Monday, October 31, 2005

Five things you always regret learning about your boyfriend.

  1. He writes down names of possible Warcraft characters on his hand.
  2. He will randomly shout out "Yes! I'm getting my walrus form!"
  3. He's been known to mumble on the phone, "Ohhh man, I want that staff. Err - I mean, I'm thinking about that staff I would like to purchase, as I am not on WoW at this particular moment... not on Warcraft at all... merely thinking..."
  4. A regular response to a phone call is, "Sorry Baby, I'm in a duel right now."
  5. When asked to describe his character, he takes more than a minute.

aerith at 8:04 AM

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Friday, October 28, 2005

Things people have googled to come across this website.

I've kept a list of the funniest ones so far. I'll put more up later when people decide to search ridiculous things.

My favourite by FAR is 'topless halo 2 lan party.' I mean, that activity is the one I indulge in every Friday night between 10 and 3. Minus the 'lan' and the 'party'. Cough.

aerith at 7:58 AM

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Thursday, October 27, 2005

Shame on you for feeling... shame... yeah. That's it.

No one should ever, EVER, be ashamed of listening to Eric Clapton. I mean, come on... he's Eric Clapton! He's the man! He's that guy! He's a god! Do you know how many songs he's written? No? Well, I'll tell you...

Lots!

He is one of the greatest singers/songwriters/guitarist of all time. He's British. He's won Grammies. He's been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame three times. From the Yardbirds, to Cream, to the Dominoes, he's commanded the stage. Even throughout personal tragedies, he's continued to write music and influence generations of rock.

So, the next time somebody asks you, "So, do you like, sit at home and listen to Cream?" You should respond, "Hell yes! I do."

aerith at 11:36 AM

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Tuesday, October 25, 2005

How to make me love you.

Tell me you're going to buy me a chocolate bar larger than my head, and then actually do it.

aerith at 12:13 PM

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Monday, October 24, 2005

Things aren't that bad, at least...

I'm not this girl. Or anything like her at all. I will never aspire to be anything like that, and I will never be anything like that. (And I will never live in Texas.)

aerith at 10:36 PM

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Sunday, October 23, 2005

Oh, World of Warcraft... How many relationships have you destroyed?

"I want you to get an account so we can play with each other, and you can understand my addiction."

"I do understand the addiction part. But what I
don't get is why you'd rather talk to me online in leet-speak than to my face in person."

"I do NOT talk in leet speak online!"

"I find it funny how that's the only point you're defending..."

"I swear, I type normally. I hate it when people type that way. You can't understand them and you-"

"I'm writing this down."

"Dear God... You're going to blog this, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Ohhhh-h-h-oh-oh-oh noooo..."

aerith at 9:04 PM

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Saturday, October 22, 2005

Kristen is such a bitch.

I find that when I'm angry or upset with Matt or my family, I am not afraid to show it. I will possibly go as far as to say things I don't really mean, and I do not hold back at all.I believe it's a trust issue. I trust my relationship with Matt enough to be angry with him. I can say what's on my mind and yell because I know he we still be there at the end of it.

However, if I am angry with aquaintences or friends, I restrain myself. I might also be a little nicer too. With friends and strangers, I maintain a calm because I'm afraid of angering them, and subsequently losing their friendship/trust. I act as if I am the most understanding person in the world.

Because of my monotone-moods with friends, when I show a hint of hostility towards them they believe I'm lashing out and acting moody. When in reality, I am showing them 10% of what I truly feel.

I think if I am to settle my fears of what others think of me, I must first stop acting as myself and begin being myself.

aerith at 7:24 PM

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Friday, October 21, 2005

A note to Matt. aka. Orcface, druid, and my baby.

Our legs are perfect for each other.The first time we met didn't show any promise of a future relationship.

The only things I'd heard about you were that you were hot and had yellow eyes. This was biased information though, and I was skeptical. Fortunately for me, both were true.

I honestly didn't pay much attention to you, until you started to poke fun at my guitar case. And then tried to set it on fire. Why did you do that, again? You now refer to it as "flirting", and I guess coming from you, it was.

The only other thing I remember is Alana asking the cop if he'd pay her $2 to lick the floor one tile-length. It would be six months before I would talk to you again.

That night was actually during march break, a couple days before my birthday. My family had gone on a Jamaican cruise without me, because I had a conflicting trip to Austria with school.

I was pretty depressed that week, and had spent every night online until 4am. And I thank God everyday that I did, because otherwise I wouldn't have met you.

Tyler messaged me for some random reason at two or three in the morning. He sent me a webcam photo of you and him messed up out of your minds. You had the biggest smile on your face, from ear to ear, right above your goatee. I don't remember what we talked about, and I'm sure you don't either. But I do remember the online courting that went on for two months.

