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January 17th, 2005
04:30 pm - Friends Only..??
So I was juuuussst finishing my coffee and debating updating this thing to 'friends only', then I come on here and what is the first thing I find? This picture. If this isn't proof that baby Jesus exists, I don't know what is. Thanks for the guidance, big guy.
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January 9th, 2005
05:34 pm
So I made a mix CD for someone, then thought better of it a made a comic of me smashing a mailbox to retrive it. Now today I find out he got the CD, but it was broken in the mail. A case of life imitating (big finger quotes) "art", my friends?!? Me thinks so. Also I am strangely embaressed by the fact that it was smashed up...well maybe its not so strange....now my earnestness is well communicated to him, but my seamless song selection (non-intended illiteration!!) isn't there to save me. A broken up mad-crush CD seems super lame.
Ha....freecycle kills me....the give-away stuff mainly consists of stained mattresses and monitors that 'barely work', and the things people post as 'Wanted' are usually DVD players, computers, cars (?!) etc. Check out this gem, from 'blimeyhagrid'
Subject: WANTED: Laptop computer
Hi all, new member to freecycle here. I was wondering if any of you
have a spare laptop I can use for school. I'm not looking for
anything too fancy or expensive, just something that can run
Microsoft Office. It's hard being mobile and using a desktop all the
time. Thanks,
Marcio
Man oh man Marcio....the hardships us desktop users have to suffer. I'm thinking of starting up a support group for this poor sap...maybe we can get some volunteers from the tsunami effort on board.
Marcio has inspired me to create my own freeycle post, which, with my horrible spelling, is likely in need of some proof reading if any of you have a second:
Subject: WANTED: A flying unicorn (pref. light pink or baby blue in colour)
Hello,
I am wondering if any of you have an extra unicorn hanging around that you could spare to a poor student looking for reliable transport to school, work, etc. Not looking for anything too special, mixed breed is O.K, but the ability to fly is a necessity. It is so very difficult this day in age to find a mode of transportation that allows my hair to blow in the wind while remaing stylish and fun, and often in the past I have had to resort to unicorn of the non-flying variety, which has been quite dehumanizing for me.
Thanks,
Me
Why must I wait so long for this?
I could be dead by then! Or at least fat(ter)!!!
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December 6th, 2004
03:23 pm
Woke up to the snow this morning but figured if I'm planning on riding my bike all winter I better start somewhere.
I fell once before I even got to Eglington, so figured I would go out to yonge where the road was less snowy, but way more crowded. Then I just got freaked that if I fell again a car would run me over. I finally made it to work with some combination of riding and walking. Walking down the St.Claire hill as traffic was prety much at a standstill and I realized my brakes were too wet to do anything and by this point the treads on my tires were compleatly caked with snow. Hopefully it will be cleared up more when it's time to go home.
Boring entry but I'm trying to get you two punks to start writing again- real ENCOURAGING isn't it?? MAybe if you could see the inspirational picture of me mtnioned in my last entry then you would do it.
I did this quiz again becuase I was hoping they might have Ninja Highschool. Apparently they don't. What kind of hackney quiz is this anyways?
You are The Hidden Cameras! When not getting your
friends to dress up in masks and dance around
stage, you can be found at the Pride parade.
You are one of the few and most influential
gay-oriented rock bands in the T-Dot.
What Toronto Indie Band Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/smile.gif) content
Current Music: Jack Johnson- Gone
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December 4th, 2004
04:54 pm
I am trying to write an email but it just isn't going. I want it to be funny, but it will not. It fights me. I thought about using some old material and just putting it in the middle of the email-something funny I wrote before, maybe just foot-note it? Referencing myself...les sad.
I like this song, it reminds me of when I used to listen to it in the cottage on the island, when I would be making food and looking out the window and then riding my bike around and to the beach. I went back to the Island this morning with my mom, it was fun, going across on the ferry it was so cold and the water was so wavy it was almost like the ocean.
This whole CD reminds me of summer, I used to sing some of these songs to myself when I would row out to my beach in the morning. Certain songs are good for mornings, other songs are for rowing back at the end of the day. This was a good summer. I have three pictures on my door, all from summer: one of Sparky and I in San Fransisco, one of my friends and I from the beach, and one of a silhouette of my face with wind blowing my hair, looking across the lake from the island at the toronto skyline at sunset. Keep that image in your mind, friends. Maybe put an inspirational message under it. Something entitled 'Setting the Standard for Cheesy pictures: Never settle for second best'. I don't know.
Current Music: Kissing the Lipless- The Shins
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November 29th, 2004
01:00 pm
I am at work.
