Tany;


I don't want to talk to you.
And I don't want to see you.
I never would've done to you what you did
to me today.
You were cowardly and awful to me, jenn, chris, etc. just
so that you wouldn't get in as much trouble.
I don't care if you were scared.
I don't care if you're sorry.
I don't care if you aren't sorry, also.
I don't care anything about you right now.

Because you got my mom involved, and now
I'm being forced to pick sides.
And I have to listen to them both, bitch about each other.
And I can't handle it.
I can't.
And I can't handle you.

Always saying how much you suck, and always saying how your life sucks, and blah blah blah.
Whining about it won't fix anything.
My life sucks just as much as yours, if not more... but it doesn't fill my every waking moment.
You complaining all fucking day long makes me think about my own lousy life and my own lousy self, and I don't want that.

We even talked about things.
How it isn't fair how we always talk about
things you like, but never my things.
And still, you never brought anything up.
You let the silence stay as silence all the time.
I'm tired of it.

You are my bestfriend...but am I yours?
The way things have been going lately, it hasn't
seemed that way.

I'm pissed and I'm hurt, and I hate how you let yourself come off as oh-so innocent
and how you didn't say a word in defence when your brother was there.
And he kept saying you were 13, when you aren't.
He's an idiot.
He just kept yelling and he didn't listen.
And then he insulted my sister, without even any reason.

And because of all this, I probably won't even be allowed to be your friend.
But I guess you probably don't care about that.

Sleep With Dreaming.

- Beirut -- A Sunday Smile.
-- Postcards from Italy
-- Canals Of Our City.

- City and Colour -- Bring Me Your Love - Tack 2 -12.

-Blink 182 -- I Miss You.

-Dear and the Headlights -- Run In The Front.
-- Daysleeper.

-The Dears -- You and I.

-Alexisonfire -- Rough Hands.

-All Time Low -- Six Feet Under The Stars.

-The Boy Least Likely To -- Hugging My Grudge.

-Kanye West -- Heartless.

-Beach House -- Gila.
-- Lovlier Girl.

-Weatherbox -- The Drugs.

-Shout Out Louds -- Very Loud.

-Cobra Starship --The Kids Are All Fucked Up
--You Can't Be Missed If You Never Go Away.

-Fall Out Boy -- The (Shipped) Gold Standard.

-Interpol -- Heinrich Manouver.

-M.I.A. ft. Lil Wayne -- Paper Planes. - This always gets stuck in my head. Blame Jenn and Chris. =/

-N.E.R.D. -- Everybody Nose.

-M83 -- Graveyard Girl.

-Scarlett Johansson -- Falling Down.

-Theory Of A Deadman -- So Happy.

-Tokyo Police Club -- In A Cave.

-Unkle Bob -- What Do I Know.

Sorry, I got distracted with making my playlist.
Not to mention the computer was lame a lot, so I got set back.

Waiting for the MP3 to erase, then setting on a sick playlist.
It's awesome.
It's got everything.
I ended up writing it out as I was going, so I had it just incase it didn't save,
and it's all fancy on the paper.
I wrote the numbering in french, haha.
Spelling isn't right, but I could say it properly.
I forgot 14-16 though, so I just wrote the numbers in.

Appearantly it will take like 4 minutes still for everything to erase, which is lame.

Anyway.
I had a weird dream the other night.

I was me/my character in the roleplay with Dollface (Audrina, duh. It wasn't like that one time when I was a boy in a dream) and Jacob was there, and someother people but I don't remember who exactly.
And it was weird.
We were on the skytrain, going over the bridge.
Which I hate IRL too, but I'll elaborate on that later.