The first time we hung out, we met up at Westdale (again.) I had to poke you in Dominion because you didn't hear me calling you. Or maybe you did. I was nervous as hell, but was really surprised when I found myself having a conversation with you. You were so easy to talk to from the beginning. This was when I convinced myself you were way too cool to be with me.

You had three cats, and it took me awhile to actually remember their names. Now I can't imagine confusing Sugar with Tally. Christina scared the shit out of me, but after two minutes I knew she was a little hungry puppy stuck in a huge rottweiler's body.

We watched Kill Bill, in the most awkward fashion. Shoulders barely touching (god forbid bodily contact should happen), and our hands in our laps, occasionally reaching for chips. I probably talked too much, because I usually do. I still believed nothing could happen.

Everyone else knew we were a couple before we actually were a couple. (Isn't that how it always happens?) We beat around the bush. We fricking pranced around it. I held out for as long as I could, you made the first move at the bus stop.

"So... You know I like you, right?"
"Yeah... You know I like you,
right?"
"Yeah. So... This date thing tonight is a date,
right?"
"Yeah."
"Ok."

And that was that. I'm writing this because I was reading some of the old notes you gave me. I looked at the ticket from the Living Arts center, when I watched your play. I looked at the Shrek 2 ticket. At the brochure of Artsfest, when you floored me with your onstage performance. The napkin you wrote on when I first made you a bagel at work.

It makes me think about how the stupid jokes we had. Mostly nerdy, gamer jokes. I think about how nothing has really changed. And if it has, we've at least changed together. We quit bad habits together, procrastinated together, and (most importantly), played video games together.

They say that when you're in a long relationship, you grow out of the "honeymoon" stage, and become more comfortable with each other. I know we're definitely passed that, but I must admit I'm still infatuated with you. I know you may not be with me, but that's ok. Because if we both were still like that, we'd probably be making out on any flat surface available. I don't know why I'm like this, I just am. I know it.

I know because I can close my eyes and see your face perfectly. I've traced it so many times with my fingers I know it better than my own. I close my eyes and I can feel your fingers brushing against my face, playing with the curls in my hair. I close my eyes and think about how much I know about you. But, I also know there is much more I have yet to learn. I'm looking forward to it. I know you won't disappoint me because you never have.

aerith at 7:47 PM

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Thursday, October 20, 2005

Some phrases I don't like.

aerith at 6:58 PM

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Get Busy Living, or Get Busy Dying. (Do your part to save the scene and stop going to shows.)

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters.

Fall-Out Boy isn't that great.

But I won't lie, the vocalist has a good voice. (His style reminds me of Maroon 5.) I was actually listening to one of their songs today, and I liked it. It was really good. I was jamming along like, "Yeah...Yeah! You don't matter!" I loved the drum beat and the guitars, and the warble stuff he does with his voice. I did like it.

Until I listened to the whole thing.

I enjoyed it up until
(this is supposed to be "intense talking/screaming/butchering.)

I used to obsess over living, now I only obsess over you. Tell me you'd like boys like me better in the dark lying on top of you. This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters. [x4] (finished with a "angsty scream.")

Now, it's not the same here as when you're actually hearing it. When that part came on, I honestly turned it off and said "Ew" aloud, so all the people on the bus could hear it and look at me like the freak I am.

It was that bad. And I noticed it with their other songs too. I was listening to this on my sister's walkman when I noticed it. I think they get some perverse pleasure from butchering their songs.

Sigh, his voice is so cute. I'm torn. I want to hear his voice, but I don't want to hear it singing blasphemy. I might have to give this guy a chance though. The warbles get me everytime.

aerith at 6:35 PM

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Friday, October 14, 2005

Something I should have realized before...

Blogamp displays the last five songs that i've listened to. The titles and other information automatically upload via FTP to my webspace. I never have to turn anything on, I don't even have to think about it.

And that's where it's messed up. I don't think about it. I don't think that maybe, just maybe, my sister might use the computer that we share together. She might happen to open limewire. She might happen to play some songs...

She might happen to play everything I hate.

So, until I find out a way to keep her off Winamp, my recent music will most likely be some of these "artists".

So yeah, just disregard any questionable songs. I don't take responsibility for them. Except for you, Paul. I'll take responsibility for you anytime. Rawr.

aerith at 11:26 PM

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Boy George was singing about something, then he did cocaine.

Bad Karma:
Good Karma:

Consequences:

and

I dunno, five dollars makes it seem kind of worthwhile. (No, it doesn't.)

