324.

Rational Architect

You are introspective, pragmatic, informative, and attentive. The scientific systemization of all knowledge, or Architectonics, is highly developed in people like you, who are intensely curious and see the world as something to be understood. Your primary interest is to determine how things are structured, built, or configured. You are a designer of theoretical systems and new technologies. Rearranging the environment to fit your design is a distant goal for you.

You are logically and verbally precise. In casual conversations, you may be tempted to point out errors the other speaker makes, with the simple goal of maintaining clarity within the exchange. In serious discussions, your ability to detect distinctions, inconsistencies, contradictions, and frame arguments gives you an enormous advantage. In debates, you can sometimes be devastating, or alienate yourself from the group with overly logical arguments.

You often seem difficult to get to know. You are inclined to be shy except with close friends, and your reserve is difficult to penetrate. Able to concentrate better than any other type, you prefer to work quietly at your computer or drafting table, and often alone. You also become obsessed with analysis, and this can seem to shut others out. Once caught up in a thought process, you close off and persevere until you comprehend the issue in all its complexity. You prize intelligence, and with your grand desire to grasp the structure of the universe, you can seem arrogant and may show impatience with others who have less ability, or who are less driven.

Famous Architects include Albert Einstein, David Keirsey, Charles Darwin, and Thomas Jefferson.

323. Go, Get Her Bread!

322. Man Eating Chicken

321. The Many Faces of Octopi

320. Untitled, Unfinished

Ten thousand tiny hammers thundered down onto his head, soaking him. The short-ish black hairs atop his head fused together and were weighed down by the frigid water tumbling down his face in rivulets. Each time his water-logged sneakers thwacked against the darkened pavement, beads of water shook themselves free of his body and made their way in suicidal fashion onto the ground. The unsuccessful ones mearly landed on his shoulders or the black pants covering his scissoring legs. Hands in pockets and arms drawn close, he continued down the dismal street, feeling himself become heavier and heavier and emptier and emptier each time he felt a car's headlights wash over him, bathing him in an imagined warmth similar to phantom pain. Despite the adamant prostests of his wristwatch which screams, "Minutes, minutes, minutes!" He knows that he has been walking for days and the reason he isn't already at his destination is simply because the ground beneath his gradually numbing toes is being pushed along behind him and dragged forward simultaneously like a long rug covering a slick floor. Any minute now he's just going to step off the edge.

His body feels bloated and sticky as his clothing grasps his skin, but he doesn't dare take his hands out of his pockets as he knows it isn't worth exposing his hands to such wretched weather in an attempt to adjust something that will mearly slide back into an uncomfortable position moments later.

Water snakes down his face, narrowly avoiding his eyes -- thanks to the thick eyebrows above them -- and puddles beneath his nose. Unintentionally, he inhales sharply, begins to choke on the rain he just snorted into his throat and decides that breathing through his mouth would be the most efficient way to avoid his untimely death in such an ignominious fashion. Even though hypothermia isn't as embarrassing a death as choking on rain water, he decides he'd prefer to not die at the hands of that either and quickens his pace, his feet squelching and sloshing through the puddles beneath him. By the time he sees the deceptively welcoming light wafting from his living room window and has the chance to question whether or not he had left the stove on, he no longer has any feeling in his toes, feet, ankles, or shins. If he wasn't constantly sniffling between heavy, bubbling breaths, he probably wouldn't even remember that he had a nose as he couldn't feel it either. Nor his ears, for that matter.

Left, right, left he carefully raised and lowered bloodless stumps in order to reach the top of the stairs to his unlocked front door. After entering, shaking, and removing his hooded sweater and cotton t-shirt, he sat down on a wooden chair to begin the task of freeing his toes from their sopping tombs. He unceremoniously dropped the shoes to the floor with a squishy thud and allowed his deadened feet to follow in suit, the toes being crushed beneath them haphazardly. After sitting for only a moment, he unbuttoned and unzipped his clinging pants and stood to remove him.

Although he believed his feet to be placed firmly and properly against the linoleum floor, the reality was quite different. As he pushed himself up from the chair, a feu de joie of ten cracking toes battered his ear drums as he fell forward, bashing his open mouth on the large coffee table in front of him. An anguished cry tore its way out of his mouth, but was muffled by cold hands. He remained stunned on the floor for a moment and swiped at the bright red that lipsticked his mouth and blossomed across his teeth; the metallic taste only adding to the nausea he felt upon hearing his cracking bones. Biting his bottom lip through the blood, he inhaled deeply and looked down at his still numb feet. Aside from some slight bruising and his little toe resting at an unusual angle, it was assumed that there would be no lasting damage. At this revalation, his nerves were steadied and strength returned to the rest of his body.

319.

Post 313 has just been expanded and become a reality! Global domination will follow! The project is currently super secret, but stay tuned! Excitement will follow!

318.

Fuck. Writer's block. I know what I want to say, but I can't think of how to expand on it. It's one of those things that can be answered so bluntly it seems almost condescending and redundant to give examples or to try to turn it into an essay.

1. Compare and contrast two of the stream of feminist though presented in this unit. Which of the feminisms do you find most compelling? Why?

2. Are women really lower in status and power than men, or sis their status and power merely different? Support your answer with examples.

3. One of the criticisms of feminism is that it is insensitive to cultural differences, and seeks to impose upon non-Western cultures a Western concept of gender equality. Is this a valid criticism? Why, or why not?

I plan on doing number three. One is really easy so most people will being doing that one and Richelle will be tired of it by the time she reads mine and it may unintentionally effect my mark. Two is way too involved. I'll never finish it because I'll try to make it too elaborate. The thing with number three is simply that feminism is a Western concept so the very idea of bringing that kind of movement into a non-Western country is already imposing a Westernized concept of gender equality. There's no argument against it.

317.

Need to focus on task at hand. Task at hand = WST 100 essay that was due last Thursday. Must finish and e-mail to Robot Teacher before class at 2:30!

316. Parenticide Please

Is it a bad thing that I completely understand parenticide? I mean, honestly, if there was anyone that I would actually kill, it would most likely be my own mother. People always go on these little tangents about how you should be thankful that you parent took care of you and clothed you and fed you. Well, you know what? I didn't fucking choose for her to get knocked up. That had nothing to do with me. As for taking care of me: that's her fucking job. I'm not thankful and bursting with gratitude for a pizza delivery man that shows up with a warm pizza. Why should I be? He's getting paid to do it. He CHOSE to apply for that job. If you don't like it, don't fucking choose to do it.

Now, obviously I don't feel this way for no reason. I have plenty of them. Most recently it involves her going into my room, rummaging through my personal belongings and throwing things out. Not to mention the fact that she doesn't listen to anything I say and I have to constantly repeat myself. She intentionally walks into the room I'm in and brings up something that she knows will upset me. No matter how calm I am, she still ends up, literally, four inches away from my face, screaming at me. Despite how many times she goads me, pushes me, hits me, slams my head into things, scratches me, spits on me or calls me names (ex. ditch pig, whore, etc.) I never hit her back. The worst I've ever done was hold a pocket knife out in self-defense as yanked me by my hair down the street after repeatedly pounding on my back. Why did she do this? Because I was twenty minutes late getting home from a friend's house across the street. Why was I late? Well, you see, I had spilled something on my pants and my friend's mom offered to wash them for me and I wore my friend's pants while that was happening. I phoned my mom a few minutes after I was supposed to be home and, before I could get halfway through explaining, she started yelling and then hung up. She came over and pounded on the door while I was tying up my shoes and I obviously couldn't just jump up and answer the door so I was like "Hey, ______, can you tell her to wait a minute?" Of course ______ had heard my mom over the phone and, being the very sheltered and timid kid she was at the time, just stared at me like I had two heads. I quickly finished tying my shoes and came to the door where the back pounding took place, followed by pulling me along by my hair.

Of course, this isn't the only example. Far from it, in fact. Whether I'm getting my head slammed into the arm of a metal bench or doorknob, having her spit in my face, or having her flip a coffee table at me, I never hit her back, but apparently I'm the abusive one and it's always my fault. She's stressed out? It's my fault. My dad isn't paying child support? My fault. Marcus is getting in trouble at school again? My fault. She's bored? My fault. She's disappointed with her boyfriend? My fault. Mat is moving into his friend's house? My fault (because I don't eat meat!). The list is endless. Honestly, it is.

