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Friday, October 20th, 2006
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6:37 pm - How could I resist?
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IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...
(i totally wanted to sometimes)
Opening Credits:
Purging - Boys Night Out
Waking Up:
Unkoil - Strung Out
First Day At School:
The Crimson - The String Quartet Tribute to Atreyu
Falling In Love:
Jaws Theme Swimming - Brand New
Fight Song:
Babe - Glassjaw
Breaking Up:
Flugufrelsarinn - Sigur Ros
Prom:
This Celluloid Dream - AFI (how appropriate)
Life is good:
Messenger - Appleseed Cast
Mental Breakdown:
At This Velocity - Thursday
Driving:
Crowquill - Circle Takes the Square
Flashback:
The Futile - Say Anything
Getting Back Together:
Wester - AFI
Wedding:
The Big Fall - A Wilhelm Scream (again I must say APT!)
Final Battle:
The Great American Crime - Turmoil
Death Scene:
Broken - Pennywise
Funeral Song:
Welcome to Last Year - Fairweather
End Credits (3 tracks):
The Blowers Daughter - Damiean Rice
Sad Story - Plain White T's
The After Dinner Playback - From Autumn to Ashes
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| Friday, April 14th, 2006
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12:57 pm - Taste of Chaos
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So last night we PLAYED the Tast of Chaos (damn skippy, not just watching the show). It was amazing, we went on first, but we didn't go on until 4:40 (40 min after doors) so there were about 2000 kids there. So I thought I was going to be too nervous to play, but as I got on stage I wasn't bad. What was really weird is as we got on stage people started clapping and such. Then the lights dimmed, and we started. After the first verse of Heros I thought I was going to throw up it was just so crazy. But things went smoothly throughout the set. Kohji broke a string during Paper Dolls, but Matt was able to take over his line and he switched guitars. During our last song, Shirts vs Blouses, I was able to stand up during the clapping part, and wow. Just a see of people clapping along to our music. It wasn't a few scattered hands, it was litterally over a thousand people with their hands in the air clapping along to what we were doing.
So after we played we packed our gear and loaded then ate back stage (they had some pretty good food). Unfortunately because some of the MySpace bands earlier on the tour had been idiots we couldn't stay backstage the entire time and had to chose one band we wanted to see (we said Deftones). So it was off to our mech table, which was located right by the lighting board, so we were in mid pit surrounded by guard rails, pretty cool. And for a small band, everything else was just awesome. We gave out soooo many autographs, Kohji and Ben signed some body parts, we all signed some clothing. Sold a lot of shit, and got a lot of compliments. A bunch of kids even said we were the best band that played on the side stage all night (i.e. better than Adair, The Smashups, Broke and Greenely Estate). That was a rad compliment. Then we went backstage to watch the Deftones. Tim took pictures and really that's the only way to describe it. It was just wow, oh and the bass player polished off an entire bottle of wine during the first half of their set, with a tiny bit of help from the Street Drum Corp.
What was really cool for me was at the end of the night I found out that Atreyu was watching our set, and their drummer (one of the drummers who helped shape my drumming style) was drumming along with me. Sweet.
current music: Moneen - Wrath of the Donkey
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| Saturday, April 8th, 2006
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4:38 am - A Plague upon all our houses!