Anyway.
Something happens, and suddenly the train just stops.
And it's all scary.
And then the bridge breaks, and somehow we all end up on like, this beach/cliff/foresty area which looks like a mixture of my old backyard when I was five, and this meadow at camp and this hiking spot at camp. So it was weird.
Oh yeah, and me/audrina was a vampire.
And like, later we ended up on the patio of the olive garden.
But it didn't look like the olive garden, it looked like someones house mixed with this like...
this restaurant I saw on TV once.
You know, that show on the food network where that Gordon Ramsey guy makes a restaurant better? That one. It was called the old stone mill or something. Anyway.
Yeah.
And then like, there was something about me staying behind, and someone chasing...
and it was just weird.
It was like, I was half awake and my mind was writing it as I was dreaming it.
Because sometimes it would just stop, and something would change.
Or there would be this other random voice like a narrator only it was kind of two people..
andway. Or there would be this random voice and it would say something like "And then Jacob sees his mom!" and then that would happen and all of a sudden the scene changed into something else.
At the part when he saw his mom, btw, it was that we were hanging from these cables that appearantly were a part of the bridge, and I was like a vampire so I could hold on a lot.
And then like, it was just weird.
Somehow we ended up in the water because someone fell, and it dragged the whole thing down, and then we're in the water.
And we're swimming. And I guess we were stranded or something.
Because all of a sudden the like, cable was all tight in the water and we
were like "OH, IT'S ATTATCHED! WE CAN MAKE IT TO THE SHORE!" and started swimming, and then there were these fair haired white people with curly hair and afros and they were in wet suits and they had white sunglasses on, and they were standing in the water.
But I/we didn't notice that at first...and it was just so weird.

I've found that my mind has been wandering like that lately, like, random ideas will just come to me. Most of them are nonsense, but I'll probably bring a few up whenever Amy finally gets back on.
So yeah. That's sort of my weird dream.
I'm going to post my playlist then go to bed, because I'm tired.

"It's been getting late for days.."

- 'Six Feet Under The Stars' - All Time Low.



I hate this band, I know.

But I never did really attempt to try again.

And, they are touring with FOB.

I'll have to deal with it, so I might as well try.

I gave the same chance to Hit The Lights,

didn't I?



Just got back from a little 'roto' action out in the front.

That sounds so dirty, but I swear it's not.

Only it is, because I really shouldn't be doing things like that.

Gowri will know what I'm talking about.

Same thing we went at in the van this morning, only less

shotgunning...because of course, Tan wasn't there!



Haha. When Dollface reads this, she'll be so confused.

And I'm letting you know now: I'm not going to explain further,

because I'm pretty sure my husband would disapprove...

even though we never really have talked on the subject.



Speaking of talking.

Me and Tan talked about some stuff yesterday night.

It was awkward, but good all the same I suppose.

She was cranky with me all day today.

AND, hit me hard in the face. It was more like a scratch combined with a slap,

and it left me with a mark in my face.

It's still kind of sore.

But it makes me look mysterious, because it's in such an awkward place.

(since the scratch is a bit below my eye, kind of near my nose but not really)



Making a playlist for the mp3.

I haven't been able to find the ipod charger, really sucks.

I'm wearing my 'trendi' pj's, blue froggy bottoms that are kind of like sweats with how they fit,

and my gray billabong hoddie.

I'm glad I got this sweater.

It looked like such a waste when I first tried it on and it didn't fit how I wouldn't liked.

But now I like how it's tight.

It took awhile, but I wore it in just right and now it fits quite comfortably.

Even out in the cold winter night, I was still toasty warm.



Got the internet to work, kind of.

Wireless isn't up, so I'm currently not as mobile as I'd like..

but I can do things uninturrupted for the most part.

Something really is wrong with my computer, but I don't think it's

a virus anymore.

I think it's simply my laptop wearing down.

It's in awful shape the way the kids always bang it around...

etc, etc.

If I do too many things at once or play games, it doesn't work for long.

Gets over-heated or something before long and shuts off.



Yeah.

That's what I think it is, and it makes sense so it's probably right.

I'll have to get something new soon, because this really doesn't work.



I think I'll sleep like this.

Wearing my sweater and pants, and not use any blankets.

They aren't as good, they always fall off or aren't covering me, or whatever.

Because I move around so much, you know.

