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[21 May 2004|08:00pm]
Haiku by _infiction
am better i feel
better i feel calmer i
feel in general
Haiku! by Hutta.
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[13 May 2004|09:44pm]
Puck goes in net. Seriously. IN. Not on post, not three feet away but IN.

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seriously.... [13 May 2004|12:14am]
how stupid do you have to be?

An arizona politician thinks it would be a good idea to legally allow patrons to carry guns in bars.


Cause that's a good idea.
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must. go. to. folk. fest. [12 May 2004|02:28pm]
two, yes, two, one saturday and one sunday, weakerthans shows
folk fest here I come

but first, bed
glorious, glorious bed

how do I always time getting sick on my days off, and not days that I could skip work?
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the funniest thing ever [09 May 2004|06:28pm]
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[06 May 2004|03:18pm]

It's getting closer and closer
Only a few more provinces

Got invited to a pre-employment test at telus tomorrow. Figure I might as well go. I'd rather work at telus than superstore. Not that superstore isn't okay but I'm lazy and I hate cash for the sheer reason of standing for seven hours straight. Especially since I have to wear dress shoes. It was alright last summer at Old Navy with my Vans but damn dress shoes are uncomfortable.
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dream [05 May 2004|03:01pm]
longishCollapse )
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[02 May 2004|11:26pm]
So I'm sitting here watching the elevation tour on muchmoremusic and I just felt the need to write my praises on the band known as U2.

They are a band that millions adore. That countless more may not like but respect for the sheer fact that they are a band who have survived decades together and have the same lineup as the day they started and remain the best of friends. A band that has the fastest selling album of all time but don't care. A band that has millions of dollars but would rather open a mind than buy a new car.

Their music is the music that reminds us we are not alone. We are human. And as humans we will constantly question ourselves. We will question our beliefs, whether that be God or something else. Their music is the music that reminds us it is okay to question our beliefs. That God is someone who is there for us if we want it, but never forcing us down that path. And if we are on that path reminding us that it's alright to question what religion means.

It is music that reminds us to think. Beyond ourselves. Beyond tomorrow. To think of a larger world. To question that world. To look beyond CNN and the nightly news. To realize that we are just one part of a larger thing. It is music that reminds us that terrible things happen but what matters is how we try to change it.

It is music that reminds us we are not alone in questioning ourselves. That we are not the only person who feels alone and jaded. That we are not the only person who feels beat down. And to the flipside it is the music that cheers us up and soundtracks the good in our life.

They are a band that remind us simply to love.
They are a band that remind us we are all four poor lads from Dublin just trying to be heard.

If humanity had a soundtrack, it would be U2.
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[29 Apr 2004|04:25pm]
How the fuck did I manage to get an A- in social psych when I fogot to hand in the last one page paper that was worth 10% and got only a 67% on the midterm?


And they say slacking never pays off.
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[29 Apr 2004|02:10pm]
Anyone else notice that the swiffer commercials no longer use the term swiffering? Where once they said:
stop cleaning, start swiffering
Now they say:
stop cleaning, get swiffer

This saddens me.

On another note, I have an interview for Superstore friday evening.
Interviews are good.
I need a job.

I want to go to Vegas so bad but I have this feeling it won't work out. I don't think I can get the time off from work. Which sucks. Because I could have met Ben Affleck and Matt Damon. And then died happy. Or not.
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[28 Apr 2004|11:46pm]
I was watching this show on muchmoremusic today, all about how much money Posh Spice and her soccer ball kicking husband have.
It's so sad.
It seriously makes me sick thinking of how much so little have. And how so many have nothing.
Then later on Oprah she's talking to Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen who have more money at not even eighteen that people twice their age can't even fathome.

George W. Bush makes 400,000 for each year in office plus the 200,000 he was making in lesser positions. This is tax free. He does not pay for expenses in the white house.

The average US salary is 20,114.oo.
From this the average US citizen pays for Mr. Bush to live in luxury.

How does this work.
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lonely [18 Apr 2004|01:00am]
How am I supposed to be okay for four months when I'm barely lasting a few days. I feel so lost and I hate it.
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random pictures I took last night [17 Apr 2004|04:42pm]
sorry, sometimes I'm really vainCollapse )
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people are on drugs, I swear [17 Apr 2004|02:31am]
nudity ahead, not work friendly

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crappy emo band and impark tickets [10 Apr 2004|01:03am]
So, apparently according to the ticket left on my windsheild from the fine folks at Impark, I drive a Nissan and I am from BC.
Because there are not morons in the world.

