This isn't my story, or her story, it's our story.

It's been a while...

It certainly has been a while since I posted on here. It seems I had a bit of a writer's block. Looking back at the things I was posting about in July though, things have only continued.

My life is confusing right now.  There's a lot going on.. A lot of reasonless hate.
That's probably my least favourite thing to hear about: "reasonless hate"

I don't know why, but I've been a prime target for bullying lately.  It's awful, and I'm literally left with no friends. I'm not enjoying my grad year, and it's really unfortunate. I guess the main problem is that I really don't care.

As weird as it may seem, I've broken it down to just that. There's so much activity and stress and people would rather focus on what other people are doing than what they are doing with their own lives. Because I appear to not care about all of it, it's making people say more. I dunno, to be honest with you I don't really wanna waste my time writing about it, because like I said, I actually don't care.

I just feel like all these petty little problems people are coming up with aren't going to matter the slightest bit in the scale of my life, and I don't want to spend a single more moment thinking about it.

Unfortunately, that's all I can think about. It makes me really mad. I'm not mad because I'm being targeted... I kinda like having a little edge, but I'm really mad that it happens. I know that I'm a really strong person, and that I can handle a significant amount of ridicule. I like me. I'm not depressed, I'm just frustrated with how the world is working.

I think a while ago I posted a poem called Acrimonious.. The idea still floats in my mind and here's a revised version:

Ambling down the frost bitten streets 

at nightfall I see preposterous light. 

The streetlights show dead bugs 

with snow whistling past

and the reflection of a sombre world in the glass.

I beg, dehydrated, for flora and fauna

My knees scraped on pavement 

and my eyes catching fire,

I am passionate.

but they glisten, hazed by corrupt flames

burning society and dignity.

Why do you, specifically, have to be so merciless?

I have so many questions

with so few answers.

I've really been in to spoken word poetry and stuff.. I think that I'm going to start blogging more again. It's a good place to put some of my work I think and maybe I'll get my creative process rolling again.

We'll see what happens, I'm sure I'll post more again tonight. Now that my fingers are rolling across this keyboard I wanna keep going. 

Talk soon, 

xoxo

Spokane

I'm going to Spokane for the weekend to look at fixtures, flooring and other miscellaneous items for our new house.

... Can't wait ...

At least our hotel has a workout room and pool.

Maybe something adventurous will happen. I'll keep you posted.

In the meantime, I leave you with this:

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An Arbitrary Post

I like this song. I don't have a reason why.

I don't like when people mock people like this. Let her sing, she obviously enjoys it.

Those are links if you didn't notice.
I missed posting between 1 and 5 am. So I thought I would today. 

I don't understand why or how people can be mean. Like, I get that sometimes, people are just mean unknowingly and don't think before they talk, but I'm talking genuinely malicious.

I don't understand a lot of things these days... I've got a long life to live before I figure it all out though.
What's the rush?

I love love. Now, if only I could find some, anywhere in this world.

Don't Regret But Never Forget.

Exactly what the title says.
Live with no regrets. Shit happens.
I'm so sick of melodramatics. High school conflicts are so insignificant in the scale of life it isn't worth a bit of my time to think or stress over them. I think that's why a lot of them seem to revolve around me.. because I just couldn't care less. Maybe I'm just a conflicting, incompatible person. Maybe I'm crazy.
I don't think so obviously, but maybe I am. I'm not just always going to point fingers and blame everyone else.
What's never made sense to me though were rumours. I can't fathom how someone could just initiate the circulation of a story, knowingly trying to "ruin someone else's life".  No one is going to ruin my life by starting a rumour that I cheated on someone, or that my goals for the summer consist of acquiring a certain sum of "notches". I'm so beyond caring about any of it that I find it humorous, which really is a downfall because my "I don't give a shit, life sucks then you die" attitude makes people either believe whatever is said more, or makes them angry because they cannot rile me up, so they trash talk more.
Never in my life have I sat at home and pondered about what I could say about someone in order to cause them heartache. Like I've said in previous posts, seeing happy makes me happy. I don't wish heartache, misfortune or unfavourable conditions upon anyone. It doesn't make sense to me.
Hatred is a weird thing.
When something happens though, I'm all for just ignoring it these days. Once something has happened, it's over. There's nothing you can do about it, as it's in the past, and the only thing you can control is yourself once it has. There's no point in worrying about anything that has happened, in my eyes.
However, I don't think that you should forget anything that has happened either. History can and will repeat itself and everyone should learn from everyone's mistakes.
Best wishes in your life endeavours, world.

highschool.

