January 29th, 2005
4:48PM
I went to Johns house last night for a little get together. It was crazy at times. Him, Leigh, Caelin, Kristyn and me. little odd one out, I am. Thats ok. We went to MacDonalds and they had these wicked pony toys. My Little Pony. So I bought a happy meal. It was great. I wanted to name the horse after this boy that went in the bathroom while we were eating, but nobody would ask him what his name was.
here is my beautiful Princess Twisp.
as you can see, she is beautiful. I named it after Nick Twisp, this character in this book that I adore. Youth in Revolt. (very good book.) This morning I dyed her hair. Now there is a rainbow in it.
That weird red bow thing is my thumb. I made a hole in my nail and tied a ribbon in it.
January 27th, 2005
11:29PM
Well today I have earned a reputation with this Devon boy in my sty vie class at school for loudly exclaiming "Ah crap, its my moms birthday!" during the exam period when someone asked for the date. Eep. I guess one day when I'm rich I'll buy her a private jet as compensation for all the mother's days and birthdays I missed.
I had sty vie exam today, as you can tell. We watched Super Size me and then wrote reflections. I went overboard and wrote one and a half pages. I hope its enough, eep, I could have written more, I know I could, but I had my mind set on going and getting a pizza. Yeah, I know, watching some guy drink gallons of pop and pounds of fries and then vomit out the side of his car just didn't get me that much. I'll admit though, while I was eating supper tonight I had flashbacks from that nasty gastric bypass and could not eat any longer.
Tonight I decided that I shall go back to my habit of doing 100 sit ups every night and random leg exercizes to remain in some sort of shape after sty vie is over. I'll have abs of steel... but I shall be incapable of running for ten minutes at a time. Oh well. Can't have it all, I guess.
So yeah, its moms birthday and they all went out to a tavern (her, dad, and my grandparents). And now they're upstairs drunk and apparently not caring that I'm on the internet at 11:30... hm. I like this. This should happen more often. I have a his anc exam tomorrow morning.
well I hear footsteps, maybe the party is dispersing, in which case I shall finish this letter. Yipe.
January 26th, 2005
1:21PM
Whoo! Finished my Math exam! I beat the pants off that one. Damn, I thought it would be hard, and some parts of it I sucked at, but I figured them out easy enough. I actually figured out how to do all that racine carrée junk right there on the test. It was crazy good timing. Hah. And then I came home, curled up with my kitty for a while, and here I am now.
January 25th, 2005
3:37PM
Another day off school! I've spent it sitting around playing video games and playing the acoustic. I'm at a loss as to what I should play for the next little show. I have doubts as to whether I'll actually play or not. I feel like I've set a really high standard that I need to reach, but I have a few songs that I'd like to try... so I'm making some general ideas.
I'm incredibly glad for this snow day, it pushes my exams even further down. I think I have my Science exam next monday... which sort of sucks, because I was looking forward to burning EVERYTHING this weekend, and being DONE with the stress of exams, but now it has to be dragged out longer. Oh well.
January 24th, 2005
12:50PM
Hey. Well I haven't gotten to write much lately, I've been going absolutely insane with schoolwork this weekend. Third blizzard in a week yesterday, cancelled my first exam day today, whoo whoo, so I'm still at my grandparents... but We're coming home soon, hoorah.
Three new posts on the Guestbook. Worth examining.
January 22nd, 2005
10:57PM
Well, I am mad at my inner clock, or lack thereof. I was only supposed to be offline for an hour, but I overshot (working on my dratted Histoire Ancienne essay, rawr) and ended up being, err, about 40 minutes late. So I'm not surprised that the person I was supposed to meet online isn't around. Damnit.
It actually feels good to get back in the habit again, working on my essay. I almost enjoy it, actually. There's something strangely satisfying in good old manual work, and a good feeling of pride and success with every paragraph I finish. Probably because this crazy essay has been such a burden on me for so long, and I've been constantly worrying about it and putting it off.
I think I've pretty much finished studying Math completely and I'm ready for the exam on Monday. However, it looks like we're getting another fuck all huge snowstorm on Sunday night and I just might get stuck here at my grandparents house. Thats bearable, though, another day of studying.
