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| the cops are on to me |
| 02.08.04 (1:24 pm) [edit] |
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So yesterday (yes this entry is about yesterday) Ben (no, not druggie Ben who I haven't seen in a long time, a different Ben who lives near me) and I decided that we would go around wandering. Since we are losers, and live in Barrhaven, there aren't too many interesting things to do, but we managed. I wanted to get some prints of some pictures made (that I took with my camera and put on a floppy disk) so we ventured to Walmart where they have a photo delevoper place. There was a convenient little machine that could be used, so I used it. It has this annoying touch screen interface and it asked me a bunch of stupid questions, like, "Why isn't your floppy disk in the drive?" so I put the damn thing in. After a lot of fiddling with the accursed machine, I realized that I couldn't print anything bigger than 4x6. How stupid is that? So this guy is standing behind me, waiting to use the machine, and he's like, "Yo is that thing working?" and of course I'm very mad at the machine because it is being stupid, so I pull out the floppy disk and break it into several pieces and I respond, "Yes... yes it is". I don't think I reassured him. THEN we went to Tim Hortons and Ben drank his hot chocolate for 239 years, because he hates going outside in the cold. THEN we went to Bulk Barn, which is the happening place to be, yo. So we looked at some pig ears, which are surprisingly large, and I bought some candy necklaces. I don't know why. Seriously. THEN we went to the grocery store, the bigass one, and we removed the huge rolled up carpets from the shelves and put them back in backwards. It was perhaps the most rebellious thing I've ever done, I'm sure the cops are on to me and trying to figure out who could commit such a terrible terrible crime. Then we walked back to my house and froze our faces off, and I hit my sister Sarah with pillows, and I came downstairs and saw Ben trying on my sister's leather high heeled boots and I BURST out laughing. I told him if he had any last bit of heterosexuality in him, it was gone now. Then we played Super Smash Bros Melee with my sister, and they (and a level 9 computer player) teamed up against me and I still beat them. It was kinda funny. And yeah THAT was my day. Today all I have done so far is eat soup and watch CSI DVD's. Weehooo.
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| oh no, I started thinking again |
| 02.06.04 (9:03 pm) [edit] |
Thinking is bad for your brain. Seriously kids, it is. Especially about emotions. Emotions will kill you. As I mentioned in a previous entry, I was having fun remembering people from grade eight. The person I remembered the most was this kid Ben Mahar. As I mentioned, he was a very cool kid. He still is. But I was basically his only friend in grade eight, which I recently realized, which made me realize a lot of other things too.
You see, Ben was a very carefree, very happy guy. Then he went to highschool, and he started getting into a wide range of drugs. Up until now, I resented him for that. But he does it because he doesn't really have any friends. (By the way, there are lots of people that do that, they just take drugs because they don't really have anything else to do with their time, and you shouldn't resent them for that. You'd probably do the same in their situation. Sorry for preaching). Ben and I made each other so ecstatically happy back in the good old days. We were just really good friends. I can't help but think if I had gone to Bell, gone to his high school, I could be his friend. I could get him off the drugs, I could make him happy again. And the fact that we go to different schools and that he lives so far away really bothers me. I wish I could just fix his life. I wish I could just make [i]everybody[/i] happy. But I can't. So I spoke to Ben on MSN today, and we had a really good conversation. We reminisced, and we both realized that we had a lot of fun together. And I wish we were friends like we used to be. He's too cool a person to be sad... he doesn't deserve that. I hope someone makes him happy. And that goes for everyone else, everyone should be happy. Or I'll be sad. I can deal with a lot of things that make any normal person sad, but the only thing that really gets me is other people being depressed. So don't be sad, not for yourself, for ME dammit!
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In other news, my World Religions teacher is going back to his retirement status. He's only taught me for a year, but he is such a vastly intelligent, knowledgeable, kind, funny and inspiring man that it really gets to me that he's leaving. I honestly want to be like him. I want to be a history teacher just like him, I want to know all the amazing things he does. And I want him to know that I think he's that amazing, which is why I think I shall make a speech for when he goes away. I don't care who I say it in front of (as long as he is included) but I just want to say it, and noooo one is gonna stop me.