Now, the real bitch of this situation? No matter what she does to me, I always take her back. I still listen to her complain for HOURS and calmly give her advice on how to deal with situations involving her other two kids, money, her boyfriend, personal growth, stress, etc. (which she never actually follows and then wonders why nothing changes), I take her out to Starbucks and buy her coffee when she's upset, I take her for lunch, I convince her that she's doing a good job even though I'm her permanent scapegoat for every possible situation. I bathe her in undeserved sympathy. When I get sick or when I ruptured a disc in my spine or when I was stressed about having to perform a balancing act with school, two bands, and musical theater, I brought it on myself. It was my own fault. By the way, get a job and move out.

315.

Guh, I feel so stagnant.

I need something to do.

314.

Today

[10:18] Shaun
hey areyou online

[10:18] Sarah
Yes.
Yes, I am.

[10:18] Shaun
doyou sitll need a ride

[10:18] Sarah
Haha, no, I'm here now.
I assumed it was a "no" 'cause you signed off.
So I caught the bus.

[10:19] Shaun
hah no you never you never asked, and i was baked and buzzed and in serious neecd of bed
kk i was just checking, im going to head up there now
ttyl

[10:20] Sarah
Haha, okay.

[10:20] Shaun
actually what did we have to do for the class today

[10:20] Sarah
I have no idea.

[10:21] Shaun
ggood to know

[10:21] Sarah
Haha, sorry.

[10:21] Shaun
hah its ok

[10:22] Sarah
Katherine says that she wants you.

[10:22] Shaun
what

[10:22] Sarah
To come to school, that is.
Since you're paying for it.

[10:22] Shaun
i know

[10:22] Sarah
She also says that she has no one to smoke with.

[10:24] Shaun
good job now my gf thnks im cheating on her

[10:24] Sarah
D:
No!
I hope you're not serious.

[10:31] Shaun
stay away from my boyfriend

[10:32] Sarah
Haha, what?

[10:32] Shaun
yah i;d act confused too

[10:32] Sarah
Haha, trust me, I'm not interested.
He's not my type and he's already with you anyway.

[10:33] Shaun
hah
yah
he is with me

[10:33] Sarah
Haha, yes, I know. That's why I said that.

313.

I am sitting at a table. Katherine is eating food of sorts. It appears to be something eggy, placed between the ends of an English muffin. She appears to be enjoying it. One day, she'll get fed up with me, and punch me square in the nose. It should be noted that I'm reading everything I write aloud at the moment, hence the punching face comment. I am too awesome for words. Yee.

Haha, in all seriousness though, I have an idea. I think I would like to start a website. A website for the Vancouver Island Punk/Metal scene. Like, list all the bands from the island and where they're playing and have all the show listings and stuff. Oh, but wait! I'm not quite done yet! It'd also be really awesome to have a kind of Craig's List section of sorts. People looking for/selling things. It's really convenient because it can be hard to find clothes and things that don't suck these days and people are always looking for ways to get rid of things and make money at the same time. It would also be a good way to keep non-Facebook users up to date with shows. Or even to keep Facebook users up to date without having to worry about all sorts of event notifications and random invites to shows in cities hours away. Hmm, I think I will do this...

312.

Back at NIC again. Very little to do. I am occupying my time by talking to Steve about the addition he's building. Aww, now I miss Rampage.

311.

Iteration Nine

310.

Iteration Eight

309.

Iteration Seven

308.

Dragon Curve Fractal round six!

307.

Went to Sharelle's surprise birthday party the other night. It was pretty lovely. Most people ended up going to Holly's house because they wanted to be loud and Beth's mom didn't want any noise complaints. Oh, not Holly Kruse, by the way. It ended with Beth, Brent, me and Jesse watching Teeth and then going to bed to ...sleep. :3

I am currently trying to understand the workings of Dragon Curve fractals. It's not going very well. Here's what I have accomplished so far:

306.

I have the first fifty episodes of Animaniacs. Oh man, am I ever excited! It's easily one of the best cartoons in the history of the world.

Also, I have re-discovered Joy Division. Mmm!

In addition to that, I need to think of a tattoo idea. I think I'm going to ask for my mom to pay for one for my nineteenth birthday and I need to get an idea of what I want so I'll be prepared. It's only four months and ten days away!

305.

So, it turns out unlocking a car door for someone is much more important than I realized.

Also, panic attacks suck.

See also: GAD

304.

Shit. I think I may have fucked up my spine again. My leg's kind if sore. I'm hoping that the pain is just because of the cold or something like that. It's not really that bad or anything, but I'm worried nonetheless. I really really really don't want to have to spend another two weeks on Percocet and morphine. Fuck fuck fuck. I really just want to just go home and sleep. I'll probably phone home in a little bit to see if mom will pick me up. I really hope so.

303.

I'm having a Girl's Night! Whoo!

List of Truth Questions:

What is your guilty pleasure Disney movie?
What’s the longest you’ve gone without taking a bath?
If anyone in the room could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have do?
What do you do to let someone know that you’re interested in them?
Have you ever been arrested?
If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you do?
What is one unusual fear you have?
If you had to listen to only three songs for the rest of your life, what would they be?
Have you ever gone an entire day in public without wearing underwear?
What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?
What’s the worst thing about being your gender?
What’s your favourite thing about the opposite sex?
Who was your first crush?
If you woke up one day and found that you had become invisible, what is the first thing you’d do?
When was the first time you fell in love?
Tell us about your secret fantasy.
Do you still sleep with a stuffed animal?
What’s the lowest grade you’ve received in school and for what class?
Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? Who?
Have you ever followed someone into a washroom with the intention of kissing them?
Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?
When you were a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
If you could vacation anywhere in the world, where would you go?
What was the funniest cooking experience you’ve ever had?
Have you ever cheated on a test?
Have you ever flashed someone?
Have you ever thought something sexual about someone in this room?
If you could have any superpower, what would it be?
Have you ever masturbated? How often and to what?
Do you ever watch porn?

302.

I took the test. It wasn't too bad. I didn't really study for it or anything and I had only read two of the five textbook chapters that it was based on and still managed to get 23/30. I mean, obviously I'm not pleased with the mark, but considering the circumstances, it's alright. Also, there's one question that I think he may have marked wrong so I'm going to go talk about it with him on Tuesday. The thing that bothers me the most though is that there are a couple questions that I had answered and then gone back and changed when they had been right the first time around. On the other hand, there were one or two that I changed which would have been wrong if I hadn't, so clearly my "gut instinct" may or may not be trusted.

301.

Make-up quiz for ANT 150 today after class. /nervous!

300.

Well, it turns out that he wasn't feeling well so he decided to have a nap. Nice of him to tell me. :\

299.

Well, I was kind of talking to Jesse a little while ago and he said "brb". That was three hours ago. I can't stay up much later because I have to get up early to go to school tomorrow. He probably fell asleep. I think he secretly hates me. :(

PS If he fell asleep, he's going to wake up late tonight and stay up until all hours of the morning and then end up sleeping all day and waking up once I'm in class and can't talk to him. Then, he's going to end up going to karate as soon as I get home and then he's going to be there most of the night, then head home. Unfortunately, I have Leslie's party to go to tomorrow night so when he gets back, I won't be online. Also, he'll probably end up at Steve's again anyway. Fuck. :(

298.

I don't think I could ever get tired of Hybrid Moments by Misfits. Honestly, I'm in love with that song. Same with Angelfuck and Last Caress. I like Hybrid Moments the best though. It reminds me Jesse. I'm very excited about the show on Quadra. It should be wonderful. Jesse plans to get "really really sauced". I'm not sure how I feel about that. I mean, sometimes I like when he's drunk because he'll tell me more and he's more affectionate and stuff, but, well, I don't know. I think it's just that by Friday I won't have seen him in about two weeks and I'll only have that night to see him and even then I'm going to have to share him with everyone else and after everyone else is sleeping is the only time we'll get alone and I'm worried that if he really gets that drunk he'll just pass out and that'll be it. I hope that doesn't happen.

