You are NOT rocking it out over there

Billy Joel?!

Billy Joel?! Do you even know who Billy Joel is?! For a person who is a self proclaimed FOB and likes to pretend that they are cute, quoting Billy Joel is just weird! Out of context, out of style (like yourself), and really out of your range.

So please stick to your Abercrombie and Fitch, your glossed ways, fob music, and annoying ways of expressing yourself on the internet. I am sure all the independently minded people will be pleased.

Now I know I am speaking for a mass but I am trying to be general in the hopes of getting you to stop annoying me. A hard task, I know. I hope you and your lame boyfriend enjoy your superficial lives because I am sure on the surface you really will.

So to end a bitter rant, I'll post about my birthday celebration which was fun because I have never seen so many buns gone to waste. Well they weren't really wasted since the ducks and geese seemed really eager to get some bread.

I would think those birds should be insulted because we didn't feed those birds buns out of generosity and compasion but we fed them those buns because when they dropped on the ground, we felt that they were too dirty for us humans to eat. Thus, we didn't really do a good deed. The ducks and geese were there as a convient garbage disposale.

Yup, thats me! An advocate for cleaner bread for the birds at Harwlake park. But this will end once they start to shit on my car.

So after everyone was full (especially Stefen who basically fell asleep) we went over to the lake and it went something like this:
- Joanna some how fumbled the foot ball into the water....twice
- A kind man with a toy motor boat pushed the football back to Joanna (only to be dropped in the water again)
- Phil played pass with some paddle boaters for a little while
- Will lossing Joanna's expensive frisbee in the water
- Us sharing a large pop
- Ran into Reed
- lost Natalie and Paris
- met a nice man who gave us wood

In end I realized I know nothing about how to bbq and all I know is what supplies to get; except I forgot to bring a lighter. But good thing I had matches, which are now gone, that I kept for some odd reason from a long time ago.

Oh mysterious matches, did you ever save me from a headache. I hope you have a good home now.

I enjoy Harwlake park, I think I'll go back there this weekend. This time I'll be sure to bring a lighter.

Fast forward to about a month later and here I am. 20 years old, missing my hair dye, tired of my hair, and looking forward to not working. Sadly though, my height does not exponentially grow or grow in a linear fashion along with my age. Just 1.5" more and I will be content.

This weekend flew by so fast that I barely could feel that it was here. Though the lawn is mowed (thanks Will!) and watered, I can't help but feel like the laziest person in the world! I bought some new nail polish, a book, and a new idea that will help me feel like my creativity was not left with my grade 1-2 teacher who I feel was a bitch.

If a child has to pee, she really means it you prejudicial moldy bitch.

I apologize. I do not have ADD. I really don't but when I think of things to type, I tend to go off on tangents that tend to be related in one way or another because it reminds me of events that I usually am not too happy about. So believe me and don't try to recommend me to take some redilen (how ever you spell it). I am already frantic and if I can't sleep at night, I will go crazy with stress and turn to dark sunglasses to hide the evidence.

So to end this reckless post, please read on:
*X3 was a bad movie
*I can't wait for swimming and picnicing
*I need to run more often
*I can't wait for my hair cut
*I am getting a little apprehensive about buying a coffee maker

This is just wierd.

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Since he belongs on the radio, you belong on my iRiver

Okay. Don't panic.

Wow, I miss shopholic books.


Conor Oberst is coming!!!

And I would like to let all my readers (all being 2 to maybe 3 of them...if I am having a good day) that I do have closet space left and that it is not all taken up by my clothes, shoes, bags, memories, and other things that I find awesome. Although I still have to find room for my new and not so new shoes, I'll still have room left.

So please Will, if you would like to move your clothes to my room go ahead. I do have room for you and you do not just have a corner.

Thank you. My palms have stopped sweating now.

P.S: How come the co-op student who always talks to me likes to walk away while he's talking?

It's okay. I won't panic about it.

