Ginger

Abandonment issues.

For February 23, 2003

Wow, it's been a while. i think i've stopped caring for broadcasting my thoughts and my days to everyone, so maybe this thing won't last much longer, but who knows? It's good for boredom.

So, i've had a wonderful weekend: i went to the High School Model UN Conference Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday and i am so very enthused. i was the Iraqi delegate in a Human and Social Issues General Assembly, but i also got thrown up to the security council for a few minutes and i got interviewed for the news! i was on the TV, ma! i can't adequately express just how much i enjoyed it.

i honestly can't think of anything else to say. So i guess this is it for the blog.

Bye!

JesusGod, you're so negative today.

For January 19, 2002

Yes, according to the Jehovah Witnesses, that is a weather satellite image of Jesus put in negative. i'm as confused as you are.

So, apparently, no one else really had the weird vibe that my mother got this morning (neither did i, although it's pretty damn weird to have someone in your room at 5:30am feeling all over your face to make sure that you're still breathing.) Too bad, theory shot.

This weekend was pretty good, Friday was the absolute best, as i fulfilled a semi-lifelong dream of mine. i saw Elvira Kurt live. That's right, suckers: live. "My mother would be the one dragging her feet behind the float, toting the sign that says "My daughter's that way, i cry every day." Bwah!

Then went to the peace march with my dad on Saturday, which was great because there were stupendous speakers and so much support and pretty snow and because DAD WAS THERE!! Tee! The best part was when he acutally started chanting with everyone, but only the parts he agreed with. i was all 'cited. Also, i applied for a bunch of post-secondary fun.

Last night mom and i watched a war movie that she'd nicely nicely taped for me. It had Rock Hudson in it, and she lamented her choice of men all the way through the movie: she always fell in love with the guys, unattainable or not (really, quite unattainable) who turned out to be homosexual. Oh mom. Dad? No.

Also, saw a movie with mom today, "Adaptation": it. was. awful. Wow. Nicholas Cage, prepare to get bent. (Again, one of those expressions which may in fact have some rather interesting implications which i choose to ignore because i think it's funny.)

What else can i say? i think Jesus can speak for me.

Jump in the line, rock your body on time.

For January 12th, 2003.

The picture up above, by the way, is what i got when i searched, on a lark, for pictures of Harry Belafonte. Big, fat, heh. Also, a shout out to dad, who's taking the garbage out right now. That's right, i said shout out.

Today was good, i won a product knowledge quiz at work and got 2 free passes to a movie at Galaxy theatres, making me the most popular person in my house right now. Also, i baysat Taewyn and Mhina who, really, get better every time. And we three dancing to Harry Belafonte, hence the picture. Anyways, i'm working on English and philosophy projects right now, so i'll update with other important ("important") anything when i can actually take a real break.

Don't tell me you're not excited...

For January 1st, 2003

It's really too bad, because i so enjoyed writing 2002. Oh well. Out with the bathwater. Christmas was excellent, got lots of "loot", saw lots of "family" (and family) and all. Monday was also hot, as i got my belly button (also known as navel) pierced, and no, i really can't get over it.

By the way, check this out. This.

So, right, what was i on about? Hm. i go give my passport application to the people at the desk early tomorrow morning, and i really don't feel like typing anymore, so if you really care who i am, drop me an email line. Or, if you're Mike, see me tomorrow.

It's not four in the morning, and it's not quite the end of December

For December 15, 2002

You know how you usually look back and think "Wow, boy do i ever like myself better now!"? i was looking back in my journals today, and wow, boy, did i ever like myself so much better then! i'm not looking for reassurance, i'm having a pensive moment. i couldn't really enjoy decorating the tree today; i realized that i really have to personal control over my own mouth. The things i say are rarely concurrent with what i actually want to say. I think it's my goal for the next while to think before i speak. Actually, even when i think, things come out wrong. Perhaps just a goal to stop shooting off my mouth.

Anyone ever heard Leonard Cohen's "Famous Blue Raincoat"? Go find it, and if you hate Leonard Cohen, find a cover, there's plenty. Jennifer Warren, Tori Amos and this guy called Hayden all do more than 3 times decent covers.

We decorated the tree (finally) today: we've had it since last weekend. I made cookies to hang all over it. Mmm. And shinies.

And you know what else besides my mouth sucks? The school administration. Come on, you llamas. Fun. And. Freaking. Games. Not everyone wants to lead a life full of woe and strife, some people like to get some good sunshine every once in a while. I HOPE YOU GET RICKETS! (this is really only to one specific administrator who appears to hate Social Justice. The rest of you rock, you really do. Ok, most of you.)

i dub thee: Most pointless post ever.

i'm all 'cited like.

