uzumaki bitches

I packed as much as I could before work.
Nathalie came over and we headed to our food service jobs.
Work was okay, I talked to Sarah about taking her apartment.
She was upset, but it wasn't really me, it was Ryan.
I just needed a place to stay, and he had one.
She can't get out of her lease for a long time.
She isn't mad at me which is awesome.
After work Nathalie came over, we had a few drinks and did some major work.
One of our trips to the dumpster, a bag broke.
Its a trend I like to follow.
Couple of lesbians came to the rescue and did some major hitting on us.
We were way too drunk, I just laughed the entire time.
In the morning Nathalie was yelling at my window to wake me.
She made fries and my dad showed up.
He had my entire apartment moved out within a half an hour.
Efficient mother fucker, I was felt like a combination of bum/hung-over/tired.
My dad is awesome.
I took him to the Public Gardens to show him the ducks.
Its too bad all the flowers were gone, he would of appreciated them a lot.
I told him all the major updates of my life.
Some of which were a bit more shocking.
He gave me a blue cross card, incase I needed birth control.
We just don't talk about shit like that and I don't take pills.
Thank god the man had been buying me rum and cokes at dinner.
I dropped some stuff off at Frenchy's and Meghan invited me to help out with her costume.
I met up with Eben at Rock Gardens.
I'm moving right infront of it, was my first time down there.
Alex's poster art looks really nice, the whole place is pretty amazing.
Eben and Meghan got down with some mummy wrapping and I put my hair up in spirals.
Nobody really knew what my costume was, not that it was obvious.
I would just start twirling and say 'I'm an uzumaki'.
I think it went over well, I got some nice comments about the hair.
Which I will be sporting at Reflections tomorrow for sure.
We went to the One World, Play Guitar is awesome.
I headed to Megadan's with Nathalie and Amy.
I went to pick up my friend Cory who needs to hang out more.
The party was pretty awesome, I had some good conversation with strangers.
I love random conversation, as long as I'm loaded.
Afterwards we went to another party and Alex stole a toaster.
He was dressed in garbage bags and kept saying 'I'm sooo punk rock'.
This morning I finally got my name on a lease.
We went over to the landlord's, I handed him my money, he handed me keys.
I moved all my stuff from Leah's to the new spot.
I can't wait for my utilities to be hooked up and things to get rocking.
Leah made all kinds of ridiculously good food.
Her new roommate made caramel apples. Sweet lord.
We went to my old place to paint the walls and the scribbles.
My dad had already scrubbed all my floors, cleaned my entire place and painted.
He left a note saying I should call more.
I'm going to definitely have to do that.
I guess I do sort of neglect my parents, but they could call me just as easily.
Phone works two ways.
We ended up sitting around and smoked pot all night.
Jack and Biggy started acting each other.
I don't know if you've seen two male cats get into an argument but it was hardcore.
I came over to Alex's to ughh.. visit.
Ok use the computer.
But I ended up watching 'House of wax'
Paris Hilton is... well.. the bitch looks good in pink panties, but the acting... well.. yeah.

I wonder if I forgot something totally life changing.

Lindsay Lohand-Slapper.

It is born.
Let the madness begin.
I told the folks at work who wrote the note to say shit to my face instead.
I think I found a place to live!
Signing the lease on Sunday.
I am almost too pleased with it.
Right infront of Music Stop on Cunard.
24 hour Needs, Tony's, Leah's, Alex's, the # 18 to school and back.. all so close.
Work was awesome, me and Nicole practiced for her sub competition.
I walked around Spring Garden afterwards handing out the practice subs to homeless people.
Some of them didn't even accept, you're homeless but you won't take free food?
There was one couple, they were really excited, really nice, they had beautiful dogs.
I escaped work for a few minutes to buy booze for someone and came to visit Amy.
After work I came back here.
She told me the latest Lindsay Lohan/Mary-Kate/Paris Hilton gossip.
We went on a mission.
A nail polish mission.
I have to buy my Halloween costume.
I've been putting it off, Saturday is the last day to get it.
My dad will be here Saturday.
I haven't seen him for months now.
I'm excited, I wonder if he'll hug me.
We aren't a very hug oriented family.
Maybe I'll surprise him and hug him first.

Honest Truth About Me - revised.