297.

I just discovered that Gorguts is from Quebec. I didn't know that. Also, Cryptopsy and Quo Vadis are from Montreal. All the more reason to go there!

Also, Dystopia. Holy tits. Fucking amazing. I can't believe it took me so long to listen to them.

296.

NIC morning again. Not liking it. Want to sleep. Fuck Awesomes this weekend. Liking it. Still want to sleep.

I hope Jesse doesn't push me off the couch this weekend like the other time. I hate sleeping on the floor without a blanket and by myself.

Guh, I need something to do this morning. Some kind of an internet hobby or something. I wish Jesse was online. He won't be for a while though. He stayed at Steve's last night to practice and drink. He'll be asleep for a while. Haha, I should join Neopets again. I'm kidding. That would probably suck. I could always just play some FFR, but I'm worried someone may see my screen and realize how much I suck. On the other hand, it's not like I actually care about them anyway. Hmm, well, I might as well give it a try for a bit. Waste some time and such. Mind you, I do have a test in Philosophy today on the first two chapters of the text book. Maybe I should study... nah.

295.

Sarah says:

*Haha! My teacher's response:

"Received.

Thank you

R"

*She's like a robot.

(*)Jesse says:

*haha!

Sarah says:

*R is for robot.

(*)Jesse says:

*R is for ROBOT TEACHER

Sarah says:

*:-O

*WHAT!

(*)Jesse says:

*HAHA

*UH!!!!

*I seriously think people can read minds

*or at least some of them

*or maybe all of them can and some just project harder

*or a combination of both

*one time, the person sitting next to me started drawing something that looked like what I was planning on drawing

*same colour scheme and kinds of shapes

*and you and I, we seem to do it very intensely

Sarah says:

*Yes. Yes, we do

(*)Jesse says:

*"I don't like beowulf" *you're holding beowulf*

Sarah says:

*Hahaha

(*)Jesse says:

*and that book we both went for

Sarah says:

*Yeah, I was just thinking about that.

(*)Jesse says:

*it seems extra strong around books

*not surprised!

Sarah says:

*Haha, that's so weird.

*In a good way.

(*)Jesse says:

*<3!

He and I both said the "R is for" thing at the EXACT same time. :)

294.

I'm allowed to make up the quiz I missed in Cultural Anthropology last Thursday! I'm very happy about this. I'm especially happy that I don't have to make it up today since I still haven't read or studied a few of the chapters in the text book. So, I'm supposed to go to Jim's office at quarter to two this Thursday. Haha, that sounds kind of bad. But yeah, I just need to figure out how exactly to get there. How to navigate, I mean. I'm not sure where exactly it is. I think it's either 202 or 220 B in the Discovery building. Meh, I'll figure it out.

293.

Aww, man. I'm so glad I took in the sleeves on my hoodie, added the backpatch, and changed my skirt. It feels much better.

Hmm. The people at the table to my upper right just looked at me collectively and started talking. I hate when that happens. I'm sure it's not always a bad thing, but I just really don't like not being able to hear what people are saying. I'm sure that's a good thing though. I know I don't always want to know what people think of me.

HOLY FUCK. HYBRID MOMENTS by MISFITS. SO GOOD. HOW HAVE I LIVED WITHOUT IT FOR SO LONG.

292.

Okay, so about a half-hour ago a girl from my WST 100 class came up to me and asked why I wasn't in class on Thursday and I told her I was sick and stuff and we were talking to for a bit and we got on the topic of the group project our class is doing and stuff. The Thursday I missed was the day that we were supposed to hand in the plan, but our group hadn't done it so I figured that the three of them would come up with something to hand in and stuff and that I wouldn't worry about it. The girl I was talking to, however, informed me that they told Richelle that I was doing the plan and that I was supposed to be here to hand it in. Needless to say, I care about my mark and, as much as I hate enabling blonde, bronzed slackers, I spent a good portion of this morning rushing to complete the plan. The upside to it is that I get to choose our topic and I get to choose who researches what. Obviously I'm not going to be a dick about it because a) there's no sense in being mad and passive-aggressive because they won't care or understand and b) if it's too much they just won't do it. Hell, they may not do it anyway. Even if they don't though, because it's broken up, if only I do my portion, their slacking will only reflect badly on themselves and I'll still be able to do the research paper. Plus, I'll be able to use the idea that I came up without them getting credit for it as well. In a way I kind of hope they don't do their parts so that I don't have to deal with the end result of the research and so that I can abdicate, but who knows. They may actually do what they're supposed to. We'll just have to wait and see.

291.

Good morning. Hmm, well, I'm back at NIC again. I get to wait another three and a half hours for my class. I've got company this morning though. A friend of Peter Charlsworth's from his Fine Arts course thing named Tyler is here this morning and he came over to sit with me. It was a lovely surprise.

Anyway, last night I decided to try and fix my hoodie because it's gigantic and the paint on it is fading and looking shitty now. It turned out surprisingly well. I didn't taper the sides like I had originally intended, but I did manage to take in the arms quite a bit. It looks a lot better now. It's also a lot warmer. In addition to that I cut the front out of my Siouxsie and the Banshees shirt and used it as a backpatch for my hoodie. I'm very pleased with it. I think it looks pretty rad. I'mma make more patches for it later on. I want to make/find a Lesbian Fist Magnet patch. I think that would be awesome. I also cut that lace covering thing off my black skirt this morning. It was getting kind of ratty in a bad way and it had some towel lint stuck in it and stuff. I'm keeping it to use on something else eventually. The skirt looks better without it. I'm contemplating making a zebra print stencil to use on the skirt, but I think I might just either leave it or cover it in patches. I haven't decided yet. I really really want to get a NoMeansNo patch for my hoodie. Originally, I wanted to have a Lesbian Fist Magnet backpatch, but I haven't found anything that would work as a stencil so I thought about a NoMeansNo one, but I wanted to find an actual band stencil that let people know that it was a band so that they wouldn't assume that I was just an over zealous anti-rape advocate or something. I considered doing a Misfits one, but that's really over done and I haven't been listening to them all that long. I really love them though. I can't believe it took me so long to listen to them. I've been missing out. I'm not as enthusiastic about their newer stuff. I really prefer the Danzig albums and those are the only ones I've downloaded. Oh, man. Danzig. But yeah, so I have a Siouxsie backpatch and I need to make more for the rest of my attire. I also need to start thinking about my Zombie Love costume for the Halloween show as well. Yes, that's right. There's a show ON Halloween at the Elks. They're calling it the Monster Mosh. That's pretty hip. I'm dressing up as the zombie girl from the Zombie Love t-shirt that Big Kyle designed. I'm excited. I hope Jesse will be the boy one! Who knows though.

290.

You know what? This is do-able. Seriously. It can and WILL be done.

289.

Guh, I want to go home. I hate having to wait so long to catch the bus. Fuck my life.

288.

What can I say?

287.

I need to start doing more make-up like this.

286.

Ah! I'm so excited! This Friday the Fuck Awesomes are playing their first show. It's going to be at The Legion on Quadra. The only downside is that it's only all ages until 10:00pm. They're going to try to keep me in by saying that I'm with the band or just by kind of hiding me or whatever. I hope it works! If not then I'll either just have a parking lot party with other underage people or just hang out at Steve's until the show is over. Apparently there's going to be an after party. I'm excited. I just hope that Jesse doesn't get too drunk and pass out. I hate when that happens. Oh, also they're going to be doing a cover of Last Caress! I'm very very excited about it. :)

285.

It has been a while since I've messed around with a camera.

I'm glad I've started again.

284.

Haha, okay, so apparently at the time when my MSN said that he was offline, his said that I was offline. I'm not really sure what to make of that. Damn internets. Anyway, all is well. :)

283.

