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SEMICOHERENT RISES AGAIN

[Sep. 26th, 2007|12:23 pm]

HI ALL YOU SEMI-HEADS.... I AM BACK WITH AN UPDATE TO A SONG I STARTED 2 YEARS AGO. I POSTED IT HERE AND NOW I HAVE MORE SO I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A GREAT PLACE TO POST, SEEING NO ONE COMES HERE ANYWAY. SO HERE IT IS:

Well she looks at me with those angry eyes, she says I'm tired of listening to your god damn lies, because you spent all night making googly eyes at that girl who walked in in that brown mini skirt.

And every word you say, ya I've heard them before and if you tell another lie I'm headed straight for the door, cause this is just like what happened all those times before, and it's tearing me up I can't take anymore.

But the problem is that I did nothing wrong, maybe I looked at that girl but I didn't look that long, and your craziness is starting to lose it's charm, your getting on my nerves God where is my bong?

So that's what you're going to do ya you'll turn to your drugs, you'll hide what your feeling draggin' me through the mud and I can't believe I've spent the last 2 months on a guy... Oh please, just shut the hell up.

I can't listen to you whine, it's the same old tune about how I'm a horrible person and I treat you bad too. And if it's so bad than I really don't mind, just don't let the door smack you in the behind.

If I leave right now I don't know what I'll do. My world is falling apart and it's all cause of you....

MORE TO COME SOON... OR MAYBE IN ANOTHER 2 YEARS, WHO KNOWS

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Words can not discribe...

[Dec. 5th, 2005|07:18 pm]

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Ok so this is the journal where I discuss my new girlfriend and how I am really happy with her but there are problems. Not problems with her but problems with me. In the past I have been burned and burned hard. When you mention that you have a new girlfriend (or boyfriend, depending on gender) are peoples reactions "is she crazy?" Well thats the reaction I get from everyone and with just cause. I have in the past dated crazy girls. Lets do the list, I know it's not a long list but it needs to be pointed out.

Well first of all lets talk about Danielle. I was madly in love with her, I had been for awhile and than one day she was mine... or so I thought. We started dating the summer of 2003 and it was great, we spent every day together, we hardly ever fought. We had 2 blissfull months together, or so I thought. It turns out that I was just a place holder in her life. I was the guy who filled space and killed her bordum for a whole summer. I told her that I loved her because I did but she could never return my affection. She never loved me and it took 2 months or blind joy and 4 months of unbearable heartache to figure that out. She dumped me the first weekend of September in my van in my drive way. I saw it coming but I still wasn't ready for it. We haven't really been able to talk since which sucks because she was my oldest friend. I was crushed and it took 4 months of being moody and one night of being a retard to realize that it was time to move on. It still hurts to think about to be honest but I guess you never get over your first love. I guess I got alittle off topic but it's my journal so deal with it. Danielle had some crazyness in her. I used to say that she was 8 kinds of crazy. There is a list of some of the crazy Danielle things: She had dropped out of school and was mildly employed when we started dating, by the time we were through dating she was unemplyed and had no plans for the future. When she turned 20 she kind of had a nervous breakdown and stopped being able to do things, one being drive. She just lost the ablitliy to funtion a car. She couldn't drive on highways, you might not think that this is wierd but she actually broke down and cried when I got on the 410 once when going to the mall. She used to cry to be about phone conversations she had with her exboyfriend, like about how he called her fat and a slut, might I add that not long after we broke up they started seeing eachother again. We were in our 20's and dated for 2 months yet never had sex. Again you might not find this odd but take in all the facts, she was definity not a virgin and had been with a few guys, and I found out after we broke up that she would have had sex with me if I had just asked. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT. And thats the end of the Danielle story, sad but I was able to pick up the pieces and move on to Kristen.