I decided to see after six months if the 'Honest Truth About Me' still applies.
- I haven't weighed myself in years, but I'm sure its not a good number
This is currently not true, I got weighed at the police station, and now I know it isn't a good number.
- I'm 5'3
Same deal, I'm actually 5'4.
- I love wearing heels, and skirts
All abouts the worn out sneakers now.
- I'm terrified of what people think of me
Sometimes, but I stopped caring about mid-summer
- I love attention
- I haven't worn any colour but black since 10th grade. Except for the red jacket that is.
I definitely let this bad boy go, orange tank tops, green pig skirts, navy blue blazers, I'm hitting the colours like you wouldn't believe.
- I lost my virginity stupidly in December
- I had my first kiss the same night
I had my first sober kiss
- Boys terrify me
- I like someone who doesn't feel the same way
- I only started saying I love you when I moved to Halifax.
- I only started hugging people when I moved to Halifax
- I only started talking about my period when I moved to Halifax. HAZA
- I love penguins too
- I'm obsessed with potatoes
- I love smoking, and I think it is hot if a guy smokes, call me crazy
I had my first thoughts of quitting the smoking, maybe in the future. Its going to be a cold Christmas smoking outside.
- I'm addicted to smoking pot, although I know it isn't addicting.
I don't even like pot anymore, go me.
- I don't sleep much
- I talk too much
- I'm not very hygienic at all.
I'm getting better at this actually, but screw laundry.
- I'd rather live in a mess than in a clean house
- I act cheerful even if I feel like shit
- I'm a push over
Not at work, not at school, with people this definitely still applies.
- I agree to things I don't really want to do
I changed that about a week ago.
- I often give people the wrong idea about myself
Maybe people just have the wrong idea to begin with.
- I rarely shave my legs although I love skirts
I shave my legs alllllllll the time now, its become addicting.
- I'll use someone else's toothbrush without asking
- I like embarrassing people, but hate being embarrassed.
- I don't let people not like me, I'll change myself so they will like me
What was I talking about? You don't like me well okay then.
- I cry every time I watch Forrest Gump
- I haven't been to the dentist in 4 years now
- I'm terrified of doctors, needles, dentists, hospitals, and swallowing pills.
- I think I have cancer every time I get high
I dont get high anymore so no more cancer thoughts for me.
- Never broken a bone
- I hate socks and I'm always picking at my feet
- I don't understand why people find feet so gross
- I get nervous if I think a boy likes me
- I only cry when I'm alone
The end of September changed this, I cried infront of a boy.
- I only trust or care about a few people
My circle has expanded quite a bit to include some of the best people in this city.
- I have a burning hatred for religion
This isn't the same either, why hate something just because I don't like it?
- I talk way too much
- I have issues with trusting people
- I'm really lazy and wasted a lot of money that wasn't mine on school that I completely fucked up this year
I'm sincerely trying not to do this this time around.
- I've done and said a lot of things I shouldn't have over the years
- I'm not sure what left and right is. I get confuse, I have to remember I'm a lefty and think about what hand I write with.
- I also can't say the alphabet right. I never get G and J right, like if I have to tell someone my postal code, I have to say the letter that starts George or the letter that starts Justin.
- I always open my pack of smokes on the bigger side, and I've never met anyone who does the same, is there anyone out there like me?
I met a few people after this originally got posted.

Well that was refreshing.

'Jesus hates you'