Went to see bands with Jillers tonight at Red's. This is my review on the travesty known as Calico Drive.

As the set starts the band isn't even on stage. Instead we are forced to watch some god awful music video that must have cost a total of 50 dollars. Plotline to said video? Some loose stories weaved together by the underlying belief that all depressed people go to laundromats where a band just happens to be playing.

And then the band enters. And I use the term band loosely as the word band implies some sort of ability to play as a group which they severly lacked.

The band consists of five members. We have the drummer who, well, drums, who really notices drummers after all. Guitarist one just seemed lost standing all by himself with the obligitory tight pants that may or may not have been his girlfriends but paired with this we have a t-shirt that seems more suited to some hip hop boy and a shiny silver chain. The bassist reminded me of the missing member of Limp Bizkit.

And that leaves us with the singer and other guitar player. Where to start. Well for one there was the singer's spiffy tapered pants. The Def Leppard shirt. And then we must all ask the question, how many Adam Lazzara's does the world really need? Let's do the Adam checklist shall we. The tortured sounding lyrics? Check. The random spastic movements? Check. And of course let's not forget the ever present mic swinging. In the words of Brand New, mics are for singing, not swinging.

And last but not least the lead guitar player. A rather skinny boy who for some reason decided he needs to channel the fat guy from Alexisonfire. Either that or he's been in some tragic accident that took the upper part of his arms and therefore it is a medical condition that requires him to have his guitar at chin level.

Ah yes. Sherwood Park's version of and emo band. May they live long and prosper.
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stolen from halelind [06 Apr 2004|11:35am]
survey"Collapse )
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random usless entry [01 Apr 2004|05:48pm]

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Ugh [30 Mar 2004|07:21pm]
So apparently I have some sort of panic disorder, or says the doctor. So its back on medication for me. Last time I was on effexor (when I was severly depressed) it was good, it helped a lot, I went on it with no real huge problems side effect wise. This time not so much. It's only been a week and I already feel clearer head wise. But the side effects are really bad. The first night throwing up, I still feel a bit nauseus now sometimes. I can't stop yawning, even though I'm not tired. So my jaw hurts like a bitch. I'm hungry, but I have absolutly no appetite. None. So far today I've had half a sandwich (I made it and could barely finish the first half), an apple which I only ate about half of again and four cheemo perogies. That's really not healthy. At all. I make something and I look at it and want to be sick. Went to Tim Hortons last night and got a couple donuts and almost threw them up I felt so sick after. Its supposed to all hopefully clear up within another week or else I go back. BLah. This sucks.

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my dream summer job: [24 Mar 2004|09:38pm]
Banff Center for the Arts
Design program from June 7 to August 12
Lighting and scenic design work study positions are offered in Festival Dance, Dance Training, Opera As Theatre, Opera Performance, and Aboriginal Dance Performance. Participants are assigned to work under the appropriate designers and, whenever possible, are involved from the conception stage through to the full production. The designer/ participant relationship promotes professional development according to individual goals, objectives, expectations, and experience of the participant. Responsibilities are determined by a participant’s initiative and by the demands of the productions.

Too bad I'd make maybe 500 dollars since you have to pay for this and your salary is basically 50 bucks more than total program costs.
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[22 Mar 2004|04:18pm]
I wish I could remember what it was like to have something meaningful to say. Not that I'm sure I ever did in the first place.

Everything makes sense right now but at the same time it doesn't feel any different. I don't feel any different. I've prided myself on being better (better than what don't ask, it's a long story) but I don't feel better. Maybe I'm just better at hiding. Pushing through the moods that come over me. Maybe that's all I'll ever have. A better ability to pretend.

But no, I am better. I feel better. I feel calmer. I feel in general. I actually feel. I feel that long since forgetten sense of love towards people. To him, to my parents, to my friends. Even to myself. I wake up and on most days I actually want to be up. I want to start the day. I want to get out of bed and see what the day will bring because it's stopped hurting. The simple act of getting myself out of bed doesn't hurt anymore. It doesn't seem like the world's most daunting task anymore.

So maybe I am better.
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