So I just can't be as cozy.

We'll see how this works.



Another thing about how I'll sleep...is that I want to listen to Beirut and City and Colour.

Mainly because I was thinking about how I haven't listened at all to 'bring me your love' for quite awhile. Beirut because I think the two shall compliment eachother beautifully.

I'll post the entire playlist in all it's glory when I'm finished, I promise.



I had a strange dream the other night.

Today,

I stashed $5 in my Sing It Loud CD.
(:

Also, I never blogged about Believers Never Die.
Hmm.

Felt really awful around 8pm.
My cramps started up again.
I don't think I blogged about how yesterday
I had cramps so awful I was crying.
They were so bad, I couldn't think.
Couldn't relax, couldn't sit still, couldn't breathe,
couldn'y eat, couldn't drink, could barely blow my nose.

I was curled on my bed, pulling my hair.
Listening to Stars and whimpering.
Mom sat with me for awhile, rubbed my back.
I asked her to bring the kitty in to me,
and she did.
And I gave him my love and I pet him and
talked to him and tried to be distracted.
He loved me and meowed, and I felt better for a bit.

I read the book I got on Sunday.
I was out with Clive that day.
We went into Fort Langely, where eveything was old.
Ate in a cafe.
I had sweet waffles with tart fruit on it to contrast...
and with cream.
He had a chicken and vegetable pot pie with a side salad,
and we both had this weird orange pop that came from
New Jersey and was made with 'natural flavours' and cane sugar.

After that we strolled down the quaint little main street,
going in a vintage toy shop with Jewish rubber duckies,
tin robots, puppets, spinning tops, doll houses, bubbles,
squishy worms, chattering teeth, bouncy balls...anything you could imagine and then some.
We also went into an amazing hat store, with tons of things of all different varieties.
Adjacent to the hat store was a cranberry place that's like the honey bee center, if you've ever been there. In the honey bee center there's everything to do with bees. Honey in jars, honey in lipbalm, honey in candy. Beewax candles, beewax lipbalm, beewax lotions, beewax leg wax, everything. That was how the cranberry store was, only with cranberry stuff.
Candles, crackers, jam, syrup, cranberry flavoured honey, crisps, lipbalm,cereal, the kitchen sink....you get the idea.

And there was a bookstore there that was also a cafe, which was cool.
Saw a funny book in there called the facebook book.
But I didn't get it.

We went to the antique mall,
which is really just this huge building filled with antiques.
They make little sections all around, like little rooms almost,
made from blocking off certain sections with bookshelves, counters,
etc. And then things just kind of....decorating the huge space.
It's all put in some kind of order of things that go together,
and some of the things are locked up.
They have cheap things, expensive things, odd things, funny things,
anythings, really.
Lots of china dolls, lots of pretty old fashioned mirror and brush sets.
Clothes, books, vintage posters, dolls, furniture, salt shakers,
collectables, christmas things, there was an even an oven there, I think.
I want to go back whenever I end up living on my own, because that
would be the best place to find cool things to put in a home.
I can't wait until I have my very own space to decorate.
Doing it at home isn't the same, because things can only be in one room,
and I don't really have the space in my one room that I get.
Plus, to start decorating at the beginnging of moving in would be so much better.

Anyway. We ended up going to home depo, because Clive needed this special lightbulbs for the downstairs of his house.

After that we drove to the Chapters that's in langely.
He got a latte, I got my signature Vanilla latte.
They were hot, it burned my fingertips.
We browsed the books.
I went and looked at 'The Zombie Survial Guide' but ended up choosing
'Bog Child' by Siohban Dowd or something like that. I'm lazy to get the exact spelling,
but yeah.
It was a pretty good book.
Something I never usually would've gotten,but I decided just to get whatever caught my eye.

The main character was a guy, and his name was Fergus.
Fergus, lol. I know, right?
When I was in the cafe/bookstore, I saw another book about someone
named Fergus. I almost ended up getting that one too.
Anyway.

