Man, I actually finished that script. And I wasn't up for another 3 hours after that. The Coke did nothing for me though, it didn't keep me up the extra 3 hours.
Anyways, yeah. I've run out of things to say. oh. I've gotten numerous crushes and likes in the school and I'm not giving out names. Hahahaha!
4.29.2004
I can't believe I'm doing this again.
I drank a Coke (no aspirin though [in-joke]) and now i'm awake. I'll be up for another 3 hours, so I'll be productive and do homework. Though I should be more responsible and do it while I'm awake and while it's before midnight... I just can't help it.
Anyways, back to work. I gotta be quiet so I don't attract unwanted attention.
I drank a Coke (no aspirin though [in-joke]) and now i'm awake. I'll be up for another 3 hours, so I'll be productive and do homework. Though I should be more responsible and do it while I'm awake and while it's before midnight... I just can't help it.
Anyways, back to work. I gotta be quiet so I don't attract unwanted attention.
4.26.2004
4.23.2004
4.18.2004
Spent my day with my family. We went sugaring off, at a place called "La Goudrelle", down at Mont-St-Grégoire, like... 30 minutes away. Long story short, I ate a lot, talked a lot, laughed a lot, and slept in a car. But not the trunk.
I have no idea what else to say.
Ass.
I have no idea what else to say.
Ass.
4.15.2004
Holy shit I got absolutely no sleep last night.
Okay, maybe like 4 hours spread out throughout the night. I had KFC last night, had a couple of glasses of Pepsi. I guess the caffeine didn't kick in afterwards, because I passed out at around 9:48 PM. I woke up at 11:40 PM, because the TV was still on and Angel was loud. The caffeine must've kicked in because I wasn't able to get back to sleep until around 3 in the morning.
My night pretty much went like this.
12 AM: Tried getting back to sleep. I kept moving from side to side but it didn't work out for me. Spent about a half hour doing that.
12:35 AM: Decided to look over my Geography notes. After about 6 minutes, I gave up.
12:50 AM: Tried sleeping again. I started thinking about my guitar, and playing it. I kept telling myself that sleep would be nice, but I felt so awake. Damn Pepsi.
1:24 AM: I pulled out my guitar and started playing with my thumbs. I didn't use a pick, and therefore, didn't wake anyone up. I practiced fingerpicking, and now the song I played is stuck in my head. I played at least 9 songs that night. It was like a setlist. That didn't even get me tired.
2:30 AM: About an hour after playing my guitar, I stop and put it away. I turn on the TV and watch an infomercial about a juicer. What a piece of shit. I gave up after my eyes started to burn from the light. I'm happy that they're burning though, it means I'm tired.
3:10 AM: I fall asleep.
The worst part is I'm very aware that my alarm goes off about 2 hours later.
5:30 AM: My alarm goes off and I wake up to the sounds of the latest piece of shit pop song that I don't even know the name of. I mutter to myself "God dammit." I hit the snooze button and try to get back to sleep.
6 AM: I fell asleep, I wanted to take a shower though.
6:25 AM: I realize I have about an hour before having to go to school, so I wake up (and snap out of a particularly erotic dream), and I get in the shower. I'm out by about 6:58.
Anyways. yeah. That was my night, I didn't sleep and it was pretty unproductive. And the sleep I did get, it wasn't good. I'm sore and my neck is killing me.
Ayways, I'm done. I'll probably add more later or something, if I don't pass out later today.
Okay, maybe like 4 hours spread out throughout the night. I had KFC last night, had a couple of glasses of Pepsi. I guess the caffeine didn't kick in afterwards, because I passed out at around 9:48 PM. I woke up at 11:40 PM, because the TV was still on and Angel was loud. The caffeine must've kicked in because I wasn't able to get back to sleep until around 3 in the morning.
My night pretty much went like this.
12 AM: Tried getting back to sleep. I kept moving from side to side but it didn't work out for me. Spent about a half hour doing that.
12:35 AM: Decided to look over my Geography notes. After about 6 minutes, I gave up.
12:50 AM: Tried sleeping again. I started thinking about my guitar, and playing it. I kept telling myself that sleep would be nice, but I felt so awake. Damn Pepsi.
1:24 AM: I pulled out my guitar and started playing with my thumbs. I didn't use a pick, and therefore, didn't wake anyone up. I practiced fingerpicking, and now the song I played is stuck in my head. I played at least 9 songs that night. It was like a setlist. That didn't even get me tired.
2:30 AM: About an hour after playing my guitar, I stop and put it away. I turn on the TV and watch an infomercial about a juicer. What a piece of shit. I gave up after my eyes started to burn from the light. I'm happy that they're burning though, it means I'm tired.
3:10 AM: I fall asleep.
The worst part is I'm very aware that my alarm goes off about 2 hours later.
5:30 AM: My alarm goes off and I wake up to the sounds of the latest piece of shit pop song that I don't even know the name of. I mutter to myself "God dammit." I hit the snooze button and try to get back to sleep.
6 AM: I fell asleep, I wanted to take a shower though.
6:25 AM: I realize I have about an hour before having to go to school, so I wake up (and snap out of a particularly erotic dream), and I get in the shower. I'm out by about 6:58.