You Belong on the Radio

And I belong on the road where I get to yell at drivers and give them dirty looks for nearly side sweeping me, breaking when it is uneccesary, letting not one but five other cars in who just happens to drive slower than my dad.

My dad doesn't actually drive that slow. He just drives the speed limit.

I do hope those people can feel my strong but short hatred for them when I give them dirty looks because it's the only way I can really tell them that their driving skills are poor.

Poor. Poor and the only thing that can make a bad driver and worse driver, is an extremely nervous driver. Someone who is so afraid to move their eyes off of the car that is 25 miles in front of them that they don't shoulder check and end up moving into my lane trying to squeeze their way infront of me.

It's a vicious circle. You build yourself up to a nervous driver and once you are too nervous and scared about what is going on infront of you (which in reality, nothing is), you forget about all of the other people that are happening to be driving right beside you.

Bad drivers....no....idiot drivers live in a 2D land when they're behind the wheel. It's just them, the car(s) right in front of them and perhaps (if they're having a good day where their palms aren't making it hard to grip the steering wheel) the cars behind them.

I can understand that driving in the city can make a person nervous. But I highly doubt that no one has ever told you that the more nervous you are, the more your muscles tighten up (mytonia) and tunnel vision sets in even when your rods on the lateraltempora sides are still in good shape!

I have no paitent. Although I should but I really don't. If one is so scared about driving, they should take the bus. Granted not all of these drivers who think the "driving world" is a place where 2D comes to life can trade their vehicle of hell for public transportation but those who can, should.

And when I rule the world with my off-colored-fist, I will find these nervous drivers and train them.

Train them into super drivers and make them stop causing havock...especially for me.

But for now, fuck you. Fuck off and take the fucking bus.

On a higher note, Bright Eyes is coming in less than a week and Pilate is coming back! I am not positive if I am going since I just messaged Will about it and I don't know how likely he will agree since he doesn't listen to them.

He should start though. In fact, I think I'll message him right now and tell him to start listening to them. I love unlimited text messages to a person where you have an unlimited amount of things to say to.

It is finally friday and since 7:30 I have been at work and I honestly haven't completed anything. I started something and then someone took the computer from me and hasn't returned it to me yet. All of this free time (which is still paid by the way) has allowed me to do some research on some up coming concerts (hence the Pilate announcement), drink a litter of water with no sense of remorse, do more research on the clothes that stores have to offer, look at the shoes that are just too much for me, walk around to try to feel better (which is useless), and dance around in the bathroom because I am just that bored.

It's hard dancing in heels. Even if they're only an inch or so high. It's fun dancing in the bathroom. Even though I fear someone else walking in to discover me prancing around the bathroom for no apparent reason. The music is my head. I swear. And I am not imagining that there are actually other people there. I just like dancing.

And I secretly like getting drunk. I feel like everything is fine and just dandy. Dandy to the point where I feel like kissing everyone and telling everyone that I love them. And it's true. For that one night I do love everyone and I don't have any intention of telling them to fuck off.

I think alcohol makes you feel needy. But it feels sooooo good! Just not the hangover.

But a beer or a little bit more alcohol actually cures the hangover if it doesn't kill you first. The hangover is just the withdrawl from the penetrating effects of alcohol.

So there you have it. I enjoy getting drunk. Although I am sure that there are a million people that enjoy getting smashed just for the hell of it.

In fact I might want to do that this weekend! But wait. I will probably have to drive if I go out and I don't always like Will driving because quite frankly, it's still scary when he drives. I guess I'll just stick to my regular couple of drinks and hate the taste of fermentation that is left in mouth.

So long euphoria. You were awesome when you were here.

Oh cinna bum

Hi, I love you.

And I think that's all I have to say for now.

Oh, it really is you're and not your when you're attributing something to someone, like a quality. Your is someone's possessions and not the shortened version of you are.

Idiot.

