Brits and a new hat

Ok, so I'm on the mainland right now. It's ok. Drinkin' chi-chi's and no, I'm not explaining what that is anymore. We have about 15 people in my grandmothers living room right now, so I escaped to the office, and the internet. It's safer here, less chaos.

So, anyways, on the way here (explaining the new hat) we stopped to pick up my brother, and I jumped out of the car, hugged him, grabbed his hat, put it on, and went back in the car. Viola, new hat. I'm not giving it back, we all know that. Plus, it looks better on me. You'll see it sooner or later.

Now, about the Brits (british ya dig?)

Chels and I were talking, bout stuff n' stuff. And we decided, we only want Brit boys. With brit accents. Because we adore them. So, we cut out about 1090937509446/1100000000000 of the population away. Assuming that there are that many people on earth. Which there probably isn't ( one quadrillion, one hundred trillion) something like that.

So, it's been an eventful couple of hours.

post.

Oh underused blog. How I've abused you. How neglected you must feel. Yadda yadda yadda.

Finally talking to people that haven't been online in forever (coughrichjustincough) and my mom decides then is the time she wants to go online. Downright demands it. grr. So, I had to leave. Which, when I finally got back online, I found out that some other people that I'd been desperately wanting to talk to.. Had been online. Damn.

So, I sent out these questionairre thingys, and surpisingly got four of them back. rather quickly.
I'm sharing answers! because I'm cool like that, and they make me laugh.

[5] What do you think of me? You're oh so cool? right answer? yes?
[9] Have I ever hurt you? If we knew each other IRL, this answer would be "physically, yes" (You would SO deserve it though)
[15] Do you wish I was cooler? Impossible! Right answer? yes? (starting to be a habit?)
[31] Do you think I would kill someone? Under extreme circumstances

[4] How have I affected you? Uh... I don't know... maybe you've made me more sarcastic than I would have been if I never met you?
[17] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. This is the hardest question in the universe (CARAMILK CHOCOLATE BAR (XP, I don't know) because you look kinda tough on the outside, but you are sweet and nice on the inside)
[28] What's something you would change about me? Some of your taste in music!
[31] Do you think I would kill someone? For the right reason.

[3] When and how did we meet? You by far are one of the wierdest meetings I've ever had. That being that we both, by fate or something, were added to each others lists.
5] What do you think of me? So many things, it really depends on the moment. Your one of those that remind me of how non-independant I was as a kid.
[14] Emotionally, what stands out? Rebelliousness if that's an emotion. I don't want you to take that wrong, but I like people with an inner fire. They're much more interesting.
[15] Do you wish I was cooler? Oh yeah, someone has to be the coolest possible person. You are almost there, I think Superman's the only one that beats you.
[21] What was your first impression? I liked you a lot, still do. You seemed a little darker then, but maybe I just know you better now...?
[25] What about me makes you happy? The fact that you're so happy to see me, even if you give me crap about it.
[31] Do you think I would kill someone? Not really, not to imply that you're a kitten or anything, but I really don't see you getting that angry. Just tell that to everyone that fears you, lol.


On the fourth one (didn't show one person on here) finally someone said I wouldn't kill people! Do you really all think I'm THAT harsh? Like c'mon. seriously.

~~~~

"So, whatchya up to?"

"Pretending to have a life"

"Oh, why's that?"

"Beats accepting that I don't"

"Don't what?"

"Have a life. Duh. Doesn't everyone know that?"

"No actually, most seem to think you're rather busy."

"Just because you're busy doesn't mean you have a life."

"I belive being busy classifies you in the category of having a life"

"I disagree"

"Well, I disagree with your disagrement"

"well! I disagree with your disagreeing---- wait, I'm not going to get into this"

"Aww, c'mon, I was so winning!"

"You'll never win. Ever."

I haven't posted in forever!

I got accepted for that rotary thing
but they still haven't called me
for my country placement
which I wouldn't be so upset about
if I didn't know that 3 people at least
have already been assigned countries.

ticked off I say!

Other then that, we had out christmas choir thing in a church last night

Have I mentioned that I dislike churches?

So Mike, Rich, and Ty were laughing at the bible, or sections of the bible, or whatever.

Throat is sooo sore. And swollen. Very Very swollen.

Oh Damn. I am quite cool. And you all know it.

Why is that you say?

FURTHER COMMUNICATION.

Between my self and one who shall remain nameless.

Because it's cooler that way.

You notice my double spacing and your aggravated by it?

Oh well.

There is a half eaten gingerbread house screaming to be snacked on with some milk, but sadly my throat cannot contain gingerbread civilly, and we have no milk.

I want to lay down, under a down quilt, with tea, and a book, and System of a down playing on my MP3 player. That...Would be grand

I need to go christmas shopping, and buy christmas presents, for people. like... family.

Huzzah!

By the look of those 'cuff marks he has no problem mating in "captivity"

Stuff to do in an Elevator n' stuff.

1.When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.

2.Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.

3.Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.

4.Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor your on.

5.Hold the doors open and say you're waiting for a friend. After a while, let the doors close, and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?"

6.Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then scream, "That's mine!"

7.Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.

8.Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on, ask if they have an apointment.

9.Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to play.

10.Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking.

11.Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.

12.Ask, "Did you feel that?"

13.Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.

14.When the doors close, announce to the others, "It's okay, don't panic, they open again!"

15.Swat at flies that don't exist.

16. Snort.

17.Call out, "Group Hug!"and then enforce it.

18.Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, "Shut up, all of you, just shut up!" YES

19.Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, "Got enough air in there?"

20.Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.

21.Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, "Your one of THEM!" and back away slowly.

22.Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers.

23.Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope.

24.Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.

25.Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce, "I have new socks on".

26.Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers, "This is MY personal space!"

Yeah, thats right. First I'm conquering Walmart, then All elevators in the world.. Pfft, like that's ever going to happen. The only way to conquer elevators would be to programme your song (that you sing, made, whatever( inth the "elevator music" thingy, you know, the speakers. Then have subliminal messages playing in it. Then you could control everyone that ever went on an elevator that had music. Booyah. Concert tomorrow! Woot, going with emma, which means I should call "The one with the hair" but nah. I don't want to, because well, he probably isn't home, and I don't really feel like talking to him. Because there isn't a topic at hand to talk to him about other then the concert and if he got his act together in time to buy a damn ticket. And his band I guess.

You know what sucks? I've been more susceptible to emotions lately. Like usually, I don't get angry much, or whatever. But since I've gotten out of whatever stage I was in, I'm all...different. duh.

So, I was talking to my mom the other day, about my grades, because that is all she cares about. Seriously. It's all "well as long as you try...wait a minute, why is there a 75 here? It's not good enough, you know you could do better. Why didn't you do this one again? If you could of?" blah blah blah. I couldn't do that one again because I couldn't. jeez.

Spent my friday and saturday at the hospital. Not because of me, but because of my mother, and they still don't know what is wrong with her. Just plain fuckin' great.

(Ghetto Superstar, that is what you are)

I was a fricken' ghetto superstar once. Harewood is the ghetto around here. Seriously. They even talk differently, and it's like... a 15 minute drive from here if there is traffic.

Brooke is from there to, I met her there, then I found her again here at Welly.
We chat it up like old times every once in a while, accents and all...About the past, friends we've lost, ones that got beat down and all, because they were pansies.

You think harewood doesn't have an accent? Go live there for a couple days, then come to Welly, you'll talk differently I swear.

Everyone seems to think they're hot shit around here recently. Seriously, either I used to and have dropped into the realms of reality, or I just noticed how stuck up people are around here. Even my fricken' friends. Which pisses me off, because I usually don't associate myself with people that are egotistical and such.

Oh mans, I'm in a bad mood. Stupid rat face cancelled drama AGAIN. I swear we haven't had drama for like... two months. Maybe more, maybe less.

Also pissed because I found out that someone that I haven't talked to in forever was online today, when I wasn't in the mood to go online.

(My heart keeps falling, and I keep on falling, over and over again)

Listening to an odd arrangement of music lately... Jazz, rock, hard rock, funk, punk, and some others.

I wrote a sentence, that I thought was going to bloom into a short story, but I got writers block quickly after...

“I woke up with a complete sense of hopelessness today”
“And how did that make you feel?”
Sarah blinked expectantly, waiting for the light to dawn in this insufferable airhead of a shrink. It seemed that the light was burnt out, so she gave it a zap of energy.
“Hopeless”

Names, well, they just might be important later.

Logan, Don't go out with Jade.

'nuff said.

Ho' Mans.

I really should stop saying that. It's so... Emma of me.

Which reminds me to call the "one with the hair" to ask if he's got his stupid tickets yet. Because if he doesn't, well, too bad I guess. Ain't nufin I can do 'bout it.

I swear jazz was meant to be in the mainstream. But it isn't. Which means I get to enjoy it while others barely know what it is.

Etta James... Yay. Though Fantasia Barrino does a good cover for Summertime.

Oh wow, I'm at a loss of words as to what to write on here. How sad.

I'm about a week behind in all schoolwork. Because I missed I think 3.5 days out of four or so. Just because of dentist/doctor/health nurse appointments. As well as a writers workshop, and a bulling/in-school mentoring program workshop training thing.

'Cause I'm just that busy. And it happens again this week.

Because on tuesday, I have an interview, and wednesday, yet another doctors appointment.