It's about this 18 yrold guy names Fergus. He lives in Ireland in 1981,
when there was this war/dispute/whatever going on between the north and south.
Blah blah blah, politcal turmoil.
He and his uncle go to this bog thing, and dig some turf for fires out of where
this company digs it out.
This is illegal, but whatever.
And then Fergus finds this girl,
and her legs are all chopped off from this JCB machine or whatever,
but she had been dead for a VERY long time.
Like, they figured when Jesus might have lived or something.
And then all this stuff happens and blah blah blah.
It all starts out making sense and fitting together,
but then it all just kind of doens't go together,
and it's sort of weird.
Kind of made me feel like the messege was: "You're just paranoid when you think things aren't just a coincidence, and that it all matches up."

So yeah.
I don't know.
I'm tired and hurting.
I think I'll try to relax and then go to bed.

Oh, and I forgot.
When I was making my bed just a few moments ago,
Amy's Christmas Card fell off the wall.
I wonder if I can take that as a sign that she's coming back to us soon...

"There is no such thing as a bog child."
But my mind pushes, relentlessly holding on to logic,
to fact. A brain knows no such thing as hope, or
reassurance. Those come from the heart.

"There are such things as bog children."
This I know, the story was based upon events that had happened
real-time about 27 years ago in a foreign land of green
and turquoise.

"But there's no bog around here..."
And so the bump I heard in the navy-dark night was not
a dwarfish thing crawling from the dirt of another time...
it was only that: a bump in the night.

"Only there is a bog. In delta. Don't you remember? That time there was a fire there
and the smoke blew in on the wind, like butterflies with wings of lead."
In this instant I wish I'd left the ending for the true-morning.
For a time with light and more comfort then a chilly bed and a song in my ears.

"It's a nouveau show, and the stars are gone...
Elevator, elevator...

Take me home."

I find my bravery, and sit up. Light spills from the screen of my MP3, and I squint into the dim blueness, trying to see. Searching for leather faced kids.

The light coming in from the crack under the door shifts, and my vision blurs.

I imagine something lurking there, ready to drag me into vintage mud littered with dead dreams and wisps of love.

The dark is sly. It moves like water nudged by the wind, moving across my eyes and

leaving me unsure. Like a cloudy day, my vision is clear only for a moment, because soon the haze moves back and rekindles the sparks of fright.

I sit up a bit more, and my feet dangle over the edge of the bed. My legs are nearly bare, the paleness gleams. A breeze blows, real or imagined, and it spooks me. But I grit my teeth and swallow my fear, rewind the track and gingerly stand.

Fingers stretched out, and toes pointed. Like I'm blind, I reach.

Like I'm dancing, I reach. I feel the light switch. Flick it on.

And my fairy tale nightmare slips away.

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I finish writing pages 1-3, and get up off the bed again. My legs feel heavy. I am no longer dancing as I move back to the light and switch it off.

But when the darkness reappears and I've slid under the covers, it again feels like another time.

Everything is breathing but my breath is gone. The night is like an unwanted caress, and I wish sleep could beckon more convincingly. I wish the sandman would drag me, kicking and screaming into dreamland. Instead, I turn on the TV. The light is too bright for my eyes, and the room looks eerie with most of it in shadow. But I take no notice and reach for my pen...images of fine china dolls and my hand moving across the page lingering in my mind even as I set the paper aside and try again...

"Give a little more then you like."

'Gila' -- Beach House - not sure if I already have a post called that or not. Either way, I don't care. Love that song. -

So, besides everything, I thought I should actually blog.

The night of my second last post, when I got into my bed, it felt like a strangers bed.
It felt..like a strangers room.
But after a day of driving yesterday (it wasn't /really/ yesterday, since it's 1AM now..but you know what I mean, yeah? Yesterday to yesterday.)
my room feels like home again. Now a home I'm pleased with, since it's a huge disgusting mess,
but a home all the same.

I'd clean, but I have the worst cramps.
I feel disgusting, so I will not be doing that anytime soon.