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| LOVE and cookies |
| 02.02.04 (6:22 pm) [edit] |
So today was a deathday for me, because I only slept for three hours last night. WHOOPS. So I was kind of a corpse, but I've been corpsier. I had a supply teacher in math class, and he told us about the Minister of Education's sex life. It was kind of fun. Then I had a spare and had fun recording things i.e.: like 2 minutes of Ryan, Sophie and Nick playing cards. That was wierd. Then I had religions class, and I took some notes/drew pictures of Meagan being smelly. She put the picture in her locker now, cause apparently it CRACKED her up. Then I spent my lunch in the library, playing games on my PDA, and then recording Emily singing (SO funny). I have the file on my computer now, its great. Then I had English, and I sat in the hall and did work, and Gabi visited me and gave me a white chocolate chunk macademia nut cookie (best cookie ever). THEN I had Drama and I had to SING for my goddamn stupid assignment thing. All you have to do is go up and sing 1/3 of a song, but STILL, it is the most terrible thing ever and I hate it and it has NOTHING to do with drama. EVER. Never has there ever been any play or any musical that involves music in any way. Shut up. Anyway, I sang the song love.... or Love, or LOVE, or whatever. The one where it goes, "L is for the way you look at me..." and apparently I was 'good' but I know my schoolchums were secretly lying. Then I had biology, and I had a long chat with Josh about gay people, and 'metrosexuals'. Andy joined in, and talked about girls who hunt down gay guys so they can befriend them. 'Fag hags' if you will. It was pretty funny. Oh Josh, so gay.
Then I took the bus home, and set next to Dan and Caroline, and while he dozed and listened to music we spoke in sign language and talked about his penis while Meagan observed. Then Dan informed us his penis was in fact huge, and we were like, "Oh you" and I secretly wished Dan was gay. Oh me.
*END TRANSMISSION*
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| it's a pirate's life for me |
| 02.01.04 (10:27 pm) [edit] |
Wow, I like, totally started a blogyouguys. Likeomg. I don't know who I'm talking to, but that's okay.
Lately I've been having fun with pirates, I don't really have any idea why. Some might accuse me of being obcessed with Pirates of the CariLegolas, but I've only seen that movie once and I don't have any intention of seeing it numerous times. No, this pirateism comes from somewhere else. I blame Sophie. I was talking with her on MSN about pirates, and we kind of created this wierd little story... we do that a lot. So in conclusion, I am going to have to write a story about the pirate captain Henry Crumb, his navigator (and teddy bear) Mr. Reginald, and his surly, loudmouthed and violent first mate Zofia. Could be fun.
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Speaking of pirates, that Ben Mahar kid always reminded me of pirates. I had a reminiscing episode today, it lasted for quite a while; my family thought I was in a coma. I was remembering the good old grade 8 days with Ben Mahar, and his skull and crossbones single earring. Jesus, he was a funny kid. I remember when he used to randomly latch onto my arm, roll his eyes back in his head and make horrible pterodactyl screeching noises. Shut up, it made me piss myself with laughter. And when he'd go, "Eeee!" while creating chickpea pornography. I never want to forget that. There are so many things I don't want to forget, and for all those interesting people that I've met I wonder what they'll turn out to be like. I'd die if I lost contact with my friends after highschool, I want to see what happens to them, I want to see how they succeed.
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I had gone to Bell Highschool, like my parents had suggested. (Ben goes there now, and he is quite the stoner, or so I'm told). Maybe I'd turn into a stoner just like him, and we'd go around harassing innocent people and being stupid teenage boys. Aww, I'd be such a normal North American boy. What a neat fantasy. I'd be an easy life for me too, considering how I only live with my mother now, and she's pretty easy going. I could steal her booze (or her marijuana) and be a delinquent with my delinquent buddies and get drunk/stoned and talk about pussy. It'd go a little something like this:
[i]Random guy: I like pussy
Ben: Me too
Eric: I like cock
Random guy: Woah, are you like, gay or something?
