Shriek Elegance

Parents owe me $190. Mustn’t forget.

I ordered a new keyboard from Futureshop last night. Regularly $69.99, on sale for $17.99. I’d say that’s a fabulous deal. It’s a soft touch keyboard, too. This will make my typing experience much more enjoyable since I’m so used to using my laptop. And it’s got extra buttons. I mean, really, who doesn’t need extra buttons?

I have to finish Three Day Road by tomorrow. I have about 160 pages left. :/ I hope I can do it between classes and work tonight. Can’t stay up too late. Class is early tomorrow.

I’ve got to get books for my History paper, too. Arg. Now is when all the work starts -_-

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Amazingly enough, I’ve whittled down the reading I have to do to about two more hours. Things are looking up, Jack.

AAAUUUUMMMMGGGHHHHHHH. GOD.

So. It’s 7:30am. And guess what? Class is cancelled. Guess when she posted the cancellation? Oh gee. At 12:40am. Too bad I was ALREADY IN BED because OH! I NORMALLY HAVE TO WAKE UP AROUND 5:30 TO GET HERE.  RAHDEEFUCKINGHAH. I AM ANGRY.

-5 points for Dods.

God this pisses me off. Not a good way to start my day. I could’ve gotten another 1.5 hours of sleep had she posted the cancellation even 40 minutes earlier.

So then, in the email, she says we’ll have a double lecture on Thursday. Now, I’m not really quite sure what this means. Does this mean class will start at 6:30 instead of 8 and last for three hours? Because if that’s the case, I simply refuse. Object, even. Seriously. Fuck that shit. That means I’d have to wake up at 4:30. And that’s just something I’m not willing to do… but will because I am diligent. Dammit.

This sucks ass.

There’s always something that happens to someone that makes him think. Too much, even.

There’s one thing that’s bothered me the most in my life, yet I’ve never told anyone about it. And I probably never will tell anyone about it. I can’t even tell it to a piece of paper that will be shredded, crumpled and immediately recycled (ever the tree hugger). Funny how one little thing, one little trivial event in life can change everything; the way you look at people, the way you think about what the hell’s going on, the way you prioritize. It’s scary. It was scary. It will be scary. The chances I overreacted are high to the point of ridiculousness, but it doesn’t matter. It was that hour that I learned everything and nothing from a situation that never should have happened, but did because I was weak charitable unwilling yet all too willing to hold something together that had no substance, that never had substance and that was bound to stay that way. Gee aren’t I a good samaritan trooper.

God. I wish I wasn’t so stupid. If I were more like I am now at that time, I think maybe it wouldn’t have been so detrimental. Maybe that’s what causes the sirens in my head and that lean, mean facade. Or maybe I’m just trying to come up with excuses.

Or maybe I’m still so angry at that person that I’m laying all the blame on him and none on myself. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Or maybe I don’t know what to think. Or maybe I should talk to someone about it.

But I won’t. Somehow I think ignorance to the situation is much easier than trying to explain myself. No, it definitely is. If I tried, I think the English language would fail me and I’d have to resort to primal actions to express even a fraction of my self justification, fear, and idiocy. It shouldn’t bother me this much. But it does. It bothers me to high Hell that that’s how it has to be, but… that’s it.

But y’know, I’ll be laying in bed at night and I’ll start thinking about it. Then I’ll fall asleep and wake up after a dream of elephants and porcelain clowns.

I need to get over this. But I can’t.

Not one bit.

NOBODY has a good sense of humor anymore. I mean Jesus Shit. I crack ONE little joke about a typo and I’M THE BAD GUY. >=(

God.

Grow the fuck up, kiddies.

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Dear diary,

I didn’t do any homework this weekend. At all. And I should have. Dammit.

Mom was taking my measurements for my pinstripes and when she got to my boobs she’s like “Oh. Well. No wonder you can wear my bras.” XD

Went to Timmy’s with Cam, Allie, Nat and Kel today. Zoe and Wayne showed up at the end and they (sans Allie) went to Scandia. Or something.

I’m gonna go curl up in bed and giggle and such now.

Hopefully I can get my act together for classes tomorrow.

Btw, Catwoman is the hottest criminal ever.

Dude. Lee just got a chain of 12 quickenings. That’s… scary. o.o

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HAHA. Nate’s pregnant. Congrats Nate. Try not to give your daughter a sex change.

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So. There’s a guy who’s invented a coffee flavored doughnut. It took him years to get the bitter coffee taste out of it. He’s selling the recipe for $1million. Each doughnut is the equivalent of four cups of coffee.

XD

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“Get the fuck away from my sister you cock whore.” -Nate

XD Oh today’s been a good day.

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God it’s fucking boring at night now. This sucks.

He’s in the hospital.

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K, he’s okay. Broken left hand, gash in his leg. His bike looks like it went through a grain thresher, though. He should probably be more banged up than he is.

Anyway.

Woo.

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It’s one in the morning and I’m watching infomercials.

Epitome of insomnia.

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Much More Music plays a lot of George at night. I don’t like him. Booooo.

WHY MUST I PROCRASTINATE SO MUCH AND LEAVE EVERYTHING TO THE LAST MINUTE? GAAAAAH.

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Dammmmnnnnn. Already 11pm and I still have to read about 50 more pages of Three Day Road and study for the History quiz for tomorrow. So disappointed in myself.

Hooray!

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So anyway. ‘Sup?

I’m afraid I must cut back on my FFXII time. School is starting to pick up and I need to spend more time reading/taking notes/writing essays. It’s going to be really hard to do, but I must limit my play time to weekends. Sigh. Parting is such sweet sorrow.

So I found out today that my programming class? Yeah, it might not count as a science credit. I was quite infuriated when I heard about it, but I’m not 100% sure about whether it will count or not. I have to ask a counsellor or something to find out. I really hate how hard it is to get proper, clear information from UBC. Pain in my ass. Steph is experiencing a similar issue with her Geography course coming up as an arts credit. This is very bad for both of us. Moreso her than me, though, ’cause I can just take Astronomy for the credit. She’ll have to find something else. :(

So I didn’t realize WordPress had gotten so many new layouts until I saw Sarika’s. Though, I kind of wanted Sarika’s, but I can settle for this one. Nick has up and stolen my old one now that I’m not using it.

Anyway.

Badum cshh.

‘Sup world?

Shane sent me a cover of Regina Spektor’s “Samson” song done by one of his AS friends. Needless to say, she’s pretty much amazing.

I’ve been waiting to do more recordings ever since I figured out how to make it record nicely, but the house hasn’t really been empty when I’m home. And now I’m sick. There goes the voice.

Other than that, not much new. I got my game back up to where I was before, story-wise. Though I’m still 10 levels behind and I still have to tackle some of the marks I had taken care of the first time around.

I thought I had something to say, but it’s gone.

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God I love Frisky Dingo.

Ain’t it great? It’s gonna take me forever to get better. And it’s only the first day. It’s that tell tale sore throat. Damn that tell tale sore throat.