Today wasn't a very good day.
But I decided I just don't care right now, or any time in the very near future.
Maybe I'll start caring again sometime in march.
Who knows.
Who cares.

Got James to go to the wal-mart for snacks.
Only problem was, it was just about to close.
We ended up with only one thing
I'd asked for. Not very happy with that,
but the snacks weren't a total loss.
BTW, if you didn't figure it, Tany is here.
But I bought the food.
I still had money, surprisingly.

The other day, I bought some stuff.
Hair ties, the new seventeen, a razor, a kitkat bar, a jug of milk.
The milk was for the house, everything else strictly personal.
I think that two pieces of the kitkat are still in the
pocket of my billabong sweater...hmm.

Dinner tonight sucked.
Shake and bake chicken, corn and rice.
Jenn was going to buy pizza for everyone, but then everything
was stupid because mom was bitching.
I think it was a bit my fualt, because my pissed me off
and I got mad at her.
She was ashamed, and knew she was in the wrong with me...
so she didn't get mad at me.
She took it out on Jenn instead.
Which isn't fair, at all.
And part of the reason I won't care for this next little while
is because that maybe it is a bit my fault,
so then I can prevent some things.
Which I would like to do, and so I shall.

Missing a camera. Any camera would do.
I'm really getting into the prop arrangement shots
that I've been seeing around.
Like what Jen over at my polaroid blog usually does.
I kind of already did some, with my 'things in my pocket right now'
photos. I'd like to do some more of that sort of thing, but...
yeah. Webcam is currently being a nargis.

Went with Jenn that day that I drove around with them to this tattoo parlor so that she
could get her ones fixed.
It's kind of a friend of theirs, so that's why I could go in there.
Since usually I wouldn't be able to, since I'm a kid.
Plus, it was like 11-12am so no one else was there besides their friend and his dad.

I've had a song stuck in my head. 'Untouched' - The Veronicas.
Not my usual thing, I know. But from all the driving the stuff on the radio
has been in my head.
Right now though, I'm listening to 'Bruised' by The Bens.
Which I'm kind of loving a lot.
They aren't even /really/ a band, lol.

Not really sure what to say about.
Except for my next post will be about Believers Never Die.

Hope I Didn't Wake You Too Soon...

HIDWYTS.

What is that? Of course, you want to know.

Me and Tany were talking about how she used to have only a hate blog and how I would
type it for her, and we would do that.
It was a cool thing we did together, it was a neat way that we bonded.
So, we've kind of got that again.

Two things we both like: food & music.
With splashes of photography.

More specifically, it is a blog about a breakfast we shall share once a week.
We'll set a place setting all nicely, in an interesting spot.
Make food that's good and something different each time.
Take pictures somehow of it, that shall be interesting.
I'll make a playlist each week,
and we'll both come up with the food we'll make.
Pictures would be up to me, probably.
It'll take us a while to set it up...
but we have the blog set up for whenever we are ready.

I feel very empty right now.
Just kind of like, there isn't anything at all in me.
Lights are on, but no one is home.
Just kind of want to go to sleep.
Leave everything behind and just have...nothing.

It feels like years since Dollface has been online.
But everynight before I go to bed, I see the christmas card she made us.
And I try to smile, because I know she's probably thinking of me too.

Haven't been writing much, I know.
Just haven't had much reason to be on the computer.
See tany everyday,
so....yeah. Don't really have to come on here, I guess.
Been hanging with Jenn lots.

Feeling kind of shitty now,
because mom is being...mom.
Her bitter, disgusting, unlogical, unintelligent,mean,
bitchy,pathetic,sarcastic,etc. self.
And I'm sick of it.

She treats Jenn so badly,
really, she treats everyone so badly.
She bitches and complains and doesn't
do any good.
She didn't buy any food to day.
She wasted her money.
She only gave me 50 of what she owes,
and then took my last ten.
I didn't even really get to buy anything.
The kids, jenn&chris, and me drove to get some part
for the van, and then the van wouldn't start after we were done and
we were stuck.
The new part did nothing.
So, we went and ate at this good place in the plaza that's next to the talize plaza.
Breakfast menu all day.
Food was cheap too, and the waiter was emo looking.

