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Alas, what nimble footed and oddly agile truth is this that lurks in an all-too-blatant fraction of my heart? Is it the warm sensation of total self-actualization, sweeping across my mind in an unstoppable burst of satisfaction? Is it the sensual fullness one expects when achieving at last a perfect nirvana experience? Could it be the infinite bliss and totalitarianistic pleasure of becoming one with the source? No, you git, I just had breakfast again for the first time in two days. Bite me. |
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Ah, third snow day of the year. How excellence, aside from the fact that it is completely useless as exams had already ensured the day to be off. Oh well. The snow looks nice. And I suppose it is nice to have an excuse to stay in bed all day. La la la.... What is new of late that is post-worthy? Oh! Grade twelve math provincial yesterday was a blast! Very relaxed, lots of time to enjoy it without feeling rushed, and a lot of good thinking questions. Life in general is good as well. Yay for apple juice! |
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As was recommended, I am posting more on lj because, hey, what else is a young Canadian male within the age demographic of 13-17 supposed to do with his time? Aside from eating popcorn and priming his ears for frost bite after a brisk bike ride through the unusually windy city. I'll tell you one thing he is highly advised not to do, lick flag poles. Nope, not a good idea at all. You want to know why? I'll tell you why. What is it that everyone does when they're really bored and it's cold? They lick flag poles! Not only is it unoriginal, it's a health hazzard! With all those kids licking the flag poles, think of all the germs that are crawling all over that piece of patiotism incarnate! There's a real nice thing you'll probably like, try licking a flag pole if you want to get it, it's called MONO!!!! Urgh, that would be the worst way to get mono, from a flag pole. You don't even get the benefit of some kissing before they haul you away for two months and you aren't allowed to eat milk products or certain brands of Nestle chocolate bars. All in all, don't go licking flag poles, bad idea. You know what else really sucks? Deep sea tornadoes. You know what I mean? I mean, you're just swimming along, seven miles below sea level, and then all of a sudden, BOOM! You just get sucked up the huge funnel into the eye of the hurricane and just float around there, watching cows and men in bathtubs and the wicked witch of the west spinning all around with you, in a wild world of wind. Funny how that annecdote tied into my original statement which was grounded in reality, huh? I'm just like that. Purely by accident, I do assure you, and apologise quite profusely in the meanwhile. Anywhile..... I suppose An actual post like tis calls for a big razz-ma-tazz, over the top and completely unecessary finish so......
And allllllllll thaaaaaaaaaaaaat jaaaaazzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!!!!!! That jazz. BOOM! |
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Ciao peoples. ;)
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Jan. 9th, 2006 @ 03:25 pm
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What's that thing called when you lose control of your mind? Insanity? |
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Nov. 27th, 2005 @ 08:38 pm
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"Sometimes I think everyone's crazy. And sometimes they are. And sometimes I am. And sometimes the world's being fried in a blender by a mechanic who wears rubber gloves. That's just life, I guess."
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Indeed, an update for it seems that such a time has come. Words, words, words: Gotta love Hamlet. I miss the odd fellow. Could it be that I am sleepy, or merely tired? Aye, there's the rub. For in that sleepyness what insomnia may come. To die, to sleep. Or to sleep, to die. Either way it makes a very fitting end. Or could it be a higher guilitine that hath the charm for yonder snake betrothed? Ah, to hunt again in the days of yore; to drink deep the cup or ale and sing "Fare ye Maiden of corn-esque locks!" alas, however, now two months yon I sing a different tune, nay one more merry than before, yet with a twinge of minor key. Still merry-likes, however, in it's nature and indeed the nature of life. Funny how my speech always goes back a few centuries whenstever Hamlet is digressed. Speaking of whom, doth the lad the gumption to rise to the everyday nuiances of his rivals? If he expects not to go mad(der) in the process than watch with jeaously as what he longs for goes as commonplace to those who care not. Funny how life is. IS this random enough? I expect so. This really is rather fun, I must make midnight posts more often. Or write that english essay that's due soon.... Hmm.... Or write another maiden who's attentions do turn to it. Funny how both are the same without prior knowledge. La la la. Well I have writ that maiden tonight, for I know of no other. Alas, it seems she shall be going away this weekend. Not going away as such, or much as not going at all, which tis a pity true enough. Tis mad, tis true, tis true, tis pity, and pity is, tis true. Did I quote that in a past entry? It strikes the bell of deja vu. Well I'm starting to actually get tired, so until another wave of maddness hits me, ado.