I woke at Amy's without a headache.
Woo.
Went home to feed the cat and call Rose.
I didn't get that place I was hoping on.
I headed back to Amy's.
We hung out in her clean room.
Went to visit another place, in the middle of nowheres, with the smallest room ever.
That wasn't going to work out.
Nathalie came over and bought me and Amy some food.
I love the Nathalie.
We watched way too many episodes of friends.
I smoked a bit of pot, I don't even like the way it makes me feel anymore.
I passed out without studying.
When I woke up I realized I was screwed.
Went to a payphone and got my mid-term pushed back again.
Thank you Mr. Philosophy for being so understanding.
I did a whole bunch of work at work for free, and my boss fed me.
I called around a few more places, went to see a few more.
Went to find Troy at his place.
I pledged 50$ to CKDU for help with packing and lyrics.
I would of pledged 50$ regardless but it was fun.
Lesson learned about lyrics - It doesn't have to make sense.
I think I had that one down to begin with.
Maybe I'll write a song backwards and in French.
No sense, no sense, no sesnnsse, on sesnesns.. .. ., , .. ..
My living room was in a sad state by the time he left.
We shared a can of 'Rockstar' which also comes in diet, and you know felt the raw punk rock juices flow.
I'm kidding by the way.
I started reading Edie, I fell asleep with the book open, woke up and started reading immediately.
I went to some old ladie's house for a room, it wasn't going to work.
I'm not trying to be picky, but I don't want to live in a place where I won't be happy until August.
Josh might have a place for me to stay.
Troy fed me a sausage.
No, not that.
We went to my house for more packing good times.
He came up with my punk name which is.... ..... .. Lindsay Lohand-Slapper.
Yeah thats right.
Packed packed packed, dirty underwear on the pavement, hardy- har- har.
I went to the One World Cafe.
Roland Blinn was awesome, he played chess with himself and was just cool shit.
Got to see and hear the 'Phil'.
Be Bad and Gilbert Switzer played some sets.
Battledick had a trombone in the mix this time around.
It was all very magical.
Recyclone made it on time and was pretty alright.
Amy walked me home, and we danced a bit.
I finished Edie and started in on Popism.
I just finished my mid-term that I'd been putting off.
I went to speak to Randi one of my teachers.
I told her all my bullshit life shit and she told me this story.
She said "In graduate studies, in one month, I was going through a divorce, homeless, jobless, and just getting kicked in the ass, slapped in the face at every turn. One day I was leaving a class and I passed by a mail box on it someone had wrote 'Jesus hates you'. It was the first time I laughed in months, there it was the answer 'Jesus hates ME'."...
I like her, she's funny.
Its funny how all my friends tell me I'm honest and thats why they ask advice from me.
I don't sugar coat things, or bring it to a dramatic point.
I want to go back to being that.
When was that anyways? The summer probably.

ckdu

I went to view the apartment.
It seems nice, the girl seems nice.
It seems like a place where I can sleep.
She said to call back tomorrow and she'll have a decision.
I went to One World to use the computer.
I ended up at Subway hanging out with Alex.
I came over to Amy's.
We decided to come up with some pledges for CKDU Smart Patrol funding drive thingy.
I pledged 50$ for Ride The Pink Tiger request, help packing and help with some lyrics.
Amy pledged 30$ for room cleaning, 2 zines, and 2 mix tapes.
Troy and Tobias came over after the show was over.
It took about 2 hours of celebrity chit-chat and Black Flag to finish the job.
The room looks stellar, I have never seen this place look like this.
I can't wait for help with packing.
Nothing is more depressing than leaving a place you love.
I hate the neighborhood, but I love that apartment.
I'm having one of the worst headaches ever.
Well okay, this is my second one ever, but its killing the right side of my eye.
I'm sleeping now, when I wake up I hope its gone.

palace

The Palace was retarded.
I got to be Leah's butch dyke girlfriend.
We caused some trouble, and laughed a lot.
I'm glad Nathalie got to have some fun, but I won't be doing the 'club scene' for a while.
I went over to Leah's afterwards to sleep.
I woke up late for breakfast, which is weird because usually I wake up every 30 minutes at strange places.
I ran to Gus' and got me some stale breakfast.
Gilbert Switzer in the morning is very in your face.
I got a small book of poetry written by Troy.
He walked me to Heather's and I hung out with Savannah.
Gossip is a messy thing.
I went over to Frenchy's and sat there shooting the shit with Meghan for 3 hours.
She told me 20 times to stop swearing or I'd be kicked out.
I'm vulgar, what can I say?
I bought the most ridiculous sweater.
Ridiculous doesn't even describe this sweater, I want to show the world without actually having to wear it.
I walked up North St and found Savannah/Jared in Cafe Vienna.
I had disgusting apple pie and went on my way.
Every single of my friends were out somewheres.
I ended up on Spring Garden.
Went to visit Nathalie and Alex.
Went to work to visit some cool co-workers.
I am currently no longer speaking to 3 of my co-workers.
FUCK YOU FOR WRITING A NOTE TO MY BOSS ABOUT ME.
Go fuck yourself you rap listenning, bling wearing, gangta' wannabe assholes.
Fuck you Tim, fuck you Jordan, and fuck you Lenore.
I'm sweet and nice to those fucking people every day.
I do their god damn work if I want to leave early.
Becoming a sullen miserable hermit to avoid humanity is looking like a better option every day.
Alex gave me well, let me take waaaay too much candy.
Leah made me this delicious brocoli/oignion/cheese/tofu mess once we got back to her place.
We watched the new Batman.
I want to be a super hero.
Fly around, be all hip and shit.
Wait, I'm already hip.
I came over to hang out with Alex and use his internet.
Now I'm going home to my empty lonely apartment to pack.
I hope viewing this apartment goes well tomorrow.
I'll pretty much live in a closet if it comes to that.
I just realized, my cat hasn't eaten in a day.
I'm going home.
I hope I get mugged for this sweater.

