December 2003 Archives

Disclaimer: I think it's only fair to first say that this blog was written while I Was at work, under whatever emotional strain is put on someone who is quitting. With that said, I give you the blog:

Goodbye, Booster Juice!
So I'm sitting here looking at what has arguably been one of the worst weeks in my life (it has fierce copetition from the week at the beginning of the month). December has managed to be an odd month. It has managed to be the worst month in my life, the most eventful month, strangest month, and it could possibly turn January into the best month of my life. We'll just have to wait and see.

John Mayer Fest
So as I sit here listening to non-stop John Mayer, I'm forced to stop and realize a few things. First: as much as this job angers me and bothers me, I will probably never find another one like it. The memmories I have from the last three months are likely to stay with me for a while. The bonds I've made with co-workers, the Extreme Pita Staff, and customers will leave me finding other part time jobs don't measure up. I find it works that way with a lot of things (Camelot*). I'll miss it too. That happenes with a lot of stupid things and places too - You don't know what ya got 'till it's gone! (Cottage**).

100 Days Have Made Me Older.
Technically it'll be 132 days when I'm done working (right now, I'm floating around 120 days). But Still. I don't know, maybe I haven't changed. I think I have, I'm just not sure if it's noticable. I'm having a harder time dealing with people who are upset for stupid reasons. It's not that I have a better reason to be upset, but that I know that there are better reasons, and that some people actually have those better reasons.

Please Use Proper Doors for Entry and Exit.
There's nothing about this job that makes me angrier than people walking in the Extreme Pita doors and coming to Booster Juice. Remember that. Smallville is a great TV show too (remember that too).

TV Sucks
One of the regulars was talking to me about how TV sucks. I totally agree. He said it was because there were gays and lesbians on all the TV shows. Ouch. I was going to say because the writers aren't creative, and the programming sucks.

God Made Adam and Eve, Not Adam and Steve
Brutal. It was one of the comments as to why TV sucks. But it amuses me. Blind faith amuses me. That people can be that old, and still believe that fairy tale is amusing. Especially since Im pretty sure the church established that the bible isn't supposed to be taken literally, and that didn't happen it was just used to explain creation? Oh well. Blind faith in things other than religion also amuses me. Like when people are going out for a long time, and then they break up. And then one of the two in the couple is still set on the other person, for a long time after they've broken up. The person will follow the other around like they're still going out. Stupid people - know when it's over.

BISHLAYER!!1!one!11!!eleven!!@1! STFU ALREADY! <3 Mike
I'm not sure how this ones relevant, but it's very amusing. So is this:

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like: It's better than yours. Damn right! It's better than yours! I could teach you, but I'd have to charge.

That's no relevant either, but amusing none the less. I've been singing that on the Vault Network Boards for a week. I also claimed to be the beset cyb0rz around, after a series of idiotic chat logs involving Scro.

The Dinner Rush and King's Christian College.
For the first time ever, I managed to time it so that when I was sweeping and mopping I didn't get hit by the dinner rush halfway through. The Wheatgrass Lady*** did stop by. I didn't realize it was her until she was gone. She talk about how her son was stubborn, but that was normall for a teenager. It is - he's a grade 9 at a private school. It made me want to say tha a school's reputation isn't everything, and private schools aren't always the best answer (look at Appleby - I could have gone there, but I turned down the offer. I dont regret it at all.), and being overpowering about being a Christian probably didn't help. All he needs is a good group of friends, imo.

Llamas Petitioning to get into "12 Days of Christmas"
I missed Heather's birthday party. She sent me a series of emails before hand about how there's no excuse for missing it, blah blah blah. Sounds like someone else I know. Then I missed her party, so she blocked me, didn't email me again and ignored the email I sent her. I even had the decency to wait and calm down before I sent it. But now I don't have the time or patience for that decency.

i went to mandarin with some people. llama didn't show up, i could have invited dave or jess to replace him if i had more time, but llama said he'd try to get there so i didn't. he was cleaning or waiting for some package of some crap like that, i don't think he even cared. whatever, i know not to invite him next year then.

You know what? I'm sorry I wasn't there to celebrate. But you don't run the world. If you didnt, you would have made it so I had a way to get there to your party, and so that I didn't have to deal with all the shit I've been dealing with which caused me to miss the party in the first place. But you couldn't do that, could you? Instead you felt a need to send everyone an email blasting me for saying I might not make it. Reservations at restaurants aren't set in stone. But I'll be sure to remember to hit send-all next time I have to email you about anything. And don't worry. This next year, whether I want to go or not - I'd be sure to turn down the invitation anyways, even if I had a ride, after you've been such a bitch about it this time. Your lucky I still have the decency to not link.

Closing Time
I think this blog has gotten long enough (It'll probably set a record), not to mention it's been packed with more emotion than the average soap opera. This is going to be the End of EluamosNailo.com White Pages. If figure it's the perfect way to end a far from perfect year - by closing a blog layout. I'll be ringing in the new year with a brand new layout by Jess, with art by Kaitie, and concept by me (I hope). I'd also like to thank everyone who's put up with me over the last year, and the people who took the time to listen and care. I should also make it clear that this is not extended to certain other people. Deal with it.