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i know i don't use proper punctuation or grammar (this is not due to lack of pride in my work, but rather because i wish to get all my ideas out in the fashion in which they reach my mind, and i enjoy the flow it has in the un-punctuated form), if you really want to read what i write i'm sure you'll find a way through
no i'm not another fear-monger trying to scare you with the latest viral agent that is going to kill the young and the old, or the people that you feel pity for while their faces are flashed on the news, only to be forgotten when Mr. Clean tells you that your floors can be whitened. this is the plague i always come back to, the plague of apathy. just to give you a little background on why i brought this up, i was talking to a friend of mine (she can drop a comment if she wants her name mentioned), and we got the topic of my last post, that of greatness, as well as the topic of potential. as i said, or at least i think i said, we can all strive to be great, and in saying that i inferred that we all have the potential to be great. in turn i am saying that thousands of us are ignoring our potential. so i ask why? and this, this brings us to the plague, a plague of apathy, of acceptance, of defeat. i was asked after my last post what is so wrong with failure, and why must we try again. well i think the problem with failure is that you have failed, we call if failure because it is not the outcome we want, it is not what we planned to do, not where we want to be, and the reason i say we should not accept it is because there is no need to, we all have the potential to not fail. and if in doing an action you have ended up somewhere that was not your goal, it might not be failure, it may still be successful, but you have to ask yourself, am i happy with where i ended up, is this what i want, or am i settling for something less. it is in SETTLING that i find failure, it is in saying "i gave it my all and i couldn't do it". that in no way means you should quit, if you really want it, try again, take a year, improve yourself and do it again. yet so many people settle, and the more we settle the less we care that we settled. it's not such a big thing to settle if we have done it time and time again, so what if i didn't do the best i could on making that part, or on that essay, i didn't do the best on my last one either and i'm still here. who cares as long as it gets done. and then it turns to who cares as long as i survive. and that's what we become reduced to, accepting whatever happens as long as you can maintain the status quo. and that is the plague, that is apathy. and it's happening everywhere. and it is a murder, it is the most vicious of evils. it makes innocent people into killers, the apathy of one nation allows a genocide in another, the idea that it is just too hard so why bother allows someone to force a child to murder their own parents in Uganda. we hide behind the excuse that i am just one person, what can i do? yet in the history books it is not only the names of groups we must memorize, but also that of individuals, because one person can make a difference. in realizing that simply eking out an existence is not what we were meant to do. we all have a great gift, vast, unlimited potential, and that was not given to us (by evolution or God or whatever you believe) so we could simply reproduce and die. so what stops us? well it seems there are many hurdles and i'm not going to point the finger at who made them. we have fear, there is so much fear, and we create more daily, and there is that apathy i speak of. but this fear, first there is the fear of our potential. the fear that we won't live up to it. when we know what we can do and fail, how do you justify that? how can we stand that. it is hard, but that is why we must not accept failure, because is accepting failure, we deny our potential. how do we justify failure? many ways, maybe you are yet to fully realize your potential, maybe you need to go back to school and try harder, maybe you thought you couldn't do it, maybe you doubted your strength. remember when you doubt your strength, it doesn't go away, you just cannot reach it, its like putting money in a safe, it's still there, but you cannot get at it. to make matters worse, we have more fear, we fear our pride. do we not learn from the first day we enter society not to feel pride. are we not told that the most pure are the most self-less, and if you take pride in your actions you taint them? well i say that's a load of shit. how can we truly motivate ourselves if we do not feel satisfaction in doing what we do? the people who are most dissatisfied with their lives are not who we want to be, that we know. and pride can pull us away from our apathy. when you take pride in the simplest task it is hard to be apathetic. because when you take pride you care. and that's what i want us to remember. everything we do, is done by our hands, these words i write, although they echo the words of others, were created by my thoughts, and written by hands and i take pride in them. therefore i want them to be the best they can be. i want to represent myself the best i can. when i make a tool, even if it is simple and mundane, i take pride because i made it. that is the toil of a human, someone of equal value to the president, to Gandhi, to a thief. imagine all we could do if everyone took pride in their work again. there wouldn't be shoty work, because you can't take pride in that. imagine the progress we could make if everyone worked the hardest they could work. and again i come back to apathy. apathy, such a dirty word. in apathy we accept not having pride, because, who cares? there is no need to take pride if you do not care, in fact there is no way. if something is half finished what's the problem, no one cares. that's why offices are full of people spinning on chairs at their desks because they know that no one will care if their work is amazing or passable. we live in a society where we only need to make it to tomorrow. i challenge you to change that. don't accept simply making it to tomorrow. do something you take pride in, even if it's cleaning your house, or studying an extra hour, or finishing a project early. put in the effort, feel pride, and relish in that pride, accept that you did something good, and you deserve the praise. feel great for a moment, and become addicted to that feeling so when tomorrow comes you will want to earn it again. and i cannot stress the idea of earning it enough, praise, when given as a hand-out without meaning is having someone defecate on you, it is a mockery, to be given that which you have not earned
