June 1st: Today… I woke up at 7am to my landlady knocking on the door.
Me: Snuh. ::Rolls over:: ::Tries to go back to sleep::
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Me: Aughhh.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Me[Dishevelled, one eye sealed shut, drool still warm]: ::Opens door::
Landlady: What’s wrong?
Me: It’s seven am.
Landlady: … Oh. Well, here’s how you work the alarm.
[Natter Natter Natter Natter Natter]
Me: Uh huh. Zzz….
Landlady: [Natter Natter Natter Natter Natter] Got it?
Me: Yeah. [Closes door. Falls immediately asleep]

9:30am.
Me: ::Wakes up:: … Something about the alarm?
::Meanders upstairs:: ::Finds note::
Note: “Viger. Please set the alarm. Remember the new code.”
Me: … Oh son of a bitch.

So I went into work, and redid a bunch of scenes that I was given the wrong character versions for… Rahhh!
At lunch I went to the bank with Dorian and waited in line for nearly an hour. Apparently, the computers were malfunctioning. Woo loo loo. The teller apologized about being rude, and I was so cordial and understanding that I surprised myself. He asked what “Smiley Guy” was, since he’d seen a couple of the cheques today, and I explained it was an animation studio. A friend of his recently moved to Toronto, from Van to animate as well. LoL! What a fucking small world this is.
Afterward we went out to eat lunch at this place that has MASS AMMOUNTS of food for so cheap. I’m surprised there weren’t more homeless people eating there.
After basking in more studio drama, I returned home.
In POURING RAIN AND THUNDER!
Ka-boom!
When I got in the door, sodden, makeup running, looking like sheer poo, the landlady introduces me to the new Japanese girl.
Who speaks no English. At all.
I quickly escaped into my room.
Apparently the other girl who lived in the basement suddenly left yesterday.
Hm.
I see.
The story goes she wanted to stay for a few months, but left after two weeks because she was a party girl and didn’t like the “no friends” rule.
Or maybe.
She likes her knew Canadian passport.
Hey, hey. I’m just sayin’.
Fishy.

But in good news, I GET FREE FOOD! The previous girls all left this untouched frozen food, which has been passed on to me! Buwahhaha. Jamaican Beef Patties. Delicious!

And one final note. The landlady doesn’t seem to understand that I don’t speak Japanese.
Yes, I can say “hello” “how are you” “nice to meet you” “where’s the toilet?”, but that’s about the extent of it. I can’t explain to the new girl how to work the alarm.
BECAUSE I HATE THAT ALARM!!!
WITH ALL MY BLACK LITTLE HEART!
And also I don’t know how to say alarm in Japanese.
Screw you.
I will NOT google it.

June 4th: I skived off work a bit early today due to EXTREME FATIGUE. Augh. I’m so tired. It’s indescribable. Anyway, on my way to the subway station, this dude comes up to me and asks for a cigarette. I give him one, since a) I’m such a nice person and b) I’ve gotto smoke all these before Sunday. So for my trouble, he tells me he’ll read my fortune.
Ahm. Yeah… It was pretty spectacular. Spectacularly WRONG!.

    “You listen to a lot of heavy music… Like Smashing Pumpkins.”
    Mike! MIKE! Remember when you tried to play me Smashing Pumpkins and I nearly broke your arm for it? Ahahaah (>_<) Ahhh. Memories.
    So, no. I hate Smashing Pumpkins, and I want to punch their whiny lead singer in the eye.

    “Your family is from Morocco.”
    There’s only one internet expression that can sum up my reaction to this: OMGWTF.
    I am by no means Moroccan.

    “Your name begins with an M… Mary?”
    I told him he’d never, EVER guess my name. Even if I gave him the first four letters of the five letter name.

    “You have two younger sisters.”
    No, I haven’t.
    “Then two younger cousins?”
    No, I haven’t.

    “Your dad split when you were young.”
    No, he didn’t.

    “You own a skate shop.”
    Only in my mind.

    “Two guys have crushes on you. But you’ll find out they’re gay.”
    LOL! Omfgwtf. Okay, first of all- why would they have crushes on me if they were gay? Is there a second part to this prediction? Like “you will get manwang surgery?”
    I may not be a delicate flower of femininity.
    But I’m certainly not somebody a gay man would wanna date.

    “You’re into healthy eating. You’re a vegan!”
    Ahah… AHAHAHAAHAHAHA! ::Falls face first into her beef fried chicken pork-wrapped cutlet::
He then gave me his business card and begged me to be his friend because he was lonely and crazy. I told him it wasn’t in the cards.
Once I got home I attempted to sleep, but I was too excited for HP3, so I just assed around until it was time to go to Dorian’s. I met up with Deni, Dorian, Jasmine and Adam (plus another friend of Deni’s whom I can’t recall…) and went to the theatre. Actually, first we went to Lick’s… An ice-cream/burger joint which posts their costumer’s political affiliation on a white board and plays 50’s music like it matches their banana yellow décor.
Bleah.
So now…

THE MOVIE.

    Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban was, overall, awesome.

    The Good (“His dead parents are in his bosom!?” - Jasmine)

      The new director kicked ass when it came to cinematography. Beautiful shots, wonderful capture of time, and I especially liked how he used the whomping willow to depict the passage of time. Very plot-conscious and also, this was the first movie where it felt like an actual year went by, and not just a bunch of willy-nilly adventures mashed together.
      I loved the composition. Not to get all technical-y, but it was superbly done. It seemed like Hogwarts became a lot more picturesque this year, with covered bridges and huge clock towers. The grounds also seemed much more expansive, including a lot of forest-y areas. I was INCREDIBLY happy about that, because before it just seemed like this bigass castle on a tiny tiny island with NO forest around it.
      And lastly, Emma Watson is hot.

    The Bad (“The bridge scene should have ended in a kiss.” - Dorian)
      The new director wasn’t so good with the people part. I agree with Adam that every character became a caricature of themselves.

      Harry: OW! My angst. I’m SO ANGRY.
      True, but that’s the ONLY emotion he has in this movie. His crying his forced, his joy is forced, only his angst came through. They didn’t capture any of the disappointment, shock, or loneliness that are integral to Harry’s character.

      Hermione: I’m smart. Bye.
      She’s a good sight better than the other actors, but she’s definitely short of the mark here. She hasn’t got the wisdom Hermione is supposed to portray, nor the childish/playful side. She’s just… Book learned. It ends at that.

      Ron: I forget. Am I in this movie?
      I forget too, Ron. Were you?

      Draco: I’m a wiener. Where did my other goon go?
      Draco was the WORST offence of caricaturising. He was very slap-stick comedy, and complete comic relief. Largely due to editing out the Slytherin/Gryffindor Quidditch match, there was no real threat in Draco during this film.

      Dumbledore: Want some candy, little girl?
      Okay, he wasn’t so much a caricature of himself… As the new actor is a lecherous old man. The old Dumbledore radiated kindness! This guy was a FREAK. He had this constant air that he would molest the children while they weren’t looking.


    Now, my main disappointments in cuts.
      - Snape’s “werewolf encounter” as a kid isn’t explained. Why he hates Sirius so much is only alluded to.

      - Trelawny doesn’t predict death constantly. She only predicts it once, which makes the audience take it seriously, not laugh and go “oh, there she goes again”.

      - Draco doesn’t get this bandaged arm scene, where Ron has to prepare his potion. I was sad about the slashiness being lost, but trust me, it’s all gained back when Draco passes a note to Harry. And do you know what the note is? A drawing! AHAHAHAHA. Yeah, I used to pass drawings to boys too, Draco. UnF!

      - During his Quidditch match, Harry doesn’t see Sirius in the bleachers, he sees a “grim in the clouds”. Harry tripped out on acid several times in this flick. I’m beginning to think he’s not as bad at potions as Snape thinks.

      - No bondage in the Shrieking Shack. No, slash fans, there is no tying up of people in the shack. In fact, it’s all pretty mangled after that scene. Lupin and Sirius fight in dog form, there’s malarkey with the time-turner and Harry + Hermione attempting to flee the werewolf.
      So lame.

    But overall, the movie did the book greater justice than any of its predecessors. Much of the original dialogue and scene structure was kept in tact. I would definitely watch it again…
    And THERE WERE DEMENTORS!
    ::twittter::
    They were awesome. Oh my gosh. I know most people don’t like rotting dead things as much as me, but they’re so awesome! Come on! As if you don’t like the Dementors. :: sighs:: Ahhh…. My life is complete.

June 5th: So lazy… So very lazy. Until 7pm I assed about watching movies. Then, I met my new roommate. She’s so cute and Japanese! ^_^ LoL. I said a few things to her in Japanese, and she asked if I spoke it. No, no, my dear. She seems to like me though. She’s a lot less… Yelling in front of me. And she seems to understand me A LOT better than she understands Sara…
Anyway, after that, I went to work.
And worked through the Boy Ballz concert. I didn’t have enough energy to go, so I thought I may as well make myself useful while I can.
I got home at about 1am, showered, and went to bed. Zzz… So lazy. And surly.

June 6th: Today Dorian, Deni and I went to get our tongues pierced! Wooo! The waiting was the most unbearable part. I was so nervous- or anxious, or something. Not because I was afraid of the pain though… And the pain? It so didn’t hurt. People who say it hurts are pussies.
It was like a pinch- that’s it.
My only ill affect was nearly fainting on the way to the subway- but I think that was by and large because of the lull after excitement. So Dorian sat with me while I ate a freezie and tried to recover full consciousness. It was a lot more fun with another person there. I look a lot more idiotic when I sit down on the side of the sidewalk alone.
Anyway, after a brief stint eating freezies in the park, we went on our way and ran into this guy who had about ten rats on his arm, all just laying there, chilling out. They were so well trained! He was showing them- a sort of way to make money, I guess. I loved them immediately and he let me hold them and play with them. OOOH! They were CUTE! And I still have my mad rat-catching reflexes, because when one fell off his arm, I caught it with one hand. LoL. He said not to worry, they land just fine- but I was sceptical, having owned a rat who fell off my kitchen table and bashed its head on a chair.
… She was a nicer rat afterward, though. Too bad about the gargantuan spleen.
So I gave him some change and went on my way. ^_^ THEY WERE SO CUUUUUUTE! I miss my Poiboi. -_-
At the subway Dorian and I split, and I went to No Frills to shop. Now, I’ve never been there before- and when they say “No Frills” they fucking mean it!
First offence: I was looking for freezies. I couldn’t find them in the freezer- nor could I find personnel to help me.
That’s because there WERE none.
Second offence: I found the freezies, and went to the cash- which didn’t have a conveyer belt. The lady just asked if I could PUSH the merchandise forward.
Third offence: You have to slide your own debit card. I hate that.
Fourth offence: Now this is the biggie- They don’t bag your groceries. They throw a few bags at you (if you’re lucky) and tell you to get the hell off their property.
Omfg.
If I could have yelled, I would have.
And now? Now I am eating soup. Why did I get chunky chicken? I have no idea. Because it takes all my X-Men powers just to chew things and not chomp down on my barbell. So far, so good. No bit chomping at all.
But now I know how it’ll be eating when I’m 80. After 45 minutes, this tiny bowl of soup is only half gone… And most of it dribbled down my front. ::Eyes its tepid disgusting glory:: Auughhhh. I guess I could reheat it. But I tire of this task. On to the sorbet.
PS: For those of you who don’t know, sorbet is made of ice cream’s ass!
PPS: For those of you who can eat ice cream? FUCK YOU! I want some right now.

My brain is still getting around this whole "piece of metal in the mouth" thing.
Brain: Omgwtf.

Eww… I’m all sticky from the sorbet. I don’t remember the last time I was sticky after a meal… Maybe when I was five? This drooling thing is fun though. I feel like the Queen of France.

June 7th: Ahh, the second day of piercing. I feel pretty good. In fact, I slept better than I have in weeks. I've been clenching my teeth in my sleep recently, which used to wake me up, but the barbell definitely stops me from doing that.
I only woke up once at 6am... Did anybody else's power go out? I woke up in a start because I heard my computer re-detecting its peripherals. I freaked out, thinking it had crashed... But then I saw the numbers on my clock were blinking. So I was fine.
... What? Yes, odd noises from my computer wake me up... ¬_¬` Screw you guys.
Anyway, I've been able to eat some solid food now. I think my brain has started to habituate to the barbell.
I still have weird startlements, though... Like, I'll suddenly be like WHAT HAVE I DONE!? AHHHH! And nearly pass out... The idea of other people having a spike driven through their tongue didn't disturb me. In fact, the idea of it happening to me didn't make me flinch. But now that it's done, sometimes when I move it around, I feel ill. Like OMFG I'm a MONSTER! But that's starting to pass.
I think my brain just needs to simmer down.
I have a very shifty body image at the best of times. This probably doesn't help the ol' "wait a second... There's something new... XENOPHOBIA! BLAHM!"
This whole thing reminds me of the first person I ever knew to get a tongue ring. Heather... Lowe? Was it? I think so. She went to primary school with me. When I first me her, I told her my name was Anna. She said I looked like an Anna. ::Shakes head:: LoL. Well, needless to say her spectacular social skills had her inducted into the popular crowd pretty quickly. The fact she was a minute blonde party girl probably helped. While my ahm- lack thereof had me dangling at the bottom of the social chain. When we graduated Heather and I ended up in the same high school- and in Grade 10 she got her piercing. By that point I had gained a bit more social consciousness, and I went up and asked her how it was, how long she'd have to eat baby food, and if it was painful.
She gave the usual responses. It hurt a bit, a few days of mashed up food, and that she was happy with it.
Huh.
I can't believe it. Grade 10. That's a bit young to decide to drive a spike of metal through your tongue. I mean, I think I had JUST stopped clamoring for ear-piercing and started asking if I could bleach my hair at that point.
::Eyes current hair:: Ah bleach. My old enemy. Why do I keep being tempted into using you!?
I think this catastrophe of hair is far worse than my piercing.
Too bad my brain is used to my hair looking like rainbow colored poop.

