August 2000

|August*28*2000 <> *1:25 am|

Well, it's been awhile. Actually I was in Alberta visiting my bro for a week. I got home a few days ago sometime. I was glad to be back home...but I'm less content now.
The current pic is my eye. I took it myself.
I am in a bad mood. a) I screwed up something...but it wasn't really a screw up...the aftermath made it a screw-up. I refuse to discuss that one. b) Nobody will be honest with me and that confuses me AND pisses me off. c) Certain people have too much time on their hands, creating havoc and chaos like a fucking volcanic eruption. d) A certain friend is being supremely annoying, forcing me to have my mother tell her that I have moved away. Unfortunately, that didn't work when she ran into me later on. e) Boys. f)You know that discontent feeling...beh. g) Death of loved animal.
Today I sorta updated my rave site...but then I lost my patience and decided to do it later.
I like to vent.
I would also like to say that I love the colour orange. =)

|~August*14*2000 <> *12:48 am|

Eh? I'm sitting on the computer again. Last night I went to a party..."Funlovin' 2"...it was cool. I think I need to take a short break from partying cause I'm energy drained and broke. But I'm taking off to Calgary soon anyways to see my brother. I'm probably leaving early to see Chuck, who's in Vancouver right now. She's excited to see me cause the poor girl is wanting to come home soon. She misses us.
I am currently wondering why things have to be the way they are and how things can change. But it's out of my grasp and into yours because you will have it no other way.
Nighty night!

|~August*11*2000 <> *3:36 pm|

Hello...hollow...
Looking at the time, I do realize that I have to work at 4 but I have about 10 minutes before I have to leave anyways. I'll update the cam maybe when I get in.
Last night Julie came over. We spent the evening on the computer. It was fun for awhile. But I don't wanna talk about it anymore.
When my brother was born in 1976, my grandparents got a pony. She was amazing...the most gentle animal ever. From the time I was walking until present day, I would always spend a lot of time with her. I couldn't ride her because she had a disability. But I have always spent time with her and she's just the best. Well, I just found out that I'm never gonna see her again. She was 31 years old. I don't really know what happened at this point because my grandparents are on vacation...but I'm sad now. So tonight I am going to go to Julie's and make hats. I'm gonna be late for work at this point. Bye bye.

|~August*08*2000 <> *12:19 am|

I've been slacking. I haven't even really been doing anything at all. I went to Area on Friday and Apex on Saturday. Both very good but I wish I slept between them...oh well. I had fun.
Wow, so last night Julie had a party. It was tons o fun. Chelsie and I went to 7-11 at midnight...it took us 3 hours to go there and back. It was the funnest walk. We were basically followed by cops the whole time. We called him "sketchycop" and sketchycop was freaking us out. Then we watched firetrucks, which was also entertaining. Then we saw a purple bear named Sticks Edgar Bear. And fairies. I picked up nachos and on the way home, I stuck nachos to every telephone pole with cheese sauce. Tonight when I went downtown, they were still there, like concrete. Ummm...we called Julie from every payphone to tell her weird stuff. Chelsie ate a tub of ice cream. We skipped home. It was quite...an adventure. Too bad all the other sketchy freaks were too...not healthy...to come down. At 3, when I got back, we got into Kevin's mobile and drove to Tim Hortons...sketchycop was there too.
My "friend" has recently decided I am "nasty" so I have decided that she is...worthy of a little mindgame called "lets mess with the head of the airhead", which should be a little fun considering that our target victim is the perfect example. Truthfully, I have never liked her too much and I don't think she ever liked me either somehow...she's been on my "invisible" list for the past forever. And then she'll call me..."what are you doing tonight"..."nothing"..."wanna do something?"..."I'm busy"..."I thought you were doing nothing?"..."exactly, I'm busy". I'm sorry but I'm way beyond tolerance level right now.
Anywhoooo...I am out. I have a bunch of stuff I need to do. So...night night.

|~August*01*2000 <> *1:14 pm|

Goddess was soo good...mmmm.
So yeah...my weekend was so good. Friday night was interesting as well...the only night I didn't rave...haha...but I partied it up pretty good. But I don't wanna talk about it anymore.
I have a thought. What is the point of regret?...I am/was one to regret almost everything I have ever ever done. And now I think "It's an experience, just something I have learned, like a lesson". Like middle school was a bit harsh for me...I went through a lot of shit and did a lot of shit, which I suppose was pretty normal for the kind of person I was then. I didn't learn from any of the stupid things I did at that time. I would just feel all shitty and do the exact same thing over again. I was a little shit in those days...but thinking back on it now I realize this...it was all a experience and I am glad I went through it because it taught me stuff. Going back on it, I would change some stuff maybe but that's not possible so...I'm going off and babbling.
Spitz are fun...like the sunflower seeds
I didn't really like beer pretty much till Goddess...and now I like beer. Not now though...I'm on caffeine now.
I'm going now cause I'm on IRC and ICQ and the nightlife is active once again. I'm a geek. Night night...btw...can someone sign the guestbook? I'm sick of going in there and seeing no new posts except that last one from Paul (that was evil...bitch) bye bye...