Just a few old entries...
Jun. 27th, 2009 | 07:19 pm
location: Lizz-angley
music: The TA is Crucial
I'm just deleteing an old account but i didnt want to lose this stuff.
November 8, 2008
Two Grey Hairs and a Whimsical DreamI am making a conscious effort these days to be more optimistic. Though I have become a realist somewhere along the way and am unsure if such a time ever really exsisted, I have to tell you that I miss the days when optimism was effortless. In any case, I will definately give it the good old To-Poor-For-College Try.
I've come to a place where I can no longer run from myself, and I think I like it. It's the place where in your waking hours you push all that you know you're meant to do in life so far away from you that it begins to surface in your dreams every night in a new and more interesting way. When you've tried so long to be something you're not that eventually the facade comes crashing down around you and there is nothing you can do to stop it.
I knew it was coming, and I was afraid, but now that it's upon me I see that there was no reason to fear the inevitable truth. I am who I am. I like what I like. And no, I don't care what you think. Not today, anyways.
I will never have a job title I can brag to my friends about, I will never be exceedingly wealthy, and I might never get married and have children. But I can tell you honestly that I am okay with all of this, even if that might make you uncomfortable. These are not points to pity.
There is a line between my life and yours (and I'm not even entirely sure who I am adressing here) and I would love it if you didn't compare the paths our respective lives have taken, are taking currently, and will take in the future. We may have been through many of the same things, but please do not pretend to relate, because I have never claimed to understand the complexity of your emotions.
I am choosing to be happy on my own terms, and if you try to help, I will probably only frustrate you in your efforts. Just accept whoever shows up, and I will do my best to do the same. One day, if you're lucky (and I'm drunk) I might tell you what is really going on.
Lots of love.
CauseMTVSaysSo: I'm so happy for you. I love you.
July 25th 2008
Back to Basics
I'm overwhelmed with life right now. To a certain extent, I dont know how this is even possible. It's not like I've DONE anything for the last month.
But also, I think this is the problem. I am not the type of person that was created to be inanimate. I need to move otherwise atrophy sets in at an alarming pace and I turn into this useless pile of human, propped up in front of a laptop.
"I want to live in a world made of fudge."
I want to find that place in my imagination again.
Remember when you could imagine anything you wanted and it was real to you? I want that again. My dreams these days have become so adult. I hate that about growing up. Why is it abnormal to be grown and dreaming of living in a world made of candy?
If everything was made of candy, you would always accidentally bite off the end of your fork.
And how would you brush your teeth with a sour key toothbrush? Candy floss? Think of the cavities!!! Showering would be so sticky.
See? Grown up thoughts ruin youthful imaginations.
I'm moving again. Back home with my parents. I don't know yet if this is god or bad. I meant to write 'good' there, but now that I look at it, it seems more correct the way it is.
Maybe I can collect myself back there in that crazy farm town... Put things back together, figure out where I stand and where I need to stand.
Of all the things to be thinking about (how fail it is to have to move back in with your parents, how I'm going to get anywhere with the shitty bus system and no car, the fact that I'm pretty sure my dad still hates me and just pretends to be nice to me right now because he never has to see me...) the one thing that stick out most in my mind is 'I missed my old bathroom!'
One thing you will notice living in old, disgusting, affordable appartments, is that the bathrooms, no mater how clean they are, are still dirty. Oh, I just realized that I wont even have to worry about silverfish.
Living in the same house as my father VS Silverfish.
That's a tough call. Haha...
Sorry if this entry is hard to follow, I'm just writing whatever pops into my head.
I think I'm going to go and do some laundry, take a shower and try to feel human again. If you read this, I'm sorry.
Missnyou: I randomly clicked on your username and found this entry on your page. I'm not usually one to read about other people's lives but after the first sentence I was... I don't know. I feel like you ripped a page out of my notebook and typed it up. The point is, if more than just one of us is feeling more fabricated than human, maybe we aren't as fucked up as we seem? But probably not. Hahaha good luck fixing yourself back up. tylerr
July 6, 2008
Dating for the Sake Of Dating
So, pretend you are graduated, single and have met a lot ofnice guys over the last few months. A few of these guys are clearly interested in you, but you know that you could never see yourself settling down with any of them.
Is it wrong to date them anyways?
Maybe I've just been watching too much Sex & the City...but I'm very confused about this whole thing.
