Nothing exciting at school has been happening lately. Meh.
Oh my god! My dad found a dead body at school today! Apparently the guy must have hung himself from a tree by his school. That�s so scary...
I�ve been trying to download the full version of Nirvana�s You Know You�re Right... good song. But it�s so hard! And it�s making me mad.
Monday, November 25, 2002
Just Monday today... nothing special except for school. Suri (hope I spelled that right) came and hung out at my house after school for awhile. We talked... about... stuff... yes...
Physics is so hard! I just cannot comprehend the complexity involved in this... thing. It kinda scares me. Than again, everything scares me. I am however, comprehending Shakespeare better. It�s actually not at all that hard. You just have to focus a little more you know?
Sunday, November 24, 2002
Boring and lazy day today. That�s what Sundays are for. Boringness and laziness. And sick days too. But you can enjoy the laziness of Sundays more because when you�re sick, it�s no fun and you cannot appreciate the laziness involved. But what if you�re sick ON a Sunday? Hmmm....
Saturday, November 23, 2002
Ahhh, Britney was supposed to phone us at 9:30 this morning to tell us about this thing called �Food, Not Bombs� or whatever but she never did... oh well. So Brooklyn and I just went shopping with Emily and Megan. Granted, shopping is one of my least favorite of activities, but it�s always more fun with friends.
We made fun of some people who shopped at Bootlegger and other crappy ass stores like that. Than they had like all these playhouses up for auction and there was this one like a boat and Emily decided that it was going to be her boat and she was Skipper Donald (it was a Donald Duck themed house/boat) and we made up a song about her being the skipper and I was Huey, Megan was Duey and Brooklyn was Louie. Than we also said that we were going to have an orgy in the ball pit. Good times...
Emily bought me an Abbey Road poster! It makes me happy... I love you Emily. And than Megan�s going to get me a Jimi Hendrix poster and Brooklyn�s gonna get me either a pot leaf belly ring or a Monty Python poster. Yay for merry Christmas presents!
On our way home I forgot where I had put my keys. At first I thought that I had put them in Emily�s purse, but when I looked they weren�t there. In the end they ended up being at Brooklyn�s House. I�m such a dumbass...
And I was supposed to go to another show at the Auxiliary tonight with Britney, but she hasn�t called me yet and it�s 8 o�clock and the show started at 7, oh well it�s all good.
Friday, November 22, 2002
EEEE HEEEE today was a fun day. Indeed it was. Even thought we had a friggin PEP rally at school. It wasn't that bad actually. I found out about some possibly interesting clubs... yes...
But after school was where the fun started... FIRST I went to go see SEXY Brooklyn... and her sexiness. No wait, first I went to see Dan to get some stuff I forgot... I always forget stuff and he hasn't found my studded bracelet cuff thing... oh well. And than we went to Sunnyside to see Britney to hand out flyers for Punk Rock Friday's. It was fun because we went up to random people, even people we knew wouldn't come and gave them flyers anyways. So yes, we went around downtown doing this than headed up to Chinook where we enjoyed a nutritious supper of New York Fries courtesy of Britney. Than went hunting for something to satisfy our sweet tooth's. And than there was this guy that told us he could write a poem in 3 minutes on any topic we gave him for some money. All we had was like 30 cents but he still wrote a poem for us. Britney has it however. But on the way we met this scary Mexican/Quebec guy that was some scary alcoholic with a bad temper and who claimed many things which we didn't believe one bit. Like how he could jump over 3 cars in one jump... dumbass. THAN, we went to the Auxiliary for a show, but apparently it was more of an EMO show. But there was this one band that was SO good. Souljacker they were. They still maintained a "punk" edge to them, but they didn't sound like a bunch of dinks screwing around with their guitars. They sounded a bit like Led Zeppelin with a punkish sort of edge to them. Quite interesting. I got to talk to their amazing guitarist... FINGERS! That's his real name... and he's a guitar player... what a coincidence. And he was really cool and nice. Oh ya and the guy with tight pants... we were telling him how much we loved his pants and that we wished for him to take them off but the bastard refused... than I asked for a hug which was also refused. So in conclusion, tight pants boy officially sucks ass and can suck my balls. And yes... that is all of my "exciting" Friday night. Now I must go be good hostess to my guest Brooklyn and go rape her.