Why does my family have to be so fucking poor?

So my computer is being fixed on Monday, and it may need to be completely wiped. I am quite upset, and I'm frantically trying to email all of my pictures to myself. My personal pictures, meaning the ones that I took. As for the other couple thousand or however many that I have saved, well, let's just say that I have a new PhotoBucket account and I am uploading them as fast as I can, or fifteen or eighteen at a time. The going is rather slow at the moment. I am not going to be able to save my six gigs of music, however, and I really wish that I had my new mp3 player right now, because I am going to have to rip all of my cd's again, and redownload everything. As of right now, I have one hundred and thirteen hours worth of music on my computer, by two hundred and thirty-two artists. I have copied all of their names into my journal.

If I had a ten gig mp3 player I could save all of it. But I don't. I have a two hundred and fifty-six megabyte piece of shit that doesn't work.

*Cry of despair*

(Grrr, go back.)

Hello.

It's Friday.

I finished my journal today. I was hoping to make it last until the end of the semester, i.e. next Friday, but it didn't happen. In block five I started my seventeenth journal, at this moment entitled, "And out of freaking nowhere, it's David Hasselhoff." Other titles include "Reality Bites," "I fought the war. I fought the war, but the war won," and "I wish I was where I was before when I was wishing I was here." There will be more eventually when I get around to making some. Speaking of the number seventeen, remember this? And this?

Katie and I had some entertainment in science when Lawrence and Eric gave Ryan Chan seventy cents to lick old table salt off Lawrence's desk. Katie and I discussed what would happen if the salt was not actually salt, but table sodium. That would have made everything a lot more exciting.

I am currently eating a bean salad and listening to Weezer, because Weezer is cool. I was feeling productive on my way home from school, so I did half of my socials homework on the bus. I sat behind two women who went to the same high school, Thomas Haney, and who hadn't seen each other for a couple years and had by chance, bumped into each other on the beloved 701.

I actually feel like doing homework for once. I might go finish my socials homework later. Right now I am comforting a friend of mine who had an anxiety attack last night.

On a completely different note, I found this article interesting. It's sort of a nice follow up of the election, because we all want to hear more about the election.

I am out of words. Goodbye.

I'm white, what's your excuse?

Finished my planning project. What a waste of time.

Now that that's over, here are some ideas from today that you can contemplate:

I am losing my cloud? ...dad? ...mind?...ginger? ...religion? ...chinger?

How can you be physically insane?

Electrojuice is actually spelled Electroguise.

The right-handed rule is fucked up.

It is bad to stick a knife in a toaster when the toaster is plugged in.

I'm white, what's your excuse?

Krahn is scary.

Katie wouldn't stop singing,
so I hit her with a girly magazine.
Girly as in nailpolish girly.
Get your mind out of the gutter.
Nobody ever cleans the gutter
so it's always very dirty down there.

Did I say that right?

Writing "fuck" in various fonts, multiple times on a cue card is a great anger-reliever.

Planning is useless.

It's because I'm left-handed, isn't it?

It is unwise put radios in swimming pools and/or mow over power cords.

It is also unwise to be violently ill, go home, and eat cookie dough all day.

However, it IS wise to do your socials homework, which I should now go do because I forgot about it before now.

Have fun contemplating.

Edit: Katie wanted me to add, "If you are attempting to extract a rat from a long metal pole, make sure you aren't waving it around powerlines in the process. The pole, not the rat. Well, I wouldn't be doing it with the rat either."

*Hand Gestures* The watertable, which is supposed to be there, sort of...*Hand Gestures*

^^Guess who said that.

I have been working on my planning project, also bought shampoo and Starbucks on my way home. Erin is listening to Donovan. I drew a picture today, called "A Sea of Words." I'll take a picture of it someday and post it, but right now it's glued into my journal.

I'm going to bed.

Carry on, Carry over, Kareoke, Cary Grant?

Today was okay, dance was tiring and I fucked up my socials presentation. Don't remember anything else about my day.

I think that's it.

The day the music died...

I'm ripping most of the music from Erin's CD case onto my computer right now. I feel sad about my mp3 player because it is completely dead. I told you that it wasn't the battery.

As for the election, the conservatives are going to win, but at least it won't be a majority. The NDP has most likely won in my riding, which is nice. As of right now, they have thirty-one seats, which is very good for the NDP.