I love to change my blog.

If you haven't noticed, I love playing around with my blog's layout  colours.
Look at all the cool stuff I am figuring out how to do. 
Click me!
OK now THAT is cool.
I look forward to putting my new post editor app. and blogging skills to use.

Gute Nacht

Seeing Happy Makes Me Happy

It's a weird feeling. I'm very sympathetic/empathetic and at times it's wonderful, but at other times, I feel like it's a downfall.

When I see someone who's genuinely happy, I can't help but smile. When I see someone who's genuinely hurting, I can't help but hurt. When I say someone, I mean anyone.

For instance, I saw a girl my ex-boyfriend cheated on me with. After we dated for nearly 2 years he slept with her and they both lied straight to my face about it for a long time.. That's not the point though. One day I saw her and she was crying in the bathroom at school, I couldn't help that my heart totally sunk and I had to ask what was wrong and give her a hug. We still aren't friends, and I still don't particularly fancy her, but this was just shortly after she fucked me over hard and I was still very angry. Sometimes I wish I could just turn a cold shoulder.

Jordan makes me happy.

Anyways, I'm home sick today, and feeling pretty low, so I decided to google "happy people" and maybe put a smile on my face.

Look what I found!

http://www.sohp.com/

"The Secret Society of Happy People"

How great is that?!

Happiness happens.

Embrace it.

THIS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsBZVINtGk4&feature=channel

Here's a little more of the girl I posted last time. I really like that she doesn't just paint, she uses creative things to make her art. In another video, she makes a portrait of Lady Gaga out of broken heart-shaped suckers.

On another note...

Buy Fair Trade to support local economies in developing countries and help bring down corporations that make it impossible for good people, farmers, and producers to have a position in the global marketplace. It focuses particularly on exports from developing countries, to developed countries. Especially handicrafts, coffee, cocoa, sugar, tea, bananas, honey, cotton, wine, fresh fruit, chocolate and flowers are sold and Fair Trade sold approximately 4.1 billion dollars worth worldwide in 2008.

This is the Fair Trade certification mark. If you see it on something, get it!!!!!!!

I really think Fair Trade is a wonderful movement. It's about time someone promoted trade justice internationally. Something has to be done with all the poverty, and it must be quite empowering for the producers involved.

My Weekend.

I had a most eventful weekend! I'm so pooched though, and starting to get sick. I might just have to take the option on school tomorrow so I can be ready for this coming weekend!

I don't know why my typing is blue, or underlined, or both, fyi.

Here's some great shots from the weekend:

This is Roy. He is a dork!

This is Forecaster. I call him Fork/Forky for short, and he's an even bigger dork.

I was really excited to see Jordan on Friday, and had biology last block. These are my notes about "Sexual Encounters of the Floral Kind" I was really not paying attention.

These are Ella's biology notes. At least I made an attempt!

Have I ever mentioned I do not eat healthy? This is what Jackie and I got in spare Friday. It was a good day, let me tell you.

After Jordan's grad party Saturday we went to the Villagers. Raine was a crab.

Sarah bought Plan B from this machine.

Sarah and I were looking at pictures from the 6th Annual Villagers Golf Tournament, and noticed in the cabinet next to them there was some fish porn. We got really excited, and called Micah over. Micah got as wet and slippery as the fish in the pictures from looking at it.

The three of us (Micah, Sarah and I) stole a picture from the fish porn stash! We ripped it into 3 pieces so we could each have a keepsake. I got the head of the fish ;)

When we were leaving, I walked through the door on the left.. or tried to. For some reason, I didn't want to put my hands in front of myself to open the door, so I just used my body. Turns out, that door happened to be locked and you had to use the other. Sarah loved it.

:)

Today, Ella and I went to watch Jordan's soccer team vs. Josh's soccer team at Mazzocchi Park in BV. At halftime, we ventured to the suspension bridge, and while we crossed it Ella was singing "I-I-I can make your bridge rock"

I tried vaulting this weeken....I'm sorry about this stupid font being underlined I just cannot figure it out. UGH!