Kaput!

I'm going to lose my mind. I can't stand my cousins. One is stupid, totally self-centered. He's a whiny brat that needs to be beaten. I can't stand it. Everything has to be about him. Whenever his younger sister gets any attention he has to come over and push her over or do something equally as stupid. His sister cries all the time. Although she's no where near as bad as her brother is. Gah. I'm going to end up missing Heather's Birthday because of it. Which is going to suck, because she's going to do the "I told you about it months in advance, there's no excuse thing" that people seem to like to do. Guess what things come up. I almost couldnt go to Mel's party. Stupid things.

In other news - I'm going to end up moving again. So you can all go to hell, I have every right to be angry.

The End.

Christmas! Yay. I didnt get much, but I wasn't asking for anything. I got Sim City 4: Rush Hour. I love it, I played most of today and Im going to play again when Im done. I'm also getting a saxophone! YAY!

I'm thinking about writing a story right now. I'm working on character sketches as we speak. I may not actually write the story. Just tell you how it plays out. But I'll introduce you to the characters.

Kurt
Kurt's an interesting kid. I mean that in the nicest way possible. He's obviously gone through a lot in life. No one really knows what he's gone through but him; he won't tell a soul. He has an older brother, Joe, but we don't see very much of him. He's only one year younger than Joe, but there's a big difference between them. Just glancing at them you wouldn't be able to tell they're brothers by the way they act. If you spend a little more time watching (stalkers >.< ) it becomes clearer.

I'm really not sure what to say about him. He's smarter than your average bear which could cause some of his problems. Its very possible that he feels a need to keep this image, and would use any means necessary to do this. Then again, this is all speculation. You'd have to ask him if you really wanted to know. But he wouldn't tell you. He doesn't tell anyone his deeper secrets, even though he lets on that he wants to. He'll make it clear they're upseting him but then he wont talk about it. Sometimes he uses it to make it seem like he's better than everyone else because he's able to deal with all these things.

Louis
Louis puts on this mask when he goes out in public. It's almost all the time, but there are times when he's alone or he doesn't know someones there that you can catch cracks in it. He acts like he is very religious, has strong morals and is just. All of these things aren't as important as they should be. Well they're important, but they're not for the moral reasons. They're for attention; for show.

Like Kurt, he too has had a messed up life. Possibly gone to his head a little (you would almost think its a reoccuring theme I want - it's not, it just turned out this way. Actually a lot of people are screwed up). His family is much more screwed up than Kurt's family (or at least we think it is, because we can actually find things out about Louis.)

Katie
Katie and Louis currently have a relationship together. It's amusing because Louis is very very religous, and she is very very ... not. But they seem to be working out together. Katie's parent run the local inn, so she tends to find out a lot about people. She's very energetic (crazy). She tends to be loud too, and make fun of people (especially Louis) even though deep down she cares about them. She has an older sister Gwen. Unlike Kurt's older brother, Gwen stays more intouch with the rest of the group.

Maria
Maria's a very shy, quiet girl. She tends to be loud once you get to know her, but anyone on the outside would have no idea. She gets really upset when she does something wrong, especially if she knows she can do it better. She also works at the bookstore, and her current love interest is Harrison.

And my creative mind died, so thats all for now. Sorry if it's out of order, or sporadic. I was typing things as they came to me.

I think it would suck to be typecasted as an actor. I mean look at that guy. Who's not funny, but he thinks he is. Damn I dont remember his name. Adam Sandler! In everyone on of his movies, he plays some stupid loser (I'm not kidding). In Waterboy he was inbred. Mr Deed's - inbred. Happy Gilmour - idiot. In Billy Maddison he had to go back to school because he was an idiot. I didn't see The Wedding Singer but I'm willing to be he was an idiot in that too. It must suck.

I spent a lot of time working on my layout today - because I'm bored out of my mind. I've totally given up on the photoshop parts of it. I hope Jess can help me with that. Actually thinking about it, I didn't spend very much time on it. I changed the colours around a bit, and I decided to play around with CSS. Then I got bored. I went to chapters and bought a book on Rasputin. I'm so happy. I also got another HTML/CSS book. Stupid me. There was a book on blogging. It made me laugh. I might buy it *gasp*

Im really boring I think. Not boring out in groups. Boring when it counts. I have nothing in common with anyone. I can't really be sterotyped, because I dont fit in to any one group. I dont have anything in common with Marta, other than things we started doing after we were going out (DDr and Mario Kart). I have nothign in common with my friends. Well I have DDR/Anime with some of them, England with Steve, and hating people with Heather. I think I have too much hate now though. I have nothing in common with most of Marta's friends. Cowboy Bebop with Brad. Infact, some of her friends think I hate them. I don't. I really don't hate anyone. I hate how I forget apostraphes sometimes, but I don't hate them. I hate how my blog is sometimes really stupid, but I don't hate them.

