[Prying the door open with both feet and both hands!]
Sunday, June 24, 2001 - 04:45 p.m.
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Bumbs don't turn me on.
Being the recipient of a "mooning" is "underwhelming." Butts are boring. What an unimpressive part of the body. Hairy, smooth, sexy, fat, or stinky, butts are not made for entertainment.
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Sunday, June 24, 2001 - 01:27 p.m.
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I really like feeling special. EEEEE. |
[I want to love you, why is that so bad?]
Wednesday, June 20, 2001 - 12:46 a.m. in the morning
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I have strengths. Many of which relate to my ability to....crawl and roll across a mat under pressure, etc....
For cheerleading try-outs the girls back-flipped, carted, kicked, spun, and twirled. Stepping up to the foam blue mat and exhaling my second thoughts, I proceeded to do "log rolls" and front rolls across the floor until I reached the end. I almost almost thought of not stopping and rolling out the gymnasium door into the safety of: anywhere but cheerleading try-outs.
I am 100% better now: I don't try to cheerlead anymore. However, I do agressively pursue FUN.
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[Did you get home safely last night?]
Wednesday, June 20, 2001 - 12:15 a.m.
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Hey since when did personalized mean: Hey ANGIE PHAN! followed by "clickme banners" ?
Last night I walked very very far and at 1:30AM no less. The journey home is a little different when you feel like there's no one around to keep you company. The love in the air is fickle and dreary/wary-eyed. Everyone, I mean everyone has a friendly hello for you. Secretly, I think its because we all fear and lack an understanding for the other person who is awake at such a sun-less hour.
According to those freaky almanacs, the sun says, "hello little creatures" for the longest time tomorrow. |
[All I wanna do is love you]
Wednesday, June 13, 2001 - 04:59 p.m.
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My favourite ice cream flavour: School's out with a summer on top.
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[Hello, how may I direct your call?]
Tuesday, June 12, 2001 - 06:21 p.m.
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On my answering machine today: "Yo, what cha wearing?"
Besides the high possibility of it being a wrong number, I was kinda amused and pleased by the random spontaneity on my answering machine.
I secretly think that my singing ability is there; only in hibernation. I feed this illusion by singing along to the radio and when its volume is really loud, the fact that I'm tone deaf is hugely forgiven. |
[It is Monday]
Monday, June 11, 2001 - 03:59 p.m.
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Last year at this time, the end of the school year was much more of an event, but it's this year that I get to go to big big people school. (university). I think I might be missing out on the freshness post-secondary education anticipation; just by a little bit though..... yaaaaay!
Well, i'm going to make myself a little scarce this final week of school, but don't worry, I'm sure 2 ply toilet paper will save the day... Doesn't it always? |
[For heaven's sake]
Sunday, June 10, 2001 - 11:36 a.m.
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Every successful person probably doesn't worry about every other unsuccessful (or just a really mean) person harboring a dislike for them. Well, I suppose in some cases this theory is proven wrong by the three burly ninja master kickass senseis that surround that ever successful individual.
Um, anyway, back to "the point," don't you think it's getting a little ridiculous when a person successful in the fact that they can hitch a boyfriend, is being disliked by someone who is currently unhitched? Or how about being successful in school, or for sharpening a pencil, excellently? I mean are they really there to spite you? Come on, be a little more secular and think inside the box. Change the definition of successful from "them" to "you." You're the best. You're the best.
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[S is for Sounds like FUN!]
Wednesday, June 6, 2001 - 12:15 p.m.
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Reporting from a sunny Edmontonian home is me. Topically, the city looks wonderful. People smiling and enjoying the heat. It feels and looks like all the unhappy people are dead, stuck in offices, or very far away from Edmonton.
Yay! |
[Let's have it out!]
Tuesday, June 5, 2001 - 12:48 p.m.
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How are you today?
I'd like to be angry sometimes and not have the solution always be to terminate.
i'd also like to say that I didn't spend $700 on a digital camera. Too much technology is coming out to replace what was an innovative creation 2 hours ago. No one can decide which is really better, or which product reduces their odds of getting cancer. |
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Tuesday, June 5, 2001 - 12:16 p.m.
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a hoy hoy. |
[...but that's 10 days.]
Tuesday, June 5, 2001 - 04:48 a.m.
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I wish there was some magical button that I could press at the end of the day that would complete me. I wish you knew which button that was and pressed it. |
[Tough love.]
Sunday, June 3, 2001 - 01:36 a.m.
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HI! I'm home. It's good to know that people are in my heart. I mean, it doesn't always feel good, but it's nice to know that that little organ is there. |
[Bee Bop Ba Loo Bop, Fuck.]
Thursday, May 31, 2001 - 09:38 p.m.
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Have you ever wondered what I'm like when I'm drunk? I haven't stopped to think about it, and being drunk isn't the time to really "think" about it.