Here I thought it was always the other way around

I have never really paid much attention to Arcade Fire but I was listening to Sonic this morning and this one Arcade Fire song that was played reminded me of movies that I used to watch as a kid. I think Arcade Fire needs to pay their respects and some loyalties to Wong-Fei-hong because their base sound or whatever the fuck you call it is exactly from the Wong-fei-hong series. The ultimate on screen Chinese fighting machine should be insulted.



P.S: I like bbq's now and happy belated birthday to me

Strokes

After a grudingly long night with a pounding head and heart ache, I finish making Sarah's lunch and fall asleep only to wake up a meek 6 hours later to a loud alarm and catchy cell phone with tones that I downloaded for free.

Take that corporate America! (But I still secretly love you for all you're worth).

Yes people. It's you're. Not your.

I come to work and it's so nice outside I can't stand to stay inside any longer. I wander the halls waiting for my manager to be released of a meeting that I don't know anything about (and I probably will never know), grabbing a cool looking pen that I probably won't use any time soon, and talking to a co-worker who no longer facinates me.

I hope you don't read this because I am pretty sure you know who you are. Though you are one of the younger remaining employees here, we just have nothing in common. But fortunatly for you, there is another summer student that seems to be super keen on satisfying your socialization needs.

I am sure she'll satisfy others too if you give her enough bread. I also hope that was subtly too you fucking dick bag.

Relentless bashing aside, it's still fun to bump into you. Just don't ask me how work is again please.

At 4:30 I race out of the parking lot and head to WEM. But Will's bus left early and has left him stranded at Westmount mall for another half an hour, his cell phone is dead, and I have no fucking clue where it is. Sure I could probably bus there but what use is that? I receieve directions but they just lead me to yellowhead trail that bascially lead me back to work! Now who wants that?!

So it's 5:30, I've driven for an hour basically, gained nothing but a headache, a warm seat, and new profound frustration for driving. Though I am grateful for air conditioning, I really need to get a GPS system. I thought it was just a luxury thing but it comes in handy, especially when the place you are trying to find has a mysterious address and seems hidden in the far fucking east.... to me it was any way.

Will and I eventually make it to the concert and end up having a pretty good time. The opening act resembled much of Stars's style and it was much too epic to open for The Strokes. Every song was grand, every point of their time on stage was orchestrated like they were playing for the soundtrack of Star Wars.

Too much. I can only take a couple epic stories a week.

Once Will finishes off his over priced 7-up with a ridiculous amount of ice, we head off to the seats and secure ourselves a good viewing spot on the bleachers. It was good spot but even when I was on a rise, white boys still came up and managed to block my view. Fuck, what did they feed you?

The lights start flashing and soon enough people start crowd surfing. I see one thin legged person and I thought to myself, "why am I not surprised that you're here?"

That's besides the point because as the night goes on, Julien (sp?) keeps singing and the drummer doesn't stop pounding on his drums .... until 10:15 that is. They make me fall in love with them once again and make me forget that my birthday was a mere 2 hours away. Shaw is not such a good venue for these shows unfortunatly because at times all I could process was the screeching of the bass and beating of the drums drowning out the lead vocals. It probably is like this in other places too but I'll still complain about it.

All in all it was fantastic and having this much fun makes up for Saturday night and the shitty weekend I had.

Bright Eyes is coming and I can't wait! I am contemplating Dashboard Confessionals too but it depends on what day it is on. City and color isn't bad but I haven't heard all of their music yet to give a valid opinon.

I don't know why but I am feeling that motion sickness again. Perhaps Will will explain that to me soon.

Soon meaning now.

It's 10:20 am and I am at work with nothing to do but to read my book on human sexuality. I would call it my sex book but I might get arrested by Harper for saying sex without any intention to talk about abstinence.

People don't realize it but if you don't talk about it or try to educate the younger generation on it, sex I mean, there will be even more blind mistakes made. I hope you know that. And I hope you realize that soon. Following Bush is just suicide. I am not a politician but silencing the communication part, the most important part, will lead to disaster if not ruins. Though I am not saying that people should be having sex whenever they want, but people should have the knowledge about the risks and everything else that helps them make the right decison.