Kristen's sanity boarderd on actual mental pasient statues. Kristen and I met at a party and hit it off very fast. So fast in fact that we slept together that very night. Our realationship didn't start on the greatest footing, I couldn't remember her name the next morning. So we started dating and she was insane. Sex was really the only thing that drove that relationship. I was able to put up with so much shit just because I was getting a crazy amount of sex. I could get into the stories about Kristen but I really don't have the time or space to discuss all the crazy shit she put me through. SO after dating for 2 months we broke up. I dumped her after a very long and drawn out fight (we fought pretty much every other day and we hung out every day). And after her thretining to kill herself and a very odd situation involving my bed and no cloths she was gone. Well ok, I didn't get rid of her so quickly but eventually she was out of my life, hopefully forever. If you want to look her up she has a live journal, Her name is love_alot_bear_

So as you can see I dated 2 very good looking yet horrible disturbed women. Both of which I had little in common with. And this brings us to my present girlfriend. I met Christy online, something I never thought I would do. We had our first date in downtown Toronto, she had a photoproject to do and I showed her around the city. I was fun. I found out that we had alot of the same interests and liked the same bad movies. She was great looking and I had a fun time but I got the feeling that she wasn't really into me. But I guess I was wrong because we made plans for a second date. Our Second date was at my place and I can say that I had never been so confused in my life. She was hot one moment and cold the next, we would have moments like when our heads touched on my bed but than it would feel like she wasn't into me. It was all very confusing. But she was interested in me, We kissed on our third date, which was at her place and it's been all good ever since. I am happy. I like hanging out with her, I like watching movies with her, I like talking about music with her, I like being with her, it makes me smile. But for some reason I have this little voice in the back of my mind telling me to be careful. It doesn't want me to get too attached because, as history has shown us, she has to be crazy. So I hold back and keep my guard up. I keep looking for the craziness insted of full enjoying every moment I have with her like I should be.

Maybe all my insanity proves that there is a crazy one in this relationship. Me. Well that felt good to get off my chest. Thanks for listening. Next entry I'm going to talk about the fact that I was retarded when it comes to girls when i was in high school. I hope I have learned from my mistakes.

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Finally! an erection from actual, physical contact

[Nov. 24th, 2005|10:51 pm]

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I have been watching alot of "My So Called Life" lately. I have come to the conclusion that the character that I most relate to would have to be Brian Krakow. He is bumbling and never knows what the hell is going on when it comes to girl and that was me to a "t" in high school.

I have also been watching alot of "Radio Free Roscoe." Nothing like Canadian teenage melodrama.

that's about it... I really don't have much more to say. Wow... this entry sucked.