I've been talking to one guy a lot lately, and I'm pretty sure he likes me a lot. That's generally the impression one would get when he's always saying "I like you a lot." isn't it?
Even then, though, I tried to rationalize to myself that he likes me a lot as a friend...that was until he started in with the "I think about you all the time"s. Now I'm pretty sure he's serious. I, however, am not.
Well, I was for about 5 minutes, then I started to freak out, because thats what I do when guys like me. Which is why I'm single.
But a discussion I had with my room mate last night bothered me a little bit. She thinks I should just hang out with him anyways, and date him because hes a nice guy and he likes me, and I could use the practice. This is where my problem is.
Isn't that wrong? Wouldn't that end up hurting him more in the end than if I just told him I didn't like him quite as much as he likes me? And what about me? Why would I date someone who I wasn't interested in? It makes me feel kind of gross just thinking about it.
You know that part of my Ryan story where Danya talks about how she doesn't get one night stands and that sort of thing? Yeah, that was really me talking there.I don't get it! I'm not the kind of girl who can just date a guy she doesn't care about. Honestly, I only ever want to date one person in my life.
You should have seen my room mates face when I told her THAT.
Anyways, I just dont get it. Does everyone just date everyone else because they're nice, or because they like you back? Or worse, for practice?
Maybe I'm just naive, or maybe I'm destined to be alone forever.
Any insight you can offer me would be helpful.
June 22, 2008
Oh wait... That's ChickenMy last entry was angry, and I don't like having my anger displayed on my profile for everyone to see, so I'm making a new entry.
I'm still a little upset about not having a job, but I kind of don't care anymore.
I sort of feel like this is all happening for a reason. I need to change my life. Sometimes I think I forget that I have complete control over my life, and I just go along with what everyone else is doing.
Maybe I dont want a mindless minimum wage job that I hate, but have to show up to everyday to make ends meet.
Maybe I dont want to take out thousands of dollars in student loans to go to school and take a bunch of pointless classes, so that I am qualified for a job I'm not interested in doing.
Maybe I want to live like a gypsi and travel around the country, telling people about this guy I know named Jesus, selling fruit and hemp bracelets out of the back of a van that also doubles as my home. But only on the nights when its too cold to just lay under a blanket of stars.
Why do people get so bent out of shape when I tell them my REAL aspirations in life?
Maybe they dont even count as aspirations to them, but those dreams mean something to me, and it hurts that the one time I tell them what I would really like to be doing, as crazy, and impractical as my goals sound, (and are, I know...) that they disapprove so strongly.
But its MY life, and if I want to be a smelly hippie girl listening to sublime cassettes in a Westfalia, that's what I'm going to do.
CauseMTVSaysSo: None of my aspirations are realistic at all. NONE of them. And I know I can't be happy with a 9 to 5 desk job or something. I just can't do it. I'm not cut out to be a soccer mom, you know? I want to write. If I can't write, I want to be in the music industry. If I can't do that either, I want to be an artist. None of my dreams are very likely to come true, but I can't settle. It's a bit of a pickle. So yeah, I know what you mean. I think sometimes we forget that life is life and we get stuck in the roles we're handed by society. It's a rut. Like we just go through the motions, get by. I don't want to do that...but sometimes I'm not sure if I could do more. I guess my point is that I understand completely. And that I think you should do what you actually want to do in life, so that you don't wake up one morning when you're 52 thinking, "Hey, my life's over, and what have I done with it?" I have faith in you. :]
GetBusyDying: I know no one really comments on these things...but i couldn't resist:) very inspiring entry. It brightened up my day and restored hope for my future. Sometimes something unfortunate has to happen in order to bring your dreams and aspirations back into perspective. Whatever makes you happy:)
June 16, 2008
This is what I'm up - up against...
I got laid off today.
I wrecked my body for that f*cking job, barely making my rent, anyways, and as soon as my probation period is about to end, they tell me they just dont have enough work for me.
F*cking bags of douche.
But don't worry...If they get busy again, the'll give me a call.
Yeah right.
P.s. The land lady upped my rent. Party!!!
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Zombie Fog
Sep. 29th, 2008 | 02:28 am
location: evergreen terrace
mood:
itchy
music: You Shook Me
Today was an alright day, I think. I woke up and about 4 minutes later, Jamie called me. "Heyyyyyy cutie pieeeee....that's me doing arnold schwarzenegger. heyyyy cutie pieeeeee...." So we drove to langley, to compare leather and hemp for making our own jewelery, because thats what we do. Then we went to the park, because thats what we do. It was nice. I was a little bit bummed I didn't get to see Jono, but what can you do. Happy River Day. Whooo. Gooooo rivers!