grasping at minutes

Every chance I get, I'm on the internet.
Internet addiction baby.
I went to visit ducks by myself, it was cold.
They took away all the exotic flowers.
Next year I guess.
I went down to CD Plus and bought another Velvet Underground cd.
I bought a little sketch pad.
I like it I can just write down the random things I feel are important through the day.
And my thoughts.
I hung out with my boss all day at work.
She has mad 'flavah'.
I called my best friend Janice from back home.
I cried a little bit after I hung up.
She was shocked I actually got some.
She told me she loved me, and I should call her more.
If I get this new place, they have a long distance plan.
I'm drinking with Nathalie, Leah and Amy.
We're going to the Dome to cause trouble.
Maybe I can get kicked out and it'll be my year long excuse as to why I never want to go to the Attic.

blood

I watched Girl Interrupted last night.
I think they Nathalie and Leah might come over tonight for a movie night.
The police were outside my building again last night.
Ambulances, a fire truck and patrol cars.
When I woke in the morning, I got down to the lobby, there was blood everywheres.
Just blood on the walls, floor, doorknobs.
When I went back down an hour later most of it was cleaned up.
I went to the stupid adult diversion thing.
She asked me questions about why I did my crime, why underwear was so important.
That I didn't explain, fuck explaining why I wanted sexy underwear.
Stupid mistake, stupid punishment.
Though, I guess its not so bad, 50$ to breast cancer research.
I feel like a good person, my record is wiped clean, no more fingerprints on file, and I'll never have to think about this again.
I went to visit Nathalie at work.
I bought yet again another poutine.
In this new place its no smoking, if I get it, maybe I can quit.
Now I'm sitting at an internet cafe waiting for 3 to roll around.
I can't wait for my dad to come.
I can't wait for the breakfast tomorrow.
I can't wait for a new place to live.
I can't wait to visit ducks.
I can't wait for work to be back to normal.
Waiting is a skill I shall master by the end of this year.
Christmas is coming, theres always that.

lost my internet

I lost my internet.
We got new rules at work.
Its all about health code violations, we should of been doing this shit to begin with.
Never trust people who make you food.
Never.
Alex came to work and walked me back to his place.
Hanging out with him and Mitch and getting in my internet fix.
Tomorrow is packing, community service, and work.
Time off for the rest of the weekend, except for studying.
I am beyond grateful that my teacher gave me an extension.
Crying girls get what they want.
My dad is coming at the end of the month to help me move.
All it took for him to come visit me, was an eviction notice.
I hope I find a place soon, and I mean soon.
Although I knew it, I have amazing friends and 20 couches I can sleep on.
Thanks for everything guys.

back to short sentences

After school I went to work.
Works in 'termination' mode, meaning mystery shoppers and surprise health inspector visits.
I'm pretty sure that holes in my shoes and be being sockless violates some kind of code.
When I got home there was a note.
My current roommate packed his shit and left.
Am I that hard to live with?
I don't even do anything, I sit here, then leave once I find something to do.
That about sums up my entire life in the apartment.
I'm not actually here long enough to eat, or make a mess.
I smoke, sit here, shower occasionally, sleep and leave.
I'm going to find a new place to live.
A fresh start, no more memories in my face all the time.
I went to visit Heather and to see Freddy's kittens.
They got this huge scary dog now, it barks a lot.
I called the mental health counselor at my school.
I cried a whole lot, and she told me to email my teachers.
Too much fucking garbage all at once.
To solve the problem, I drank a quart.
I also called a few apartments, I have an appointment to go see one on Sunday at 2 30.
I went to visit Matt Blanchard, we watched bits of the Degrassi movie.
On the way back to Leah's I poured out a rum and coke.
The words 'HEY YOU' from an approaching patrol car caused me to run.
I mean RUN too, like full on freak out, being chased by a serial killer running.
We went to the show at Reflections.
I got bored of the whole thing and headed to Bearly's by myself.
I conned 3 people into buying me drinks, awesome.
Mixing liquors is just what I needed.
I sang White Rabbit pretty much by myself since New Wave didn't know the words.
I dragged Nathan and Katie to Reflections for the Scribbler set.
I danced so much it was ridiculous.
Jumping around, screaming the words, laughing, and just dancing.
God I love dancing, I love being free, and dancing is all about free.
When I walked into Bearly's, Savannah was there.
We talked and I told her all my bullshit and she gave me hugs.
I went to a friend's house afterwards, I didn't want to be in this huge apartment by myself.
Things were said, I was bold for the first time.
I got shot down, lesson learned yo.
I keep fucking my budget in the ass with cabs.
I guess the free drinks kind of balance it out.
I got home and just cried forever, not because of one specific thing, just a combination of everything.
This fucking counselor better fix me.
FIIIIIIIIIIX ME.
Stephen told me everybody does the same crazy shit I do, or atleast he has.
Stephen is going to take me out to lunch, he'll be funny, I'll laugh.

