| this started out as a myspace blog and got way too fucking long. |
[Jul. 22nd, 2006|07:11 am] |
you know...fuck.
the old times were the best, the really really old times.
the 14-16 years were awesome, and hating on kids is lame, because they are having the awesomest times. (don't be bitter. don't be cruel.) thanks people, for reminding me how wicked everything was :)
ripped hundreds of hundreds of songs this past week. i am no longer out of the loop. herself ripped from my rips.
hating on myspace when you use it at least once a week is lame. hating on livejournal however... hilarious.
there is no such thing as a post post post post post post script.
i wish it was a no no to delete blogs.. oh my the blogs i've made.
it's so cold in this house. not a bloc party drop, i'm serious, i'm freezing my tits off.
IE isn't letting me tell you what i'm listening to.
i'm listening to Herself snore.
i think my aunt and uncle kind of invitedme to move here to vermilion lake where i have been "hermitting". i always thought my uncle HATED having me around, but my aunt said they talked at dinner and he "doesn't mind me at all". i don't know if i've changed so much that i am likeable to anyone, or if i'm just always in the same room, so he doesn't notice me.
not that i don't hermit at home. difference is, there i troop around like an ant, between my neighbour's place and mine. like an ant i tell you, carrying my payload of music around to feed the masses.
at home (which i havent really been all summer) i sleep in my tiny bed, watch peasantvision and read Forensics For Dummies. gotta protect ya neck.
here i talk to the 3 persian cats, influence Herself, swim in the pool, get drunk, not wear makeup, watch anything i fucking want on my choice of TV's, wear Toronto Maple Leafs rubber sandals, aunt Giz does my laundry and makes me dinner..... and when that all gets boring we can go blueberry picking.
OH YEAH.
best story ever!!
aunt Giz, Memere, Herself and I went blueberry picking in Kukagami. The night before, I drank peach and peppermint schnapps in excess to try and shake the feeling that i needed to smoke a pound of marijuana. i'm not much of a drinker anymore. i was having dreams about throwing up, and woke up like i normally do a thousand times every night, in a cold sweat. i frequently get non-pregnancy related morning sickness, so i thought i would be okay if i ate something and had some tea. did that. picked up memere. maybe the CIGM shit station did it, but halfway to Kukagami i asked my aunt to pull over. a guy in a volkswagen drove by, and i realized he had passed us on highway 144 on our way to sudbury. as this happened, i made eye contact with the guy and laughed.... and puked. and laughed while i was puking. and puked while i laughed. i can't express how hilarious this situation was to me, watching the sesame seeds and chamomile tea come flying out of my mouth in the consistency of oatmeal. i turned and looked at the Volkswagen, then yelled at my family in the Cavalier, "did you see that fucking guy twice?" and theyre like yeah we did, and why were you laughing, so i climbed back in the car. looked in the rearview and buddy in the VW was laughing his ass off too. so i'm not the only one who thinks vomiting can be fun. :) HAHA
I did everything I could to prepare myself for swarms of mosquitos at our blueberry spot. I have a notorious phobia of anything insect-y. I picked about enough blueberries to make a fuckin cupcake... when I got stung by what i thought was a bee. it didnt hurt as much as a bee sting though so i got suspicious. then another one stung me and i was like fuck this im waiting in the car. turned on the A/C and my aunts like "i'm not letting you sit in A/C while I pick for 2 hours". i made a video of me sitting in the car bitching about how fucking hot it was and how ill i had been. the last few seconds of the video i start talking about these "bees"... then one flies in front of the lens... then another one.. and another one...... so i jump out of the car again
i RUN AROUND WITH MY PURSE ON MY HEAD FOR TWO HOURS HOPING IT WILL RAIN
THESE THINGS ARE EVERYWHERE
AND THEYRE NOT STINGING THE 2 ELDER CHEVRIERS.. only me and Herself. so they think we're nuts... until one finally bites Giz in the ass. REVENGE IS SO SWEET. the radio keeps saying it will rain but we're there forever, on the side of some train track.. no escape from the "bees"... and no possible way to comfort ourselves.
it was ungodly how long i had no reception on my cell phone.
so remind me, why am i going camping tomorrow??? oh yeah. you.
i got stood up by someone last night.... I PUT ON EYELINER AND EVERYTHING, and b/c of this shitforbrains i have stayed up all night and probably given myself brain damage.
i've been invited to return here like sunday... if i move in we're redecorating this fucking room, it's hideous..
there's a roll of masking tape next to me with the word "living" written on it.
i wanna download this video of bam margera banging his ex gf jen, but i dont want herself or anyone else who uses this computer to think i approve of pornography.
the spellcheck feature on this motherfucker is hilarious. |
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| the end is the beginning of the end |
[Jul. 16th, 2006|02:57 pm] |
the sewers belch me out
the heavens spit me out
from ethers tragic i am born again
and i am with you now
inside your world of wow
is it bright where you are
have the people changed
does it make you happy you're so strange?
and in your darkest hour
i hold secrets flame
climb my ribcage to
the replays run for you
unhook my lights to
peek behind the flesh
for i am crystal chrome
and i am shatterdome
and i am kremlin king
of angels avenged |
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