If you eat clemintine and then drink coffee with cream it tastes like barf in your mouth. Not 'it tastes gross', it actually tastes like authentic vomit.
We didn't do South American Surfer Day this year, and for this I am truly sorry. BUT! The reason is because it is not a fixed holiday...it is more of a movable feast. It occurs when the seasons tell us the time is right. And so far, it has not been right. It is going to be late this year becuase of global warming, you greedy bastards. You are all addicted to aresol hair spray and it is killing us. And you have bad hair. So anyways everyone get ready to break out your surfer gear and wear board shorts and sandals, or, for the truly hardcore (who will get a prize), barefeet.
I am making a new comic, to be unveiled later this week (not on lj, by talking to me in person only).
Individuals keep coming into the store trying to sell me stuff. I never saw the necessity of those 'no solicitors' signs untill now. Just now someone came in offering to deliver steaks to my door for holiday entertaining. Last week it was "Would you be interested in a great deal on a weekend in Niagra Falls?" No thank-you, I say. "Not even for a romantic getaway"? Please god may I never be intersted in a romantic getaway in Niagra Falls.
[Also, where are my real friends? Why I am I the only one still kicking around on this old thing?]
Current Mood: artistic
Current Music: The Helio Sequence
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November 11th, 2004
07:52 pm
Ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then go to your journal, copy and paste this, allowing your friends to ask you anything.
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October 25th, 2004
04:27 pm
I think I'm going to be going to moneen in burlington next saturday by myself but it will still be cool.
My room is like a museum becuase I have a bunch of artefacts and fossils etc on the walls, but also everything that ever mattered to me since I can remember. So I've been trying to clean it up lately and get rid of stuff. but I realize I have to strong an attachment to many things which I wish I didn't.
I had an image of some massive floods coming and I got my brother and myself ready to start swimming out of the second floor window but just before leaving I decided to take just *two seconds* to grab a few things I couldn't leave behind- my grandmans wedding ring, the last sweater my nana knit me (and it took her about 8 months becuase it is an aaron sweater), my favorite childhood books and some pictures and my best concert t-shirts and my fake mcdonalds camera and my best fossils. Also I put my rabbit in my backpack but I felt I couldn't take the hampster. OH and my vintage skateboards too, but it would be so poetic if I took those, they would def. weigh me down and I would drown. Well not so much poetic as just sad really.
BACK TO WORK.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/sad.gif) discontent
Current Music: lovely feathers
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September 26th, 2004
11:45 pm
The other night when I was riding home up yonge st. I saw a cat that had been hit by a car (must have been quite some time before). I went back to see if it had a collar so I could tell it's family what had happened to it so at least they would know, but when I rode over to it at looked down its face looked so strange, it didn't even look like a cat anymore, it was more like some tortured rabid monster. It was just it's expression I guess, but the look on it's face really frightened me. It didn't have a collar anyway.
I keep thinking about this place we stopped for one night on a family trip when I was a kid off the penn. turnpike called motel city. It was one city filled with hundereds of motels, some cheap restuarunts, and not much else. Driving into it at night it looked like Las Vegas, or at least what I imagined Las Vegas would look like. It was cool becuase the whole town had been built in the 50's, and the whole place was inhabited by hundreds or possibly thousands...well hundereds at least, of ferel cats. The cats owned that city. I never saw so many cats in my life.
If my cat didn't come home I would probably just think it had run off and found some crazy cat paradise like motel city.
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July 19th, 2004
02:27 am
Short dumb entry.
Trying to ease back into the lj thing slowly. In case there were some annonomous stalker types wondering what the hell was going on and if I had been kidnapped by chaglings or run off with some hobo-type. I have not. But I'll tell you this much, I did truly have three lofter sightings in the past two weeks. Danny times two et Heather times one. Not saying that I followed the show --(we're talking second season here people, the one where they pulled the plug on those crazy urban meteros half way through and they all had to prematurely return to their meaningless existances as the far less catchy 'apartmenters')--just that it's kinda crazy to get a lofters rush after not hearing a peep from the buggers for so long. WHAT, DID YOU LOOSE MY NUMBER?!??
Hot damn! I am going to California on Friday.
Oh yeah my mom brought me some bottled water back from Jamaica with the brand name 'Wata'. That just kills me.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/tired.gif) tired
Current Music: The Police
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May 2nd, 2004
09:32 pm - Despair.
This just gets more and more depressing. I just did certain other friends journals and they all have way cooler words than me. I don't have one interesting word on that list. Not one. This must be why no one ever friends me. Don't you people know I'm Skitzotypal? And am likely to hook up with Matt Skiba?!? I am so special, please love me and build monuments to my unique memory. My name is Ozymandias.
