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[17 Mar 2005|02:25pm] |
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I just spilled hot wax all over my jeans and it won't come off.
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[15 Mar 2005|04:07pm] |
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I feel like I'm losing my mind. Part of me wants to rip out my hair and jump off a bridge, and the other part of me wants to get on a plane, go somewhere, and never come back. Maybe I'll rip out my hair and jump off a bridge in another continent.
Fuck you, BPD.
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[14 Mar 2005|10:14pm] |
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Placebo - Pure Morning |
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Know what I hate? How practically everyone says "supposebly". What the fuck? It's "SUPPOSEDLY"! I don't know where people get these things from. Maybe the general population is just less intelligent than me.
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[14 Mar 2005|08:02am] |
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Strapping Young Lad - Satan's Ice Cream Truck |
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For some reason my clock radio was set an hour ahead. So, dreading waking up at 8 for work as it is, I actually woke up at 7. My mom has to work at 9, and I thought it was 5 to 9 and she was just getting out of the shower, so I'm like, "Don't you have to be at work??" and she said, "It's only 8!"
That was cool...
Yeah...I'm fucking tired.
I got my hair cut yesterday. It's a lot shorter and parted to the side and kinda layered. It looks cute.
I'm also planning on applying at Home Depot, Staples, and Costco. Apparently Costco pays like $16/hour which is awesome. I NEED A NEW JOB. Ugh.
And now, time for a survey.
( Because I'm bored )
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[13 Mar 2005|12:50am] |
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Aphex Twin - Come to Daddy |
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Today I actually bought more cell phone time, and managed to get a free $10 phone card. I bought one from London Drugs and went to put it on my phone and it said the 12-digit pin number has already been used. So I went back and told the dude it wasn't working, so he actually gave me a new card and said "Try this one." That one worked, and when I checked my balance I had $20.
So...that was probably the most exciting moment of my day.
What a productive evening. This is the second Saturday now that I've sat at home and done absolutely nothing.
Also I've noticed that some people can be real jerks on the phone if they're hanging out with certain people. *COUGH*
I guess when you're around your friends I'm just an inconvenience to you. Yep thanks a lot...
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[09 Mar 2005|03:23pm] |
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APC - Counting Bodies Like Sheep.. |
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I had the most sincerely fucked up dream last night. I dreamt I was in this room having an incestual foursome with my sister, my mother, and my grandmother. My grandma was wearing a giant blue condom and had a penis and was fucking me with it, when other members of my non-immediate family walked in. For some reason I was the only one who was in shit, and my entire family then disowned me. So I was all upset and I was laying on this field, and I caught the eye of a cute boy so I decided I'd seduce him. Then all of a sudden we're in this car with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fakebetty, she leaves, and I find out this boy is fourteen but I have sex with him anyway.
I GOT FUCKED BY MY GRANDMOTHER'S GIANT BLUE PENIS.
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[07 Mar 2005|10:12pm] |
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Ministry - Jesus Built My Hot Rod |
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Okay, so I'm sick and fucking tired of my job.
I need someone to give me suggestions as to where I can apply that, A)Pays the equivalent or more of what I'm making now (Let's just make it at least $10/hour) and B)Allows facial piercings, neon hair, and visible tattoos. I really, really, really want my labret done and I also really want neon blue hair and a couple tattoos on my arms.
THAT'S ALL I'M LOOKING FOR.
And fuck those job agencies, I don't want to work there. I'm talking about a real job here, folks. PLEASE, any suggestions would be GREATLY appreciated!!!
ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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[07 Mar 2005|06:39pm] |
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Black Sabbath - Electric Funeral |
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Hope you guys had a wicked day.
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[06 Mar 2005|03:17pm] |
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Zombies - Time of the Season |
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( Infatuated )
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[21 Feb 2005|03:58pm] |
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ohGr - Minus |
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-I am sick as fuck.
-Hunter S. Thompson shot himself in the head yesterday, which was Kurt Cobain's birthday.
-Why is it all the cool people have to top themselves?
-Cat, you're a fucking hoe bag.
-Now some visuals, taken today.
( Read more... )
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[17 Feb 2005|01:55pm] |
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Prodigy - Hotride (feat. Juliette Lewis)/Deadsy - Replicas |
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I need a new journal. I don't want to have to worry about making all my entries friends-only. Come to think of it, I don't really know why I've been making them friends-only. I think it may be because whenever I write in my journal I bitch, whine and complain about how shitty life is and my genuine cynicism tends to shine through incredibly, which seemingly isn't the best character trait to have. But oh well, take it or leave it you fuck.
I'd like to start this off by making a shoutout to my wonderful sister Keira for contaminating me with fucking anthrax or SARS or whatever she has. I now have about three pounds of lung butter and once I start coughing, I can't stop. She purposely drank out of my strawberry daiquiri and didn't remind me that she was sickly, because I forgot completely. So that's wonderful. I also have no cold medication in any form whatsoever. Awesome!
Anyway, I started my next night school course on Tuesday, which is Math 11 Principles. Super!! My teacher is an old dude from Uganda named Mr. Rhambula or something, and he's a fucking cripple in a wheelchair with a gimped hand. His index finger on his right hand doesn't bend, and he's right handed, so he sits in his fucking wheelchair and scribbles out formulas on the overhead which are completely illegible. I remember Bianca asking me, "What's that 12 for?" and I didn't know. Ten minutes later I realized it said "YR". Then he assigns the homework and puts, "Page 'insert scribble here'". Then he's like, "Oh, that's supposed to be a ten".
What the fuck? It looked like a shamrock.