I had eggs, bacon, toast, hashbrowns/pan fries, one pancake and
2 glasses of orange pop.

Everyone ate, and it only cost us around 35$.


Mom and Jenn just had a fight, anyway.
Yeah.
Screaming, and mom just laughing and not even caring.

It's so much worse when there are people around
that actually care and actually do things normal people
do. Because then I can see the flimsy act.
Usually, it's easy to ignore and just slip into their
little fantasy world where missing things are
just at the repair shop and anything owed
will be repaid the very next morning...

family shouldn't always feel like this.

My webcam isn't working.
I uninstalled the program thing,
because I thought that it was useless...
and now it doesn't work at all.
Except maybe in msn.
I'm not quite sure.
Hmm.

In other news: still sick.
It sucks.
The end.

This is what was in my pockets today.

A softlips chapstick (citrus)

5 cinnamon hearts.

A mirror/lipgloss.

I-pod.

Headphones.

Really just...not happy right now.
My mom got her GST check,
but 'had to pay other people off'
so there isn't any money for me.
Even though she basically borrowed my christmas present.
I'm pissed.
And so I was freaking out at her,
and James comes in and is just...
an asshole.
I don't even want to say, it
was just stupid.
Just...wtf.
And like, seriously.
I'm trying to like scream and my throat is all fucking
shitty.

I just can't believe how pathetic my mother is.
I just can't.
It's lame. I want to be able to buy a fucking camera already.



On a brighter note...

Got Dollface's present yesterday.
I like what I got,
it's like having my own little piece of texas right here
with me.

The letter and card are on my wall,
same with the star.

Today me, Jenn, Chris, Seasons, Chyanne/Shyanne went out
for a bit.
Drove around, ended up going
to Choo Choo's, a restaurant in Langely
with this cool train that runs on the track on the wall.
I had a burger with bacon, mushrooms and cheese.
But it was bbq sauce on it,
so not that great.
Fries were good though.

Jenn and Chris are just at Stevie and Cam's,
then coming back to get me and then going
to get the kids from Cristie's house.
I just want to leave.
I just want to like...go.
I don't want to be here, at all.
But they are going to come back, so.

I don't know what I'm going to do about this whole thing
with my money.
There isn't really anything to do, I suppose.
I wish there were.
I wish my life was different.

Late Night Haze//I wrote this too.

The alarm clock shines through the darkness,

flashing the time like the sun through

dusty gray clouds.

Half awake, and half asleep.
Like living while dead,
I cannot think.
Cannot feel.
Just the late night haze...
Like a warm embrace, keeping me safe.

I am dreaming.

A flash of something shiny,

a snippit of laughter.

I am awake.

My breathing is loud,

the shadows along the wall are tall.

I close my eyes and let sleep over come,

eager to slip away into the warm

and endless summer.

Morning Voice//I wrote this.

Morning voice, I love you so.

Groggily disoriented chatter.

Blurry eyes and flushed cheeks...

pillow dents, blanket crease.

Slippered teeth and chapped lips crackle into view,

the sun is spilling in but that smile shines brighter.

Probably going to take a shower soon.
Just had some breakfast...
yeah.
Woke up with that gross throat snot all on my tongue
and lots of boogers in my nose.
Bleh bleh bleh.

I'll post a good post later,
not feeling like it right now.

I have a cold.
It is disgusting,
I blame Jenn.

I'm missing Dollface terribly.
This isn't fair.
):

New//10// It's not me, it's you.

'I Get Around' & ' Competition' -- Dragonette - I think Tany will like this band. It's dancey. Almost britneyesque, but with their own unique flare.

'Gila' & 'D.A.R.L.I.N.G. -- Beach House - My new favourite. Do you even really need a reason?Fine. They are eeriely beautiful. Like a graveyard when all the pretty flowers are all around.

