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[May. 4th, 2006|12:05 am] |
Livejournal is stupid.
I'll stick to my Suicide Girls account.
I may stop in here every so often to read up on friends who only have LJ if I feel like it. But I don't have many friends to read up on anyway. So bye. |
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| bored |
[May. 2nd, 2006|11:53 am] |
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| | The Prodigy - Spitfire | ] |
Taken from _____gak_bitch
Leave your name and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours |
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| dsggd |
[May. 1st, 2006|12:22 am] |
Warning, I'm in one of THOSE moods.
Granted, today wasn't all bad, it was my brothers birthday and we went to Medieval Times. And our knight won. And work didn't call me so I'm assuming Doug did infact take my shift and there were no problems. So that went well.
But I'm also gaining too much weight back. I've worked so hard to lose this weight and now it's starting to come back. I know with my view of my body and how much I hate it I could lose weight until I'm nothing and I'd still think I'm disgustingly fat but it's still bothering me. So much. I think I'm gonna famine again tomorrow.
Now that school's out I have very little to occupy my time. I don't like having free time to think. I don't want to have to think. I just want to go.
I don't have many people to taslk to anymore now that Jen hates me and everyone else has their shit to work out. I've been so bored and lonely today that I actually sat here and stared at nothing happening on my computer for so long that the screen saver kept turning on. But I kept staring. I watched Forrest Gump too and I'm not afraid to admit that it chokes me up and my eyes get a little watery after watching it.
I went and laid out on my lawn for a while. Ever do something that seems somehow significant or enlightening when really it wasn't anything at all? Perception is fucked like that.
I'm missing that person in my life that I can listen to and have them release to me. You'd think that I'd want someone to listen to me, nah. I know I have jack-shit to say about anything important and any issues I have are so far gone that I'm too fucked up to be helped now. So, I'd rather have that person I can sit with and listen to and connect with and understand. I'd like to feel like I am trusted and needed. But right now I don't even have people who talk to me in regular social ways. Hence why I have so much time to type this much about shit that I shouldn't have the time to think so much about.
I'm thinking of selling a bunch of my things to pay for a new bass... I have the time... maybe I'll do that next week. I'll do it one day on a weekday to get some of the school kids attention. They'd buy my crap. I think I'll try to sell my Playstation and my Atari Flashback system and maybe some of my older music shit. Oh, and I should sell my textbooks...
Anyway... this is too much stuff to type since it'll just go unnoticed anyway. |
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| Leonard Cohen, I finally understand. |
[Apr. 30th, 2006|11:05 am] |
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| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Leonard Cohen - Tower of Song | ] |
Havn't been around here very much lately, I've been on my suicide girls account more. If it wasn't something you have to pay for I'd suggest more people get it. It's great though.
My last couple shifts at work weren't too bad, I got out fast both times the managers seemed to love me for it. I got my tip cut last night, it was 57 bucks. Not bad, it's the biggest I've had yet.
Today's my brothers birthday. I didn't have time to find him a gift so I gave him my tip cut. We're going to Medieval Times today.
I have to be strict with my dieting again, I've gained 5 pounds in like a week, I feel like total shit for it. And I feel even worse knowing that I'll gain more tonight because of Jared's birthday. So next week I guess I have to start fresh. Now that school's out maybe I'll start going for long walks or roller blade or something. Whatever get's me active.
I've found my singing voice. It's kind of a mix between the singer from The Slackers and Leonard Cohen. At least I think so. Obviously I'm not as good as either of them but I use them as a basis kinda.
I enjoyed this very much. I found it on somethingawful.com:
"Avenged Sevenfold
Seriously, I can’t fathom these morons. They all have bitchin’ metal names like Synyster Gates and Zacky Vengeance and Bozo McMetal, they dress like a cross between garish metalcore clowns and hair-metal revivalists, and their signature sound seems to involve dual-guitar shred solos that are so toneless and compressed that they sound like they’re being playing on MIDI keyboards (these solos impress their idiot fans to no end, since the concept of counterpoint is an almost mystical revelation to people who have never heard anything approaching actual music before). In each of their videos, there’s bound to be a climactic moment when the two chickenhead lead guitarists situate themselves back-to-back and engage in a healthy round of homoerotic guitar horseplay while the singer flashes his mouthful of metal and some stripper they got from a Myspace casting call slinks by suggestively.