Hey! the person I was going to meet is now online. Guess I'll stop wasting words in here. :P
January 20th, 2005
2:37PM
so tired. I went back to bed at 11AM and woke up at 1PM and was like, fuck, where did two hours go. Then I played guitar for a while longer. I've learned how to play the nice little acoustic beginning part of The Light And The Glass by Coheed and Cambria but now my pinky hurts, especially when I hit the shift key frequently (like I did to write out the song title... ouch.)
whoa, i just discovered something weird on my temple. Its like .. skin cancer or something. Well it was nice knowing you. It does run in the family, actually
January 20th, 2005
8:55AM
I am at a loss. I have a Sty Vie project due tomorrow and pretty much absolutely nothing to show for it. It was a stupid assignment. I'll just forge something to make it look like I did it. Its like, you have to do two active things outside of school. I dont know, its stupid. And I can't get my parents to sign it and say I went cross country skiing or anything. Maybe I can go skating at Port Williams and get some random guy to sign it or something. I dont know.
Today school was cnancelled and Im not really sure why. Maybe it's snowing, I don't know. I haven't looked out the window yet. I really need to go shopping, or maybe I'll just sit around sewing my own clothes for today. I'm really excited. My mom and dad take vacations every winter and they never take me. This year I finally get to go with them. I can't wait.
It is incredibly early and I think Im dying, aaah. My eyelids cant open properly, but I can't go back to sleep. I woke up at 6:30 to take a shower and didn't realize school was cancelled, so then I had to dry my hair anyway or it would dry itself all crazy and horrible. so bleh. I still look like a trainwreck, but thats fine because nobody will have to see me.
I think I'm gonna eat some food and watch some cartoons now and stress about this stupid sty vie thing.
January 19th, 2005
4:25PM
Well yesterday was BY FAR the BEST day of my life. I got backstabbed, rejected AND this girl tried to make me eat worms.
so here is my little ode to the world. Actually you can call it a little "fuck you" to the world. if you dont like it. print it off and show all your fuckin' friends. when I'm dead everyone will know it was your fault.
worms and mixtapes. that im listening to now. (mixtapes of course and not worms). I remember in the first months of school and I accused her of shunning me and then one day getting in a fight over nothing and hating me forever. so I guess I can have the satisfaction of sneering I Told You So I Told You So and I'll be praying the coffintop collapses. Die young, atleast you'll still look pretty.
bloodloss is a really nice word. Its perfect. Maybe its the combination of the two tall letters... that happens twice... or the two repeated letters. Its a beautiful word and a beautiful way to die. Is it not? It it the lack of blood that kills you? or the bullet in your spine? brain? Heart? pick a target, the human bodily perfection intended as a dartboard for the Gods.
this is the end of the tape. stop. flip over. and play it again.
I was under the impression that alcohol was capable of warming the body (and polishing those apples in your cheeks, smile like you haven't been drinking). half down and everything still cold.
at least with confidence in the every stride I take (in your direction as you hastily accept pursuit) I can be assured that I will have forgotten you in twenty years.
so we have a little group of girls. and karen gets an idea, and regina steals it. but thats the way its always been in chinatown. its a funny idea. actually a lot of this story has to do with stealing. stealing lab worms and stealing ideas.
and fuck you there where you stand. youve been on your knees so long you've got bruises.
mm well. bup bup bup i think im done. pull the trigger and the nightmare stops.
pull the trigger and the nightmare stops
pull the trigger and the nightmares tstops
pull the trgger and the nightmare stops
pull the trigger and the inghtmare stops
pull the trigger and the inghtmare stops
pull the trigger and the nightmare stops
pull the trigger and hte nightmarestops
pullthe trigger na dthe nightmare stopd
pull the trigger and the nightmare stops,
pull the trigger and the nightmarestops pull the trigger and the nightmare stops
January 17th, 2005
5:08PM
oh my GOD Im posting yet AGAIN! HOLY CRAP this is amazing. This is unbelievable. This deserves more news coverage than the tsunami of December 2004.
I made more mixtapes last night and today. I made one last night for Caelin and one today for Johns. I only figured out how to hook up the record player to the aux thingy today, though, so only John has Styx, the Knack and Pink Floyd on his mixtape.