June 8th: What an odd day... I was a little out of sorts being switched from layout to character break-up because of a lull in the pipeline... But that's not really what made the day odd.
Today people were reading this during work- This journal. And by no means do they read it religiously like my friends and family do- they don't read it out of interest of what I'm doing or caring about me. They just searched their names.
In fact, because gongaga is such a large site, Googling names of people I talk about tends to bring up this journal.
So people argue "if you don't want people reading it, don't post it". I don't really care if people read it- individual people, that is. I post it because I like to know it's here, for everybody to see. I honestly think friends-only journals are the dumbest things. If somebody is really that interested in what I'm doing, let them read, I honestly don't mind. But even if nobody read this, I would still post. It’s the same with my site, I build it because I like to see it grow, I like to collect information.
It's, for the post part, something I do to document my life. I like going back and reading what I did a few years ago, seeing how I've grown. This is why I don't have any bulletin set up for people to reply and comment.
These are my comments about my life and about the people I know. They aren't private in the least- in fact, what I think is generally a public thing. Of course I take people's feelings and general consideration to heart, but, by and large, I tell people what I think straight out. That's why this is public.
So why was I so disturbed that my co-workers read it? Why was I on the brink of tears?
Because it reminded me of high school. Little crowds of people reading you- judging you- behind your back.
And in a crowd, you read things with your mind. You're ready to mock- you won't be affected by things that, otherwise, would make you think. People read with their heads and not their hearts.
And I pour my heart into this journal.
If somebody disagrees, on their own, that's fine. If somebody mocks, that's fine as well.
I know a lot of people find this weird. But I'd like them to at least give me a chance... To actually read what I've said. To try and understand me, before they judge. And skimming through for "entertaining bits" isn't understanding me.
CTRL+F-ing for your name isn't understanding me.
It's judging me from the clothes I wear.
That I sometimes go on rants and tirades.
Read about when I first left home.
Read about my first day, at 17, away from my parents for the first time, when I wished I would die. Then judge me.
Regardless... I won't censor myself. This is a chronicle of my life, and what publicly happens, I post. What I publicly announce, I write.
Certainly, there are parts of my journal that will always remain offline. They're for my personal reading only. But this is what I want the world to know.
And this is me.
I respect if you want me to remove something I've posted about you. If I see your reasoning, I will remove it. But it doesn't change that it happened.
And remember that it doesn’t' change what I think of you.
Whether I write it or not, you know my opinion.
Because, at least once, I know I've told you.

June 11th: Typical work day… Until we watched episode 10. Oh my lord. Funniest episode to date, I think. It was absolutely hilarious! Oh gosh… I would gush about certain scenes, but I want to force all of you to watch it, so all I’ll say is this… There is copious amounts of masturbation. What? Don’t believe me? June 19th, 8:30pm, Comedy Network. Be there! Muahaha!

June 12th: Went into work today first thing… Which was great because I got a lot of work done. I was almost the only person there- Paul left (with his adorable cat!!! ^_^) just as I arrived, and the only other person around was Miyo, the assistant of the artist who rents the space next to us.
So I worked until around 5pm when Jonas rolled in… Literally. He had actually roller bladed from Forest Hill. (>_<) The thought alone makes me crave a smoke. LoL.
But anyway, we got into this huge PR discussion, which eventually encompassed Minz and Denny. Seems like there are some good ideas rolling around to promote the show. I’m really hoping for its success- since working on Season 3 would be awesome personified… In me. (o_0) … Okay, okay. I just want to see if certain characters get another romp in the sack. ::chuckle:: Nothing wrong with that…
Watch the show damn you!
8:30pm 19th June Comedy Network.
If you don’t watch it… Then you’re not Canadian! You’re just… French.
::Dodges flying baguettes:

::Ahem:: Once the whole buzz about what we’d do PR-wise ended, Minz and Denny went home, and Jonas and I lazed around watching the Simpsons until I had to leave to meet Dorian for dinner- which was spectacular as usual. Guacamole, you are my new god.
And speaking of self-centred deities, I actually remember a bit of dialogue from the night of side-splitting laughter… The best bit of all:
    Dorian: I wonder if it’s feasible to write a WAV file program that would map out a conversation, picking up what different people say at a table, and when they leave, etc.
    [We discuss the idea for a while and how it would need to be done]
    Me: But, honestly… You just want it to chat log your conversations so you can copy/paste your witticisms into your live journal.
    Dorian: Aww. Was I that transparent?
    Me: I’m afraid so.

June 13th: I woke up this morning at 8:30am, fully awake, and rearing to go. I have no idea why, seeing as I got to bed at 3am. So I forced myself back to sleep, and eventually hauled my ass into some clothes at 11am.
At one I met Deni and we went shopping ‘round town. The Bay was alarming! It seemed like EVERYTHING was on sale. I got a great pair of pants for 20$, and Deni got an equally cool pair for 7$!
But those were the extent of our finds, because beyond that, everything was hideous! I even tried on these massive orange shiny pants purely for entertainment value. (>_<) They were truly awful.
After a quick bite of strangely non-Hispanic Mexican food, we went to The Market in search of some cheap yet wearable things. While we were browsing this one store, a guy comes up to me and starts hitting on me, but before he can get anywhere, Deni says his name. The guy freaks right out, “how did you know my name?!”. Apparently they’d gone to high school together, but the guy was too much of a pot-head to remember Deni. Luckily this whole reunion of ol’ pals saved me from him attempting to be suave. He asked me out, even though Deni told him I was way too young. I kindly declined, saying no, I was spoken for, and that I was fifteen. I wonder if he believed me? LoL.
We got out of The Market around 6pm, and I went into work. It was pretty populated for a Sunday! I stayed and did a bit of character break-up before returning home for domestic chores. ::Eyes laundry:: Damn you and your soiled glory…

June 15th: Wail, wail. My stomach decided to be a bitch today so I stayed home from work, curled in a foetal ball and cursing the lord’s name in vain.
After a while, though, things seemed a bit better and I went upstairs to get some food. But just as I’m entering the hallway, the alarm goes off… Those fuckers set the alarm on me WHILE I WAS IN THE HOUSE. Now, I was watching movies pretty loudly, so it was obvious I was here…
Sure, when it comes to guarding a house, I wouldn’t trust me either. I’d be first in line to offer up your expensive new TV to spare my life… But honestly, did they have to set the INSIDE MOTION DETECTOR part of the alarm?
There are TWO settings, you know… Or maybe they don’t.
Alarm setting 1: Doors/Windows. It goes off after a minute if an exit is opened while it’s set.
Alarm setting 2: Motion detector. It goes off IMMEDIATELY if anything moves even in the slightest.

Anyway, while I was out getting food… I noticed something:

My love of being a pedestrian:

    There’s nothing quite so entertaining as watching people at the amber light. It’s a chaotic mesh of every car speeding to make it through or take that left turn while they still can, bikers zooming between them, people hauling ass through the crosswalk in alarm at the vehicles plowing toward them, and trams forcing the whole commotion to grind to a halt as they inch through the intersection.
    Now, I may only have my learners permit… In fact, I may not even be eligible to drive on account of the fainting, paranoia, and fits of murderousness… But honestly, isn’t the amber light supposed to mean “yield”? I distinctly remember seeing that… Not “run wily nily around the intersection until you’re sufficiently wrapped up in somebody’s wheel well.”

So I returned home, ate, kept the food down, and mourned the fact I missed the interview with Don McKellar that was going on in the studio today. ::Sobs::

Luckily, http://www.bookofratings.com/ was around to cheer me up…
And now a little something for those of us who blog, own a website, or have built that 4m x 4m Lego replica of Hogwarts and lived in it for a few weeks.

Agoraphobia

    While a fear of crowds and public places must suck for the sufferer, an informal survey indicates that it's responsible for approximately 42% of weblogs, 64% of case mods, 85% of webcomics, and all Lego constructions involving more than one thousand bricks. So really, your ability to put off work by browsing the Web depends on the harnessed power of thousands of agoraphobes hooked up to their keyboards like hamsters in hamster wheels, only somewhat less likely to have their cheeks stuffed with sunflower seeds. B


June 16th: Work was the usual… Breaking up characters and BGs… Layout out what I could. On the way to anime night, Dorian told me about the most awesome thing that happened. And JAN-POPO, ARWIN, and MIKE must read this, because they’d get a real kick out of it.
    Every Tuesday with nice weather Dorian goes to this park drumming session- picture a hippy communion with a bunch of fire dancers, people in comfy clothing, and mass inhalation of narcotics.
    Yesterday, Dorian was playing a little off-beat drumming and was joined by a girl who was playing the same rhythm as him. After playing for a bit in synchrony, they’d look up at each other and laugh, or hi-five. This went on for a while, and Dorian started thinking he recognized the girl.
    He asked me if I remembered “Ready or Not”, because he thought it was the main actress.
    I agreed- because she played drums in the show, and I’m fairly sure it was filmed here.
    Dorian goes on to explain that after a while “Busy” grew tired of drumming, and turned around to make out with her gay lover.
WOOOO HOOOO! I was right! Who knew how to call them!? Me. Uh huh uh huh uh huh. :: Does llama strut::
In other fantastic news, ABCs rules, I now have the first disk of Sailor Moon Live Action. ::Loves on A:: ^_^ You p\/\/N.

June 17th: Today sucked the nut. First of all, I’m dead tired. And I feel shitty, like I’m getting ill. My stomach’s been upset all day. I’ve been on the verge of puking since morning…
But I suffered through work because I’m the last layout person left (Ian’s on holiday), and they need me in there.
So I get through until 6pm, and drag myself to the subway station, where I’m stopped by the attendant at the booth.
Him [Nearly unintelligible by the booth]: Card!
Me: What? I gave you a ticket! It’s in there!
Him: Card!
Me: No, I gave you a ticket. ::Moves to walk off::
Him [Opens little door]: You need to show us your student card.
Me: I see?
Him: You paid with student tickets.
Me: I always pay with student tickets.
Him: Show the card.
Me: ::Digs around in wallet for student ID:: Here?
Him: No, that’s international ID. We need the TTC student card.
Me: Oh… Sorry. I don’t have one.
Him: WELL, you have to pay more money.
Me: I haven’t any more money.
Him: Then I’ll write you this form that you go to Davisville with…
Me: I have to get home NOW. :: About ready to puke::
Him: Well what’ll it be?! The form or put in another ticket?
Me: I can just put in another ticket?
Him: Yes.
Me: Okay. ::Can’t reach ticket box on the other side of the bars:: Um. ::Hands it to him::
Him: I can’t touch it. Put it in the box.
Me: I can’t reach it.
Him: Put it in THAT box!
Me: ::Turns around:: [There’s another box a few feet away] Oh.
Him: Geez.

So I proceeded to rant to Dorian about how I’ve NEVER been stopped for using student tickets, and HOW THE HELL was I supposed to know? At the 7-11 they just GIVE me student tickets! I have NEVER had a problem with this.
This is the sort of thing the TTC should EXPLAIN because I didn’t know! WHAT the FUCK. Seriously.
And that GUY! What a hardass! WTF. I'm a cute chick, usually these things slide. He must have a tiny, tiny penis. I hope his job of harassing the innocent validates him somehow, because next time I see him, I'll have the goat's blood ready.

June 19th: The premiere! Woo HOO! All of YOU should have been watching the Comedy network at 8:30pm, or plagues on your house! … Unless you watch it next week, an episode I actually worked on… Then not so much with the plagues.
Anyway, I watched it at the studio. There were a few hardcore fans who showed up, and we all commented bitterly on the flaws we still saw… But overall we were impressed. Especially by the awesome close caption sound FX. I think “laser noises” were probably my favourite. I don’t see how the sound a magic wand makes can be construed as a laser… But we’ll chalk that up to some sort of creativity.
Once the show was over, the party died down to the “furious” fans. (>_<) LoL. We stayed around and chatted until 3am, when the party actually started up again… But we were all fairly toasty and called it a night. Weed and I shared a taxi home- and on the short walk to my house, another cab pulled up beside me. I was like “oh, that’s nice. They see a single girl walking and offer rides…” But I waved him away, seeing as I was only a few blocks from my house.
But after I waved him away, he pulled up again, and asked if there were any late night clubs around. I thought this a bit odd- he is a cabbie after all. But I told him about a few, and he drove a bit again before stopping yet another time. He then proceeds in asking if I want to join him at the club. I nearly burst out laughing. But then, of all things, he says he recognized me… And I knew him too! He had given me a ride before… I’m getting hit on by CAB DRIVERS now. I can’t believe he recognized me WALKING DOWN THE STREET. Omfg. I laughed so hard the rest of the way.
I’m certain I looked insane.
Dear god.