mystery

Theres this thing that lets you know how many times people have read your blog, how many times the same person has read your blog, how many times they've viewed it for a split second. It doesn't however tell you who it is. I can guess some of them, that shit is easy.

But I'm curious to know about some of the others, some who read this piece of garbage 50 times in a month and live in North Dakoda, Texas, people who work for General Electric Plastics?

Who are you people? I need to know! Indulge me and let me know why you keep reading this thing.

Fucking statcounter is driving me crazy.

reality bites.

and so does that movie, bites that is.

Stephen Cooke is the most level-headed person, and a joy to talk to, he made me feel like less of a tool, and more like a human.

I'll write about last night/the drunkest night I've had in a while, but not right now. Right now, I want to pretend that shit didn't happen.

answer to the question

The person who said the below comment, read this thing and decided to answer me. She said I'm too trusting of others and their 'good-will'. I guess I do put too much faith in people, wouldn't that make me naive and not innocent?

Maybe being naive goes with being innocent. All I know is I would never do anything to screw over another person, is it asking too much to think that the rest of the planet wouldn't feel good about it either? Maybe I can become a violent sullen hermit and sit around cursing the world and how messed up it is. Wouldn't that make for a far more entertaining blog?

innocent?

I was talking to a friend who said I sounded to innocent to be a real person.

What the shit does that mean?

I wouldn't consider myself innocent.

the list.

Back for some emo posting of things that suck my ass currently.

- New roommate just moved out while I was at work.
- Subway failed the health inspector exam TWICE, go losing a job potentially.
- 365$ I don't have for October's rent.
- A sweet ass eviction notice at my door.
- Adult diversion on Friday, sitting in a room of crackheads talking about being a bad girl, just the kind of uplifting shit I need right now.
- MID TERM WEEK BABY.
- Debt at 20, I guess it had to happen sometime.

Things that aren't so bad though.

- Good friends that keep a smile on my face.
- A new band that I'm excited about.
- I think I might of done well on my last two mid-terms.
- Maybe I found someone to move in with.

I want to be..

a French princess, that sits around her backyard in black poofy dresses, surrounded by ducks, smoking French cigarettes, that never has to go to work and can read all day long.

a groupie that gets to sleep around, be on drugs, smoke too many cigarettes, not have to pay rent, wear the tightest most ridiculous clothes, and dance a whole fuck of a lot.

a farmer that grows my own food, grows my own tobacco, makes my own peasant clothes, has a CB radio show that nobody can listen to since I live so far in the woods, and be scared of the government and its many conspiracies.

a CEO of a huge company that wears hot pink business suits and gets to go into work sign some papers without actually reading them, and sleep with my male secretary, Lester.

a model that gets to walk on stage for 5 minutes and call it a job, have an eating disorder, do heroin and sleep with Philip an ugly photographer with a disgusting ponytail.

a homeless person in Hawaii, eating coconuts, learning that dance, bumming for change and cigarettes, laying on the beach all day getting a tan and coming to terms with my mental illness that I refuse to take medication for.

a sailor in the 1950's, traveling the seas to find treasure, visiting the most exotic parts of the world where I find hot bitches at ports that give me STDs, and possibly say 'arrrrrrgggg' from time to time.

a clown that does kid's birthday parties, gets punched in the face by 12 year olds all day, goes home, eats zoodles out of the can that was heated on the stove, and play with my pet monkey, Wizzle.

a Disney employee that plays Mickey Mouse, gets hugs and kisses from little girls all day long who tell me I'm pretty, go home to my suite on top of the Disney castle and cuddle with my cat Ginger.

a full-time student that works at Subway part-time, goes to visit ducks way too much, smokes too many cigarettes, dresses in ridiculous clothes, is cheap as fuck.... .. and I'm sure you can fill in the blanks.

twirl

Winter is coming.
I get to wear long skirts and twirl at least 5 times a day while waiting for the bus.
Oh winter, how I miss it.
No sweating and all that twirling.