Anyways. yeah. That was my night, I didn't sleep and it was pretty unproductive. And the sleep I did get, it wasn't good. I'm sore and my neck is killing me.
Ayways, I'm done. I'll probably add more later or something, if I don't pass out later today.
4.13.2004
4.11.2004
why is it at night i always end up slurring my speech and speaking in a deep, kinda raspy voice? i also stop caring about my typing, and i completely forget taht there's a backspace. on purpose. i'm gonna try to drag on this muthafucka in this melancholy-yet-still-pretty-happy state i'm in, regardkess of what senseless rambling shit i go on about.
felt a little shitty lately. that feeling of knowing that a friend isn't well yet i can't intervene and help because they don't feel they trust me enough... i hate that feeling.absolutely fucking terrible. that and i keep hitting an emotional low every couple of nights. i'm problably just bored or something, yeah.
note to self: "call you back" = "talk to you ina week"
not that i mind.
that much.
...
anyways.
going to a completely different topic now, it's sunday now. i still feel exactly the same. fuck. that sort of feeling where you're trying to think of something to do and you get nowhere fast. it doesn't even kill time. which iis the negative of waiting until i get tired. i am tired though, but not enough to warrant sleep. i'll be up for another few hours so i guess i'll keep writing.
i still have to finish jess' letter. i'd rather not now, i'm not in the mood to write down things. if i did it'd probably look like long lines of absolutely nothing taht makes sense at all.
like now!
i don't even remember what i was rantin g about. something about muthafucka and melancholy. and the word 'low'. the odd part is i haven't been drinking tonight, so yeah. maybe my brain's just meltingo r osmehitng. but i havent drank, and if you know me you'd also know i don't do drugs.
drugs are bad.
i've stoppped kmaking sense to mylsef. time to stop typing ands leepp.
felt a little shitty lately. that feeling of knowing that a friend isn't well yet i can't intervene and help because they don't feel they trust me enough... i hate that feeling.absolutely fucking terrible. that and i keep hitting an emotional low every couple of nights. i'm problably just bored or something, yeah.
note to self: "call you back" = "talk to you ina week"
not that i mind.
that much.
...
anyways.
going to a completely different topic now, it's sunday now. i still feel exactly the same. fuck. that sort of feeling where you're trying to think of something to do and you get nowhere fast. it doesn't even kill time. which iis the negative of waiting until i get tired. i am tired though, but not enough to warrant sleep. i'll be up for another few hours so i guess i'll keep writing.
i still have to finish jess' letter. i'd rather not now, i'm not in the mood to write down things. if i did it'd probably look like long lines of absolutely nothing taht makes sense at all.
like now!
i don't even remember what i was rantin g about. something about muthafucka and melancholy. and the word 'low'. the odd part is i haven't been drinking tonight, so yeah. maybe my brain's just meltingo r osmehitng. but i havent drank, and if you know me you'd also know i don't do drugs.
drugs are bad.
i've stoppped kmaking sense to mylsef. time to stop typing ands leepp.
4.07.2004
It's another month... you know what that means! More random scribbles from the BLUE BOOK!
Outside of dates, bolded text in brackets were notes added by me afterwards, for the blog post.
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04-02-2004
Man, the millennium Falcon was and is absolutely so fucking cool.
God, some people can be so bitter sometimes. I'm starting to (and kinda always did) believe the single life is a better way to go. I really don't wanna end up like them. I find it weird how much people change when they're no longer single.
Michael's idea behind going to Pluto... that'd be cool.
Bowling for Columbine sucks after seeing it 4 times.
Where's my guitar?
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04-04-2004
I'm at the Metro again. Headed to Place Vertu to buy a birthday card for Kevin. Why there? Dunno. Hoping I see some familiar faces. Who knows what sort of adventure I'll get into? Anyways. I'll kill about a half hour wandering before going home. Sunday sucks, so this is giving me something to do. I have to remember to talk to Jess today. Yeah. My sister.... and everyone else at home for that matter, thinks that I spell guitar as "gee-tar". I can't believe they'd think that. I'm really tired. I got at least 12 hours of sleep though. I think. Okay... 12 AM to about... 9:30. 9 and a half hours. I shouldn't be complaining.
It's April and it's raining. What a welcome change from the snow in March. I love this season. Along with fall. Fall kicks mucho ass. Something gets to me, about all the different colours and stuff.
I find it easy to write personal thoughts in the Metro. My book is small, my writing's kinda messy (Editor's note: What an understatement!), and I don't usually write around people I know. 1 stop to go. More writing later.
(Several minutes later, with much nothing happening.)
I'm on a bus now. For a Sunday, there's a lot of people. I'm a little surprised by that. Shit. I remember to do everything else EXCEPT shave. Looks like I have something to add to the list. Damn. This ride isn't anywhere near how smooth the metro ride was. Lots of cracks in the road and hard braking.
