I have a weird profile... It's really shapely, kinda exaggerated and comic-book-ish. I think I like it, but I'm not sure yet... I don't see it much.
In other news, isn't it amazing how I am able to sit at my computer for 6 hours straight and yet accomplish absolutely nothing?
Uuuugh. Must find something useful to do... My exam on Wednesday is for one of my most difficult and least favourite classes (Shakespeare... I HATE Shakespeare!) so I really don't feel like studying for it just yet, even though to actually know all the course material it would probably take at least 80 hours of straight reading... ha, as if that's going to happen.
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Well I'm not being very interesting so I think I'll just continue with my doing absolutely nothing. ☺
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| Finds Jesus. |
[10 Apr 2006|10:58pm] |
Don't you hate annoying drunk people who run across the road even though there are clearly too many cars? And don't you hate people who make out in front of everyone? Well, I got revenge on BOTH of those last week!
So I was driving along on Saturday night, just minding my own business, and this group of drunk people runs across the street ahead of me. Now, when people dash across the street I like to NOT slow down, you know, put a little fear o' God into them. Normally their timing is good enough that I don't actually have to brake for them anyway. But these guys would have definitely gotten hit if I didn't brake. Soo I carefully timed it... I just tapped a little bit on the brake so I wouldn't hit them, but I seriously came within a meter of this ditzy-looking drunk girl in high heels. She jumped onto the sidewalk and SCREAMED, and that totally made my day. ☺
And speaking of making strangers scream, last week I dropped by Call the Office (a BAR) to say hi to people just before it was about to close. When I found Colin and Simon and whatever random people I don't know who they were with on the porch, there were two people making out in the corner of the patio. According to others they'd been making out for like ten minutes. The girl was like sitting on top of the guy, it was really gross. And everybody knows that making out in bars pisses people off, and therefore in choosing to ignore this fact they were, well, totally asking for it. But the perfect thing is that they were sitting in the corner where the wall meets this high wooden fence that separates the patio from the street... So if, say, someone were to take Simon's cup of ice outside, they'd have been able to just reach over and dump it next to the wall, and could have aimed perfectly without showing anything more than their arm to the people inside. No one would ever know who did it. I was like "Guys, someone HAS to do this!!" and no one would... and it was tooo perfect so I decided I had to do it. So I ran outside, dumped the cup, heard a girl SCREAM on the other side of the fence... hahah, clearly a hit. Then I ran around through a parking lot and came back to the bar from the other side... They wouldn't let me back in 'cause it was closing, but it was totally worth it. Apparently they stopped making out after that. ☺
And that is how I made two girls scream last week. Yay!
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[01 Apr 2006|06:53pm] |
I've found another photo of my and my sister's makeout session for your viewing pleasure:
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← Allison, with a coy smile, pulls my arm in toward her prepubescent breast. What an adorable moment for my parents to capture on camera.
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Incidentally, according to Satanism, stupidity is a sin. Isn't that awesome?
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[12 Mar 2006|09:43pm] |
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Hmm, apparently my family album has some veeery interesting photos...
↑ This is me and my sister Allison engaging in a passionate kiss. (I'm the one on the right.)
↑ Graduation at Little Red Apple preschool. Guess which one is me... That's right, I'm the pissed-off one who refuses to wear the hat because it's "stupid".
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[08 Mar 2006|03:09am] |
Awwwwww! It has a hat:
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ awwwwwwwwww!!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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[07 Mar 2006|05:48am] |
oh memories...
Incidentally, did you know that Pamela Anderson is Canadian? Normally I scoff at people who think that it actually matters whether famous people are Canadian or not (as if it gives YOU as a Canadian more worth if other Canadians are famous... hint: you are still not famous), but man, Pamela Anderson is considered like the epitome of the sexy lady. That's pretty special. The only other one with the same calibre of reputation would be Jenna Jameson, but I think she's ugly and repulsive so she doesn't count.
On an unrelated note...
As a learning tool, I have compiled a list of the most annoying questions ever. Sadly, these questions get asked of me alot more often than they should be. Please do not ask me any of the following, as I will not answer and will probably just explain to you why your question is annoying and unanswerable. And nobody likes a lecture.
The following questions are unbearably annoying and make me want to kill myself:
- "What were you doing in there that took so long?" (double the irritation if "in there" means the bathroom... as if I'll actually give you a play-by-play of all the things I did in the bathroom)
- "What do you do in your room all day?" Apparently you don't spend any time alone if you can't even IMAGINE what one might do in one's room. Do you maybe think I am so cool that I'll say something exciting and out-of-the-ordinary, like that I'm conducting top secret research experiments or making internet porn or something?
- "Why do you wear so much black?" It's aesthetically pleasing to me, obviously. What other answer could there be? I'm a walking Holocaust memorial? I find answering with "why DON'T you wear so much black?" is the simplest and easiest way point out the absurdity of this question...