Apparently, they think they’re a serious metal band.
Ho ho! I saw these utterly loathsome painted-up titties complaining to the media about being on Total Request Live and in teeny magazines next to Aaron Carter and shit like that. Oh no, their Serious Badass Heavy Metal-lovin’ fans might feel alienated because a bunch of idiot kids love a band tarted up with heavy eyeliner and teased hair and painted nails and big ol’ platinum fucking grillz in their teeth. Guess what, Avenged Sevenfold: Warner Brothers wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole if they didn’t think they could sell you to idiot kids. You’re custom designed to be sold to idiot kids. Idiot kids are your bread and goddamn butter, Avenged Sevenfold, so you’d better get on your knees and thank Pussy Satan or whoever the fuck you worship (I wouldn’t be surprised if it was Jesus; that’s how lame you are) that idiot kids are willing to give you the time of day.
As for anyone who is male and over the age of fourteen who listens to these guys: what? Is there some kind of excuse? Did rock and roll kill your parents when you were a kid and you swore to get revenge by desecrating its memory? Are you writing a dissertation on the sexual dynamics of guitar solos? Even fratboy Bro-Magnons in pink polo shirts with popped collars wouldn’t be caught dead listening to this shit, and they’ll listen to anything, as long as it’ll get them laid via Myspace.
Whew. Any for any 14-year-old girls who love Avenged Sevenfold who might be reading this: it’s not too late. You have until the age of seventeen to start liking real music, but after that you’re pretty much doomed to liking awful shit for the rest of your life, so straighten up now or you’ll eventually become a pregnant stripper, and you’d better hope against hope that Myspace is still around then so you can find a dad for your little sack of crap. "
They're one of the few bands that I despise. So I rather enjoyed that. |
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[Apr. 19th, 2006|11:55 am] |
Another one of Jen's LJ posts...
"so i have a friend who all i wanted was to be friends with this guy. i was happy when we were first friends casue i thougth hed never go for me. and i thought that was sweet. but no. i cant jsut be friends with a guy. and to make things better, i like his friend, and have for a VERY LONG time now. but becasue of buddy over here. this girl cant be happy. find a guy who i really freakin like, and im forbidden to ever like him. i was thinking this the otehr day. things between my friend and i could never work becasue: once i think hes givin up on being depressing, he goes and proves me wrong by getting all depressed on me. i cant handle it. its too much bullshit for me to deal with. i like to drink. hes straight edge. i cant say one thing with out him taking it the wrong way and getting pissy about it. he wants me outta his life anyways. so theres my whole point. soo whatever I LIKE KEVIN. and i cant change that. i didnt FORCE myself to like him, nor can i FORCE myself to like anyone else. so looks like this girl will jsut have to wait it out."
You don't understand how crushed I am right now... It's like I just can't feel now, I can't be sad, I can't be mad I'm just blank... |
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[Apr. 18th, 2006|04:28 pm] |
This is so true:
This one reminds me of Mrs. Manarin/Jen:
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[Apr. 18th, 2006|09:30 am] |
Jen's last LJ post:
"as of april 13th i have decided to not talk to jordan anymore. casue pretty much we cant even be friends casue i wont date him. fucking douche bag. i jsut want him to get a girlfriend so he can get over me,and finally be happy. so till the day he gets a girlfriend i cant talk to him."
I could go and again explain that the whole incident at Taste of Chaos was not intentional but I don't think it'd do much good anyway. I'm not too upset about it anyway, maybe because she called me a fucking douchebag I'm not too upset about the whole thing.
Anyway, I'm doing my pop culture presentation soon than that's gonna be a loud off my mind.
I may or may not be auditioning to play bass for Green Division. That'd be cool I suppose, a couple of people said I should so I figure what the hell.
Well, I'm out. |
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| My balls, finally on the radio |
[Apr. 18th, 2006|12:50 am] |
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| |  anxious | ] |
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| | Rage Against the Machine - Guerilla Radio | ] |
Have you ever searched your name on google? I found so much shit on me. Unfortunately I found a lot of old poetry and my old xanga account with the final post on which I was all fucked up from my ex leaving me. Those were rough days. But at least in comparison I can say that I've controlled my depression a lot more since then. I've learned to just distance myself rather than freak out. Much easier.