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So This is life	[Sep. 20th, 2005\|05:19 pm]
This is the first chapter in a book I was writing. I found it resently and thought to let others see it. Seeing that the only people who look at my site are Richard and Matt, I hope you enjoy it. PS. I have given up on spell checking my livejournal, deal with it. Enjoy CHAPTER 1: Heart Lake High I can't believe I died listening to Guns and Roses. I'm not knocking G & R in the least; I think that their 80's hard rocking was second to none. It's just that I always envisioned a Lennon and McCartney heart felt ballad like Let It Be sending me off to the here after not Welcome to the Jungle. November Rain, now there is a tune to die to but it's to closely associate with Dolson and his depressing stories of old loves. Isn't it funny how certain songs spark old memories? For example, I can here Banditos by The Refreshments and right away I think of summers at the trailer listening to The Wolf 101.5. I once heard Dick Clark say that music was the sound track of our lives, that every major event of you life can be linked to a song. The first day of high school, your first slow dance, the first time you get laid... music can be the staple holding together the moments in your mind. I wish I had something better then Welcome to the Jungle for my last musical memory. I guess you could say that my mind is a bulletin board of events and useless knowledge all held in place with the push pins of music. I live in the fastest growing community in Canada. I read that once, or heard it, I can't remember. I live in Brampton Ontario. It's a great place. I love to bitch about it and I love to slam it but if you ask me where I come from I’ll tell you right away "Brampton." Now being a suburb of Toronto doesn't bode well for community moral amongst the teenagers. In comparison to the "Big City" Brampton is well... small. I have friends that to this day if ask where they live they would tell you Toronto. It's hard to say whether this is because they are ashamed of their home or they just want to be clear. Telling someone from Cuba that you’re from Brampton doesn't give them any clue what you’re talking about. Now you say your from the T-dot (such a stupid slang term and I will refrain from using it again, I apologize to you all) then they know exactly what your talking about. As it stands Brampton is the only place I've ever lived and so it's home sweet home. I'm 19 and in my last year of high school at Heart Lake Secondary. I opted to take my OAC year. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's a grade 13, it's required if you want to go to University. To tell the truth I have no aspirations for University. I knew that I was College bound since the first day I step into high school. I wanted to be a Musical Engineer since I found out what one was. I just always envisioned myself as the guy who plays with buttons and makes sweet music out of random noise. I had applied to Fanshawe College out in London for the Musical Engineering program but as all things in my life tend to sour, so did this. I was rejected from Fanshawe, the only school apart from T.V. Colleges that offer that program. So I had to fall back on my stand by future, Business. What the fuck do I know about business? The summer had finally come after a year of skipping class and sleeping in. The year was a wash. I had only taken OACs' to let me have a year of sitting on my ass and doing dick all before going on with the rest of my (what was turning out to be a) shitty life. Heart Lake seemed emptier that year. I'm not saying that we had a lack of student body, god no, the population of the school was double that of my grade nine year. I remember the care-free days of walking the halls without having to touch another human-being. Now we were pushed, shoved and elbowed by every Blink 182 fan trying to get to there locker. The emptiness came from the un-familiar faces passing. I used to know most people in the school either by name by face or by a name that me and my friends had made up for them. It was something to do to pass the time, and be cruel in our own private way. Matt and Dolson had made up the names of MooMoo and Tard for these two fat kids in their history class. MooMoo because of the shirts that he wore was really large and the resembled a MooMoo trying to cover his fat gut. Tard was named for his dumb looking face, I really can't remember if there is a story about his name or if it was just because he looked dumb. The student body had grown so large that naming everyone of them got to be a hassle and day by day I started to feel like a stranger in my home way from home. * * * AWRWR... Fuck I hate my alarm clock. It woke me up right in the middle of a dream, like it always does. I sit up and look around. The blinds are closed but the summer sun is trying to get through. I get out of bed and stumble a little trying to make it to the wash room. I remember at this point that I hadn't turned the alarm off, instead opting for the convenience of the Snooze button. It rings, trying to wake an already half woken person. I leave it remembering that there is no one in the house at that time of the morning. I close the door to the washroom so I'm not annoyed by it. I climb into the tub. The shower has been broken for about four years now due to my Father constant renovations. I swear he has renovations going on in every room of the house, most of them a couple years old now. He never finishes his projects; I wonder why mom puts up with it. I'm use to baths now so it's not even a thought on my mind. I lie back and drift into a state of conscious sleep. Here is where I usually decide whether it's a day off or whether I will be attending school. I have no choice in the matter today, how ever; it's the last day of school. I play with my dick a little, thinking if I have time to get a beating in before school or not. I decide against it thinking that I might be late and remembering that I was late twice last week because of my before school activities. I jump out of the tub thinking little of the day ahead just thinking about how Ian is going to kill me if I'm late. As I’m throwing my cloths on at a frantic pace I notice the time, 8:17, I was supposed to pick up Ian 10 minutes ago. As I dress I wait for the inevitable ring of the phone. At about 8:20 as I’m slipping on my kakis the phone rings. Deciding not to pick up my portable phone because I probably won't be able to find it in the land fill I call a room, I slam the speakerphone button on my receiver. "Ian, I'm on my fucking way. Calm your ass down" I say a little calmer then usual. "All I’m saying is that you don't need to jerk off before school every...” I hang up on him before he has a chance to finish. This was actually a daily routine that we had fallen into. I grab my keys and start out to my car not before a give my dog Bernie a pat and a goodbye kiss on the head. I make it out to my "sweet