Went last night to my cousins, slept over. Went to bed at 3am. Then this morning I went shopping for my cats, and got my mom a pendant for christmas in the process, as well as going for breakfast with my uncle, aunt, two cousins and one of their girlfriends.

Then went home, played video games, surfed the net for like. ..20 minutes.


Then, attempted to do some homework, but gave up. Because, I don't want to do the damn homework.


Oh jeez, I'm pathetic, really I am. I swear you'd think I have nothing to say, but I do...sorta.

Happy birthday Ralph, I love you, even though you are fucking disgusting.

Awesome song.

Atom and his package are a pretty good group.

As you can see, I don't write in here as often..

That's cause I have a new blog. If ya think real hard you'll know where it is.

Hint: You have to be on my friendslist to find it. Friendslist being my msn thing.

I think Emma is going to the Simple Plan/Hedley concert. Although Simple Plan isn't all that great, Hedley is. So there.

Now, if it was a Hedley/Butch Walker concert... I'd be more then excited.

So much fricken homework, I haven't even started the application for the rotary program. I'm going to tonight.

So yeah, re look at the hint, find my actual blog... for this is just a guise.

or...yeah...maybe.

So much has happened.

-First off, my grandmother just won 10, 000 in a combination of bingo and the lottery.
-I got the top mark (second mark is %6 below me) in socials right now.
-I got %98 on my science test. Which is good. 'Cause it was on four chapters.
-I was accepted into the Rotary program. Which, unless I bomb the next interview, means I'm leaving the country for a year.
- No one seems to care about that last one, except Emma. She promises to take pictures for me, and I for her.
- It seems like my friends are slowly quitting choir. First Erin, then Jason. (I have more friends. Duh.)

Although Jason is starting to annoy me. It's like, we understand you're gay. It's your choice to tell everyone. But he's an attention getter. Yells in the halls about stuff most people would be embarrassed about. Over the top drama queen.

Meh, it's not like I'm going to try and change him. He is who he is.

Rich screwed up today. To everyone's enjoyment. Because Mrs. Sinclair pointed out that he says down with an "O" because he's british (you know, pronounciation, something about naturally long vowels" unlike us canadians.

So of course, the Alto's (I like the think of them as the ones that are more preverted, seeing as we crack the most jokes about perverted stuffs... Sasha included, although she converted to sopranoism.) were telling him to say down.

He was all... "I don't go down like you guys, I go down"... Think about that for a minute.

Made my day... Because yeah. Expressions are awesome.

Anywho, I have to go answer a whole bunch of science questions that are all... "OMG LYKE ANSWER ME"

p.s. Logan and Karlie broke up. I find that extremely amusing given the circumstances.

Liek OmG! Teh Bf!

Seriously now, if you can decipher the title, you spend too much time on the interwebs.

But! This time at least it relates to the contents of the post, or hopefully it will, 'cause in my mind that's what I wanna talk about, but it doesn't always work that way.

Don't you just love it when family members from...not near you are all

"So, how's your life, my you've grown, do you have a boyfriend yet?"

That pisses me off. Because I don't want a boyfriend. So, I say that. And they're all

"o.0 Lori (mom) what's wrong with your girl here? Is she sick or something"

Because of course, every girls mission in life is to find a boyfriend, get married and pro-create (note the sarcasm).

I mean, if I did want a boyfriend, I think I'd try a bit harder to get one, actually attempt and all that. But the truth is, I'd be a terrible girlfriend. Too busy to pay much attention to them at all. Wouldn't hang out much or anything. Which... just I don't know, doesn't seem... right? or fair? or whatever.

Plus the fact that the only guy that I'd consider dating... is all... Leaving soon and such...stupid near futures.

New topic

I'm going to the Hedley concert in November. Yay.

'Nother new topic

I'm also leaving this weekend for Kelowna... And a day or so in Vancouver... Visiting relatives.

'Nother new topic

My cousin (the one I'm going to see in Kelowna, well... one of 'em) got in a car accident night before last. The cops, ambulance, my uncle, and my cousin himself, don't know how he survived, or got out of the car for that matter. He went through a pothole which threw off the balance or whatever, went skidding through the road, hit and went through a fence, fell down a ten foot embankment, rolled the car.... Resulting in the roof being level with the dashboard. And no glass left. But no windows or anything for him to be able to get out of. Yet he got out, without a scratch. So my uncle bought him a new car the next day. >.<

'Nother new topic (Final one I think)

I dyed my hair again. It's no longer blonde. But I'm not telling the colour. You'll just have to find me and see for yourself. If that isn't an option, and you actually want to know, ask me.

Confession

So, I decided to write, not for you, but for myself.

Because I've been thinking about it lately, and a lot of my actions are geared towards you. Less then you'd think, but that isn't the point.

I haven't written anything comment worthy in a while. Although I don't care about comments unless extremely bored and feeling attention whorish.

My past posts (recently) have been crap. But I'm geared on changing that. They say that you can figure a lot out about a person by their writing style. That's probably why I prefer to type.

I like my privacy. But is there such a thing as being too private?

Maybe it's contagious and I've caught it.

If you look, you'll realize that I rarely type about something that's personal, which isn't fair to myself in a lot of ways. I get rid of the excess, and keep the emotion to myself, unless I'm angry, that always seems to escape. Rather selfish I guess.

No me drink
No me smoke
On your hate every day I choke
No me frown
No me smile
I guess emptiness is a style
No me kick
No me scream
In these lines, you read between
No me hurt
No me hate
Anger always comes to late.
No me strike
No me bite
Walk on lotus if I like
No me worry
No me wonder
In the midst of stress I'm under
No me lie
No me steal
Unenlightened sex appeal
No me drink
No me smoke
On your hate everyday I choke

I didn't write it. But back to the topic at hand.

I've decided to be open, or as open as I will allow myself to be. I refuse to fall into the "confused teenaged angst" category willingly.

I don't like to reveal my past

Why?

Well, I have a pretty good idea why, because it's painful.

I wasn't some spoiled princess that got everything she wanted, when she wanted it.

I was a:

Bully
Ballerina
Gymist
Model
Actor for commercials
Singer
Fighter
Survivor.

I got picked on and I fought back, ending up being the one that looked like a bully. I didn't understand that hitting was wrong at school when it wasn't at home.

Now, I never got hit, but my mother did.

He:

-Threw her out of a moving vehicle
- pushed her down the stairs
- punched her
-slapped her
- hurt her emotionally and verbally
- convinced her that she was the crazy one, and got her put in a psych ward
- injured her so she needed to go to the hospital

She became anorexic for him.

And I couldn't stop any of it.

So, in return, she came at him with butcher knives (threatening, never swinging) and a baseball bat. He wouldn't face her, so she broke his table (worth 2,500) and crumpled his antique 50's fridge.

I lived in a warzone. Somehow I thought it was normal. I was always bought the day after, with presants. Countless presants to say they were sorry, and re assure themselves that they could still buy my admiration, loyalty and love.

I've moved 16 times in 15 years, most of them were either running away or from him.

He's an addict now, and is dying in mexico.

I'm glad.

My life was threatened because of him. People were going to kill me and my mother to teach him a lesson.

I'm so glad he wasn't my biological father.

So, I've been fully honest. But it doesn't make me feel any better.

p.s. the reason I'm afraid of complete silence? Because that was always right before he came home from the bar, at 3am, to pick a fight, or she went to the hospital.

I still couldn't stop any of it.

for 12 years.

Strike.

So, tomorrow, 42,000 teachers will be picketing all over B.C.

Which is all the teachers in B.C.

Oh burn.

On "the man" . Which is the government.

Sucks for me too though. 'Cause I'll be working full time while this is happening... So, an extra 800 dollars or so for me, but I have to work.

And I'm thinking that I'm going to bring donuts or some other source of sugar to the teachers picketing, support them and all.

I got homework to do over the strike in socials and science. Which makes me happy, because at least it isn't Enlish, which I've been doing for at least two hours every night for the past 3 days.

But I should go and finish my chores, call up a friend, maybe go to the movies.

I didn't write it.

If one day you feel like crying…
Call me
I don’t promise to make you laugh…
But I’ll be there for you

If one day you want to run away…
Don’t be afraid to call me
I don’t promise ask you to stop
But I can run with you

If one day you don’t want to listen to anybody;
Call me and…
I promise to be very quiet.

Random facts again.

I figured it was time for another session of random facts.

1. I am not a whippersnapper!
2. Congratulations Rich on passing your drivers test.
3. I got into "vocal jazz" which I am so excited about.
4. I didn't think that I would run out of random facts so quickly.
5. That new worker at the corner store by my school is a hyper sensitive bitch.
6. The fog is grand. Especially when its windy and rainy as well.
7. When someone asks me "sup" I always feel compelled to either slap them or say 'the sky'
8. Blogger is full of glitches that annoy me greatly.
9. There are 16 people in Vocal Jazz. 3 tenors, 3 bass, 5 alto, 5 soprano.
10. When someone asks you a question, your immediate answer shouldn't be "your mom"
11. Alicia added more songs to her mp3 player, deleted a whole bunch and is doing it again right now.

Soz, I'm really at a loss for the whole... Ideas thing.