current music: Moneen - The Politics of Living and the Shame in Dying
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| Saturday, March 11th, 2006
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1:14 am - Greatness
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Over the 20 years of my life i have started to notice an interesting phenomenon, people, it seems, are afraid of being great. it's not that we don't want fame or glory (quite the opposite in most cases) it's that we don't want to stand out when we do it, or more accurately we don't want others to stay still. we want to step forward as a group, we want everyone to be recognized as being amazing and feel that if we are the only ones recognized then we have stolen something. by being great we feel like a thief in the night. it's as if we collectively decided there's only a set amount of greatness and those who take more than the rest are to be hated, not adored. today those with fame are not great, Paris Hilton didn't unite a population, nor has Orlando Bloom moved millions to tears. instead they are caricatures of greatness, to decrease our appetite. we see how we ridicule these people for their supposed greatness and we teach ourselves that it is not what we want. yet who among us would call down King Arthur, or Gandi or Mother Teresa, people who were truly great. it is not as if we make a spectacle of them, we tell stories of them, we visit places they have touched hoping to feel what they left. i think we fear greatness because we fear failure. we fear the pressure, we feel we will be judged and found wanting. even more we fear the isolation and hatred. yet when you are truly great, you are not hatred, you are adored and respected, even your enemies, some who will tremble when they see you, will respect you. maybe we fear pride, maybe in saying we want this we feel we are asking for failure, but how can we move on if we remain unchallenged. how can states survive when we elect imbeciles to make us feel better about our own lives. is it not time we challenged ourselves. seek the light and find that it comes from yourself. all of us can be great, we just have to balls up. when you fail, you look at failure, you say this is failure, and then you say, you never want this again, and you get back up. when you fail again, you need not look at failure, you need only get back up. there is enough time to lie in the dirt when we are dead, shall we not ensure history rings with our names while we are alive. the people in the tabloids will not be the ones written about for eons to come, those who led men, those who moved their souls, those who saw the world, and did not hate it, but pitied it, became great for it, to save it. without great men who will lead, the people are eager to follow, and right now it is too eager. it is time to step forward
current music: Chiodos - The Words "Best Friend" Become Redefined
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| Monday, February 20th, 2006
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1:57 pm - soo... yeah
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i haven't updated in a while, i've been busy, which i guess means that if i updated it would have been something, i will update good someday, i mean it, we won the Taste of Chaos in case you were wondering, so we get to open for all dem amazing bands
current music: Alexisonfire coming from the bathroom
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| Tuesday, December 20th, 2005
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10:49 pm - HELP US
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Hey! Well it's that time of the year again, TIME FOR TASTE OF CHAOS... and here's what you need to do
GO TO
www.myspace.com/tasteofchaos
go to ...
April 13/ Toronto/ Arrow Hall and vote for Holding.Sky
ALSO
go to the vancouver location and vote for Kincaide
Also, please repost this in your own journals, just pass it along we need EVERY SINGLE VOTE we can get
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| Monday, December 5th, 2005
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10:59 pm - Do robots really eat bunnies?
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Yes, yes they do. I hope to see ALL OF YOU at this show. If you get an advanced ticket from anyone in the band (or tell me you want an advanced ticket as they are cheaper for you Toronto people *cough CHRISTINA cough*) you can also get an advanced CD for only $5 more (that's half the actual price).
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| Thursday, November 24th, 2005
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1:11 am
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filler cuz i enjoy your commentyness and don't want to lose it which would happen if i delete this entry
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| Sunday, October 23rd, 2005
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1:23 am - snapshot