I also walked to my aunties house where there was a birthday party, including pizza and ice cream cake. Megan dressed up in stripes, and I really hope she kept the top hat on, cuz it was great. I still cant get the image of the Slide Fail on failblog.org out of my head. I'm scarred.
I learned an important lesson today. When the baby is sleeping, dont wake him up to play. Especially if its one in the morning. *giggles*
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iWant
Jul. 20th, 2008 | 08:28 am
location: midnight mass
mood:
grateful
music: MxPx - Do your Feet Hurt
Thoughts become things.
1) Lip Ring - I don't know why I took it out. i will have it again soon. Mark my words.
2) Vespa - I am suffering from scooter envy. I also need to drive something that will cause the least damage to other cars/people when I crash. But what will I do when it rains?
3) Dreadlocks - I don't know. I just want 'em. That's all.
4) To live in Langley - I miss you.
5) Credit Card - Online shopping. Duh.
More later...
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Did Jesus Wear Long Hair?
Jul. 5th, 2008 | 07:20 pm
location: Lubbock
music: Dixie Chicks - Lubbock or Leave It
This is an actual bible tract from a church in Texas. The views expressed in this tract definately don't correspond with my beliefs. I'm pretty sure I'd be stoned to death if I tried to chill in Lubbock, TX and almost positive that Mr. E.L. Bynum would classify me as a heathen belonging to one of those 'religious hippie cults'.
Werd.
I'm posting this for comedic value only. Enjoy 
DID JESUS WEAR LONG HAIR?
Many men today are wearing their hair long. This style seems to have had its start in modern times by certain musical groups such as the Beatles and others. The hippie movement, which has spread like a plague, has adopted the Long hair style for men. The "Jesus freaks" and other religious hippie cults have taken the long hair road. Unfortunately many men and boys who are not hippies have started to wear their hair in this manner. Many try to justify long hair by stating that Jesus Christ wore long hair. The time has come to set the record straight.
Many pictures drawn by artists in recent times, picture Jesus with long hair. In this they are wrong. The following is taken from the Book, "The Modern Student's Life of Christ," by Philip Vollmer, published some years ago by Fleming H. Revell Company.
"Archaeologists object to the conventional pictures of Christ because they are not true to History. A German painter, L. Fahrenkrog, says: 'Christ certainly never wore a beard and his hair was beyond a doubt closely cut. For this we have historical proof. The oldest representations, going back to the first Christian centuries, and found chiefly in the catacombs of Rome, all pictured him without a beard. All the Christ pictures down to the beginning of the fourth century at least, and even later, are of this kind'."
Even from Leonardo da Vinci and Michaelangelo we have pictures of Christ in the Final Judgment according to this older type.
The June, 1971 issue of "Tomorrow's World" carried an article entitled - DID JESUS WEAR LONG HAIR? The article was illustrated with authentic busts from the ancient world of the Roman Empire leaders proving that short hair was the accepted mode in Roman-occupied Judea.
The busts of General Pompey, Julius Caesar, Caesar Augustus, Emperor Trajan, and King Herod Agrippa - all showed that short hair was the style. The article stated: "For example, on pages 126-127 of Avi-Yonah's work (A History of the Holy Land) are found busts of Pompey, Augustus, and one believed to be Herod - all with short hair. All statues and carvings of legionnaires show them with closely cropped hair. A Roman with long hair was an oddity as is - used to be the case for men in our society. In fact, all Roman Emperors before, during, and after the time of Christ, from Julius Caesar to Trajan, wore short hair. And the emperor was the individual who set the pattern in style and mode of dress for the whole empire."
We do not think that it is scriptural to hang pictures of Jesus Christ in the Church or in the home. Many popular pictures of Jesus that were painted in relatively recent times, have perpetuated the satanic idea that Jesus wore long hair.
"Doth not even nature itself teach you, that, if a man have long hair, it is a shame unto him?" I Corinthians 11:14
Jesus was not a Nazarite! According to Numbers 6:1-27, a Nazarite did wear long hair. However, Jesus was a Nazarene and not a Nazarite. While the two words look similar in English, they are entirely different in looks and meaning in the original language of the Bible. A Nazarene was one that lived in Nazareth, according to Matthew 2:23. A Nazarite was one who took a Nazarite vow, according to Numbers 6.