Sex sells. We all know that, unless we are devote Buddhist monks that have reached such a high level of consciousness that we are unaffected by such deliberations. Thus for the person that did not recieve any information other than from the government, who are so distant and not even remotely reachable, saying that sex is only for married heterosexual couples and messages from the media basically telling this person who should be having sex, how you should, and if you consume their product people will more likely invite you in. In the end when the person does decide to have sex, they are ill informed. The media is biased and glorifies everything anything inorder to sell, plus the governments message is unprecedent it is practically a waste of money. So while companies are benefiting from making people hot and bothered, the government is finding new ways to control people.

Ironic how so much money and time is being spent on such opposite sides of the spectrum. But no real knowledge is being spoken off, unless it is about abstinence. People won't make all of their decisions based on messages coming from something so intangible, you controlling and manipulative fool.

It's almost lunch and I can't wait.

Silently fuming and yet I am expected to take it. I say Fuck it.

It's ironic that the less I do something that the more my mom nags at me about it. Take for instance, talking on your cell phone while driving. I rarley do it and when I do I try to make it short as possible. The thing that really pisses me off is that she nags at me infront of everyone else because she knows I'll be less condesending about it then. Even if I tell her that I don't she will still say, "Well I am just telling you."

Yet she called me on my cell phone the day before my parents came back to again, tell me not to talk on the phone.

Have I mentioned that she does this quite a bit, especially when I am actually driving?

And have I stressed that this is long distance and it's not her that's paying for the bill?

And finally, have I pointed out how ironic everything is?

It makes me angry, really.

If you are going to nag at me, atleast wait for me to go home and tell me to call you back so we don't rack up the long distance bill, again.

It's ironic how she tells me something over and over again but I have already done it the first time that she asked and yet she still feels compelled to nag at me driving my minutes out of the acceptable range. Not to mention, my sanity.

Oh shit, mother's day is coming up.

Apparently people can come from candy land too

My assigment was finished before noon and so did my iRiver that keeps me sane, awake, and feeling like it is okay to just want to dance. I should brought my charger with me. I knew one battery bar wouldn't last me 8.5 hours plus the drive to and from home. Oh well. Now that I have my access pass, I can wander the halls, get tea whenever my eyes won't focus anymore, and stock myself up with an endless supply of pens that I'll most likely never get around to using.

Binders. I actually need binders.

I don't usually enjoy tuesday/thursday classes that much but for my first semster I am just packed with......those. Too many! I just hope they are interesting and fun to atten, but I guess I shouldn't be asking for too much. Night classes are actually useful and helpful in the fact that the finals are written in class. I always used to thought that they were way too late for me and that I would rather go home and just finish early. But staying at school and actually getting more done is always the better choice.

Finally the tickets for Bright Eyes are picked up and I cannot wait!! It's going to be so awesome!! Though I am not sure to what extend Will will enjoy it but too late now!!

Tweleve minutes to go and then I can go home. I can't wait. I am supposed to rake and mow the lawn but work has sucked the life out of me and has bored me to death. I really wish my iRiver had batteries so I could get this Britney Spears song out of my head.

Speaking of Britney Spears, I think she is the most well marketed fake-singer in the world. Everything is computerized and you can hear it but people still like her because she is good to look at. Not so much now because she probably never learned to put on makeup, choose out the right clothes, or even the maintanence of her hair. It is okay though. She has enough money to hire people for that. Her husbands' head shape really annoys me. It is really round and very lollipop like compared to rest of him. It's like his head got squished in the process of birth. But I give you credit though for landing one of the most wanted girls on earth. Oh! He looks like that girl who is going out with the guy from the witchcraft class. She also has a lollipop head that makes her look not so cute and makes me wonder what her personality must be like. The guy is pretty good looking I must say but his girlfriend has a lollipop for a head.

Staring at the computer screen with no need for brain power makes me lightheaded and grumpy. Goodnight.