To the tune of "oh suzannah"


Four bugs came to the USA
Their hair was mighty long
They made friends very quickly
With their catchy, upbeat songs
Exterminator
He cut their numbers in half
and the two remaining wept as they read the epitaphs


It's about the beatles. It made Erin sad. 'Cause shes an uber Beatles fan.

FUCKING BLOGGER.FUCKINGNET

I wrote this whole long thingy that was both humourous and stuff thats been going on lately. and then it decides to say that I didn't log in.. which, how could I be creating the damn post if I wasn't? and logs me in, then says it isn't there.



FUCKING STUPID BLOGGER.

It should die.

Right now.

ADG:TKLjadsop hyiojhodeyh :EBASDGKJSKGJSFDHJSHFH;KSJDYHKL;JSAEY;JRWYHPOJEPOGTAPOKF

K, I feel better now.

Like hell I'm typing it all out again, so this is yet another memory that I will not remember for as long as I would remember it if the stupid blogger wasn't so fucking glitchy.

G-G-G-G-Gangsta!

Whenever I do my hair in cornrows, braids and such, I feel like such a g-g-g-gangsta. XD

ONLY

Because I had my hair in cornrows before, and someone asked if I was half black.

I may be dark, but I'm not that dark. Kthx.

Yesterday was fun.

Went to work, worked and such... then Logan showed up, so we walked to Cassi's, woke her ass up (it was 2pm.. pitiful) watched movies (rat race, waterboy, night at the roxbury) got attacked...multiple times... By logan, a pillow, a cat and cassi.

THEN

(yes, it had to be in capslock, er....shift)

My muzzer (mother for people who can't read.) went to pick up me and logan, but then we were all... Nah, we're gunna go to the movies with cassi and corrine, so... she dropped us all off at Galaxy theatre, where we hung out for a bit waiting for Corrine, got attacked again... Cassi raped the bushes...

It was all good.

So, corrine shows up, and we went to go see Corpse Bride, which was alright. Cassi and Corrine wouldn't know, they left not even halfway through and went and watch 40 year old virgin and some other movie....

Oh well.

After that we waited for Corrine to get picked up (I really dislike her) then I layed on the grass and stared at the stars(you only wish you were as cool as me) while Cassi and Logan fell down the hill....er... .walked. They rescued a shopping cart out of the lagoon lake thingy. So, yeah. All in all it was a pretty good day...er...night.

Random Facts:

- I bit logan cause he was being mean.
- Cassi can't climb trees very well in skater shoes.
- I am not a whippersnapper!
-Sitting on mailboxes is fun, and somewhat difficult
- Last night was fun until Cassi and myself started rapping randomly.

Quiet!!!!!!! sssshhhhhh,
hush yo’ mouth
Silence when i, spit it out
{*hach-ptoo*}..
in yo’ face
Open your mouth, give you a taste
(holla!!) ain’t no stoppin me
Copywritten so, don’t copy me
Y’all do it, sloppily
And y’all can’t come, close to me (yes)
I know you feel me now (yes)
I know you hear me
Loud (yes)
I scream it loud and proud (yes)
missy gon’ blow it
Down (yes)
People gon’ play me now (yes) in and outta town(yes)
Cause I’m the best around (yes) with this crazy style


p'sha like whoa man. We are teh shiznit.

Now, for a very interesting song break. Because the other one wasn't a song break, but what we rapped.

Hangin round, downtown by myself
And I had so much time
To sit and think about myself
And then there she was
Like double cherry pie
Yeah there she was
Like disco superfly

I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely is a dream

Hangin' round downtown by myself
And I had too much caffeine
And I was thinkin' 'bout myself
And then there she was
In platform double suede
Yeah there she was
Like disco lemonade

I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely is a dream
Mama this surely is a dream

I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely is a dream
Mama this surely is a dream
Yeah mama this must be my dream

Bahahahaa... That is one fricken awesome song.

Just cause it is.

But my downloader is being a whore and won't let me download from her... been used to much I guess...


Cassi and I now know what we are doing for halloween.... costume wise... haven't quite figured out the plans of where.

Most likely her neighbourhood or parksville with some friends.... My neighbourhood is a bunch of cops and little kids... no fun there...

cawdfrtghyuj

Like whoa man.

Tired but hyper, like last night, but more tired.

TODAY!

We ripped apart the bathroom, installed a new toilet thingy and are building the sink right now... it's all, A connects to G when P is supporting H, Q, and R.

I'd rather let them do it.

Cassi has the highest on my friendship test thing.
Then some other random people.

Like Logan and Chelsea.

Chelsea suprised me, Logan not so much.


Another installment of my life... installed.

g'byeee

Other Random Operations

O.R.O


Bored as hell! made plans for tommorrow and such, but that's tommorow.

My weekend is booked and all that, I live in the land of the occupied.

So, was talking to an aquaintance (sp? refuse to use spellcheck!) Karlie, neither friend nor foe.

Anyways

She was looking all glum and such, so I asked her what was wrong, as did Jason... Brookey already knew..

So she won't tell us, and I'm all " 'kay, you don't have to tell me, just know that if you need to talk I'll listen" and Aneeca comes over going "Watch your back ,they're all after you now" to her... Quite peculiar thing to say in my opinion.

Then

("Hey wait a minute--- " "no! I'm telling a story, shut up!" <-- argueing with myself... too many thoughts in head)

Karlie starts bawling. Something about rumours and framing and a whole bunch more immature girly pranks made to hurt someone elses feelings, make them feel scared blah blah blah... same old shit

So, I was all "Hey! maybe I'll get to beat someone up!" 'Cause I haven't beaten anyone up since grade 6, and yeah.

4 years and counting. But then I was all... I shouldn't get into this....

STUPID FUCKING CUNTS AND THEIR INSECURITIES...

If they weren't so damn insecure about their place in the "social standings" in highschool, then maybe they'd actually obtain intelligence, instead of feigning it.

(sidenote: Highest grade in class for me: Socials & Science)

So yeah, then I went to work, worked, got home, thought "hey, I should call matt.... damn he's working tonight" Sent some emails, talked on the phone to logan (karlie's boyfriend, wanted to know if she was ok... blah blah blah) ended up making plans to hang out tommorow after work and such.

BLAH...

I'm in a BLAH mood today.. to many thoughts to make one clear enough to put down here....they're all half thoughts.


Stupid homework I have due on Tues/Wed/Thurs.

English and Science... It should die...

Wait! It should come alive, then die... making the whole dying thing workable...


I'm going to go have a shower, or do something productive.... anything but stay on the computer or do homework.

I need to phone the little fag doll... damn, maybe I should know his number.

Damnnabit.

I feel like I should write because so much has happened lately, but I resent the fact that I feel I am required to.

Schools goin' pretty good. I have 98.7% in Science right now.

This kid (matt, he's 24) who lives in the basement of my step sisters house thingy used to baby-sit me when I was too young to talk and such. My mom tried to get custody of him 'cause his mom was abusing drugs and such but couldn't. So, he came over to dinner last night with his girlfriend and sheree (stepsister) came too with her new boyfriend... I believe Matt is some sort of dealer... speed and coke I believe but can't be sure. Oh what an exciting life I lead.

Anyways

He came over tonight because him and my mom and her fiancee are going to the bar to beat up Dustin (slime bag from the depths of hell... sheree's ex who left her with a 1 1/2 year old and 5 months pregnant with twins) And yeah.


Emma got me a present from Japan but has a bad memory and keeps forgetting it so I'm getting rather impatient... all.. supremely belated birthday party.



I got interviewed by Des (Desiree) because my picture was in the paper and such...

Logan called me the other day, I wasn't home. XD. I don't think he's ever called me before... Wanted to hang out and such.


Brookey cut and dyed her hair.

I'm trying to let my mom let me cut mine.. but do you think she'll let me? NO... 'cause yeah.


Ahahahaha... Matt is so damn hard to get a hold of, but I won in the end...


Although his grandmother freaks me out just a bit.

drama was good today..

great actually


we had a solid scene, and the other group didn't.

And somehow that's sarah's fault, being one of the two experienced ones in that group and not listening to Rocco or trying anything herself..


Meh, not my problem


So, not much has happened.... but whatever.

It's my life, I enjoy most of it.

Johnny Falls

Johnny Falls
He throws his hands
Into the air, into these walls
He's freakin out
He's got a gun
He'll get his way
He'll have his fun

You make a mess
You bruise my name
Try to cut me down with every word you say
If you wreck my day
If you wreck my day
You son of a bitch you're gonna get some

And I'm tired
Of this stupid game
Running in circles from you again
Don't blame me
For what I gotta do
I won't hate myself to be loved by you

Johnny runs
He shuts his eyes
He only sees
From nine to five
Don't let him down
He's got a gun
He'll get his way
He'll have his fun

All you wannabes
Don't have what it takes
To take a shot at me
To put me in my place
If you wreck my day
If you wreck my day
You son of a bitch you're gonna get some

And I'm tired
Of this stupid game
Running in circles from you again
Don't blame me
For what I gotta do I won't hate myself to be loved by you

Don't push me
Don't blame me
Or you'll be sorry
Your not getting through
Im not gonna back down
As of right now

I won't hate myself to be loved by you




Emo-tastic song eh? I still think "The best thing that you never had" is more emotastic (by Butch Walker)

The above song is by Hedley though.

Stupid-media-market bands and their catchy songs.