Today, Ian talked about my balls on his radio show.
I talked to Karolina again today, we established that we find eachother cute. I'm working at it! Hopefully I'll see her soon.
Anyway, psych finals and pop culture presentation tomorrow. Nervous.
I'm not gonna work tomorrow, though I'm supposed to, I booked it off so I'm gonna fight for it on the basis of that very fact. Anyway, maybe I'll see some of you at Chicagos tomorrow. Right. |
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| mysterious chest scratches |
[Apr. 16th, 2006|02:06 pm] |
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| | Gene Serene - All Over You | ] |
I dunno why I feel so empty today. Last night I had a text message convo with Karolina for a couple hours and it was great and even work was pretty good. But I just woke up so upset at everything, I also woke up with really bad scratches across my chest, dunno what that's about, really stung in the shower though. Maybe it's just the fact that I know I'm gonna get my ass kicked at work today since I have to work alone for like 9 hours on fucking Easter while my family makes a big turkey dinner and enjoys the weekend. I don't even think I get any extra pay for working on a holiday, how balls is that?
Work also didn't give me tuesday off when I asked for it. Whatever, I'll just work, nobody offered to go to the munch with me anyway so I might as well just not go. I better be making some good money next paycheck.
I just feel so shitty right now like I just want to curl up and fucking sleep through the rest of the day and forget it ever happened. There's just usually a reason that I feel this way but it came out of nowhere today.
I've just been stressed and slowly letting go of everything that once made me happy, not that I want to, but because I essentially have to. I don't really expect Karolina to really think much of me and I kinda know that so it's pissing me off a little.
Everyone I know went to Steve's for a party yesterday and again I wasn't invited while I had to watch everyone else around me talk about it. I know I couldn't have come and I wouldn't have wanted to come anyway but being asked every so often would be nice.
Anyway, I've said too much depressing shit for a while. I assure you people that I'm not always like this, I just like getting shit out onto blogs and such, it's good release. |
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| Women/Bitches |
[Apr. 15th, 2006|12:48 am] |
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| | KMFDM - Flesh | ] |
So I went to Taste of Chaos yesterday. As you know those tickets were my Christmas present for Jen. She picked me up at like 4 when the show was starting. Turned out her friend Ally was coming too, which I was not aware of until I got in the car. I don't particularly like her, but there's not many friends of friends that I get along with, maybe it's just the whole fight for attention of the mutual friend thing, everyone does that. I get in the car and say hey and I don't remember them saying hey but I'll give them the benefit of the doubt that they did. Then Ally asked me for the directions that I wrote down and that was essentially the last thing they said to me all night. They got lost and confused and called people to figure out where to go, they didn't bother asking me even though I wrote down the directions and looked at the maps and junk, I coulda told them what to do once or twice, but they didn't ask so I didn't speak up. Regardless, we got there.
When we got there we went through different search stations and I walked a little ahead and waited for them, I could see them and then all of a sudden they walk the other direction. I was like "what the fuck?" I couldn't see them anymore after a short while so I just walked into the place. Later when I texted her phone she replied all pissed off at me for supposedly leaving them. I didn't even bother explaining anything, I figure at that point she's been pissed off at me for that for hours and there would be no way to convince her that I actually didn't ditch them but I essentially lost them because they were too busy not talking to me to let me know what they were doing.
Anyway, I was kinda pissed off by that situation and the fact that I had to sit there silently the whole ride while they talked about guys that are clearly better than me the whole way.
No, of course that doesn't bother me, thanks for being considerate though. Since you know how I feel about you and all.
So I pushed my way up to the front of the stage within the duration of one Silverstein song. I'm not much into them, I've met them back when they opened up for a friends band a few years back. I think I was the only person that talked to them that night, nobody else seemed to be interested in them at all, they were all there to see Not By Choice. Anyway, I stayed up at the rail through a bit of As I Lay Dying and than backed out because of the heat making me kinda sick, which was odd for me, I've been through worse.
