It's like life, but it's on a stick

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Shout-outs will be up soon. Right now, I'm kinda lazy so to hell with it.

Okay... my sister has cleverly stolen my CD player and thinks I won't notice. Well, Kinka, if you love it so much, why don't you MARRY IT?!!! Oh well. She'll get her own someday... just as mine turns into a smoldering pile of plastic and Laser Class I components. Life just loves me.

I'm going to see 'Corpse Bride' today. God, I hope it lives up to the hype. Somehow, if that movie sucks, I'll be extremely sad - moreso than normal. See, if... oh... Star Wars sucked, I wouldn't be too worried. But a Tim Burton movie? Wahhh!

Has anyone else noticed that Strong Bad's e-mails take a loooong time to update? C'mon, man, we've watched 'lady-ing' more times than we wanted to. Which is a lot. Also, cannot speak engrish to day. But there are some new toons up. Yayish.

Gotta go, byebye.

Monday, September 12, 2005

First week of high school. 30 more to go. Yay me. Clap, clap, clap, dance, dance, dance, and suchlike.

I don't know many people. Lucky for me, a boy I know is on my bus. I am a shy person, and I've never known him to stop talking for more than a minute at a time, so it's sort of one-sided but still enough to distract me until HOLY CRAP, ARE WE IN PETERBOROUGH ALREADY?

The people in my class are all nice. I don't known them yet, but I have not been insulted or given wierd looks or any of the nasty stuff that teenagers are 'supposed' to do. It's too early for cliques and 'usual' stuff. One person did ask me if I was supposed to be in grade 9, and I replied by telling him I'm in grade 12 but stunted.

I'm happy because I know what I want to do with my life.

Age 14-18 - High School! Wooo! Or boo, if you want to look at it that way.
18 - Attempt to get into Armed Forces. Find a McJob.
20-ish - Attempt to leave Armed Forces, get into college/uni
Later 20-ish - Graduate, find job. Become movie extra because you know how to do it, you can work it when you WANT to as opposed to HAVE to, and Toronto is nearby. In case of failure, find McJob.
30 - Become mad scientist, build gigantic robot, crush Tokyo/New York/Toronto (pick one), go on wacky adventures, be thwarted by brave superhero/cop/little girl with magical powers from the future who was thrown into this dimension by some weird plot contrivance (pick one), and get thrown in jail/reformed/disappear in a cloud of black smoke laughing evilly (pick one)
70 - Retire and spend my time laughing at homeless people because I can, y'all.

Just messing with you. Some of that is serious. Most of it isn't.

Note how I carefully avoided mentioning relationships? Imagine how creepy it would be: 'Age 40 - marry Bobby-Joe-George-Billy. Have 300 thousand kids. Live happily 3v4h 4f73r! lolololololol!'. AGH.

I tried applying to the MB, and they keep on rejecting me. It's racism, isn't it? It's because I'm Canadian!*

Anyway, I'm tired and need ice cream and maybe something vaguely intruiging is on the tube. Bye-bye kids, play safe.

*If you get this reference, 200 points. That's a lot of points. That's how obscure it is. Get crackin'!

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Billie Piper is my new hero.

She wasn't even legal to drive when she became a 'pop princess', landed some incredibly annoying songs on the charts, married a guy for his money, partied a lot and got smashed on a regular basis, landed a part in Doctor Who and THEN seperated (after getting even more cash).

Thumbs up. Doing good. Someday, you're gonna have to showdown with Hilary Duff.