vague folle

Saturday was ridiculous.
Amy came over before the party, I got hugs.
We went to see my friend Chantal from NB.
Her and her friends decided to join in the partying good times.
We headed over to Mitch's place.
I got to meet tons of terrific people.
Parties are fun, especially with people I don't know.
Go being out-going, which comes and goes depending on the situation.
I sang Pink Duckies, it got video-taped.
If I end up like the Star Wars kid, I'll die.
I wonder what the title would read.
'Fat girl, this song will make you hurl.'
Perhaps 'Pink Duckies will never be your buddies'
MAYBE EVEN 'Get a life you drunk ass'
Either way, THE FAME, impressive.
The night ended with me dancing to Heroin, in the livingroom filled with passed out people.
I spent all of Sunday sitting at my computer.
'Studying', yeah right.
I made mash potatoes, with summer savory again.
Johnny and I went for a walk through the ghetto for smokes.
Overalls boy was there, he walked us home.
My mid-term went alright maybe, I guess it just depends how hardcore she grades the thing.
I giggled and asked ridiculous questions in Middle Eastern Religion class.
Two over-weight people should never sit side by side on the bus.
All up in my personal space, listenning to violins.
Subway failed our evaluation again, which translates into me perhaps losing my job.
I got to laugh, sing, dance, slide, scream, and be rude with customers today.
CUSTOMER SERVICE IS HILARIOUS.
Scribbler played at Reflections it was perfect.
Godwin and some dude did some kind of crazy, techno-esque noise jam thing.
Tobias and that same 'some dude' were dancing like I've never seen anyone dance before.
I figured out my Halloween costume, I'm going to be a spiral.
It involve bend-able metal, a coat hanger, ribon, and markers.
I wonder if I'll suck at being a lead singer.
I just want to have fun anyways.

clit bitch

Gerrish

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Things I see

While in the lobby

Two old ladies

A beautiful Mercedes

Bank machines

Some black lady cleans

Loose leafs on the floor

Broken locks on the door

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Hanging out in a dirty lobby

I need to get a fucking hobby

Hanging out in a ghetto lobby

Waiting for someone to come save me

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Looking at my neighborhood

Wating for Robin Hood

The elevators dings

The payphone rings

I hear a yell

I smell a smell

I'm too pretty for this shit

Fuck off, suck my clit

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hanging out in a dirty lobby

I need to get a fucking hobby

Hanging out in a ghetto lobby

Waiting for someone to come save me

Hanging out in a dirty lobby

Aint no fucking garden party

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I'm going to have to work with it a little more, but for right now.

Maybe I can get some fucking studying done now.

GIVE ME A FUCKING IDEA FOR A SOOOOOOOOONG.

the song that saved the planet

Pink Duckies

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Sometimes I think too much,

Sometimes I'm out of touch.

Sometimes I want you bad,

Sometimes I'm feeling sad.

--

I like pink duckies so much more than you.

You took my heart and you tore it in two.

But that's alright 'cause I found a new buddy,

and unlike you pink duckies aren't yuppies.

--

You were never that fun in the bathtub.

I never felt like part of your club.

Then I met my pink ducky,

and I never felt so fucking lucky.

--

I like pink duckies so much more than you.

You took my heart and you tore it in two.

But that's alright 'cause I found a bew buddy,

and unlike you pink duckies aren't yuppies.

--

Don't you worry your pretty little head

'Cause my pink ducky's so much better in bed.

--

PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK DUCKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIESSS

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I hate editing.

My blog turned emo, I am not emo, fuck emo.

I hate emo livejournals and make fun of them ALL the time.

I officially vow never to write anything emo again.