- "Why didn't you answer your phone when I called earlier? Where were you?" That's just plain intrusive. If I don't volunteer to explain, it means it's either uninteresting or private, in which case my answer will be either boring or a lie. And my lies are pretty boring too. Incidentally this is the exact same problem with the first two questions on this list... Maybe we're onto something! O_o
- "What's with the _____?" where the blank is replaced by something to which there is clearly no more meaning or significance than is already apparent. For example, if someone were watching Family Guy and asked "What's with the talking dog?*", would that not be absolutely horrendously irritating and unanswerable (since if they don't already get it, they're probably incapable of doing so...)?
♥
* credit to James, who told me about how his roommate actually asked this...
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[20 Feb 2006|07:44pm] |
I realised that if you want to actually know what I've been doing in my free time, you should go to Simon's LJ and press ctrl+f and search for "Eivor", because he actually writes alot more about what I'm up to than I do.
Today was nightmarish. I had a three hour studio art class in which we were supposed to be making "sculpture" out of random garbage with groups of four. Everyone else somehow failed to see how arbitrary and pointless the entire project was, and took it all very very seriously. Which means that for three hours I sat with some other people staring at a pile of garbage. Every so often someone would move something, someone else would say they hated it and move it back, and then we would all resume staring at the pile of garbage aka sculpture, completely stumped. For THREE HOURS. My head hurts. >_<
Maybe if I actually took abstract contemporary art seriously I wouldn't feel like the last three hours were so very gruelling and useless... But somehow I just can't. For example:
Professor: "...This artist tries to give colour a shape. Now that's interesting. Usually you try to give shape a colour..."
Is it interesting? Yes. Does it have any relevance to me as a human being that makes me actually care? No.
And this, I realise, is why contemporary conceptual art aka "high art" (the stuff you find in art galleries) sucks, and is probably why most people who are not university visual arts graduates don't like it for anything other than trippiness value. Though I must say, some of it is indeed good for trippiness value.
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| happy sequel! |
[06 Feb 2006|09:17pm] |
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Well since Simon and Angelo both asked for a follow-up to the last post (or maybe Simon was just asking for anything at all of my precious writing)... I don't feel bad anymore. I'm glad Simon is not a porn star. Yay! Hi Simon! You're still normal and I can still talk to you! It's probably for his own good anyway.
In other news, I'm sick. Again. Argh.
Oh yeah, and here's where I had to turn left once:
Ugh. Now I shall return to my lonely sick wallowing.
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[25 Jan 2006|07:24pm] |
So, Simon called me and was talking to me and said that the porn guy who was going to get him signed wanted him to go "party" tomorrow night with him and one of the girls from College Invasion 4 who was going to be visiting town. Creepily enough College Invasion 4 is like the only porno I've seen. And somehow when he said that he was going to hang out with the porn guy and the girl from College Invasion 4 I just couldn't say anything to him, my mind was completely blank. I just went all quiet and said I had to go.
And then Simon called me back ten minutes later and said that he’d just phoned the guy and called the whole thing off, even though he’d have made $100,000 cash just to start, and then another $25,000 for every movie he made in which all he’d have to do was have sex with girls on camera and possibly kiss some guys.
Question: Should I feel bad?
I think I might have also told him that if he went into porn I would see him as a different person and couldn’t be his friend anymore...
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[24 Jan 2006|04:00am] |
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OMG I HAVE TO STAY UP ALL NIGHT IF I'M GOING TO PASS THE TEST AT 11:30am AND IF I SLEEP I WILL FAIL. OMGOMGOMGetc.
I haven't ever in my entire life actually been able to stay up an entire night without falling asleep, I've tried but always ended up sleeping at least an hour. Caffeine makes no difference, nor does anything anyone else says makes them stay awake. I have a mighty powerful sleep drive.
And I am SO incredibly sick of reading Shakespeare... Can I really do this for 7 more hours? Do I have a choice? Am I going to fail?
Uuuugggggh kill me. Or hug me. Or give me money to buy stuff that makes me feel better. ☺
I wish I wasn't such a slacker that I left all the year's readings until today. Well, I read 4/7 of the required plays, and 0/7 big fat long articles. So I left ALMOST all the year's readings until today. Yay, I'm so dumb.
kbyebye
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[18 Jan 2006|09:28pm] |
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(I know it's "martyr's" but I like "modest" better so that's what I pretend it says!)
Check out what Sean gave me:
It's a mouse AND a crocodile! ♥
I think I had something interesting to say but I forgot what it was.
On an unrelated note, it seems that this year there are actually alot fewer obnoxious-Barbie aka "Western girl" types at school than last year. (Yes, this type is, or at least was, so pervasive that it has been universally given the name "Western girl", implying of course that every girl who goes to Western is like that.) Sadly, this might just be an optical illusion produced by not living in residence. I'll have to visit my old residence building sometime and find out. Going to Richmond St on Friday or Saturday night might also serve as proof of the illusion theory. There are alot more I-only-wear-Gap-or-Roots types, however. Maybe they've transformed, by weekday at least.
I am very hungry. Can anyone feed me?
Incidently you should check out this lovely piece of art. Read their description of it underneath ("just by looking at him, it's quite obvious"). It kills me, in a good way. ☺
Also, if Allisson comments she gets a prize! (Everyone else who comments can have a prize too, but your prize will be slightly crappier. ☺)
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