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"Crime is concentrated in the lower classes because the justice system criminalizes the greed of the poor, but allows legal opportunities for the rich to exercise their greed." |
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| 10:08pm 30/11/2006 |
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Holy Mackerel, Jesuites on third base! Keep uphosltering that automan, Charlie Brown, that's exactly what this country needs! Chameleons and red balloons, and conratulations all 'round. The currency of fools and kings become one at the exact centre of the universe. Don't tell the fat man in the blue suitcoat when the saints go marching in! Raggedy Ann's a whore, at least that's what the lieutenant keeps telling everyone. Five hundred eggs and a Polish duck, and all they can remember is that she had a bay window! Bullocks! |
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| 11:30pm 23/10/2006 |
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"BLOOD ALONE MOVES THE WHEELS OF HISTORY! [pause] Have you ever asked yourselves in an hour of meditation - which everyone finds during the day - how long we have been striving for greatness? [bangs fist] Not only the years we've been at war – the war of work – but from the moment as a child, when we realized the world could be conquered. It has been a lifetime struggle, [bangs fists again] a never-ending fight. I say to you [bangs again] and you will understand that it is a privilege to fight. WE ARE WARRIORS! [applause] Salesmen of north-eastern Pennsylvania, I ask you once more rise and be worthy of this historical hour. [even bigger applause as Dwight gives a horrible sounding laugh] No revolution is worth anything unless it can defend itself. Some people will tell you salesman is a bad word. They’ll conjure up images of used car dealers and door to door charlatans. It is our duty to change their perception. I say, salesman – and women – of the world... unite! We must never acquiesce, for it is together... TOGETHER THAT WE PREVAIL. WE MUST NEVER CEDE CONTROL OF THE MOTHERLAND...
Audience: ...FOR IT IS TOGETHER THAT WE PREVAIL!
[thunderous applause]"
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| 02:34pm 18/10/2006 |
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"As a volunteer sheriff, I have been trained to notice all the signs of a concussion. One of them is slurred speach, okay? Uhh, number three: shortness of breath. There are four things you have to remember. One: I am faster than 80% of all snakes. Also."
-Dwight |
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| 11:38am 17/10/2006 |
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"Michael and I have a special relationship. He's like Mozart, and I'm like... Mozart's friend. No... I'm like Butch Cassidy and he's like Mozart. You mess with Mozart, and you're gonna get a bullet in your head, courtesy of Butch Cassidy."
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| 09:46am 07/07/2006 |
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AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I just haven't posted anything in a while. That's all. |
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| 10:18pm 27/05/2006 |
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Kevin has this theory that all cats are at least a little bit schitzophrenic. You know, because they think chair legs and their own feet are prey, and that sort fo thing. The way they randomly freak out.
I got my dress for prom today, which is a relief. I only sort of waited till the last minute. I still need a couple things, and to practice doing my hair. I am definitely inept when it comes to doing hair. And Kevin needs basically everything except pants.
But I can't wait.
Tomorrow will be writing another picture book and finishing the ones I have for Writer's Craft. How poopy. I was once excited about this project, but now i just want to have it done. |
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| 12:13pm 15/04/2006 |
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being conscientious is exhausting |
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| Last night was odd. |
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| 06:20pm 14/04/2006 |
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mood:  weird
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I went to work, which was actually funny and good for once, what with all the gals that happened to be there at once. Gaets and Mary are funny. But I got exhausted and I think it should be illegal to make cashiers get carts, especially when it's 119 degrees outside.
I came home very tired and sore and went to Kevin's house. All I remember there is eating leftovers and falling asleep. Then I came home, opened the window in my room, and proceeded to fall asleep.
At about 12:30, just as I was drifting off, this couple that was partying or hanging out in the house by the parking lot beside our house came outside. I could hear them walking on the gravel and could hear basically everything they said. This obviously kept me from sleeping, partly because it was loud and partly because, honestly, I wanted to listen in. They were arguing about something relating to the amount of beer the girl thought she was expected to consume, and how she didn't want to drink all that beer, and the guy was saying something like, "You don't have to. Just drink what I brought." It was the argument of two very stupid people. The girl was simultaneously whining and crying and being weird. She was obviously emotionally perturbed.
Anyway, this went on for a good twenty minutes, and I fell asleep when they finally shut up.
At 4:30 in the morning that poor, stupid, poor, emotional girl was outside again, this time intoxicated and crying even harder. And it was raining, no less. And so she ran around and fell in the gravel and cried and cried and cried. People came out to get her and she cried at them and yelled and whined and cried. I went downstairs to use the bathroom and saw a truck pull into the parking lot. I assume it picked her up, or someone dragged her inside the house again, because when I went back upstairs it was quiet.