June 20th: Omfg. I’m a little tipsy. LoL! I just finished dinner with the family, the highlight of my day. Miwa and her friend Kana cooked dinner. Kana was a refreshing change, since Miwa speaks so little English it’s difficult to carry on a conversation. She doesn’t understand anything… But Kana did, and translated. They were impressed with my mad chopstick skills, and my knowledge of pleasantries.
It was funny, the family was all up in arms about my grasp of Japanese. For whatever reason, they had this notion I had a Japanese boyfriend.
Miiiike. Your reputation precedes you. Even people in VFS, who saw him in person, thought he was from Japan.
Er. No.
But that’s okay. I know most Westerners have some sort of issue with who’s Chinese, who’s Korean, who’s Japanese, who’s Philippino… And honestly, sometimes it’s hard to tell. I find it about as difficult as telling Austrian and German people apart.
::Ancestors kick me in the face::
Ow.
Damnit.
Anyway, Kana and I were the most plastered out of anybody. We got into this huge laughter-filled conversation about cooking the pets that annoy us. She lives next door in another boarding house that has a CHIRPING BIRD. Remembering back when I would pick Heath up every morning, I can definitely sympathize with the squawking and the insanity it causes.
At some point, we’re going to rope Jenny into Karaoke.
I also taught Sara, our land lady, a bit of Japanese. She’s always annoyed when we call her “mommy”, so I told her the only Japanese she needs to know is “Okasan! Okasan! Obento!”
Which means “Mommy! Mommy! I want my lunch.”
Muahahaha!

June 22nd: I attended the fabled drumming circle.
After Kika took me out to dinner (much laughter and unlady-like eating ensued) we went back to her place to wait for Dorian and Deni. It was their anniversary today, so they had gone out to dinner as well (HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, DAMNIT!!!) and we didn’t expect to meet up with them until around 9pm.
So Kika gave me the grand tour of her new house, which is majestic, to say the least. Super old architecture, fireplaces, high ceilings. Almost makes me want to not live in a basement. Almost.
Anyway, after lounging around for a bit Dorian and Deni joined us, and we all made our way to the Park where the drumming circle was going on.
It was ahm… Not my bag. Swarms of people, hippy-type people, drumming, dancing, and breathing fire. It was all rather alarming and loud.
Regardless, I stuck around, but after about forty-five minutes Kika and I left. She had a deadline in the morning, and I had an excuse to finally escape.

June 23rd: Unleashed FURY at public transporation! AkA…
    The Top Ten Reasons I'll Go on a Shooting Rampage:

    10. Leaning.

      Don’t lean on me, you smell like a gym sock. Fuckoff.

    9. Seat Hogs.
      Look, I know the best way to avoid the #10 people is to sit on the outside seat, but I have another 20 minutes in this heap, let me sit the fuck down.

    8. Seat Goalies.
      Are you gonna sit your ass down, or are you just going to hover around the last available seat? Oh, I see. Hovering it is. Fuckhead.

    7. Dogs.
      Don’t bring your mangy crock of leg-humping excuse for a pet onto the bus. I’m certain you fancy him terribly cute, but he’s drooling on my shoe. In fact, so are you. Wise up, assface.

    6. Brat Kids.
      I appreciate kids are a pain in the ass, but do refrain from letting them run wily-nilly all over the damned bus. Don’t give me that maudlin smile! Yes, I’m glaring at YOU! Control your kids, or I’ll be forced to shove this day-old bratwurst down their throats, which is about as pleasant, comfortable, and socially appropriate as letting your roly-poly kids scream like it’s going out of style on public transportation where people are ALREADY on edge and prone to using run-on sentences!

    5. Rushing Ahead of Me.
      I know it’s imperative you get to that boggle game with the other dilapidated misers, but I’m getting off at the same stop, so wait your fucking turn like any other functioning adult. Oh, I’m asking too much. Halfwits.

    4. Singing Loudly Along.
      After elementary school, I was near certain I had heard the end of singing on buses- In fact, this should go without saying. I don’t give a flying squirrel’s left nut how “radical” your music is, it’s enough that we have to hear the tinny overflow of the thousand decibels that are pumping into your ears, we don’t need to hear your rendition in all its teenage-voice-cracking glory, you jackskulled fucksocket.

    3. Separating Friends and Couples.
      Is it REALLY that difficult to ask the person next to you if your friend can sit there? It would certainly save the rest of us from anecdotes of discount value bin finds being bellowed across the bus. Nobody cares about your two-dollar flip-flops. Cram it.

    2. Automatic Door Roulette.
      Would you exit the train a little more quickly? Some of us have to get ON before the doors close. Take your fucking time, it’s not like I’m already two hours late for work!

    1. My Giant Weiner Takes up Much Relestate.
      Look, I appreciate that your member is so massive that you simply MUST sit with your legs flayed as far apart as humanly possible for comfort reasons… But bare with the rest of us and stop kneeing me in the side before my bag “accidentally” connects with your overexposed crotch at high velocity.

June 24th: My god, England played like ass. At the studio literally EVERYBODY was watching Portugal square off against England in foot ball (soccer for you American folk). Now, I was routing for England only because of last Saturday, when Portugal won and the streets were TEEMING with idiots hanging out their windows with full sized flags, honking like the horn was going out of style…
And that cacophony of stupidity? Oh yes, it was in full swing by the time I got home today. People were shouting, hanging precariously from passenger side windows and off the back of pick-ups, blowing whistles, and waving all manner of flags… Plus vendors had set up all along Dufferin street, selling everything from popcorn to buttons. And people were BUYING the shit. With GUSTO!
God… It was such a sudden shock. Every other part of the city was business as usual, then you get close to my home sweet home in Portugal Town and everybody’s in a frenzy- including the family I live with. They were hanging around out front, shouting at passing cars, decked out in their colors, just like Saturday. Auuughhhh. Kill me now, people. Kill me now.

June 25th: Today was down right stressful. My boss was taking people out to talk to them about their place at the studio. I spent the day freaking out whenever anybody walked by, shitting bricks- and he never spoke to me! Apparently it was only the animators who were being conferenced. ::Eyetwitch:: I guess this makes me officially a pre-production person.
At any rate, feeling sorry for my depressed ass, Dorian invited me to have dinner with him and Deni. As always, I was impressed by their children’s awesome behavior. I mean, they were COLORING QUIETLY. They should really come school the little monsters that live here. Honestly! Dorian’s daughter is younger than the boy who lives here, and SHE understands things like not POKING FOOD on the table, asking with WORDS for what she’d like, using “please” and “thank you”, not pushing people, and not running off into the distance every two seconds during dinner. I mean, these kids actually ate dinner WITH us, instead of being slapped in front of the TV to watch Pokemon after two minutes. It’s refreshing to see at least some kids are still being raised with the same rhetoric I was.
Do I sound old?
Or just bigoted? LoL.
Anyway, after the chillins were in bed, Dorian, Deni and I had all manner of hilarious conversation. It really cheered me up- particularly the guide to anal rapage. (>_<) Ha ha ha.
    Me: Buggery just isn’t that easy.
    Deni: It’ll involve mass quantities of “social lubricant”, I’d imagine.
    Me: Yeah, just carry around a jar of corn oil, dip it in, and let it fly!
    Dorian: No no, that wouldn’t do it. You’d need a kiddie pool full of oil.
    Me: What, throw yourself in, then go at it?
    Dorian: Of course not! You throw the victim in! If YOU’RE all oily, you’ll never catch anything!
    Me: Ha ha ha, that’s the beginner’s mistake, eh?
    Dorian: That’s right. The one thing you have to remember: oil AFTER you’ve got your quarry.
    Me: Though it’d be funny before… Picture this greased up naked guy, running out of an ally, trying to catch you but slipping all over the place.
    Dorian: Maybe that way, even if you were stuck slipping around on the ground, the cops couldn’t catch you.
    Me: I think they’d use the towel of justice.
    Dorian: The trick would be to get SO greasy that bullets would slide right off you.
    Me: Now that’s just ridiculous.

June 26th: Happy birthday TGO! (^_^) Muwhahar!
This week's episode of OJJ was FAR less attended than last time. I was surprised at how few people showed up. I left around 11pm, and there were still only half a dozen people gathered.
So I let Deni drag me to Fünhaüs, which turned out to be awesome. It was 80’s night, which didn’t so much mean hairy-chested guys in button down shirts, as it meant sexy goth girls willing to dance with me.
I had a great time, and unlike my friends, I’m brave enough to dance without being completely plastered. This saves me an assload of money, seeing as it takes a Mickey of whiskey to get me tipsy.
Finally I’ve found a Toronto club more my style. Mementos can kiss my shiny metal ass.
Halfway through, while we were outside getting food, we met up with Adam! So Deni promptly dragged him into the club as well. (>_<) Ha ha ha. Apparently there were a whole slew of people Dorian and Deni knew there- me… Not so much. But then again, the Toronto subculture and I aren’t terribly well acquainted. Anyway, at around 2am Deni’s friend Laura and I left so we could catch the subway, and I stumbled happily home.

June 27th: Oh my god… I’m tired. So very, very tired… I woke up this morning at quarter to 12 to my ‘phone ringing. Deni was calling to tell me to get my ass down to the Pride Parade, which I had completely forgotten about.
So I booted ass down to meet Deni, Dorian + kids and we witnessed the parade in all its Torontonian glory. Which is to say, the parade was a) late, b) slow, and c) full of JERKS.
We sat right up front, in front of the crowd barricade, and about half way through the parade I just had to leave. The people behind us kept inching in, and inching in, and if you even moved to get something, they’d take that spot. People were literally leaning OVER me to see, and kicking me in the butt.
At first I just scooted forward to not be poked, but after I was crammed against the fucking fence, I was like, enough is enough. I’m sick of being kneed in the back by these assholes!
I had WAY more fun at the Van parade, where we were all laid back, chilling by the beach, and NOT trying to kill each other.
Fuckers.
All of them.
But the floats were keen, and sitting next to the kids got a LOT of attention. They got candy, toys, and necklaces- which was so cute. I mean, come on, what better way to encourage tolerance than associating naked men with candy at an early age? Which reminds me, Deni was commenting after the parade that she taught her kids two valuable lessons today:
“If a naked man offers you candy in the street, remember to say thank you.”
And “You’re too young for lubricant.”
Ha ha ha.
Anyway, after my retreat I met up with Dorian again and we attempted to go to the Piercing place to get our barbells changed, but they were booked solid. I TOLD Dorian that would happen (neener neener neener) since after seeing a genital piercing, everybody wants one.

So after wading through waist-deep debris from the parade, Dorian and I met up with Deni at the subway, went home, and ate. Lazily. We were all pretty burned.
The funniest thing was when I got home, though. Kana was here visiting Miwa, and SHE had gone to the parade. She was all excited about the naked men, and that she had taken pictures of them.
She showed me the shots she took, and she was particularly impressed with the Polar Ice dudes, which were all muscley and revolting (well, according to me). But Kana thought they were pretty “sekusi”.
And now… Now I’m gonna put my clubbin’-high-falutin’ ass to bed.

June 28th: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I have my job back for next season! ::Does victory dance::
That is all.

June 29th: I actually attended Deni’s girls night tonight. In theory I was there to fix Dorian’s computer, but I had high hopes that it would involve a lot of eye candy. In reality, there was much talk of boys and past relationships… Here I thought girl’s night meant we’d all be sitting around in lingerie having pillow fights. THE MEDIA LIES!!!
There wasn’t even partial nudity involved!
Next time.
Next time I’ll get ‘em.

June 30th: Went to work, was taught how to scan, scanned. The logical progression. Throw in a couple of drinks mid-afternoon, me returning to work half-pissed, and you’ve go the perfect day. I topped that off with a light dusting of anime night and tyranny with Jasmine, and all was right with the world.
Well, almost… Portugal still won.

July 1st: Happy Canada Day to one and all!
Work was a wee bit slow today, so those of us who showed up went out to lunch at a delicious Vietnamese (I think) restaurant.
Afterwards I sluffed off a few more scans and went to meet up with ABCs, who came to Toronto to visit! Yayyyy! Mainly, we laughed at Legolas, but we also wandered around Bloor and ate falafel. So all and all, it was a lot of fun, despite getting hit on by some random guy.
I was carrying around the board Dave lent me, and this dude runs back to where ABCs and I were sitting, and he’s like “A flower for the skater-chick!” and gives it to me. Then asks if we want to smoke a joint with him, then proceeds in trying to get my ‘phone number.
After I persuaded him to leave, ABC’s was like “does this happen often?”. Ahahah. I guess my replies are jaded.
Anyway, as the sun set we parted ways- and I forced her to agree that she’d consider coming to Dorian’s party on Saturday.
I skated home, which proved to me that skateboarding, unlike riding a bike, does NOT come back easily. My ass hurts from falling on it. I thought I sucked before because I couldn’t do tricks, but at least I could coast around.
Mwharrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

July 2nd: The last day of work. ::Cries:: OH GOD! SMILEY GUYS! ::Hugs them all:: What will I do without my animated family?
Err… Go visit my actual one?
Damn the bus! And how that’s involved in me getting places! Damn air travel! Damn it all! Why can’t we hurry up and invent teleportation so I don’t have to deal with people? I can just teleport from secluded residence to secluded residence. ::Darting eyes::

July 3rd: I got up this morning and told Sara about my plan to leave for three weeks- she was so nice about it, offering to drive me to the bus station or airport. And she gave me my rent back for July! Holy crap! I was so chuffed, seriously. I drew her a picture to show my thanks. (^_^)

Pre-Party

    I bused down to the studio to watch Odd Job Jack. At first the only people there were Jonas, Paul and I, but eventually Denny and his girlfriend showed up, as well as Brad and Heather, Dave, Jer (who I harassed into coming) and ABCs (also one of my harass-ee-s).
    So we were all congregated, and I was fairly drunk- yet still in charge of getting everybody to the party, since I was the only one who knew the way to Dorian’s house.
    Now I know how the Daycare guardians felt. (>_<) I was afraid I would lose people along the way, but somehow everybody stuck together and we arrived at the party in one big clump.