I eventually ran into Nick and Andrew and Nick and I got right up to the rail again for Thrice. I was never much for them but they were good live. We stayed there until Deftones came on, I met some girl beside me and we hit it off well, I made a deal with her, I'll protect her from the crowd if she holds my hat. So I had my arms around her whenever I wasn't pushing away crowd surfers. We held hands for a while and after the show talked a bit and exchanged numbers. I don't think she ever intended to see me or talk to me again but she was sweet and I hope I do. Karolina is her name and I was, as she called me, her "concert boyfriend". Pretty sad that that's pretty much the closest thing I've had to a relationship in like over a year. And even that was only like a 2 weeks thing.
My pants fell down when I was holding her and I told her that, she offered to help me out but she couldn't move very well. I had my pants around my ankles for about 15 minutes and couldn;t do shit about it.
Both my arms are bruised, my backs is bruised up and my neck is shitty. I lost count of kicks to the head at like 12. Somebody landed on my head so hard that I felt something hard from somewhere in my head go down my throat. It wasn't a tooth, so I'm assuming that all the crusted up snot in my head all got knocked out and I swallowed it. That would explain why I'm breathing better.
Anyway, after the show I finally found Jen and again we didn't speak on the way back.
Today I finished a lot of my presentation on 80's pop culture, if anybody has anything to suggest that I put in, go nuts, I already have a lot of things such as commercials, music videos, pictures of Alf and Scott Baio, a section dedicated to Milli Vannili. It's clearly gonna be great.
Later on in the evening I saw Julia, we watched Fight Club. I did all the kissing of her neck and nibbling of ears, but she didn't kiss me or even bite me. So, once again I failed on that. I was looking forward to the biting, it's my favourite. But I won't get into all that right now.
Anyway, in conclusion I failed with Jen and Julia and I hit it off with some random at a Deftones doncert. Meaning that the less somebody knows about me, the more they like me.
Well, I work all weekend, 9-10 hours of work on Easter too, hope I get some holiday pay or something. |
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| lucky numbers |
[Apr. 9th, 2006|06:11 pm] |
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| | Wintersleep - Danse Macabre | ] |
"You crave your lover when the two of you are apart."
Lucky Numbers 7, 27, 38, 44, 9, 20 |
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| I hate women. |
[Apr. 9th, 2006|12:54 am] |
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| | Teenage Head - Tornado | ] |
You guys missed a fucking wicked show last night. We rocked the shit outta the Dungeon. I did 21 hours of the 30 hour famine so my arms were all weak so I couldn't play on so I just dropped my bass and dove into the audience and knocked some kids around, it was hot.
Other memorable happenings lately:
Kevin made 2 like 15 year old girls watch his beer while he went outside for like 20 minutes.
We ran into Alyssa and Sam, Sam had some huge dirty scars on her stomache from getting in a car accident and have her guts cut out. Long story short, she now has 3 millions dollars. (yet is still hanging around the dirty dungeon drunk as fuck)
I spent most of this week with Jen. I don't even know what to think anymore. Whenever I try to push her away she comes back in my life and makes me fall for her again. I think I'm just that guy in her life that she knows feels so much for her and would do anything for her, but she doesn't like me, just likes knowing that I like her and wants to keep that. I was so close to not thinking about women at all, there was a long while that I was basically asexual. Granted, I had my SG account but I see it more as a community to hang out in than anything else. I miss those days, I just never want to need companionship. That would be so nice.
Today I finished up recording for Natalie's album and helped in recording for Eradications. That will be done in due time.
Tomorrow, I got nothing, most likely see Jen again and die a little inside again. I torture myself I know, but it hurts me to not see her and it hurts me when I do. I'm sick of love.
I'm still getting nowhere with writing that song, I started humming some vocal lines but I hate trying to do that before I have words. Which I never write.
Anyway, I dunno what to do, I've been trying to think of shit to write in here for a while now. I have nothing intresting to say. out |
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| Maybe it's all that capuccino?... nah |
[Apr. 4th, 2006|12:30 am] |
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| | Satie - Gymnopodie | ] |
Jealousy, it's creeping up on me again. It's one of the many things in my rotation of uneasy feelings that keep me awake at night.
I try not to think of my love life, it just leads to lots of troubles. But it keeps coming back to piss me off.
I'm doing a presentation on suicide girls for one of my sociology classes. I have tomorrow to get it arranged. Should be interesting.
