Damn, this is a boring update. Maybe a few links will spice it up. I'm actually avoiding more work since I fear it will kill me. It must be done but at what cost? AT WHAT COST!?!
I like 2, 3, and 18. Well, more than that. Almost all of them, really...
You HAVE to try this. My high score is 21, but I've only played on three different occasions.
"Look ma, no hands. I look super cool."
I don't know what to make of this.
Where was this when I was 11 and looking to have a good time with real audio?
I've figured out the cost. It's my sanity. Only 31 more days. I can make it. Tasha thinks I should try out to be a TA for TV class next year. It's b/c I'm a TV superstar. A+ as a director, baby. (It's the only school-thing going for me so don't point and make fun, okay.) Yeah, so that's it. I have more links but they will be saved for a rainy day when I have nothing to say to my fellow human beings on a mass scale. Wait, that's not really it. I woke up feeling great today. Not so tired. Not angry at the world despite all the stresses of this work-a-day world. Almost happy. Why, you may ask? I think it's b/c I went boozing last night. Yay alcohol!
March 17, 10:06 PM. Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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I would just like to say that Montana's "Tina exceeds all expectations." That is by far the best time I had at a restaurant in forever. How can you not have a good time in a place which encourages you to colour the tables? Props to Jaro the giraffe. He's a cool purple freak. Props to JC too. Without Him We'd All Be Nothing, right Turriffic and Katarzyna? "Hey look, there are dead fingers coming out from the side of that boat. That's creepy." Thanks for the observation. "Hehe. I tooted!" "That guy is superhot!" You know what's especially fun? When the girl at Blockbuster starts chatting you up about driver's licenses. Doesn't get any better than that. I haven't been sleeping of late, so maybe that's all I'll include. No wait, there's something else. Well, maybe two something elses. The first one is, I won the Oscar pick thing - 12 out of 24 (Honourable mention to Lindsay who got 11, Marlene who got 9, and Pat who got 6). The second was going to be a weird dream I had but I don't feel like talking about it so I guess it's nothing. I don't feel like digging up links so that's it for tonight. Maybe I'll update a little more frequently this week. Then again, maybe not. It will give my potential stalkers too much material.
March 25 (one month to that very special day), 2:10 AM.
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Remember kids...
The April 2002 Cosmo says: "Oh, and never worry about disappointing a guy once you've taken off your bra. A naked breast is a good breast, as far as most men are concerned."
23 Days to Happiness, Topic A: I am very proud of myself. Today I didn't talk to someone I didn't want to talk to. No matter what cajoling I may receive, I will not talk to said individual. I can be a baby too. I was already mature once today in regards to a stupid fight so I reserve the right to be immature in this case.
Topic B: Thank you so much to a certain Lindsay for helping us with our thing today. I'd be less cryptic, but it wouldn't be prudent. Suffice it to say, you're the best.
Topic C: Why is another individual so damn captivating? It's very distracting when you're thinking about someone all the damn time. For the love of JC, stop being so hot, sweet, and funny.
Topic D: In the same spirit, if I am so hot, sweet, and funny that it's distracting you, please let me know so I can address the issue appropriately.
Topic E: Make the world a better place. Don't piss me off.
March 26, 2:39 AM.
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Eleven days until happiness...
I don't have too much to say, but I've had the urge to clean out my cool links. Only problem is I want to have a record of them so I've decided to share them all in one fell swoop and promptly delete them from my bookmarks.
Maybe I'll write more when school's done. We'll see.
I think this is humourous. Anyone agree?
This by far my favourite drug-related article. If only it were true!
The caption really says it all.
I should maybe be offended, but I'm amused by this.
Do you ever find yourself wondering whatever happened to Marilyn Manson? Well, here's the answer.
If only this had been around when I was thirteen
Well, I haven't rid myself of all the links, but I want to offer more variety so I'll wait a little while longer to unload the others. Hope you enjoyed them.
SECRET CODE OF THE DAY:
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April 6, 7:19 PM.
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Wow, I'm tired. This will be short since I should probably get a little rest before getting up to watch more ITV. If you ever take an instructional television class, you should probably try your damndest to keep up. It's ridiculous to watch 36 hours of lectures in a week. It'll probably kill me. For the record, I have about 30 hours to go so I'm doing okay. If I can get the thoughts of going on a murderous rampage under control, everything will be hunky-dory. I don't know if that's how you spell that expression, but since I can't be bothered to find out, that will have to do. So yeah, let's see what cool links I've found of late.
So this is what they mean by dirty old men having no shame...
Sorry. There's just the one. I haven't been surfing the net as much of late. I blame "higher" education. That and shopping. Yay shopping!