Eric: You betcha!
Ben: Oh Eric, let's have sex
Random guy: ....like ew you guys[/i]
Holy Buddha, what a wierd life that would be. It'd be like the Twilight Zone... but actually normal. And assumedly not in black and white, unless I somehow went colour blind in the process.
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Blaaargh, I hate school. I wish I didn't choose physics for a course before going into grade 11. I could have replaced it with an easy course, like anthropology. THEN I could get a nice yummy credit. But no, I had to take physics, which I suck at, so now I have dropped it. I am also failing math. Hardcore failing, yo. So I'm going to take nightschool for it... that is assuming that I get into the nightschool. My guidance councellor says its very uncertain and she never really knows what those nightschools are up to. She makes it sound like a crackhouse. Crackhouse/place of learning, who can tell the difference. I guess I'm just worried about my future, which is odd for me, because that involves thinking ...ahead. I got 8 credits in grade nine, 7 in grade ten (I failed French), and I will hopefully get 7 in grade eleven. Although I want to take a summer school course for an extra credit, and then I can get by in grade twelve with only 7 courses (yay for spares). Oh well, if I fail everything, I can just stay in highschool forever and get fat. Because failing courses = fattening.
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Wow this blog is getting long, I think. I'm sure people have written longer ones, and by think I mean know. I'm lookin' at YOU Jesus. *Jesus looks ashamed as he types away on his laptop in the clouds*. Now, in Ericland, we are reporting on Eric's love life. Back to you Connie.
Connie: Well folks, Eric is currently somewhat involved with Ben Ladouceur, but not really. Both he and Ben are very laid back, so they both are too lazy to define any type of relationship. What will happen? No one is really sure, but our guess is that Eric will realize that its a relationship that won't really go anyware, because Eric is a zombie, and without someone energetic to counter his zombie-ness, nothing will work out. For Eric's future love life, he doesn't really see anything, because Angus McBigAndTall is not quite to his taste, and we all know Matthieu is a drama queen and therefore out of the runnings (and apparently Matthieu going out with ANOTHER drama queen, in fact, a kid named Ryan, whom Ben Ladouceur used to go out with. Scandalous, no?) Eric knows this guy named Andrew, who is as sexy as a sexpie, but Andrew is a busy boy. A busy, sexy boy. A busy, sexy sexy boy. Sexy sex. Sex. I need to take a cold shower, back to you Cliff.
Cliff: Oh Connie, you horny asian slut. And now it's time for Eric to change the topic AGAIN, the bastard.
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Now I am going to talk about my friends. i.e.: Meagan, Meaghan, Davina, Ryan and Kayla. There isn't really anything to say about Meagan and Davina... they are consistently my homies, and they don't randomly have dramatic episodes of depression, or confront me and tell me that they're pregnant, they have amnesia and that they're young and restless/bold and beautiful/passions. Wait that last one didn't make sense. Shut up. ANYWAY.
There isn't much to say about Ryan or Meaghan either, I don't speak to them much anymore. Meaghan is perfectly happy with Hugh, and Ryan is perfectly happy with video games. They make a great couple, really. As for Kayla, WELL, let's just say I'm worried about that kid. She gets depressed a lot, but I figured that out a long time ago, so its not really a surprise. But now she's having trouble with this guy named Geoff, whom she used to be going out with, and then broke up with. Now he is going out with some kid named Angie, and Kayla is like, "NOOO MY LIFE IS OVERRRR" and I'm like, "I don't understand you Kaylooface" and Kayla's friend Mal is like, *comfort comfort*. Meagan seems concerned about Kayla's actions as well. Concerned or disturbed.... or both, I'm not really quite sure. Davina remains and the others remain oblivious... I think, unless they speak to Kayla when I'm not there, which is totally impossible, of course.
As for Eric's friend Amanda, he is hoping to see her next weekend, and paint the town red/blind pedestrians with moose semen (as she so eloquently put it). Also, if Eric were a smart lad, he would make plans to hang around with Cari too.
ANYWAY, now it's time for Eric to end this blog... and sleep. Mmm mmm sleep.
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