don't bother to write

Sat, 12 Mar 2005 00:35:27 GMT

ok...i just realized that the word "sweety" in my last entry was supposed to be "sweet"

it was a typo.

;[

HAHAHAHAHAH

Sat, 12 Feb 2005 07:40:17 GMT

Jen quote:

me: "You're so sexist, Jen"

Jen: -in a cute voice- "-gasp- I'M SEXIES???"

lmao.

who wants to come live on another planet with me?

Sun, 06 Feb 2005 19:26:21 GMT

fuck the superbowl.

Fri, 31 Dec 2004 05:11:28 GMT

so, jen and i are on a break, effective today.

i can only hope that this will ultimately be good for our relationship. i just want her to be happy, with or without me.

Wed, 29 Dec 2004 20:19:11 GMT

i had a nightmare the other night in which i was my favourite literary character, lincoln rhyme, a criminalist who's a quadriplegic. i was trying to find a serial killer, but there was also someone copycatting the same serial killer who looked like a fat version of leatherface. weird, eh? the atmposphere of the dream suddenly went from what i usually imagine when im reading a lincoln rhyme book to one of those delapidated houses with the flourescent lights flickering sporadically, where the copycat killer lived. i dont remember the rest.

in other news, i forgot to mention that my sister gave me the book The Stand by Stephen King, which is about 1100 pages long. has anyone read it? if so, tell me your thoughts on it. it's supposed to be his best work.

christmas mayhem

Mon, 27 Dec 2004 03:59:25 GMT

wow, i had a good xmas. my mom didn't even bother to call, but thats ok, because i got to see jen and be with my dad and my sister and uncle doug and grandparents! she did send me something though, as if that would make up for her not bothering to contact me.

i got flavoured coffees/hot chocolates/teas, all three LOTR movies, a blank black sweatshirt, candy and other things from jen
an acoustic/electric guitar from my dad (very cool), money and a blanket from my grandparents, some shirt tranfers from my sister so i can put my own picture on the blank sweatshirt that jen gave me, among other things.

all in all, it was good. spent with good people with good looks on their faces when they opened my gifts.
:)

now, im off to make me some white chocolate cocoa.

Fri, 24 Dec 2004 15:51:43 GMT

SATAN IS COMING TOMORROW!!!!!!!

so, lately i've been watchin at the drive-in live videos. wow. the way cedric and omar move on stage is definitely my inspiration for stage moves.

Tue, 21 Dec 2004 01:55:22 GMT

so, tomorrow, my bandmates and i are playing live at the christmas assembly at our school. needless to say, im fuckin excited. wish me luck, everyone!

story time

Fri, 10 Dec 2004 22:43:58 GMT

so, heres a story i wrote for english class. hope you all enjoy.
it's kind of long, so those of you with short attention spans, try to read it all, please? i really want some peer feedback on this. if it sucks, you can tell me.