ride." I drive a 1990 Chevy Lumina Apv mini van; I'm the hottest soccer mom in town. I got the van as a hand-me-down from my older brother Christian. It runs fine when it runs. I had gone out and improved the exterior by buying flame decals for the doors. It was more for the laughs then it was for style. As I claimed into the "Fall-apart Machine" (my friends had aptly named it that after many a night that ended in us waiting for the damn thing to start) I started up an MP3 CD that I had recently made. As I back out of my driveway Short Short Man hits my ears, god I hate that song. Ian is one of my best friends, but it wasn't always like that. Ian is kind of a closed off person and it takes a lot to get into his good graces. He used to be kind of weird, he used to say that he was going to hang himself at prom, and he had a kill list. Most of it was a joke but after the Trench coat Mafia thing Ian found it in his best interest to stop doing things like that and become a little more social. I met Ian's twin sister Becky years before I met Ian. Becky is the most out going and friendly person I know, the total opposite from her brother. Becky, I can say is the reason I listen to music. She was the first person to introduce me to modern music (I was raised on the classics, The Beatles, The Beach Boys, Rod Stewart). Becky and I had dated in grade five and she got me to listen to AM 640. AM 640 was the top station for young kids back then. When we started bugging our parents to pay 100 dollars for our docks and we wore boomer jackets, AM 640 was playing Ace of Base's I Saw the Sign and Loser by Beck. Ian and Becky's parents might have had a hand in the separate ways that they developed. Mike and Jane, as we and they call them, are hippies. They are great people and great parents but I think their alternative parenting had produced kids that were both great but both unique in their own little ways.. As I pull up to Ian's house I see that he's waiting on the stoop for me. I pull up and grab the handle of the door from the inside to open it for him (my doors, both passenger and drivers side, only open from the inside, I’ve been meaning to fix it for about a year). Ian climbs in a gives me a death stair. "You know it wouldn't kill us to be on time once this year." He says with a hint of a smile on his face. I say nothing. Really what could I say? "You know it's the last day of school, right? The last day of high school and we have to be fashionably late, again." I let him ramble on not saying a word knowing that my silence annoys him more then me being late. I stop at the red light just before making my left turn onto Sandalwood and I just look at him. He is still rambling on about being late, I think; I stopped listening a while ago. He seems to be steamed about something other then my lateness today. I can see it in his body language. He's shaking and holding himself in an other than calm position, his skinny (almost to the point of malnourishment) body all tensed up. He had spiked blonde hair this morning. There must be something important going on today. "Will you stop bitching for a god damn minute, what the fuck? You've been bitching off my ear since you got into the car. We are late for school every day, why would you spaz out on me today for something that should be expected by now?" I make the turn onto Conestoga and turn to him to wait for an answer. "Sorry Nick, I was just up all night on the phone with Karen. She was crying and... Well let’s just say we had a fight." This wasn't uncommon. Ian had been dating this head case Karen Cline for about a year and recently they had been fighting more then they had been friendly. "It's ok man. Are things ok?" usually I would call her a crazy bitch and tell him to ditch her but I can see he's really upset so I lay off the insults. "Ya, I guess, it's just the same old same old, she think I’m spending to much time with you guys and not enough time with her. We broke up for about an hour. I just wanted to be at school early to talk to her about some shit." A part of me feels like apologizing for being later but another part says "maybe this will the straw that broke the camels back." you can tell I wouldn't mind having another single friend. I opt for the apology "Sorry man, I didn't know... you should have called me or something..." Not that it would have really made a difference but I'm trying to be as supportive as I can when I’m half awake and navigating my way through moron drivers. "It's ok, lets just get their before the second coming, ok." "Jesus has nothing on my, me my friend." I step on the gas and cruse the 40km school safety zone at 80km. We pull into the school parking lot at about 8:35 and I see that Dolson is pulling in behind us. I get out of the car at my nice slow pace knowing that school started at 8:25 but Ian bolts for the doors. I hardly have time to see him disappear into the school before turning to Dolson and watching him climb out of his car. The moment he steps out of his car he starts hacking up a lung and actually throws up. This might be an odd thing for people to see but it happens on a daily basis. "You know that you should go to a doctor and get that checked out." I say with a half cocked smile creeping across my face. "Ya ya. What’s up with Ian, late for his morning kiss with Karen?" "How the hell should I know? I try to stay out of all of your WB dramas." It had gotten to the point that almost every friend I had had a girlfriend and they were always fighting. Me, as the single guy, was always the guy who had their problems dumped on him. It was really starting to piss me off. "You know you want to know about everyone's shit because you like to be able to bring it up in drunken conversations later you shit disturber." It was true, but I wouldn't let him know that. I do like disturbing the shit and I really can't say why. All I can muster in response was a friendly "Fuck you." Robert Dolson or Dolson as he is known to all his friends was a big guy. Not tall and not really that fat, just big. He is an avid Fred Durst fan so all his cloths and his looks resembled Limp Bizket's lead man. He sports big baggy pants (which went out of style about 2 years ago) and Nike t-shirts or golf shirts. On his head rested a New York Yankees hat that faced forward. The hat is used as another means to look like Fred but it also serves (and contributed) to hiding his bolding head. Me and Dolson, along with our other friend Steve, were really close for a while because we were the single guys but that all changed when they both got girlfriends. We saw less and less of each other after school now a day's. Dolson was dating Laura Thacker. A large girl who used to go to Heart Lake but opted to take the year off rather then spend it waiting her time in OAC. Their relationship was always in constant flux. It was hard to see if they really liked each other or if they just liked having convenient sex. Laura's past was kind of sorted and I know most