It never gets weird enough.

Monday, February 28, 2005

You know what I love?

Yes, you do, because I am constantly going on about it. Since my last list was about things that annoy me, I decided to mix it up a bit. Get ready for this curveball:

  1. When relatives come to town and you are expected to hug them. *shudder*
  2. People who cut me off while I am driving. YES I AM TALKING TO YOU SMALL CHILDREN AT CROSSWALK!
  3. Lines at the Wal-Mart.
  4. People who patronize me for liking something that is popular. There has to be some amount of popularity to every show, product, movie, band out there or it obviously wouldn't exist. sheesh.
  5. When my mom tells me that if I stopped drinking coke and eating chips my face might clear up. Thanks ma, you're looking mighty fine yourself.
  6. When I have 0 comments on my blog...okay that is more sad and lonely for me than annoying. It might just push me into depression...if you don't comment...
  7. When I find a popcorn kernel in my tooth and can't remember the last time I had popcorn. I know, ew.
  8. The art gallery people's extremely loud phone. And when they drum in the front foyer. It's a library!
  9. People who think they're cool because they don't read.

Okay that is all for now but I imagine there will be more later, because, as I said...this list is of the neverending variety. Hey, p.s. Don't you hate it when people anonymously comment because they are too pansy to show their face? (or rather, screen name) And isn't it odd when this same topic pops up on an unanonymous blog the very next day? Yes, peculiar indeed.

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Saturday, February 26, 2005

Oh sweet victory!

Lately Kazaa has been giving me a lot of lip. This was very hurtful to me as Kazaa and I had been good friends for quite some time. Your mother probably experienced a similar feeling when you became a teenager. I hadn't wanted to do it, but finally the time came when I decided that, alas...I must move on. So I downloaded a new program and got the song I had been trying to get for two months on the third try. Guess who has a new best friend? ME! This is what you must do when Kazaa and your old best friend let you down. That's right, you must make friends with software. I also must add, since I sooo love to cheat the system, that this program also allows the download of movies. There's no way something so bad could feel this good.

I was very excited to go to Craven this year, but I am beginning to see that it might not happen. It's not even my parents, they are surprisingly agreeable on the, "Hey ma, can I go get drunk and party with a bunch of cowboys outside for 3 days?" front, but I am finding that no one wants to go with me. Y'all, apparently country is not what the cool kids are listening to.

My mom is cleaning out the "bar" that she has disgraced by turning it into a junk room and she has a bunch of alcohol sitting on the stairs. I walked by it and fell down the last three steps. Apparently I am one serious lightweight.

I must be on my way though, things to see, people to do and all that.

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Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Did you know that during the first MJ child scandal Pepsi sales went down 30%?

Today at work I did something horrible. That's right people - I drank a Pepsi. Here's the kicker though; it was pretty good. I was going to write a post about how maybe Pepsi wasn't actually the anti-christ and maybe if there was no Coke in the fridge, it would be okay for me to have a Pepsi. But then, you'll never guess what happened. Unless you know me, then you will. Anway, I spilled the damn thing all over the damn floor and proceeded to say damn a lot and my whole post just went to shit.

Seriously though, when I cracked that thing open I really expected Jeff to pop around the corner and be all, "HA! I didn't really go on a crazy trip in a semi! I was just waiting for you to start chugging Pepsi!"

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Saturday, February 19, 2005

I don't know much about horses but you - sure picked a funny place to ride

Me and my sister just had a conversation involving the location of the vaseline, in which I suggested it might be in my brother's room (completely innocently!) and she suggested that I was creepy. Not that I'm denying it, but still, her brutal honesty is a tad hurtful.

We had steak and cheesecake for supper. Well, not just that, but those were the highlights. Also Zac licked at my brother and my dad nearly had a hernia. And he dropped an f bomb. And said vagina. Strangely my dad seemed completely unfazed. He suggested that we have a few suppers away from the table when my mom gets home so we have time to get our manners back. Apparently he didn't notice that we never had manners. Currently Zac is sleeping because that, my friends, is just how much I hold his attention. You see how rivetingly interesting people find me? Yeah. I'm just reading Keegan's blog, in which I am referred to as his "brothers girlfirned". For some reason I found that entirely hilarious. Anyways, I'll have to write more later, I must go play a riveting game of Wheel of Fortune (c) over MSN. Should be intense.

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Friday, February 18, 2005

I take it all back.

I just received this e-mail;

Re: Restoring a deleted blog
Hi there,
Could you tell me the address of the blog you deleted? I can look it up and restore it for you. (For future reference, what you need to do whenmoving a blog to a new account is to remove the first account from theteam list, rather than deleting the whole blog.)
Sincerely, Graham
Blogger Support

Do you know who I love? Blogger! And Graham, Blogger Support!

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Wednesday, February 16, 2005


So, I am very pissed off. As some of you may have noticed my blog disappeared briefly. And by briefly I mean FOREVER. I know. Honestly. I have mostly restored it, only I forgot my new login for awhile and had to take a break. This was also due to the large amount of anger welling up inside of me because I HATE HATE HATE you blogger. Also, now it won't show all of my links. It decided to just show every other one. Because it is a whore. This was going to be a lot more touching at the start, since that was like an ENTIRE YEAR of writing. That I didn't save. No, not any of it. The touching part of it has been overwritten with anger, however. Now, I realize some of you might like to tell me that it's my own fault for not saving it. And for you know, deleting it. Shut up, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! But those of you might want to shut up because I might kick you in the jugular. More later. Happiness to follow.