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for the past two years i haven't been able to put my clothes away, they have spent their entire time in a laundry hampster on top of a dryer simply because i do not have a big enough room for a closet or any other "thing" to hold clothes in, why have i chosen to live in such a small area, so that i could have a second room in this house for my band to practice in, about three weeks ago i was kindly asked to move my band into Kohji's garage as we had been planning to do so, now i can understand the problems of living with a band and agreed to do so, i also thought that since i now no longer used this other space my rent might decrease, that has not happened, i live in a 12x6 room in the basement (i am pushing 6 feet), you stick a bed that fits me in that room, and a desk to do my work the space decreases dramatically, i decided to look at it, i have 12 square feet of space to move in my room, and in that 12 square feet i have a chair so i can work on my computer, when do i get to full stretch out without touching a wall? when i lie on an angle across my bed or now when i sleep at my girlfriend's, so for over a year i haven't had a chance to lie out straight, but really that's not too bad, sure pulling clothes out of a basket every day sucks and i really want to stretch out but i will one day, as for the rest of my life, well as we all know i am hella busy and live on one of the most fucked up schedules ever, i work shift work, 'cepts i don't get paid, i'm a volunteer, i play in a band, which i love, and wish i could spend all my time doing, i try and do well in skool, and i work two jobs, so what am i doing right now? well i'm finishing up my third load of laundry to i can have some clothes to last me, and i'm contemplating what to eat for dinner, yes it's 1:30am, and worst of all i never get to see my housemates, i'm either running an EFRT shift, drumming (either pracitce, a show, or for the past two weeks in the studio), rushing late to work, catching up on skool work i didn't know i had, or maybe getting a night to head over to the g/f's at good ol' 2 in the morning cuz that's usually the only time i have free, so the one day i get in two weeks to actually chill with them i find awesome, i got one of those nights last night, i was going to drum at 5, and then to see a movie with Eliza at 9, so that gave me some extra time, and two of my housemates wanted to go out for dinner, i thought that was excellent and asked if we could join, so we called ahead and asked for a table for 4 at 7, as the restaurant was in Burlington and we would need that time to get back in time for the movie (this is the first chance i've had to go out at a normal time since Sept 3) so at 6:30 they pull up in front of Kohji's garage to pick me and Eliza up and inform us that they're early cuz 4 more people have joined the group and now we might have trouble getting a table right away (a slight understatment) so we get to the restaurant, and are informed that to get a talbe to fit 8 people it will be at least an hour.. yeah, so i find out that the other 4 had shown up 15 min before we were going to go and got added on to the plans, and we had already had the discussion that a) we had to eat right at 7 and b) the place was going to be fucking packed, so common sense dictates that by adding an extra 4 people we will not eat at 7, or anywhere near then for that matter, so i don't get to spend the night with the housemates, which just well it sucks, cuz it feels like they chose the other four over us two, anyways that's just ramblings, basically this Tuesday we have to say whether or not we want to sign the contract for next year, so here's the choice i'm faced with, do i want to keep paying 370 dollars to live in a room that i spend maybe three hours a day in, sleep in usually twice a week and can't even stretch out in let alone keep my clothes in, or do i not sign and find a new place next year, hopefully closer to campus, maybe a touch cheaper, or at least more adequate for the price
ok so maybe my bitterness did fester
current mood:  bitter
current music: This Year's Most Open Heart Break - Funeral for a Friend
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12:33 am - see i still do this
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... yeah not regularily, but come on when it's the first time i've done laundry in three weeks you can see how the LJ becomes slightly less important, so what have i been doing you might ask? you all said no didn't you, fuckers, just out of spite i will tell you anyways, so i have managed to trudge through the ass load of work skool has thrown at me, with little a complication, well 'cepts one, in my immu midterm, which raises the question "have you ever been morally offended by an immu TA?" cuz i sure have, during my midterm the TA came over to me and said "you have to move over a seat and DO NOT look at other people's papers" now that would have been ok if there hadn't been a few things going on;
1. i was NOT looking at anyone else's paper
2. she had no proof that i was or she would have kicked me out
3. she used the most insulting, bitchiest, i am better than you tone of voice i have ever heard (this was backed up by the friend i was sitting beside and "cheating" off of)
4. i was surrounded by my friends, so not only did she insult me, she did it in front of all my friends in a scenario i could not defend myself in