I wish I was an artist, I wish I could create art, put my feelings into it like they do. I think I'd use a lot of blue. I like blue art for some reason. Fuck it, it's too pretentious for me, and I'm not creative enough.
I wrote a song on piano, but I can't play piano, I just kinda pulled it outta my ass. Sounds good but it's haunting me, I have to finish it, it has so much potential and I'm afraid I'm not embracing it. Everytime I touch it I feel like I ruined it more. This will keep me awake for a while more too.
I often find myself talking to people I know when they're not around, I'll have full conversations with Kevin, or Jen, or some person I see but never talk to. Basically I talk to myself with an imaginary but specific audience of existing people. I don't want to talk to the real people about these things because it's not important enough to waste time with and they probably wouldn't care. I barely care. But when I'm alone, they listen.
I get all semi-deep with what I say when I'm tired and solitary. I'm aware that it's uninteresting and makes little sense. But for some reason I feel the need to say it. Makes me feel like I'm accomplishing something with my time. |
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| She said what I alright knew. |
[Apr. 3rd, 2006|12:48 am] |
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| | Spiral Beach - Philosophy is my cat. | ] |
Like 2 years of being hopelessly in love with her and finally she full out tells me "I don't feel that way, sorry." Even though I knew it, it still hurts a lot to hear it. Even though I always knew I still always had that voice in the back of my head saying "don't worry man, you can win her over." But now I don't even have that. Really kinda empties me out. Now I gotta go to the Taste of Chaos show with her, I don't know what that's going to be like. I won't know what to say to her, I don't have any interesting stories and now I've just lost all my will to try to impress her, I'll be even less interesting to be around because now I'm not even going to try to impress her or anything (as if I was doing that successfully in the first place.)
Anyway, I managed to finish 2 essays this weekend, now I just got a presentation to worry about. It'll most likely be half-assed though.
Eradication show this Friday at The Dungeon. Check it out if you're around. I'll be half dead when I'm on stage because I'm doing the 30 hour famine and I'll have been awake since 6am at that point, so I'll be about halfway through when we play, I'll be pretty weak I think. But I promised Julia that I'd do it with her, it's just unfortunate that it falls on a show day. If I can't make it I'll have to eat but I'll try.
I'm still looking for someone to go with me to the pansexual munch on the 18th. I booked the day off work and everything. |
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| No Rest for the Closing Montana's Dishwashers. |
[Mar. 30th, 2006|11:52 am] |
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| | Durham College | ] |
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| | tired | ] |
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| | Collide - Euphoria | ] |
For some reason I never noticed that there's a mic stand sticking into my display picture.
Anyway.
I got called into Montana's yesterday to cover a closing shift with no help. It was my first time closing and it was hell. First I forgot to turn off the washer when I emptied it, this apprently causes it to basically explode, luckily we stopped it before anything horrible happened. BUT when we got it all put back together one of the pipes decided to burst (this was unrelated to the first problem but just unfortunately happened right after causing me to have like a panic attack and think 'fuck, I'm getting fired'). My manager managed to do a quick fix on it, and by quick I mean it took like an hour and a half while I had to hand wash sauce pans, not cool. I think I repair guy is supposed to be in today, hopefully before my shift tonight. So my shift that was supposed to end at 11:30 last night ended after 2 am. And I'm closing again tonight. Closing after working at the Centre for Music for a few hours. So I have to go to school and go to work at 2 jobs tonight and be up for 6 am tomorrow. I don't know when I'll ever get homework done, I'm working all weekend too. Well, I wanted the money, so I'm gonna have to sacrifice sleep.
Anyway, does anybody want to go to the Durham Pansexual Munch with me? It's April 18th at Chicagos Jazz and Blues Diner on Simcoe in Oshawa. They're raffling door passes to FetPhoto. Which I also hope to go to, but not the one in April, too short notice and I think I'll need that time to work, generally I seem to only work on weekends but this week has been full.