Here's the part where I go to sleep and wake up wondering "What the hell did I just do?" After which, I will proceed to kill myself. (Of course, I will do this only after requesting that my body be donated to science.) Maybe then the good karma from all the generous donating will protect me from slugs devouring my slowly rotting corpse. (I say slowly because I've eaten alot of perservatives in my lifetime.)

Anyways.

Nitey-nite. -_- zZZ

aerith at 1:56 AM

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Wednesday, October 12, 2005

If you don't like my fire, then don't come around.

If you don't want to hear my advice, please don't ask me for it. However, if it will really make you feel better, I can lie. Lying is easy. Being honest is so much harder, but I was truthful because that's what you deserve. I thought you actually wanted that. Having me reinforce a lie will not make it come true. Don't ask me anymore.

If you don't like my opinion, don't read this. I'm not forcing you to skim these pages, I'm not yelling it all out in the middle of a hallway. If something offends you, don't read it.

If you have a problem with someone smoking, keep it to yourself. They aren't bothering you, they aren't evil demons. People aren't impervious to stress, they can't resist physical and emotional addictions easily. If they aren't doing any harm to you or anyone else, let them be. Nurses and doctors, teachers, mothers and fathers... They do it, and smoking doesn't make them any less intelligent. It just makes them more human.

If you can't speak English, don't yell at me when I can't understand you. I'm sorry, I wish I was fluent in Mandarin, but I'm not. You'll have to go order your bagel someplace else.

If you think I'm too pessimistic, don't call me naive when I find something to hope for.

If you think I'm too stubborn, stop picking fights with me. Clearly, I'm not giving up anytime soon.

If I want to date you, I'll let you know. Stop bothering me while I'm working.

If you think I'm anti-social, you win a gold star. I'd rather have a few good friends than an island of people that could give two shits about me.

If you think I hate you, I probably do. I am very shy at first though, but apparently I'm better the more you know me.

God, if you're going to kill me, please do it now.

If you think this entry is self-deprecating, selfish, arrogant, cynical, sarcastic, angst, and disgusting...

You're right.

aerith at 8:22 PM

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Tuesday, October 11, 2005

These kinds of days make me feel less stupid than I know I am.

I think I almost fell asleep in my lecture today. Not because of the professor, they're great... but... it was because of the students. They tend to have a habit of not understanding anything. I am comforted by this, though. Now I understand how I was actually accepted into this school. Now I'm left wondering how they got in here. Into this school, and into this Class from Hell.
(pink is the prof, the rest are various students.)

Jack and Jill went up the hill.
Why did they go down?
No, no... they went up.
Oh.
They went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.
They did it because of their religious superstitions, because they can't find meaning without a god to believe them and enrich their life. God adds a deeper meaning to our lives, even with superstition. It's necessary.
(weird look)Riiight. So. After that, Jack fell down and broke his crown, and Jill came tumbling after.
But if you think of it this way, Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water, right? Then Jack fell down. In a sense, this caused Jill to come tumbling after.
(blank look)Yeah.
Then, in a sense, Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after. (Feeling very proud to have figured this sucker out.)
(worried expression)Um, ok. Lets move on to Mother Hubbard. *Ahem.* Old Mother Hubbard, lived in a cupboar-.
So, why did they go up the hill?
(This goes on for another hour. After which, the professor melts into a gelatinous mound on the floor.)

aerith at 12:14 PM

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Monday, October 10, 2005

"'Cause we've got a great big convoy..."

"Doesn't Paul Brandt have the sexiest voice ever?"
"I thought you said I had the sexiest voice."
"I..I did. You do."
"But then you said Paul Brandt had the sexiest voice ever."
"But... but I was exaggerating and.. and.. uh.. uh... you said that night elf was hot!"
"Yeah, but she's a drawing. I can't run away with a drawing."
"I bet I know a few WoW people that did..."

aerith at 11:53 PM

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Here's a list of things we DON'T need if we want to have a good time.

We don't need to...

We do need to...

...and what else really matters?

aerith at 10:27 PM

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The reason I'm happy. (Or, as Matt puts it, "What the hell is wrong with you?")

Concerts. Four concerts. Four concerts coming up soon. Soon being this very following month. I can't accurately describe in words how awesome I truly feel at this moment.

But I can sure as hell try.