Party
    I proceeded in getting totally plastered and toasted, which was great. Mainly I remember laughing really hard, falling over with Jackie and Lisa when they were fighting over me (hee hee hee), and pledging never to move again.
    I also seem to recall Jer King sitting on a little pink tricycle for much of the night. (^_~) I’m sure he’ll want me mentioning that too, so here it is.
    I kept harassing ‘A to get to my level of drunkenness, too… But she’s a real college girl now, a total heavy weight when it comes to liquor. Then again, she was drinking beer, and I was drinking whisky… So I don’t feel quite that beaten.
    After a good wind-down session and much consumption of water, we decided to start leaving. I think Jer, ‘A, Dave and I were some of the last to go… Probably just leaving Ba with Deni and Dorian.
    I honestly don’t remember when everybody else left. (o_0) I recall trying to stop Jackie from leaving, hence the falling over, and also convincing Dave to stay, but the rest of the Smiley Guys and party goers seemed to have snuck out while A and I were laying on the porch reminiscing loudly about high school.
    So in the end we all parted ways, and Dave and I took a cab home, which rocked, since I only had like 10$ with me, and I was still swaying, plus I had a case of chronic hiccups.

Me Staggering Home
    I still felt pretty crap when I got home, so I drank copious amounts of water, barfed up copious amounts of water (+ booze), ate aspirin and Tums, added more water, then zonked out and proceeded to have lucid dreams that I was still partying down until like 8 am.
    But the night was fully worth the one hour of hangover time, and it wasn’t as weird as one would think to see my boss and co-workers at a house party.
    Though it WAS weird seeing 'A down an entire beer to my insistent “chug-a-lug” “chug-a-lug”. I think god meant me to be a frat boy.
    I certainly grope like one.

July 4th: It rained, it thundered, Portugal lost, the family fed me chicken anyway. And now, the girl on girl action.
    Innuendo Geek Style
      softcorecannibal signed off at 1:13:39 AM.
      softcorecannibal signed on at 1:13:59 AM.
      softcorecannibal: I dunno what happened.
      Me: o_0
      softcorecannibal: But I think I was disconnected.
      Me: LoL!
      Me: You're on dial-up?
      softcorecannibal: Gee, it's not like I have the syph or something.
      Me: Ha ha ha ha, I didn't say I would stop groping you.
      Me: I was just curious, baby.

    Knock on Wood (More Innuendo)
      softcorecannibal: I'm a 5th there
      Me: OMG that's slow...
      softcorecannibal: Shush, you’ll scare it.
      Me: :: zips up::

    Watching OJJ makes me gay for you, Lib!
      softcorecannibal: OMFG
      softcorecannibal: DONE
      Me: :: spews coke:: DOES IT PLAY
      softcorecannibal: OMFG
      softcorecannibal: YES
      softcorecannibal: omfg
      softcorecannibal: they're so gay for each other
      Me: :: GASP::
      Me: OMG
      Me: YES
      Me: YES
      Me: I just had a vicarious orgasm for you seeing it finally!
      Me: WOOOOOOoooooooooo
      softcorecannibal: omigosh

    There’s no two wangs about it. Ways… About it.
      softcorecannibal: He thought it was a penis
      Me: IT IS
      softcorecannibal: WHAT?!
      softcorecannibal: No it's not
      softcorecannibal: Is it?
      Me: It IS
      Me: it's a robo penis
      softcorecannibal: omigosh
      softcorecannibal: OMIGOSH
      softcorecannibal: OMIGOSH
      softcorecannibal: NO!
      Me: I KNOW
      softcorecannibal: NO It can't be
      softcorecannibal: omigosh
      softcorecannibal: I think I died
      softcorecannibal: omigosh
      Me: It is fully a penis
      Me: LOL
      softcorecannibal: i thought it was an antennae
      softcorecannibal: a... robot antennae
      softcorecannibal: oh
      softcorecannibal: oh
      softcorecannibal: oh
      softcorecannibal: SEND ME ALL THE EPISODES
      Me: Oh YES.

July 5th: I got up bright, early, and excited to get my lip pierced today. I met up with Deni + kids in the “usual place”, but didn’t actually end up getting the piercing. I asked the guy about healing time, and he said four weeks. I’m like screw that, there are certain Vancouverites I’d like to kiss when I get there. And get this- his response is “Well, that just means no foreplay!”
Newsflash, guys: Girls like foreplay.
Wield this knowledge well…
Anyway, the voyage wasn’t a complete flop, since Deni got her jewellery changed, and we hung about in the park afterward for a bit.
On the way home, I called my mom, who was all a thither about me getting another piercing, and assured her I wasn’t a complete freak yet. She was rather relieved, and we chatted while I walked all the way from Queen to Bathurst.

July 6th: [In which I discuss herb, home made panties, and Dorian’s purse]
Laziness… Much laziness. I assed around until girl’s night, which I showed up to early due to lack of anything to do. Not having a job sort of sucks that way. Whenever I’m working, I feel like I’ve got a million things I need to do when I get home, but now that I’m home, I sit in front of my computer, and we just end up staring at one another for hours on end.
Me: “So… It’s been a while.”
The Beast: “You’re a neglectful whore.”
Me: “Aw.”
At any rate, once I was covered in black dye, with my makeup running and looking a total mess, the other girls arrived, assuring that now nearly ALL my friends have seen me unmade. Damnit. I’m just not good at this goth thing. I either need to be more dedicated, or use shoe polish instead of eyeliner.
Chatting and drinking ensued, and we ordered delicious food thanks to Lisa! SEE! I remembered your name. WOO LOoO LOO! Ahh, context reinforcement at its best.
Later in the night, Dorian came home, much to the chagrin of the girls- except possibly Sarah, who gave him his belated birthday present.
I didn’t know they made grape rolling papers, and frankly, I’m disgusted. (^_~) I don’t mind smoking naked ladies, or even your occasional animal print, but honestly- bright purple grape flavoured??? ::Heaves:: Regardless, I was highly amused by the label “Only for use with tobacco”.
Uh huh. The only people left who hand roll with papers and not tubes are 80 year old men, and I’d wager they have the same view as me on grape rollies.
So after making Dorian squirm with talk of breast reduction, making him carry around a sequined purse, and discussing loudly the notion of “official girl’s night underwear”, we all retired to our respective homes. Now, for the record, official girl’s night underpants went through the most morbid transformation throughout the evening. At first, Lisa suggested we have sequined undergarments- which became an official JAR of panties that we would distribute to new members. Of course, being the psychotic young ladies that we are, it was then insisted that the panties be hand made, from a TRAUMATIC material… Such as your mom’s favourite sweater.
I was relieved, since hand-made had me twitching. I can’t sew… At all. I use staples. I staple my clothes together, and stapled panties just don’t seem to be a clever idea.
Regardless, the notion of wearing a sweater, without alteration, as a pair of bloomers, brought much laughter, especially regarding the “peek-a-boo” neck, which would need to be duly buttoned… Or… Y’know. Stapled.

July 7th: Last night… I managed to get to bed at 3am. A moth and thunderstorm combination kept me up until 4am, at which point I kept glancing alternately between the clock and my computer, wondering if I should just pull an all-nighter as to wake up properly at 9am… In four hours.
But I slept, and awoke, scarfed down waffles, and ran my ass to the greyhound depot… Taking the subway with luggage, even if it’s only a backpack and laptop case, is EXTREMELY irritating.
If I had two minutes less sleep, I would have clocked that lady in the eye.
So I arrived at the station, after a 5$ cab ride (it was RAINING people. I was carrying the Beast. Fuck you.) and quickly bought my ticket, leaving me 90 minutes of waiting time.
Wee.
Next time, I will SURELY sleep in. That is, IF I do this again.
The wait was terrible, mainly due to the number of pigeons within the station. EVERYTHING was covered in crap, and they were swooping so low, that if I were slightly more murderous, I could have caught one and crushed its fragile, hollow-boned body in one hand.
But finally, the bus loaded, and the people just… SUDBURY. They looked Sudbury, they spoke Sudbury, and I was rather wishing I still had my enormous dark glasses to hide my face and my shame.
The busride itself was fine. I watched movies on my laptop, until it ran out of batteries just before the first rest stop.
This was two horrible, horrible curses. First, the rest stop: It was a McDonalds in Perry Sound. It was on the highway, and the only other people stopped there appeared to be buses such as mine. This mean the line was IMMENSE, the people smelly, and therefore, the bus was rendered just as disgusting.
I did not eat McDonalds.
I stood outside, and wished for a quick death from above.
Instead, I got a slow gruesome death of speaking to fellow passengers who simply wouldn’t leave me alone. When I turn around and ignore you, that’s my EXCEEDINGLY NICE way of telling you to piss off before I crack you in the eye.
Travelling puts me in a terrible mood- pester me not, lest you incur my wrath!
But of course all that seething rage melted away when I saw my mami again. (^_^) Now I’m nice and cozy in my childhood home, enjoying how freakish it is to be back.
AND POIBOY IS HERE! POIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! ::Cuddles him:: He’s the fattest rat ever now. I left him here at Christmas, as a little pup, and now he’s a massive due.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww! (^_^) Adorable +10.

July 12th: So what have I been doing? In Sudbury… Ahh, lazing about. The one time I went out was to renew my health card, then I receded back into my study.
The oddness of coming back to my childhood home has lessened since the first time- I remember being really taken aback when I first came back. Everything looked so big- so clean. So unlike the way I’ve lived on my own. But I feel so relaxed here, so creative.
My stomach and heart problems have all but disappeared. It’s a great feeling. I’m not sure if it’s the lack of responsibility, or maybe the relaxed schedule that did it, but I feel great. Maybe I’ll give credit to my mum’s homecooking. (^_^) As much as I complained about it as a kid, nothing is tastier now. Especially after living off of peanut butter and 7’11 sandwiches for the past couple of months.
Everyday my mum tells me how happy she is to see me healthy. I guess she worries with my mental schedule and party-girlishness.
Speaking of which- the reaction to my tongue stud? My mom was weirded out, and my dad thought it was the coolest thing. ::Laughs:: That gives you a bit of an idea how it was growing up here, in one ear an voucher to be normal, and the other ear a voucher to do whatever I liked with my personal appearance, but to be home before 4pm.
And it’s really not so hard, here. There’s nothing to do. No places to go. I don’t really see a point to going out when I’m here. I guess the city made me less misanthropic.
Hm, what else… My rat Poiboi has come to visit. (^_^) He’s grown so much since I saw him last. And he’s so antisocial! But luckily I also have a little girl rat- born without a tail. Well, she has a tiny attempt at a tail, but it’s clearly a genetic thing and not over-vigorous cleaning by her mum. I dubbed her Pen, after the treatment she was given. Hee hee hee. How morbid of me. (^_~)

July 14th: Today, I visited the dentist. And let me tell you, It was HORRIBLE. The lady who cleaned my teeth was very… Vigorous. I had permanent wounds afterward! First, she scraped away what, I’m CERTAIN was, parts of my teeth which I need. Then she proceeded in spending nearly half an hour polishing them, and followed that with this high-pressure baking soda spray.
It tasted like my cooking.
Which is to say, horrible, and VERY salty.
Not to mention it ripped apart my gums pretty badly… Yarr. But my teeth are white, I have no cavities, and their instructions to me were “floss”, “don’t smoke”, and “don’t chew on your tongue stud”.
Well, Okay. If you call that living.

July 15th: You know that DVD movie trivia game, “Scene it”? My parents and I finished it. No, no. Not just one game, we played it so much that the questions asked on the DVD are all repeats. ::Sigh:: Well that was two days of fun. Maybe we shouldn’t have just picked the “all play” DVD category repeatedly.