Anways. I tried vaulting on horseback this weekend. It's like gymnastics on horseback. It looks a lot easier than it is and I absolutely have a new respect for people who compete in it. Luckily, I've done a lot of riding and have pretty good balance when it comes to that stuff. I could do most of the tricks I learned, except the shoulder stand, since my shoulder remains pretty injured.

I follow this girl on youtube and she does some really cool artsy stuff, and talks about some really interesting things. She's also hilarious! Check her out!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6RCkyzlvSU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzdzHIi488k

Eyeball Licking..

I looked at my phone's notepad and saw a note titled 'Reminder' so I opened it and it read, "Blog about licking eyeballs!"

So this is me, doing that I told myself to do?

My story about eyeball licking:

As the 3rd eldest of 12 cousins, I was left in charge of the younger ones frequently.

I liked to lick their eyes.

One day, I liked a boy and he liked me and we were hanging out, watching a movie. It was cool, things were going well and we were hitting it off. Unfortunately, I found myself abnormally comfortable around him and when I'm like that around people they usually find out fairly quick that I'm pretty weird.

I have random thoughts; things jump into my mind, and I generally speaking blurt them out.

I told him about my prior eyeball licking endeavours and asked what he would do if I licked his eyeball.

That ended quick.

I'm so smooth and sure know how to woo boys hey?

Will blog more later

Music Sampling/Remakes

Personally, I get really annoyed when a new artist samples a older, great song or remakes it into a dirty mod-pop song.

I think it's cool that they can do that, and I know that the original artist does have to give their permission on their terms, but I don't think it's cool when a bunch of little girls run around saying, "omgomgomg Karl Wolf is sew hawt I luv that song Africa! He iz sew talented"

No girls, Toto wrote that song.. in 1982.

Karl Wolf made a nice tune and is a good musician, I guess, but what I hate it how he kind of butchered the meaningfulness of it.

Watch Toto's video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCca5mPMp9A

Now watch Karl Wolf's video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lOoId21B1Q&feature=related

The worst thing is when they don't believe you that someone else wrote it! People can be so ignorant.

However, I can't deny that I love dubstep remixes

(see: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUluIUPfxVo about a minute in when it hits the remixed part it's siiick)

I also love in rap/hip-hop music when artists sample old music/piano loops. Classified does an excellent job of it and in his song 'Beatin' It' there's an unreal example.

Classified's Beatin' It : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mM4WKMSVMVQ

If you're going to listen to a whole song on any of the videos I've linked you to in this post, make it be Beatin' It. It's really cool, and I love Classified.

What Jason Derulo did with Imogen Heap's 'Hide And Seek' was pretty cool too. I'm not a super fan of 'Whatcha Say' but it seems to be a pretty popular song.

I guess this post was kind of erratic, and I apologize.

Jordan

is wonderful :)

Today, me and my boyfriend broke up..

So I went quadding with my brother and his good friend Cody. Cody's girlfriend, Tanya, also came.

What started as an awful day, turned out to be an amazing day of a 55 km long adventure.

Yup, 55 km.

Here's the first picture from the day:

My brother just bought this 1978 bike. It's in

mint condition and runs great! I love it.

As you can see, we did as the mexicans would and put a crate on the back to put a cooler with some budweiser in it.

Our first stop

Our second stop

This is up at the third lake at Champion today.

It was beautiful. We were sure it would be packed.

However, there wasn't a soul in sight.

I saw a loon, and lots of fish jumping very high.

We also saw 4 deer and two moose today.

I love nature.

This is my brother, Tom.

Have I ever told you how much I adore him?

Even when he throws trail mix at me when I'm trying to take a nice picture of him.

Yes, he's wearing a

cut off Harley Davidson tee.

He's the fucking man, and everybody should know it.

"The rigs"

On our way back form Champion Lakes, we ended up on the wrong side of the mountain from where we live and found this truck. The registration expired in April '04 so it had been there 6 years we figure. It was waaay back in the woods and we have no idea what it was doing there. It was fun to explore it though. Unfortunately, we didn't find much but a fire extinguisher that didn't work :(

Did I mention how much I look up to my brother?

He's my hero. He's always been my hero.

He probably always will be.