I have nothing else to say. I'm not in a very good mood right now. Goodnight.

Ahhh, the stress.

So today I checked out that studio warehouse sale in Burnaby. We obviously came at a good time, everyone was probably doing their church-thing, so most of the lineups weren't too bad. I went for the clothing. I was hoping for some nice blazers, but I didn't see any. I did get some other stuff:

Seven ties, all from the "Loud and Garish" rack:

Two scarves:

A skirt, perfect for wearing over top of jeans:

Seven assorted belts:

What I like to call "My little black number". I'm going to alter it a bit:

Afterwards I went over to Katie's house, and Katie, Krisha, Megan, SUS, and I ate food and talked. Later I was picked up by my dad and immediately had to eat dinner, which really kind of sucked, as I was already full from all the crap I ate at Katie's house.

I have basically been doing homework ever since I got home. I have to finish that socials thingy by tomorrow and I haven't done quite enough on my planning projuect this weekend. Goodnight.

That’s an unencouraging sign,/ the fish store/ is closed.

I have a headache. There's a big lump on my head from yesterday morning. This morning I woke up and my back hurt, but now it doesn't hurt as much as it did. My cat has been permanently banned from the house. I feel bad. There is a get-together tomorrow at Katie's house. She wrote a poem on Thursday:

Humpty Dumpty pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and...fell off the wall.
I'm sorry. So sorry.

Later Megan drew a picture of Emo Jewish Gatsby. I threw soap bubbles at my sister. My dad smacked the countertop just to see me blink. I put soap bubbles on his ear. James's email address is on that math contest scantron and I haven't added him yet. I have to do my socials homework. Must. Do. Socials. Did I mention that this was my three hundredth post? I want a cookie. Give me a cookie! I don't want a cookie, who said I wanted a cookie? I'm making shifty eyes at my sister's cat. Oh look, it's me...



I wish I had a goat, I hate everyone, I hate everything, say sandwich, don't look at it!, do you like burritos?, pasta in a cup, I stole a salt shaker and filled it with sugar, I have an itch, I can fit that bush in my shirt, Thursday?, Mexico head, Tuesday, creepy elevator guy, I opened the diet coke can after I saw her shake it, this should be illegal, you're touching me!, don't touch me!, it's not an assembly until I take off my shoe, it's cold in here, I have a ketchup collection in my car, I like beans, I want to kick everyone!, I want to wound your flesh, I am an albino ninja, I am a vampire, being a vampire is like having a permanent hangover, that's not mine, mine!, give me that!, everything is stupid, why do my feet smell so badly?, ?hypocrite! Ok, I think that's it. Have a nice day.

You look like an idiot. I'm going to take a picture of you.

David Usher fest - same CD on Repeat. Yay.

So Katie, is the party thing going on then? I want to bring food or music or something. Or go over to your house early and make pavlova (I'm winking right now. See me winking?).

I was bored when I finally got home, so I was looking at vintage dresses on EBay. I saw so many that I really want. There are some that are even better than the two-dollar dress from the Sally-Ann, which reminds me, I need a picture of me wearing it. You never know.

And speaking of pictures, I have more from my childhood that I want you all to see, because we can never have too many pictures of back-in-the-day when I was still cute. There are also a couple pictures of my parents' "first baby" Keifer. Kees was a big dumb golden retriever that we had to give away when we moved to the park. Anyways, the moral of this paragraph is that I have polaroids and you are going to look at them. I will eventually get Erin to take pictures of them so that I can post them up here, for the very few of you that I don't know personally.

I think that's all for tonight. If I come to school tomorrow dressed all boring-like, it's because I have run out of layering combinations.

I need a shower. Goodnight.

So you don't get in another huge arguement with Maxwell, causing me to lose whatever sanity I have left...

Megan, here are the sites for the Marxist-Leninist Party of Canada and the Communist Party of Canada. The Communist Party even has a Youth Branch.

Just in case you were wondering.

Ride the Devil.

Dance was okay today, got more than one long lecture about practicing and competitions. I hate Sunday practices. I'm not going if the only one who wants us to practice is Jo-Anne.

Other than that, I didn't do much today. My left shoulder and forearm have been really hurting since block three and dance wasn't helping. In block five I had nothing to do because we were supposed to be working on our environment projects and I had already done everything I could with my textbook yesterday at the Starbucks near my house, so I hung out with Justin and Jay and reminisced about English and Science last year.