The Nazarite vow was usually temporary. (Samson and Samuel seem to be notable exceptions, for their vow was for life. See I Samuel 1:11 and Judges 13:5; 16:17).
The Nazarite vow was a vow of separation. Three things were forbidden as long as he was under the vow. (1) "He shall separate himself from wine and strong drink, and shall drink no vinegar of wine, or vinegar of strong drink, neither shall he drink any liquor of grapes, nor eat moist grapes, or dried." Num. 6:3. (2) He could not cut his hair. (3) He could not touch or come near a dead body. Num. 6:6-9.
A Nazarite could not have used any product of the vine, and thus Jesus could not have instituted the Lord's supper if he had been a Nazarite. For in this, he used the fruit of the vine.
If He had been a Nazarite, He could not have touched the funeral "bier" (open coffin) of the dead man in Luke 7:11-18.
If He had been a Nazarite, it is doubtful that the Holy Spirit would have caused Paul to write, "if a man have long hair, it is a shame unto him." I Cor. 11:14.
If He had been a Nazarite, Judas would not have needed to identify Him in Gethsemane, since Jesus would have been the only long haired man there. Everything in the New Testament seems to indicate that Jesus looked much like the other Jewish men of His age. If there had been any radical difference in His appearance, we believe that it would have been mentioned in the Bible.
"Doth not even nature itself teach you," that a man should have short hair and a woman long hair? I HAVE NEVER SEEN A BALD HEADED WOMAN, but I have seen many bald headed men. Very, very few women become bald, and those that do, are careful to conceal it with a wig. This surely must be "nature" teaching us.
The Bible clearly indicates that the hair style of a man should be short, and that the woman's hair should be long. There should be a clear distinction between the hair of a man and a woman. Many scriptures teach that a woman's hair should be or was long. (Luke 7:38,44; John 11:2; I Peter 3:3; I Timothy 2:9 and many others). On the other hand the scriptures indicate just the opposite for the man, for you can find no such list of scriptures as above, in relationship to the man. Other than the very few Nazarites mentioned in the Old Testament, we can think of only one long haired man in the Bible and that was Absalom. He was the wicked rebellious son of David.
The above quoted words were written by Paul and were Divinely inspired of God. Therefore, we are going to accept what God says, rather than the fashion trend of the day. For the Christian, the Bible is the final word, not some picture or popular tradition.
For evidence, we quote what scholars have said about I Cor. 11:14.
Lange says, "Accordingly, in contrast with the practices of a cruder heathenism of the earlier time, when long hair prevailed, there has grown up among the most civilized nations, that good taste which declares itself in favor of short hair for men and long hair for women. Among men, the wearing of long hair is now reprobated as a mark of effeminacy and dishonoring to them, in as much as it prevents the free exposure of the countenance."
Matthew Henry says, "The woman's hair is a natural covering; to wear it long is a glory to her; but for a man to have long hair, or cherish it, is a token of softness and effeminacy."
" . . . If a man have long hair, it is a shame unto him." The Greek Word "ATIMA" is translated "shame" in the above text. Elsewhere in the New Testament it is translated "dishonor" and "vile". Thayer's comments on this word are interesting and informative. He says: "Atima, dishonor, ignominy, disgrace, I Cor. 11:14; I Cor. 15:43, (in a state of disgrace, used of the unseemliness and offensiveness of a dead body): . . . base lusts, vile passions, Rom. 1:26."
Could anything be plainer? The "shame" (atima) of long hair is elsewhere used in connection with a dead and putrefying, decaying body. In Romans 1:26, "atima" is translated "vile". Let us read this verse carefully.
"For this cause God gave them up unto VILE affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature: And likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompense of their error which was meet. And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, GOD GAVE THEM OVER TO A REPROBATE MIND, . . . " Romans 1:26-28.
God is thus associating the "SHAME" of long hair with the "VILE" affections of the sodomites and homosexuals. Our generation has made long hair acceptable and is seeking to legalize and popularize homosexuality. Now, we have homosexual churches and other churches that gladly welcome them into their membership. Long hair and homosexuality do not always go together, but they are very compatible. They both represent a revolt against God given nature, and against His precious Word.