Went to the motor cross (wastelands) today with my family. Or at least most of it. (step sister, nephew, stepdad, mom) blah blah blah.


It was alright, a little boring. But whatever.


Ack, silence, how it burns my ears.

But of course the cd I want to listen to is all the way on the other side of the house, and I just got warm. 'Cause I was all cold and shit.



I really should do my socials homework...but its sooo much reading... really it burns the eyes.

I think I'm going to get that cd... The force compells me. And maybe an orange, because apples are for squares.

FUCKHDFHSJOPSDFNHPADOHNPDONHYSPODFHNADP OHNWOPBITCHEKTNADTKGLDGKHI


uh...yeah.

I think I'm going to stop writing now, or you know...nasty things could happen. And then I'd be forced to pretend I regretted what I said, and that I was sorry for it.


So.... yeah.

Email Chain Letters

LIEK OMFG SEND DIS TO 42 PEOPLE OR YULL HAVE BAD LOVE LIFE LUCK FOR THE REST OF YUR LIFE!

0-25, you'll never get kissed
25-30 your crush will kiss you on friday

etc


Does anyone else find this baloney? Or am I just that desensitized. What if someone didn't have a "crush" (Why is it called a crush anyways?)

Anyways, I was just surfing through random emails and came across this:

When a girl is quiet, Millions of things are running in her mind.
When a girl is not arguing,She is thinking deeply
When a girl looks at u with eyes full of questions,She is wondering how long you will be around.
When a girl answers "i'm fine" after a few seconds, She is not at all fine.
When a girl stares at you, She is wondering why you are lying.
When a girl lays on your chest, She is wishing for you to be hers forever.
When a girl wants to see you everyday, She wants to be pampered.
When a girl says I love you, She means it.
When a girl says "i miss you," No one in this world can miss you more than that

So, Do you think that's true? or not? I'm on the fence. BECAUSE GIRLS ARE DIFFERENT.

Take me and Nicole for example. She's skitzo with a very outspoken attitude, very immature... etc etc.
I'm basically not.

Immature at times. I have full conversations, and arguements with myself... and when I get into a "mood" people call me by a different name (Bob). I'm not one to shout across the field, right in someone's ear, just to get someone else's attention. Or drag them back somewhere they don't want to go.

ANYWAYS


I bought the new Hedley cd. Oh-so-happy.

Suurriously.

Soz, this was a draft cause I was forced off the computer, and now it's the next day.

So, this is a two day post.

Anyways, back to the whole Hedley thing. I haven't listened to the whole cd yet. But this is my favourite song so far.

Got in a streetfight,
with the I.R.S
and I'm alright,
took one to the chest but I'm fine,
'cause it's all coming up roses.

Call me 'The White Guy
With A Real Bad Case Of That Pink Eye'
but it's just a reflection of roses,
it's all coming up roses.

And God damnit if it all works out,
God fuck it it should all work out,
God damnit it should all work out for me.

My fifteen minutes are almost done,
and I don't care,
I was just having more fun than you,
I didn't ask for this anyways.

Now I'm on T.V
I guess that's not cool,
now I'm a sellout,
but I'm not the only one with name brand shoes on,
you fucking moron.

.So buy me the ocean, and paint it with pretty stars,
and lead me to something, take me anywhere but here


etc.

Pretty good.


Anyways, work was boring. VERY BORING. I can't wait till monday. Why? 'Cause everything will feel way more comfortable, reliable, reassuring and like it usually is. No more unexpected visits from odd peoples and such. Although the guy that sits beside me in Socials class is starting to creep me out. Oh well, He's cool.

His name is all...pronounced funny (Ho-sway) but I have no idea how to spell it, though I'm suspecting it's something like Joshua. 'Cause that would make sense in a twisted sorta way.

Erlack, I feel disoriented, more-then-usually-distracted-and/or-spaced-out.

Daydream wayyy too much.

Moto-X tomorrow.

Everyone that lives in Nanaimo that has nothing to do, should definately go. Bend to my will.

(sidenote: I'll write another letter to myself - excerpt from 'Gunnin' from Hedley)

Soz, I think thats about it.

OH! I heard the crappiest song on the radio today. It was all... OMG YOU LEFT ME NOW YUR COMING BACK NOW HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN I BUTCHER WHILE SAYING GOODBYE!!

Very badly pronounced "goodbye" repeatedly in different languages.

Bitch.

Soz, Now I think I'm done.

All this on Page 15

So, I was flipping through the school handbook that you get drilled into you every year, and something caught my eye. Of course it was bolded, hence the catching of the eye.

It was all - This will be continued on page 15

But ... There is no page numbers. Does anyone else see the ironic ness in this? ( Yes, I know I could of just used Irony, but I feel compelled not to)

So, after seeing that, I remembered Rich talking to imaginary people and pointing at them going "Page 5, Man, Page 5" so, Squashed that idea. :D

I wrote more poems, thoroughly squashing writers block! yippee.

(sidenote: They're the ones that'll hate you when you think you have the world all sussed out)

My mom got me information for this Karate school academy thingy. and it's at nights so I could still go and do the whole choir or drama or both thing.

About that, Tinnean is thinking that she's probably going to put Drama on Tuesdays. If she does, I'm not going in Drama. Because choir you actaully get credits for, and my friends "ordered" me to join last june.

I've joined every year, and quit every year within 2 months of joining. Go me.

I'm stupendous.

And (back to my mother) she told me about this scholarship program (rotary club thingy) which pays for me to go somewhere else in the world for a year and go to school.

Top three choices: Spain
England
Japan

And, I'll still be back in grade 12 to graduate with my class.

So, I gotta go to my counsellor tommorow (jeez, I don't like that office) and be all... gimme paperwork!

yeah.

So, if you're still reading, do you want to read my poems yet? Not yet? Okay.

School today was pretty alright. Hung out outside with friends (Ashley, Erin, Jason, Nicole and Jessica) then we spotted Rich all, walking by himself being a loner and stuffs.. so of course Nicole (the outspoken one, who Desiree says is the female Rich... 'cause she WAS a redhead) Starts yelling across the little.. field thingy. So then he joined us.

Oh shit! I forgot to say g'bye, rather rude of me, when the warning bell rang.

So, Rich, G'bye. See ya tommorow.

XD


Now, To the poems

Of course they have no titles cause I don't want to title them

She

Is nothing more

Then a shadow behind your door

She

Does nothing more

Then haunt your dreams

She

Can't be more

Then a paranoid expression of attention

She

Feels more

Then everywhere and no where all at once

She

Will never be more

Then your twisted imagination

~

And the next one XD

~

Angry

Is something I am not

Confused

Is something I will always be

Pity

Is something I detest

Myself

Is someone that I'm starting to find

~

Last one

~

It's four thirty-two

And he's feelin' blue

It takes a passionate heart to feel this way

Is that really all you have to say?

He says it explains his current life

Yet he continues to live in torment and strife

His strategy isn't working right

One day I'm afraid he'll take flight

Off a bridge or maybe swallowed in the tide

I hope it ends up as just a ride

I want my friend back to normal

I just wish the procedure wasn't so formal

It's four thirty-two

And now I'm feelin' blue.

Midnight Summers Rain

Ooh, dig that midnight summer's rain

I wonder what would have happened if I had gotten on that train

It feels like a dream, but most of it's real

It's hard to control, what you think or what you feel

The night glows purple, with the moon cloaked in blue

I'm somewhat sorry for those words that I said to you

I was angry and rash

So the vision of you is now ash

But I don't take back what I said

They're will be no regret until I'm dead

For regret is fickle and phony

People only feel it when they're lonely

Alone is not a word I associate with myself

I have my family, My friends, and my health

So dig that midnight summer's rain

Just so happens that I caught that train

Accidently on purpose

because you don't seem to read this anyways.

I got the courses I wanted, or was stuck with for that matter. I'd rather Drama then Foods. But, I can't have Japanese and Drama.

So, this is what I have:

Socials
Gym
Science
English Honours.

Jake is in three of my classes. I'm thinking I might just have to kill him afterall. We are great friends and all, but when we are on each others nerves, well...watch out.

Zac is in my Science class, which of course, ruins science class. 'Cause I absolutely hate the asshole.

But, Emma is in my science class, and so is Ashley. And Ashley, and Jasmine. But there is this new girl that was Emma's best bud that went away then came back. I secretly think she's a stupid twit with gum for brains. But it isn't like I'm going to tell her that.

Brookey is going out with... DUN DUN DUNNNNN Andrew. I think she can do better, but he's pretty cool.
Karlie is going out with DUN DUN DUNN Logan. Who, is one of my friends. She makes a nice pillow. I got bored of listening to the gym teacher so I put my head on the ground and started daydreaming. She makes a good pillow >.<

I think everyone else I know is either single, or was going out with the other person before school ended.

Then of course there is the lusting crushes.

So and so likes someone else...

Teehee.
You thought I was going to tell didn't you? Nah, that'd be stupid.



Jeez I thought you were smart till you proved different. Things won't be the same, and its not your fault, or mine. Things change. The hair looks pretty cool. >.<

Enough already.

FRICK HIM.