So, I'm sitting here at school with my laptop listening to Portishead. I like Portishead. It reminds me of Jesse who just happens to be the most amazing person in the history of the world. True story. Okay, well, anyway, I haven't seen him in over a week. It's kind of really starting to bother me. Last night when I re-mentioned Dale's longboard race and that I was helping with it he didn't seem very happy about it. When I asked him what he was thinking he said "lots of things" and when I asked "Like what?" he just said "just lotsa things" and then he signed out. It was about 11:30 at that point and I waited online until about midnight, but he never came back online. I'm not sure what to make of that. Usually if he's upset he'll at least say goodnight or something. I'm hoping that it was just his internet fucking up or something, but I know it wasn't just his MSN because I went onto Facebook to see if I could talk to him through Facebook Chat, but as soon as I was about to type something he went offline there too. So, either he's really really upset about so

He just signed in.

282.

Okay, so I am currently at NIC in Courtenay (that's where I'm going to school now that I've graduated and stuff) and there are many Asians here. I'm assuming that they're all either Japanese or Korean as that's typically what we seem to get here. They're international students or whatever. Anyway, there's a small group of them sitting at a table to my left and they keep nattering on in Japanese (or Korean) and kind of gesturing towards me. I'm slightly apprehensive as I don't know what they're saying or if they're actually talking about me or just something that happened in my general vicinity. Sometimes I wish I could speak Japanese. I mean, I'm not one of those anime freaks that dreams of running away to Japan or anything, I'd just like to be able to watch Kill Bill without having to fuck around with subtitles for an hour. Seriously, I torrented it the other day, but the version didn't have the Japanese subtitles hardcoded so I spent a bunch of time trying to find a decent .srt file for just the Japanese scenes. I eventually found one, but it was about a minute or two behind the audio so I spent an exorbitant amount of time trying to get them to line up. After I managed to get the first part lined up (the bit with Pei Mai's voice over) I quickly went through to the anime section with O-Renn killing Boss Matsumoto the subtitles were a good minute or so behind! By that point I was frustrated and just gave up. I've seen it enough times with the subtitles to know what they're saying. I just wish I had them for the scene where Beatrix Kiddo goes to see Hatori Hanzo and yells at his employee about getting sake. I love that part. My favourite part though, would have to be the scene where Gogo Yubari fights Beatrix. I love the meteor hammer with a passion. I wish I knew how to use it. If I did, I'd scour the globe to find one like hers. Most of the ones I've seen have been small-ish and attached to a long rope. I want a spiked one on a chain, please. I could do without the blades though. Knowing me, I'd injure myself with it pretty quickly. But yeah, meteor hammers. Mmm.

281.

Holy balls, it has been a long time since I've blogged anything on here. I'm sorry, I feel like I'm being neglectful. Honestly, it's not you, it's me. I've just been busy these days doing absolutely nothing. I'm kidding. I've been doing a lot of stuff, but then also doing a lot of nothing as well. It's confusing. I'll try to start blogging more often as there are plenty of things I could be putting on here. I don't know. I think it's just that with BlogSpot I almost feel obligated to write something long and elaborate, which is why I have been sticking with Nexopia for now. I mean, what? I wasn't secretly blogging on another site and leaving you to fade away all on your lonesome... Wow, I actually feel bad. Is it normal to feel bad about neglecting a website? Yikes. I'm losing it. Either way, I will make more of an effort to blog on you as well as Nexopia. In fact, if I feel like posting on Nex, I shall also put that post in here in addition to the other posts I plan on posting...post. That sounds like a good plan to me.

280.

ABOUT YOU

whats your name ? :
Sarah

do you like your name? :
Not really, no.

what grade are you in ? :
I graduated.

how old are you ? :
18

when/where were you born? :
February 26, 1991/Kamloops

do you like where you are in life right now ? :
It's not bad.

FAVOURITE

colour :
Black.

dinner food :
Pizza, I guess.

breakfast food :
French toast or Reese's Puffs cereal.

fruit:
Cherries.

vegetable :
Cucumber.

candy:
Cherry Blasters.

physical activity :
Walking?

LOVER

name :
Jesse

age:
26

are they younger or older than you ? :
Older

how long have you been with them ?:
Uh, I'm not sure.

what do you like about them ? :
Everything.

are you always there for them ? :
I hope so.

are they always there for you ? :
Mhmm.

fight recently ? :
What is recently?

why? :
Why what?

Are you in love with them ? :
Sure am.

how'd you meet? :
At a show at the Grantham via Chantelle.

do they feel the same as you do about them ? :
I sure hope so.

why are you with them ? :
Why wouldn't I be with him?

what colour of hair?
Brown and gray. Hehehe! <3


FOUR

name four people you trust the most :
- Jesse
- Chantelle
- Beth
- Maggi

how many boys?
One

how many girls?
Three

why did you pick the first one first? :
Because he's lovely.

what makes you trust those four ? :
Because they've proven that I can.

is one of them your best friend ? :
I don't have a best friend.

do they all go to your school ? :
None of us go to school.

if one of them died, what would you do ? :
Gah! I would be devastated!

if one was in the hospital, would you visit ? :
Obviously.

have you ever cried over one of these people ? : .
Mhmm.

if you got backstabbed by one , would you ever trust them again ? : .
It depends on the situation.

have you kissed one? :
Sure have!

was it good? :
You bet.

MUSIC

are you listening to music right now ? :
Of course.

what song ? :
The Hermit - Fondlecorpse

what is your favourite song ? :
I have a lot of those.

what song represents your love life ? :
Fucked, Stabbed and Eaten - Fondlecorpse. Obviously.

favourite lyric? :
Of what song?

favourite band? :
Opeth.

did/do you own an ipod? :
I do.

what colour ? :
Silver.

what kind of music do you listen to ? :
Pretty much everything. Mostly metal and classical though.

has your music style changed recently ? :
It always does.

PARENTS

moms name:
Michelle.

dads name:
John

step-mom:
None.

step-dad:
Tim. Ex-step-dad.

do you live with both parents ? :
Nope. If I did, would I have a step-dad?

if not, who do you live with more ? :
I live with my mom. All the time.

do you like it there? :
No, not really.


SLEEPING

where do you normally sleep ? :
On the couch or in my bed.

did you have a dream lastnight? : .
Mhmm.

what was it about ? :
I probably shouldn't say.

what was your favourite dream ? :
The ones where people aren't trying to kill me.

what was your scariest dream ? :
The ones where people are trying to kill me, or there are aliens, or the other scary ones.

what was your funniest dream ? :
I don't think I have funny dreams.

what was your weirdest dream ? :
There have been LOTS of those.

do you like to sleep ? :
Not particularly.

night/day/both ? :
What?

what colour are your sheets?:
Red.


RANDOM

what colour is your toothbrush ? :
Purple

what kind is it? :
A brushing kind.

do you brush your teeth upstairs, or downstairs? :
Uh, I brush them in the bathroom.

what toothpaste do you use? :
Whatever's there.

do you use mouthwash ? :
Sometimes.

what colour are your nails? :
They are without polish at the moment.

do you have any jewlery on ? :
Sure do.

what are your teachers names?:
I don't have teachers anymore.

what is your favourite subject ? :
Bio, History, Comp Civ, Lit, Band, Musical Theater, Video Pro, etc.

what subject do you do best in ? :
Band, Musical Theater

are you doing good in school now? :
I'm not in school anymore.

who`s your favourite teacher/s? :
Ringstead, Cassidy, Vining, Lang, McMonagle

do you like school ? :
I did.

do you have your own “posse” ? :
Uh, no.

are you popular? :
Nope.

who is? :
John Le, Walter Parsons, Sean Anderson.

if you`re not .. do you hate the popular? :
No, I'm friends with all three of those guys, actually.

what school do you go to ? :
I don't go to school. I WENT to Carihi.

are you in highschool ? :
I was, but then I graduated.

are you happy im done? :
...what?

did you like this note? :
No. No, I did not.

279.

The red in my hair has been washing out lately. Now my hair is this odd combination of blue, red and purple. Not in a bad way though. I think it looks pretty cool.

I AM SO BORED. Sometimes I wish people didn't need sleep.

278.

So, apparently I'm not going to be drinking with anyone but Jesse anymore. I guess it's for the best though. I don't want to do anymore stupid things and risk fucking all this up. I have a knack for doing things like that.

On another note: Tegan and Sara are lovely. Their new stuff is better than their old stuff by far.

277.