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09:26 pm - Woah I am deep.
That is the most boring thing ever. But I guess it just goes to show linking tons of really boring words together can result in some pretty ground-breaking writing!
Or not.
Current Music: Blessed Union of Souls- they're back! (and in pog form)
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April 26th, 2004
02:57 am - A ghost! Not a ghost! Ahhh it IS a ghost!
There is so much fog tonight! I was scared a ghost might try to get me but none did. Yet! Oh also haha we watched 'Endless Summer' tonight. It was pretty funny. The guy doing the commentary (because they filmed it without sound so he would dub in what the people would be saying and such) was prety interesting, but they kept talking about getting speared by 'the natives' (while surfing in Africa) and how in Ghana the kids were all sitting on the beach watching them (because they had never seen surfers before) and 'throwing rocks the way good Africans do'. (The movie is from the 60's I think).
So one mission for one year of my life will be to have an endless summer.
The next will be an endless fall- life in a leaf pile. I will burrow.
After that it will be endless winter in an igloo and NO VEGETABLES, lots of meat and snow goggles.
And finally- you guessed it- endless cupcake year!
Ok bye for now!
Current Mood: haunted
Current Music: Metric
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April 6th, 2004
06:36 pm - Where can I get an application?
[Conversation overheard today].
Salesgirl 1: "....Yeah I really think they should be teaching proper typing in school now. Like the REAL way to do it!"
Salesgirl 2: "I totally agree. Most people can get by, but are they using proper technique?"
Salesgirl 1: "Yeah...I can type, but I only use a few of my fingers, know what I mean?" *girlish chuckle* [Wait you said..typing....with only a FEW fingers? Huh?!? Can you run that by me again, more slowly this time? I don't quite understand your meaning].
Salesgirl 2: "Oh for sure, it's the same thing with me. I had that 'Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing' thing, but it was just too complicated! Some people can do, like, 100 words a minute."
Salesgirl 1: "I have a friend who worked in a law firm, not full time but just part-time, and she could type really fast. Probably almost 100 words a minute!!"
*Both laughing heartily*
Wow...stimulating conversations are to be had all around me, no?
I think this calls for some conversation Guidelines:
1. The laughing has gone too far. I realize there is such a thing as 'polite laughter', but I always figured the point was to make your laugh so weak as to ensure the offending party realized you were laughing out of kindness and a desire not to humiliate them, or to alret them to the fact that you did recognize their weak attempt at humour but didn't find it funny. Unfortunatly I've noticed a new trend that isn't 'polite laughter'. It is 'laughing-heartily-almost-to-pee-your-pants-levels' at things that are not in the LEAST BIT HUMOURS. I mean they're not even jokes, they're just REGULAR SENTANCES.
"I went to reach for the 1%, but the only had skim!" LAUGHTER
"I was going to walk, but then I realized, it may rain so maybe it would be wiser to drive" LAUGHTER
2. If you ask "You know what I mean?" after the most simple sentance whose meaning appears blantantly obvious, I'm going to have to assume that you are trying to subtley propostion me for sex with some clever colloquialisms.
Current Mood: complacent
Current Music: Sorry About Dresden-Sick and Sore
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March 31st, 2004
02:16 pm
so the picture doesn't work.
that blows. what is life without pictures...just a mess of bad sounding writing (mine)and things that smell (you) and things that taste good (candy) and uh...yeah whats the other one...oh yes fluffy bunnies and puppies and kittens. But no baby frogs. 'Cause they're just fishes, really.
Current Music: oh it's alkaline.
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02:11 pm - Nothing really to write.
You are Metric! You've lived in London and shared
an apartment with The Yeah Yeah Yeahs in New
York City. But you always come back bringing
with you a fresh art-pop sound.
What Toronto Indie Band Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Um...no I don't really think so..metric? YOU DON'T KNOW ME!!! YOU DON'T KNOW ME!!!
SITDOWN!! SITDOWN!! *throws chair*....etc etc
Current Mood: content
Current Music: Sparky Mix CD: track 13 (what is it?)
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March 21st, 2004
09:39 pm - I have a treasure map icon.
Best Part of Weekend: The moments of hopeful anticipation after the shiny loonie has been put in the Homie despencer and the crank has been turned, JUST before you open the flap and see what you got.
Worst Part of Weekend: Opening the flap and seeing a CLOWN. Another freakin' clown. They are not homies so why are they always in the homie machines??! Thats what I want to know.
Well here are some Gypsy children to cheer us all up. Or maybe just me. The Caption says they are "Shivering on the beach in Peniscola, these Gypsy children maintain their inherent dignity".