Also, he's a complete asshole. This course is going to fucking suck hardcore anus and I'm afraid I will have a very hard time trying to pass.
I've also somewhat planned out what I'm going to do for jobs. After I graduate I'm gonna go for my bartending license and quit motherfucking Kentucky Fried Children, and start doing that for a while until I can get more options going in the criminology field. I'm also considering investigative reporting. And yes...that's correct. I haven't graduated yet, and at this rate of one course at a time at night school, I probably won't graduate until next June. Yup, June of 2006 folks, two years after I was SUPPOSED to graduate! Yay, I'll be 20 years old and just finishing high school. Maybe. I wish I hadn't fucked up so bad when I was actually in high school. I made a lot of idiotic choices and did not care back then, for I lived for the moment and did not take into consideration anything that may happen in future years. It is now the future years and I'm paying the consequences.
I decided for my birthday I am going to have a bunch of people come out to a field somewhere and have a massive drunken bonfire with me. I am going to get SO FUCKING PISS ASS DRIZZZZUNK. It is my 19th and I want to make it memorable. Err, somewhat memorable. So anybody who would like to come, it will be on the 28th of May, which is a Saturday. The whereabouts of the location is still pending, so please be sure to request off the 28th and the 29th, for you will be wonderfully hungover.
I know my birthday isn't for a while, but I always get so excited about it months beforehand. I'm a loser, I know. I will be finally legal. My age will no longer limit me to doing what I want to do. I've been looking forward to this for nineteen years. :)
Also, I need to meet more interesting people. Conversing with people of a "normal" nature and disposition never fails to prove futile. It goes nowhere and does not stimulate my brain into being active and used the way it should be. So if anyone is up for an intellectual conversation on the science of human behaviour and government conspiracies, feel free to message me on MSN. If you're a loser and don't have my email, you will find it in my userinfo. Now excuse me while I submerge my head in toilet water whilst picking my asshole with nail clippers.
May the force be with you.
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[03 Feb 2005|06:16pm] |
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Ministry - Stigmata |
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And the song is fucking good, too.
You ran out of lies!
You ran out of lies! Lies!
Stronger than reason, stronger than life
The only truth I know is the look in your eyes
The look in your eyes!
Just like a car crash, just like a knife
My favorite weapon is the look in your eyes
You ran out of lies!
You ran out of life!
You ran out of lies!
Get out of my life!
And I'm chewing on glass and tasting my fingers
I'm not the one who's run out of lies, lies!
You ran out of life!
You ran out of time!
Judging my faith and walking on splinters
I lost my soul to the look in your eyes
Your eyes! You ran out of lies!
Ran out of time...
Stigmata! You ran out of lies!
Oh, you have empty eyes! (yes)
Oh, you have empty lies! (yes)
They told me nothing
Nothing but lies!
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck me! Fuck me!
Fuck you! Fuck you!
Fuck everyone! Fuck the church!
Fuck Jesus! Fuck Mary!
Fuck the Jews! Fuck the Bhuddists!
Fuck the Hindus! Fuck George Bush!
Fuck his ugly wife! Fuck Tipper Gore!
Fuck everyone! Fuck Gorbachev!
Fuck Noriega! Fuck all these assholes!
Fuck you! Fuck me! Fuck all of you!
Stigmata! Stigmata! Stigmata! Stigmata!
They told me nothing but lies!
Lies! Lies! Lies! Lies!
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[01 Dec 2004|01:58am] |
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[11 Sep 2004|12:15am] |
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Benny Benassi - Satisfaction |
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HAPPY 9/11!!
FUCK BUSH
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| Much needed update. |
[25 Jun 2004|05:29pm] |
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Skinny Puppy - I'mmortal |
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Haven't done this in quite some time; I figured I may as well, I'm stressed at the moment anyway and need to get it out.
For starters, it was Albert's birthday yesterday. Happy 19th to him. Finally legal babe! Haha.
Tonight is his party, being held at my house. I'm looking forward to getting very drunk.
Yesterday I did these crazy shrooms with Cat, that was fun. Shrooms are just fucking fun.
I'm stressed out because my mom's temp job at SFU is over soon and July 9th is her last day. She hasn't been able to find another job and she told me today that I might have to move out because she will have nowhere for us to live. As much as I want to move out, I don't want to have to do it because I am forced to when I'm not ready. I don't even have my high school, so I need a place to live while I'm doing Adult Education and not have to worry about paying bills while working and going to school. Albert suggested today that I move in with him and his family, but I'm not too sure how that would work out. His family is a lot more uptight than my mom, which means no smoking/blazing/drinking in or near the premesis. That would be a tough adjustment, seeing as though I can pretty much tell my mom anything or do a lot around her without her fretting.
I'd like very much to find some roommates. If I could find a cheap place to live with a couple other people I'd be very happy.
Also, this household causes me way too much stress and pretty much almost every day I have a freak attack because I just can't handle it.
BUT I'll be okay because Skinny Puppy have returned with a brand new awesome CD in which I am going to purchase very soon. Thank you Nivek
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[26 May 2004|09:59am] |
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Infected Mushroom - Bust a Move |
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Happy birthday to me.
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[24 May 2004|09:43pm] |
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 indescribable |
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Machine Gun Fellatio - Leopards |
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I feel like I'm dying.
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[21 May 2004|01:25pm] |
Oh god. That's so hot.
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| Help one in need |
[10 May 2004|11:23am] |
I need to design a product to market in a foreign country for a Marketing assignment...I can't think of anything because I'm partially retarded.
Ideas, anyone?
I need ideas.
Just think of any product, whether it's invented already or not. I'm braindead.
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