Ahaha, Wyatt's too chill for his own good. I love that kid.

I am chillin' at Holly's. We are supposed to be going on an intensely epic Victoria adventure this weekend. Well, we're supposed to be leaving on Thursday and then returning on Monday. I'm excited. :]

And now for something completely different:

Jesse's amazing and I'm very very keen on him.

276.

Mmm, red hair, baby.

Uh, so yeah. I'm pretty sure that over the years I've developed some sort of a guilt complex or something. I almost constantly feel like I'm doing something wrong even when I'm really not. I'm going to blame this on my mom. As per the norm.

Now, that aside (because no one wants to hear about someone else's problems) I'm supposed to be going to the beach tonight to hang out with some rather groovy pals. Maggi, Keshia, Lisa, etc. Stoked.

Oh! Fondlecorpse! It has been too long since I've listened to them. Oh, god, did I ever miss death metal. Mmmmmm!!!!

275.

I'm dying my hair at five in the morning. This is exciting! Seriously though, I bleached it first, but to my dismay, it only made my roots really blonde and the rest of my hair a lighter blue-green. I was worried that it would fuck up the red which I've just done. My hair is still wet from washing out the red, but from what I can see, it looks like it'll be fine! I'm pleased.

Tonight Ky's supposed to be throwing a beach party. It should be pretty fun. It kind of sucks that Jesse won't be able to come though. Stupid work. Who needs it.

Oddly enough, that reminds me. Holly, Dale, Chantelle, Jake, Jesse, and I need to have our Bodacious Bubble Tea Buddy day soon! After that we'll have an Amazingly Awesome Animal Cracker Amigos day. Both of these adventures will be swell. I'm stoked.

274.

Mmm, CocoRosie...

Once again I've got that weird craving for a new piercing. I just wish that we had a better piercing place in Campbell River. Oh, well, Courtenay it is. I'll just have to pick a good day to hitch hike down there.

I think I'm going to dip into that money I got from the Film Commission. I mean, they gave it to me with no strings attached and I did complete twelve years of bullshit to get it. Hmm, I think I deserve at least a portion of it. Maybe I'll do that today. I should actually make a list of things I want to get though. So that I don't just randomly blow a bunch of money on nothing.

273.

Problem solved! :]

Now, for The Cosmic Tea Party! Fuck, I hate waiting around for Andy. He's always late. /shakes fist.

Anyway, as soon as he's here, we can head to Pinecrest. I'm so stoked. Fuck yes.

272.

Where is my mind?

271.

Do you ever have those days where no matter how many ways you run through a scenario it always turns out badly and you end up walking around with a horrible sunken feeling throughout your entire body because you're so sure that you've fucked up horribly? This is one of those days.

270.

You know what I shouldn't do anymore? Make drunken blog posts. Ugh, self-pity for the lose.

ANYWAY, I've been having a relatively dandy time the past few days. I've been out and about meeting people, convening with old friends, etc. Oh! I'm so excited! Jesse Stewart has come back to Campbell River! I've missed him a lot! He brought his girlfriend with him. I was apprehensive about that at first because I've heard from one demented little bird that she was really annoying and a bitch and stuff, but, oh man, was that little bird ever wrong. I commend Jesse's choice in ladyfriends.

On another note, tonight is the night of The Cosmic Tea Party. I'm pretty excited. I'm going to make sammiches! I hope all goes well.

269.

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268.

If only I was a lot cuter. Then I wouldn't have to worry about being replaced. Fuck. My. Life. :(

267.

You know what's even better than shorts? Shorts with an Imperial Storm Trooper drawn on them. You know what's even better than shorts with an Imperial Storm Trooper drawn on them? Wearing shorts with an Imperial Storm Trooper drawn on them. I'm wearing them right now. They make me happy. Mmm, Star Wars.

266.

You know what? I think I'm actually going to go buy a diary. I think it'd be a good idea. Of course, I'll always keep it close at hand so that I actually use it. Hmm, maybe I should do this today. If Zack doesn't call soon, that is.

Oh, yeah, I'm supposed to hang out with Zack McIsaac today. He said to be online at one so that we could make plans and we made a deal not to ditch one another, but it's currently 1:41 pm and he's still not online so I think I'll wait until two and then make other plans.

265.

Hmm, well, at some point last week Holly, Jesse, Dale and I went and bought pizza and green cups and had a picnic at the Foreshore. We became Pizza Picnic Party Pals. It was very lovely. After that we went to the lake and Dale and I found where he buried his cats in the pet cemetery. After the lake, we went back to Holly's, lounged about on the grass, and then went and bought a flat of Bull Max and went to meet some people at Cedar School. We were bustling about having a lovely time and then all of the sudden, a cop showed up and made us dump out the booze. All of it. Seventeen beer. It was tragic. I managed to be sneaky like a fox and slip one in my bag without him seeing. After that we migrated a bit and tried to decide what to do. We ended up deciding to go to Lupine to buy some weed. When we got there, Lupine was pretty hammered and said that we could have the 2-6 in his fridge/freezer. There wasn't one in there, but he did give us the rest of his beer. Eventually he ended up asking us to hit him in the face with this pink, plastic baseball bat. I did three times. It was all very exciting. After Lupine's we wandered back over to Cedar and got stoned. For some reason people kept walking past and being dicks to us for no reason even though there were six of us and, usually, only two of them. Anyway, after a few hours Jesse and I went to Wyatt's with him and Abby and watched Pom Poko. After a few minutes Wyatt and Abby went to bed. Jesse and I didn't get much sleeping done.

264.

Ugh, it has been so long since I've blogged. Most people probably don't think of that as a big deal or anything, but to me it's kind of like I've voluntarily erased a portion of my life. I've got to stop doing that. Plus, I forget to write very important things down such as Jesse asking if I "want 2 d8" and me saying, "Okay!". Yes, that is something worth noting.

263. List of Random Fears

I was bored in Lit one day and decided to make a list of some random things that I'm afraid of. I'm sure that a lot more will be added later. Here goes...

1. My eyes turning brown
2. My skin turning brown
3. Flesh-eating disease
4. Having an aneurysm
5. Having a heart attack
6. Dieing in my sleep and not getting a chance to realize that I've died
7. Thinking I'm only falling asleep and allowing myself to do so only to realize that I was slowly dieing instead.
8. My heart randomly stopping
9. Getting hit by a car
10. An organ getting hooked on one of my ribs
11. Tearing an organ while stretching
12. Going blind
13. Losing my teeth
14. Losing my hair
15. Having anything amputated
16. Being buried alive
17. Accidentally gashing my radial or ulner arteries or veins
18. Dying in general
19. Ceasing to exist
20. Spontaneous combustion
21. Paralysis
22. Accidentally driving off a cliff
23. Getting into a traffic collision
24. Accidental self-immolation
25. Getting blown up and having bits and pieces of my body scatter everywhere
26. Having my jaw ripped out
27. Having my tongue ripped out
28. Having a piercing pulled out
29. Pulling on a piercing hard enough to do some sort of nerve damage
30. Having my flesh burnt off by the sun
31. Finding out what my flesh smells like when it's cooked
32. Having bugs crawling on me
33. Having bugs lay eggs in my skin
34. Having bugs nesting in any of my orifices
35. Cockroaches
36. Accidentally eating a bug
37. Leprosy
38. Dieing of something ignominious
39. Having my dead body found in an ignominious situation/position
40. Hearing someone's heart stop
41. Being pronounced dead while I'm still alive
42. Going for surgery and being able to feel everything
43. Anesthesia
44. Hallucinations
45. Being incapable of knowing whether I'm hallucinating or not
46. Accidentally jumping off a building
47. Accidentally jumping off a bridge
48. Accidentally overdosing
49. Accidentally hanging myself
50. Accidentally killing myself in general
51. Being eaten alive
52. Being torn apart
53. Nuclear warfare
54. Radiation poisoning
55. Tripping and falling into the street and getting hit by a car
56. Tripping and falling into the street and getting hit by a car in front of someone I like
57. Accidentally putting myself into a situation where I get killed in front of someone I like
58. Getting stuck in a tunnel/pipe
59. Being incapable of getting rid of hiccups
60. Never leaving my house
61. No one realizing that I've died

262.