Case and point
Last night while comparing the sexy curves of eachother's cups (after a few drinks), someone determined that theirs was sexier than the other. "Mine's sexier -- yours looks like a twelve year olds breasts." |
[7 Queers please (aka coors light beer).]
Saturday, May 26, 2001 - 12:01 p.m.
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Being the only purveyor of alcohol at a party sounds like an evening of story after story. Many girls and boys swirled into a large mass of agreeable or cutely disagreeable bodies swaying to a beat of their own. How could things go wrong?
Try prolonging the day until the wee hours of the morning, (3AM). Unfortunately, I wasn't there to experience the fun part first hand, but being the fun seeker I am, I risked a complete bust by meeting those fine purveyors of alcohol at the end of their gig. I enjoyed myself, but the sense that my enthusiasm fell flat upon their heavy-lidded eyes and furrowed bored brows kinda made it feel like a bust.
So, today I bid adieu to yesterday, er today? |
[Thank you Jocelyn!]
Friday, May 25, 2001 - 03:25 p.m.
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Your pictures postings rock! Look! She took a good picture of everyone, I turned out yummy too!
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[A screwdriver please, and hold the vodka]
Thursday, May 24, 2001 - 02:43 p.m.
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This is just to say that making an event out of a playground and chocolate icecream is something we should concern ourselves with. |
[This sort of stuff curdles a pita]
Monday, May 21, 2001 - 09:29 a.m.
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Covering up your hurt with anger and your anger with confidence is a lot of work. Especially when you fail mid-way through.
I'm trying to write an essay about alternative energy right now. David Suzuki sensationalizes the doom of our environment, no WORLD! and solar-powered calculators are the best. |
[Pre wisdom teeth removal post.]
Saturday, May 19, 2001 - 01:24 p.m.
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Well, I guess I'm going to have to scratch off being an "art form." The sexy photos idea is a little stale. The only two respondants I had were um, well there were only two.
In the company of Jeff and Cameron, (coincidently the two respondants from above), wild things can happen. Such as last night's events at the greek restaurant:
I'm sure the belly dancer was showering me with her fabulous gyrations. There's nothing more confusing then trying to find the right facial expression as a naked expanse of sex belly flashes back and forth in front of your wide eyes. |
[where banana splits don't go straight to your thighs]
Thursday, May 17, 2001 - 09:52 p.m.
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I've always thought that going to the symphony would be a good idea. Always as in about 3 weeks ago when Jessica told me about the wonderful experience. I was only lately reminded of how good an idea it was when another friend devulged to me their plans on going to the symphony with their sister. Oh! I can't specifically invite either of them to the symphony with me any time soon. I mean, isn't it almost like making someone watch a movie they've already seen the day before?
Well, there's still getting pictures taken with friends in photo booths and symphony under the sky to check out.... Or maybe if my two ideas don't ever pan out, I could always start that escort business. Email me if you're interested in taking sexy photos of me. |
[push comes to shove I'm worth it]
Wednesday, May 16, 2001 - 04:12 p.m.
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I'm really disappointed with my money saving situation. Well, when I say I'm really disappointed, it's a little hard to garner some sympathy while decked out in expensive new capitalist girly jean pants. Pants, movies, drinks, food, fun, red meat. Darn the businesses. They drink me like 25cent high ball night. |
[I am 100% cuddleable]
Tuesday, May 15, 2001 - 08:57 p.m.
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It's a little odd to think that this time last year, the person I was makes the me today curl my lips in distate. Cuuurl. Running around with my head cut off, and my hormone blinders on: I was upset about school and practically everything else, right down to my crooked freak toes.
Today, I feel like the perfect candidate for those "self-love" tapes. Not quite narcissistic, but I'm very close to getting there. It's contagious. You know you loooove me. |
[of all the things to remember to forget....]
Sunday, May 13, 2001 - 1:19p.m
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....because exclaiming "I love you" cheaply when she hands you the drink is a good way of drowning in reality...
Tomorrow is one day closer to my summer break (june 15th) and also the day in which another game of community baseball is scheduled. These scheduled baseball games save me from being enslaved by the four walls of the indoors where the lazy streaks of sun and warmth waste their efforts on some lazy bumb inside. |
[Alcohols with a trace of teenager in them shouldn't drive]
Sunday, May 6, 2001 - 07:46 p.m.
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There's just something slightly awry when all the sour cream in the world is fat-free.
While trying to purchase the dream ingredients for our fajitas, watermelon popped into my mind. It's juicy red goodness made my tastebuds water themselves in anticipation.
Perhaps it was teenage tendancy, perhaps a party tip, but somehow adding alcohol to the equation seemed like a good idea and VOILA, the vodka watermelon was born. |
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Sunday, May 6, 2001 - 07:22 p.m.
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Hello. I will return. I promise. |