and i'll just leave it at that, i talked to one of my friends after who works quazi with her, turns out she is the world's biggest bitch and he had tried to warn everyone he knew in immu about her, anyways he found out that they did set my test aside, but still marked it the same, you know why it got marked the same, CUZ I DIDN'T CHEAT!! anyways, i'm over that, i'll just try to sit in a fucking corner by myself next midterm, let her call me a cheater then, as for the rest of my life, well holding.sky went into studios two weeks ago, and laid down 6 SOLID tracks, we are all very pumped, we edit and mix on the 1st and 2nd of Nov and if all goes well we will be handing out some samples right after, and then on DECEMBER 16th (write that down) we have our CD RELEASE party at THE UNDERGROUND, but i must say studio = uber fun, which of course makes it even harder to concentrate on skool, i did hand in my med skool apps though, you know back up, anyways my life has been busy, so i have been busy, but things may calm for a week or so as i try and get shows set up and everything, it's just very hard with everything else i have to do, i get to see Les Mis soon and a Leaf's game, which makes me happy, we got new rookies on EFRT, FINALLY, that has also been taking up a serious chunk of my time, the first two months back to skool are always insane, geesh, and then i get bitter, but i'm over the bitterness, tomorrow is band practice, it will be rocking we have moved into the new place, drop by Sundays between 5 and 10 if you ever feel like it, and no i won't post it here, if you don't know ask me in person, and if you don't know me in person why would you be dropping by? odd
p.s. i want to go to Muskoka, yeah you know i'm talking to you
current mood:  tired
current music: Lip Gloss and Black - Atreyu
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| Saturday, September 24th, 2005
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3:46 am - using it as a planer again
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Saturday: get FOOD, shift at 6, med apps, tutorial assignment
Sunday: off shift at 10, sleep?, band at 5, meeting 8-9, band, homework
Monday: work 8:30 to 10:00, thrombosis discussion 12:30 to 1:30, class 2:30 to 5:30, drum, tutorial work, read
Tuesday: tutorial 9:30 - 11:30, drum, work 2-3:30, class 4:30 to 5:30, class 7-9, break
Wednesday: start essay and immu assignment, class 4:30-5:30, shift
Thursday: off shift at 9:20, work 2-3, class 3:30-? show, sound check at 6 in TO
Friday: work 9-10, hand in interventions assignment, class 4:30 - 5:30, EFRT orientation
Saturday: work 7-6:30, homework
Sunday: EFRT orientation, band, read
Monday: work 8:00-12:15, class 2:30-5:30
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| Tuesday, August 30th, 2005
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9:41 am - words of wisdom
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http://www.megagamerz.com/archive/050623.html
http://www.megagamerz.com/archive/050809.html
there are more, but i only do so much work for you, find your own wisdom
and i am intrigued by this band, but as i am at work i cannot listen to them so all i can do is be intrigued, if you listen to them and they suck please warn me http://www.cakerecords.com/mfic.html my time could be precious one day
that is all for now, i am bitter for my coworkers are very.... dumb
phrase of the day "i haven't been able to print on the new printer since it was hooked up, do i have to switch my computer to that printer?" (note: this was a full day after the printer was hooked up, i.e. she had tried to print at least 40 different items)
go forth and multiple
current music: NATHING
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| Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005
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9:03 am
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i get this urge to post pictures in my LJ cuz i enjoy pictures, but i don't have a camera and never take pictures, so i guess that means i have an urge to get a camera, but i don't know how to use a camera, i can only use it like a gun, point and click, and you know guns just make a mess of everything, i haven't posted for a while, that's cuz i'm working, it's not exciting, if you really want to know what i do you can ask me, today everyone excepts for the secretary is at staff training, so i'm killing time, we would have watched a movie, but the temp who's replacing the secretary is here, and yeah.... anyways, instead i'm typing cuz this sounds like work *clickity click click* i wonder which key makes the clickity, maybe it's a combination of keys, this weekend we might fix up Kohji's garage, you know, put in a ceiling and insulate it, it will be so nice to move, we also wrote a new song, ben's calling it Shirts vs Blouses, i enjoy the song, and the title, although we're going to add another part, today when i was walking to work i saw Jordan, i wanted to say hi, but i was late, as i crossed the street some guy rolled down his window and yelled at me to pull up my pants, some of you will understand why i found that such a piss off today, why does this random guy in a car care about how i wear my pants, i am very confused, when he drives past a bum does he say stop begging, does he have the answers to world peace? maybe i should listen to him and if my pants are raised an inch higher everyone will love, or maybe he's just a jack ass
current mood:  perplexed
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| Tuesday, July 26th, 2005
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11:50 am - why yes... yes i do get bored at work
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| Wednesday, July 13th, 2005
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10:16 pm - meat does NOT go in my sink