Well, I seem to keep forgetting about this whole blogging business. My bad. Anyway, the past little while has been pretty groovy, but I'm too lazy to type all of it out. Let me just make a list: Grantham Hall Show, Walking with Jesse, Drinking With Justin, Keshia & Kenzie's 19th, Men in White Cars With Dogs, Car Cupcakes for Jesse, Night Escapades With Liz, Swimming With Holly and Liz, Bad News from Jesse Followed by Good News, Sean O'Rourke's Party, Sleeping In Front of Thrifty's, Morning With Jesse, Thrash of the Titans II, Night With Jesse and Trailer Park Steve, Today. Plus others that I'm less likely to remember.

Either way, so far has been glorious. Maybe I'll actually start that Math course and get a job...

261.

This is the dress I was talking about. Well, kind of. It's really just me being a narcissist. :]

260.

Oh my goodness. Guess what today is? It's Keshia and Kenzie's 19th! I'm so excited! Maggi, Trent and I have been looking forward to it since the beginning of June. We are all going to get our drink on hardcore. The only downside is that I forgot it was supposed to be jungle themed and I am now unprepared. I'm just going to wear a tan dress with jungle-esque flowers on it. I went outside a few minutes ago to try to make a daisy chain headband, but there were weird little bugs in the daisies. I was very sad when I saw that as I was intensely excited about having a daisy headband.

259.

It should be noted that I used to have a trademark fruit and it was a green apple. It should also be noted, for future reference, that I have developed a mild obsession with Massive Attack. Particularly their album Mezzanine. Oh, and I still have a distate for poor grammar.

258.

Well, that last show at the Grantham was pretty groovy. Originally I had been trying to convince Chantelle to come with me so that I'd have someone to hang out with, but she kept saying no so I decided to ask Phoenix. She said yes and decided to drive us there. So, I went over to her house and chilled with her and Dale for a while and then she invited Greg and Kyle over. All was well until she decided to stay and hang out with them. Lucky for me, Chantelle messaged me and said that she was going to drive Jesse Abram to the show and asked if I still wanted to go. Obviously I did.

We get to the show, smoke some pot, drink some rum and beer, do our thing and then by the time Jesse and I wanted to leave, Chantelle no longer did and couldn't drive at the time. Jesse and I decided to walk. After over two hours we decided that it was probably time to try hitchhiking since he only had a half hour left to get to work and we were still quite far away. Eventually we managed to get a ride (it was quite a challenge; we're blaming it on our matching head-to-toe black, boots, and piercings) and I arrived home around seven in the morning. It was quite the night, indeed.

257.

For fuck's sake! My mom has decided to re-paint our living room. Let me just say this. IT LOOKS TERRIBLE! It's this horrible gray-green colour. I told her not to do it. Multiple times for that matter. Does she listen to me? Clearly she doesn't. She just kept telling me that it would turn out fine. Does it? NOPE. Even she agrees that it looks terrible. Her response: "We'll get used to it..." Mhmmm. Right. I am VERY displeased at the moment since I spend most of my time in the living room. Goddamn. >.<

256.

Gabe and I are writing poems together. They're lovely and brutal. We make a great team. :]

255.

Fuck yes! There's a show tomorrow. Apparently it's going to begin with some nifty punk stuff (which is long overdue!) and it will end in the metal spectrum with Archon Legion to seal off the night. STOKED! The last time I saw Archon Legion it was ruined by an incident that I'd rather not see repeated. >:|

Speaking of shows, July 18th is Thrash of the Titans II. I am so fucking stoked. Goddamn. A night to fucking remember. I can't wait. Fuck yeah.

254.

I really miss History class and the insane shenanigans that Walter, Morgan and I would get into. I also miss seeing John Le reppin' LRG. I need to buy an LRG shirt. I think I'm going to throw a major rager sometime next month when my mom goes out of town or whatever so that I can have some sort of a reunion or whatever. This would also involve friends from out of town coming into town. It shall be glorious.

253.

Goddamn. I need to start posting more often. Anyway, I haven't been up to much of anything lately. In fact, I'm incredibly bored. Hmm, well, I'm graduated now. Hooray. Now I need to get a job, move out, and start acting responsibly. Ugh, lame.

So, my dad came down for my grad. He brought his girlfriend with him. Her name is Val. They have been going out for over a year now. I just found out about her upon his arrival. Even then he didn't tell me. I found out from her. Girlfriend aside, my dad used to be an alcoholic, but has been sober for six years. Guess when he decided to start drinking again? Yes, that's right, on the weekend of my grad. In fact, he showed up at my grad ceremony hammered. While we're on the topic of facts, he was hammered the entire time he was down despite the fact that he hadn't even seen me in a few years. Isn't that fun?

I need something to do. I think I'm going to get a job where I get to wear a fancy suit and paid a lot of money and then develop a cocain habit. Not a sleazy suck-dick-for-crack addiction, but a really classy do-lines-in-the-bathroom-of-Dorsia addiction. It wouldn't even be a real addiction. I think it'd be swell.

252.

Oh, man. I've been watching way too much Star Wars lately. Well, you can never watch too much Star Wars, but you know what I'm saying. I'd totally marry Anakin. I want to be a jedi.

On another note: I can't believe I'm graduating. This means that I need to get a job and be responsible and stuff. That's fucked up. Shit.

Well, I'm tired and going to bed now. I need sleep. Night.

251.

Well, today I finished reading The Boy in the Striped Pajamas by John Boyne. I watched the movie before I read the book as I didn't know it was a book until I saw it mentioned in the opening credits. Anyway, the film was brilliant. Absolutely fantastic. The book, on the other hand, was lovely, but it could have been much, much better. Here are some comments I made based on the book:

I just didn't think that the book did the characters any justice. You'd think that (SPOILER ALERT) the family's reaction to Bruno's death would be absolutely traumatizing, but the way Boyne described it, or failed to for that matter, made Bruno's death seem trivial and blasé. If it had ended on the second last chapter with just Shmuel and Bruno holding hands, it would've had a greater emotional impact without hitting too hard.

In addition to that, I found Boyne's lack of usage of the word "Jew" patronizing. I understand that he wanted to keep their location and their respective roles in the war a bit of a mystery for the first few chapters, but after it was revealed with Bruno's "Hail Hitler", I felt it to be somewhat insulting to continue to have even the word "Jew" hidden. However, to replace "Auschwitz" with "Out-With" was, in my opinion, appropriate as Bruno was a young boy working with second- and third-hand information.

In conclusion, I feel the novel certainly had phenomenal potential -- hence the brilliance of the film -- however, Boyne's choice of writing style and choice in the ending of the book (which was, in all honesty, more of an epilogue than a chapter) failed to convey the emotions of the characters and stunted the reader's ability to connect with neither the situation nor those involved.

250.

Whoo! 250 posts. I have no life. 

Anyway, today I had a mock in Lit. I think I did pretty well. For one of the paragraphs we had to write, I used an absurd number of quotes. Fuck yeah. I also had a quiz/test in history on the Middle East. I totally wasn't prepared so both John Le and I ended up copying off Walter. Too bad Walter didn't know what he was doing either. Oh well, I'll find out how it went tomorrow most likely. I hope I pass!

249.

I just realized that it's the last day in May. I also realized that my number of blog posts has been steadily declining. Oops. I'll have to blog more often. 

I really want to get a dog. We'd travel around the world together. It'd be lovely.

One day I will do heroin and it will be wonderful. My new life goal is to do every drug known to man. This should be one hell of a ride.

248.

I just discovered that I have a bunch of poppies in my yard. This pleases me.

Sometime Lauren and I are going to go on a midnight poppy harvesting adventure. We're going to make opium. Fuck yeah.

247.

So, this weekend was pretty awesome. Unfortunately Matt didn't make it down for whatever reason, but Bryce did. We were reunited! 

Basically, Chantelle and I conveined and went to Viky's 18th at the beach for a while with Wyatt. There was a nice handfull of people there. Most of them I didn't know, but whatever. After that we went to go and get ice cream and to pick her brother up from work. After we drove him home, we went to the bus station to wait for Bryce. Wyatt and I had fun fucking around with the carts outside the station while Chantelle napped. Bryce arrived at midnight. Then we headed to Darcy's to get our drinks on.