Check him out online at www.tomsamulak.com

Oh also, real quick. I think the three of you (Jeff, Raine and Jordan.. but probably just Jeff because I don't think Raine's a regular and Jordan only skims through my blogging for his own name.. in which case, JORDAN O'HARA YOU SHOULD READ THIS) should check out this band. They make some neat music and you can download their entire album, Planet Music, for free off their website, which is something you should do.

"Downtown" is my favourite song. They're going to be touring BC this summer, and if you're not busy, check them out! These guys are great!

www.satorilifemusic.com

Here's "Downtown" on youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PmOnNwa6QyA&feature=player_embedded#!

See you!

P.S. I think I'm getting better at this blogging thing! I made 3 links on this post, and formatted the pictures to different locations let alone the fact that I managed to load multiple pictures on to one post! Wow! Kudos, Claire! Thanks, Claire!

Is it weird I just gave myself a high five?

Lifeless

Have you ever felt lifeless?

It sucks.

Konnichiwa, bitches

Thanks to you, Jeff, I couldn't sleep. It's 2:15 am and time for a photo story!

This picture was taken in October of 2008. I was 15 years old, and spending two weeks in Japan on a home-stay with my friend, Tayla (as seen above on right).

Japan as a whole came with tonnes of stories, in which I'm sure I'll cover throughout my blogging endeavours. However, this particular picture makes me think of something specifically hilarious.

First thing's first, I'll straighten something up really quickly for you. Yes, that is a giant, hello kitty head we're kissing. It's actually a bedside table!

Tayla and I lived with two different families, each for a week. We, of all the people that went, managed to get the two families that had nobody that could speak a word of english. At first we thought we were screwed, but really, we learned a lot from them, and it was a great experience learning to communicate without words. We became really close to our families that way.

Our second family seemed totally normal. Generally speaking, they were.. except onnneee little thing. The 50-something year old couple has a serious obsession with hello kitty. Now, I'm not sure if it was just the woman who was obsessed... but the man clearly condoned it, seeing as the house was filled with hello kitty ornamentation. Toilet seat covers, toilet paper covers, knick-knacks, calendars, slippers, wall hangings, plates, seat covers, purses... Everything piece of hello kitty paraphernalia you could thing of, they had.

Not only was it in their house, but in their car, too! "Phone charms" are all the rage in Japan, and on each of the handles above the doors of the vehicle hung seven carefully placed phone charms (hello kitty of course) and no two were the same! Yes, we checked.

In the seat pockets, there was hello kitty stuffed animals; there was a hello kitty blanket in the back seat and stuffies were even tucked into the glove box/dashboard area. Of course there was hello kitty seat covers, a hello kitty rear view mirror cover, and a steering wheel cover.

Tayla and I made numerous facetious videos about it, and when I get them on to this computer I'll be sure to share.

I've got more stories about this family, remind me.

See you soon Jordan?

Raine, you're still the man. Happy birthday, yesterday! :) Hope you had a fantastic day.

Jeff, why were you wondering about my spare?

I would appreciate it if you replied to my wall post.

Or maybe got a cell phone?

peace and love, but don't forget

fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new

Quatchi Gets Jiggy On The Bus

Here's just a quick video I found on my computer.

Thought it was funny, so I figured I'd share.

Meet Quatchi. I paid 40$ for this soft, Vancouver 2010 Olympics mascot.

He's one of my favourite friends and me and Anne like making him dance when we go out of town on basketball trips.

He is also comfortable to sleep on.

I like him because I believe in sasquatch.

But that's for another post. ;)

Media is a word that has come to mean bad journalism

Who cares?

Why does it matter?

Why do people waste so much time talking about other peoples lives?

Why do people waste so much time reading about other peoples lives?

Why do people waste so much time being concerned with what other people are doing with their lives?

Why does it matter?

Who cares?

Remember the story of this guy last August?

He wanted to live in Beverly Hills, roll like a celebrity.

This man got on a reality show, almost won some Playmate's heart on VH1, got the boot, moved to Vegas, and married the girl in that picture within 24 hours of meeting her.

A few months later, she was found dead, her naked body stuffed in a suitcase and tossed into a dumpster, with her fingers and teeth removed.

The media immediately amplified the news around the world, and anybody who knew him was a primary target.

Things happen, way worse than this, and are never published.

More so, this man was initially not even a suspect. Until the media fabricated the story to make it interesting, everything was fine. Websites like thehollywoodgossip.com and tmz.com and TV shows like Nancy Grace got all of North America into a panic, and he was charged with murder.

