T9 says I'm Chaos.

So, livejournal ... I've been thinking.
I really like you, like, no ... I really do. You're good to me. You've met me some people, you listen to me when no one knows they should, you're always there. I'm sorry that I haven't been around much ... I ... you see ...
I've met something else.

Yeah, I'm sure you've heard.

Yes, it's Facebook. How did you know? Right, of course, the whole world is with Facebook. Silly me, I knew that ... but I love her. Livejournal, I am sorry. I am. You and Facebook are nothing alike ... you're both good, but for different reasons ... and right now ... Facebook is better for me.

We can be buddies still, I will still use you to explode emotional outbursts on. I promise.

I knew you'd like that ... so we still good?

Super.

Love you too.

Holy poop.
Where have I been?

BAH!

So, I chose Rick Mercer as the greatest Canadian. And my group liked that idea. ... so now he's the classes greatest Canadian. Go me.
I've created a mass of monsters. BAHHH!

I'm still Gay. Ya know. So, now you know.

I have a "friend". *glows*

And I am still swamped like no one's business with school work. Yeeeow.
I've been sick. I think I had a small flu, attached to the end of it was a wicked cold. Bastard.

I'm drinking orange juice now, because I HAVE to get rid of it before I leave for spring break. I am NOT suffering. I refuse.

I am getting a tattoo over the break too.
Here's where you guys come in ... WHAT SHOULD I GET ON MY BODY?

1) "The Creation of Adam", painted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Just then hands ... (if you don't know what I am talking about click here.) On my back, below my neck, across my shoulder blades. WOAH $$$. But worth it.

2) A music note, like this, rainbow coloring, behind my ear.

3) A nautical star, with an anchor ... or just an anchor on the inside of my wrist.

Vote now.

The purpose is to continue the comments by creating an acronym using the last word of the comment before yours. Make sense?

Here's mine ... "I'm watching something politcal on television."

With the turn of 2007, I've decided to try some new changes. Not resolutions, but just conscious efforts to better my life. Here they are, in not particular order, except that of which I think of them.

Stop Swearing.
Stop swearing ... sounds simple. Right now I've enlisted Melissa to pinch me, since she's around the most, to pinch me whenever she hears me swear. I think it's working. And she likes the idea because instead of swearing I'll be forced to use my head and say what I am thinking.
Instead of "That fucker!" I would get pinched and say, "That arrogant, selfabsorbed prig."
So far it's working.

Get in the gym more.
Not "the running on a tredmill" gym, but the gymansium. There's love in my for the game of basketball ... and I have not been satifying it. Period.

Get in the gym more.
The "running on a tredmill" gym. Because I want to be in shape.

Save money slash enhance money management skills.
I want to have more money in my pocket at given times and have it less focused on getting out. ..... here's my first step at how I am going to do that .

Lower my alcohol intake.
I scared myself before the new year. And it took two very special ladies, that mean more to me than I can accuratly explain, coming to me with very secure and strong arguements (on my health's better half)  towards this issue. It is not that I drink too much, or that I am an alcoholic, or that there is anysort of detrmental effects here ... no worries. The only issue is that I have better things to do with my time, and my money ... and I didn't see that, but these beautiful ladies did. I thank them.

Those are some. Here are some more:

- get camera fixed
- learn as much as I can before she leaves
- take pride and control of my job as Sports Editor (which I think I am doing very well at ... I haven't seen my section in print yet)
- Focus on good grades
- figure out why I haven't said it.
- maybe say it
- begin playing bass again
- continue writing songs
- hold on to my roots and where I came from
- think about who got me here everyday
- open doors and carry things for friends and strangers
- take the time to tie my shoes
- read a book every month
- get a 5 speed Honda Civic *pouts* I want this so bad.


And ... that should be all for now.

Busy times lately.