I think I'm going to have peopel over on New Years to help these ties. Plan to see Cowboy Bebop, Mario Kart: Double Dash, and Iron Chef! I hope it's fun. Maybe play Aqua and other old music too. That's a problem I have. I can't listen to the radio anymore. Artists suck. They're all horrible. I think I need to buy myself some Aqua CDs. Oh my god! I just found my Aqua CD. I think Im in heaven.

My favourite part is the disclaimer on the bottom on the CD: The song "Barbie Girl" is a social comment and was not created or approved by the makers of the doll. Good for them. Right now my brother is causing lots of trouble on the Vault Network Boards. He's going to get IP banned, I just know it. That would make me very angry.

Ghetto Superstars reminds me of Japan and wanting Harvest Moon SNES.

Welcome to Christmas Eve's Eve. It's party time. It's actually been party time for like 3 days now. Oh but what good times they are. Last night was the first official shindig of Christmas Break. Mel and Josh's party was oodles of fun. OODLES!

There were various people I had never seen before. Actually, only one offical person I had never seen before who was Natalie, girlfriend of ... a guy. Both of them italian :| Oh well. I also got to make fun of a Polish kid. I managed to lose my voice because of dog allergies :( The party was lots of fun. We started with random sitting and eating of foods. Then we watched a sing-a-long, and Santa came to give us presents. I got the greatest T-shirt ever, because I have very lucky dishes. I got the greatest pillow ever, because it reminds me to stop and ask myself: What Would Jackie Chan Do? I have a minirace car, and my official asian certificate. It was good.

Kaitie and I were the only people from Loyola so we were left out of some of the group discussions. No matter. We sang to make up for it. And oh how I sang. I sang various Christmas Carols, then I decided to sing theme songs. I busted Just Can't Wait to be King, Can you feel the love tonight, Under the Sea, Part of Your World, and then I hit the masterpieces. Pokemon songs: Original Theme, Team Rocket's Rockin', and the end of the PokeRap. Then we watched Family Guy, which is good. We finished with DDR 4th Mix. All in all a great night.

I want to have 4th mix. It's such a good mix, I'm so sad. I need a mod chip. Now! I also need to get a hold of Jess and get her to help me salvage my picture for the new layout. I'm getting tired of the White Pages. That, or I'm going to buff up the white pages. I think I might just stick with two basic collumns and move them around like Jess does. Nothing too complicated if what I want fails. That way I can change it more often. Photoshop hates me.

The Dream.
I was in my bed. Then I was walking. I wasn't sure how it happened, where I was, or where I was going. All I knew was that I needed to go with everyone else. So I kept walking, lost in the group without knowing anyone. It was a school, I knew that much. It wasn't my school. It surely wasn't Loyola. It couldn't have been STA. I had no real reason to believe it wasn't STA, I had only been outside of it once, and the only time I was inside it was in a dream I had had. There was just something that said it wasn't STA. I walked with a crowd, as we all filed into an assembly hall. It was actually more like a gym, with chairs in it. I was to find out it wasn't the gym later. So as I stood in the back watching as people filed in. And then I saw what everyone else had come to see. The man walked onto the stage. He's not so much the man because he is amazing, more the man because everyone knows him. And as George Bush began his speech, I felt a sudden need to throw up.

I'm not sure what his speech was about. Politics, why he is just, how religion is important? I wasn't listening. I do know that as he ended his speech with a prayer I felt the need to ask him about it. It was clearly a catholic school (I had just noticed the uniforms), but there were other people there to not students or teachers. Even then, you don't need to be a Catholic to go to a Catholic school*. He said the prayer anyways. So I followed him and asked him about it. What if there had been a Jewish person or a Muslim in the crowd? His response: They didn't matter. How rude. When he went back on stage the fire alarm went off. I was amused, because he had to ask what it was. So I chuckled to myself as we filed out of the building.

That's when I stoped to notice my surrondings. I was clearly at a school. A massive massive school. I walked with a lady, not knowing who she was - just that I knew her. She said that it was for well over 5000 students. Very massive. I considered that that was more than the number of students in all three catholic schools in The Oakv. It became clear it was a field trip of some sort. That became clear when I realized I was walking with Andrew and Andre. I was confused because I have happily not talked to him unless there was dire need since grade 10, yet here I was having a normal conversation about him. The school went on forever - we didn't even make it to the edge of the property before the 'all clear' was given. We continued walking, apparently towards the cafeteria. I passed a sign: St. Augustine Secondary School. So that's where I was. Some school in America. Not that I worried about it.

Walking into the caf was like walking into the student center at McMaster if you come in from Togo Salmon hall. It was massive. Walking towards the tables, on our left was various restaurants that had shops in the caf. McDonald's and Pizza Pizza** were definatly popular. And I sat at a table with Andrew, still talking about nothing important watching as people played what was like Jenga, but with mini boxing gloves that stacked up (they were like 1 inch). It was odd, but we played anyways. Andre lost so we sent him away and I moved to sit with Steve, Heather and Alex at what was or regular table (despite the fact it was another school - and it was only us).