Rogers Battle of the Bands: Anti.Social Tour
WHERE:
Reverb and Holy Joe's @ 651 Quees St W, Toronto, ON Toronto, ON
WHEN:
Fri Oct 28th, 2005 5:00 PM
TICKETS:
$12

HIM w/ Finch and Skindred
WHERE:
Kool Haus, Toronto, ON
WHEN:
Sun, Nov 13, 2005 08:00 PM
TICKETS:
$23.50

Rufio w/MXPX and Reliant K
WHERE:
Kool Haus, Toronto, ON
WHEN:
Sun, Nov 01, 2005 08:00 PM
TICKETS:
$23.50

and Senses Fail is somewhere else that I can't really find but... oh man. I'm excited. I missed Finch the last time they were in town, so I cannot miss them this time. I shant.

Everyone should come with me. Send me a message, I can pick you up a ticket. Except for the Finch show. The less people there, the more Nate Barcalow there is for me. Grrr.

Same goes for the Still Life Still show, I've been waiting to see Eric Young perform since I was listening to him in Grade Nine. So no one can go to that one either.

But other than that, yeah... everyone come.

aerith at 7:51 PM

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Sunday, October 09, 2005

New haircut and Pink Pimp Hats on Thanksgiving. (With cousins.)


My little Thanksgiving jean jacket.

Cait, Nate, and Me pimping the pink caps.

My sister and I being the epitome of white trash. Come on. I'm not white trash half as much as I should be.

Cait and I doing the same. w00t.

aerith at 7:01 PM

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Just a thought on conformity.

(Hm, it's pretty sad that I'm so desperate to fit in... then again, if I didn't want to fit in, I would be fitting in. Because everyone wants to fit in. Unless you don't. They you fit in with all the other people that don't want to fit in. So you fit in anyways, which defeats the point of wanting to NOT fit in in the first place. Really, no matter what you do, you're fucked to fitting in. You damned if you do, damned if you don't.

In that case, I'd rather do the one that requires the least effort. Cause I'm a lazy conformist like that. )

aerith at 6:42 PM

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Friday, October 07, 2005

Note to self: Get friendly with the EB guys.

Go my hair cut today, and it only took four attempts to get it right.

Michael (my hairdresser) is awesome. I love him. Not only is he into videogames, hanging out with celebrities, and Vice music... he also is a damn fine haircutter.

We talked about Weezer's demise, little kids on X-box live, and his recent encounterse with well-known faces.

Michael: So, what music have you been listening to?
Kristen: Oh, right now I've been playing alot of Death From Above 1979.
Michael: Yeah? That's cool, that's cool, yeah... I just hung out with those guys last night, and Johnny Knoxville the night before.
Kristen: I... I... I-... I hate you.

Good God! To make it even better, last Halloween he dressed up as the Glad man. He only owns Apple products (drooool...) AND his brother writes for Vice Magazine. (To top it off, he promised me free hair-cuts if I got a job at EB. ^^)

Honestly, this is all really depressing. I mean, I feel like the least interesting person ever. I don't have anything to brag about.

"Hi, I'm Kristen. I've... uh... collected all of the skullatas, heart pieces, and poes in Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Also, I once played FFVII for seven hours straight, purely levelling up on the first disk."

I feel so boring, I think I should be shot. Death to the boring people, I say! There's no room in this exciting world for people that bring it down.

But I digress... Anyways... I'm relying on my hair to make me interesting. Pathetic? Yes. Do I really care? No. It's going to be red, and it's going to be hot. Hawt. H07z0r5.

aerith at 5:49 PM

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Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Women are stupid because...


I'm sick of living in this feminist society. Men are brought up, taught that they should let women walk all over them because they're superiour. Women are brought up knowing that they can get away with that kind of shit. We're living in a society where all of our values are female values. People would rather be sensitive than honest. Children are more important than people, etc.

Even television shows are depicting our supposed "reality." They all feature idiot husbands with intelligent, attractive women. The Griffins, The Simpsons, The Bumsteads, The Ramones... all the males are complete imbiciles, while the women are the only "voices of reason."

Bill Maher is the best speaker about this. I saw his HBO special and I was like "He is saying all the things I'm thinking..." I found a transcript from Politically Incorrect and I thought it was interesting. Michael also speaks with him, and raises a few good points about women wanting females in the white house, yet they continue to vote for males. I have to go to class so I'm going to stop right now.

aerith at 10:52 AM

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Tuesday, October 04, 2005

How to make me love you.

Serenade me with "You Are So Beautiful", complete with your best Louis Armstrong voice.

aerith at 11:02 PM

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It's crunch time, exams are coming. And I don't mean school.

Let us Go to the Shore; there the waves will kiss our legs. With mysterious sadness, the stars will shine down on us.
- a. Pleshcheyer

This is one of my favourite quotes. It's written beneath Tchaikovsky's June (Barcarolle) from the Seasons.