Natural is not comfortable

Shitty how people loose paper work and shitty how I don't get an access pass that actually works because these idiots lost my paper work. Shitty how I have to knock on the door each time after I go to the bathroom and shitty how there is nothing to eat here except chocolate bars.

On the bright side there's free tea, coffee and stationary. Kleptomania here I come. It's ironic though that I can get all the tea and coffee I want (stationary too but I don't want to look like an idiot) yet I don't have a true cubicle, garbage can, access pass, or real useful assignment.

But I am not complaining, just embellishing on the wonderful world that is mine.

Bright eyes and The Strokes are coming up and I can't wait!!! Plus my birthday. Though I never really am excited at the fact that I am getting older, it's an excuse to have a bbq. This time though, I would like it if no one ran away for no good reason.

I can feel myself getting ecstatic! I can also feel the blood rushing back to my skin tissue as the hot water drown my hands in the bath. It's not quite a tingly feeling but it is cool, though I wouldn't want to do it too often.

For middle aged men who work as IT guys are pretty loud. Things are being thrown around and jokes that I clearly don't understand are played out, all in the while I am sitting here doing the most mundane work of all. The most boring and mind numbing computer task ever.

The only pick me up I can count on is getting free stationary and caffinated drinks. Like every other high, it doesn't last for long and the artery that always gets pinched when I sit in a comfortable position doesn't hesistate to tell me that I should adjust. But I guess I should care for the health and safety of my leg cells and my leg in general so I will adjust. Just calm down on the pain sensors. Sheesh. After all, I need my leg to catch all of those assholes that I intend to bottle just for being assholes.

By the way, these people are at the extreme end of the spectrum. They were born assholes and were put through traning just to be assholes and to annoy the rest of the world. Yet as always, I am here to shatter something. Whether it be your myths or your stereotypes that I blantlatly refuse.

Six minutes and counting.

Weee Gilmore Girls, Scrubs, and Teachers tonight!

If only that button worked

I'll be seeing you on June 7. If my exclamation mark button worked, it would help me fill the page with excited rants and ridiculously long words that try to describe the excitement that bursted out of me when I saw the posting on ticketmaster.

Obsessed I may be. Okay I am but I do love him.

This definetly beats the Strokes but I hope there aren't too many teeny boppers there. Though I am sure there will only be hardcore emo kids with black nail polish that matches their black sweatshirt.

I am sure I am going to love this.

David Bowie, you're too cool

And yes, I would say that with an odd but smooth twist to my voice.

Early side note: I hate it when people spell 'you're' as 'your'. I am pretty bad at grammar myself but at least I know the difference between the two. You might instantly think that only fobs or any other sort of immigrant would commit such a heinous act on the English language like that, but I am here to shatter your stereotypes (and the gnome of yours that you secretly love so much. They really creep me out. House wives and eclectic fathers, what were you thinking?).

My laptop has been damaged by an unfortunate and almost fated event, an entire cup of spilled chocolate milk. It claimed a small number of victims (keys) but it can be fixed because my genius of a cousin (not sarcastically) cleaned the keys for me and managed to trick the operators of Best Buy into thinking it is a glich. Success! It should be a law for me to buy warranty of electronics whenever I can because a number of uncalled for damaging events have taken place in the past. The irony of it all. I am one of those people that like to keep the plastic covers on my new mp3 players, cell phones, and even encouraging stickers on computers and laptops that try to make it into your mind as a last thought. Despite all of my effort to maintain everything in its mint conditon, the plastic still manages to come off. It's not crazy, I hope.

Actually I don't think I would give two shits. As of right now, Jason is running around with a skipping rope tied around his tiny child waist and screaming as if he is having the best time of his life. I am not sure what Marissa is doing but I am positive that she will do almost the exact same in a matter of minutes. To my point, I think the entire world has stopped to caring and I am glad. You pretencious assholes with bad taste have to stick together for fear of realizing how uncool and ignorant you all have been. Honestly. Your group has some of the most wealthiest kids in University and yet all you do is conform to the social norms, look like what Corporate America tells you to look like, and center your life around meaningless celebrations of (once again) meaingless shit.