Oh yeah, I have a mohawk again, this hairdresser I went to actually like measured my head to make sure it's centred but apparently my hairline has a weird crooked point so it looks like it's uneven. Ah well, I'm just too vain with my hair sometimes. I dunno why, I should just accept that no matter what I do with it it'll look like ass. |
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| I'm a fat ugly lonely piece of shit. See below. |
[Mar. 28th, 2006|10:42 pm] |
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| | Rammer - Fleshstorm | ] |
A couple of hours ago Jen asked me if I wanted to go to see The Libertine with her, as we were supposed to see together a few times now. She said she was gonna go get dressed and come get me. I got dressed too, prettied myself up for Jen and waited for her to come..... and then I waited some more. Once again she stood me up. How can she make plans with me and stand me up basically within the hour? This is why I don't make plans with her and don't have her on msn anymore, she always hurts me like this. I love her so much and I try not to talk to her so I can forget and finally be happy without anybody but she keeps coming back just to hurt me. I just don't want to need anybody, I havn't had a girlfriend in like 2 years, basically the only friend I see is probably gonna end up moving to Alberta, I just want to not need anybody so I won't have to try to fill in my wasted days being depressed over the fact that I have no one.
I was making some granola and a pot of mushroom soup today and apparently missed a call from Montanas meaning I missed some work. I needed that shift. I mean really needed it.
Schools back and I'm fucked.
Monique saw that I apparently wrote some nasty stuff about her in my blog a while back because I guess her friend saw it and told her. I don't know which one of her retarded friends saw it but clearly whoever it is must be a douchebag.
I've spent my last few days reading through the sheet music from Cannibal! The Musical. I waste my money too much on shit.
I was good for a long while but I'm back to being completely unhappy with life and because of such my insomnia seems to be kicking in a bit. Luckily I managed to fall asleep for about an hour at around 6 today, but that just means I won't sleep much tonight.
I gained back like 5 pounds... that in itself made me wanna kill myself. I can't make it past the 160 mark, every time I get close I fuck it up with some eatting spree. And I was doing good today until my family ordered pizza and it taunted me so much I had to have some. Once again fucking me over. Fuck I hate myself so much, and I fucking hate Jen too, no, I love her, fuck. |
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| the burqa era premonition |
[Mar. 21st, 2006|03:49 pm] |
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| | Janis Joplin - Piece of my heart | ] |
Veils. How long until they are fashionable? Teens running around in Burqa's claiming it is their freedom to hide their identities. There will be an uproar from adults who see it as counterproductive. Magazine covers will feature Bjork in a Burqa promoting her new album and movie that clearly nobody will see, because nobody ever cared about her films in the first place but we all kind of pretended to. Feminists will be split into pro-veil and anti-veil feminists. Pro-veils will say women have the right to go about not having to live up to the stigma of showing off their looks and being judged by their appearance and the veils will help in liberating women and moving them forward using their personalities. The anti-veil feminists will feel that the veils are hiding women and making them even more subservient to men. Pop culture icons will be caught wearing them and will influence the teens and new icons will arise in the burqa era and we will not know who they are until they shed their veils at which the days of the veil will decline.
I havn't worked or had plans in 2 days. This is what I think about. I also have been having another bought of insomnia, takes me about 4 hours to get to sleep now.
I finished my last day of Zellers on Sunday. There was little fanfare. |
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| STEEEERIKE! |
[Mar. 7th, 2006|02:08 pm] |
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| | Bob Marley - Roots, Rock, Reggae | ] |
I just saw a commercial for a new show called "Canada's worst handyman". Whenever I think reality tv shows can't get dumber, they prove me wrong.
So the teachers are on strike. At least I get to sleep in for the next week and get extra time to work on some assignments.
Yesterday I was called into work, it was my first monday off in like 6 months and some bitch called in sick or something so I had to fill in for 6 hours. I work like every night this week because I think I'm going to do some training at Montanas on friday, if not it's my only day off.
Last friday was pretty crazy, Kevin finally came home from work and he burst in the door yelling "Don't worry Jordan I'll save you!" (from his sister and her friends who were being annoying.). Adam was with him too. We decided to go to The Waltzing Weasel for some wings. Which ended up being 6 appetizers. It was the most food I've like ever seen in my life and we managed to polish it off. Afterwards we went back to Kevin and wrote some 'songs' which are more like noisejams with random screaming and nonesense. But the best thing we did was 2 spoof emo songs with Kevin on banjo and lead vox, me on bass and backing vox, and Adam on bongos and background crying. We just cried and sang all girly about girls leaving us, it was funny shit. "everyone have your pink belts?" "Stop crying Adam, you'll mess up your makeup."