July 21st: Today I left Sudbury. I guess I was subconsciously nervous because I was really ill for most of yesterday, and I really wasn’t up to snuff this morning either. During the plane ride I kept feeling very nauseous- Usually I’m okay on planes now, but when we were coasting around the airport out of Sudbury and Toronto, I nearly lost my lunch.
But it was all worth it when I arrived in Vancouver. I think this is the first tine I’ve touched down during the day- and it was like something out of a movie. At first, the mountains appeared below us, and that was really breathtaking. It’s just as people paint it, with the detailed dark mountains up close, then a gradient of peaks until they’re so far away they fade into the white of the skyline. And the clouds looked like they were sitting on a big invisible glass, suspending above everything, puffing out like cotton at the top, and flat below.
What really struck me was the final view. The plane did a turn, obscuring my view with the wing, and when we levelled down again, it was like a reveal: the sun was just setting, hitting the ocean in a gradient of orange, and surrounding it, nestled at the foot of the mountains, was Vancouver. I swear it took every sane fibre in my being not to burst into tears at the sight.
As we approached, I could see the packed downtown core, my old tromping grounds, surrounded by the even and repeating suburbs.
Mike met me at the airport- with flowers. He’s such a sweetie. (^_^) Then we took a cab back to his apartment, which is really quite nice. It’s an older building, with only three floors, but it’s nice and quiet. Unfortunately… It’s also HOT. And I don’t mean uncomfortably warm, I mean the records are melting and the fish are boiling. I keep having to take cold baths- Mum, I know I complained about your glacial house, but at least you can easily warm up. I mean, jump around, wear lots of clothes… But I’m down to my skivvies, dripping with ice water, and with a fan blowing down my neck, and I’m still about ready to pass out.
I have no idea how Mike stands it. In fact, I don’ know how his computer stands it. Externaly is toasting up the place. I’d better wrap up and stick the Beast in the ‘fridge. (^_~)
Oh, but one more thing, for the Vancouver people who have moved around, not given me new info about how to reach them, or are just unreachable in general (KYLA!!!):
I AM IN VANCOUVER YOU CANDY MUNCHERS!
COME SEE ME!

July 25th: Out of my own, sober, volition, I have gone swimming every night since I’ve been here- In the ocean. Yes, heat can make us do strange things, like running willy nilly into the waves, wearing nothing but skivvies, in the dead of night.

During the day I generally laze around Mike’s house. Honestly, it’s too hot to go out. Going outside means moving in the heat, and I just can’t deal with being away from a nice cool bath for so long. So, what I’m trying to say is, Beauty and the Beast should not be watched while annoyed. He looked far better when he was a hairy bison.
And Hackers is the best comedy ever released.
Some day, I will skateboard through a virtual computer yelling about brain cancer.
In further random thought occurrences, today I booked my flight and swept the floor. I leave August 3rd, and there’s a whole lot of sand that collects in carpet when you live near the ocean.
Yesterday I called Sara, and I’ve been promoted to her newest daughter for booking the downstairs room for a year staring November 1st. Until then, I shall attempt to find a place to crash for two months… Seems like a long session of being a mooch, but I’ll attempt to restrain myself from bodily beatings.
In conclusion, the heat has fried my brain, I’m amused Libbeh thought I was arrested for peddling smut, and Popsicles may well be the best invention mankind will ever produce.

July 25th: Today Karen, Mike and I went to see The Notebook. It was the only movie we could agree on, and it turned out to be not as bad as I’d expected. For a tear-jerker it wasn’t that sappy, though it was horribly drawn out. There were parts where the movie just lagged, and I lost interest. Also, it didn’t pull at the heartstrings as much as it could have. Many romantic moments were disrupted by banal dialogue right after (“You’re beautiful… Want some grape juice?”).

The highlight of the evening was seeing a homeless guy stealing a bike as we left the theatre. It was insane! Some dude (henceforth known as Awesome-TieDude) near us said the homeless guy had been there for at least twenty minutes before we’d noticed. After another ten minutes, the guy got the bike loose, and attached it to his wheelchair... Yes, he was in a wheelchair- but he got up OUT of it to pry the bike free with much bodily force at one point.
It’s like he’d done it a million times before. And he probably had. I guess it’s partly the bike owner’s fault for leaving their property shoddily chained out in downtown streets at 1am. There wasn’t much we could do, other than cheer once he got it off. Karen yelled “I want to see you ride it now”, and Awesome-TieDude told the homeless dude off for stealing and not having a job, but he relented due to fear of being shot.
Ah well… Awesome-TieDude seemed nice enough, albeit embittered at the world. At least he had an awesome tie.

July 26th: This afternoon, after tidying up Mike’s place (as to not be a mooch), I went to see the screening of Mucha Lucha- and it was really funny! Sure, some of the jokes were really predictable, but it’s a kid’s show… Besides, the ACTUAL funny stuff more than made up for the lame bits.
My only gripe was the length. It was a long movie, and I don’t think kids have that sort of attention span. Also, Buena Girl is really fucking annoying. I hope she dies in future episodes.
My favourite characters by far were Rikochet’s grandpa (god that was funny when Buena Girl was insulting him, and he popped out of nowhere), and Flea. That kid has some sort of disorder I can’t even begin to explain. He reminds me of a less mature version of Jason (from Home Movies).
At any rate, it was a great air-conditioned way to spend the day, and afterward I walked Mike back to the studio.
On the way we stopped off at the Vancouver Library, where his friend Arlene had paintings for show. The show itself was hosted by her mentor, whose paintings are apparently quite popular in the Philippines and sell for a lot of cash. But the sad fact was, all his students were just ripping him off. There were only a few unique pieces (most of which were Arlene’s).
Oh! And as we looked at the pieces, Mike and I were commenting out loud about what we thought, since there weren’t many other people around. Then suddenly this guy comes up, and starts following us through a REALLY bad section of paintings. He then says “those are MY works”, and didn’t leave our sides until we had gone past his last piece. Mike and I stayed politely quiet.

July 27th: I spent today getting ready for the Bardel wrap party. I went out and shopped on Granville street for a new sexy outfit. Luckily all the stores were having sales, but it took me some doing to find a good ensemble despite the bargains.
Then, in a shi-shi sweats n' tees store, I found my inspiration piece: an awesome off-the-shoulder shirt with neon coloured paint spatter design (black base). I then bought a neon pink miniskirt, black tights, pink accessories, and pink nail polish to go with it. I was totally the glitter goth of the party when we got there.
But GETTING there was the hard part. First, Mike and I took a bus, transferred, and were dropped directly in the middle of Stanley Park. I’m happy I wasn’t wearing high heels, because we had to WALK to the Rowing Club (where the party was held), and, as can be predicted, we got well and truly lost ("Took the scenic rout." Says Mike). We had to ask some employees of the park, who were outside eating, where the fuck we were.
But the party was a lot of fun once I was there (and plastered). At first glance, it was VERY high school prom, right down to the balloon + streamer decorations. They didn’t even have open bar! PLUS, the bartender STOLE the drinks I had brought, and called me stupid for asking him to open them. DUDE. It’s a PRIVATE party. Open my fucking drinks! I’m cute!
He then proceeded in telling Mike I was an idiot as well. Pft. I was DRUNK not STUPID. There’s a difference. But ah well, it was all worth it, since Mike and I danced to the wee hours of the morning.
The Bardel team was fun to speak with as well- despite their sad attempts at dancing (with me). I kept motioning for Mike to come save me from this one particular off-beat guy, but he was busy chatting with the higher-ups.
I forgive him, though, because we danced the last dance together, which was La Bamba. LoL! Both a classic (in my life), and show-appropriate. I still remember dancing to that old tune on my dad’s shoulders when I was three years old. (^_^)
The night ended off with an “interesting” attempt to escape Stanley Park, which you can’t drive through: apparently you must drive ALL THE WAY around.

July 28th: In the afternoon I met up with Luke and we went out to get lunch and catch up on how the industry is treating us. It was really funny, actually- especially his portrayal of how it was being schooled at Emily Carr (“Have the lettuce show emotion. Emote with the lettuce! Emote!”).
I also got to see the boards he’d drawn for the new show at Smiley Guys- it looks really funny. I just hope it doesn’t get edited due to the younger-teen audience it’s being aimed at.
Anyway, it was fun seeing Granville island again, despite having only been there once. There were A LOT of tourists… I think mainly because the Festival of Lights (Fire???) is starting tonight. Oooh. Fun with fireworks. I wonder if it’ll even be possible to get a seat on the beach.

August 2nd: Mike was a sweetie and skived off work to spend the day with me today. It was great, we went shopping, had dinner at Kisha Popo (our old haunt) and took a boat ride to Granville Island once we were ready to go home. After walking across the Island and the surrounding park, we settled at home and watched The Smokers, which was a horrible movie, but a great comedy when watched in the right company. (^_^)
Me: WTF is going on?
Mike: [Deadpan] They're all stuck and they're all burning.
This COULD have been a descent movie if they’d decided on a solid plot. It was like a bunch of little incidence pasted together in a hodgepodge of bad cutting. Ah well. It had hot chicks.

August 3rd: And today, I left. I was so sad to go! The weather was sad too… It’s been sunny every day I’ve stayed here, except today. It was grey and rainy… And bleak.
Mike and I said a long good-bye, which made him heinously late for work (and apparently got him in some shit for that as well... Hrmph. No compassion at all, those administrators).
But we finally said our good-byes, and I tidied up his apartment before I left, seeing as it was still a mess from our attempt at cooking on Monday.
Afterward I went to the bank so I would have cab fair, paid, and went on my marry way. Which reminds me- they didn't charge me the airport fee in Van? WTF! Maybe they just forgot, but that was half my reason for getting cash in the first place.
At any rate, the flight was fairly good. I had to sit beside people, but they weren't talkative, and the movies were actually entertaining. They played Bad Girls, which is my sort of film. Y'know, the whole coming of age and fitting in thing. Not enough angst, though. They followed that with Shrek II, which, for all its 3D, was actually pretty good. I had a few laughs, and the animation wasn't that bad.
But it was still ugly.
I'm by no means giving in to this whole 3D epidemic that's been sweeping the nation.
Once I landed in Toronto Sara picked me up and drove me home, regaling me with tales of what had happened in my absence.
Apparently the dog problem has been solved. In some sort of bizarre feud, the neighbour (with the dog), tried to get the other surrounding homes to sign a petition to stop Sara from expanding her house. This, of course, pissed Sara off, and she took them to court for the dog problem.
In retaliation, the neighbours are taking her to court, saying they're against her expanding her house because it's an invasion of privacy since the new part will be able to overlook their back yard.
Wow, too bad you spent all that money on a big ugly privacy fence now, huh?
At any rate, the whole thing sounds like such baloney to me. I'm certain it could have been handled in a more orderly and less retarded fashion.
Honestly!
At any rate, I'm back in TO, and I'm relaxing in my old (and cleaned LoL!) room.
It's a weird mix of sadness and relief. (.-_-.) At least I didn't bawl in the Taxicab this time.

August 4th: My god. I have so little to do, I filled out a quiz. Be afraid.

    The scar you're most proud of: My hand scar! Because it looks cool and I can make up awesome stories to go alone with it. I got it while saving Lois Lane from evil.
    Your favourite condiment: HOT SAUCE. I would make sweet love to hot sauce if it wasn't so stingy.
    If you have freckles: Not really… A couple on my arms. I used to have the constellation Orion on my thigh, but it's gone now.
    Your preferred method of cooking: Getting somebody else to do it.
    What shoes you're wearing: None at the moment.
    How many children you have: No thanks. I ate earlier.
    The first person you French kissed: You’ll have to purchase my Very Randy Sexbook (only 19.95$) to know that.
    Your preferred breed of dog: None! Dogs are vicious, smelly, and horrible. They can all become my next mooched-off meal.
    Where you were born: Sudbury, shithole, Canada.
    What colour underwear you're wearing: Black.
    Where your keys are right now: In my bag.
    If you have split ends: Ooooh yeah. I haven't had a haircut in eight years.
    When you last got laid: Last night, suckers! HAhaahah!
    Your opinion on airline food: It's good! I didn't have to cook it, and it comes with chocolate at the end.
    What cosmetic surgery you would consider: I want tentacles- Tentacles with which to get sexy with the ladies.
    Best kiddie playground equipment to have sex on: The pee-sand.
    Your worst malady Ever: The evil GINGIVITS!
    If your mum loves your dad: I don’t think she’s even attempt to cook otherwise.
    If you can sing well: Hah! Well, with a bottle of bourbon in the shower, I sing like an angel.
    What your Olympic event would be: Missing the event because I've been caught up online.
    Someone you admire: The live lingere modles every Friday on Queen.
    Which country would be hardest for you to locate on a map: Canada. Hahaha. Just kidding. One of those packed together ones in Europe.
    The last time you cried: When I wasn't feeling manly.
    Your most interesting sexual congress location: ... The beach, probably.
    Part of the Sunday papers you read first: None of it. But if pressed, I read the obituaries to make sure everybody I believe is alive still is. I must still be on guard!
    The languages you speak: French, English, sad attempts at Japanese.
    The religion you were raised in: Hah. Canadian.
    If you can draw well: I'm an employed artist- but no. I don't. I get by on my dashing good looks.
    Your favourite photograph: You know that "cellulite filled" close up of Britney Spears' ass that's been ciculating around the tabloids lately?
    What you should be doing instead of this: Sadly, nothing. This IS what I do.

August 6th: So for the past couple of days I had the routine: get up, draw, yell at dog (which has started barking again lately), go to look after Dorian’s house and escape the noise, then return home to more barking. Loud music cured that, though.
Gosh I’m tired. But not too tired to yell a bit.
Welcome back Dorian + Deni!!! Woo loo loo! See you Monday, or earlier, if I manage to drag Kana and Co. out clubbing.
That is all.