I have also come to the conclusion that movie stubs (theatre ones, you know) are emo. They look very good on the covers of mixtapes.
I actually read my Spin magazine today and came across a kickass article written by Chuck Klosterman. That guy makes me laugh in a manner that would spew fluids from my noise if I happened to be drinking. However I believe that nasal passages should be kept clean of most beverages. Im also quite significantly bored and therefore I'm going to go fetch my Spin Magazine and proceed to type up the article, hoping that nobody from Spin Magazine sues me.
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I CAN MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE
An open invitation to change rock music and your life forever
By Chuck Klosterman
Dreaming. Dreaming! Question: Is there anything better than dreaming? Answer: Nay.
We here at Spin HQ spend a lot of time dreaming. We dream of many things - the distant future, the recent past, unicorns, Chauncey Billups, Veronica Lake, a world without hunger, a world without humidity, and the acquisition of various carbonated beverages (usually New Coke). But the main thing we dream about is rock, because we are in the business of "no compromise" rocking. Today, I intend to share one of those dreams with you. It is called "the Dream Band."
Now, I know what you're thinking; you're thinking, "I have already found the band of my dreams, and they are called Maroon 5." But try to think beyond conventional reality. Everyone who likes music has probably fantasized about their version of the perfect lineup for the perfect band. This is something people do when they are 14, or stoned, or 14 and stoned. This is something I occasionally bring up to strangers in casual conversation, and I always expect them to dismiss the exercise as a waste of time; to my surprise, they never do.
Here's the idea: You must build the ideal rock band. You need a singer, a guitarist, a bass player, a drummer, and one "wild card" (this musician can play whatever you choose and provide backing vocals). The rules are as follows:
1) You can't take more than one member from any given existing group.
2) You can't pick Frank Sinatra or Elvis Presley as your vocalist.
3) You can't pick Jimi Hendrix as your guitar player.
4) If you pick a bassist who sings (like Les Claypool) or a drummer who sings (like Don Henley) or a guitarist who sings (like Maroon 5 frontman Adam Levine), he (or she) can't sing in this particular band. They can play their specific instrument only. Also, if you select Les Claypool or Don Henley, you're a prick.
5) You can't pick John Bonham as your drummer. You also can't pick Animal from The Muppet Show.
At first glance, this might look easy. But the more you think it over, the more challenging it seems. This is because your Dream Band is not supposed to be an all-star team of your favorite musicians. These five artists are actually supposed to record an album and tour. As a consequence, certain lineups simply will not work. It would be a bad idea to make deceased blues legend Robert Johnson your singer if Swedish ax virtuoso Yngwie Malmsteen is your guitarist. These personas would not gel (although I suppose they might end up sounding like Living Colour).
I've been considering this for roughly 20 years, so my lineup is probably unbeatable: It's Black Sabbath's Tony Iommi on guitar, Parliament-Funkadelic's Bootsy Collins on bass, Motley Crue's Tommy Lee on drums, and Prince as my multi-instrumental wild card. My frontwoman will be Karen Carpenter. This, I feel, would be the ultimate funk-metal wedding band (the group's name would be Doomed Honeymoon).
So here is what I want you to do: Come up with your own Dream Band using the parameters I've esablished. Email your lineup (and the band's name) to maroon5disciple@aol.com. Enter as many times as you like, because - honestly - what the fuck do I care? And here is the prize: If I feel your Dream Band is good enough to legitimately rock the cosmos, I will personally turn your dream into a reality. I will call all prospective musicians on their home telephones. I will convince them that this opportunity is perfect. I will sign them to a recording contract. And I will immediately fly them (and you) to New York City for rehearsals. Your Dream Band will meet with you and me, as well as proven hit-makers Glen Ballard and Desmond Child. Together, we will create a 28-song double album (you will be responsible for the lyrics, and you may also have to mike the drums). Upon the record's release, your Dream Band will embark on a 26-city tour. The opening act will be Maroon 5.
Perhaps you still have questions. Perhaps you find yourself saying, "Chuck, this will never work. Many of the prospective band members I want to select are already dead." However, that will not be an issue: We have robots. We will build robots, and they will rock you. We have robots. And we have dreams.