For early early on December 13th, 2002

For all those of you unaquainted with my nerdiness, i suggest you turn tail and head it on out, because what follows does not promise to be pretty.

So, a generation's final journey begins today. My generation's final journey. From what i've heard, i'm going to be very sad tonight. No, i don't live Star Trek (certainly not anymore), but it's the Next Gen, man. i'm getting all nostalgic and sniffly. You can't leave me now!! My heart hurts. (Get the hell to bed Lara.)

In other news, Mike, you made my day today and didn't even know it! Ask me about it if i haven't told you! It has to do with the baby Jesus!

Commandment Number 6. About the Moose.

For December 9th, 2002

You know, thou shalt not be mean to the Moose?

i heart Dan Bern

i'm rather disturbed about the Birdboy, and i don't know what to do. i've been mean to enough people lately. So i'm going to issue a public retraction of my crazy. i lurve you all, and eveyone (i'm reasonably sure) reading this who knows my is a wonderful person, and i am truly privileged to know you all. And i know that at least a few of you are laughing and thinking i'm terribly full of it, but even if i haven't seen you or had a good talk with you in a while (i'm looking at you, HaileyAllisonMike) i still lurve you! And...and...boy is it ever late. But i really am serious, you people are all great and i'm so sorry for the times that i don't seem to appreciate that.

(begin shameless plug)If you haven't heard about the "(Have yourself a) Meringue Christmas" talk to me and donate money to the teacher who you would most like to see pie-ed in the face! It's for the SJ Christmas Hampers, and for the wonderful cause of seeing the teacher who gets the most money get pie-ed in the face! Let this be your charitable act for the year so you don't have to feel guilty when those other charity collecters come a'knockin'.

And Leenie, i lurve you! More than Khatchaturian!

And i know that there are many spelling funnies in the last entry and possibly in this one. But OOPS, too tired to care.

The pig's loose again. Gitchyer gun, Paw, we're eatin' gud t'night.

For December 1st, 2002.

So the other day, i'm taking a break from work (my fifteen glorious minutes out of i don't know how long) and i'd collapsed myself on a questionable yet comfortable mall area couch where i could watch all the sad little mall rats prowl. And right there, in my full view is this vending machine that sells, get this: Jimmy-Bob teeth. Yes, for just 1.00$, kids, you can be the proud owner of a set of plastic teeth which probably don't fit your mouth and look like you are an XFL player sans helmet who inhereted an extremely unfortunate mouth of teeth which have never, ever glimpsed a tooth brush. So, as i'm sitting there, wondering why the hell there would ever be a market for that, some kid run up, stares at it for a moment and starts yelling at his parents for money to buy them. Holy freaking god. i mean, who's just sitting around and thinks Yeah! i could make a fortune off of this crap!! The scary thing is that somewhere out there, there's a factory pumping out this and fake crap. Great.

Big, fat social project.

For November 30, 2002

So i haven't updated in a while. i've been busy. Reading about Shostakovich. Listening to Shostakovich. Considering Shostakovich. Fantasizing about Shos--well, yes, anyways. So, i thought: "How much do i know on this subject? i know! i'll go to "The Dead Russian Composers Quiz" and see if i can get Shostakovich on Purpose!

So i did.

And i won! Take that, Stalin!