Richard Goes Down

Richard wasn’t always like this. He used to be a happy kid with friends and ambition. You would just look at him and say, “Now there’s a kid with promise.”
It’s hard to pinpoint the exact moment. Maybe it was when his parents kicked him out of the house with nothing but the clothes on his back. Maybe it was that time that he was beaten half to death by a few Bloods who caught him on “their turf.” Whatever it was, that happy, ambitious kid is no more. Now, if you were to look at nineteen-year-old Richard, you would be able to feel hatred, pure and simple. The man just exudes it. Hatred for anyone he feels is responsible for his current state. “You made me hate you,” he would say. When people see him on the street, they respond with fear and disgust. They see his badges of honour in the form of swastika tattoos, immediately form their opinion of him and quickly look away just as his eyes are about to meet theirs.
One night, as Richard was walking back to his one room apartment in one of the much less than wealthy neighborhoods of New York City, a thought occurred to him. It was a thought of the impending argument with his roommate, David. Richard had just bought a much-lusted-after shot of heroin, his favourite drug; one that he hadn’t experienced in weeks. David was straight edge, which means that he didn’t indulge in drugs, cigarettes or alcohol. He was your basic “emo” looking kid. You know, floppy hair, black rimmed glasses, that sort. Since Richard was behind on his rent, he knew that as soon as David found out he was buying drugs, he would give him hell.
Richard opened the door to the apartment building, walked to his room and stepped inside.
“Where have you been, man?” David asked. There was a slight edge to his voice that Richard was vaguely aware of. All he was thinking about was getting some Sweet Lady H into his system.
“I just went to pick something up.”
“Drugs?”
Just as he had expected.
“Look, I haven’t had any H in weeks. I missed it.”
“What the hell, man? You’re two months behind on your rent and you’re out buying that crap?”
“What business is it of yours what I do with my money?”
“It probably wasn’t even yours to begin with.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? You think I stole it? It’s none of your damned business where I get my money, either.”
“I can’t keep covering for your half of the rent! So far the landlord has been lenient with you, but if you keep this up, you’ll be out on your ass!”
“You’re starting to remind me of my parents, you know that?” With that, David walked past Richard, put on his coat, announced that he had a date and was out the door.
In a way, Richard envied David. He was free to do what he wanted; his life wasn’t dictated by how long it’s been since his last hit of ecstasy. The fact that he was always out on dates saddened Richard to a point where he would often take so much heroin he would pass out and not have to face his reality. On the other hand, he didn’t know what he would do without David. Having a roommate to talk to and sort out problems with was really nice for him.
Richard contemplated this for a while. After a few minutes, he went to his bed, shot up and thought of his home life with his parents, as he usually did when in a drugged stupor.
…
“Mom, I’m only half an hour late, it’s no big deal.”
“Shut up! Don’t you know I was waiting up, worried sick about you?”
“Come on, you really expect me to believe that?”
“I’m warning you! If you keep this crap up, I’ll throw you out on your ass!”
“What’s all this ruckus?” Sixteen-year-old Richard heard his father yell from the living room. Oh no, he thought, he’s coming into the foyer.
“I told you that I’m the one to discipline him! You stay out of it, you…”
Richard just blocked out the rest. He figured his father would be yelling at her for a while, so he decided to sneak away and up to his room where he could watch TV and do other things to distract himself from the forthcoming beating his father was sure to bestow upon his mother. He wished this wasn’t such a regular occurrence.
…
His thoughts shifted from this to the time that he was almost beaten to death by some gang members, the very same ones I mentioned earlier.
…
“I told you to keep yo white trash, racist ass outta hea!”
“What’s a monkey like you going to do about it? Are you gonna get your posse and put the beats on me? I’d love to see you try.”
No sooner had he said that than five more black males, much larger than Richard, stepped out from the alleyway.
“Oh, yo ass is really gonna git it now.”
…
Richard’s thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his door. He got up and opened it. There were two policemen standing there.
“Are you Richard Harris?”
“Uh….yeah.”
“You’re under arrest for the murder of Jamal Johnson. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say…”
Richard could not believe it. As they were slapping the cuffs on him, he asked them what this was all about. They simply replied with the usual “you know what you did” glance.
On the ride to the police station, Richard heard the policemen saying something about a witness seeing him in a drugged haze, stabbing a black man to death while yelling racial slurs at him. All at once, he regretted ever having gotten into drugs and racism. He knew he would be an idol among his skinhead friends after they heard about this, but it didn’t matter now. All that mattered was the fact that he would never again smell the sweet air of freedom. He began to cry, thinking of how he would never be able to talk to David again. No one worthwhile would ever date him after hearing about what he had done. He took one last glance at his apartment building out the back window of the cruiser, and mentally prepared himself for the next phase of his life.

Mon, 29 Nov 2004 21:56:15 GMT

AIDS awareness night at the Chat Noir went great. We raised over 200 dollars. I sung better than i thought I would :) Becky (the mastermind behind the whole night) auctioned off some art pieces she made relating to the AIDS crisis in Africa. they were REALLY good. 4 out of the 5 pieces sold. she's also an amazing vocalist. I told her i want to steal her brain and her vocal chords so i can make art and sing like her haha. i guess thats it.

ALMOST 2 YEARS FOR ME AND JEN!!

Sun, 21 Nov 2004 02:27:22 GMT

Today, Jen bought some of my Christmas present at the variety store. She got me an assortment of flavoured coffees, teas and hot chocolates. im very excited to see what else is in store come christmas day.

Also today, me and two guys from English class made a movie for an assignment. We had to create something depicting the events of chapters 5 and 6 from the novel Frankenstein (the part where the creature comes to life). We just had fun with it and made sort of a spoof. I don't think ive laughed that long and hard in a while. I wish all my homework was that much fun. I can't wait to see it on the TV screen when we present it to the class.

thats all for now.

Thu, 18 Nov 2004 02:34:54 GMT

lately, ive just been....childish, and i know its really been bothering jen. i need to grow up soon. im unsatisfied with myself right now. ive just been...immature and stupid around her.

on a better note (i use that phrase a lot lately), im part of a club at school called The Radicals. we're affiliated with amnesty international and we address human rights issues around the world. we're doing an AIDS awareness in Africa thing at the Chat Noir cafe on Nov 26th. we're going to have a presentation educating people about it and whatnot.

Sat, 13 Nov 2004 20:30:11 GMT

here i sit, lightheaded from the head cold. turns out it wasnt my cat that's been causing my stuffiness, after all.

I watched Saw on my computer. Masterfully done. the acting was mediocre, but the amazing plot twists and suspense totally make up for it. Jackie, if you read this, i thought the ending was GREAT. So unexpected. im sorry you didnt like it. well, when i found out that the "killer" was the ordlery from the hospital, i thought "man, thats too easy. it cant be him." and i was right. it was just a total shock when i found out who it ACTUALLY was. what a head trip.