of it. Their relationship is the thing I always stir shit up in. If you ask them I bet they would tell you that I was the cause of most of their relationship problems. Suffice it to say me and Laura really didn't get along, It's odd that me and Dolson get along so well come to think of it. The throwing up thing is because Dolson is a chain smoker. He coughed violently every time he stepped outside. There are many differing theories about what’s wrong with him but nothing concrete because he refuses to go to a doctor. I walk into my first period class like I'm "big shit." Head high, smirk on my face. All for attention but it makes a good showing of my lateness and my not caring (I'm so fucking slick). "It’s nice to see you show up, class lets all stop what ever we are doing and interrupt our lives to watch Mr. Muccelli walk into class late. Was the extra 15 minutes of sleep worth it?" I sheepishly grin and sit down. Mr. Johnston is my favorite teacher. He's my first period history teacher. He's fun, that’s about all I can say about him, I turn to the punky looking short kid sitting next to me and say, "Fuck, does he have to do that to me every time I come in late?" He turns to me. "Well I don't know, maybe if you showed up for class on time... fuck it, do what ever you want." He smiles and turns back to the video that was playing as I walked in. Because it's the last day no one is doing dick so we all sit and watch movies. "So are the Rents going to the cottage this weekend Lee?" The short guy turns to me with a big smile on his face. "Fuckin' Eh, we gonna bust it up old school style niggaa." Now you might think that this is a weird way for a punk kid to talk but Lee had started listening to Rap lately and has been smoking a lot of weed so his racism is excusable. "So what time should I come over to get shit set up for the party?" Lee's place, during the summer, is the party house. His parents went away every weekend and he had a party almost as frequently. Lee's parties kicked ass because he had a pool and a reasonably big house. My folks go out of town every weekend but my house was small in comparison to Lee's and I don't have a pool. "As long as the Rents aren't around, you could show up when ever you want. I'll call you." "We are going to get so wasted tonight." "Ya man, and I’m inviting some girls from my other classes. Hot chicks in the pool, nothing wrong with that." The rest of the class was a boring and all I could think of was the party on for tonight anyway. Second period, Geography. Let’s just say I skipped this class and moved right on to lunch. I walk into the Cafeteria and find my friends Matt and Lauren sitting with Steve and Stitt. "God, if I have to sit through one more boring ass class, I'm just going to up and leave." I say with a giant smile on my face. "Nick, don't you have class now... come to think about it Nick, it' an odd treat to see you at school at all." Stitt says with a smile matching my own. "Don't you give me a sermon about skipping school. You’re the guy who has a skip day named after you, or do we forget the Stitt Days?" Ryan Stitt or Stitt to his friends is the friendliest guy you will ever meet. This guy is the person who puts sayings like "Brows, before Hoes" into actually practice. He's a tall guy, stretching up to about 6'2. Goofy looking like a mother fucker though. Guys got a girl friend too. Can you believe it, someone who is lacking in the looks department (like myself) and he has a girlfriend. And she's not bad looking either, bit of a history but not bad looking. "So you guys are all coming to Lee's party tonight right. Throw some back with he boys and get a little crazy." I take a seat and notice that the caf is emptier then usual. Must be because it's the last day. "You know I’m there, but I’m not drinking." Stitt says with a somber look. "Wo wo wo wo wo?" Matt erupts; the echo catches the ears of some of the other people in the caf. "Why the fuck aren't you drinking? You have to drink. Drinking is what you do. You’re the guy who drank straight Vodka for the first time at my house and didn't flinch. You even asked what the chaser was for, and you’re not drinking, what’s wrong with the world?" Matt can be a little dramatic at times. "Well I have to drive Laura to work, plus I have an 8am shift with the city." "Fuck work." Matt sounds more determined now then ever. "You go to work hung over all the time. And the Laura thing, Steve can drive her, he never drinks." You can see that Matt is not letting Stitt leave is conversation with out a promise of getting blauto tonight. Steve sits backs and doesn't questions the fact that he is not drinking tonight. "Fine, fuck. You know sometimes I can feel like not drinking. I do have the right." "Ya you have that right. You have the right during school, church, taking a shit but when you go to a party you drink, that’s who you are." Matt can get a little preachy when he is forcing a point. "So what’s everyone drinking tonight? I'm thinking about some Smirnoff Ice." Stitt says with a renewed grin. "Nothing, I'm not drinking tonight, I really don't feel like it." Matt says turning to Lauren with a half cocked smile. "You know I hate you right." Stitt says with a stern face. "I know." Matt gives him a full smile. "I'm drinking, calm down."
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Would you like fries with that?	[Aug. 31st, 2005\|12:25 am]
So It's Wednesday morning... well it's after midnight so it is the morning, and all I can think of is how am I going to find a job. I'm moving out to Toronto in a couple days with out a job lined up. I'm starting to think that staying in school was the easy route, but hell I'm up for an adventure. So I start to think about my qualifications. I am a college graduate with a deploma in Human Resources. I have one year of University and no work experiance in my field... I am screwed. So what do I do, I look on monster.ca for jobs in the GTA. Hey look, they all want 2 years experiance. Ok, so I can't start as an HR manager, I can handle that. So the next step is trying to find a job where I can get some experiance and than advance into a higher roll. So now i'm looking for office clerk work. I am going to be the bottom of the barrel, coffee fetching monkey for awhile but I'm ok with that. Now I start to think about the possiblilty that I don't find an entry level job. What if I can't find anything. My bank account starts to run dry and I'm forced to sell my self into slavery that is the fastfood world. Would you like fries with that? You can up size your combo, it's just 50 cents more. Wow, I just got a shiver. I the end, I find myself taking a giant step into the real world. I don't know if I'm ready, I don't know if it'll work but I have to try. And in 2 months if you see a sad 22 year old man asking you if you want cheese on your burger, that might just be me.
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URGENT! A message to all Brampton-Springdale families:

[Mar. 18th, 2005|06:25 pm]

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The same-sex marriage bill c-38 will change your life! This bill is not about Minority Rights. It is the thin edge of a wedge that will destroy our Canadian way of life - and damage our families! Tampering with the definition of marriage will spell disaster for the moral and social welfare of our country. The danger is imminent that politicians will force this anti-marriage legislation through a second reading immediately! Our greatest Canadian treasure is about to be dumped into the garbage can of history. The suicidal rush to fundamentally change a 6,000 year old institution is the canker that will destroy the roots of Canada's 'living tree'. Paid for by Concerned Canadian Parents.
*these are the lines left on the cutting room floor*
"If gays get married then they might have sex and come on that just gross"
*while we are at it lets take away gay peoples rights to live with the same freedoms as us. What we plan on doing is turning San Fransisco into a prison, like in Escape from New York. We block all of them in and let them run wild. They can't procreate so it will only be a matter of time till we kill off this poisonous disease."
"Hell, and while we are at it, we were never too fond of those coloured people, maybe we could do something about them too."

I don't think I have ever gotten a more hateful piece of shit in my mail. Lets break down this little piece of hate mail and see what we can find. The First sentence is so eye catching, "...will change your life!", this message changed my life. By allowing me to view, first hand the bigotry of other people, I think I have lost my hope in humanity as a whole.
"Destroy out Canadian way of life", well I for one already feel my Canadian way of life falling apart all around me. How can gay marriage destroy anything, they have the right as Canadians to be free to enjoy all the amenities that this great land has to offer. If gay people choose to express their love through marriage let them, they have the right to be as happy as some couples I know and as horrible depressed as some couples I know."6000 years, wow, I didn't know that they pinpointed the date that marriage became a straights only club."
"Anti-marriage", this has to be the worst part of this whole note. How can gay marriage equal anti-marriage? This part just makes no sense to me. These people seem not to notice that straight people make a joke of marriage every day, just look at our countries devoice rate.