Jeez, He’s become annoying. All, here one minute gone the next. Like some kid with ADD on sugar pills. NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THAT. You’d think he’d not, seeing as he is seemingly intelligent, but NO. Of course not. Just go ahead and fool Alicia with your web of illusions. I refuse to be fooled again. Somehow I knew this was going to happen, it was a suspicious relationship to say the least. Stupid diabolical plan to slowly get under my skin and make me quite aggravated. And I actually wondered why I had started to dislike you, I couldn’t see a reason.

If you’re planning on continuing to be such a nuisance, leave me alone, stop all contact with me, and I’ll get on with my life. I don’t need you to be another fly bugging me, go find some sticky paper.

Who needs you anyways? It’s not like you were that important in my life. I’ll find another minion to take your place, although you never really had one. I wonder why I even started a friendship with you. You really aren’t worth the time and effort. You were before, but not anymore. Not for a while.

No More Writers Creativeness Blockage!

Yay. So, over the summer, I haven't written a lot of creativeness and such (poems, short stories and the like) Then... Someone was teasing me about it. Still, no writing happening. Then, I go to school for an hour... (sheesh that was stupid) and after work and such, come home... BLAMO ('cause words like that are cool >.<) Two poem things. Soz, here goes. (^Rhymed...jeez ^)

I can't write today

Things telling me to go, but I have to stay

Maybe things are better this way

Things left unsaid, but everything's said someday

Time has no meaning, no rhyme anyway

Everything oneday, will be okay

I don't like to repeat what I say

But maybe things are better this way..

~

Next poem-mabober ('cause I'm cool like that, and one wouldn't suffice)

~

Unresolved issues will remain

You say it's just not the right time frame

Whats on my mind doesn't count for shit

When you start to go into this mood that you get

My mind's a blur, it's messed up

But I'm not something like a half filled cup

I'll say what I say when I want to say it

even if it doesn't fit

Your timeframe, and your rouse,

Just a dish of the rebel's blues

Soz, my ever eventful weekend.

I stayed home on friday (yes, friday counts as a weekend.. sheesh) to take care of the puppy and such, because my mom is somewhat paranoid about the puppies well being.

(sidnote: Thanks Shadow for reminding me to call, "The one with the hair")

Then, she comes home early from not feeling well and all, finally gets to sleep, and the phone rings. They wanted to speak to her, even though I said she was asleep. SO then I had to wake her up, give her the phone, get a glare... etc etc.

Turns out my uncle got this job that he's wanted for 3 or so years. Some director of something in the WCB (workers compensation board) And told us to come up to the campsite (Horne lake) that we were going to party all weekend.

My uncle doesn't drink. Nor party. So, it was funny as hell.

Somehow I get tricked into singing karaoke. All older music that I haven't heard in ages. It was fun.

Then, I worked on saturday, went over to Ashleys..

(Creepy sidenote: Every time I've gone over to Ashley's to sleep over, they've always made the same meal without realizing it, and the last time they've had it, was the last time I was there. They were going to make that dish last night, but realized that they always made it when I came over, and made somehting else. I felt special)

Then we went over to Neekoles, and invited her to stay over too.

More Karaoke, Gropage to the extreme, (oh, Neekole owns my ass now too, she said she wanted it) AND! The nightmare before christmas (lurve that movie, who doesn't?) Talked to Erin, who is ashley's old best friend from Prince george, who's moving here. We had to test her out and see if we would like her.

Then today we went to the mall, (Ash, Neekole and I) we were talking about Jason, and how we should go see if he was working, while sitting at the coombs place, and there walks Jason... Ta-dow! Soz, we hung out with him for a while, then went back to Ashley's house, played videogames... Then I got picked up and went home, hanging out with my soon-to-be step father, and two step-sisters. and a nephew too. (My very own twisted version of cinderella)

Then on here...


You've really read all this? Why? It's just me babbling on about my life. Can't be all that interesting.

Emails.

You know those emails you get (or most of you get, or none of you...wait.. that's not true... I've gotten them from at least 3 of the .. I don't know 7? people that read my blog) where it's all "OMG LIEK ANSWER THESE Q's ABUT ME!! " and yadda yadda yadda.

Well, I got one, and it was a bit different then the usual "Soz, whose yur crush, if you don't send this to them you'll have bad luck in love fur the rest of yur life" ones.

Soz, as I get answers back, I'm posting the ones that I really like on here.. just to one or two questions, not the whole survey thing. And not telling you who they were from.

(I'm going to fix improper spelling if I catch it if there is any :P)

Soz, here is one.

[25] What about me makes you happy?

You can do almost anything and dont care and I'm not talking about gross stuff i am talking about funny stuff .

(I'm thinking they are talking about last summer and truth or dare and all that other stuff)


Other then that... It's 2:29pm, I woke up 3 hours ago.

I want orange juice, but do you think there is any in this effing house?

Oh teenage angst and it's drawbacks. >.<

To catch up and such.

So, this and that happened, then I got married... and parts of me no longer belong to me.

As in =
My foot (right) belongs to Cassi
Both my pinkies and my left middle finger belong to Korey
My left (or was it right? eh, she can have both) breast belongs to Nicole (No, not my cousin Cody)

Those are things that have been officially claimed.

It's a very silly finger-trap marriage, I didn't even get a ring -pout- but I should. 0.o

Or maybe I'll just get it annuled. XD

Other then that, not much has happened, my dog is an alarm clock, every morning at 6:30 ish she starts howling, wakes me up.

School starts on the 6th, which is tuesday.

It turns out that at the very least it is going to be $195 to spay my cat, get her tattoed and get her shots. I don't think she's had the shots, so that's why she has to get them, cause the puppy isn't safe if the cat doesn't have her shot. and vice versa or whatever.

I'm not sure what else to say, cassi is here, was here last night too. We might go hang out with peoples in about 10 minutes, we haven't made up our minds yet...

Soz, that seems it is all for now.

Hey, I forgot something again.

The first time they put my picture thing in the paper, it wasn't in colour, nor on the front page. On wednesday, they decided to print it again full colour, and all of the front page.
Soz, Lots of people now know what my face looks like.

Tom asked for my "autograph" but I said I don't like leaving a paper trail. Because dayton was standing there, and I'm going to get him back, and it's going to be public. very embarrassing.

Go me.

Now I want gum, but it's far away... damn.

Yeah, uh-huh... yup... I'm listening I promise

soz, I've been getting these old, and not so old songs stuck in my head from random artists... such as the dixie chicks.. and this one:

He used to be like a hero to me
I even believe I, had one of those 25 cent stickers on my re--fridgerator
Right next to Darth Vader
And Darth must have put a hex on him for later
I feel like it's my fault cause of the way that
I stuck him up in between him and Lex Luther
I killed Superman, I killed Super--man
And how ironic, that I'd be the bad guy
Kryptonite: The Green Chronic


I know that at least 2 people other then myself will identify that song right away...

*cough* Cassi and Cody .... yup

So, today my eyes were called tawny, as in the colour. By a customer at work.
Then, I told him they changed, and my mom piped in and said when I was mad they went amber (yellow-red ish) and it's creepy, so he asked why they changed and we had a ten minute conversation about my eyes...

going to vancouver tommorow.. Get to see my grandmother, pick up my mother's new dog, see my brother (bother...) and such.

Oh, my mom finally found out I swear occasionally... she saw it in some writing and was all "well I like the writing but some of the language I'm not pleased about" ...

I've been swearing since I was 11. She thinks it's her fault. I reassured her that it isn't...

Thats basically what has been happening lately, besides working.. but you don't need to hear about my boring life now do you?

Because truly, it is all boring, I don't see why you've read this far.

Well, not all.. just most.

Kthxbye.

...Flippin' dots.

Yes, they are flipping, they just aren't going high enough for you to notice... Dance puppets, Dance.

So, has anyone heard that song "fix you" by... Coldplay I believe? Pretty good lyrics but the song itself is fucking annoying.

My cat is watching the little kids play outside. Go her.

I got called an evil bastard today. Go me.
But, that wasn't my fault.

Seriously, how can tripping someone be my fault?

I'll explain better:

I always try to trip Murray, but not seriously, he always see's my foot, because I do it so obviously, and either kicks it out of his way, or just steps over it. So, today, I try it on Dayton, thinking he'll be smart enough to step over it. BUT NOOOOOOO! -exaggerated no- He tripped. Which...made everyone laugh. Cause I'm cool like that.

I've been thinking I might want to write more of that story thing... but then I think....Nah.

Fucking pop singers! so ANNOYING! I have Much music on in the background, cause every once in a while they actaull play music, and sometimes it's a good song... like Santa Monica or that song by the Trews or anything by Hedley, 'cause they're just about as cool as me.

They don't seem to play any radiohead, muse, or some other stuffs I like ... but whatever, I have all them on my MP3 player.

Karma police and High and Dry are pretty good songs. .... By Radio Head.

I'm going to go try out Photo Shop.. 'cause I have it now.. Soz... G'bye.

VIeX

Soz, I went to it on Sunday... It was awesome. Spent about 7 hours there.

My picture is in the paper if you're interested in what I looked like while there..

I got my face painted like a leopard or whatever she called it... my whole face... superb.

Then I won this spiffy hat thing thats all black and fuzzy... so I'm happy.