Let the radical subversive Jerry Rubin answer from his book, "DO IT". "Young kids identify short hair with authority, discipline, unhappiness, boredom, rigidity hatred of life - and long hair with letting go . . . Wherever we go, our hair tells people where we stand on Vietnam, Wallace, Campus disruption, dope. We're living TV commercials for the revolution . . . Long hair is the beginning of our liberation from sexual oppression that underlies the whole military society."
Parents who allow a son to grow and wear long hair are contributing to a rebellion against God and against our country. This is a sure step in losing control of a child. Preachers and Churches who compromise on this subject, hoping to reach more young people are actually fighting against God. Let us stand, whatever the cost!
We believe that Christian Young men, when taught the truth, will want to wear their hair short. Informed Christian's will not want to be identified with the "SHAME" or revolutionary revolt that long hair symbolizes.
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I'mma get get get get you drunk.
Mar. 16th, 2008 | 08:29 am
location: Misery (I wish)
mood:
mellow
music: Tequila Mockingbird - Snowglobe
Then this week me and Jamie hung out. We walked around Mill Lake looking for decomposing corpses, (cuz that's how we roll) and then he took me for all you can eat sushi and made me try yucky things like raw fish. He said he did it just to watch me make faces, and wished he had thought to film it so he could put it on his Facebook. What a great guy. No, he actually is pretty great. So on the way to his car he goes 'You should go to CBC." and by then I'd though of a list of reasons why I couldn't do that, i.e. 'i have no money, i hate school, i'll probably be expelled for the papers I'll write...' but he was very convincing and brought up several good points like 'i think you'd like it'...and now i kind of really want to go.
I know. ME. COLLAGE.
So Friday was Shilo's baby shower and oh my GOSH, I haven't been around that many people all at once in a LONG time. It was a little scary. Not gonna lie.
All these women went totally baby-crazy while me, Carissa and my auntie hung out in the back eating nanaimo bars, and then Carissa somehow convinced poor Jamie to come over and meet baby, and my auntie kept asking if he was my 'Sweetie". She'd had a few glasses of wine, though, to her credit.
Thank goodness the majority of the estrogen had went home and/or wafted out of the room by the time Jamie got there, otherwise it could have been a little tragic. But it was just family, really, so you know Jamie sits down next to my mom, and I go "Jamie, tell my mom I should go to CBC..." and he turns to her and says "I think she'd really like it."
I'm telling you, its a very convincing argument. Especially coming from Jamie, for some reason. Anyways, what I'm saying is, I think, I might end up going to Bible Collage in the fall. How crazy is that?
Cassie and Steve talked about Jamie on the way home from the baby shower, too. It was pretty funny.
Steve: I really like Jamie. Seriously. I REALLY like Jamie.
Cassie: Yeah. He's nice.
Steve: He's very relaxed. Like, he's really...zen. You know what I mean?
Cassie: I like him. He should spend more time at our house.
Steve: Yeah, I like him.
Hahaha...They amuse me SO much sometimes.
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...but what do you mean?
Mar. 6th, 2008 | 08:21 pm
location: Romper Room
mood:
discontent
music: Heart
Having nine dollars in my bank account is a pain in the ass. I just thought I'd let you know. Especially when theres approximately a million concerts that I want to go to this year. There's Panic At The Disco, The Trews, City & Colour, Jack Johnson, The John Butler Trio, and thats just the ones I know about right now. It's only march. Everyone in the world is coming to visit this year and I have no money...It's time to get a job.
I'll list the possible places I would maybe apply, for my own thought process....The bowling alley down the street, The movie theater, Starbucks. Thats about it. I don't know what else is around here, but I'm pretty sure I'd rock at all those jobs. I'm definitely going to apply at the bowling alley. How rad would that be? I might steal shoes. And by steal, I mean I would never steal shoes. Ever. That would be wrong. Immoral even.
I'll let you know how it all goes with the job thing.
I'm taking a Q-Town break until I have a job. It's compulsory. Actually, it's punishment. I've grounded myself from posting until I get things together. The thing is, though, I'm pretty sure I'll never feel like I've got it together. But I still wouldn't mine feeling like I have things sort of together. Ahh well. What can you do?
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You should marry him!
Nov. 22nd, 2007 | 12:43 am
location: BP (brett patton, not boston pizza *wink*)
mood:
chipper
music: Paramore
You know who else I talked to? The guy that Lea should marry who fell out of the back room while taking an order one day when Krista and I were there. Did you follow that sentence? I think it needs some punctuation...*shrugs* Oh well. So yeah, I decided he definately did not hear me that time I said I didn't know if he liked girls, because he was like, super chatty and sweet.