That wierd, wacky, whimsical fellow
Oct. 23rd, 2005 @ 11:50 pm
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My thumb hurts. Very badly. It also seems that every piece of technology I touch falls apart. Lovely. Luckily it also seems I have a knack for figuring out complexities. Very Lucky. And lovely. Well, no, not lovely. Quite sucky actually. And my thumb still hurts. The other thumb, not on the hand of last night. Waiting waiting, burning bright. Where's the tyger? Meh, I'm hoping it's because I'm dead that I dispise life so much right now and that I don't dispise life so much right now because I'm dead. Why is there always a party but never a party? I really am dead.
Sep. 30th, 2005 @ 09:45 pm
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Sleep of madness. Early morning freezer. Momentary joy, followed by dispair. Menial time walking quickly. Rectangle table discussion. Disappointment, denied the opportunity to set hands on fire. Fire drill. Not literally. That may be the name of my project. Random speaking. Solitude in the place of first meeting. Insulting petri dishes. With technology translates to without. Staring for a clock. Computer personification. No computer for time. Blasted bell. More insulting petri dishes. We really should move on to logs. The polar bears are dead. Debating years. Ozone = screwed. One last hold out. No, that was yesterday. Chicken strips were yesterday too. Bloody "chicken" burger. Really huge brownie that nobody wants. Speaking of ozone, buy fudge. Never time to warm up. Strong lip today = Freedom March -> yay! Sound the Canon (of Pachabel). And speaking of such, "Or that the everlasting had not fixed his canoN (as in only one) 'gainst self-slaughter". Only eight? Without a bonus. Counting seconds, literally this time. Thirteen minutes early. High from Hamlet. Welding fun. And really bad puns. More age jokes. Hardy har har. "Oh that this too too sullied flesh would melt". Alarm clocks, yet again. Severe case of over acting. Sans debating. Waiting... Sickly rest, oh how I long to comfort. Longing. Everyone sucks. Amusing anonymity. "Book words" continue to amuse. Threats of biking lead to much conversation and unintentional rudeness. Plot is devastated. Night comes too quickly. Ack, too much to remember. Seeing Jim. Exciting detective work leads to unexpected nemesis. Unexpected grossness leads to pity for unexpected nemesis. Hair pictures. Self-conscious ruins everything. The order of events gets completely screwed. No entertaining Aliant tonight. EVERYONE sucks. Oh that this too too sullied flesh would melt, thaw, and resolve itself into a dew. Blasted time contraints. Feel like crap, probably sick, definately grieving. Not grieving. But certain packages should have been delivered, and I failed. This sucks. I suck. The world does. Oh what is sleep but the absence of all though, time, and matter, for what is time but the measurement of thought and as for matter, well nothing is the matter so matter is nothing. I really am Hamlet.
Wish you were here,
Leo
I may begin posting again. Or not. We shall see. Regardless this is no longer a friends only journal. Everyone sucks. :)
Sep. 29th, 2005 @ 10:27 pm
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I think this day is rapidly becoming the definitive Wonderful Day.
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Jun. 6th, 2004 @ 01:55 pm
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May. 31st, 2004 @ 05:15 pm
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Day Two of being sick. Doncha just love influenza?
May. 14th, 2004 @ 05:37 pm
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I hate this bloody school. I can't wait till Wednesday.
May. 3rd, 2004 @ 12:05 pm
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where's veritiserum when you need it?
Apr. 22nd, 2004 @ 12:31 pm
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I should probably update, as I haven't updated in quite a while... but there isn't really anything to say. Nothing that's of any interest to anyone, anyway. Nothing that I'm authorized to diculge at this time, anyway. Nothing that I have time to write before the bell rings (which is in 2 minutes) anyway. Anyway..... that was about the 5th time I've said "anyway" in this update. Actually, I lied. It was the 4th time I've said "anyway" in this update. Oh wait, since then I've said "anyway" twice more, so I've actually said "anyway" 6 times in this post. Make that 8. Anyway, as you can see this is going nowhere. And the word "anyway" has been exploited way too much. So I'll go now.
God bless'
Apr. 19th, 2004 @ 12:35 pm
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