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so if you know me these are probably two things you already know... one, i don't eat meat, two i do dishes maybe once a month (i'm male and live alone, give me a break) anyways, there are still three people above me (as some of you know) and they DO eat meat (those sick bastards) tasty tasty meat, anyways the BBQ happens to be on my level, which means when if be BBQ'ing time everyone comes down, and they tend to borrow my flipper, which is actually Chris' flipper, but she's in Australia and it's here, ANYWAYS we use the same flipper, but i usually use it first, cuz i'm the one who fires up the BBQ, i do diverge, so about 2..ish weeks ago the flipper was used to cook this meat thing and then deposited back into my sink, now silly ol' me thought nothing of it (and more didn't realize that it had been stuck back in with the wonderful meaty-ness still on it) so there it sat for a week until i decided to BBQ again and rescued it and cleaned it off, but not before it deposited some of its essence into my sink, leaving a ... curious odour, but who am i to complain, so i let it be, and the odour slowly vanished (like in 5min) and all was good, cepts if i let water hit the area and stir things up, then it's back with vengence, so i came to a decision during this weekend, and that was i shall do dishes next weekend as long as i'm back from London in time (p.s. show in London, July 16 at 9:00 at the Embassy, $5.00), so this morning rolls around and after showering i head to the sink like i always do to rescue my blender and blending cup to make breakfast, now as i look into the sink i'm greeted by this
now you see why meat does not go in my sink, oh and just to help you out, these pictures were actually taken after work, it wasn't floating this morning, it is now, i don't question, and yes it's still there, like i said i'm doing dishes this weekend
you may judge me..... now
current music: It's Dylan You Know the Drill - Boys Night Out
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| Monday, May 30th, 2005
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2:15 am - period blood and used wax strips
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i love garbage day, i live in a basement all by myself and still, i just don't question, i just let it be, bah my minds been on overdrive this past while, so much, but i just don't know, again the topic of drugs and such have come up, it always does in one way or another, at least with the life i live, i don't think i've ever fully explained why i've chosen to do what i do, it gets really hard though, like i don't want to drink, i could care less about alcohol, personally i don't find the idea of being drunk that attractive, although.... i'll get into that later, but like smoking and drugs, gah, you have no idea how badly i wish i did, but i can't, like besides the stupid reasons i made up when i was a kid before life actually happened, i'm afraid to, i'm afraid of not being in control, i'm afraid of liking it too much, i'm afraid of getting attached to that feeling of not really being there, i don't want that, i don't want to enjoy half life, and besides that there's just the rest of it, drugs have hurt me so much, and i've never touched them, i can't really put it into words that describe it, just i don't even know what to say, and i flash back everytime, everytime anyone mentions them and i don't know why, but i'm that kid again, and i just feel the pain, and my stomach drops, and you know what, it's that feeling that makes me wish i did them, and you know what, i also feel that peer pressure, i really do feel left out, it's like being that kid who couldn't get into the bar, excepts i am in it, but i'm not, you know sitting at a table with your friends and being a stranger, it's the escape that i want, and the escape that i fear, i want to be included, but i don't want to have to do that to be included, i just want the experience, you know the label, the phrase straightedge, whatever the fuck that means, is like wearing a fucking anchor around my neck, what happens if i get over this and want to have a smoke, like am i not me anymore? i just feel so lost, and i feel that pain, see even when i bring it up, i feel that pain, and that lonelyness, the watching you fall away, into your chemical bliss, not knowing what you're feeling, and then betrayal, and pain, and loss, you know what's even worse, i think if i just said screw this and pass me a joint, it would be worse, i'm at the high point and it feels like you just died
current mood:  like you just died
current music: The Only Medicine - Scary Kids Scaring Kids
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| Tuesday, May 24th, 2005
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11:08 pm - life fights dirty
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nothing like being kicked while you're down, i finally got a job interview it's tomorrow at ten, then i found out that this place is another sketch land, yay, i'm going to go anyways, but i just don't know, nothing seems to make sense anymore, i keep going through my accounts in my head, and i don't know how i can make ends meet, if i don't have a job by friday i'm going down to Timmy's, that's it, i just don't know what to do anymore, it seems when everyone left this weekend my spirit went with you, i just want to crawl into my bed and have someone hold me and tell me that it will be ok, but it won't, even if i get a job now i won't have the money to cover all my rent for this year let alone food, or bills, i want to go throw up
current mood: depressed
current music: Going for the Gold - Bright Eyes
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| Monday, May 16th, 2005
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2:00 pm - and the job fuck continues
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so today i call Second Cup since they told me they really liked my resume and would call me around Friday last week and guess what? they're not hiring why can't people tell you this you know when you hand off your resume, or the first time you call, or even the second time you call, gah, but then i get an e-mail back from another job that i had just head about, and they ask for me to resend my resume and what i'm doing today and tomorrow, so i do it asap, and i just got a reply saying thanks for the quick response but we're postponing the job until June so we'll e-mail you then if we still need someone, gah, and no sound from anywhere else, i hate Mondays
current mood: crushed
current music: Closer - NIN
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| Sunday, May 15th, 2005
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1:40 am - cleaning part 1