He was scared, naturally, and ran. Within a week or so, he was found in a hotel in Hope, BC, where he hung himself.

He left a last will and testament on his laptop computer, also found in the hotel room, where he never admitted to committing the crime. So, thanks to the media and all the nosy, bloodthirsty people in the world, a potentially innocent man killed himself.

They couldn't stop at that though, nope.

Facebook groups, articles continued. They couldn't get over how this "psychotic murderer" took the coward's way out.

They accused anyone who was related to him and attended his funeral of being inconsiderate, crude people and wished multiple times that he, and anyone in his family would go to and burn in hell.

http://www.tmz.com/2009/11/04/ryan-jenkins-jasmine-fiore-suicide-device-used-on-halloween/

A couple of comments:

"Anyone who kills someone and then hangs themselves before they face up to what they did deserves to be mocked. I think this is hilarious!"

"That F#%&er murdered his lady,chopped her up, cut off her fingers and pulled out her teeth, stuffed her in a suite case and pitched her in a lake or somethig. His death deserves to be made mad fun of. So much F&#k him!"

"This does look like like Ryans dad, and I can tell you what Ryan looks like. He's got burn marks around his neck and his flesh is rotting in hell. I hope his dad joins him one day for making a spectacle of this."

"Boy is it hot here!

Posted at 11:38 PM on Oct 2, 2009 by R Jenkins"

Maybe when that's their second cousin in that position they'll understand.

Fuck the media.

Interred With Their Bones

Since you're building up a list for me of books to read, Jeff, I'd like to suggest this one to you. I recently finished reading it and it's a great book. Lots of literary devices and unexpected twists. I enjoyed it, and if you choose to read it I hope you do too. I'm really into Jacobean/Elizabethan times, and this book deals with that a lot. It's a mystery, about some modern people trying to figure out who Shakespeare was exactly, and potentially finding a lost play.

You've got to keep on top of this one though, or you'll get lost. It's pretty convoluted.

Enjoy!

Photo Stories!

Jeff, your "Backflip of the week" has given me the idea of posting a picture of my worldly adventures and telling a story that goes with it. Some may even be unseen to facebook!

Hopefully I can get all sorts of stories flowing.. happy, sad, angry, funny, the works!

I'll try and do it often :)

Alright, so above we see (left to right) myself, my friend Hannah, and my friend Kristi on St. Patrick's Day Eve 2009 in Dublin, Ireland.

This may have been one of the most eventful nights of my life. I'm sure if I keep this picture/story thing up, you'll hear lots about this trip.

My school offers a trip to different places in Europe every spring break, so in grade 10, I went to Scotland, England, Ireland and Wales. Of course, we had a curfew of 10 pm or something, and were not allowed to roam the streets, as it was a school sanctioned trip.

Our teacher put scotch tape on the outside of our door, and check it in the morning, so if it had been broken, he'd know we snuck out. If we were caught doing that, we would be sent home at our own expense. We heard about this trick from previous students who travelled with Mr. Rosicki and acknowledged it. We had no intention of being sent home, and were good girls the entire trip.

However, our hotels were SHIT, and at about 11:30 on that night, Hannah was checking the locks on the door, and it was kind of broken. The lock would keep spinning, even after it had latched. So, jiggling the handle to be sure it was locked, Hannah accidentally opened the door. Kristi and I were sitting on the beds and instantly looked at one another with a panicked expression yelling, "TAPE!"

All three of us ran into the hallway, glancing around the edges of the door, and we initially thought that it had to have been a fable, made up by the teacher to scare us, as we expected a large piece of duct tape halfway up the door. We sighed with relief, but sure enough Kristi spotted the small piece of scotch tape flapping near the top of the door and our hearts nearly stopped all over again.

We tried phoning the teachers room, but the phones didn't work, so we went up there. He must have been out partying, because we banged and banged on his door with no answer. So, there we were in the hallway of a hotel in Dublin, crying because we all thought we were going to be sent home for going out on St. Patrick's Day Eve, when a 20-something year old Italian man approached us and asked if we were okay. I blurted out everything that had happened like a blubbering fool and all he had to say was "I'm sorry. I don't speak English."

FUCK OUR LIVES. Haha, I tried to explain everything that happened in simple english and used a lot of hand motions. He eventually understood and offered to help by smoothing the tape over. Luckily I had been to Japan and had to live with a family who spoke no English just months before because my hang motion communication skills were pretty sharp.