I suddenly wasn't in the caf anymore. I was sitting in the gym watching a basketball game (I was on the side. This is also how I knew it wasnt the gym George was in). The only odd thing was, I was in uniform. And then I got played. Logic said I couldn't play basketball (especially not at this level), but something in my head was saying what the hell do it anyways. So I got on under our basket, launched the ball at the backboard of their basket and summersaulted up to slam dunk it on the rebound. I think they did that in Space Jam. So now I realized that I was genetically modified. George getting back at me for saying he was rude perhaps? Kevin Marcotte was on the team too, and Kaitie was a cheerleader. Of course the other team had no chance against us - we were superhuman. After a long game of some serious aerial acrobatics*** we decimated the other team. I enjoyed it, and Canada finally won at Basketball.

I didnt spend time in the change room, even though I'm positive there would have been a party. I changed quickly and walked out in search of Marta. She must have come too. On the way out I passed changerooms, and then what may as well have been communal prison cells in which a russian team was being held. I thought the cold war was over? Outside I walked to a plaza. Kevin was there getting ice cream with Ashleigh and Marta. They were waiting for me. We talking, obviously about nothing important. And then I was back in my bedroom ready to start another day.

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* - American aren't Roman Catholic so this is amusing. They're Protestant and probably don't have Catholic schools. ** - Pizza Pizza is Canadian I think? *** - Thank you Natasha.

Tomorrow for what happened today.

BALEETED! (until tomorrow)

I have managed to finish working a full weekend. I am quite ready to quit, or kill myself, or both. I never want to work in food ever again. There has been a recent battle between Pineapple and Cranberry. People have come in and replaced cranberry juice for pineapple juice, and vice versa. It's all quite odd.

It doesn't feel like Christmas yet. I think there's too much rushing. I have to managed to find out when Mel and Josh's shindig, and how I'm going to make my snacks in time. I want to spend time with Marta. Maybe she can come over and make them with me. And then we can make more or something. I know Tuesday I'm spending time with Marta. And then possibly a shindig with Alyssa and Torrie. I also have to schedule in a shindig with Mr. Yip. Lot's of Shindigs.

I'm having some serious problems with my layout. I had so many ideas, but I have no idea where they went. All that after I got Kaitie to make me a nice picture too :( It's so sad. My creative mind is dead. I was going to go to Rush to be inspired (one of her previous layours was a good inspirtation - but now its dead), even though I know theres a virus on it. But it's gone? Oh well. I know what I wanted to do isn't going to work very well. Unless I can make the lines crisper or something. Stupid.

I hate work, and people not blogging. Utopia forever!

I'll start with saying, although I forgot to put in that my Social Misfit thing was directed towards posers, IU still stand by everything I said. And that they claim they don't believe in God. Stupid people.

Now for my Christmas thing. The church managed to become the largest landholder in the world, and the richest organization by telling people that if they gave money they would go to heaven and they would be absolved of their sins. Charity didn't come into the picture until very recently (I'm thinking this century but I'm not 100% sure). Unless of course you count the Roman Catholic Church as a charity.

I know my facts better than some people would think I do. I'm not sure what you to hear though. I'm very well aware that non-Christians celebrate Christmas. That just goes to show that I was closer to right than some people when I said Christmas isn't about Jesus anymore. During ancient times there was always feasting and celebrations in winter right before the winter solstice. Animals were killed so they didnt have to be fed over the winter, people got fresh meat, and of course: all the booze was ready to be drunk. Or is it drinken? It doesn't matter. The point is, in Rome winter solstice was on December 25. December 25th became Jesus' 'brithday' because March 25th is the spring Equinox (which was the day of 'creation'), and Gods perfection always had whole numbers for some reason which meant Jesus was born nine months later on December 25th. So Christmas became December 25th to compete with the orignal winter solstice celebrations, and the Roman feats of the Invincible Sun (which also took place on Winter Solsticem and worshipped the roman god of the empire or some other big imporatance). Even then, it was many more things before it became Christ's birthday. All they did was add hymns and church services. All of the other traditions are the same. Except for raging bon fires. Unless we have one at Barone's house.

Any other facts I need to clear up?

Edited for your sanity.

Tuesday December 16, 2003
I wish I had been able to spend more time with Marta for 10 months. Despite several amusing things happening today, all in all it was a horrid day. Actually, I lied. Only one amusing thing happened today. We went to get information for E=MC² at lunch. Steve and I have a little tradition. Whenever we go to see Mrs. Bracco we pull some James Bond moves. Last time, I rolled into her office and held a gun out. Today Steve went and did a full sommersault - right into the door ... and then the wall. I laughed for 20 minutes. Of course, there had to be a billion bells on the door and a newly imprinted Steve Footprint on the wall. Mrs O'Carrol came in thinking we broke something. Oh good times. Only to be ruined by everyone else being stupid.