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Congratulations if you actually read the entire article. If you have a band lineup, send it along to me, I would be pleased to post it on the site. I can't promise you that I'll force them into a recording contract, but I can promise you that I will tap their phone lines and interrupt them while they're showering.
January 16th, 2005
3:48PM
two days, two posts. mark it on your calendar people, this could be rare. Haha. I have to clean my hamsters cage today, actually, since about the last two weeks but I haven't done it. I keep making excuses. Im a terrible person.
I made another mixtape today, but this time its for a boy at my school. Im too scared to give it to him though, I think. So I dont know. But theres supposed to be a blizzard or something, 45 centimetres of snow, so I'll spend all tomorrow making mix tapes for people. that way he just thinks its a friend thing, not a big deal or anything. which it isnt. its only a mix tape. right?
January 15th, 2005
11:19PM
this is an alltime low for posts, people. Man. Two weeks and I've only made like three posts. Eessh. Then again school has been WAY too fucking consuming.
I think I've begun hating weekends. Well. In some ways I hate them, in other ways, couldn't be happier. I mean, who wants to stick around and tough out another eight hours of a social hell hole? Followed by an early night and the usual homework. Such monotony makes my brain bleed. But then again, being stuck in this house with these people and absolutely nothing to do doesn't exactly keep me sane, either. Sometimes the social setting atleast gives closure to things unfinished... bleh.
my head is screaming. I have hours of Coheed and Cambria crammed into all of my senses (somehow, that is possible). Now I have riffs from Al the Killer stuck in my head. It's eleven 20 and I'm ... hm wait a minute. The computer clock hasn't switched time at all, and I'm quite confident I havent typed this all in a minute. Oh, okay, it just changed now. Maybe I did. God. See? point proven. These minutes drag by so fucking slowly.
exams soon and I have an essay thing due soon. and I have do two two little activities outside of school for some sty vie project. rar. this displeases me greatly. actually the majority of things in my life are tending to displease me lately, but of course, I'm not entitled to speak my opinion online, because some people really just dont for-give and fucking-get, to they?
s'just like the english, they burn you and then ask you to agree. dont answer that.
I spent most of the evening making mix tapes. They're incredibly time consuming but the finished product is pretty interesting. its for a friend of mine. Its the second mix tape I've ever made. The first one was for Tommy, an old boyfriend. Old in the sense that we're not dating anymore, not old in the sense of actual physical age, which would be incredibly gruesome and quite tasteless. (and dont even TRY to overthink that one or I'll reach through my computer screen and slap you. Yes. Yes I shall.)
so as you can see my tapes are not made frequently. but this one seems pretty well planned out. I drew a rose on the inside. Most of the songs are emo-ish. And then theres stupid little songs like "Time Stands Still" by the All American Rejects (had to stare blankly at the screen for a while to remember that one).
well people have started talking to me on MSN so I'll stop wasting time writing on my website. yaaay for negative hits.
January 8th, 2005
1:49PM
I've been trying to fix the guestbook but it's not going so well. I can't figure out how to get the information to send properly. I know I can do it with the Yahoo PageBuilder but the douche refuses to save any of the actual progress that I make (before it makes my computer eat itself and die).
Hockey game tonight. Horton versus Bridgetown. Should be alright, I guess. I don't really know why I'm going, but it's something to do, I guess.
Back to working on those stupid freakin' forms. Grrr.
January 1st, 2005
7:25PM
hey! Im on Johns computer because mine died. Im hanging out here for the night, and this keyboard sort of sucks. the shift key doesnt work properly and the number "2" key sticks sometimes, it seems. Ahh well.
We're waiting for people to show up, actually, Im waiting for people to show up cause nobody is heeere. Even John and Leigh are out to go meet this guy in New Minas. Ellen, Caelin and Caelin's friend are all to show up soon. hoorah. i hope they bring food, i hardly ate tonight.
my brother's girlfriend has been at the house for like more than 29 hours now. It makes me sick. All they do is freaking make out. i curled my hair this afternoon, and my brother looks at me at dinner and goes, My hair looks like that when i get out of the shower. And i look at him and his girlfriend, and im all, well, it does look so freaking neat right NOW, does it? And then i was just annoyed and so i left without properly eating, so goddamn. Hungry.