We went into our room, watched him smooth over the tape through the peephole in the door, and felt easier in our minds. We took pictures holding clocks next to our luggage in our room to prove we were there just in case.

Not long later, Kristi and I were waiting for Hannah to shower and we heard that sound when you tape something to a wall and it crackles and falls because the tape is weak and not very sticky. We panicked thinking the tape was coming off and ran to the door, looking out the peephole. There was Mr. Rosicki! I guess he takes off the tape that night, because he figures we would have gone out by then! We were really scared that he could tell it had come off and been put back on, but he ambled away and just rolled it up and threw it on the ground.

So, we thought it was all over by now and laid there while Hannah showered, windows open, listening to the constant noise that lulled over the whole city that was in party-mode 2.0. On our street alone there was 7 discotheques, one of which was in our hotel. Some of our group had to change rooms in the middle of the night because it was too rowdy. Our room had windows that opened outwards, without a screen, and it went to a roof. We were on the second floor and underneath us was a big meeting room or something, next to the disco. While Kristi and I were sitting there talking, we heard someone or something on the roof! Already traumatized from the earlier events that night, we convinced each other it was the Italian man coming back for us and laid between the beds.

We weren't there for 2 minutes before Hannah came out wrapped in a towel, and looked at us in a pretty puzzled way. She asked what we were doing and we shouted at her to close the window. She asked why and we just shouted at her to close it (she was the oldest after all!) But, she too got scared and jumped on top of us.

Wow this is long. But I'll be happy I did it later in life. I'll look back at my blog and love it, haha.

But anyways, we probably laid there for 20 minutes bickering about who would be the one to close the window and listening to the eerie sounds of someone on the roof. We all managed to get shoes in our hands without going above the edge of the beds, as we were scared to be seen, so on 3, we were supposed to jump up and Kristi would lean out, close the window, and Hannah and I would close the curtains. We counted, and when the procedure was complete, Kristi and I turned to see Hannah still on the ground with two shoes on her face making the "Home Alone" cover face.

Unfortunately, Kristi didn't latch it shut, and the window popped open moments later. Round two, we fixed it, and went to bed.

Officially the scariest night of my life and proof that it's easy to scare one another.

I'm going to go swimming with a cute boy tonight, :)

My other stories probably won't be that long, fyi Jeff and Raine.

And maybe Jordan?

Do I have a new fan?

Squeeee!

FUBMSBN

Acrimonious

As I amble down the streets at nightfall,

I notice just one astonishing thing,

I cannot see past the bright lights at all,

Only the cool, dark skies could heal the sting.

Ashamed I am at my once tiny ville.

I dream of when all was direct and clear.

To see the stars I climb atop a hill.

I jump, surprised to see a little deer.

Lacking fauna is this big concrete world.

The flora so washed out and lost as well.

So many times has my head spun and twirled,

But in this negative mood I shan't dwell.

Although I seem disgruntled and distraught,

To cherish or to neglect is my thought.

Raine's the man.

Meagan and Anne.. Sigh.. Where do I start?

Fuckin skanks.

Raine is a cool dude. He likes me; I like him; We get along.

So tell me, why would people beak a good person?

Does it make you feel good Meagan?

Does it make you feel good Anne?

Now, I'm not going to say hate, but I hate when people are like that.

Gotta go write a driving school exam, see you around.

-fyewbetchmishertbrendknew

4 am?!

I was laying in bed thinking about blogging just now..

odd

I had the following thoughts I had the urge to share:

Cameo GOLD is probably one of the stupidest CDs I ever bought, yet I love it.

Have you heard of the Chemical Brothers? I like to buy music on impulse. I see an interesting cover and buy it to see what I get. The Chemical Brothers was probably my favourite find.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2hzVV2Nwfs

My iTunes includes some very mysterious tracks, such as Satan Gave Me A Taco, and Aphid Manure Heist by Beck.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctTQeTPILI8

If you dug a hole by a grave down 6 feet to where the casket is, and then placed all of my CD collection one on top of another, it would probably be higher than the ground. It might even be the height of the floor to the ceiling of my room. (Yes, I had this exact thought while I was laying in bed..)

The sun is rising.