I try hard not to say anything unless I know something about it. I won't talk about art, because I have no training in art and no knowledge of art. If I am asked something, I'll say what I think but I'll tell them I don't know anything. I won't try to be deep and look smart by commenting on art types or anything like that. I'll say whether I like it or I don't. When I talk about music, it's not based on whether or not I like it unless we're talking about whether or not I like the music. I wouldn't be like some people and say something despite not haven't any musical training (lucky for me I've been doing music lessons since I was 4). I'd say something based on what I know about music. Whether a song sounds bad or not; whether or not someone has talent. Things like that. Because I have at least something to base my comments off of. Which leads me into my Angry Blog: Number 2

Christmas
I recently received and email about Christmas. Christmas is no longer about what it's supposed to be; celebrate Jesus; Blah. Blah. Blah. It comes done to this. They were right. Christmas is no longer about Jesus Christ. It's a combination of a few things that caused this. People are greedy. Plain an simple. Today at the mall there was an old lady, who bought two of something, is returning one and claiming she only bought one and wants all the money back. GUESS WHAT! You bought two, and we all KNOW you bought two. So shove it. You think you're special because you're old? Well you are. You get to know that you're useless except for wasting peoples time, driving horribly on roads, and rotting away in some old folks home. People like that ruined Christmas.

Another reason? The church can shove it. Plain and simple really. After everything they've done, they have no right to say "Christmas should be about Christ." In a sense, it still is about Christ. Unless Christ isn't about families being together and celebrating just that - being together. It wouldn't surprise me either. The church is like a lower level of George Bush. For the, Christmas is about wanting you to give them all the money they can squeeze out of you. Ever stop to wonder why Christmas is when it is. I mean, Jesus was supposed to have been born during the summer months. What does Santa have to do with Christianity? Nothing. Last I checked, he was dutch. Or something like that, it's been a long time since I checked. There were clearly no evergreen trees anywhere near Jerusalem. So what do they have to do with Christmas. Unless you skip the fact that the church put Christmas when it is in an attempt to rub out a 'pagan' religion that celebrated a holiday on the exact same day. Doing the exact same thing we do now.Like I said - Shove it.

So Christmas clearly isn't going to be about Jesus. It's going to be about what it was, is and always will be. Right when it started, before it was a "Christian" thing.

Social Misfits
As you all know, I treated myself to the Evanescence concert last night. Very enjoyable. I had a great time, but I did notice something there though. The crazies. You know who they are. The people who decide they want to make a statement by mutilating their bodies with spacers in their ears, accompanied by 3 or 4 more piercings per ear (not counting various other facial piercings). I also noticed they come in stages. Who would have thought that there had been levels to these so-called crazies?

First Degree Crazies
The first level consists of the people who want to make a statement, but don't want to do something drastic like mangling their bodies. It's the people who will wear cheap black makeup, and a spike bracelet (two if they're really daring). Usually these are the people who have friends that are a higher level of crazy and want to go with them, but don't have the stomach for it. Or they don't really want to do it at all, but they think someones so hot that they need to do it to catch his or her eye. Now I think it's only fair to clarify now, that this doesn't include the people who are natural crazy (not a crazy) and who did it before it was cool to make a social statement. You know who the crazies are more by the attitude (and possibly lack of brain cells o.O).

The second level of crazy consists of people who have made a small advancement up from the first level of crazy. Not only will you find cheap black makeup, but now you'll find multiple spiked bracelets and possibly even ear rings. Now if it was a female crazy, they would take out the regular rings that they got when their parents took them to get the original piercings, and now they have something that has a spike, or a flame, or possibly a skull (*gasp* because those things make so much of a statement now). If you find a girl on the high end of the second level of crazy, she might even have a cartilage ring in. Scary. If it's a guy, you may just find the same thing (depending on how he was before he decided he wanted to be crazy), although the cartilage ring is for those who are more riské.

Second Degree Crazies
Now we move into the third level of crazy (in my opinion the first real level) - the Second Degree. These actually are the real crazies. since I don't have the drive or determination to write about the further levels of crazies, this is going to contain the rest of them. At a later date you may find the further levels of crazies, but tonight I have to do say my piece about Christmas. These are the people who have multiple piercings, mohawks (or other ugly haircuts), big ugly spikes (and quite often big ugly faces too), lots of piercings and tatoos and so on and so forth. For now, Im just going to sit back and laugh at them knowing that when they're older they'll look back on how they screwd themselves and cry. People don't give high paying jobs to a guy in a one piece suit, with six ear piercings, a giant spacer in each ear, three eyebrow rings and a labrette. It just doesn't happen. And sure, if he wanted too he could take it all out - but then he'd have big holes in his ears and Id laugh. Just like I do now. Failures.

The Rest of: Social Misfits, is Postponed

I really should blog. I have so much to blog about. What I've discovered though is that when other people don't blog, I don't blog. I'm not sure why it works like that, it just does. Oh well. This week has been so much better than previous weeks. Except I know we're not going to be DDRing tonight. It's so sad.