There was a fondu party at my place Friday night. That was super fun. Melissa, Amanda and Kate came over, and then there was Tricia(my roomate) and me. It was like the women's centre moved into our apartment. We were all like, "Let's dip fruit in chocolate, drink wine and reeeeelax." And wouldn't you know it half the night was spent in the midst of heated political debates. I love my friends. When they weren't parking political ideas in the middle of the table they were talking about penis. I got really grossed out.
In the morning I got up to see Amanda and Kate off, and then I went back to bed. I didn't wake up until almost 2:00! And I had to be at the gym for a three on three basketball tounament for 2:30. So, I got up in a hurry.
Our team totally rocked. Totally. We did really good, and then we lost to a team who had a gal who use to play for the varsity team. She was sooo good. Better than me. So we swapped email addy's and I think we're going to play pick up a lot. I want her to make me better so that next year when I try out, I'll do really good. I don't want any guessing as to whether or not I should be on the team. You know? Oh yes! I am so excited for this!

Annnnnnnnd now it's today. Melissa leaves Monday for Victoria BC. She'll be gone awhile, and I want to take her to a movie before she goes, because, if you didn't know, I've become rich over the past week! OH YEAHHHH!

I love this financial security thing. It's neat.

I need groceries.

Much love readers.

Bye.

I think Vince Vaughn is on drugs.

Who watched the People Choice Awards tonigt? I mean ... did you see his eyes?
I don't know. Eyes shouldn't look like that. So dark ... and sunken.

Maybe he's just taking the break up wayyyyyy bad.

Don't tell him about Jennifer Aniston and I. I don't think he could handle it just yet.

Everytime the new roomie uses her cell phone it messes up my speakers in my bedroom.

*grumbles*

And I want to like her. I really do.

I feel so fucking cool right now.
I feel super hot.


Cool ... like an ice sculpture of a vagina ... hot ... like a burning ring of fire (cash) ....Contradictory, or what?


Still hungry though.
I'm thinking I need to go hunting ... or ice fishing or something.
Maybe I'll snare that cute bunny who hangs out behind the res building.
Sorry Sheena. :( I take it back.

I finally pumped ... no ... blew up my huge bouncy ball. I now use it as my computer chair. Seeee......



I like it. But I need to get a real pump, unlike the one you see on my desk (that didn't work), to pump it up firm ... because when I sit on it ... it flattens out considerably.


I exercise while I am on the computer. I exercised while I made this post. Bitches.

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. my crooked smile
2. my breasts ... some days.
3. I don't mind my feet.


THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. tummy
2. hands (sometimes they look weird and chubby)
3. pimples


THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. Irish
2. French
3. English


THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. My tummy
2. Dying young
3. Hurting someone


THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. My phone
2. Laughter/friends
3. Music


THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. 2 socks
2. Jogging pants
3. Shirt


THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. Brandnew
2. Jeff Buckley
3. Justin Timberlake


THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE SONGS:
1. I refuse to answer this.


THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. honesty
2. fun
3. quirks and imperfections


THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. basketball coach
2. some sort of interactive, motivting young people position.
3. ____


THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Montreal
2. Hawaii
3. Greece


THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. get to the aforementioned places
2. create a cult to leave behind
3. be accomplished and happy


THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:
1. I think of sex a lot.
2. Short hair.
3. I like girls.

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:
1. I am concerned about my image.
2. I'm a sap (says Melissa)
3. I have a va-J.J.


THREE CELEB CRUSHES
1. Justin Timberlake will be my wife.
2. Jennifer Anniston
3. Ani


THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:
1. no one,

I was in a crummy mood.
Watching some basketball on the telle to cheer me up ... and I thought ....

"Hmmm ... a rainbow candy can would be super." So I got one. Actually two.
And I chomped in, that's how I eat 'em.

And wouldn't you know it the fucker for wedged across my mouth.
It literally got stuck in my mouth. Stuck, I say.
So I had to come back into my room and post  about such a moment...

WITH A PICTURE



I had to use my finger to take it out. I paniced for a slight moment.

What a random and crazy night!