'Rabbit Ears' -- Pompeii - It's interesting.

'20 Dollar Nose Bleed' & 'West Coast Smoker' -- Fall Out Boy - The secret end bit of 20 Dollar is amazing. And West Coast Smoker is addictive.

'A Candymaker's Knife In My Handbag' -- The Fiery Furnaces - INSANE. Literally.

'Bixby Canyon Bridge' -- Death Cab For Cutie.

'Phonography' -- Britney Spears.



Also::

The end of 20 Dollar Nose Bleed is like this::



It's not me, it's you.
Actually, it's the taxedermy of you and me.
Untie the blews from around my neck, and ground me.
I'm just a racehorse on a track, send me back to the glue factory.

I'd always thought I'd float away, and never come back.
But I got enough miles on my car to fly the boys home on my own.
But you know me, I like being alone.
And keeping you alone.
And charts are boring.
And the kids are snoring.
And the eagles in a sling.
And you said that you aren't listening.
And I said I'm wishing..
And I said...
I said...!

Nicholas Scimeca and some other guy involved in Pate's lame bar(s),
are opening a half bar half restaurant place in Chicago.
With 15 - 25 varietes of a grilled cheese sandwich!
HOT DAMN, GET ME ON A PLANE.

So, had some fun today.
Went an picked up my last money from my job,
drove around for a bit with Jenn, Chris, Nick and JJ.
It was pretty fun, except JJ was grumpy and Nick was too.
They have colds or something. ):

Yesterday, JJ fell down the stairs.
Her lip is all fat and it was bleeding, and
there is a bruise on her cheek.
I felt so bad seeing her after, but she took
it well. A bit of crying, and then just
became a very snuggly snugglebug. <3

I should be asleep, I know.
Blah, blah blah.
But tonight me, Jenn, Chris, Cam, and Stevie went out to Krspy Kremes, lol.
We're lucky: the only one in canada and it's right nearby in a rather shitty neighbourhood.
They get a lot of buisness though.
It's neat, they have coffee for like 5 cents for a small and 10 cents for a medium.
Plus, donuts rock.
Pretty much gives Tim Hortons a HUGE run for their money,
even if Tim's coffee is waaayyy better.
But it was 10 cents, what can we expect?

Took my money and bought a pair of pants and a cute shirt.
Got some conditioner too.
Was going to buy this adorable pair of red flats, but
I didn't have enough.
SO, there it is.
But I think today is friday, so mom is supposed to give
my money.
Yay.

Oh. And I lost my job.
Which sucks.
But whatever.
I'll deal. (:

Oh, right.

Forgot that pic.

Here ---

"genius blend of alienated beauty and lazy unfamiliarity"

Used to describe Beach House's music on their last.fm page by some user.
But I think I'm going to use it for myself, I like it.

Took a bunch of new pics today.
I'll post the one I like best at the bottom of the page.

New//7 ---

'I'll Believe In Anything' -- Wolf Parade. - About time I got some new WP, yeah? Haha. Love this song though. "Nobody knows you, and nobody gives a damn."

'White Lights' -- Deas Vail. - Love this song. The band is good too, but I haven't had much time to really get into them extensively.

' Rock Me In' / 'Phonography' -- Britney Spears. - I just like them. They're good. (:

'Home Again' -- Beach House. Good rainy day/be cheerful and lazy music. Cute.

'If Not For My Glasses' -- Dear and the Headlights. - "I'll tell it how you want - all parts appeal and none that won't."

'Bixby Canyon Bridge' -- Death Cab For Cute - I just like it. Shut up and listen to this song, okay.
It just has charm.

Just chilling, waiting for Jenn and Chris to come pick me up.
In all realistic thinking, they should be here all ready.
But I think Chris was up all night down the street at Stevie and Cam's.
So Jenn must not be happy about that.
We're not going to be on time for work, I think.
But I'll try to think otherwise.
Just a chant in my mind: we're going to be on time. We ARE going to be on time. We are going to be on TIME. WE ARE GOING TO BE ON TIME.