Then, we went to go watch the stunt bikers (bmx) and they picked my mom and myself to lay on the ground beside 4 other people... then jumped over us... no ramps, just land jump... creepy!

I got burnt shoulders now...not bothering me though

Went on the Zipper (ride) and it was awesome... all... flips and stuffs.

Met some friends, caught up on whats been happening.. then realized that we'll see eachother in two weeks or so.

So, after that I realized that I haven't gone shopping for supplies. Like pens, pencils, paper, binders... you get the drift.

I gotta go do that ... soon....


Other then that nothing much has happened lately... no more late-nite/early morning rendevous (sp?) and such...

Anyways, I should stop writing, seeing as we have stuffs to do... yes....stuffs.

Adeiu

With all those double meanings...

Oh the humanity! How shall we survive?

Will everyone just take it down a notch for once? stop with all the bullshit, saying things without saying them... blah blah blah etc.

Seriously.. I know 8 year olds that have just taken something but are at least to-the-point and honest about it when they get caught...

What is it these days? Everyone is saying that they are sooo concerned with other peoples feelings and they don't want to hurt them blah blah blah... they're too frail to hear the truth... blah blah blah... so, they go and tell their bestfriend some bullshit story with the underlying message of "I just slept with your boyfriend"

No, this did not just happen to me or anyone I know.. just an example.

But why do that to someone and then give the excuse that you "care about them, and don't want to hurt them"?? If you didn't want to hurt them, you wouldn't of slept with their boyfriend in the first place.

Ta-dow! (...)


In other news, I've started reading 'The Prince and the Pauper' by Mark Twain... I believe it's by him... yes, I think so.


Anyways, one of the first pages is this ting that I can't really explain so I'm just going to copy it onto my blog.

HUGH LATIMER, BISHOP OF WORCHESTER, TO LORD CROMWELL, ON THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCE OF WALES (AFTERWARD EDWARD VI)
(from the National Manuscripts Preserved by the British Government)

Ryght honorable, Salutem in Christo Jesu, and Syr here ys no lesse joynge and rejossynge in thes partees for the byrth of our prynce, hoom we hungurde for so longe, then ther was (I trow), inter vicinos att the byrth of S.I. baptyste, as thys berer, Master Erance, can telle you. Gode gyffe us alle grace, to yelde dew thankes to our Lorde Gode, Gode of Inglonde, for verely He hathe shoyd Hym selff Gode of Inglonde, or rather an Inglyssh Gode, yf we consydyr and pondyr welle alle Hys procedynges with us from tyme to tyme. He hath overcumme alle our yllnesse with Hys excedynge goodnesse, so that we ar now moor then compellyd to serve Hym, seke Hys glory, promott Hys wurde, yf the Devylles of alle Devylles be natt in us. We have now the stooppe of vayne trustes ande the stey of vayne expectations, lett us alle pray for hys Grace allways have, and evyn now from the begynynge, Governares, Instructores, and offyceres of ryght jugmente, ne optimum ingenium non optima educatione depravetur. Butt whatt a grett fowlle am I! So, whatt devotione shoyth many tymys butt lytelle dyscretione! Ande thus the Gode of Inglonde be ever with you in alle your procedynges
The 19 of October
Youres, H.L.b. of Wurcestere, now att Hartlebury.

Yf you wolde excytt thys berere to be moore hartye ayen the abuse of ymagery or mor forwarde to promotte the veryte, ytt myght doo goode. Natt that ytt came of me, butt of your selffe, &c.

(Addressed)
To the Ryght Honorable Loorde P. Sealle hys synguler gode Lorde.


That took quite a while to write... not used to spelling like that.. But yeah, that's what is at the beginning of my book. I understand most of it. Soz, go me!

I came, I saw, I killed viruses.

So, I am ever-so-happy about the death of ze dreaded viruses. Well, maybe not that happy. But happier then I was before I decided to see if I had any on my comp.

Because Sanny sent it to me accidently, 'cause some hacker started sending it off of her MSN. and I caught it... Damn hackers. So, while killing viruses, I deleted/blocked peoples access to spybot my computer. go me.

(Is all proud and feeling impowered.. lol)

In other news:

That game fable, on xbox, and most likely more consoles, is pretty good. I like it so far.

Matt is writing a song, needed something to rhyme with home, Shadow had a field day with that... quite entertaining. But, Matt won't tell me what it's about... basically because he doesn't know.

Might go to the VIeX... If you don't know what that is, then that isn't my problem, I don't feel like explaining it.

Talked to all of the people I wanted to today, 'cause I haven't talked to them in ages.

Listing (so you's feels important)

Korey
Cody
Chris
Shadow
Rich
Matt

I think that's about it.

Haha Shadow, called Matt again (was supposed to call him sunday... but shhh!)


oh, and am writing a short story thingy for the hell of it. It's about vampires (woot, spooky) you know those teenage angsty thingys with violent tendencies and food issues (ones a vegitarian.. only human blood)'

And their names are... (some kinda drumroll)

Demetrial
Adelaide
Drayden

Angsty teenage bloodsuckers indeed.

Soz, when I'm finished it, I might post it on here, 'cause it amuses me so. :)

Good bye for now...

Adeiu

Midnight Collaborations II

So, cassi suggested that we do another Midnight collaboration, and I guess we are going to. maybe more then one!

Ideas, Ideas... we must brainstorm the possibilities.


The Tale of The Misfortunate Turtle.

There once was a turtle. (of course, it wasn't just a turtle, it had those turtle awesomeness qualities) His name was charlie (and the chocolate factory....no...just no) He lived with the snappiest tape measure you could ever use. In a cardboard box, in a closet, in a room, in a house, in a town. (etc.) This closet was quite dank and dirty, with the tape measure being the landlord of it all.
One day, Charlie went window shopping ('cause that's all he can afford) and saw a pair of Lipstick pink (you know, that lipstick pink colour that everyone knows, although there is many shades) pants. Tempted to no end, he entered the store and bought the pants (yes, turtles can wear pants, or at least this one can) with his rent money. Returning home, wearing the lipstick pink pants, and feeling mighty manly, he realized that it was the first of the month and rent was due. Dreading the moment where he had to face the snappy tape measure (lets call her sassafrass) and tell her that he spent the money on pants, he trudged home rather slowly (well, slow for a turtle).
She met him at the door, in all her snappyness and demanded the $24 that he owed her to live in the box, in the closet, in a room, in a house, in a town (etc.)
When she realized he was wearing his rent money, she demanded that he leave the cardboard box.
He walked around the closet all night, sobbing about being homeless, until he realized that he was indeed a turtle, with those turtle-e awesome qualities, and had a home attached to his back. so he found a darker corner, cleaned up some of the dankness, and hunkered down to stay for a while. Quite happy in his lipstick pink pants. Then some teenaged emo kid that had to clean his room opened the closet, and threw all his dirty clothes in it, suffocating the turtle in the emo kids lipstick pink pants. oh the irony.

The moral of the story is:

Any she-male or he-she is automatically called katie, because that's just the way it is. And katie is my idol.

Re-occuring Activites

So, last night, or this morning rather, Logan came over again, we watched movies and whatnot then were walking with him back to his house, not all the way, cause yeah.. stopped and hung out for a bit in the middle of the road and whatnot.. it was fun.

Just to give you an idea, both times Cassi and I have hung out with Logan recently, we've gotten home at 4-5 am.

Logan has this thing with poking people... it isn't fair, he has some sort of advantage, I just haven't figured it out yet.

Supposed to go to Long Lake today, we still might, but I'm not sure.. It is already 2pm. could walk there, and get a ride back... but we'd only be there like 2-2.5 hours. good enough for me and cass, but we can't get a hold of my mother to tell her we're going anywhere.

other then that, life's been pretty uneventful.

worked yesterday, finally got dayton back... yay.. still, I will get him again and again... to make up for all the time's he's gotten me.

Got murray too, but yeah, then I decided to be nice to him, cause he is trying to decide whether to ask Jewls to marry him, and it's got him all flustered and whatnot.

Oh, and my mom is getting married too...they haven't set a date yet, but yeah.


And shadow : I remembered to call matt. so zere.

Tonights Activities

Got my hair straightened. believe me, I look different.

As I type Logan is walking to my house (it's midnight) to hang out with Cassi and myself.

We were going to go to the school, but I have this feeling that my mom is going to show up at like 3-4 am. I'd rather her see logan hanging out with us at home, all safe and whatever, then her come home to an empty house.
I know she'd still flip, regardless of where we are but meh. she'll just have to get over it.

so.

Alicia 1
Forces against her manipulating people 0

baha.

Other then that, I've just been hanging out with cassi, talking to friends, telling blonde jokes... oh yeah, good times good times.


Must remember to call matt tomorrow. Someone remind me.

Wonderings, Ponderings, and other such creative thinking words.

I was looking at my blog, and realized that the only thing that has stayed the same is the

It is said that only in their dreams can man be truly free, it was always thus and always thus will be.

So, kudo's for me... keeping something that long.

Oh, and I decided to post the blogs I read frequently. When they decide to post that is...

Cassi's blog
Rich's blog
Cody's blog
Ashley's blog

Now, onto the reason I am typing into this little box with all those buttons on the top, and such.

Yesterday, went to Victoria.. which is like the capital of B.C. or something, I didn't pay much attention when they taught that stuff.

Walked around, went for lunch in this restaurant we found a while ago.. like 3 months. that is pretty good. then walked around more trying to find the "save-on-foods memorial colleseum" or however you spell it.