AND P.S. When he was talking to me someone else knocked a bunch of stuff over and fell out of the back the way he did when I was with the K-stahh, and he turned around and exclaimed, "SEE?!? I ALWAYS DO THAT AND NO ONE HELPS ME UP!!! Hi, welcome to starbucks..."
It pretty much made my night, not gonna lie.
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Y'all juss jellusss
Nov. 21st, 2007 | 12:04 am
location: willoughby
music: bonnie raitt
So, the gas station I was working at closed down last week and I now work on the inside of Save On Foods, as a cashier. I start Thursday and my new manager, Andrew, is 25 and I could snap him in half if I wanted to. He seems like he'll be a lot of fun to torment. I'm pretty stoked. Even though I really wanted to work at pricesmart because the store manager there is an absolute doll, and he came tot he gas station before it closed to try and convince me that I needed to come work for him. But God was all "Mmmmno...Stay at Save On." I guess he's got some sort of plan again. Always got a plan, that guy...*smirks towards the ceiling*
I'm moving again in a month and a half anyways, so I dont know what God expects to accomplish in that time when I really have been ignoring most of his jabbering for the last while. I guess things have been changing in the last week or two with that.
Like with the homeless guy...I never ever carry cash. I don't know why, I just never have any. But as I was about to hit 'Debit' as my form of payment on the self checkout last night, God stopped me and told me to get some cash back. So I did. Whatever. Then as I'm walking out of the grocery store a homeless guy goes, "Excuse me, miss...do you have any spare change? I just need bus fare..."
How could I stand there with a $20 bill in my hand and tell him I couldn't spare any change? So I said, "I don't have any change, but I've got this twenty dollar bill that I can break for you...do you want a coffee?"
He wouldn't take the coffee, but I bought him some food at Starbucks anyways and gave him the change.
He just looked at me completely surprised and went, "What? Are you serious?"
Yeah, I'm serious. It wasn't my $20. It was Gods $20. He was just keeping it safe in my bank account for a little while, until he needed it.
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microwave cookbook?
Oct. 2nd, 2007 | 03:34 pm
location: litter box
mood:
annoyed
music: jesus jones
Why do the super cute guys always want to buy chew? It's SICK! Seriously. Cutest guy I've seen in a long time, in a Beatles shirt, with a nose ring, and I'm all 'heyyyy' then he wants skoal. SICK!
It started raining INSIDE my bedroom day before yesterday. Yeah, through the ceiling. I'm kinda pissed off about it because theres nothing the (real) building managers can actually do until it stops raining. So yeah, they can fix it next may. Ugh.
I have a mid-shift alone tomorrow. Thats sicker than skoal. And I have 36 hours this week instead of 12. So I might be MIA for a little while.
I'm also totally uninspired to write 'Fake It Like You Matter' right now, which makes me and a bunch of really lames 15 year old girls who want to read about Pete Wentz sad. I feel kinda bad for depriving them of a richer fantasy life...except for one stupid girl who 'loves MOST of my pete story....' and is now bringing down my average rating. What a little twat, she is. I could out-write her any day.
Jeeez, where'd that anger come from?
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teenagers
Sep. 30th, 2007 | 08:51 am
location: the wrong peice of grass
mood:
annoyed
music: MCR
Old guy: You know theres a bylaw that says you have to take your dog off the property to do his business.
Me: I did.
Old guy: No you didn't.
Me: Sure I did.
Old guy: I saw him shitting in front of my balcony.
Me: She didn't shit in front of your balcony.
Old guy: Yeah, sure she didn't...
Me: If she shits, I pick it up.
Old guy: Yeah, sure you do. You know it makes a mess on the lawn-
Me: Okay, but she didn't shit.
Old guy: Do you live in this building?
Me: No
Old guy: Where do you live?
Me: Aldergrove
Old guy: Oh, so you just bring your dog here to shit on our lawns...
Me: *Glare* She didn't shit and I'm just visiting someone.
Old guy: Do they live in this building?
Me: Yeah.
Old guy: Who? I'm the assistant manager, I want their name.
Me: *UBERGlare* Why?
Old (assistant manager) guy: *grumbles at me and walks away*
Me: Whatever, dude.
Old guy: If you want to take her anywhere, you should take her to the pound.
Me: *eye roll*
I hate that guy. Hes not even the assistant manager for my building, and the 2 managers of this building HAVE DOGS!!!