Missed half of the Rick Mercer Report, and House was a rerun.

Today was too mediocre. I can't wait until this semester is over.

Ouch.

I hate Mondays.

Did today seem unusually long today?

Ewwwww, Harper might have a majority, the bastard.

Erin voted today in the advanced polls.

Today wasn't that interesting, didn't do anything in advisory. Or the other classes, whetever they are, I can't remember. I'm too pissed off about planning. Also, people keep on sending me that petition link, when I signed it already. A long time ago.

*Subliminal Messaging*

*/Subliminal Messaging*

Raj Binder is a self-proclaimed Hot, Sexy Stud.

Okay, here's a few more before I go to bed:

Stephen Harper owns a warm parka.

Last fall a US submarine broke through an ice flow.

A Canadian ice flow.

In Canada.

Where was Stephen Harper that day.

He's not saying.

We're not making this up.

Choose your Canada.

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Stephen Harper shaves everyday.

Otherwise he’d grow a moustache.

A moustache just like Hitler’s.

George W. Bush shaves too.

Do you want a prime minister with a hidden fascist moustache?

Choose your Canada.

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Stephen Harper pees in the snow.

Canadian snow.

Keep it pure.

Choose your Canada.

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The leader of the Conservative Party of Canada is named "Stephen".
As in "St Stephen".
The name of a saint.
A Christian saint.
Christian like Adolf Hitler.
Does Stephen Harper have a hidden agenda to turn Canada into a Christian theocracy?
We don't know.
He isn't saying.
Choose your Canada.

Written by Damian

Oh Erin, you're so clueless.

Stephen Harper has a dog.

You know who else had a dog?

Adolf Hitler.

We're not making this up.

Choose your Canada.

Done. Done like a pavlova that has been left in the oven on high for a little too long.

8, 8, 8

The number 8 is great.

8, 8, 8

8 I do not hate.

Here's some mathematical stigmata for you:



That has got to be one of the best math classes that we have ever had. Whats-his-name is the best math TOC so far this year.

*Claps eight times*

Aurororororororor.

Okay, I know that I'm talking about clothing again, but I really liked my outfit today. I'm feeling all creative this week. Here it is:


I also wore my dinosaur belt and chicken earrings, but not the necklace. The tiescarf would have gotten in the way.

I taught Megan how to tie a tie today, then three or four blocks later we went for a run in the rain. Most of today wasn't particularly exciting, except for that whole choir thing, but really, it's not exciting either, so why am I still talking about it?

On another note, Mao is home from Japan. This means that I don't have to suffer through another humiliating dance class without her. And writing notes in science is fun.

I am going to go have a shower now. Ciao.

Remember Dave? Yeah, he's still a pornstar...

I have to say, I really liked my outfit today. Here is a picture of it:



And here's a close-up of my new touque:



The outfit definitely looked better when I was actually wearing it, but I didn't want to get changed again and I didn't feel like describing it because I know that nobody cares as much as I do.

We were having fun in block two today, Beckie, Billie and I, with the help of Katie. Here is our 'See no evil, Hear no evil, Speak no evil' picture:



And this is us trying to be Asian:



Notice how "gangsta-ish" I look.

More tomorrow. Maybe even the picture of the pad. I'm going to bed.

Gatsby says: "Shut up, Abby."

"Because really, what is a watermelon without the water?"

"Ummm... A melon?"

This totally made my day. It's probably the dumbest thing that I have ever heard you say, Megan.




Okay, I'm not going to be on much in the next couple weeks I think. Meanwhile, I'm watching the Rick Mercer Report and it's taking up ninety-five percent of my attention. It's not like I've done anything interesting in the past few days anyways. On my way home from dance today I bought a hat. It's fuzzy.

I'll try to update later or in the next few days, maybe at school.

Ciao.

...

I had a really shitty day yesterday and I don't want to talk about it.

Today was okay. I'm starting to review for my exams.

That's all.

A glove falls down on the ground in absolute silence.

We took down our Christmas tree today and photographed all of our ornaments, which toook quite a while. We also went on a bit of a shopping trip, but nothing exciting happened.

I have school tomorrow, choir also, or I would write more.

Goodnight.

I like Irish movies.

We are now cataloguing all of our Christmas ornaments. This should take a while.

Goodbye.

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