I know what you meant when you said '....everyone backed out.' It really was not true but the word everyone has a different connation for you. I don't hate you though, it just really didn't impress me.

Despite the formless people walking around wasting precious oxygen, the sky is now routinely blue, the sun is always out, I am getting my recommended almost of sun expose to increase my vitamin D, and I can't wait to break out my trampoline and tennis rackets. It is so much easier to get up in the morning now and I can't wait to have my two barbeques.

I am breaking out my leggings and soundgirl dress.

Oh ridicously fruity patterns that makes your mind boggle, how I love you.

Like I was thinking

All I want to do all day is watch Scrubs, What I like About you, read various books and go outside....all in the while I am wearing my pearls (except if I'm going to play some sports of course!)

No, I hope it gets slammed in YOUR face.

Thank you.

I think it's safe to say that saying those two words are faster and easier to say than typing it, writing it, or even thinking it. I always thought that in Canada and in developed countries, manners come in a packaged deal for middle class families; especially if they're white. If your mom or dad gives you food so you can live to do all of those thoughts that you have concocted from the streaming media that is Disney, wouldn't you say thank you? And would you not say thank you to your mom and dad for allowing you to live in their house until you're old enough to move out or pay them rent?

I know if I didn't say thank you or please to my parents or grandparents, I would never hear the end of it...or even feel the end of it.

Even in school manners were applied and enforced. I remember a classmate who didn't say thank you and gave the teacher attitude about when asked, got a half hour detention after school. Now, was it really worth it?

Pride can be such a bitch.

So given all of that training, conditoning, and reminding, how come you will not say thank you to a nine year old girl who is standing there and blantly holding the door for you? Next time, I'm just going to instruct her to slam to door on your face so the whole world can see your dirty ass on the ground.

Everybody is an offender. I have to say "your welcome" in a monotone and unpleased voice just so you're reminded of what manners are. They really only are one to two letter words that take less than two seconds to say. They don't even require that much input from higher level brain functions.

Furthermore and to a close, you disappoint me. I would throw my fruit at you, but the fruit's too good for you.

On a happier note, I'm getting the Loop backpack that I have been eyeing at since Christmas! It was much cheaper buying it on Ebay so I guess you were right Will.

People talk about travelling a lot and going out to see the world, but for now I am dreaming of wearing awesome Diesel jeans and vintage clothing from The Paper Bag Princess (along with my loop backpack of course!). Not just vintage clothing, but clothing with patterns that boggle your mind and jeans that make your heart skip a beat. They might not be as powerful as that hot guy from Rutherford or Cameron but I think they'll keep me happy.

Yes, that did sound materialistic.

Were you looking for an excuse after that?

I'm tired of excuses. In other words, I don't care.

I just finished the hardest test in the world on Friday and now I'm off to do my two psychology assigments, Political Science midterm and paper, and Witchcraft presentation.

But first, the snow has to be shoveled.

Fine.

Good luck on your test!

And you're right. Too much onions make me sick =(

Random

Hi Charles!

Dear mind

Stop trying to protect me. I know the possibilities and I know what might happen. It's clearly written out for me and I don't want to see another positive possibility. It's unfair of you to leave me ignorant and feeling remorseful after each realization because it just hurts that much.

So stop it.

We as humans have the ability of foresight and thus I have already come up with a slight plan. How it will work out, I am not sure. But I will hope for the best and do what I can. I wish I did have those miraculous healing abilities that does wonders without having to toy around with chemicals; just our minds.

It's so ironic. And I hate it. I hate how past words are coming back and making me realize what I thought about. I wish I never have and that's the irony of it. I just wish I knew the significance of it when I was thinking of those words.

