| Must stop shaking!!! |
[Aug. 22nd, 2004|05:18 pm] |
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| | Ryan Malcolm - he's so sexy...not really | ] |
Can't stop shaking. It totally sucks. I just told Katie I'm like a petefile in a school zone. She liked that...so did I. Anyway, I went to wonderland and had my buddies up from the cottage most of the weekend. So much fun. P.S. I kick ass at Balderdash...BOO YA! Other then that, I go for my G road test tomorrow. Ick, yeah. I'm going to fail, it's going to suck, I'm going to cry. That's about it. I'm happy right now. Kinda like a petefile in a school zone...ahaha, i love that comparison. It's time to flee like the wind. Going to see a mooooovie with some buds.
Later days |
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| Arrrr Guy! |
[Aug. 17th, 2004|05:56 am] |
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| |  mellow | ] |
| [ | music |
| | My computer humming. | ] |
Hello my fine feathered readers. I am finally updating my journal. Isn't this exciting? You know what else is exciting? It's 6am and I can't sleep. I wonder why I even try to sleep at night sometimes because it really never seems to work out. Anyway, here is life in a nutshell.
I just got back from my cottage. We were there for two weeks (as usual) and life was filled with fishing at 6am, going to bed really early in the morning or sometimes never, lots of water tubing (until our boat caught on fire), water skiing (until our boat caught on fire), boating (until our boat caught on fire), and all that other pleasent stuff. Luckily, my dad's friend had a boat - well, it was a fishing boat - and he could still take us tubing and such. Surprisingly I didn't drink that much. Yeah, that's right. Be proud. I left with a mickey of bacardi and came home with it still pretty much full...well, kinda. If I ever needed to drink there, it wasn't my own alcohol usually. Hahaha! Anyway, I guess you can't call it a holiday. You know how you go "away on a holiday" to escape life's drama at home and relax? Well, it was hardly that. The whole two weeks was full of love drama, all that jazz, and everything in between. It's like squeezing all of life's problems into two weeks. Everyone has something to say, but no one has the time to listen. Retarded indeed. But still, I had a good 2 weeks.
When I got home, Em, Ash, and Jess came over for awhile to get caught up. We watched Village of the Damned. The movie was done before Christopher Reeve became a war amp. I mean it in the kindest way. I would highly suggest that anyone wanting to laugh or be creeped out by little white haired children with funny eyes watch it. It's one of those movies that doesn't make much sense but you just go along with it anyway. So once everyone had left, Ben was here. Surprise! We were able to talk 'till 4am about absolutely nothing. Surprise! Damn, we're good.
Last night I went over to Jarett's house and watched The Butterfly Effect. Good movie. Disturbing, but good.
Other then that, I'm leaving to go to Missisauga for a couple of days to visit with some friends from the cottage. I'll be back Thursday and I'll be bringing back some friends from the cottage with me to go to Wonderland on Friday. Woot Woot!!! Should be an interesting day.
To all of my readers:
Katie - I love you chicky poo. You're coming Friday. Someone has to save me from that horrible mess. Haha.
Alex - I miss you like always. Wish I could have gotten together with you while you were here. If you ever want to talk, I'm here!
Mark - You're a funny kid. I don't know you that well, but I know you're funny and that's good enough. P.S. Tall chicks rule...you betcha!
That's it. I'm so pathetic. ahaha! Anyway, I might try and catch some zZzZ's now. Maybe. Probably not. GOODBYE! |
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| ick... |
[Jul. 27th, 2004|12:09 am] |
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So here is the week. My friend gets hit by a truck, goes to the hospital, broken to pieces, lucky she's alive. I spend most of my week with her, helping her out and what not with my good bud Ashley. It was okay, I guess. Under crappy circumstances though. I go out tonight and I can't get the accident out of my head. It's crazy. Ever just wish that you could take every possible ounce of pain away from someone and never let them feel it again? That's how I want it to be with Em. I love that girl to death and here's hoping she'll get better quickly.
As for tonight, well, I went to Nat's house for a swim and hot tub. It was okay. I was with Justin, Ben, Ian, and herself. I'm in a confusing spot right now. I guess with one guy mainly and I'm sure the majority or the one reader will know who it is with. Yeah, he's a weird one folks. I hate guys. I have convinced myself that the only way I could escape another confusion with men is to become a lesbian. Here I come my friendly dykes. Not really. I'm not even sure why I said that.
I feel like I'm in grade 4 again. It's like I could call up a boy on the phone, be pissing my pants laughing while I ask for him, then wait for him to get on the phone and say absolutely nothing while giggling with my best friend on the line. I wish it was that easy and guys understood that. Ick, I feel like a loser for blabbing about men...or boys...whichever preferred in the situation. Stopping now...