That, to me, made last night really odd. |
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| 11:29am 16/03/2006 |
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mood: come celebrate with us music: Kelsey's tonight
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It's a year today. Praise motherfucking Shiva, and all the rest of the deities!
I am very happy indeed. Kind of pathetic and odd, but happy. |
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| Well. |
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| 10:12am 05/03/2006 |
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mood:  ?
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I'm still really sick (going on the third week, now). I heard that when your mucous is yellow it means you have a sinus infection. So that's just great.
Other than that, I have lots of French homework to do. Quick! Endings for the subjunctive: e, es, e, ions, iez, ent! Irregular verbs: faire=fass, savoir=sach, pouvoir-puiss, avoir=aei... I can't remember the rest.
I don't think my Queen's portfolio is going to get mailed there in time enough to be evaluated. I don't want to go there, anyway. Or to Ryerson, which is why I don't think I'll bother with their interview. (Also the fact that I have no experience with theatre arts.)
So basically this weekend was sitting and watching lots of movies and eating fruit for my immune system or something. Last night was Ethiopian food for Katie's birthday, which was yummy. Maybe I'll have some soup now. |
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| Wow, so I guess I suck at keeping a LiveJournal. |
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| 12:23am 18/02/2006 |
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But anyway.
So I got into Guelph, and with that I get a $2000 bursary for a 90%+ average.
But I think I'll wait for now and see if I'm accepted at any of the others.
School is the usual and work is too, except that we're getting a whole new computer system in March, and the very thought of learning that all over again makes me want to quit.
Singing party tomorrow. You should come. And sing. |
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| 11:12am 04/02/2006 |
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I swept the whole bottom floor this morning and cleaned the kitched. Bamma and I had good talks. When I was spweeping under the stairs I found a West Side Story vinyl, two bars of sheet music, a map of Windsor, and a photo of Katie/Matt/Kev/Anna from about twelve years ago.
Then I took a shower.
I am going to do the artwork for the Kitchen Sink Lothario, I think. If I can get my act together.
I've acquired Odelay, Hail to the Thief, and Mississauga Goddam.
Tomorrow is maybe Jon's birthday something-or-other.
Who changed it so that all the windows come up as "restored down" immediately?! And there are no Kleenexes. |
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| 10:06pm 01/02/2006 |
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mood: i love everything music: everything is cool and awesome and yeah
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Wacom Wacom Wacom Wacom Wacom etc
Wacom
it's really cool and awesome and yeah
i've been trying to get portfolios together and it's not easy
everything is really cool but my eyes hurt from watching movies
exams are done and that is very relieving
chinese food tonight made me too full because I have no restraint
everything is so incredibly awesome |
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| 11:32pm 20/01/2006 |
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New TYP recordings! So that's really exciting. Listening right now makes me very happy.
Last night was birthday dinner with a few close, well-chosen pals. Thank you to Kevin, Aaron, Steph, and Derek. You are for shiz the best ever. We had pizza, made a racket, played some trivia game (the answers to which Aaron kept saying wrong, making the game all the more challenging/stupid). I guess that maybe I don't get out enough.
And it doesn't help that exams are a-comin.' This weekend: Calculus (2 hours+), Chemistry (1.5 hours+), and Exercise Science (however long my position takes to state itself in my position statement). I got a bit intimidated and prematurely nostalgic tonight on the train, thinking that some day he and I will be someone's history, that maybe our highschool graduation pictures will be seen my granchildren and they'll say "Ha! Lookit his glasses. Dork-face." But then hopefully they'll have more creative insults a hundred years from now.
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| 05:49pm 24/12/2005 |
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music: Tom Waits' Closing Time
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So yeah, whatever holiday you celebrate this season, here's hoping it's a happy one.
I realized that this house is not good. The kids are down, and everyone is all of a sudden brutally depressing. I don't think it's a good place for kids, because it's not happy, and certainly not Christmassey. I don't see why the kids would actually want to come here, to the sub-par, uncreative vegetarian food and few toys and no TV allowed and a shitty evil stepmother. And they can't laugh loudly or run or jump on the furniture or say anything above a whisper. What kind of life for a kid is that? I hate to think that maybe that's what my childhood was like, and I just can't remember it anymore.
So basically, it's not actually a holiday, and I've been mad all day, and I'm an atheist that has to go to church twice in two days. And I was almost going to get the house to myself for three days, except for the fact that my mom and stepfather hate each other. So. You know. That means I never get to be alone. Oh well. |
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