Yeah, haha.
So...yeah.
Sorry that I've been neglecting my blog lately.
But like I said, I've got a job.

I'm a telemarketer.
I phone buisnesses and try and
get them to want more information about
booking apointments for a FREE educational presentation.

More blog later. Promise.

Baby sitting JJ still.
She's sitting on my lap right now,
making typing this quite difficult.

Hopefully mom takes over soon,
I didn't even get a chance to wake up properly.
=/
It's making me frustrated.

Well, still no sign of Amy.

She said Jamuary.

But I guess she never did

say exactly when.

Plus, she could've gotten

like re-grounded or something.

Hopefully nothing bad happened

and she's okay and that's not

why she isn't online.



I don't know if that makes sense,

but I think you know what I mean.



Got like 6 hours sleep.

Am at Jenn's.

We had a YUMMY turkey dinner yesterday and then

me and Jenn watched Four Christmases.

It was pretty funny and cute.

And then later we were watching the new Incridible Hulk

on PPV.

So yeah.

Pretty tired.

And they have to move into my place

in like...a day.

And nothing is packed.

So it's going to be stressful.

I'll stay and try and help out.

Got up to get a drink.
James came out of his room.
Asked me if I wanted to help him make pancakes.
It was 3 in the morning.
I was like "But mom will hear us."
He was like "Not if we're quiet."
so we made pancakes and giggled and whispered,
and made jokes.
Then we stood at the kitchen counter
and ate our pancakes.
More giggles.
More whispers.
He asked if he could play ghosts
and goblins on the computer,
I suggest mario.
So we took the system out of my room
and set it up in his.
Then we sat and played up to world three,
laughing about nothing
and talking about everything.

Good way to start the year, I must say.
My first meal of 2009 was rice.
But the first real good one was pancakes
at 3:something AM with James.
I'll remember this time for a long time.

@ Dollface: I'M SO GLAD IT'S JANURARY.
TALK TO YOU SOON?
I HOPE SO.

---

Was supposed to hang out with Jenn, etc. today.
But that never happened.
Jenn got really upset because they said they
were coming, but then they ended up not being
able to because of a bunch of people...
but whatever.
It'd have been fun, but hey.
There's always tomorrow!
Which is what we'll be doing.
Jenn is making some yummy dinner for everyone, so me and the fam are
going over there.
After dinner Jenn was thinking we'd go to a movie.
Just us.
It'll be fun.

---

Also:



Goodbye 2008.
I tried to try to think of some
wonderful way to push you out
with a bang, but it didn't work very well.
Instead, I'll work on some fancy list
on my favourites, bests, worsts,
whatevers on the 2nd.
Or maybe even tomorrow.

---

Also, Also:

Hello 2009.
Like with the year before you,
I tried to try to think of
some wonderful way to usher you in.
It didn't work out the way I wanted it to.
When Tany comes home,
I'll make sure I orchestrate some sort of...
I don't know.
Hang-out-a-palooza.
SUNDAY,SUNDAY, BE THERE, BE THERE!
---

@ Tany:
Haha.
Remember that part from that one episode of weekenders?
When they want to go to skatabration?
And the ads are all "Sunday, Sunday! Be there, Be there!"
And when we were watching that one,
I was like "I WANNA GO TO SKATEABRATION!"
And it was funny?

This'll be like that. Only we'll have iHop
and a movie marathon.
Or something else.
If I have a camera by then (which I might)
we'll go out 'on the town' (ex: around the block like idiots)
and take pictures of random things.
Even though you don't like pictures.
It'll be fun.

Also @ Tany:
I have a present for you.
Sort of.
Maybe.
I hope so.

---
@ Alicia: Go to bed before 2AM, please.
Infact, get ready for bed now.
I demand it.
I'm tired of these dark circles under my eyes.

Actually...maybe grab a snack first.
THEN BE GONE.
*madface*