That was fun, we got lost in victoria... it was great. (oh, sidnote, forgot to say we went to this second hand store thingy and I bought shoes that had never been worn, for like 10 dollars... when they are worth about 50. only thing is that they have pink on them :( )

We found the coll-whatever place, got our wristbands, and went into the show (Avril Lavigne/ Butch Walker)
Seeing as we were in "general admission" we got to sit on the floor a bit so there was more space created blah blah blah. When we stood, we were about 10 feet away from the stage. So, before the show started we met Diana, Matt and Dakota.

(Matt is teh Uber Cool!)

So, yeah, now I have matt's phone number. Oh, right... Dakota is a short 12 year old that supposedly likes Cassi, Diana is Matt's mom (Dakota is matt's friend) anyways, Diana has the persona of my mom.. creepy. And matt is taller then me, has red contacts (they're cool) and a mohawk. Go him...wootness.

The show was pretty good. Avril was way better then I expected her to be. And Butch Walker is now one of my favourite artists.

He's like a mix between Billy Talent and Hedley.

Anyways, after the show, we were driving back to nanaimo, and these little girls saw the hat I bought through the car window and were waving glow sticks and the like... so cassi and I did that hand thingy... it happened with about 4 cars. creepy!!

then, today I got woken up at 6:30 am because my uncle was here.. from kelowna, the one that wants to take me to kelowna to visit.. but I'm not going this year, cause I'm working and I'd rather work and save money then go there to do chores because my cousins don't like to and I don't like my uncle and aunt getting mad when they come home from work.

went back to bed when they left, then went online!

Comments Galore.

So, Cassi is over, but that is beside the point... She's always here.... basically lives here 6 months of the year.

We were looking at my blog and checking out the comments, laughing at our favourite ones and such. Then, I got the brilliant idea to post my favourite comments.. (secretly ranking the commenters on their level of coolness and whatnot....not) and some of cassi's favourite comments...

So, I'll put the title of the post, and the person who commented, followed by their comment... go me and my organization eh?


Post : Alright then

Commenter: Myself! Go me.

Comment:

Haha. You suck! Bitch. We all hate you...Now if only that was true, then I could actually spend some time alone, as in by myself, as in without other people. It never seems to work though. I should become evil and bent on ruling the world, then maybe people will leave me alone. maybe. Who says you can't comment on your own blog?

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Post: Window

Commenter : Ashley

Comment:

o my friggin god,i had no idea u could right poetry so well, y didn't u let me see ur poems!!!!!!!

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Post: Confusions...or mishaps, or whatever! Part 1 (something like that)

Commenter: Shadow

Comment:

You could always try fur trading, I hear it worked really well back in the 1700-1800s. And it's not like you have to move, it was done all over Canada

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Post: Alright. I've realized

Commenter: Me! Again!

Comment:

profoundness is fun. you better post it.I dare ya. Goodnight shadow. Get eaten by cats.


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Post: Blue moons dislike purple cows

Commenter: Shadow

Comment:

Hey, that's what I use my blog for. The thoughts that I don't wish to keep in, it's like the modern journal. The catch is it's like leaving it open and unlocked on your bed with a sign that says "Do not read."

Pointless.

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Post: Determined

Commenter: Cody

Comment:

I made a blog and now it's not letting me post. Your blog hates me.

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Post: Alicia's mishaps with the english language

Commenter: Shadow

Comment:

Excellent choice of topics to confuse your otherwise combobulated readers.I know that I was totally trying to hang on to that one... and... well I did it! Hurray for no reason.

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Post: Dedicated to Emma

Commenter: Chris (Zephi)

Comment:

I'm in a rush, but you asked for it: I feel sorry for Emma. You ARE sexy.Happy birthday Kyla!Seeya, Devon. We'll miss you (maybe)!!No one will ever understand you're complexities.Hot British? That's a new one on me.

Pinky and the Brain was a good, solid, funny, yet equally dramatic representation of my life...

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Post: Roses are red, etc.

Commenter: Rich

Comment:

P.S god is a pretty shitty name for an almighty being...not very inventive were they

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You know.. .that's exactly what I said... copy-er (yes I know it can be spelt ier but I dont' wanna spell it that way!)
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Post: More changes in my ever changing life

Commenter: Cody

Comment:

Your cousin's leaving? =D

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Teehee~
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Post: Um... yeah

Commenter : Korey (alucard....or.....anonymous)

Comment:

Heres your dang-nabbin comment. Youre hot.

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Commenter: Shadow

Comment:

Way to go, anonymous. Keep up the plausible deniability.BTW, it's been a few days since you posted. Like, OMG!And you may yet conquer the world, if you manage to pry it from my cold dead fingers.

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Post: So, my adventures of today

Commenter: John (Who the hell is this????????)

Comment:

You don't know how lucky you are to live in Canada, because the United States is a police state where they will roughly throw you in jail for a long long time for smoking marijuana.

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Post: Interview with Hannah

Commenter: Cody

Comment:

Oh, hey, I'm a male ... Yeah, I guess you didn't know that or something because why the hell else would I say it? Anyways

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Post: An Interview with Emma

Commenter: Cody

Comment:

I trust you, but I wouldn't stand with my back to you near a running body of water

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Post: Why all the worlds problems would be solved with a gun

Commenter: Cody (I'm going to get you back for this!)

Comment:

I dread the day, as I'll probably lose my ability to narrowly avoid beatings that very same day :PI guess I shall have to remind you why I can't block you(although I've gotten better at blocking idiots and the like lately)

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Commenter: Cassi

Comment:

I can't believe it's been 4 years, since I met you!! =( I can't believe I can stand you still!!...=P Me??...know somthing about your life!?!? yea..in your dreams!! =P just joking!

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Commenter: Shadow

Comment:

That made me laugh. It definately keeps your wanting to meet her in person in perspective. Sure, it'd be neat, but if she beats you into a nice paste, what then?

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Post: Zephi's Interview

Commenter: Cody

Comment:

Zephi surprises YOU for 320000 damage!
YOU don't know what the fuck just happened!
But of course you do, if I say you don't, is that blasphemy in Alicia-ism?
Probably, but I don't follow that religion, everyone knows who I worship, and by everyone, I mean you.
Well, to keep my comments light hearted..


..Awkward

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So, there is some of our favourites.... shadow and Cody definately in the lead.. .but thats cause they comment the most, hence more possibility of getting on the "list"...

yeah... thats about it.

Why all the worlds problems would be solved with a gun

I don't know... maybe they could... prolly not.


so, I was pondering, as I seem to do when people want to ignore me and go on WoW instead... yes, you know who you are...

Anyways, I realized that out of all my friends... I'd say that Cody and Cassi know me the best... Cassi being someone I've known and hung out with for almost 4 years now, and Cody being someone I've known, but never met for about...well close enough to a year.

And after thinking that, I realized that Cassi is the only person that I have human contact with, that I feel actually knows something about my life..


Most people I can relate to, or understand, and vice versa (they understand me blah blah blah) the most... are people I've met online.. Not actually met like "omgz meet me in pioneer park with a yellow long stems carnation so i know what you look like" and all that random shit. But people who have actually talked to me, been forced to listen to me, and seemingly have never blocked me (cody said he couldn't... I forget why)

So, why is it that people I have physical relationships with (no, not that way you perv) don't seem to know all that much about me, and I don't mean the trivial stuff like birthdays and favourite colours. but, how do deal with me when I'm upset and such...


Last thing, I promise...

Cody, there is no Alicia-ism... It's called something completely different, and original/unique... just ask the few people that worship me... (seriously.. .there is a couple.)

Zephi's Interview

Zephi, otherwise known as Chris.... another "secret" interview... Bahahaa.

Who do you trust and who are you most suspicious of out of all your friends?

James. And I'm not suspicious of any of them. I trust them whole heartidly. I know them well enouch to know when they're lying... we actually once had a huge fight about the lying going on in our little circle and vowed not to lie about anything big to each other... Now the most we have are white lies and we know when each other is doing it.

I only have two friends. makes things easy.

Four if you count two girls... And I'm assuming you mean real life.

real life? you have imaginary friends?

Hah. Funny. No, they disappeared when I turned 5.

Supposedly I am an imaginary friend. to like... 4 people

I'd love to have you as an imaginary friend.

why?

We'd dance and frolock in the sunflower fields

(frolic) And who says you know how to dance?

I can't. why?

Well how could we dance if you don't know how?

Because your my imaginary friend and therefore tuned to my mind. You wouldn't know I couldn't dance; you'd think I was the best there was.

but, I'm already an imaginary friend to some people, yet I am not tuned to all their minds.....as in I have my own opinions about them....so am I a deformed imaginary friend

Then as my deformed imaginary friend, we're be happy and merry all day and night long... Just because I say so. Beer helps.

I hate the taste of beer though.

Wine, possibly?
I prefer wine myself.

wine is gross too

Bah. Cod fish.

Whats this about fish now? Are you some kinda pirate?

I am in my dreams. I'm Blackbeard. The beardless pirate of the sea.

brb
back

Welcome back.

Why thank you kind sir...er....blasted pirate

Sir Blasted Pirate, thank you.