Locked-out

I came home from school to find my apartment locked and Eric sleeping in his van.
We went over to Leah's, and hung out for a bit.
Had my first Taco Bell experience at Quinpool.
Eric told me the most hilarious thing about him and a friend of mine.
I had a little scene at Taco Bell and I can tell him immediately regretted the decision of telling me.
I bought a 66 ounce bottle of booze.
The first Wednesday since March that I haven't been to Bearly's.
So I drank, in honour of Wednesday regardless.
Thursday's class was excellent, my Cultural Studies teacher is awesome, she reminds me of my mom.
I got home and started drinking.
Savannah messaged me, she doesn't hate me, it was a wonderful surprise.
I had a terrific time although I think I've come to a halt with drinking.
No matter how much I drink, I don't get very drunk.
It might be that I know more people and I don't want to be the 'idiot'.
It makes me more conscious.
Obviously that didn't stop Eric who was ridiculously drunk, slurring drunk.
I just realized that my sentences are no longer short, just long and full of commas.
I cleaned my kitchen on Friday.
Whatever was making it smell like moldy ass is gone, the dishes are done, I feel content over the situation.
I got hammered by myself, Eric went to an all-ages show with a few friends.
I forgot that I put my ID in his wallet and thought I wouldn't be able to get into the Japanther show.
Things worked out in the end with the arrival of Eric, motherfucking savior!
Special Noise was quite the treat.
Gilbert Switzer put on a great preformance, humping Godwin, good intros to their songs, lots of stage presence, lots of crazywave, you could see the enjoyment in people's face, including my own.
Street meat for the first time was quite the surprise, quite a tasty mystery meat.
Japanther are fucking skilled mother fuckers, those pink phones, and all that sweat.
I bought the cd and I'm loving it.
I got to watch Uzumaki, quite the experience, the Japanese are fucked.
I'm a child, YOU'RE a child.
I have nice eyes.
I had shitty conversation with a shitty ending.
I got read to from an 80's hardcore book.
I got to say what I had to say.
I don't know what the fuck happened, how the fuck I feel.
I like masking sad with angry, stern looks on my face make for better hiding.
I woke up and had an amazing sandwich.
I finally got to see the Maughms, I enjoyed their set a lot, I might have to investigate into getting a cd.
This man let me design my own pin, which says 'uzumaki' (spiral) in a spiral pattern.
I fell on the street.
Now I'm drinking.
Go life, you keep sucking me in, and sucking.

wonderful

Eastlink won't give me service since I don't have a new lease.
Aliant won't give me service because whoever lived in my apartment before was a dick.
Terrific.

I'll figure something out.
I got my note from Adult Diversion, now to get the courage to call.

Shitty stuff aside, what an awesome day.
I came home from school to find Eric waiting by the door.
We hung out and laughed and compared sex stories. HA.
We went to visit Bruce, who is the funniest conspiracy theory drug dealer ever.
This is the first time in a while I've gotten stoned and not been paranoid.
We went for supper at Apple Barrel where I guess I was being too loud.
Some old man started yelling from his booth about "Well I'll say hello... HEEEEEEEEEELLOOOOOOOO.... Coming here for some peace and quiet, think about the god damn regulars, ooooo I see we aren't talking loud anymore are we... HUH? NOT SAYING MUCH NOW!!!"
W-H-A-T T-H-E F-U-C-K was that?!
We got the cheque and got out of there laughing our asses off.
We walked to Curry Village to pick up Leah.
Her boss gave us some free drinks on the house, and grabbed Leah's ass.
Sketchy.
We did the hang out thing at Leah's for a while and then headed home.
The plan for the rest of the night was watching Fear and Loathing.
So we Jamaican hot boxed the bathroom, thats one small bathroom and a lot of hot water.
The walls were sweating within a minute.
I missed Eric, I think we get along better if we're hanging out in Halifax.
Or maybe hanging out in Halifax just makes me more comfortable.
I take back what I said about a lot of bickering.

thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving with friends is amazing, I laughed so much.
Here's what was on the menu
Slice dill carrots.
Mash potatoes with oignion and savory.
Boiled turnit and brocoli.
Steamed brussel sprouts.
Stuffing with apple, mushroom, and spices.
Tofu turkey.
Apple crisp.
Pumpkin pie.
Ice cream cake.

It was delicious, but the best part was getting it ready.
I spent hours in the kitchen with Nathalie and Leah.
I confess that I also had a part in the giant gash that seemed to appear in the apple crisp.
Smoking marijuana and trying to cook a meal is ridiculous.
We carried our feast over to Craig's. and had a big sit around dinner.
I came home and watched Rain Man with Johnny.

I started to read my Magaret Atwood book.
Atwood writes the most depressing short stories.

I just finished watching Girl, Interrupted.
I must agree with one thing.
I push people's buttons and make fun of them all the time.
No one ever does it back, I wonder what they would have to say?
I probably wouldn't want to hear it, I think I'll keep my comments to myself now.

Unless ofcourse they're hilarious.

If you want to fight someone half your size, maybe you have a crush on their sweet sensibilities.