My point in all of this is that I really don't see what the problem is. I hope that the second reading of bill c-38 goes through with flying rainbow colours. I respect the Concerned Canadian Parents right to freedom of speech but I also expect that all peoples of Canada should have the same rights and marriage is one of them. O Canada I stand on guard for thee.

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[Feb. 28th, 2005|08:28 pm]

"Fuck it, I'm not scraping this shit. I think this calls for a sick day."

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Giant Boobs

[Jan. 28th, 2005|11:42 pm]

The mother from Lost in Space has Giant Boobs.... look at them... JUST LOOK!!!!!!!!!

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Another weekend of nothing

[Jan. 28th, 2005|12:07 pm]

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Friday afternoon and I'm sure this weekend is going to suck. I think I need a job, not for money but to give me something to do. I skipped school today, I just really didn't feel like going. I started re-reading Catcher in the Rye when I found out that one of my friends models his life after Holden. I'm about half way through it and I have come to the conclusion that anyone who bases their life on a character in a book is stupid. Yet so many people do base their lives on fictional characters, whether it be from a book or a movie or the life of a celebrity. Take Holden, he ends up in a mental institution at the end of the book. I can see how Catcher shows the struggle of a young man in a world he didn't create but leave it at that.

My gut has been killing me for about 2 days now. I really haven't felt 100% health in like a year. Not a good thing. I have to tell you that getting your ball ultra-sounded isn't fun. The Tech felt that having this thing and rubbing it over my balls was a perfect time to talk about life. I wanted to tell him "fuck man, I'll talk to you later when your hand isn't on my balls."

Here's to the weekend.

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Why is Meg Ryan the perfect girl for me?

[Jan. 20th, 2005|01:35 am]

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I just finished watching YOU GOT MAIL and I started to think about why I like Meg Ryan so much. Now I know what you are thinking, it's not Meg Ryan that I like but the characters that she plays. This is true, I know next to nothing about the actual person Meg Ryan but I do have a deep attraction to at least two of the characters she plays.

In YOU GOT MAIL, Meg plays a charming "30 something" children's book store owner named Cathleen. The character to charming, funny and just a little over dramatic, all qualities I find to be adorable. In WHEN HARRY MET SALLY (my all time favorite romantic comedy) Meg plays Sally Albright and this character shares the same charm and humor and dramatic aspects that I found adorable in YOU GOT MAIL.

Meg Ryan also appeals to me on a baser level. She is a stunningly attractive woman. Her blonde hair and girlish smile give her an adorable girl next-door quality that you really don't find in too many up and coming Hollywood actresses.

Grant it, I have never seen any of Meg Ryan's movie. I've never seen CITY OF ANGELS, SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE or ON THE ROPES so I have limited knowledge of her range as an actress but this post isn't about her acting abilities. It's about the connection I feel to the characters she plays. It's about the feeling I get after sitting through an hour and a half of Boy meets girl, Boy loses Girl, Boy Gets Girl. I'm left thinking that if A Meg Ryan came into my life I would cherish every minute I had with her. Maybe thats what these kind of movies are supposed to leave you feeling like, like it's possible to find someone like that.

Meg, if your out there and if your anything like your movie characters, I'm single. Hey is Ashton and Demi can do it why not us!

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Dropping a class and dropping out

[Jan. 11th, 2005|08:55 am]

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So I need to drop a class. I'm really tired of school, so much so that I have put my resume out there to some companies for an HR job. Next I need to tell my parents about this. I really don't know why I'm worried about telling them, I'm 22 and I still live in fear of my parents. I have an essay to write tonight and I haven't read the 300 page text book that it's supposed to be on. Man I hate school. I just want to start my real life now. I want to start making money.

So I think I got stood up on Saturday night. I had plans to go bowling with this girl that I made out with at new years (I seem to of become that guy who makes out with random girls at parties). So Saturday rolls around and I text message her early in the day to see when everything is going down and I don't get a message back. Then I call her at around 6 to see whats up and she doesn't pick up her phone. So I go back to an enjoyable night of playing X-Men Legends. That'll learn me not to expect much from one night make outs.

I'm thinking about not going to class today... I have a lot of work... the problem is that I haven't been to this class in a while but it's the one that I'm dropping. I'm not going to go. Now I have lots of time to read that fucking text book.

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