Thursday night was the formal. Thursday was a 'rockin' day' as a cool friend of mine likes to say. Because she's cool. Anyways, I didn't go to sociology on Thursday. Instead, I spent the period with Steve in Guidance. And then I found out that Josh was helping. And I was like 'eew'. So then I went to concert band and people got yelled at. Then it was formal time! Kim and Marta took over 2 hours to get their hair done, but we still managed to get there on time.
The formal was amazing. I had so much fun. When we got there I saw everyone that I hadn't seen in forever. We also managed to screw up the tables so I Was sitting with Yip, Morganti and Marta were together and Kim was off somewhere else. In the end we just sat at Morganti's table. There was like 5 open spots. The food was amazing. I wanted more. Except they didnt give dessert. They were anti-desert. They handed it out to like 5 tables and stopped.

We decided that if it had been the exact same formal, but with STA instead of Loyola it would have sucked. STA people are losers, who can't do anything silly for fun. Instead they have to be listening to ugly punk music, and either drinking, doing some sort of drug, or both for it to be 'fun'. Which is why Loyola wins. The formal had so many little themes. When they brought the cake out, they dimmed all the lights and played Rasputin then all the waitors and waitresses came out with cakes and sparklers and marched around the hall. And I danced :|. Then they told everyone to look under their seats for a sticker. I won!! I got to keep the centerpiece, and then I had to lead the table out to the dance floor to dance. Various other themes included the Mexican theme (in which all the Mexicans went crazy - one tried to teach Blackie the dance), the Disco theme (in which teachers dressed up as the Village People and danced on the stage), and I can't remember the rest. But they played Baby Got Back, and various Celtic Music? Ya I wasn't sure what to do with that. All in all great formal. Good work Mr. Yip!

Friday was also really fun. I didn't go to any of my classes. Instead, I helped with the Quadrathalon. I got to be Bobbert. Because I am Bobbert. Sir Bobbert Bobbington. It was classic. I ended up working with kids from St. Johns. My team came in last :( But I still love them! They were Bobbert's Angels, and they even put flags on their tower for me. And then some kids from St Andrew's were like 'You have to use the flag poles because it has to go from the highest point!' And I bitchslapped her. That flag was put up after the timer ended, so it can't be included in the towers height. Stupid girl. And they talked about how being in the Quadrathlon will help them get into universities later? You = fail, Love Mike. All in all it was alot of fun.

After that, I had to stay home because Marta was babysitting and I made the mistake of telling my parents that. So I had to stay home for the night to attend some christmas party, because one of my dad's co-worker's daughters was coming. We ended up drinking, and then going to McDonald's and getting Kim to drive us home. Thanks Kim! All in all a boring night.

Yesterday involved organizing movie day. We were supposed to go with Claudia, but she disappeared. Right when Steve was going to go to Juniper's house, Claudia arrived alive and we had to tell her she had about 40 minutes until the movie started. It was classic, she was like 'AH! PRESSURE!' Steve was cool, and gave us all rides. So Me, Marta, Steve, and Claudia went to see Matrix: Revolutions, and then Gothika, and then we went to Cafe TuTu Tango. What an odd place. Expensive too. But it was good. I loved the BBQ Ribs and Wings. Next time Im not going to get two meal things, just that. Mmm ribs.

The concerts tonight! Yay for concerts. It's going to be lots of fun. I feel bad for Marta though because she has so many things to do. Stupid projects. Projects are the devil.

I think Im going to do a story. Mmm story. I'm hungry.

Hahah stolen christmas snowflakes. Silly Halton school board. I havent been doing my Calculus homework recently. I should. I just dont want to. So instead I spent money. I bought a new cell phone. The Slider. And someone else in one of my classes apparently has it. So much for being original. I need to buy Christmas presents for people now. I don't want to. I don't have the time, creativity or money to. And then people will get upset because they're left out. This is stupid. If I had it my way, Marta would be the only one getting a present from me. Instead I have a list of like 10 people I need to buy presents for. Plus Marta. Bah.

I cleaned my room yesterday. And now Im angry. Because my desk is a mess again. I have no idea how it happened. It just did. So now I have to clean my desk again. Well it's tider. It will be cleaner once the chips go away, and I put my cellphone box away. I know what Im getting people for christmas. And Im not a sicko like Barone either. Its going to be challenging. And too much money to spend all at once. Where do these people get the money from? Honestly. I mean, if I can skimp on paying my mom for the cellphone upgrade I'll be able to pay for it. But my next paycheck isnt until like ... Christmas Eve. Past the time when I will need presents. I think I might make an arrangement with my mother. Yes. I will pay her when I get my paycheck, and then I will buy presents with this one.

I am officially no longer buying fries at lunch. For a few reasons. I never get around to eating them. As soon as I sit down and eat my burger or whatever I have, Heather runs off and gets ketchup and her and Alex eat all my fries before I eve nfinish my burger. So I get like 5 fries. I never end up wanting the fries anyways, so it's not a big deal. So now instead of spending like $6, Im going to buy a burger and a drink for like $3, and then maybe a bagel occasionally.