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alright alright slowwwww dowwwn
Sep. 24th, 2007 | 07:31 pm
location: delaware
mood:
angry
music: the foundations
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posting for the sake of posting
Sep. 17th, 2007 | 03:53 pm
location: a grassy knoll
mood:
bored
music: jo jo
So I'm just hanging out eating a granola bar and I thought 'hey, I'll update my live journal'
I have to call my mommy to go hang out with her. Plus Cassie needs groceries and we need to chill in their hot tub. I like that they have one of those. It really provides incentive to visit. Not that I don't love my parents, they're just slightly more bearable when I'm lazing about in a hot tub. You know what I mean?
Awww I missed Dr. Phil. Oh well, let's see if theres anything good on Oprah...
I updated my own quizilla yesterday and while I managed to get one part of a story up, I also managed to destroy my Cbox. I'm smooth like that.
Oh, and you know Chris Crocker? That guy who wears a lot of makeup and wants everyone to leave britney alone? Well, Seth Green did a spoof of him and I put it up on my myspace. I laughed really hard when I saw it. About as hard as I laughed when I saw the original...
Theres a west 49 going in to willowbrook mall. I'm excited. I'm just going to end up dressing like a boy forever. But, yay hoodies!!!
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this is what we're up-up against
Sep. 15th, 2007 | 10:56 pm
location: ghetto-langley
mood:
depressed
music: slow down
I was thinking today that I might have some issues with that. I don't really ever believe it when people like me, let alone love me. Or you know when you haven't seen someone in a while and they go 'I've been thinking about you' or even better and less believable, 'I was just praying for you the other day...' well, I never believe them...or I'll think yeah I can just imagine what you were thinking about me...
I'm in this weird mood where I want to go to church but I feel like theres all this stuff I need to do before I can go. Before I can feel ok enough to go. I guess I've kind of been depressed lately, and I was expecting it because it always happens about 3 months after someone I loved dies. I get all weird and change and stuff, and some people don't get it, and think I'm just being a bitch (which I know now I probably am), but the truth is it has nothing to do with them. I think thats how I lost my friendship with Mr. Hannah. I didn't even realize at the time how horrible I must have been to him. And I think it might be happening with Carissa now too. Which sucks.
So yeah, I think about that and how horrible I have been in the past and how terrible I'm probably being now to some people, and I kinda don't like myself very much because of it, and I just don't really know what to do.
If I am being horrible to you right now, I'm sorry. If I've been awful to you in the past, I'm sorry. If I'm terrible to you in the future, smack me and tell me I'm being terrible and maybe I'll figure out how to stop before we stop being friends.
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LAME/COOL
Sep. 11th, 2007 | 08:43 pm
location: not las vegas
mood: lame/cool
music: ooohs and ahhhs with a few bah bah bahs
I'm going to start posting my first ever real live fan fic online tomorrow, if all goes as planned.
I had to make my first one a Pete Wentz one because it's me.
It was him or nick carter. haha.
Super lame/cool, right???
I told my sister I was actually going to let anyone ready something I've written and she just blinked a few times and went 'wow...'
I've been writing since pretty much the 8th grade and the only person who ever read my writing was Ashley (big ups, ashlizzle)...but she already knew I was completely and entirely lame/cool.
Anyways, thats all thats on my mind right now, other then WTF, who drives a hummer into a tree and then gets shot!?!?! And WHY did I shower with Axe shower gel when I know it gives me a headache all day from the boy smell????? And did you know that drew carey used to go to a pentacostal church???
AND I have ice cream. And I miss lea.
And if krista cancels on me tomorrow, I might just bust a cap. but probably not. But she better let me hear 'this is not a love song'
and I wish I was in vegas last weekend.
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Hal-ah-jah-pee-no
Sep. 4th, 2007 | 10:23 pm
location: Ghetto Langley
mood:
optimistic
music: the sims
Thats about all I'm thinking about right now. That and getting a job. I might get two. or three if I need too. But I have 4 months to be making enough money to live on my own, or I will be venturing into unknown territory and looking for a new place with a new room mate. Ugh. I lived with 9 people for a while and now I can barely stand one. And it seems like I am forming a habit of moving every three months. Maybe Katimavik wasn't such a good idea...
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Ahem
Aug. 31st, 2007 | 09:57 pm
location: Langley Again
mood:
blank
music: ONE
I can't believe they don't RECYCLE!!!!