August 7th: Warning! Post about Britney Spears (WTF?). You’ll see.
Also, pictures of her ass.
And now, due to the sheer uninteresting ness of my life, a segue I like to call:
    Datable Britney
      I’m sure everybody’s heard the news and seen the un-Photoshopped, acne-ridden pics of Britters that have been circulating around the ‘net. And people seem to have no end to their insults- which surprises me. Because honestly, chubby Britney is HOT.
      What, you don’t believe me?

      Look at her! She’s come down to my level. I now feel that I have a chance with her.
      Based on this picture, I, a non-celebrity, could pork Britney Spears. And to add to that allure, I have a theory that she’s a closet nerd. Seriously. She may not radiate intelligence, but I have pictorial proof:

      I think that’d stand up in court. C’mon guys. Cheetos! Who else eats Cheetos but us?!

      Besides, she’s got the bootay. C’mon girls. Have an extra bowl of ice-cream for me.
      Yow.

    So this is me, officially retracting me statement that Britney is scary.
    She is now: HOT.

August 8th: Highlight of the day today? Dinner with “the family”. Of course, there was delicious Japanese food prepared by Kana, Miwa, Natsumi and their friend (forgot her name already). Banter with Kana ensued, mainly due to her drunkenness.
My, my. That girl certainly CAN’T hold her liquor. Muahaha. Note to self: clubbing. And lots of it. At any rate, the most surprising part of the evening was speaking with Jessica (the eldest child who lives here. 10 years old). I’ve always been curious about how she feels with all the responsibility on her shoulders. It seems nearly 60% of the time SHE’S the one taking care of his siblings.
If they’re crying, being pests, or generally in the way, she’s called to take care of them.
And when asked? She sounded like an adult! She sagged into a chair (yes, from fatigue. At 10 years old!) and said in a wilted voice “Alex tires me out. He really really does.”
I asked her if she gets time after school to play with her friends, and she looked at me as if I was insane and replied that she hardly gets her homework done and is often sent to school with notes excusing her from penalties because she had a “good reason” for not getting her work done.
I told her schoolwork is very important- and she actually agreed.
After stories (terrifying stories!) about diaper changing, being responsible, having no free time, and having to take all blame, I can honestly say I’m GLAD to be an only child.

August 9th: Ahhh, my first day back at work. It was great to see everybody. I got up pretty early so I would have time to walk partway there and get some exercise and fresh air- Also to avoid morning traffic on the bus, which generally gets me off to a bad start.
So I got to the office relatively early, and found they had an awesome new display of televisions running the show. Also, a new door system where those who don’t have a key must buzz in. Rawk. No more idiotic people on the weekends looking for stores that don’t exist.
Once upstairs I said hello to the guys that came in. We’re at about 1/3 of the crew at the moment. Minz is leaving tomorrow for his vacation. So those present are Christina, Jonas, myself, Rog, Dave, Matt, Dorian, Brad, and the dudes in the back (too lazy to name them all. Read: they have a personal bar fridge and I’m still bitter ^_~).
Things went smoothly, if not slowly. I’m doing line refinement as it is… Basically Flash cleanup. Slightly tedious, though it’s cool to see all the characters for our new show. Am I allowed to name it? Better be safe and just say it’s awesome.
And I shall rant more about it when I know I won’t get a swift kick to the head for doing so. ::Ducks::

August 10th: Last night, I went to bed at 10:30pm. I fell asleep immediately, which is very strange for me. What a prefect night’s sleep that would have been… If some fucktard hadn’t wrong-numbered me twenty minutes after I fell asleep.
I couldn’t get back to sleep since I had been in pretty deep dream-state and the ‘phone startled me awake. In fact, the first thing I did when I heard it was try to switch off my clock. Sigh.
So I ended up actually getting to sleep around 1am.
Work itself went pretty well. Strange weather though. I think it’s also to blame for my fatigue. It rained, was super hot, was sunny, then rained again.
I went home around 5pm, and heard somebody honking at me. Pretty common, so I ignored it. When I got home, Kika was on ICQ going “toot toot”. Damnit. It was her, not some random perv. Ahhh well, next time I’ll check who’s trying to get my attention instead of being a snob.
And now, for the most idiotic part of the day: Sara’s court date.
She lost. And here’s why. The neighbour (yes, the fucker with the dog) accused Sara of running a brothel. In front of a primarily male jury Sara was accused of being a pimp. I would have laughed. Apparently the jury didn’t find it so amusing.
Man, it’s been quite a while since I’ve been accused of being a whore.
I’m VERY tempted to take this whole thing into my own hands.
Again. Rawr.

August 11th: Last night I slept like SHITE. I’m not sure why… I think perhaps the fact one of my roommates is trying to get me kicked out hit me harder than I initially thought.
Earlier Sara came up to me and told me “not to smoke in the house”. I told her that I wasn’t, and she just kept repeating that… Apparently, the girl that’s moving into my room is seriously pissed off that I bought the room again after only 2 months.
Well, yeah. That is annoying isn’t it? When somebody BUYS YOUR ROOM!! STAY IN YOUR OWN DAMN ROOM YOU GOAT!!!
RAHHHH!
Anyway, with this disturbance safely balled up in my stomach, I went to sleep at around 11pm. I woke up at 3:45am, completely awake. I tried to get back to sleep, and failed miserably, so I went outside for a smoke, watched some Futurama, THEN, at 5:30am, I managed to doze off. I woke up at 8 o’clock, and hammered the snooze button until 9am. For those who know me, they’ll scream in horror.
I NEVER use the snooze button. I hate it.
But when you’ve only managed 4 hours of solid sleep, desperate times call for desperate measures. Needless to say, work went slowly, and painfully.
(>_<) Zzzz…

August 12th: And because all I’m doing is cleaning up, going home, and sleeping… QUOTES!
    Finally, somebody’s slashing ME:
      Dorian: warm floppy
      Me: Somehow, I think-
      Me: Omg
      Me: That's so many types of wrong.
      Me: We all love our electronics...
      Me: but that's going TOO FAR.
      Dorian: "I held her warm floppy to my cheek and inhaled it's plasticy scent."
      Dorian: now I'm writing my own fanfic!
      Dorian: Viger / electronics

    Technophilia 101:
      Dorian: yeah, you're not supposed to stick your tongue in electrical sockets
      Dorian: no matter how bad they want it
      Me: LOL
      Me: Who said it was plugged in when I do this?
      Me: ... Fictionally.

    The Wang of all Lighters:
      Me: I HAVE a lighter.
      Me: I got it back
      Me: It's pink.
      Me: It came back.
      Me: B/c it's pink.
      Me: Even pretty men don't want to be seen with a pink lighter.
      Dorian: You should write "I lick penises" on it in white-out
      Dorian: then they won't even want to borrow it.

    Past Nastification
      Me: Why is it I'm always surrounded by crabs?
      Dorian: EWWWW
      Dorian: don't spread that around
      Me: :: Laughing::
      Me: Omg
      Me: where's that quote...
        Me: I can send you KazaaLite install.
        Lync: Ok.
        Me: I hope that's not the virus infested one. Tell me if you feel itchy or light-headed after this.
        Lync: What!?!?!
        Me: Hahah I'm just razzing you. I combed them out before we started.
      Dorian: ew
      Dorian: dude
      Dorian: you are gross
      Me: Yes, yes I am.
      Me: Didn't it occur to you I'm nasty?
      Me: I never shower and I live in a basement.
      Me: Now lets make sweet love.
      Dorian: ok
      Me: Okay- Now that makes you twice as nastay.
      Dorian: no
      Me: Now you're WILLINGLY contracting stuff.
      Dorian: I'm just into rubber
      Me: Not just being unhygienic.
      Dorian: full body rubber suits
      Me: Being completely contain-
      Me: Damn it.
      Me: Beat me to it.
      Dorian: hehe
      Dorian: btw
      Dorian: to clarify
      Dorian: <= not really into rubber
      Me: LOL
      Me: btw
      Me: to clarify
      Me: <= still has crabs
      Dorian: make me giggle, will you!

    Bandaids and Rap:
      Me: I want to spoof this bandages song.
      Me: And make it about actual bandages.
      Me: I've always had the need to sing about those super-sticky cloth bandages.
      Dorian: I've been tripping from sippin’ the drippin’ dirty water tap
      Dorian: the tacky hairless patch here on my skin
      Dorian: will always remind me of just where you've been
      Me: No no "where I've fallen" (instead of where you've been).
      Dorian: hehe
      Me: As somebody who falls over quiet a lot, I have a special relationship with Band-Aids.
      Dorian: you saved me from infection when I stepped on that nail
      Dorian: not to mention that vicious canine maulin'
      Dorian: what kind do you like?
      Me: I like the ones that are squares, sticky on all sides, and cloth in the middle.
      Me: They're so anime. I always have the compulsion to put them on my eyes.
      Dorian: right
      Dorian: uhh

August 13th: I hate to be trite, but TGIF!
After a long day at work, Dorian was kind enough to accompany me to groceries. That made it far less boring, but revealed the TERRIBLE SECRET of what I actually eat.
It’s too horrible to mention.
So instead I’ll digress into the fact I went to Radio Shack and it was cool.
I spent the night surfing the ‘net and eating my TERRIBLE food!!!
… Okay so today wasn’t so exciting.
Better stuff tomorrow, I promise!

August 14th: Due to possible confusion with the number of Dennies in this entry, Deni Baldwin will hereby be referred to as Denielle… Even though nobody ever actually calls her that.
Now read on, in three asstastic segments- Me being an ass, and me falling on my ass. The highlights of my day.
    The Morning: Me Being an Ass
      As usual, I was woken up incredibly early by that stupid ass dog. Now, having gone to bed at around 5am, and being woken up at 9am, I wasn’t in a very good mood. I went upstairs to eat something, thinking that the food would weigh me down, make me tired, and by the time I finished, the dog would be quiet. While upstairs, the landlady’s husband was there with all his many children. He greeted me, and I swore at the dog. He asked me if I wanted to read the paper and I told him it was “too fucking noisy, and too fucking early.” Maybe insulting my boarding providers isn’t the best move…
      But lo and behold, my plan worked! It worked until 11am, when the children woke me. Luckily, I managed to doze back off without much problem, until 12pm, when Denielle called me. She had wanted to attend this alternative clothing sale by some designer with me, and I had agreed on the condition that I would be awake. And I probably would have been if I’d actually SLEPT through the morning. But as it was, I mumbled something incoherent at her, got a drink, and went back to sleep.
      My final rude awakening came at 2:45pm. I was SOUND asleep, when my landlady, all excited that she’s leaving for Cuba, and assuming I was awake, POUNDS on my door, yelling my name at the top of her lungs.
      I swear to god, I nearly died of a heart attack right there. I answered the door shaking and freaking out, and she was like “Aww, you were sleeping. Well, BYE!”

    The Afternoon: With Surprisingly Little Assery
      When I arrived at work, I was the ONLY person there. Which meant I got to blare my play list at full volume, smoke at my desk, and run around as I pleased. It was fun- but not entirely productive. I was more distracted by the lack of people by when there are others working to encourage me to sit my ass down. So I cleaned up a bit, chatted on MSN with Denielle (and apologized to her to boot), Karen & Mike, and Dorian- who joined me shortly after.