I wish I was rich. Not like 'Llama you're so rich' because I'm not. I mean like buying out stores because people make me angry :D. That would be fun - and evil. First I would buy Stars, and fire Nick. Then I would buy Spencers, and toy with Barone. And no one would suspect anything! It's perfect. Muahahaha. On second thought, I don't want a bigger house. Because it's already impossible to fidn a phone in this one. People always steal my phones, because I'm the only person who charges them. And then they leave dead phones all over my room. So I go through like 5 phones before I realise none work, and I have to wander around my house looking for one that works. It's not fun.

I get to miss class on Friday, to help with some Quadrathalon thing. It's going to be a waste of time, I just know it. I'm going to not even hand out my Anthropology survey. It's like the same one as my math, I can just use the same info. I feel stupid for wasting money getting it copied. But if anyone needs it, let me know I'll find out if I can get it to you. I think that's it.

Thanks!
Mike.

Not blowed up anymore! Hurray! I spent an hour and 45 minutes at the doctors, and was an hour late for work. I dont think Im going to switch my server anymore. I might, I'm going to research a little more. Speaking of research, I have to remember to bring in my surveys tomorrow, and type up the one for anthro. Which I can do now, becuase the site works again. This blog is going to suck. I can feel it. You know when you're blogging and it's crappy, and you wish there was something interesting you could say - but there isn't? That's what I feel like right now. So I'm going to go listen to inspiration music!

[ insert music here ]

Oh I want you, I don't know if I need you but ooh I'd die to find out! Strongbad didn't do an email. I had such a good email too, it's sad. I'm upset but not really. I think what Im going to do from now on is get Time and Mcleans and read articles and post my opinions on them. Since this blogging is taking so much effort and I'm getting nothing worth blogging about. I want to finish my layout, but I need Jess to make me buttons. I might switch servers anyways so it's not at the top of my list of things to do. I want to get Kaitie to draw her online comic. I have to remember to bring her money for that.

I'm going to the Evanescence concert. I don't know what time it's at. So I'm going to have to figure that out. Ok no more crappy blogging.

My blood hurts. Not really. Just my head - but maybe it's my blood. This has been a craptacular week. It wasn't even close to how bad last week was, but it was still sucky. Marta's been really sick for the last few days, so I hardly got to see her. I saw her Tuesday night, and then she was going to come either Wednesday or Thursday but she got sick. So she wasn't going to come Wednesday, because she was sick. Then she couldn't come Thursday because she looked like she was going to die so she didnt come. Then she didnt come to school on Friday, so I brought her soup. Or I did that Thursday (my head hurts so I cant remember).

Friday I went to the movies with Barone and Jess. We saw Timeline. Despite what the dramatic-know-nothings (gasp) say, it was a great movie. Heather saw it and liked it! Because it was good. They just didnt like it because people died. But it was good, even if I had to be the third wheel. My other friend decided I have the biggest mood swings ever. I think that's a compliment?

Yesterday I thought I would have an adventure, so I went in to Toronto with Steve and Laura for the England Reunion (which sucked). I woke up at 8:30, and rush rush rushed to get to the GO Train station at 9:00. I managed to make it on time (I probably woke up earlier, and don't remember), and feel asleep waiting for Steve and Laura (Steve woke me up, and go figure, Laura just made the train). So the train was boring, and Laura managed to get sparkles from her scrapbook all over me. It was nice to see some of the people again. Some of the others I could have gone without seeing. We managed to set up "Movie Hopping 2" for December with some of the England people, and I got to see G-Spot and eat lots of food. And that was it. We went to get Baskin Robins Ice Cream with Bridget before we set off to go home. Yummy. We also decided that I'm boring, and need to be more interesting because I have the loud to go with it. Stupid getaway cars.

When I got back, I went to see Marta for a bit but she was still sick so I didnt get to stay very long. Which sucked because I havent seen her in a long time. But it was nice to see her anyways. Then I went home and took a nap, to prepare for the sucking that would be Saturday night.

I missed dinner. There were people over at my house, and they were having yummerific steak type foods. I could never be a vegetarian. When I go to work, Im going to have something with bacon. Maybe extra bacon even. So I missed dinner, but Jess and Christy came to get me to go to playdium. Then we picked up Barone. The ride there was rather uneventful. We were doing like 160 most of the way there, listening to Scary Music, and Barone was being icky with Jess. Lucky for me, I didnt have to look into the rear-view mirror and see it! Yucky.

DDR itself was yucky. Most of the time we were tired, or waiting for stupid little kids to stop camping Time Crisis 3. Or spending all my credits on ticket games! Then we went home. And partied to Chum FM's clubbing beats. And Jess was angry. And Barone was sad. And I went out the sunroof and danced!

I hate my job. I hate it, and I don't. I hate working in food. I've decided. I wish I could work in clothing or something. Even if it was more work, I'd love to work there instead of food. Or at like Playdium or Chuck E Cheese's or something. Just not food. Never ever again food. Food is so yucky. I got my schedule for the next three weeks. I like that. I wish he would do that more often. Now all he needs to do is give me my vacation pay.

