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.
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.
there’s one of those big construction machine things, a bulldozer i guess, and it’s slamming a massive hole in the ground so every other second it’s like BAM BLAM BAM BAM BLAAAM BAM BAM BAAAAA BAM BAM
and it is sending vibrations through the house and i am sighing with annoyance but no one is around to witness my annoyance and share in it so i am extra-annoyed at that
rocky is here
though the scarey noise makes him think that he is on an adventure in his head so he is prancing around really fast from room to room like monsters are after him and he is a big hero though he looks like a tiny gay insect and you have to stop what you are doing to look at him because he’s so cute with his giant anime face, big head and tiny body
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yesterday we ran to the movie store before it was closing and we got there with 5 minutes to spare and the fat guy had already closed his ’til and refused to let us in and fil told him off through the window and we are SO going to talk to the manager about it and demand a free movie because we are townie busy-bodies.
it’s the weather flip-flop and the barometer going wacko i think oh and the drinking and the smoking too, right right.
the cat vomitted in his mouth a little bit and then swallowed it.
that was pretty cute and funny of him to do that.
matthew good took his blog down ‘cos his fans are cynical assholes who think they own him and they send him death threats ‘cos he’s a “dirty leftist” so we talked about strangling people specifically this one maxim model who asked him to strangle her.
strangle strangle strangle.
i bought some clam chowder and ate it in bed while learning about the air transat landing of august 2001 where the dude saved everyone and fil was like u didn’t know about this when i asked him what happened in the end, he was SHOCKED and i said dude, i was living in AMERICA at the time and there was no such thing as CANADA at the time and then two weeks later 9/11 happened anyway, talk to the haaaaaand!
the actor portraying the captain had all these cheesy lines and had that silly quebecois accent and his demeanor was suppose to be all calm and crap meanwhile they are gliding that motherfucking aircraft over the atlantic and he’s just like, chill daddios.