I had never met Darcy before so I was a little apprehensive about the evening, but it turned out rather well. In the beginning, it was me, Bryce, Chantelle, Wyatt, Darcy, Holly, Stephanie, and Lauren. Stephanie left early and then Chantelle and Wyatt left to take naps. I don't remember too much of that evening, but apparently it was rather glorious. We got back to my house around five in the morning. Apparently I ran into my room, and climbed into bed despite the fact that Colton was in it. He said that he woke up and was like, "WTF?" and I just looked at him and said "Yeah, you've got to go." He wasn't pleased. When Chantelle woke me up in the morning, I discovered that Tyler Trinh had been sleeping on my couch and Andy Ringdahl had also been sleeping somewhere in my house. I was surprised.

We left around ten in the morning and puttered around downtown for a while and then went to visit the twins. Chantelle wanted to go camping with them, but I already had plans to go to a cast party that evening so we parted ways. Bryce and I went to the cast party, mingled, and didn't get home until around two in the morning. 'Twas rather nice. 

Bryce went home today. We must do this again, but with Matt as well.

246.

Yes, so Grease was amazing. Honestly, I'm so surprised that we pulled it off as well as we did. I'm impressed. Apparently we made $6700 in at-door ticket sales alone. We did well. I miss it now that it's all over.

My cat died the other day. RIP Ringo. You were a fucking awesome cat. Man, what a party animal. Farewell, sweet prince.

245. Trevor Reznik Wallpapers

Yeah, so Manny seems to think that there aren't any Trevor Reznik wallpapers out there. Now there are and Manny no longer has an excuse to not have one as his background. Mwahahaha!

244. Trainspotting - Irvine Welsh

A few months ago, Nicola had been talking to him as they walked from a party at Sighthill to one at Wester Hailes. They had been having a good crack, becoming detatched from the rest of te group. She had been very responsive, and Spud had chatted freely, high on speed. In fact, she seemed to be hanging on his every word. Spud wanted to never get to that party, wishing that they could just go on walking anad talking. They went down into the underpass and Spud thought that he should try to put his arm around Nicola. Then a passage from a Smiths' song, one he'd always liked called: 'There Is A Light That Never Goes Out', came into his head: 

and in the darkened underpass

I thought Oh God my chance has come at last

but then a strange fear gripped me

and I just couldn't ask

Morrissey's sad voice summed up his feelings. He didn't put his arm around Nicola, and his attempts to chat her up were half-arsed after that. Instead, he jacked up in a bedroom with Rents and Matty, enjoying blissful freedom from the anxiety of wondering whether or not he'd get off with her.

Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh

243.

Note to Self: Blog about this later. http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/commentary/la-oe-allen17-2009may17,0,491082.story

Ugh, I honestly can't believe some of what was said here. 

242. Manny's Instructions: Round Two

241. Manny's Instructions: Round One

240.

Aww, now I feel bad about pressuring Manny into agreeing to do that solo. He's an amazing drummer, but he doesn't like to show off and stuff and he isn't too happy about it. Ugh, fuck my life.

On a happier note: my mom and I went shopping today. She bought me a blue dress. It's pretty and I like it. She also bought me new eyeshadow and eyeliner. This pleases me greatly. I hope that my band agrees to dress up fancy for the performances because I want to wear it and I don't want to be the odd one out despite the fact that I usually am in most situations already.

239.

Musical theatre was so much better today. I think it's actually going to work out. As long as Dylan and Sean can keep out of each other's hair. Today Manny totally did a lovely drum solo. He really didn't want to do it, but with me, Meara, and all the actors all trying to convince he finally caved and sold his soul. I'm stoked to hear what he comes up with for Monday.

238.

I don't care what anyone says. Carrot Top is a fucking babe. To hell with anyone that disagrees. Oh, man, Carrot Top. 

237.

Oh, man. It has been a long time since I've blogged anything. Well, today was pretty shitty. For the first bit. It got better eventually though. Like, for example, I got a new laptop. It's beautiful. I'm madly in love with it and am using it right now. Aww yeeeah.

So, musical theatre band was terrible today. Ugh, I don't even want to get into that. Fucking hippies. Honestly, if it wasn't for Emanuel I probably would've killed someone. Grah!

On another unhappy note, I'm pretty sure that my friend Walter isn't really a friend at all. Well, basically he never hangs out with me outside of class, he rarely ever talks to me outside of class or the spare block we used to have at the same time. In addition to that, he'll invite a vast quantity of people to a party and I'll be the only one not invited. I think he's either embarassed by me, or he just doesn't like me and he'd feel bad just telling me to fuck off and leave him alone. Ugh, fuck my life.

236. History Facebook Statuses: April 27 2009

Oh my God! It's the ghost of Kennedy!

What's the difference between a Jew and a canoe? A canoe tips.

Hebrew is read fromm right to left because that's the same way a Jew reads a menu.

235.

More Aztec notes:

-believes that ongoing sacrifice sustains the earth.
- everything is tonacayotl = the “spiritual flesh-hood” “bodily [sacrificial] presence” of the gods on earth.
- Everything springs from the severed or buried remains of the sacrificed gods.
- Humanity is macehualli = “those deserved and brought back to life through penance”.
- Indebtedness connected to this worldview.
- nextlahualli (debt-payment) commonly used as metaphor for human sacrifice.
- Sacrifice = highest level of an entire panoply of offering to the gods.
- offering mound (massive temple-pyramids) crammed with treasures, grains, etc.
- animal sacrifice common
- objects broken as sacrifices
- cult of Quetzalcoatl required sacrifice of butterflies and hummingbirds
- self-sacrifice also common
- people would offer maguey thorns tainted with their own blood, offer blood from their tongue, ear lobes, or penises.
- blood held central place in Mesoamerican cultures
- in one of the creation myths Quetzalcoatl offered blood from a wound in his penis to give life to humanity.
- it has been said that modern Aztecs still practice bloodletting from cuts made by obsidian knives or bone needles on body parts such as earlobes, lips, tongues, chests and calves.
- maguey thorns put into a ball of straw called zacatapayoli and later placed in an adoratorium.

THE 52-YEAR CYCLE

- feared the universe would collapse after each cycle if the gods weren’t strong enough
- New Fire ceremony performed every year.
- All fires extinguished at midnight and a human was sacrificed
- Aztecs then waited for dawn. If the sun rose, the cycle had been enough and the body was list on fire and this fire was taken to every house, city and town.
- Ceremony was older than the Aztecs themselves
- Original Nahua religion and the Aztecs considered themselves to be the main representatives for feeding the gods and this gave them an identity. They were no longer known as “people without face” but as “The people of the sun. This is disputed though.


SACRIFICES TO SPECIFIC GODS
Huitzilopchtli

- tribal deity of the Mexica. Represented character of Mexica people and often identified with the sun at zenith and warfare.
- Victim would be placed on sacrificial stone.
- Priest would cut through the abdomen with an obsidian or flint blade.
- Heart would be torn out while still beating, held towards the sky in honour to the Sun-God
- - the body would be either cremated or given to the warrior responsible for the capture of the victim.
- -Warrior would either cut the body into pieces and send them to important people as an offering or use the pieces of ritual cannibalism.
- Warrior would thus ascend one step in the hierarch of the Aztec social classes, a system that rewarded successful warriors.



Oh, and friends are douchebags.

234.

More awesomeness from Girls With Slingshots. I should probably mention the talking cactus with the Irish accent and moustache named McPedro... [McPedro]

233.

I have just begun reading the webcomic Girls With Slingshots. It is certainly rather dandy. To experience the awesomeness just click [Here]

232.

I'm so stoked. I'm making a patched skirt. So far, it's pretty awesome. I've just been using mostly black fabric, some green and white plaid and a few small pieces of leopard print because I don't have a lot of it. Also, I put the Leper patch I got at the show on it. I think it looks rather dandy. It's pretty short though. Anyway, I'm probably going to go work on that now.