I guess this is what happens when you eat chocolate chip cookies dipped in cranberry juice before bed, huh?

This is me in the kitchen;

Hmmm we don't have any milk.. but I want cookies really bad and need something to dip them in.. A-ha! (Which reminds me of the song "Take On Me" by A-Ha. Great track) I will just use cranberry juice! This is going to be delicious.. How can I work this into a blog post? Maybe I'll post a picture of this bottle..

Hate to break it to you, but I haven't figured out how to post two pictures in one post yet, and I kinda like the one I already used.

Maybe next time.

Good night moon?

Good morning sunshine?

Goodnight/morning, Jeff.

Goodnight/morning, Raine.

I love

A Capricious Cause.

I genuinely believe I may have the most erratic closet in history.

Am I the only one who goes through style phases like tissue paper?

I guess that's better than how some girls go through boys like tissue paper.

Maybe it's because I don't know who I am yet, or maybe it's because I'm just an erratic person.

Am I impressionable or am I original?

I can't figure out which one it is.

I like to think I'm avant-garde when it comes to fashion.. sometimes?

Sometimes I'll toss on a pair of American Eagle jeans along with a Hollister shirt embroidered with the brand name across my chest because I want to blend in. Other days I'll be wearing a beaded jumper with an indian medicine pouch. Some days I wear whole outfits of Nike or Puma, and others I'll wear t-shirts with "Save The Whales/Earth/Trees/Owls/whateverelseneedssavingthesedays" that are made out of organic material. I also have my SK8R GRL moments, along with my floral dress moments.

Maybe it's because I'm against stereotyping? I don't really belong in a clique. I'm a pretty mutual person.. I like it that way.

My iTunes library is pretty eccentric, too.

Dependant on my mood, I'll listen to everything from Bach to Metallica to Sum 41 to Britney Spears to TLC to Bryan Adams to Collective Soul to Bay City Rollers to Jay Z to Alison Krauss and Union Station to Dj Khaled and Ciara... you get the point. I've got over 3000 songs, and always listen to my music by genre.

Am I weird?

What is weird?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=baRCq3twqww&feature=related

I like this song.

You're Welcome.. For Partying

Well, last night was eventful.. I think?

I don't know how, or why, but I guess I came home last night.. because that's where I woke up this morning.

So, you're welcome!

... for partying.

This is my favourite website.

http://www.bustedtees.com/

I'm sure you'll spend countless hours, and dollars, on there Jeff.

Last night I had an interesting conversation about how my body goes numb when I'm drinking.

Then, I realized that my tongue and lips also go numb because I'm constantly biting and licking them both when I am, trying to see if they're there. I think my tongue swells a little too, but I'm not sure.

Nevertheless, what it seems like is I lose control of my tongue, and usually it ends up in someone else's mouth?

..Ooops.

Juuuust kidding! *Usually* haha but not last night.

Oh god I'm funny.

I had a shirt on that said I beer beer.

The more you drink, the more it seems to make sense.

Jordan O'Hara called me a hooder for wearing it.

So I put on my jacket.

I'm going to ride my horses now. Yesterday I hung out with them and it was nice.

Roy and I laid together and had a nap, and when I visited Forecaster he gnawed on my hair and drooled on my face and leg.

It was a beautiful moment.

Sorry this was lame, thought I'd just pump one out before I proceeded with my day.

I wonder if Raine will read my blog too now..

See ya Jeff!

fumsbn

Youtube Obsession or...?

Today, I noticed I have a few addictions.

I'm not sure if it's an obsessive compulsive thing.. or an addiction.

I can't go to sleep without checking www.lamebook.com, and reading up to the last post I read.

It's just so humorous!

My worst addiction would be youtube.

I have a plethora of videos in my favourites, including Ronnie Coleman doing a 2300 pound record breaking leg press, Steve Nash up the ying yang, comical commercials, music videos, and my latest subscription.. A girl who stacks cups.

What is cup stacking? Well let me tell you, Jeff, it's a pretty neat sport.

This girl holds the world record I think, and she's like 15!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dvyouf7_4G4&playnext_from=TL&videos=nJHn_fVmWDc

Did I mention her celebratory squeals and dances when she sets a new record are not only laughable but delightful?

Oh, and if you are in need of gratuitous amounts of energy, check this out!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRuNxHqwazs&playnext_from=TL&videos=AM1CdOYPHBc

I also recently learned that you can generate profit from getting certain amounts of views on your youtube videos.