My webhosting service fails. So I hope they fix it. Or someone is going to die, and Im going to have to do real work. I dont think they will fix it though, so now I'm looking at finding a new server. Mel's friend Eugene is helping me with it. Work :|

I got my second hard drive! It was lots of fun. I randomly decided I wanted to buy a second hard drive. So I did - and it's better than my main one. And my main one has only 15 gig of 80 used. This ones 120 ^^. So I'm basically never ever going to fill them up. Ever.

I have a calculus test tomorrow. I dont want to do it. I have to go in early to write it too. I dont want to play infront of the school either. I'd rather sit in the audience with Marta. But no, I have to play the stupid saxophone. Im going to go to bed soon because I have the test tomorrow. He said it's going to be two of a sphere, a triangle or a cone. I can do the cone and the triangle so I hope it's those. But knowing him, he's going to put a sphere on it. I dont even think we did a sphere, so Im going to have to read over that one tomorrow. At 7:45 in the morning O_O which is when I have to be there. It's brutal.

Some people are wierd. Other people might get punched in the face. Some people should go to hell. Others will die. -- It's almost like my own Dr. Suess book. I hope things get better.

Thanks!
Mike.

P.S. - I wonder who Eugene is.

Wow I liked today. I did my Calculus presentation. It was so classic. I got laughs, it wasn't a boring presentaion which is what I was hoping for. I even had little pictures of me and barone in it. It was classic. In Data Management, I didn't do as poorly as I thought. It made me mad that he went on about how we didn't study. I did so study. But oh well. He can be that way. I still failed by the way. Stupidhead. Natasha managed to make it better, she gave me my Early Happy Christmas Merry Birthday present!

It's amazing. A cooking 101 book, a CD of songs we both know, and a journal book that Im going to use as a scrap book. I'm so happy! I'm listening to the CD right now. Nothing else of importance is really happening. Except, I pity people. Not all people, but people that get stuff they don't server. Like being treated like crap, and what not. It bothers me.

And now for my sunday dream. I thought being a successful Llama farmer and village leader was cool. But this took the cake.

Sunday
I was driving along some highway, and there was this old public pool people were using. But I knew it was falling apart so we stopped. I went in and looked around, and then randomly had the money to rebuild the pool. It was part of some old building that was like a wedding hall. So after spending some time wandering around the pool, and enjoying my time in the sun, I decided to walk outside. That's when I found out that my parents were buying the place. Originally it was going to just be our house. But then it panned to one of those helicopter views like soemthign from survivor or temptation island. The place was massive. So I was walking in the backyard, which had its own boardwalk out into the water (two of them), plus docks and a huge private beach.

So I went insiode, and ended up having to walk downstairs to get to the main floor. I then found out that my parents were turning it into a resort. They had already started a massive restaurant on the main floor, and they had hired staff for it, plus hotel staff for all the hotel rooms it had. It's not quite as long as the other dream, but I liked it because it was long when I Was in it, but its short when I explain it.

Thanks!
Mike.

Oh ladadee ladadaa! You've got to dream a little dream. And I dreamed two really big dreams. One on saturday night, and one last night.

Saturday
It started like I was watching a TV show. It was the simpsons. They were in some castle which reminded me of Caer Diogel. Homer and Skinner were runnig around on the top of the walls and on rooftops, running awy from guards like they snuck in. Their were two ladders they were using to lay down from one roof to another to get across, and then up to the walls and up the towers and what not. But they werent working together, they kept taking the ladders from the other person. It was so funny. Then all of a sudden I was in it. So I ran up to the far tower and climbed it. Lisa was carrying Maggie and chasing me, so I threw away the rope and hook she had used, but then I was using one to climb down when she came up the side on wood skinner had left, and unhooked my thing so I fell. And I was thinking 'Damnit, I saw him put it there' and then I woke up because you can't die in your dreams. You wake up right before it.

When I realised I was dreaming again, I was in the same castle. Except this time it was deserted except for some people that came with me. Eddie Murphy was there and he was doing one of those Haunted Mansion movies. And everyone knew it was haunted. There was this courtyard you could gate to by walking through a passage to the main courtyard. I saw it, and it had a gate out - but I didnt go because I knew it wasnt safe. So we walked up the staris and around the wall in the courtyard. Everyone was going through this big gate into the castle, but I knew it wasn't safe. So right when they went in I turned back and ran towards the courtyard with the gate. When I looked out thegate, there was a whole army seiging the castle, so I ran out the back gate. I thought I was safe.

I wasnt. There was some mounted knight coming after me. So I summoned some supier power and ran really fast, and across the river, and over the meadow and through the woods (to grandmothers house we go!) until I was gone. Then I randomly found other people, and I established a settlement there. We built walls from giant hills like in FFXI where all the cities are surroned by moutnain, and then we started growing. We were Llama herders, and farmers and blacksmiths. I was looking over something made of wood (a box) when someone said there was something wrong. I followed them out the back where all the Llamas were going. There was a long boardwalk through some marsh (like Windurst in FFXI, but scarier). Eventually I figured out there was some evil elf sorcerer and I was like 'Oh fuck that' and I went back to the village and then I woke up.