As I couldn't move the comments, here they are:

At 2:29 PM, Ben said... That bites.PS - your links don't work.

At 1:29 PM, anywhooo said... I can relate to how you feel, except, I have a deep disgust for the Best Buy company in the U.S. Perhaps they're in Canada, too, but anyway, I wish you well in your writings. I'd be interested in what you have to say, if you do find them. See ya.

At 2:44 PM, Britt said... Well I find it quite peculiar that in this new blog of yours, both of the comments you've gotten are from complete strangers. So I'd like to be the first, non-stranger to comment! I was reading your profile and it's ingenius. Examples:running with scissors innuendo conversations revolving around me overanalyzation of unimporant events and your brother. And dad. Oh, you're my hero.

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Monday, February 14, 2005

I have only one thing to say

fuck you blogger.

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Monday, February 07, 2005

I'm meeeeltiiiiing!

It's happened. Today, I was sitting in English class, and I thought of something funny. I immediately reached for my idea notebook. I searched all through my binder before going, "Right, creative writing's over." And for just a second...I actually kind of missed my idea notebook.


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Sunday, February 06, 2005

a list

Because a) I know you all care so much, and b) I love lists. Which my faithful blog fans know, and my boyfriend probably doesn't. Anyway;

1) When my mom buys crackers with unsalted tops.
2) Hurting zits, and this blackhead that has been lurking above my lip FOREVER.
3) People who don't know what a bunnyhug is.
4) The word "moist" except in the case of "moist towlette" which is too humourous to be annoying.
5) Itchy sweaters.
6) Smelly people.
7) People who cluster in doorways/entrances.
8) That jock boy, you know the one. "Hey T-dawg, use yer mellin." (I had to spell it incorrectly to get the point across - the point being he is a stupid fricking idiot. The Kalin poem was inspired by him. And, you know. Kalin.)
9) When I start to rant and then forget my original point.
10) When I have to ask boys for answers. Such as in the case of my key being stuck in my car. And basically every drafting assignment.
11) My orthodontist.
12) The sadist man who invented the bra.
13) When I go over to my boyfriends house to find him on msn talking to Minkus's cousin. Ew, seriously.
14) Itchy eyes.
15) Teachers who insist on rough drafts and pre-writing.
16) The realization that this list might NEVER END.

Okay, that is all for now people. I hope you enjoyed. Feel free to add your own. Unless they involve me, in which case, you should probably just SHUT UP!

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Friday, February 04, 2005

I was going to buy you cheesecake, but it turns out you're a big ass

I really enjoy listening to songs in class that say "christ" "crucify" and the ever popular "fuck" and then watching the faces of all of the offended people. Sometimes I don't even like the songs, but the faces...priceless. It might because I am lacking certain "moral fibre". Whatever the case, it's freaking hilarious. You should try it sometime. You might like it, if you tried it.

Yesterday was one of the most hilarious days of my life. I seriously built up some muscle from all of that laughing. This made it quite disappointing today when I got in a fight with my sister before I was even out of bed, proceeded to get yelled at by the orthodontist*, and after school was forced to bodycheck a jock girl much larger than myself who was standing in the doorway. Don't fret, I scurried away quite quickly before her tiny jock mind had the chance to vow revenge upon me. Also today in English I was watching this jock/genius boy I sometimes associate with. He was working quite hard I noticed, while the rest of us were slacking off as, der, it's Friday. Anyway, he must have finished all of his genius boy work and he just sat there with the saddest look on his face. I'm not sure if he was actually sad, or if he just looks like that, but I really wanted to go give him a hug. It must be hard to be so smart. I bet his parents make him do calculus on Friday night's. You were asking, John Lennon? Yes, THIS is where the lonely people come from!

I am kind of wishing I would have went to the dance this evening. I have really not shaken my thang (in a most attractive manner, of course) in quite some time. Discluding all of those times in my kitchen. Or the occasional naked riverdances I do through my house when no one is home. The neighbours really enjoy my hockey night shows**. I forget where I was going with that. But it's really cold. I recently purchased a battery charger. It has a lid over top of where the batteries are charging, but mine broke off so I never bother putting it on. A thought just occured to me though: perhaps I can get radiation poisoning from the battery juices swirling around in the air! But I just can't be sure. I think I will keep charging said batteries without the lid on and see if I die of the side effects years from now. Depending upon the results***, it's been nice knowin' ya.

*Should he really be allowed to yell at me considering my parents are paying him like a billion dollars to do nothing except look at my mouth and tell other people what to do. Seriously, this is all he does. Let's review;
I: pay him a million dollars
He: buys jet with million dollars
I: get yelled at
He: goes back home on his jet.
I am not entirely sure he has a jet, but I do have strong suspicions. If not a jet, at least a passenger plane.

**Just kidding pervert. You can come get your camera out of my tree anytime.

***I typed that word resluts. Tres humourous.

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Tuesday, February 01, 2005

my deepest apologies

I am dreadfully sorry, dear Kevin, if my blog has struck you as an attack upon yourself. Honestly, I don't think you've ever put a rude comment on my blog, and if you had I'd have to say I wouldn't be too phased. I really thought most of your comments were jokingly. It was really only supposed to be a joke, I don't think you're sexist. And definetly not gay as there was that one time. You know, the one with sexy results. Also, I can't quite remember, but I think that was from the one simpsons where Homer is on the soap opera. Ringing any bells? I'm sure Joel will have the answers.

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