Update: Me and hot guy at work exchanged some sort of homey G type thing today. Contrary to what you think, that's probably a good thing. I'm contemplating asking him to join me for my birthday celebration. Then I could just get really drunk and look at him and that would totally make my night. All my friends being there would probably help too. In fact, it will be mandatory for all the friends I invite to come. Yup. You come or you're cut off from the wonder that is me. It's harsh, I know, but you must be taught a lesson. I don't know where I was going with that so I'm just going to go to bed and hope it works itself out or something.
April 11, 3:32 AM.
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Hello random colour 779988. How are you today? Now that I've checked, pretty drab. Whatever.
Yup, the birds are chirping and somebody should be asleep. That somebody is me. But here I am. Decidedly unasleep. I think it has something to do with my three-hour ITV induced nap. Probably has more to do with the clutter that I'm too lazy to remove from my bed. Bah, I'll get to it soon enough. I have to be awake in 5 hours. "Tomorrow" is going to suck and I blame that lovable Ross Perot character. If only we had a Ross Perot in Canada. Preston Manning was close, but now he's gone. Oh for the days of Ross Perot and Preston Manning. The golden age. Wait. Why the hell am I talking politics? Despite the fact that I'm doing a combined journalism and poli sci degree, I don't give a shit. Hmmm...
Yeah. Sleep. I'm thinking hard about doing it. [0.5 second pause] Yeah, I've decided I should at least attempt it. Good night.
April 12, 5:56 AM. (and five days until happiness)
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Happiness Imminent! Happiness Imminent! Happiness Imminent! Happiness Imminent!
Well kids, you guessed it. My scholastic year will be over in 12 or 13 hours. I am taking a study break before I go on a killing spree. I'm almost certain a killing spree would make my summer decidedly unhappy - with the court case and the plea of insanity brought on by excessive boredom - so I'm not going to do that just yet. Instead I will delight you, my fair audience, with my insane antics.
May I enter exhibit A. The following is an amalgam of my away messages whilst writing one of my many same-day essays. You may have caught some of them. Here is the wonder that was my away message that day:
okay, i can do it. if i type 1.5 pages an hour for the next 7 hours, i will be well on my way to victory... just not my first class. actually, if i type 1.7 pages for the next 6.5 hours... Update "I need coffee" - 25% complete. yay procrastination! Update "too much coffee" - my stomach hurts...but I'm 50% done! Update: writer's block 68.5% bleh! Update: 80% done. stomach bleh. coffee is a useful but dangerous beast.
So yeah, I stopped updating the away message after that since there was some sort of time crunch. I actually came within half a page of the recommended length. Not too shabby...
LINKS
I wish I had a neighbour like this. It would make my updates infinitely less boring.
And now for something completely different... Drums!
Your worst nightmare?
"You couldn't get an order of fries on the side or extra packets of ketchup at 381 Cortland Avenue..."
Lately I've been sending random messages on icq. Exhibit B:
Me: "When will the killing stop?"
Someone I know: "uhhhhhh... i've been living in something of a hole lately.... did i miss something?"
Me: "not really. i was referring to the killing of my brain cells from the excessive boredom of studying for tomorrow's exam."
Exhibit C:
Me: " ! "
Someone else I know: " ?? "
Exhibit D:
Me: "fuck da police. i'm going drinking!"
Yet another person: "HAHA"
Yet: "haha"
Me: "ah ah ah i see what you're doing"
Yet: "lol"
Me: "you're making me fully ponder the meaning of life so that will provoke me to do the more fun exercise of studying. you're a shrewd one, [name deleted to protect the innocent]"
So that's pretty much it for now. This concludes my allotted time for not studying. For my viewing public, I promise you one thing - I will update this mofo more frequently now that pesky school doesn't get in the way. I may even start some kind of e-zine. Wouldn't that be crazy?
April 16, 11:24 PM. Just over 12 hours to happiness. :)
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Happiness! Happiness! Happiness! Happiness! Happiness! Happiness!
Okay, so I'm not that happy, but I'm happy enough. Yay that shit is over with. I'm not saying I did super-well, but I didn't fail so that's fine with me. I thought I may be psychic, but the fact is "ppl" are saying it's not true. By ppl, I mean just one person who shall remain nameless so a mob of ppl won't lynch him/her. Meh, whatever.
Now, would the real Kyle Ford please stand up? Too funny. I wish someone was stalking me, but my unpsychic ability tells me this is not the case. I guess it's better this way...
I found (someone sent me) this super weird thing on the internet that allowed you to kill people and livestock with lightning bolts. It was great. Only I can't find it. If you know what the hell I'm talking about, please give me the link. I will be forever grateful.
I have decided to start an E-zine. It will be coming out in June at some point and will run monthly or bi-weekly depending on how much work it is. I encourage you to join the mailing list. To do that click here. If you want to contribute, send me an email here.
More on it later. I'm super tired and should probably get some sleep or something. Let's just say that this e-zine will be my first foray into the world of journalism I want to pursue - magazine journalism. Maybe one day I could be like Jane or something. That would truly be spectacular.
Good night. April 19, 3:57 AM.
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