I'm kinda surprised how I was able to make it to April without completely losing it. Like a major breakdown, involving me going apeshit and destroying various school items. Seriously though... It's been hectic, tiring, fun, yet sometimes also kinda Hellish. Ok. Not kinda, it's been pretty terrible.
(In Place Vertu)
Okay... HMV first. Damn. No dice. Weezer DVD = 12.99. Gift idea?
Card store... the whole mall is pretty odd today. There's an N-Gage display in front of Zellers and a bunch of giant rabbits around... everywhere.
I bought it. =w= dvd, 14.94.
04-05-2004
Holy sweet goddamn. I got questions in English class which go pretty deep. They're for Romeo and Juliet... but they're more like some sort of self analysis. Example:
2. Do you believe in love at first sight? How serious or long-lasting could this kind of love be? Has it ever happened to you?
4. Do you think that what happens to a person in life is preordained -- that your life's events are "written" by fate ahead of time? Or are events in your life entirely a matter of free will -- what happens to you happens because of choices you make, plus chance? Or is your life a mixture of fate and free will? To what extent?
Deep. Really... deep.
04-06-2004
Lack of sleep KILLS.
Lack of sleep KILLS!!!.
I had to rush this morning because I had 10 minutes to leave. I'm so sleeping today. In school. There's this fucking nasty smell on the school's top floor... like... cooking.
Outside of dates, bolded text in brackets were notes added by me afterwards, for the blog post.
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04-02-2004
Man, the millennium Falcon was and is absolutely so fucking cool.
God, some people can be so bitter sometimes. I'm starting to (and kinda always did) believe the single life is a better way to go. I really don't wanna end up like them. I find it weird how much people change when they're no longer single.
Michael's idea behind going to Pluto... that'd be cool.
Bowling for Columbine sucks after seeing it 4 times.
Where's my guitar?
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04-04-2004
I'm at the Metro again. Headed to Place Vertu to buy a birthday card for Kevin. Why there? Dunno. Hoping I see some familiar faces. Who knows what sort of adventure I'll get into? Anyways. I'll kill about a half hour wandering before going home. Sunday sucks, so this is giving me something to do. I have to remember to talk to Jess today. Yeah. My sister.... and everyone else at home for that matter, thinks that I spell guitar as "gee-tar". I can't believe they'd think that. I'm really tired. I got at least 12 hours of sleep though. I think. Okay... 12 AM to about... 9:30. 9 and a half hours. I shouldn't be complaining.
It's April and it's raining. What a welcome change from the snow in March. I love this season. Along with fall. Fall kicks mucho ass. Something gets to me, about all the different colours and stuff.
I find it easy to write personal thoughts in the Metro. My book is small, my writing's kinda messy (Editor's note: What an understatement!), and I don't usually write around people I know. 1 stop to go. More writing later.
(Several minutes later, with much nothing happening.)
I'm on a bus now. For a Sunday, there's a lot of people. I'm a little surprised by that. Shit. I remember to do everything else EXCEPT shave. Looks like I have something to add to the list. Damn. This ride isn't anywhere near how smooth the metro ride was. Lots of cracks in the road and hard braking.
I'm kinda surprised how I was able to make it to April without completely losing it. Like a major breakdown, involving me going apeshit and destroying various school items. Seriously though... It's been hectic, tiring, fun, yet sometimes also kinda Hellish. Ok. Not kinda, it's been pretty terrible.
(In Place Vertu)
Okay... HMV first. Damn. No dice. Weezer DVD = 12.99. Gift idea?
Card store... the whole mall is pretty odd today. There's an N-Gage display in front of Zellers and a bunch of giant rabbits around... everywhere.
I bought it. =w= dvd, 14.94.
04-05-2004
Holy sweet goddamn. I got questions in English class which go pretty deep. They're for Romeo and Juliet... but they're more like some sort of self analysis. Example:
2. Do you believe in love at first sight? How serious or long-lasting could this kind of love be? Has it ever happened to you?
4. Do you think that what happens to a person in life is preordained -- that your life's events are "written" by fate ahead of time? Or are events in your life entirely a matter of free will -- what happens to you happens because of choices you make, plus chance? Or is your life a mixture of fate and free will? To what extent?
Deep. Really... deep.
04-06-2004
Lack of sleep KILLS.
Lack of sleep KILLS!!!.
I had to rush this morning because I had 10 minutes to leave. I'm so sleeping today. In school. There's this fucking nasty smell on the school's top floor... like... cooking.
4.06.2004
"New York, New York
It's a Hell of a town!
The Bronx is up
And the Bowery's down.
The mimes are food
For the bums underground
New Yawk, NEW YAAWWWK!"
"That's a cute song, Sam. I don't recognize it."
"It's from one of my favourite musicals, Max. It's about a quaint French circus that comes to town and is immediately cannibalized by the local Mole men."
It's a Hell of a town!
The Bronx is up
And the Bowery's down.
The mimes are food
For the bums underground
New Yawk, NEW YAAWWWK!"
"That's a cute song, Sam. I don't recognize it."
"It's from one of my favourite musicals, Max. It's about a quaint French circus that comes to town and is immediately cannibalized by the local Mole men."
4.05.2004
4.02.2004
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