If I were a Dead Russian Composer, I would be Dmitri Shostakovich! I am a shy, nervous, unassuming, fidgety, and stuttery little person who began composing the same year I started music lessons of any sort. I wrote the first of my fifteen symphonies at age 18, and my second opera, "Lady Macbeth of the Mtsensk District," when I was only 26. Unfortunately, Stalin hated the opera, and put me on the Enemy Of The People List for life. I nevertheless kept composing the works I wanted to write in private; some of my vocal cycles and 15 string quartets mock the Soviet System in notes. And I somehow was NOT killed in the process! And Harry Potter(c) stole my glasses and broke them! Who would you be? Dead Russian Composers Quiz P.S.--Don't worry Khatchaturian, i haven't forgotten our time together, and you'll always be my first. No one can take that away, you hear? i will be the judge of what is reasonable!! For November 19, 2002 Boy, has tonight ever been great. Except for my sister, but she's become that annoying buzzing sound that you smack at sometimes, so i'll deal. With it. i've found the bestest thing ever: a Picard Rap. i will email the file to anyone who asks. It's...i have to no words for it. It's like Jello: a balm to the soul. Kiss me, Jean-Luc, you sexy thang. Ok, that was uncalled for So. I UNDERSTOOD CHEMISTRY TODAY! i felt really smart, i did my weekly assignment all by myself and only asked one question! Super. Genius. i just feel lucky today (oh, you bet.) People are pretty nice... Quick, someone make a note, i doubt i'll be saying that again soon PS i'm still really evil. But OH GOD! (if my dad were here, he'd say "God's not coming, deal with it yourself.") Oh i am, dad, i am. Quiz quiz quiz maaadness For Monday, November 18, 2002 So. What Color Eyes Should You Have? brought to you by Quizilla What am i doing today? i don't know. All i know is that i was about to murder someone in philosophy class. i'm so horrible intolerant of annoying people. PS i'm evil Don't be a stranger Sunday, November 17, 2002 So, in my news today: i may not be a school tomorrow. Why? i've just eaten pink hamburger. Yes, that's what happens when you let Mich and Dad back meatloaf (read: large, squarish hunk of hamburger) and trust that they've checked it well enough before you eat it. In all fairness, it tasted fine, i've just never been fond of meatloaf in general (Meatloaf, however, is another matter). But yeah, i may just be projectile vomiting tonight. Can't say that i'm looking forward to it. i seem to be ultra forgetful today, mom kept asking if i were pregnant. Not unless it's the second coming. Funny funny joke, mother. In other news this week, the Slam Jam went well: Phagoo, the Raving Poets and The Fabulous Bee Feeders were, as Jon would say, The Rocking, and i had a great time, except when i threw out my damn neck. i still can't swivel or bow my head. On yesterday, i met with a prospective drummer and realized how truly bad i am at playing with other people. Or perhaps just other people with whom i have no music to play in common. We liked alot of the same things though. Don't know what i think of myself right now. It looks as though i am doomed to love good music, not play it. Also, yay for the Smart Ask people in Toronto! See, i can show school spirit. Yum For Monday, November 11, 2002 For a moment, think about war. And then think about Nationalism and how much it sucks. Then say "Fucks to George W. Bush and vigilante approach to international politics. Which Member of the Endless Are You? Whee! i lurve Neil Gaiman. i have a hot tam right now, i think that if i name it, i'll call is tamale. Because i'm so clever. Everything is all torn up and around today, the basement is a holy mess. i babysat Taewyn and Mhina this morning, yay! They are such happy children. Having children would suck, because they would never measure up to those two. i may have redecided about University choices, but we'll see when it comes right down to it. Anyways, now i have to clean and do homework and all the things i haven't had time to do until now. This was so random. Mm. Groceries. For Nov. 5th, 2002 i'm pathetic. i have to stop updating this. Anyways, i went grocery shopping tonight. i really love supermarkets, which is why i plan never to work at one, because then i'd grow to love them less. Except that they usually pay well, so i probably will end up working at one, just as i'll probably end up teaching next year. How does that happen? i'm an idiot, that's how. See how pointless this update is? i just had this big splurge of Lurve and needed to say Unit: i lurve you!! That, and damn do i ever want to make pancakes right now, but it's, like, 12am. But i just brought in a whole bunch of groceries! But i have to sleep! But pancakes! Speaking of, isn't that the hottest picture ever? i have my "I heart Voyager" hat on right now. Kiss me, Paris. But not Chakotay. Go ahead. Say it. Lara's a dork. Speaking of happy: whee! i'm not opening for Slam Jam anymore! That's right! i may be slightly legitimate! TAKE THAT, KARMA! Not that's i've, y'know, done anything to offend the Karma lately. Honestly, i'm in one of those moods where i want to do everything, but i can't seem to force myself to, as i'm too tired. Why then, you ask, aren't i in bed? Why, that's because i'm too tired to get up. i really freakin' have to call those drummers. Damn damn damn. Speaking of nothing at all related: why does Sarlakk get to be Mulder, Leenie get to be Jodie Foster, and i get farking Kirsten Dunst? The Hell? Puzzle that out, geniuses. Music: Hawksley Workman (not the dirty stuff right now) Lurve them quiz thangs. For Nov. 4, 2002. My sister recently told me to "suck it up". Why? Because i was eating supper before her. As in "suck it up, why don't you eat later?" Because i don't want to, cretin. In other news, we have a new front door, and oh: You are 40% geek You are a geek liaison, which