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yes i have finally started the great tast of cleaning my shit hole, the room is almost done just have to get rid of this protective coating n everything, some of you may know it better as dust, also part of my cleaning extravaganza included the fridge as both my housemates decided to leave and not take any of their food, i have to remember to thank them, so anyways i start the fridge at about 1am, cuz well that's when i do things, and really how bad could it be? i already tossed the bad milk and the moldy chicken (i'm talking an entire chicken here folks, bones and everything, with about a quarter eaten out of it) so anyways i get through the top two shelves not too badly, although i find some fruit dip that expired Nov 2004 and figure out that one of my housemates has a facination with vegetable dip, now this facination is very interesting, you see i don't know if it's just the tubs or what, cuz there were about 7 of them in there, some still full of dip and some empty and some half eaten, and one still sealed, what it seems is that my friend will buy a vegetable dip and when it goes bad get a new one, makes sense, 'cepts she (i live with two girls) doesn't dispose of the old one, it just stays there, mmm, there were also a few other random containers, i opened one, after that the rest just got thrown out. then i made it to the bottom shelf, the shelf that until last week had been home to the chicken, but i'm thinking its safe, anyways after i peel the random tuberware off the old frozen blueberry tuperware i realized i was sadly mistaken, i then proceed to peel this off the fridge, something, had evolved into a liquid, a liquid bent on absorbing everything in the fridge and thus the lower layer of shit (that's what it was now) was nicely adhered to the fridge, but i finally got through that and all that was left was one bag, suspicious? yes, inside this bag was a tuperware, clear though so i could see through, i'm not sure what i saw, i don't think anyone should have had to see it, that met the garbage, there was also a good chunk of rotten vegetable and fruit in the crispers, but that's a combination of us all, although to give us a break i was afraid to touch the crispers after about two months, since the bottom level of the fridge (this also doubles as the top of the crisper drawers) seemed to already be alive by that time, but the fridge is now clean (yes i used bleach at certain points), this means tomorrow i must tackle the freezer, i don't think it will be as bad, but it will be very random, bah, annoyance, ah well, i found some grapes, they seem alright, i'm eating them now
current mood: bewildered
current music: Art is Hard - Cursive
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| Friday, May 13th, 2005
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3:40 pm - the anger, it fills me, and it is not neat
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so as we all know i am an unemployeed bum, but this week was looking good, in fact so good it seemed almost impossible for me not to have a job at the start of next week, well... yeah, so lets start with the Kung-fu skool, these guys gave me less than 48hrs notice of the first job interview, which happened to be at 11:30am on Wednesday, but i was going to be in TO, so i had to change my plans a bit and ensure that i got up nice and early to catch a Go Bus and get in. At the end of that interview they told me there would be two more, Thursday at 11:30 til 2:30 and Friday at 5 until 6. But i'm volunteering for EFRT on both of those days, well shit. So i made some made e-mails and beg people, and i get the time off, so i go in on Thursday, train for 2.5 hours and the two of us are told to call around 3 on Friday to confirm that we are coming in. So today at 2:50 i call, and get the assistant. I ask for Master Sparrow, and the assistant says i'm sorry he's at another skool he'll be in around 4:00 and then he asks if he can take a message. I say ok, and tell him that it's bourke calling to confirm for tonight, and the assistant goes oh that won't be necessary, the position has been filled. i say ....ok, umm will Msater Sparrow be contacting us to talk to us about this. the assistant says no, he was just told to give me this message, but they will keep my resume on file. End. so there i am standing dumb-founded with the phone, i have no clue who got the job, i can't believe it was the other black belt i was working with, i was in much better shape than him and learned all the material way faster (sorry but it's true, he couldn't remember the english names since he learned karate in Japanese), but i am really pissed off that they didn't have the common curtosy to talk to me. like what is that, just leaving a message after i have given 5hrs of my time for no pay. changed around my schedule, my life, paid bus fare to get there. come on, that's so fucking rude, i can't even describe. Well that's job one, and the major source of my anger. job 2 the corrosion plant, i don't even want this job, but i need to be working. they said they would call within a week, i don't know if that means a business week, which would mean today, or a 7 day week, which gives them til Monday, but anyways i've heard nothing and have no phone number to contact them at. job 3, budget rent a car, dropped off a resume wednesday, they said they would call mid next week so who knows. job 4, Second Cup, the one job that i'm sort of interested in, said they would call at the end of this week, so i just called them, turns out the manager who has my resume won't be back in until Monday morning so i have to wait and call then, COME ON. and that would be that, 4 leads, no work, but here's hoping. now i think i'll go play with fire near that kung-fu skool, let's see what happens
current mood: angry
current music: Closer - NIN
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