    The Evening: Falling Verily on my Ass
      I gave up on working when Paul arrived and started watching OJJ airing- and people actually began to arrive shortly after. Eventually we had a full-fledged party going to honour Denny’s birthday. After much drinking and smoking of various types, we went off to Revival, a club that was PACKED.
      And due to being on a guest list, we all got in ahead of people who had been waiting forever. It was rather cool, I must say.
      At any rate, once we got in, it was IMPOSSIBLE to move. From front to back it was just a huge ass crowd of people. I’m not sure if it was because we went so late, or just because it was a popular club, but man… I tried to dance, and just couldn’t. There were too many people- they were constantly pushing by and elbowing you. Also, the music was sort of this Mod/80’s stuff (with the exception of Prodigy for some strange reason…). But the company was good.
      Very helpful.
      And I’ll tell you why.
      After dancing for a bit, I went outside for a smoke to cool down (1000 people = very HOT club). I hung around for a bit outside, and I started feeling sort of faint. Having heard there was a lounge with couches upstairs, I went there, and sat down with Denny and his girlfriend Carolina. I greeted them, and promptly passed out cold.
      YES! Fainting in front of the director and having his girlfriend resuscitate me is ALWAYS a good reputation helper. ‹/end sarcasm›
      But I did come back to life, as usual- I’m not all that alarmed by fainting any more, since it happens so often. But of course everybody was rather concerned about whether I was drunk off my ass or ODed on something.
      ‘Course once the feeling came back to my limbs and the clarity returned, I was able to demonstrate that I was well and fully SOBRE. Yeup, my fainting is pretty damn random.
      It was strange this time, though. Perhaps I should have swallowed my pride and sat on the floor… But I sat in a chair, and the next thing I remember is thinking “why is it so loud?”. I thought I was sleeping for a bit, then I wondered “why does my head hurt?”.
      Then it slowly came to me: Ah crap, I passed out. In a club. And bashed my head on the table… At least it’s not as bad as when I fainted in science class and fell face-first into a door.
      But Carolina was incredibly sweet, and brought me fully back to life with water. She seemed to know how to deal with drunkenly people- unfortunately I wasn’t drunk. But the thought was appreciated.
      After I was awake, Dorian arrived, having heard. And he was just like “Meh, she does that all the time. No worries.” LoL.
      Yeah, he’s seen me pass out three times now. A record for any one person!
      But just for interests sake, I have no feeling in my limbs when I first wake up, so if you pass me stuff, you’ll have to hold it because everything is very fuzzy. And I can’t easily move my arms.
      And second, moving me around doesn’t really speed up the process. If you’re REALLY worried that I’m dying, you can talk to me, and depending on how conscious I am, I’ll respond accordingly.
      Usually something like “Meh, I’ll be ok. One sec.”
      Once that little catastrophe was over, Heather and I went to lounge on the (very comfy) couches that overlooked the dance floor. There we met Orange Muscle Man. He was orangey. He was muscley. And as Heather aptly pointed out, he was fully NOT my type.
      But that didn’t stop him from trying to hit on me. I was staring off into space and he waved his hand in front of my face (Rawr! For those of you who know of Idiot Boy). I was like “Yes?”
        Him: You should get up!
        Me: I just woke up from passing out cold.
        Him: Oooh. Have a beer!
        Me: [Sarcastically] There’s a good idea!
        Him: Then lay down for a bit.
        Me: [To Heather] Spectacular advice.
      So he left, and Heather and I proceeded in rating the TERRIBLE art that decorated the lounge. It was this sort of mod-attempt pin-up art… All girls that had clearly been taken from magazines. And they were scary! I shall hunt down this artist when I own my mannor house so he can decorate it with freakish designs. I’ve always wanted a dark mahogany hallway with creepy portraits.
      But I digress. Orange Muscle Man returned at one point, and spoke to Heather’s friend. I thought he was making the rounds, hitting on all of us, but all he asked was if I would ever get up.
      I’m surprised he didn’t give up sooner…
      Anyway, after that Dorian and I said our good-byes and left to walk home. He actually walked all the way to St. Claire with me, since by that time, the street car had stopped running. Also he didn’t want me to pass out and fall in the road. But honestly, if I faint once, it doesn’t happen again in the same day.
      So I got back home, watched some Futurama, and fell soundly asleep.
      Ahhh. A job well done.
      Except all the assery.

August 15th: Good lord... My head hurts. Where I bashed it on the table…
(1 + 1 = 2). Head + Table = Pain.
In other news, Dorian and Deni were nice enough to invite me over for delicious home cooked meal. (^_^) That revived me enough that I jumped around until around 12pm last night, then settled in. Overall, a nice relaxing day.
Despite guilt about not going in to work, I'm glad I took it easy.

August 16th: I. am. dying.
No, no. Probably not. But that's just the logical bit of my mind... Today was terrible. Every little thing that's wrong with me came up today.
Physically, my stomach was being a bleached crock of cat vomit. I felt like puking all morning, and wasn't all that stable on my feet.
As that ebbed, I was especially neurotic today.
My parents suggest I keep a diary of my mood and my physical health. I really don't think it's psychosomatic.
Wait. Maybe it is. How the hell should I know. I don't FEEL stuff! Rawr.
I don't usually have mood swings, but today I was laughing like a lunatic one minute, and bawling like a child the next.
AUGHHHH!
I'm so fatigued.
My neurosis fatigues me.
The subway was so crazy busy because I left work early due to my stomach... Which aggravated... Everything! Lately I've taken to walking everywhere JUST to avoid the subway.
In fact, I've taken long, pointlessly round-about routs just to avoid public transportation.
::Hyperventilates::
AUuuuuuuuuugh.
I really hope it’s just the head trauma and all this malarkey isn’t permanent. I don’t think I need any more of my brain getting damaged.

August 17th: Didn’t go to work today- Why? Because I couldn’t. I physically couldn’t get up. It sucked.
Apparently, I have a concussion.
I suck.
Rawr.
That is all.

August 18th: Well, today went fairly well. People were glad to see I wasn’t dead, I got a good amount of work done, and I felt slightly better than shite.
Pretty good, if you ask me.
I was still fairly dizzy now and then, but at least I could concentrate and get some clean-up done. Ahhhm… What else happened today. ::Frowns:: Can’t remember.
Attended a meeting mainly to debrief Rob and get Minz back into the loop after his “vacation” (across the street ^_~).
Right-o. So a day with out much happening.
Well, no news is better than severe head trauma… Hm. I thought that idiom had more of a ring to it. Ah well.

And now, the amusing part of my life.
MSN.

    Spam. It’s Not Just Pigs’ Feet Anymore:
      Me: LoL (My spam roxorz) "ordering this PAIN MEDICATION" and "WANT* A, VE*RY BIG C^OCK"!
      Dorian: lol
      Dorian: you DO, too!
      Me: I must buy it!
      Dorian: better order some, quick
      Me: PAIN MEDICATION and BIG C^OCK
      Dorian: they go together
      Me: I can use the PAI MEDICATION to offset the pain of being constantly aroused.
      Dorian: I thought the pain med was for the victims of your VERY BIG COCK
      Me: That's C^OCK damnit!

    Swords. Analogy be Damned!:
      Me: I challenge you...
      Me: To an ANAL RAPE DUEL!
      Me: Cathlolic school boys at dawn.
      Dorian: lol
      Dorian: you have the advantage of speed and guile
      Dorian: I possess strength
      Dorian: and a dick
      Me: First to be thrown in jail loses.
      Me: Nobody said the violation had to be dick.
      Dorian: I think I have the advantage
      Me: My hairbrush knows no bounds.
      Dorian: or maybe not
      Dorian: you can run away from the cops
      Dorian: I doubt I can overpower them
      Dorian: or impress them with my wang
      Me: Also, the boys won't be impressed by your wang.

    Bondage and Bobby:
      Me: "drop and give me twenty!
      Dorian: "send me in, coach, I'm ready!"
      Me: OMG
      Me: NO
      Me: AUGH
      Me: eyes
      Me: bleedig
      Dorian: ??
      Me: Bobby quote & BDSM
      Dorian: ohhh
      Dorian: I forgot about the Bobby scene
      Dorian: it's a common quote from sports movies / tv
      Dorian: the Bobby context didn't even occur to me
      Me: HAHAHA. I thought you were quoting OJJ!
      Me: ::Uncomfortable silence::

    Pair Association:
      Dorian: sadly, no matter how often it is associated with sex I don't think I'll ever smell latex and think "love"
      Dorian: it's sandwich time!
      Me: You smell latex and think of sandwiches???

    The Dangers of Sex & Screen Cap:
      Dorian: LOL! I just realized
      Dorian: I've been taking all these screen caps of the NFB Kids site
      Dorian: and our conversations are in the corner
      Dorian: "yadda yadda ass rape"
      Me: WTF
      Dorian: 'yadda yadda horse sex"
      Me: AHAHAHAHAH!
      Me: Who did you send these to?
      Me: Omg ::Wipes tears:

August 20th: Yesterday, I was made to tell my awesome fainting-head-bashing story yet again.
The wound in my pride is now beyond reparation! I may die of shame. Also, of internal bleeding.
In other news, Dor and I went out for dumplings. They were good. No other amazing things happened, sadly, so… We all know what that means.

MORE QUOTES! This time featuring multiple instances of cheese relating to sex.

    Depravities, Cheese, and Kidnapping:
      Me: Anyway, tell me of your pron games.
      Me: Be particularly detailed
      Me: With
      Me: NAKED LEO GAME
      Dorian: Ah, well, in this game you want to give Leo head without gagging
      Dorian: which means carefully removing the foul cheese from his knob first
      Me: Doesn't sound-
      Me: OMG
      Me: :: Laughing:
      Me: Doritos remains!
      Dorian: and squashing the crabs lest they fly up your nose and cause you to sneeze
      Dorian: after that it's just depth management
      Dorian: but you also have to keep the speed up
      Dorian: or Leo starts thrusting
      Me: Omg LoLing
      Dorian: if you gag 3 times you throw up
      Dorian: which for Leo is the ultimate turn on
      Me: OMG
      Me: HAH!
      Dorian: and he blows all over your face
      Dorian: which counts as a loss
      Dorian: since the point is to swallow
      Dorian: because he's keeping you captive in a box under his bed
      Dorian: and that's your only source of nutrition
      Me: HA HA HA HA
      Me: HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!
      Me: :: SPEWSCOKE::
      Me: Omg
      Me: I am so turning that into a proposal

    Face-Smashing Good Time:
      Me: [Bash.org]
        ‹Rev› Oh man. I just found my Classic Queen CD, but I also tripped and hit my face on a filing cabinet so the last few minutes have been a real mixed bag.
      Dorian: LOL
      Dorian: that's awesome
      Dorian: I love Queen
      Dorian: so I can relate
      Me: I've bashed my face in
      Me: so I can relate
      Dorian: LOL

    Software and Bumluv:
      Me: I swear to god...
      Me: I hate win2000
      Me: I think I may have screwed it
      Me: Up the bum.
      Dorian: that would surprise noone

    U Got Served:
      Dorian: I can't figure out how the fuck to use this thing
      Me: You just grab it and pull
      Dorian: hahaha
      Dorian: btw
      Dorian: I think you're talking to Deni too much
      Me: Am I stealing your woman!?
      Me: Is my cockless self being cooler than you!?
      Dorian: well, yea, but that part's ok
      Dorian: last night after sex
      Dorian: she made me get her a sandwich
      Me: HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! U GOT SERVED!
      Dorian: :@
      Me: S IN THE A!!!!
      Me: AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!
      Dorian: But I didn't mind
      Dorian: your theory was correct
      Dorian: I also wanted a sandwich

    OurTunes is Shite:
      Me: What do you expect, it was coded by drunken nerd-frat boys.
      Dorian: seriously
      Dorian: give me standalone applications or give me death!
      Me: I AGREE
      Me: Wtf didn't they just compile it as an executable program?!
      Dorian: because they were too busy
      Dorian: slurping my fuzzy nutsack
      Me: Too busy assraping the college mascot.
      Dorian: That too
      Dorian: man that suit was itchy
      Me: LOL!

    <3 Love On
      Dorian: ohhh
      Dorian: you're nasty
      Me: So either you give me the incriminating con
      Me: or I blackmail you
      Me: :: makes the weighing motion::
      Dorian: grrr
      Me: <3

August 21st: Got up today at 1pm, with all intentions of doing laundry. Instead, ended up meeting my new roommate, Christa (I believe), and talking to her about all manner of things for hours. Upon returning downstairs, I discovered the most AMAZING thing:
Somebody downloaded OJJ from me.
Somebody I DIDN’T KNOW, DLed OJJ from me. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
… Then I went to work… And watched OJJ live. Not much of a turnout, ended up just being me and Paul who watched- though on my way out I ran into Jonas & cohorts.
Once back home, Heather and I went down memory lane… In a segment I’d like to call.

When I Owned a 486
A.K.A: 14 year-old Viger & the Social Paranoia

First, Heather and I bathing in nostalgia.

    Me: OMFG what was I ON!
    Me: LOL that was during my "psychotic" phase in life.
    Me: I remember making this page. Dedicated to "Messmaker". An imaginary duck that Raven and Crow had in Mers chat.
    Heath: I get kinda sad that chats like that doesn't exist anymore
    Heath: We need a reunion
    Heath: do you still have that huge list of emails?
    Me: Shit, I do in a locked breif case at home in Sudbury. My god I was paranoid.
    Heath: HAhaha!
    Heath: And "Merril".
    Me: I remember this one time, I had been chatting for like 64h straight, and I had just invented that character "Maggot" who was like... After Merill or something. And then Lost comes online and says "Omg there's somebody watching you!" and I totally didn't put 2 and 2 together, and thought somebody was ACTUALLY watching me.
    So I packed all my "chat stuff" into a breifcase, locked it, and formatted my laptop.
    Heath: Ahahahhahahahhahhahahah!
    Me: Oh god... We should try and track down all those people. Stareyeyes. I remember the idiots too. Those Hacker-wanna-bes.
    Like Shang.
    Who traded me a chat control for a "backwards-text-maker" which never existed in the first place. It was just me typing his messages... Really fast... Backward.
    Heath: heheh remember when Foxy got all mad and merilll disapperaadrd!
    Heath: hahahah! I'm getting all excited!
    Me: OH MY GOD I actually remember that picture.
    Excited over what?
    Heath: the rememberances
    Me: Oh god I remember back then.
    The caffine high.
    The sleepless nights.
    The complete and utter lack of social contact of any kind.
    I feel nostalgic.
    Heath: Hehe mee too
    Me: The best part? Nobody ever questioned the fact I was playing like 5 different "people" in the chat, didn't try to mask my IP whatsoever, and kept changing their personalities DRASTICALLY.
    Me: Aww man.
    I wonder now what happened to all those Mers people. We should try and track them down. I suspect DP is probably dead from gang violence.
    Lost is probably murdered by some stalker that lured her into underage sex. Stareyeyes... Suicide? No, no. Still yelling, probably on IRC, about she's "committing suicide right now" In fact, I think the last days of Mers, she was all about this new fangled "IRC" chat.
    ... Omg I'm old.
    Heath: hahah no kidding. Like I said, that long list of emails
    Heath: OHAnd remeber! JZF!!
    Me: HE'S TALKED TO ME LATELY!!!
    He periodically e-mails me.
    Once he asked me for a credit card number.
    Then he was just like... "Yo what's up."
    ::Shakes head:: I don't know WHAT I was thinking.
    Heath: So what's the final story with him?
    Heath: wasn't he gay?
    Me: I don't know!
    The final story seemed to be he wanted to committ Canadian Credit Card fraud...?
    I'm pretty sure he was gay, tho. He worked at a gay bar.
    Heath: LOL!!
    Me: Ooooh my god lol. ::Wheeze::
    You know what I should do? I should take all those old ICQ cons with Lost off my 486 and publish them. As a book. Because, man, that was one crazy story I spun.
    Heath: _I_ would read that...
    Me: That's the first thing I'm doing when I get back to Sudbury lol.
    Me: Oooh man lol. I've gotto open up that breifcase. We should go to Sudbury together! On like... A self-discovery trip. Where we discover what the hell I was doing for that year.
    Me: HA HA HA HA. My comments were always so psychotic. I swear to god, I had some sort of psychosis.
    Heath: Best one. evar. Tenshi frol?
    Me: HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA! WTF WAS I GOING ON ABOUT?!?!!?! Oh jezuz.
    Tenshi_Frol was from They Were 11.
    I don't have that e-mail anymore...
    Hotmail started shutting down unused accounts YEARS ago. I had to reopen my "newer" merill account on yahoo just to use it.
    Also merill_yanagawa@hotmail.com died ... long, long ago. After I decided to go outside.
    Me: Awww! Funny, tho. Wtf was I on
    Heath: caffeine. Weren't you eating coarse ground coffee beans?
    Me: Ha ha ha Jeez. I think so.