means you go both ways. You can hang out with normal people or you can hang out with geeks which means you often have geeks as friends and/or have a job where you have to mediate between geeks and normal people. This is an important role and one of which you should be proud. In fact, you can make a good deal of money as a translator. Normal: Tell our geek we need him to work this weekend. You [to Geek]: We need more than that, Scotty. You'll have to stay until you can squeeze more outta them engines! Geek [to You]: I'm givin' her all she's got, Captain, but we need more dilithium crystals! You [to Normal]: He wants to know if he gets overtime. Take the Polygeek Quiz at Jack, you find the best quizzes. Polish You Basketball Skills For Sunday, November 3rd, 2002. About...oh, 10pm My room is such a giant, huge mess. Saw the movie "Punch Drunk Love" today. Boy was is ever GREAT! Wow wow wow i'm gonna git me that sound track. Adam Sandler, you have my respect. i ran into Adam's (not Sandler) mom last night at Rocky. Boy was that ever weird. Mainly because i had a dream that went the exact same way about a week ago. Freak-y. i mean really. The conversation was the same to the letter. i have my voice back tonight (not completely, but in the lower range) probably thanks to the fact that i've been sucking back the fisherman's friend like candy for the past 16 hours or so. Mmm...funny dry pellets of funny looking stuff. Sometimes, like right now, typing puts me into a kind of trance, just knowing where my fingers are going and whooooooooooooooo. How much fun is that. Oops, trance broken by coughing. Damn. Oh well. i! can! talk! Take that, viruses around the world. By the way, Brannon Braga? When i rule the world, you're the first to go. Eve of All Hallows Eve For October 30th, 2002. About 11pm God i've had a bad day. There was Jiffy in the Buscilla, Buscilla in the Golden Needle and damned if the little bastards didn't team up to infiltrate the Dimensions. Where are the day-before-Halloween nights of yore, when i was so excited a could hardly sleep? When it was like Christmas? When we actually had pumpkins carved? Decorations up? Things to be excited about? Oh that's right. Everyone here is too busy to care. Happy Anniversary to us, Cap'n Kate! Feelings...nothing more than Feelings For October 28, 2002. I miss Daniel Jackson. No, better, i miss Stargate. i'm a damn nerd. Why can't i have my TV fix anymore, why??? That's all for today. The day where it all caught up For October 27, 2002. About...hell i don't know. Before 11, new time. Augh. Well, this weekend we got our basement nearly all hardwooded (save for the tiles and some stairs). i tried to go pant shopping but just didn't care and my late nights and all that crazy finally caught up with me. My throat hurts. i can barely talk, for real, not just for grade 7 real. Hella. Now, how many of you know that we bought a piano this week? Good, good. How many of you were aware that we bought it from the freaking Polish Mafia? Not so many, i see. Right well, we did. This guy won't sign his real name on anything, is a wife beater, has narrowly escaped prison time on what i hear is a technicality and our piano may be repossessed because this bolt never actually paid for it. Doesn't this sound like fun? Boyee, i think my mom needs to research her second-hand-piano sources a little better. Oh well, who'd a thunk you'd have to? Thing is, i really hope it doesn't get repossesed--i love it! It is the most responsive piano ever! It is sex in a box with 88 keys and a whole lot of strings! Capital good! Screw the guy who's, y'know, a bunch of money out, i claim this piano in the divine name of ME! i want medication. Owwwwwwwww. i can't really complain much, considering Leenie is, i believe, still at work. You'd think that they'd have given her the opportunity to tell them which shifts she could not take. And if they did: shame on you! And shame on you for trying to play off Seven as well! Good things come to those who wait, ever heara that? Sigh. Just hunted for mads--nada. Back to the piano (bed shmed, i'm sick now, you crazy bastards.) HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAILEY!!! Choke. Monday, October 21, or 10 days until Hallowe'en What...wha...what happened to the rest of my beautiful writings? Look! i did it again! If I were a Dead Russian Composer, I would be Sergei Rakhmaninov. I lived in the early Twentieth Century and was well known for my compositional, conducting, and piano skills, yet I am melancholy despite this talent. My famous works include my nearly-impossible piano concerti. Who would you be? Dead Russian Composer Personality Test I GOT MY TWO FAVOURITES! I CAN DIE HAPPY NOW!!! Honestly, the Earth may now open up a crevice and swallow me up, because i am my favourites. Best. Quiz. Ever. For Sunday, October 20, 2002. Nearly October 21st First: had a great, excellent weekend. Second, stupid Jenny Craig is now using stupid September 11th to sell their stupid diet program. What. A. Crock. You morons. And that Adam Gregory Twit is trying to sell us on student crime stoppers. Honestly, the only crime i've seen at Vic (so far/that i can remember at the moment/aside from those smelly boys stealing my lunch) is the principal's shoes. Now for the good crap. If I were a Dead Russian Composer, I would be Pyotr Chaikovsky. I AM the Real Chaikovsky! Considered by most Westerners to be the greatest Russian composer of all, most late 19th Century Russians think I'm actually too Westernized in my musical tendencies. Despite this criticism, as well as the flak I had to take for my preference of Y-chromosomes, my ballets "The Nutcracker" and "Swan Lake" are upheld as among the greatest and most popular pieces of all time. Who would you be? Dead Russian Composer Personality Test If there is any better personality quiz, there isn't. So go away, i'm in love. No, Lurve. Lurst, maybe. Loooooooooooove.