People aren't showing up yet, but because they are due to start showing up in one hour ... but I am showered, dressed and roaring to go!

I can't wait!

Tonight is going to be a blast. I'll have pictures to show you.

BIG MONEY!
 I look hot.


Check ya.

In all honesty ... this was just an excuse to post some weird pictures of me.

I want aviator sunglasses.

Reflector ones. You know ... the kind that looks like two mirrors attatched to your face.




And I want groceries.

You know when you do something to someone ... and you knew it hurt.

I believe in Karma. Now.

Ouch.




Better in the long run? Quite possibly. But I wont admit that right now.
Mainly because I am stubborn. Or Niave. Fuck it, I'm both.

I've never been more at a loss for words that I can recall.
And she seemed so elegant with hers.
I faught with my insides not to twist and make me sick.
Not because she was handling this with finesse, but because I wasn't on the same page.

I had a lump in my throat so big I could have spit it out if it would have moved.
I had a mind so heavy I couldn't move. I don't even know what the thoughts were.

I hope it wasn't as easy as it seemed for her. I hope.
I hope the answer to that question is exactly what mine was.
I hope ... I hope for the best thing I can never have.





I have to pee so bad. And I just don't want to get up.
But I should also get a glass of water, seeings how I haven't drank enough water today.

Fuck. I'm .. I feel ...

Fuck.

I didn't drink enough water today.

Crud.

For some unknown reason I slept until 1:00 today.
Upon wakening I called my "father" Ted. He said I should visit since I was home.
He came and got me, we did some laundry and watch some of the Canada vs Germany World Junior hockey game.

Then Sarah and Mel came and picked me up. We went shopping for snazzy clothes for Sarah to wear to the new years dance. I bought a hat and totally got checked out at the mall.
We also went to a sex shop called Leather and Lace to buy Sarah's cousin, Mario, a "fun" gift.

While we were in the mall I ran into an old friend who I haven't seen since grade 8!
Sarah thought she was smokin' hot. *smiles naughty*

Sarah is on the prowl. Hehehehheh. I'm trying to find her a lady ... who's normal and cute. And you'd think that were easy. Think again.

So, now I'm home. People are suppose to be coming over for my roomate, Shannon's get together.
The night calls for Talledega Nights. Ricky Bobby, you know ... the NASCAR comedy with Farrell. Anyways. I'm excited.
Melissa might be coming for it. :-)

Speaking of excitement, I'm getting excited for the new years dance.

If you live in the Sydney area, and you have any bone in your body that enjoys dancing or fun .... you should be there. Not some stupid house party, not alone on your parent's couch, not alone with your significant other slurping suds and kissing or watching movies ... come out and dance. Come out and be with friends. You can sit alone and sulk any day of the year ... but you can only go out and celebrate a year behind you, and a new year to leave it behind you once every 365 days.

COME TO THE DANCE AT THE SYDNEY STEEL WORKER'S HALL  ON NEW YEARS EVE.

Now I'm alone, listening to love songs.

Acoustic, piano, soft drumming, delicate bass, occasionally violin and other string instruments, and flowing vocals caress my red and warm earlobes.

And hour ago my fingertips touched soft skin and felt warm breath.
My nostrils filled with unparalleled, mesmerizing sweetness.
My body warm and mind torn by the obvious distraction on the screen and the underlying and unspoken desires.

I couldn't help but to build slight anticipation.
Anticipation dove into expectation, then I felt guilt.
Not with anything I'd done, but something I wanted to do, something I felt and couldn't undo.

It didn't happen, because ... it.... it just didn't.
And now I'm alone, listening to love songs.

My mind says I'm glad, but who listens to their mind?
My body says I'm dumb ... but I'd be stupid to live by my body's lack of inhibitions.
My heart is in the middle ... and when you're torn, you're vulnerable, therefore unreliable.

 

Wanna see tons of pictures, taken by my new camera, tonight at my small get together / partee?

Here is theee linkeroo. CLICK HERE
Enjoy.

Im in red.