On saturday I finished some homework and then decided to head up to the Dungeon. I missed The Heatskores and Caution Inc. and all them play because my bus driver came early and I missed it. But I went anyway later and stuck around for Synthetic Saturday. A few people I know showed up. Devon, Nadine (the bartender that thinks I'm hot therefore I must poke her), Hancock, Lina. I hung around them for a while and listened to the awesome music and later on Kevin showed up. He was kinda frightened by the whole industrial scene so he wanted to leave pretty quick. When we got back to his place we decided to make a reggae duo. I'm actually writing songs for it already, it's pretty badass.
I hope I get to move into Kevins soon. I'm really looking forward to it. I've started planning out my budget and what I'd have to pay for every week or month. Thought about where I'd put everything depending on which room I'm in. I hope I can go there soon.
I went out with Jen on sunday for some sushi. Goddamn she's beautiful.
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| my favourite hardcore porno clip!.... and other things... |
[Mar. 4th, 2006|03:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  okay | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Smiths - Big Mouth Strikes Again | ] |
I found my favourite online hardcore porno clip of all time the other day. It wasn't sexy or anything, nor did I enjoy it for the usual reasons you'd watch porno. But it was so oddly funny I had to save a copy of it. It has some asian girl with a thick accent who clearly knows almost no english and she's getting DV'd. The guy on top is like "you're getting two in the pink baby." and she's like "ohhhh yeahhhh, two in the peenk, two in the peeeeeeeenk." You'd have to see it to know what I mean I think.
Anyway, with that said and done...
On Tuesday I apparently had a pop culture media profile assignment woth 15% of my term due and I only heard about it the day it was due. So I freaked out and the teacher said she'd give me another day. So I'm worrying and thinking about it all through class (which was spent watching Fight Club actually) and when I got up to leave to go home to work on it, she followed me out in the hall and was like "I didn't want to say this in front of the other students but I'll give you until next monday so you can do it well. So apparently it pays to be quiet and near invisible in class, it makes teachers like you or pity you for having no friends or something. Either way. I also have like 5 other big assignments coming up that I havn't started. I anticipate that I will be fucked on at least 2 of them and barely pass and then not get into my most wanted course. Let's see how that goes.
I had an interview at Montanas yesterday to be a dishwasher as 2 dishwashers left in the left couple weeks. I walked in there, waited a bit for the dude to come interview me, he eventually came and we sat down near the bar. He looked at my resume and this is how it went from there:
"So I see you're really into music."
"Yup, I came right here after teaching some lessons."
"What kind of rock bands do you like?"
"oh, I hate that question because I like everything."
"Do you like Tool?"
"Yeah, one of my favourites actually."
"Great, you're hired."
So I'm thinking that I got a job mostly because of the fact that I'm a Tool fan.
We spent the rest of the time talking about Tool and their upcoming album and tour. Which by the way may include the re-united Smashing Pumpkins and even Alice In Chains!
I told him that I knew Kevin there and that I played in a band with Adam who's a line cook. When I said that he ran into the back and I hear him go "Adam and Kevin!" Then he came back and was like "When can you start?" I later found out that he ran to the back, flashed my resume and asked Adam and Kevin if I should be hired. Of course they said yes.
So, once again I have to quit Zellers. It seems I am doing that once a month now. But now it's for sure since I will be working 30-40 hours a week at Montanas. That's what I'm looking for, I have no social life so I might as well work and earn plenty of money to buy myself some kickass tattoos. Only problem will be getting home all the time, it'll cost a lot of money in cabs if I work after the buses stop running. But maybe Kevin will finally let me move in with him *HINT HINT NUDGE NUDGE KEVIN!* in which case getting to work and school will be a hell of a lot easier.
Anywho, I'm at Kevin's now working on my assignment/wasting time because I don't feel like going home/ waiting for him to get outta work so we can do whatever. His sister and her friends are listening to loud gay music, as usual.
I have no pictures today. Weird. OUT |
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| Reading Week = boring. |
[Feb. 26th, 2006|04:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | lonely | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dream Theater - Peruvian Skies | ] |
What to say about reading week... well, I didn't get to see Carolyn which was gonna be the high point of the week, it's always nice seeing her. But she had an operation to go to and some meetings with U of T professors. I GUESS I'll accept that as an excuse. But the operation went well and apparently U of T is jumping all over her, which they rightfully should be, she's too smart for her own good.