Also, UVic has gotten my application. They didn't tell me whether or not I'm accepted/rejected yet, but they did tell me that they're considering it. I suppose that's a step in the right direction.

231.

I'm currently rockin' my Comp Civ class with Maggi and Alesha. 'Tis rather ballin'. I have no where to put my notes right now so I'm just going to post them here. Cool beans.

Aztec Notes

HUMAN SACRIFICE

Human sacrifice = aspect of historical Aztec culture/religion
Spaniards claimed it was widely practiced in Mesoamerica.
Wide range of sacrifice theories such as the idea that the Mesoamerican diet was lacking protein and that cannibalism of victims was a necessary part of the Aztec diet. (discredited)
May also be special socio-psychological factors or political


THE ANTECEDENTS OF MESOAMERICAN SACRIFICE

Sacrificed victims on each of their eighteen festivities
One festival for each of their twenty day months
First sacrifice reported à sacrifice and skinning of the daughter of the king Cóxcox of Culhuacán à story is part of the legend of the foundation of Tenochtitlan.
Sacrifice given extra emphasis under the guidance of Tlacaelel. (apparently)


THE ROLE OF SACRIFICE IN MESOAMERICA

“Legend of the Five Suns” – all gods sacrificed themselves so mankind could live.
Spaniards commanded the Aztecs to stop, but the priests said: “Life is because of the gods; with their sacrifice they gave us life […]. They produce our sustenance […] which nourishes life.”
Believed a great on-going sacrifice sustains the Universe.

230.

Last night was pretty much awesome. I was in charge of the door at the show at the Grantham Hall. Will was pretty stoked on that. He gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. Apparently I was awesome and a few people told him that. He says that my help didn't go unnoticed. Yeah, so a handful of bands played last night. All of them were awesome. I can't wait until the next one.

On the other hand: I have lots of homework. Fuck.

229. History Facebook Statuses: April 26, 2009

"I may have hit one or two Jews with that rock if it hadn't been for Hitler."

I know, it sounds terrible, but honestly it's not what you think nor is it worth my time to explain it.

228. History Facebook Statuses: April 23, 2009

"They taste like squares, but they look like diamonds!"1
"Just stick it in my magic box and tap it twice." "That's what she said."2
"Holy paragraphs, Batman!"3

1. Said by Walter when discussing the shape and taste of the Shreddies I was munching on.
2. I can't remember what Scott wanted us to stick in his box.
3. Ringstead was explaining to us the art of writing a History paper.

227.

You know what I hate? When you go and type out a long string of numbers only to find out that someone had turned off the Num Lock key. I don't understand why anyone would habitually turn it off. There's really no reason to ever actually turn it off when you have a fully functioning keyboard (laptop keyboards excluded, of course). From my experience with keyboards, and let me tell you, I've had plenty of experience with them, they all have a set of four arrow keys to the right hand side of the letter keys. Above the letter keys is another set of less convenient number keys. Above the arrow keys I mentioned, you'll find Instert, Home, Page Up, Delete, End, and Page Down. All of the keys that would be used when the Num Lock is off have their own special place on the keyboard that does not require the pressing of any other button to activate them. Please tell me, why the hell do you turn the Num Lock off?

226.

I really hope I get a 6 on the paragraph I handed in on Gray's "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard." If I don't, I'm going to feel like a failure.

Oh, also, I have a new life goal: become an intense Tecktonik dancer. /thumbs up

Lastly, I'm still freaking out about grad. Fuck.

225.

So, I was playing COD5 today and at first I was doing worse than usual. Then, I ended up getting twelve kills with only five deaths! My best ratio yet! (I've only been playing for, like, two weeks) And then, in the next map I got the most kills out of everyone on my team. I can't remember how many it was, but I was fucking STOKED.

In addition to my triumphs in COD5, I also beat the level on Castle Crashers that I was stuck on. Fuckin' A.

224.

I have no idea what I want to do after I graduate. Honestly, I'm starting to freak out a little bit. I'm supposed to be going to AIV, but I have no money to pay for it, student loans won't cover it completely, I have no place to live there and I don't have a job. Also, I'm not even sure if I want to go there. I would rather go to UVic. Fuck. I think I'm just going to go there after AIV. Well, no, I will go there after AIV. I've just got to keep my marks up until the end of the year.

Today, history was very boring. We had a substitute teacher and we were supposed to be doing a CEC chart about the Cold War. Today would have been the perfect day for random shenanigans and Facebook Statuses, but, unfortunately for me, Walter and Morgan decided to skip together. Bastards. Anyway, I didn't feel like doing the CEC chart at that particular moment in time so I just decided to finish a Comp Civ assignment I was working on the block before. Scott was working on his CEC chart and decided to sit with Amanda, Campbell, and John Le because they'd be working on the same thing and all that business. I was completely alone for the entire class with nothing exciting to do. 'Twas incredibly lame. The upside? I finished my Comp Civ assignment and got some notes done.

I can't believe I fell asleep and missed Community Band. I was looking forward to it. Damn.

223. History Facebook Statuses: April 20th

"Doesn't matter what it is; stick it in there! Stick it where? Doesn't matter!" "That's what she said."

Ringstead was impersonating your average highschool student writing a thesis paper randomly jamming information together without it being cohesive. I just couldn't resist.

222. History Facebook Statuses: March 27, 2009

"They should get the fuck out of the country!" 1
"In the states there are-" "Buttons everywhere!" 2
"Capitalism + Communism = CAPCOM" 3

1. Scott Put's remark when he heard about the abolition of the singing of the national anthem in select elementary schools in Eastern Canada.
2. Mr. Ringstead had just finished discussing a bit about nuclear warefare and the proverbial buttons. When moving on to something else, Morgan cut in with the buttons remark.
3. This is pretty self-explanatory.

221.

FUCK! I honestly fucking hate people. I can't believe how people who are completely fucking vile and self-centered and pathetic can have such a strong fucking fan-basis. Next time the aforementioned person returns to the state they were recently in, I hope they fucking choke on their own puke and no one fucking helps them. They don't fucking deserve it. Aim for your fucking wrists next time.

220.

This is a post of hatred and anger. I hate and am angered by people. I have decided that I no longer have any friends. Or, they just won't be titled as friends. Actually, no, I shall have a seperate list. A list of people that I find acceptable. No one is on that list as of yet as they have to prove that they're not an abhorrent douchebag to be on it and no one has proven that to me yet. Fuck you.

219.

Whoo, I can actually walk around and stuff again. It's rather nice. I can't run around or anything though. That pretty much sucks. Either way, I went to the library and got out more books. I'm rather stoked. I picked up one by Christopher Rice. I'm quite the fan of both his mother and late father's writing so I figured it was about time to see what their offspring has been up to. I may end up being a fan of the entire Rice family. Wouldn't surprise me much. Man, I love Stan Rice.

Also, I'm getting much better at COD5. I'm very pleased with this because I hate looking like a douche to people I don't even know.

218.

So, for the past three hours I've been playing COD5 online. It's pretty fucking awesome. I was doing so bad at first. Like, serious, 'twas atrocious. After a while though, I started getting the hang of it. I'm still pretty crappy at it, but I've only been playing for, like, a day. I shall get better soon. Tomorrow I shall most likely game with a nifty handful of people like Travis Norris-Lepage and John Le. I'm pretty friggin' stoked. That is all for now. Oh, and check out OminousBlood on Nexopia. Hahahahaha, she's a fucking joke. Hahahaha! Good day to you.

217.

Oh, I didn't see you there. I got Live a little while ago. In case anyone's interested: SariusWilkinsus Yeah, it's real original.

216.

Last night I played Call of Duty: World at War for the first time. Sweet. Zombie. Jesus. That was the first time I'd ever played any of the COD games and, wow, I was missing out. I played for a handful of hours yesterday, went to bed, woke up, played for a few more hours. I think I may be addicted. I feel bad about having to kill the Germans though.

215.

Goddamn, I had forgotten how much I love Prussian Blue. They're truly amazing. I'm going to listen to them obsessively for a few days now that I've remembered then. Also, on the topic of remember things, I just remembered that I've got a massive amount of homework to get through this week. Fuck. I hope I can get it all done...

214.

Oh, yeah, I forgot.