Oh also, some things are going to change around here. I'm going to be a Ninja...or something.
Wow that sounds really dumb. Anyways I guess what I mean is I haven't made enough missions for myself lately. Up until...maybe mid-January I was probably averaging 2 missions a week, sometimes even 3. I haven't really had any since then. Yup, there are going to be some changes alright... just wait and see.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/thinking.gif) contemplative
Current Music: Stiff Little Fingers- Hopestreet
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February 28th, 2004
01:14 am
wow..the hour is ...1:14 am. But considering how much fun was packed into this night i wouldhave predicted the hour to be INFININITY or possibly even INFINITY PLUS ONE~!!!!!
haha an old dude tried to pick up my best bud by playing pool with us but i shot em' down. I'm already going to hell so i figure, why not. When they were saying som esuch nonsence about not rushing for me to set up my shot because we had lots of time I said something along the lines of ...i said....oh shit it was hella witty but i forgot :(
ahem ok i said "no you don't have much time left!! aren't you thirty?!?!??" (the dude had just divulged to me he was 29). ok ok so it was way funnier at the time (p.s I will probably delete all this tommorow).
haha and then..oh no tear as it is just hitting me now...i gave away my Cursive pin to a high school boy on the subway :( oh woeis me what have i done..granted high school boys ROCK MY SOCKS OFF but still... i just got that pin. I know i said something about saddle-creek that initially attracted his attention to us but now for the life of me i cant remember what....was i just yellling 'saddle -creek' on the subway platform??!? scooby doo where are you we need some help from you now...
anyways the best thing to do ever is to do the old 'run up against the resturaunt front window and then slide down it with a messed up face as if you were a fly that flew into the glass and is sliding dead down'.....it has been done many times before, granted, but it just never gets old. like basically right now it sounds really stupid, this i can conprehend, but when you do it you will wet your pants laughing b/c ppl. inside will be so confused and noodles and spinach will fall from yonder mouths..ahh .ha. like basically uncle sam is pointing at you now saying I!! WANT !!! YOU!!!!! TO WET YOUR PANTS LAUGHING!!!! and that is how you will do it. that right there is how you will wet your pants. running into a glass restuurant front window. it never gets old.
Current Mood: trashed
Current Music: Pogues-if i should fall from grace with god...
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February 20th, 2004
10:57 am - Cali. forn. ia.
So apparently I just bought a two day ticket to Coachella.
Woooo hooo and oh shit what have I done. But mostly woooo hooo.
And I have an exam the day before.
Please leave your congratulations below.
Current Mood: excited
Current Music: voices in my head saying you're going to go fucking bankrupt
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February 12th, 2004
12:48 am
For Valentines Day I'm going to be a gypsy. Or else just a regular nomad with no cultural affiliations.
Also: I would like Son, Ambulance more except for in Maria in Motion he does the whole woman/ girl contrast thing. I hate it when people do that. It gives me the creeps. Mostly its only guys (and Brittney Spears), I've noticed, who write lyrics about, you know "she wears ugly shoes and whines about 'the office' like a woman, but stuffs pop-tarts in her mouth like a girl....ohhh yeah...shes a woman who is sometimes like a little girl...ooooooohh...the contrast is so bea-u-te-ful, she is changing like a butterfly..". Ugh.
I had something lame in this space but decided to delete it. So anyone who got a chance to read it, keep it close to your heart. You can also use it as a pawn when you are all arguing over who gets to write my Biography.
Instead: Last night The Parkas were good, really good. But there were some little babies in the crowd. Like what seemed to be many, many 14 and 15 year olds (it was suppost to be 19+). Anyways they left after the opening band and after when we were discussing it I said "Yeah they are probably already tucked in asleep under their Mighty Morphon Power Rangers sheets". My friend then kindly informed me that she wasn't quite sure that was what the kids were sleeping under these days. Apparently I am out of the loop. Further proof was on Saturday morning (while watching some kids for the past 5 days) the little angels woke me up at 7 am. I put on some Cursive to calm them down, but they actually TURNED IT OFF and put on a Hillary Duff song 'This is what dreams are made of'(what is what dreams are made of? Singing horrible mid-90's style pop and looking like you are 35 when you are only 15??!?). I called at them to 'turn that noise down!!' while drinking my coffee and reading up on RRSP's. I thought I was still in with the younger generation. Apparently not. Even my favorite kids cartoon, When Timothy Goes to School, has been cancelled, or so says my brother. I wasn't ready to say good-bye.
Current Mood: content
Current Music: The Parkas
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February 5th, 2004
08:20 pm
I've got an extra BN ticket if anyone needs one...
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