I saw Jen and finally gave her her Christmas gifts. WHich at this point became christmas/birthday/valentines day gifts. She gave me a hug and let sent me a text message saying that I'm too awesome and that it was the best gifts she got. Having her want to hug me and calling me awesome was the best I got I think.
I worked monday and tuesday, I was hoping to work more because I need more money. I'm still only getting a moderate ammount of hours at work.
On wednesday I went to band practice so I cancelled going with my dad, which sucks cuz they all went to The Keg for dinner while I got stuck in a room with Moleman. After that Kevin, Moleman, and myself went to Johannas and shot the shit for a while. Then Jo and I made some tomato sandwiches.
Oh, I fainted for the first time ever on Tuesday. Still don't know why, it was rather sudden. I kinda woke up in the middle of the doorway in my moms room. It was pretty cool though.
Thursday I went to work at CMSD and afterwards went to Catch 22. Seann was there with Nick. Seann was playing a set with Poor Pelly and the Kent Boys while he was in town. They opened for The Sadies. They had a whole bunch of people sitting in with them playing this show. Some mandolin player and washboard player from some semi-famous all-roots band from Peterborough and Seann. The washboard player was awesome, he was this short guy and he wore the washboard around his neck and had gloves on with thimbles attached to the fingers. He just stood there rubbing his fingers over the washboard. It looked like he was really itchy and scratching himself in the chest a lot.
Seann:
After they played we hung out for a while and watched the Olympics, and had a lot of laughs doing so. We couldn't hear the tv so we kept dubbing in what we thought they were saying. Then some snowboarding bitch hit a fence and another one fell off the hill. Good times. We also made this guy out of paper and a straw:
When we left Catch 22 we were walking to Tim Hortons and some guy called Seann into The Atria because the dude from Velvet Elvis was there playing, I forget his name.. Bensley or something.. I dunno. So they played an improvised song for about 15 minutes and then we were off again. Finally got to Tim Hortons.
Friday I again saw Seann play with Poor Pelly, this time it was at The Velvet Elvis.
If you havn't heard of Poor Pelly and the Kent Boys, you're missing out, they're rediculous. They're a bunch of weird hillbillies playing country rock. The bass player/back-up singer has some badass mutton chops and looks like he should be driving a tractor, he plays a standup bass made out of a washtub, a large stick and a string. The drummer has a bass drum made out of a suitcase that has a mic jack built into it. Not to mention that Pelly grew a rediculous looking moustache. So with all that, add in that they're singing funny country rock songs. Hilarity ensues.
Anyway, Seann played with them for a while then we hung out upstairs for the rest of the night. I don't do good with gatherings though, I like 1 maybe 2 people at a time, I get lonely in crowds and it messes with my head. So I wasn't in a good mood since a lot of people showed up. This is another reason I don't make friends easily. Plus I was about to fall asleep because I took a lot of drowsy headache medicine before leaving home.
Saturday I went to my dads and had a nice huge meal, it's the most I ate in a long time but it was great, it was pretty healthy too, my dad makes great healthy food. He made a bunch of steaks, some pork tenderloin, chicken, potatoes, mashed yams, and salad. My dad, step mom, step grandparents, aunt and uncle, and brother were there. It wasn't too bad. I was still feeling kinda shitty and I was thinking about Jen a lot, yet again, so I didn't talk much, but I don't talk much (in person) anyway. At least not lately.
Today I worked and that's about all I'll do. Tomorrow school resumes again, I don't want it to.
Tony confirmed with me that he has a budget for me in the movie soundtrack he's doing. So I'll be getting 250 bucks per day for recording and I'll be featured in a feature film soundtrack, one that is going to be in Sundance too. Hopefully it's good enough to be able to buy on video afterwards so I can hear myself on it.
Eradication News: We got interviewed for the Durham College Chronicle about the Rammer show we played, the article will be in the paper sometime in early March. Also we're going to be heading into the studio within the next couple of weeks to record an album. We're also talking to people about getting a spot in the Barrie Hempstock festival and some shows in Detroit in the middle of this year.
I have no life, OUT. |
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