My brother recently got the green light from youtube for this video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kr_54FXnJCQ

So I thought I'd give it a try:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PG0L6B4GoIo

If you didn't notice, my video editing skills are atrocious, and my blogging skills quite pathetic.. But I'm working on it!

Today I went to Gyro Park and saw lots of people. I bought a frisbee and flying disc, along with a shotglass for Melissa's sister, Jen, that we're giving her before we go to Brodie's Birthday Bash tomorrow!

It's black, and reads, "old: (adj.) aged, having lived or existed long. slang; fogey, codger, ancient, over the hill, dinosaur."

Think she'll like it? I do.

Oh yeah, and by lots of people, I mean a bunch of really cool people and then Raine Spencer and Meagan Davis romantically laying side by side in the sunshine..

Ohhh how wonderful...

Is it weird that as I'm reading this in my head as I type I actually said that last part in a high, soft, cheerfully gay voice? It was almost british..

See you tomorrow, bitchez.

I have a Children's Wish Foundation Fundraiser during the day so I'll probably get a new shirt and wear it to the party.

If anyone chirps me, I'll say "fuck you, bitch, my shirt brand new!"

except it will probably sound more like, "fuckkyooubitfchhmyshirtzbranndneeeeeeewww"

Penguins think they're so fucking great.

I'm not talking about the hockey team, I'm talking about the bird.

In biology we're learning about birds and stuff.. It's kinda cool I guess. We're dissecting a rat tomorrow.

Anyways, I found this book online, F U Penguin

http://www.amazon.ca/Penguin-Telling-Cute-Animals-Whats/dp/0345518160

Click look inside, Jeff!

It's hilarious, so I'm buying it.

Speaking of hockey though, I'm getting really quite sick of all the playoff stuff.

The dirty playoff 'staches on all the boys HAVE GOT TO GO!

What would I rather watch than hockey on sportsnet? How about the NBA playoffs?!

Suns made the WC finals, if you were wondering.

My friend, Sierra, was wearing a Red Sox shirt today.. it caused a raucous. Peculiar?

According to me,

http://www.bustedtees.com/majorleagueboring

'Nuff said.

I promised I would post a picture of the tattoo I got on my chest, so here it is..

Sorry it's a little revealing.

https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzNvGthe47NW_E7aBq1x6VF4VkvqnGsudRp6IiihfZTUu8S_yFmiGgTcQNlaCtKv8eqr_MUjRgkDxlHIc4BD2PASu74mlv5izNngPZwaABGBg9P2wCzaEOZqKGgiYuV5_tFgcJYXubJyz/s400/horse+tattoo+design.jpg

I clearly adore horses.

My parents still don't know, I've been wearing turtlenecks.

I don't know how I'll hide it in the summer though... or, even wearing most of my shirts..

I didn't think about this until now..

Shit.

I should go............

(|@!®3

(today i was actually wearing a new shirt, and got dresscoded [fml] but i just walked away and muttered "fuck you bitch my shirt brand new")

A Beautiful Tuesday

Hello Country Bumpkin,

Today was a wondrous day.

The sun was out so I skipped photography to dance in the sun.

After school I did a lot of driving school bullshit.

My brother is home, he's awesome!

This weekend there's a lot going on!

I'm not sure what to do Saturday... What do you think, Jeff?

I could go to my friend Alannah's ABC (Anything But Clothes) party;

I could go to Brodie's birthday at the cabin;

I could go camping with some friends.

Short and sweet,

Night!

Post Script, I'd like to go bowling soon.

Post Post Script, fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new.

Goodnight Moon

I got a tattoo on Saturday.

My parents don't know.

I'm dead when they find out.

I'm also hard as fuck.

Unfortunately, certain "friends" are unsupportive and told me they hated it.

Thanks a tonne, bitch.

Joookes! I don't care, I love it!

Tomorrow I have basketball practice with a bunch of 6-foot-something male airheads. I look forward to improving my skills in time for my 3 on 3 tournament this weekend.

Hopefully my team, The Fantastic Four, draws a crowd (that means you, Jeff)

I voted our team be called The Four Skins.. But my teammates weren't on board.

..Jerks.

I'm making this my homepage like I said I would so I blog more often.

Goodnight Moon.