That wasn't a compliment

Neither was mine.

ya-huh.... I'm so lost.

I took a wrong turn about five minutes ago.

left or right?

The straight fork of the three way split.

that wasn't an option.

No?
Let's go with left, then.
Left is good.

are you left or right handed?

Right.

you suck. you are supposed to be left handed.

My pen says otherwise.

your pen lies.... and it can talk?

Only in my head; I'm the only one that can hear it.

And you say you don't have imaginary friends pfft.

It's not my friend. It's my tool, my instrument of death and destruction. It helps me fulfill my darkest desires for domination over all sheep.

ya-----huh... so, do you have imaginary enemies?

I fight the mighty and proud Piglet Clan who has just recently allied with the Big Bag Wolf Brigade. They have seriously hindered my plans thus far, but I believe I am nearing a breakthrough.

ok... last question, cause I have to go... How much do you love me?

In all seriousness, if you lived near me I might try to make a relationship work... but for now, until or if that ever happens, a good friend. Why?

Just wondering.

Well, that was a ....different answer. Until next time... Adieu.

Some random shit

Pet peeves and the like... some peoples have been asking to know more about me, that I'm not "open" enough...


It's my fucking blog, I'll be as "open" as I like. Usually I am a pretty private person, so it isn't like I am being gaurded in all my posts. Please don't tell me how emotional I should be in my life, what and how I should react to things, and shouldn't react to others. I am old enough to make my own decisions on that matter. You wanted to know more about me, so here goes. I'm going to post a bunch of useless facts about myself so you don't have to get-to-know-me the hard way. Happy now?

I don’t like feeling like im helpless, and I do whatever I can to stop my self from feeling that way. I don’t like feeling vulnerable because when I do, I feel like other people are holding my life in their hands, and they can do as they wish to it. I like feeling like I have a say in my life.

Im not going to prove myself to people, if they’re just going to throw it back in my face. I can be who i want to be.

a pet peeve of mine is the fact that people think there better then others. Just because someone’s hair is blonde, doesn’t mean they're dumb. Just like when a fourteen year old talks to a seventeen year old and they say * dude your like… young don’t talk to me * Just because you older then them doesn’t mean that there any less mature then you are. You’re just too scared to admit that a fourteen year old might be cooler then you are, and that you’re an asshole.

I hate being told to shut up. If you going to tell me to shut up, you might as well tell your self the same, Im not going to stop talking just because you don’t want to hear me. They call it * freedom of speech * for a reason. I can say what I want, when I want, and I can say whatever I want. Within reason; obviously.

If you think I'm incorrect in something, tell me. I hate it when people try to be "nice" and not say anything at all. Forcefed example: If I say 2 + 4 = 18, please don't just nod your head like I'm correct, although I'd never make that mistake unless intoxicated or any other related thing.

When I'm down, I don't like to be cheered up, really, I don't. I'd rather just get through with it. now don't go thinking I'm melancholic and take happiness in my sadness, 'cause I'm not. My sadness is usually related to more then one thing, mostly because I haven't dealt with it. (Cody knows about this) So, when I'm sad, leave me alone. Don't pester me with questions, or lower your IQ to try and make me laugh. I'll crawl out of my hole myself.


Have I satisfied that need for you to know something about me yet? Have I made you feel like you're "special" because you're one of the few to know something about Alicia? Will you stop your pestering questions now?





Random question #156 - A & B

Who do you trust the most out of your friends? (as in, who would you tell something to that you'd tell no one else)

and B

Which of your friends are you most suspicious of?

Forthcomings and such.

The title, yet again, has no relation to the post.


My cousin moved out today, to go live with her father. Her parents (my aunt and uncle... oooh force fed ya that one) are possibly getting a divorce, and no one in the family even knew they were fighting.

In other stuffs.

I'm going to explain, tell, some other describing words, the extent of my weekend.

Saturday:

Worked,( Oh, right... Got a long stemmed rose and balloons sent to my work with this little teddy bear attached to it) picked up Cassi, went to movie rental place (Rogers) rented movies (Napoleon Dynamite, Are We There Yet, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Meet The Fockers) Started to drive home, then saw Rich cross the road right in front of us (duh, if I hadn't seen him, we probably would of ran over him >.<) (and another bracket... What is it with seeing rich all the time now eh?? I feel like some sort of accidental stalker).
Went home, watched movies, hung out with Cassi and such

Sunday: Went to places to buy stuffs. snacks and such for trip, then went to Lantzville and picked up Murray and Jewls (Julie), Waited for Dave (and daughters) to arrive, same with Dayton. Then, did this whole spread out convoy or whatever to Horne lake.. Which is where Tim's cabin was. Went kayaking with Cassi and swimming and tubing and all that fun stuffs. Then, got this whole birthday cake suprise up there ( See, this is why I hate people getting all excited over my birthday, it makes me paranoid... blame it on my mother... yes, that works.) on the ride back into Nanaimo, cassi and I stuck Heart and Star stickers all over Murrays face, who was drunk, and let us.

Monday (today): Woke up with swimmers itch. worked around the house a bit. Moved out Nicole, said hi to Uncle. Dave came over, gave me benydryll (sp?) which made me sleep for 5 hours. Woke up, still have swimmers itch. Went grocery shopping at Save On, ran into Jason, Nicole, Martina and Courtney... it was all "Homgz hugs me Alicia, I haven't seen you's in soooooo long" which was like...odd. Oh, and of course, Nicole and Martina grabbed my ass. I don't know why they still do that. Old habits die hard eh?

So yeah, thats what has been happening lately. Tommorow, I work. Then, I don't know what.

Life is a mystery to be solved, a game to be played, and a journey to enjoy....


Random Question #125-d

Have you ever gotten swimmers itch?

More changes in my ever changing life.

So, I forgot to mention that we have these people camping out in our back yard. They needed a place to stay, and have known my mom for like.... 30 years. well, the father. the two boy's we've known since they were born...both younger then me. Anyways, they are camping out in a tent in our back yard until the end of August. And paying us for it too... like... more then my cousin, who is actually living in the house.


Actually, she's moving out like...next week. Going to college for medical assistance and such... you know those home support people? she wants to be one of them.

The happenings of today....

Woke up, drove cassi home, went to work till 1pm... then came home

After that, I found out I have strepped throat, and now I am taking these orange antibiotics... fun.
Then, we had to go shopping at this store near woodgrove 'cause nicole (cousin) needed these outfits for that whole nursing thing... And I bought some shirts... 'Cause I'm cool like that.
Then, we went home, noticed a broken/smashed/cracked window, and a slit hose with water pouring out of it.
So, we clean the house and such, chores and whatever... Then my mom comes home, we show her the window and hose, and then we have to go out.

Turns out we were going to harewood... to pick up my new kitty!! So, yeah... I now have 2 cats. Kyla (grey cat) and Taia (white with orange and black patches) And, well... safe to say Kyla hates Taia...and Taia basically ignores Kyla.

So, we get Taia... find out they named her Nemo... Change her name, go home, put Kyla in my room, let Taia explore the house, and go to a Baseball game... All this with a strep throat.

Come home, see the boys (the ones living here, not the father though) they say they haven't seen him all day. he never came to pick them up, so they scrounged up money and took off to harewood on the bus, to try and find him... Turns out he is in jail right now, and they won't tell us why.

So, by the end of the day, I am a burnt strep throat victim hopped up on orange penicillin antibiotics who is spoiled for her birthday. .... Which is still two days away.

I don't know what else to write....


Taia is asleep, Kyla is cranky...and behind closed doors.


Random Question # 415-b

Which name do you prefer Taia (Tay-a), Kyla (Ky-la), Zephi, or Chi.

Um.... yeah.

So, yeah.... I am only posting because someone pointed it out to me that I haven't lately... Seriously, I forgot I had a blog. Things have been so hectic lately. Oh, and the whole...grounded off the comp' didn't help much either eh?

So, about the hectic ness....

Went camping at a cabin on spider lake, then came home, worked, went shopping, saw rich (what is it with seeing rich in grocery stores??)

(sidenote: Cassi says Jeebus Cripes)

Worked again, picked up cassi, went to beach....got assaulted by rocks. Worked yet again! Then, went to another beach... not an ocean one this time but a lake one. It was some sort of suprise party for logan... uh....huh.

I really don't know what else to write... I've conquered the long winded ness... thats what I've done for the past couple of days... since like.... friday.

Oh, yeah.. I got an MP3 player for my birthday today. Cause, my birthday is on Saturday... 3 days. I don't know what I want for my birthday... Well, what I wanted was an MP3 player, that I was going to buy myself. So... yeah.

This is sad... I'm like.... not typing a lot. Which, usually I do, type a lot that is. Maybe I should make another "Midnight collaboration" seeing as Cassi is here. Just you know... two hours early....


See, it's not late enough to write anything... we still have sanity... and aren't all that hyper... which of course, you know... enhances creativity... and stupidity.














enough spaces eh????














I like the spaces





ooooooo an enter key...







It's also a return key





I'ma gunna conquer the world some day....








When I snap, you'll be one of the first ones to know.... (tee hee)






Supposedly I'm an imaginary friend now... for Brookey.




STOP WITH THE ENTER KEY.... Ok.