Move it or lose it. Thats about it.
Grande Java Chip S.V.P.
Tomorrow.
Friendships kind of a weird concept. About as weird as dating
The cats are starving.
I'm tired.
Get on Canada's most powerful wireless network.
(Prayer, not Telus)
XO
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Jul. 22nd, 2007 | 12:37 am
location: bigsby florida
mood:
nostalgic for disaster
music: remy zero
Why is Matthew Lillard so FREAKING hot?!?!?! Like seriously problematically goooood loooking.
Don't push me cuz I'm close to the edge. (werd)
Ugh! EDGE!!! remember Edge? From when the WWF was still the WWF and wrestling was awesome? Man...grade 9...Edge and the Hardy Boys. THEY were good-looking. Edge is nasty now. Nevermind.
Pepsi yummy drippy drippy. On my pants. Hokey Doodle (this is where we all either roll our eyes or stare in disbelief)
So...someone left me a comment a while ago, and it was an anonymous one, and I was just wondering who it was? Because if it was you, I want you to know that you're kind of an idiot, and more then wrong. But thanks for reading my journal...
wishhhhhhh wishhhhhhhhh wishhhhhhhh swooooooooooooon
on yellow/brandon flowers
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...And I Feel Like A Disco Ball
May. 31st, 2007 | 01:56 pm
location: Victo
mood:
bored
music: Chariots of Fire
I dont know what is going on right now because I am so disoreinted with the fact that I am in quebec and everything is SO different. But still exactly the same. I've never been so bored in my entire life and I dont know what to do with myself so I have been resorting to rediculous bike rides around a town I dont even know and baking my little heart out.
Today while I was making bread for the 3rd time in 4 days I broke out one of my old mix CD's labelled july 3rd 2005, and I've come to the conclusion that I'm pretty much awesome. And kinda conceited...hahaha...but seriously, it starts out with Rooster by Alice in Chains, then goes through everything from beyonce and ciara to metallica, coldplay, blind melon, andrew W K, the spin doctors, madonna and fricken Chariots of Fire!!! That is one great mix CD.
Sooo, I need to go hide the chocolate chips because my group is rediculous and eats them by the handful which makes it REALLY hard to make chocolate chip cookies for them when they are grumpy.
I think thats good for now. I wish I was home.
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Try to make me go to rehab, I said no no no!
May. 13th, 2007 | 11:07 pm
location: Home Sweet Home *gag*
mood:
chipper
music: toots
My niggas don't dance they just pull up thier pant and do the rock away.
Lean back, lean back
Lean back, lean back
That, my friends, is art.
This weekend I experienced Toronto. (The T dot, if you will...)
Every last bit of it.
The subway, the restaurants, the people, the celebrities, the nightlife, the STD mattresses, the cab drivers who smoke the ganja, the hang-overs, the tourist attractions and how pissed off your PL gets when you're late to see the tourist attractions.
Sorry, I forgot to care. Haha...
"half an hour, guys...if it happens again, there will be consequences..."
wah wah wah
So it wasn't quite Carissas 6 night toronto experience, but I got in a good 1 and a 1/2 nights and my first jagr experience. I give it the thumbs up fo sho.
ummm I found 5 excellent books in an ikea bag in alicias bathroom and a few choice items in colin powells ld bedroom, plus I bough a skirt and a necklace and I'm in love with them.
And life, still.
And you still.
Goodnight.
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"...needs more chocolate chips"
May. 10th, 2007 | 02:41 pm
location: The Creepy Suds
mood:
confused
music: RESPEKT
I need to start writing again too. My stories and my friends are suffering because of my writers block, or my seeming inability to even pick up a pen. How do I do that when I'm so uninspired? Maybe everything will change in Quebec. Maybe some sort of magic will happen as I cross the provincial border. Other than everything magically turning from english to french.
So as for updates on things and stuff...my PL is leaving after this trimester is finished to help her mommy take care of her grandmommy...and because shes leaving, the new PL, Chris is going to start living here next thursday. So we will sorta have 2 PL's for the last couple of days in CP.
Then it's off to meet Mr. Ayote, our PL for our last trimester. Quebec should be a good time. I've got lots of plans for Quebec, let me tell you...actually let me not tell you. Haha...That way if they dont end up happening, it's not a big deal.
Anyways, I just felt like posting a little something something on my teeny corner of the internet. And letting the poeple who read this know I'm still alive and still in love with life.