Not all of it was bad though. My grade 5/6 teacher once said that we only remember the bad things in life and I half heartedly agree. I also hated him, his wife, and his pretensions children. Fuck off you little assholes or I'll throw my neatly placed pencil crayons at you. The only good thing that I remember from that teacher was that he said I learned multiplication fast. But don't give yourself too much credit you asswipe (who probably wishes he was an exhibitionist- I mean who wears such short shorts and a speedo in front of his 12 year old students?), it was my mother (who secretly wishes she was an accountant) who clarified things for me. My dad taught me division because you were too engrossed in your fucken bull legs and preaching about what not to eat.

Okay so he had a point. Memories of anger are pretty prevalent but I hope the good ones or at least intentionally good ones are enough to keep you here. Despite all of the shit and feelings of rejection that become uprooted, it just would not be the same.

Stay.

And in exchange, I'll take all of the bad memories. After all, I am the only bitter one.

What a geek

I think the Axe deoderant commercials are funny and entertaining. They didn't bother to go out of their way to be subtle, clever, or even witty. Just fruity and blunt.

"Buy our deoderant and you'll attract hot women who don't think twice about why they're with you."
And why is it never that deoderant commercials targeted at women use sex as a selling point? They're always so much more serious than mens. For instance, an Axe commercial has women litterally jumping at this one guy (who's not ugly but not exactly an Orlando Bloom). Where are all the men jumping at the women?

Okay, so that would hurt. I wouldn't want a guy who's 50 pounds heavier than me to act like the Blob and jump on me. That would not make me want to buy that deoderant and certainitly stay away from any Blob like guys.

But thanks to my new gaming habits, I'm sure I've become more faster. I wouldn't go as far as being more agile or even Wolverine-like, but more.... we'll say alert. That's a good word.

Don't test that though. Or else I'll throw my recent garbage at you and considering what just happened, I'm sure you would not enjoy that. Satisfaction guaranteed!

Back to the point, I guess those deoderant companies have a point. Sex just doesn't work that well with deoderant sales to women. But pacakaging and practicality does.

Well. It does with me.
Hilarious I say, hilarious!

Holly fruitcakes I've spent so much money this month. I think the only thing that I have not bought yet is a lamp.

And speaking of a lamp, I saw one that I wanted in Winners. Oh Winners. Of course Sarah stopped me from buying "useless" things and "stuffing" my room with them. Honestly, I think my room does have a lot of junk but that's my fault because I really have given up on making it work. So really, it's just stuff that doesn't have a proper place.

On the same note as the fruitcake, I've realized how much I miss listening to RHCP. There is no direct nor popular correlation, just an inside joke.

Wow I'm like a thesarus today.

The downloading of Scrubs was unfortunatly demolished due to a fake file. Fuck you fake files. And fuck you jam /condiment stealer of today! Maybe if you eased up on those condiments you could use the stairs again!

Okay that was mean but really. How much does jam really cost? Now if it was Gucci made jam or something ridiculous and just fucking stupid like that, I could understand. Who the hell would pay twenty five dollars for a jar of jam? I guess the jam/condiment stealer of today wouldn't even pay $2.50!

I hate people sometimes. Okay all the time, especially in the morning. Especially when they think I'm an idiot who gave birth to two kids already. Have you ever thought that maybe I'm babysitting? Maybe I'm doing someone a favour and guaranteeing the safety of their children? Perhaps you're just an idiot with bad judgement and a prejudice-filled head.

Actually, I think that is just it.

P.S: I think Logan is an asshole. A good looking asshole with nicely colored hair.

I miss the Gilmore Girls and I realized that I have a love-hate relationship with school. I hate the people and I hate how people don't use soap. But I love the fact that I'm still working towards something.

I also love burning things. CDs and DVDs that is. My short lived pyro days are....well...gone (considering how they were short).

And so it is settled

I must say. Aritzia is disappointing. It's probably just me though. It didn't appeal to me and I don't think it ever will.

The way that the store is decorated on the outside is alluring (decieving almost) but alas, it does not live up to its promise.

I think I've grown out of coffee. It does nothing for me now.

You know what would be fun?

Dressing up manequins.

They don't complain. They have perfect posture and to make it even more perfect, they don't ever gain that dreaded five pounds.

Perfect!