Saturday, January 24, 2004

- today thomas and i were talking about bill murray in general. for some reason, he thought i wouldn't know who bill murray is (probably because i'm an idiot), so he insisted on listing every bill murray movie known to man. what was particularly offensive to me was that when he got around to mentioning ghostbusters, he tacked "not quite as respectable" in front of it.

- what's not respectable about a giant marshmallow man called stay puft who walks around the city looking all giant and marshmallow-y and who terrorizes the people? sometimes, all i can do is shake my head in wonder.

Friday, January 23, 2004

- "toast crumblies" have replaced "having to pick wedgies in public" on my list of things that annoy me (at least you can make a joke out of the wedgies - the crumblies are just wrong). i hate when i decide to butter my toast (toast is, in fact, the only thing i butter) and there are those crispy little buggers sitting there looking all innocent. well they know perfectly well i don't want someone else's toast on my toast! ew!

- i've always wondered - what's the point of this? first of all, "diet" is "die" with a typo. secondly, caffeine free? so your reason for drinking this would be...? pretend calories that don't make you hyper? how can this be the way the world was supposed to be??

Tuesday, January 20, 2004

- a while ago, a guy my dad works with went up north to hunt moose, so my dad volunteered me to take care of his guinea pig (which i actually didn't mind). so the guy came back, and as a present, he brought us some moose meat (mmmm). so i was looking around in the freezer today, and suddenly my hand touched what i thought were frozen cookies. no, no, it was frozen moose guts. attractive.

- and hey, we all enjoy a little cow tipping.

Monday, January 19, 2004

- i would like to mention here that I am adding Strong Bad to my list of people for me to marry, for he is sexy.

- the other day, i got to thinking, and i was wondering if anyone else has noticed that band-aids make the world a better place. really? every scrape, skinned knee, paper cut, etc. feels better when there are band-aids involved. they're such a security blanket.

- survey says: neon green band-aids are as good as it gets.

- since exams are so close (for me anyway), i would like to supply all dedicated procrastinators with a way to kill five minutes: the virtual stapler.

Saturday, January 17, 2004

- i wish i was an advice giver. you know, one of those all-knowing people that everyone just has a tendancy to drift toward? one of those people who is always prepared to listen to your problems or thoughts, and who says the right things - not just because they want to make you happy, but because they're right.

- i know two advice givers, and they're both incredicly reliable people. i envy them, because i would love to be as viewd as all-knowing, easy to talk to, and a good giver of advice. i pity them because i know from experience that people (eg. me) go to them to complain as well as converse, and i'm sure it gets tedious. also, peple who want to talk to them evidently want to talk about themselves, to some degree. advice givers probably don't get asked many quetions about themselves. on one hand, they'd at least be getting partially left alone, but on the other, it would probably also feel like no one cared about them.

- but i know that's not true; i love my advice givers. and i wish i was one. it would really interest me to hear other people's troubles and to try and help them. i find the inner workings of other people intriguing.

Tuesday, January 13, 2004

- V8 splash is my saviour.

- you see, my mother has decided to make me eternally unhappy (i.e. healthy) by banning all carbonated beverages from our household (she wants the coke addiction to stop). there were only two other drinks to... well... drink... in my house: diet caffeine free gingerale (enough said) and water (tasty, but not enough taste, you know?). i used the past tense because i convinced my mother that if i am not allowed to have coke, i should have some sort of other tasty beverage in order to wean myself off the coke. juice it was. my new addiction to V8 splash (and its many derivatives - eg. V8 splash strawberry kiwi) has resulted.

- V8 splash is my saviour.

- in other news, i have rediscovered the blessing that is hand sanitizer. "purel" to some, "one step" to me, gift to all. who wouldn't delight in a tiny bottle of oozy nice smelling goodness that kills 99.9% off germs with a single goosh? those of you who have no idea what i'm talking about are definitely missing out. hand sanitizer: get it.

- some people are stupid. i don't think i need to elaborate on this. i have my reasons for stating it, but you have your reasons for agreeing with it (and i know you do agree), because everyone knows someone stupid. even if you're someone else's stupid person, you have a stupid person of your own. it's like having an arch nemesis, only you're not competing against them because they don't have the mental capacity to keep up. let's just hope all the stupids are on the good side. (come on, you knew i was evil all along).

- if i were a true genius, i would say something clever and witty to close, such as "muwahahaha". but i am not a genius and am therefore neither clever nor witty. or at least, that's what i'd like you to believe.

Thursday, January 1, 2004

-here is my theme song list for 2003: (by theme song, i mean songs that represent my general feelings for the month. i do not have the permission of any artists or labels to call any of these songs my theme songs, but i am doing it anyway, for i am evil)

january: annie, our lady peace

february: anna begins, counting crows

march: clocks, coldplay

april: so i need you, three doors down

may: lost together, blue rodeo june:

breathing, lifehouse july: that day, natalie imbruglia

august: life is a highway, tom cochrane

september: goodbye, spice girls

october: i am a rock, simon and garfunkel

november: bring me to life, evanescence

december: grey street, dave matthews band


- some of these may or may not make sense if you're not me. some of them could be very grossly misinterpreted. i would like some of them to be grossly misinterpreted to keep my feelings to myself.