Eric is spending the week here, I wonder how many times we'll bicker.
Probably too many.
Thanks god for loud music and booze.

tony's pizza

I called Nathalie to see if she wanted to start the day with me.
We went to Leah's to wake the dead.
I drank all day and rounded up a group for the party.
I finally got to see Gilbert Switzer.
All the bands that played were super awesome fantastic.
I had my first slice of Tony's pizza, it wasn't very good.
I got kisses in places I've never had kisses before.
The rain and my umbrella had a fight and the rain won.

josh

I went to school hung over as shit.
The librarian gave me such a hard time, I wanted to punch her in her retarded face.
Fucking chatter box.
I watched Mickey Mouse Monopoly.
I hate movies that are so biased that it seems unreal, kind of like Micheal Moore.
Work was pretty alright, they changed it so the morning guy's shift doesn't end until he finishes his work.
I love it.
I went to Brad's afterwards.
I got a PM that I didn't know what to do with.
I tried to apologize for something, I don't know if the message was clear, theres so much to say.
I got the most sleep I've gotten in awhile.
When I woke up I felt alright.
Work was even better than Thursday, Sarah is the best co-worker.
She bought me conditioner, she thinks I can't take care of my hair.
I saw Josh, Merril, Fader and Melbourn at the bus spot.
Josh got too many hugs, I miss that guy.
The Bedford break-up is way too depressing.
I went to Reflections with Johnny, Katie and Jason.
I saw an old teacher of mine who now does drag and lives in Halifax.
We talked and danced most of the night.
I walked Johnny home while he threw up all over the side of the street.
I like taking care of people as long as I know they need it.

How much of my life is an exaggeration?

Tuesday is me sitting here, looking up nothing on the internet.
I hate my blog, I love my blog.

I handed in my paper.
I got the 'apply yourself more' speech from a few teachers.
I sat down for a test, recognized one term, got up and left the class.
My boss is hilarious.
We cleaned Amy's room.
I beat up Mike a few times.
I met Lachie, he sang 'Dancing In the Dark', he danced, he wore a suit.
Someone in my history class was at Bearlys, she seems nice.
Mike sang Prince TWICE.
Breakfast was insane, I stole bacon and I threw a pancake at Amy's face.
I haven't laughed that much in a really long time.
The walk home was priceless, some idiot that was walking ahead told us to 'just shut up or I'll show you'. What?

I hear I promote depression, live in filth and I have a fat cat. Things I don't need to hear about, its funny how things are said, but does the person saying them realize what they mean?

I wawhat the ef.

Life is fucking ridiculous, and it just keeps getting better.

Someone make candy shaped like boys.

aristotle and plato

Trying to read Aristotle and Plato makes my brain hurt.
Nathalie came over for matches.
Johnny moved in his stuff.
Ann came over to hang out.
More Aristotle/Plato brain frying mess = passing out.
In the morning, Alex came to the police station with me.
I chatted a lot and cracked too many jokes with the cops.
They weighed me, I wanted to put my face through the wall.
We went to Cd Plus, I bought The Velvet Underground & Nico.
Alex had an interview at Subway.
We walked in the Public Gardens to get to his house. I love that place.
Leah came home and came over here to help with my essay.
I went to the doctor's with her.
Tried to finish the essay at her house.
I woke this morning to the rental office knocking on my door.
Someone signed a paper that said we were giving up our apartment today.
That wasn't me.

going home at 2

I've been a sober, going home at 2 in the morning person. Christ.

I cleaned this entire place, scrubbed the floors, got rid of everything useless, it looks like I just moved in.
We got our employee meals back.
I went to a party at Jen's/Matt's house.
Mostly just hung out with Matt.
Leah came over and helped me clean the livingroom.
I went to Frenchy's and got a new sweater, I never wear sweaters.
Had some fish.
Went to Troy's and to see the ducks.
The ducks went fucking apeshit, it was terrifying and fun at the same time.
I wasn't moping.
Everytime we hang out I get to hear this great music that I've always wondered about.
I went to Seaforth to see if Matt Mongraw would be home.
I hadn't seen him in such a long time.
We hugged and hung out for a while.
Adam who lives with Matt came to the party I was going to.
That must of been so weird, even if I go to a party, I usually know atleast one person. He had met me an hour earlier and didn't know a single person there.
Someone played bagpipes in the middle of the street.

I had the most irritating conversation with some Polish guy.
These are his point of views: being gay isn't 'natural', people of different races are in general 'bad' but he isnt racist, "its just fact", and that all drugs are horrible and people that do them are sketchy people.
It would of been somewhat ok if he knew how to argue. He just kept throwing the same bullshit at me so I turned into a 2 year old and told him to shut the fuck up and keep his head in his ass.