Second, a bit of history for those who don’t know this (sad) segment of my life.
    I was introduced to the ‘net and first surfed in the early 90’s. Soon, just browsing around became boring (after all, the ‘net was far less ornate back then) and I became enthralled with chat rooms.
    Back then the big names was Beseen. “Mers” and “Stars” chats, specifically. There I began to meet people, know people, and have them know me.
    I became obsessed with my online personalities and the people they were connected to. Chatting was like writing, like creating, but at the same time interacting with people in a way I could really never manage in real life.
    That was probably the allure of it- Interaction without repercussions. I may have been awkward in real life, but online, I could be anything.
    I started spending hours, even DAYS online, concocting elaborate tales and multiple characters that I would “play” in the chats. If I wasn’t online, I was obsessing over what was happening in my absence, counting the seconds before I could be back again. Be connected again. And at the time, trust me, it was easy to get ensnared.
    So, off I went. Awkward, albeit preconscious, and closed myself off from the confrontation, embarrassment, and constant confusion that went on IRL - (as we called it back then).

Now, the entertaining part. Quotes… From nearly a decade ago!
(Current Veege will talk in brackets to try and explain what her past self was flipping out about.)
    Look behind you! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! ::Screams at the driving instruction video:: Why are you smiling?!?! Oh- OH... I see. Well, it's not his fault he hasn't got any arms with which to SHOOT the pistol. Modern INSTRUMENTs. Very odd, them things thar.
      [Honestly, other than screaming at the driving video (which was from my driving lessons and psychotic instructor)... I have no idea what I was going on about. Particularly the pistol part- sounds like I'm quoting... But it may just be the insomnia speaking.]

    It looks like there's a spear prostrating the poor creature. - King Actually, no A FORK IN MY SOUP?! Are you trying to perforate my stomach!?? It's really great. I think I'll call it, Homerclease.
      [Simpsons mixed with They were 11 quotes... At least I can understand this one.]

    Dark Rider: "Yahh! Yahh! Go horse! Wait... This- this horse is STUFFED! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
      [... WTF.]

    Lay off the Jelly Rolls, young friend, your you may just as well break the horse that gives you those rickets! Ah, you know what they say about a man with small hands, no? You'll be a hit among the fair maidens. - THE Scratch
      [Okay, THIS quote actually makes sense. Honestly. Heath and I came up with this syndrome called "Just off Horse Syndrome", because we all went through this phase in our drawing where the characters had ricket-legs. The small hands... Well that's self explanatory… All quoted from one of my favourite characters (who was actually acted by both Heath and I), Uncle Skratch. Yes, yes. I’m giving away identities. Settle down. Nobody cares now.]

    “The boomerang just LODGED itself in my face. It’s the darndest thing.” - Shifty Guy
      [o_O… Yeah, you got me.]

    Do not, I repeat, do NOT attempt self amputation. No matter what the circumstance.
      [Ha ha ha! Oh god I don't know what we were talking about specifically, but somehow self mutilation, and the hilarity involved, came up a lot.]
::Sighs:: Those, were the days. Of course I'll post more on this later, once I dig up those old chat conversations Heath and I mentioned.

August 22nd: And now, the longest quiz ever Under the Cut. Stolen from Jazz!

August 23rd: Cleanup. And now, the seedy underbelly of SGS. Ha ha ha. Kidding. It’s just Dorian and me being fags:
    Best of Both Worlds- without the manwang:
      Me: So he tried to see sexualness in men
      Me: and failed.
      Me: Then met me
      Me: and I'm like "Okay, then you're just semi-gay. Because I'm really mannish".
      Me: and he laughed
      Dorian: the best of both worlds
      Me: though he cried
      Me: on the inside.
      Dorian: LoL!

    http://www.eskimolabs.com/hp/listen.htm:

      Me: This is quite possibly the gayest thing ever.
      Me: More gay than gay I can concoct.
      Dorian: I'm listening to the Godfather.
      Dorian: it's the worst song every written/recorded.
      Dorian: my rap sounds good compared to this.

    Mom Sees me Through it:

      Me: I <3 Garbage
      Dorian: I <3 Shirley Manson!
      Dorian: she's fuckin' WHITE hot
      Dorian: I'd do her with my MOM watching!
      Me: LOL
      Me: WTF!
      Dorian: I mean that I want her that bad.
      Dorian: not that it would be my preference
      Me: Ha ha a. Me too, buddy
      Me: We can give her the gang bang.

    Bug-o-phile:

      Dorian: cheesyspooky
      Me: ::Spews crackers::
      Me: LOL
      Dorian: I have these sounds on MY keyboard, too
      Me: Dude
      Me: It's about bugs
      Me: Stfu
      Dorian: ok ok
      Dorian: LOL!
      Me: My playlist is 50% bug themed
      Dorian: It's about CHATTING!
      Me: :: spews crackers again::
      Me: I know
      Me: <3 the geekmusic
      Dorian: this was written FOR you
      Dorian: are you fucking this guy?
      Me: AH HA HA HA HA!
      Me: I know.
      Me: Yes, I am.
      Dorian: well that explains why he sounds so cheerful
      Dorian: mind your crackers
      Me: LoLing
        For those interested, the Lyrics:
          King of Insects

          Words come easy
          Behind a screen
          When there's no interface-to-face
          To be seen

          King of Insects
          You eat your own
          Atop an anthill
          You call your throne

          Kingdom of one
          So unaware
          As one-by-one your subjects
          Vanish into air

          Chatter to the wind
          Make your decree
          And save your venom
          For the ones who disagree

          Your castle walls are falling
          Your body's frail
          Your window on the world
          Is minuscule in scale

          Burrow deep now
          Escape the light
          Heaven forbid you have to face
          The ones you slight

    I’m the Sensitive Type, Really:

      Dorian: I guess I see your interest
      Dorian: since you want to know the status of your own responsibilities
      Dorian: and the potential for Mike to come down
      Me: No, I wanna see the SCRIPTS
      Me: oh
      Me: well yes
      Me: that too
      Me: :: guilty look:: ...
      Dorian: lol
      Dorian: "Yes, I do hope they hire my boyfriend Mark."
      "Mike."
      "Yes, whatever."
      Me: Ha ha ha ha >_<
      Me: "I'll make sure Mimo wears pants."

August 25th: Cleanup by day, chat by night! I’ve rediscovered the fun of drunkenly chatting into the wee hours. Also, featuring a graphic depiction of the new game: Team Cookie… The multiplayer version of Soggy Cookie! (vr 2.0)
    My name is BugJar, and I’m an Addict:
      Dorian: I brought a crappy sandwich
      Dorian: a yoghurt
      Dorian: (which I should put in the fridge)
      Dorian: some chips
      Dorian: and a noodle bowl
      Me: I brought nothing…
      Dorian: that was bad planning
      Me: Because I'm a chat addict.
      Me: I know
      Dorian: omg
      Dorian: dude
      Me: I didn't have time!
      Dorian: if it gets in the way of basic nutrition
      Me: Between Palace-
      Dorian: it's a problem
      Me: Shutup.
      Me: U don't know me!
      Dorian: I'm staging an intervention
      Dorian: all your friends will make cool avatars
      Dorian: and confront you in Haunted Mansion.
      Dorian: Bugjar, we <3 you. But teh chat addict suxx0rs!
      Dorian: pls be 3l337 IRL!
      Me: U guys r n00bs!
      Dorian: so we can all say WB
      Me: *BugJar has set 'reject to all private messages
      Me: *Quits BugJar
      Me: And that's how the intervention ended.

    Team Cookie- Wanking Games for Two:

      Dorian: No I think I invented that.
      Dorian: ...teamie!
      Me: Nobody said I was your team-mate!
      Me: I would refuse
      Me: Because we would LOSE!
      Me: You've informed me well
      Me: no matter what my prowess at the HJ…
      Me: we'll get stuck eating the cookie.
      Dorian: Who said anything about HJ?
      Me: Anything else defeats the purpose of jizzing on the cookie.
      Dorian: I thought it was by any means necessary
      Me: Are you saying it's not against the rules to snowball the cookie?
      Dorian: including toilet plunger anal invasion
      Dorian: right
      Me: I'll keep those two in mind.
      Me: We've gotto spread the word about these rules
      Me: People all around the world...
      Me: Might be playing Team-cookie incorrectly.
      Dorian: no
      Dorian: let them go ahead and think INSIDE the box
      Dorian: it will be our secret weapon
      Dorian: plus, just in case
      Me: "Hey, nobody said anything about props!"
      Me: :: whips out the Gothpr0n and vaccume::
      Me: VICTORY!
      Dorian: keep a packet of mayo concealed in your palm
      Me: LOL! omg
      Me: YOU'VE CHEETED AT SOGGY COOKIE!
      Dorian: one good hard squeeze
      Dorian: hehe
      Me: That's like killing Jesus, man.
      Dorian: "Hey! This doesn't taste like cum!"
      Me: You don't cheat at SC.
      Dorian: "are you complaining??"
      Me: LoL!
      Me: "I eat a lot of McChickens, okay?"
      Dorian: Ewwww!

August 29th: Just got back from Sudbury, so a little catching up is in order.
Basically, last week I worked exceptionally hard to make up for the fact I’d be missing Friday. ‘Course seeing as I just recently got back into Palace chat, I didn’t have time to post.
I spent my nights running around the rooms, harassing newbies, and generally making a nuisance out of myself.
So far, nerds in love with me: 1.
People who hate me with a passion: 20+
Mua ha ha ha!
So, yes. Thursday night Heather’s mum picked me up from work and drove me back to their place (in Oakville) where I hung out with the girls and had dinner. Afterward Heather’s dad drove us to Sudbury.
The drive wasn’t too painful, despite my motion sickness. We got there in record time, and spent the night chilling with my parents, getting reacquainted (with Pen! Aww!) and hearing Heath’s plans for Queens University.
For the rest of the weekend Heath and I pretty much relived our childhood. We watched the movies we used to obsess over, played the video games we were so fond of, and most entertaining of all: we dug up our old home movies.
Oh gosh, we were embarrassing. Our fashion sense was… Horrendous. There were jeans tucked into socks, patterned turtlenecks under t-shirts, and of course, floral and hound’s-tooth mixed without remorse.
Everybody got at least one scene of partial nudity, one scene of idiotic dancing, one scene of bad singing (along to either Sailor Moon or Disney tunes), and an instance of humping.
Usually each other.
We were strange, strange children.
With “creative” ideas of movie-making. Our plots seemed to revolve around mad scientists (we had lab coats at our disposal), monsters (copious use of Halloween masks), and re-enactments of Sailor Moon (Look at those GAMS! - Heather).
There was also one “help line” skit, where Heath and I took turns acting the host and the caller- revealing our childhood issues rather blatantly.
Remedies included “taking a warm bath” and “eating candy”.
We also took a little time to revisit Heather’s old primary school, and our high school- things looked smaller than we remembered, but just as covered in goose poop as you’d expect.
After a brief stint of running around the forest, feeling nostalgic about our “wild child” days, I finally coerced Heath into watching a little OJJ.
The review? “What in the heck just happened? That was really fast.”
Other reviews involve compliments of Jack’s sexy sleeked back hair, and how we all, one day, want to lead the creatures of the sea to war against whalers.
So the weekend wrapped up today with an incredibly long bus ride back to TO. I’m so very tired- but managed to cook my meals for the week regardless.
Shower next.
Oh, and pictures may grace this entry once they’re developed- providing I don’t look totally gay in them.
Semi-gayness I’ll accept.