Wednesday I'm supposed to have off of work...please let this happen. The plan is to possibly meet up with Kat, Dave, and Jess for a shopping trip but my father's car has broken down. So, Danielle is going to have to weave her way out of this one. Damn cars. I was actually looking at a cavellier for the fall, but I just found out that it's only a '97 and it already has over 230,000 km on it. It's almost "done". Yes, indeed.
I have to sleep now. There, I have updated my journal.
Woot Woot!!! |
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| Hello lover boy...my name is Danielle.. |
[Jul. 14th, 2004|09:29 pm] |
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| | horny | ] |
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| | The Television... | ] |
Hello one and all journal viewers! Well, there is probably only one, but it's okie dokie. So, today was an okay day. Lots of laughs and good times at work. We're finally getting comfortable with our surroundings and we'll be done on Friday. It's sad in one way, but relieving in another way. Let me tell you about the people I work with...
So we have Nick - he's a young fellow, very serious and rather "dry" as my mom likes to say. Recently, he has come out of his shell and we have corrupted his fine bum.
He's dating Amanda (another girl that works there) - she's halarious. Always laughing for no reason in particular. She enjoys food and stealing my cupcakes. Damn you!!! Ashley calls her weezer.
Then there is Zack - he has a nice smile, always seems to know "what's going on!" Word brother.
There is Chad - hence the title, the one I stare at (supposedly)...he's the lover boy. We have water fights and partake in staring contests....or something. I don't know. Haha.
Finally Ashley - well Ashley is one of my best friends so all I can do is say I want to marry her.
Ben is popping by tonight. Should be swell times, or something like that. But I'm done now. Nothing else to write or state about life, other than boo urns.
Night one and all! |
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| la............la.......la.....la |
[Jul. 12th, 2004|09:19 pm] |
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| |  cynical | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Royal Gigolos - California Dreaming | ] |
So this is me...here I am. I'm sore and frustrated. In one of those moods where all you want to do is crawl into a long, dark tunnel and pray to God no one finds you. I'm tired of people. No one specifically, but just people in general. I'm tired of the dramatic scenes people crave to have in their lives. In order to bring up their security or self-assurance, they brings others down. Man, I'm almost sound like my mother there. But I've learned it's true. Security in a person's life is everything. If it's not had, then not much can be had. I wish I was an animal. Like a cat or a brave lion so I could beat up anyone who came near my security. Damn humans! Damn them!!!
I worked today. As Ashley says, we "work at a place where turkies come to die". That's pretty much it. Sorting out livers, hearts and gizzards can be entertaining as long as you have a bottle of hard liquor close to you. Unfortunately, I didn't have that. Damn rules! I have another job now. Yes, indeed. I'm a waitress at a small restaurant. Where the "locals" feast and wallow in self-pity. I started yesterday. I'll survive...please don't stop loving me if they fire my ass.
This weekend was good. Went to see some good bands, TFK and FM Static primarily. Jes and Ben are always a pleasure to hang out with. Moe and I went out to see King Arthur last night. Quite okay. Nothing to write home about. It was extremely bias and in favour of King Arthur. Not that I really have a problem with that, as he was a good man. It was weird for a movie to step up and portray the Saxons as the "bad men" and the Romans as the "good men". Meh. It worked out well. Although the content was not overally enriched and accurate. I'll get over it. After years of therapy.
Tomorrow's plan...work the two jobs and sleep. Damn money! |
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| something... |
[Jul. 9th, 2004|11:11 am] |
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| | sore | ] |
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| | The voices in my head | ] |
I've decided to try out this live journal dealy thing. Katie said it would be good, and well, um, I kinda wanted to do it. Chances are, it will go to good waste, seeing as I'm always working and never home anymore. I've been working at this turkey plant. It's pretty hot. The money is good, that's all I really care about. I'm bruised, sore, and bitchy. Life is grand. I accepted another job, seeing as this factory work is only temporary. It shouldn't be AS bad, but it's at a restaurant. La tee da!
I just came back from hanging out with Alyssa. Fun times, like the good old days. Went to East Side (word!) and Wally World. Oh, the COG is an exciting place. Hold me down. Tomorrow is work (on a Saturday, like wtf?) and then the concert with Ben and Jess. Hot. I'm really excited about that. It's like the most pleasurable thing I have done in weeks. Errrrg, did that sound wrong?
I can hardly wait to leave here and get in University. It's like Montreal is calling me to come and play with the French men...drools. Although some French men can be slightly...umm, what's the word?....right, NASTY, others can be rather attractive. My family is French. We're hot.
Yeah, this is going no where. It was just something to write. Anyone who reads this is a sad pathetic fool. Yes Katie, I'm talking to you darling. Just jokes.
I must go now and sleep...it's what I do best.
P.S. Did you know that anything with a spout and liquid holder can be used as a mother truckin' keg? Yes. It's true. Try it. I dare you all. |
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