Wed, 10 Nov 2004 19:15:13 GMT

STOP!!!!!!!!

hammer time

Wed, 10 Nov 2004 19:14:30 GMT

so, yesterday we got to listen to iron maiden in english class which was great. we read this poem called "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" and they wrote a song about it so the teacher brought it in. How often do you get to listen to Maiden in english class?? that was a rare experience.

Jen finally has the internet ;D so now i don't have to be on the phone tying up the line. awesome.

i might be getting a head cold. either that or im having allergic reactions to Fuzz. i hope its the former of the two.

Mon, 01 Nov 2004 19:50:48 GMT

arguably the most important election in history is tomorrow. i'm very anxious to see what the results are. kerry is behind in the polls. i really hope the "undecideds" move to the left and support kerry.

i'm finally finished that damn giant english assignment.

thats all, folks.

Thu, 21 Oct 2004 22:08:50 GMT

OK, I want everyone who reads this to tell me EXACTLY what you think of me. Don't sugar coat anything. Pull the knives out, if you have to. I'm just curious.

Things have been really on track for me lately. Fuzz went to the vet on wednesday. hes healthy.

The due date for a big-ass english assignment was pushed back 5 days, something i am VERY thankful for.

The band is really coming together nicely. practice on sunday, maybe ;D

Jen and i are doing well. We're thinking about getting an apartment together this summer. It'll be our 2 year anniversary on December 5th ;D If you read this, I love you.

great stuff

Sat, 16 Oct 2004 03:04:50 GMT

so, we have a cat in the house now. he's a stray that we're taking care of. we're bringing him to the vet this weekend to see if he's had his shots and if he has fleas and whatnot. i really hope we get to keep him. i bought a litterbox, a flea collar, some toys and a blanket for him. his name is Fuzz due to the fact that he's just a little fuzzball. :)

i'm now a bigger coheed and cambria fan, since my friend explained to me a bit about the story (he has the first comic). it's just really really interesting with the monstar virus evolving into sinistar and them not even being human and...wow. if you're a fan of them you may know what im talking about. if not, you probably think that's the weirdest load of bullshit you've ever read.

bye for now.

Mon, 11 Oct 2004 20:08:57 GMT

i have to peeeeeeeee!

Sat, 09 Oct 2004 14:59:41 GMT

i fixed my amplifier, which is great because i have band practice on sunday :D can't wait

i just woke up and remembered i was supposed to call Jen this morning before 10 (because she works at 10)....uh oh. i even set my alarm for 9, but i slept right through it. i'll get a hold of her somehow.

Jen finally got a laptop. she's really happy and excited about it :) so am i.

I h vae to write a story for english class this weekend, which is gonna be fun. i havent written a story in years and years.

well, not much else to say so.....bye.

Fri, 01 Oct 2004 00:18:57 GMT

so, my amplifier is on the fritz, and i possibly have band practice on saturday. i need to fixxx it. or have my dad take a look at it, but i suspect he knows about as much about it as i do.

in other news, i have recently discovered a comic called Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. once you get past all the brutal killing, its very interesting and insightful. best damn comic book i've ever read.

no school tomorrow. insert giant smile here.

i guess thats all for now.

Sun, 19 Sep 2004 14:09:51 GMT

hmm....the trial went badly. i was originally supposed to testify, but at the last minute, he pled guilty in exchange for a year's probation and some once-a-month councelling or some shit. i really hope he breaks one of his probation agreements so he can land in jail where he belongs, away from my mother.

i went to the fair last night. i didnt go on any rides, but i bought an ankh necklace for myself and some pentacle earrings for jen :)

school

Thu, 09 Sep 2004 23:43:32 GMT

school started up again yesterday. so far it's been ok. it gets kind of lonely without jen (shes coming back next semester) but i have a few friends i can hang with, so its bearable.

my classes this year are grade 9 art (and it's my 5th year of high school haha), spare (boring), gr 11 university english and yearbook.

the crown prosecutor for my mom's boyfriend's trial wants to speak to my sister and i on the 14th. i wonder what for...

Sun, 05 Sep 2004 16:01:47 GMT

the police station went great. it felt really good to give them a statement. i'm going to attend the trial on the 15th.

last night i watched taking lives with Jen. it was....ok i guess. it could have been much better. it was overhyped.

thats it.

Thu, 02 Sep 2004 23:36:09 GMT

ok, here's the scoop for those of you who aren't aware:

about 5 months ago, my mom's boyfriend punched her in the face in a drunken fit of rage. she was 5 months pregnant with his child. his trial is on september 15th. he has hired the best laywer in the tri-town area to represent him. the chances of him getting off look VERY good for him. i have to go to the police station tomorrow to make a statement against him. i sincerely hope that my words can help put that fucker in jail. the best thing for my mom would be to get him out of her system. i guarantee he's done shit-all to help her and the baby. i can't wait to make a statement. "every little bit helps" they said. i may even go to the trial.

on a lighter note, i dont work anymore. i got laid off to go back to school.
i cant wait to go back and see all the people i didnt get to see in the summer :)