i guess i’m not cool anymore because people aren’t writing love sonnets to me in my comments every 5 minutes! i must have checked my blog for new comments at least a hundred times today.

all time low

all time gay

ward has a new asian girlfriend.

he sent me a bunch of ultra raunchy pictures of the other one he diddled around with and asked if i thought anyone would pay for stuff like that and i said well online porn is a dying market pretty much ‘cos you can get all the porn you want for free now.

in other news, ward’s car has finally died.

gossip bomb.

he drove the crap out of it and he wants to fix it though i dunno why it’s complete junk now though i do have fond memories of that thing.

ward taught me how to drive stick with it.

i know! me! stick!

ward teaching!

can you believe it?

fil and i are doin’ the ‘tussin high today.

it’s all about hot flashes and nausea and hallucinations in the snow.

fil’s blog

we discovered a new megatouch game last nite.

it was incredible.

i even got a happiness buzz from playing it when we finally made it to the bonus round and i wanted to share it with the world!

that game was so good i wish i was playing it right now.

it’s called castle bandits and i don’t care if you don’t like it because i like it and i am going to write secret love notes to it and maybe email the megatouch guy again and tell him how much i heart it and follow-up on the possibility of megatouch sponsoring my blog which he did not respond to the first time i asked because he is all professional or something.

feh.

his spelling was crap anyway.

cid and i are girlfriends and we talk about eating at the mall and then he knits me some sweater pants because we are BFF!

when i go home to see rocky i am always amazed by how tiny rocky is and skiddish.

cid demands to sit on you while rocky has to prance around you like a fairy and smell the entire room and look out the window at his imaginary friends.

oh my god i’m old.

that’s emm. she’s cute and she plays instruments and sings and wears silver high heels and she is on the cover of EYE right now and she is fil’s cousin‘s wife so this means that we own her.

anyhow, the show/cd release party the other nite at the senator was very lovely and intimate and there was one guy eating cheeses and grapes and crackers and i was jealous of him and he was eating so slow like he was making his food last the entire evening and i couldn’t stop thinking about his cheese so after the show i inhaled a package of plantain chips and tried to eat all of fil’s dill doritos too.

have you tried those new dill doritos yet?

if you went to hell and you had to keep eating and eating and eating you could do it so easy if it was those chips you were eating.

natasha alexandra was very moving also. she talked to us about google and the internet and about her cell fone and i felt intelligent for once.

i lied about going to the dinosaur museum in my grade three school journal.

i even drew a bunch of dinosaurs and museum-looking stuff and i don’t think a dinosaur museum existed at the time or if there is one now.

my brother was reading my journal at the end of the school year when you bring home all of the excercise books you are proud of and he came across that one entry where it says me and my brother and my mom and dad went to the disosaur museum on saturday… and he’s like you fucking liar we NEVER went to the DINOSAUR MUSEUM you nerd!

So!

when you are a third-grader it isn’t very likely that anything of interest happens very often in your world so you have to make shit up or you have to copy what other people are writing about though most of the kids sitting near me were writing about the story the teacher just read to us or about their math homework and i thought that was pretty boring and very suck-uppy.

and in third grade you can’t go on google and find pictures of robots and ponies and write about them, you have to draw a picture and then make your journal entry go along with it.

HOLY HARD!

and you only have fifteen minutes in which to do this before it is recess and you still have to line up around the teacher’s desk to show her your journal and then you look at what everyone else did and that one kid who draws better than everybody else is being all show-offy and you are MAJOR jealous of him so you try and be his friend and he is all ignoring you and drawing pictures of amazing things and you are thinking he is going to be so totally RICH and famous forever and ever but then by grade 8 or 9 he is a big stoner who draws mushrooms and goth scribblings and you are like, oh burn.

ps there was always at least 5 people who would write DIARY instead of JOURNAL on the front of their excercise book and that was so UNCOOL and so you tried to explain to them that the word DIARY is lame city and they don’t get it because they are the kids who are all into fantasy and anne of green gables and so you break it down to diary = diarrhea and then they cross out diary and write journal over it and you are a hero.

what’s yer problem, crabby?

blogger is making me CRAZY lately.

no not that kind of crazy.

i mean the kind where you sit around eating pretzels and leisurely type typity type a post with a bunch of pictures and then when you try and publish, everything disappears.

i’m sick so i don’t have any patience for fuckery fuck ups and i wanted to lie down and drink juice after posting but nooooooooooooooooooooo

i don’t have the energy to write the witty things i wrote again.

in other news, my mother told me that me being sick was GOD telling me that i need to slow down.

excuse me that was the gayest not truest thing EVER.

that’s like saying someone has a case of the mondays.

lah-ren!

yes. the party was pretty pumping. we went through 6 kegs in 3 and a

half hours. plus there was a hard liquor bar that got totally cleaned

out. craziness. there were lots and lots of people. i met this girl

named tayo? i dont kwo how to spell it. pronounced TAY-OH. from

montreal. which was perfect. cause shes like “oh your coming to

montreal? you have to look me up cause i live there too. and i didnt

have a pen to get the number. but shes like do you know dan? and i

thought she meant the dan that lives in the house here. with kwende.

but apparently there were many dans. and the dan here has never lived

in montreal and dosn’t know her after all. bwa bwa bwa.

we just finished off the only thing that was left from the bar after

some over saturated chinese food. bleh. sambucca?

now im just sitting here listening to Qwende talk to some new girl

about his old girlfriend. whoooops. time to shut your mouth fool.

hahaha.

anyways. ill let you kow if theres anymore excitement here. today it

was very very cold. i only left the house to get a slice of pizza.