Oddly, I'm not that crazy about the piece. I like the beginning, even though the Conservatory doesn't play it with rubato. I prefer to make the first couple measures fluid and passionate, rather than metered and mellow.

My favourite piece this exam is Bach's Fantasia in D minor. It's amazing. The intro almost comes to a climax, but then ends in suspense. The beginning is so tender and sad, almost apologetic. It's then sharply contrasted with the scolding diminished chords. (So much fun to play.)

The fast running passages are the big "show-off" moments. I've practiced them so much, I can play it in my head as well as in my sleep. I even had a dream once where I was playing it perfectly.

The Cucou just pisses me off. I've never been a huge fan of the old baroque. It's too rigid, it almost makes me anxious. Nevertheless, this piece is a great warm-up for my fingers. It does more for me than scales and arpeggios could ever do.

Speaking of the technical aspect of the exam, I'm fucked. I hate scales. Arpeggios hate me. I know where my fingers have to go, but they just can't do it.

I've actually noticed that I haven't been able to control them lately. Like, I physically can't move them sometime, it's scary. I'll be playing and they will just hyper-extend and lock. I get smacked by my piano teacher, even when I explain to her what happened. I guess the adjudicator won't believe, "I'm sorry, I just couldn't move my fingers."

Ah well, I'm more than confident that I will 0wNz0r the hearing tests. I have 1337 skills with the playback, the intervals, and the cadences. She could throw the diminishes, perfects, imperfects, augmentations, and plagals my way and I'd make sweet love to them. Such is the way of the Ear Training CD, it becomes a part of you.

I guess the only problem left is memorizing the Cucou, June, Distant Memories, and those damn studies. I think I'll get on that pony now.

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Monday, October 03, 2005

Ah, the over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder shopping spree.

There comes a time in a woman's life when it is absolutely necessary to shop. This includes break-ups, depression, hunger, and a lack of good bras. Thank God Alana is around. I would be lost without her.

This girl knows everything about La Senza. I was only in there for about two minutes before she knew my exact size, and proceeded to throw bras at me left and right.

"You're a C Cup." "No, I'm a B." "No, you're not." "Yes, Alana, I am. I would kno-" *SMACK* "Listen to me, ok? You get in there, take your shirt off, and try these on. Now."

So she was right. She knew my boobs better than I did. I shouldn't have been surprised though, this girl owns at least twenty bras herself. Once, she spent so much they gave her a one-year 10% discount card. (Which she let me take advantage of.)

While I was changing, I felt the back of my jeans vibrating. Matt was calling me. When I told him where I was... he wasn't happy. "Goddammit Kristen! You never, EVER take me shopping! Whyyyy?!" (He's lying, I do take him shopping. And when I do, he whines "I don't knowwwwww, you pick somethingggg... I don't know what you want.") Anyways.

After I tried on only about 5336252 bras, I picked my three favourite and followed Alana to the panties. It was five for twenty bucks, so I picked random ones in my size and we checked out. (I offered to buy her two or three, but she insisted that she only wanted one... she's too generous.)

~

Later that evening, Matt called me up again. Apparently, not alot of people showed up for Chris's Halo 2 LAN party, and NOW the girlfriends were invited. (I'm sure they didn't want it to be a sausage-fest anyways.)

I grabbed my favourite controller, memory card (in case we played Live), and Nimmi. Fortunately, Nimmi brought her car. It was in the Malibu that we were escorted to Chris's by Matt, and immediately left to visit Abhinav at Petro Canada.

We talked to him, yada yada yada, I wound back up at the party kicking everyone's ass. Seriously. Even on the "Crazy" game. (It's really not crazy, it's more like "Let's find the largest, most annoying, and simple map, put on random weapons and vehicles, and blow things up and ride in cars! It's CrAZy! $@%@^" Sigh.) I got my second triple kill EVER, which was pretty exciting for me.

After four hours of carpel-tunnel enducing play, I was driven home... Wishing that it wasn't already Sunday.

aerith at 4:39 PM

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Being cut-off from socialization causes me to think. Perhaps, too much.

Whenever I get grounded or scolded, I'm always told "You should've done this, why didn't you act in this manner? Next time do this instead." So I say to myself,

"Next time I will do this instead of this. And from now on instead of doing this, I shall do this, and with more vigor."

But, what makes me think I am wiser today than I will be tomorrow?

aerith at 4:27 PM

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Sunday, October 02, 2005

How to make me love you.

After seeing me two minutes ago, leave a message on my voicemail that says, "Ughghghghghghhhghhhhh... I miss you already... call me later, k?"

aerith at 5:20 PM

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Saturday, October 01, 2005

How to make me hate you.

Start selling "Steeped tea" so you can rip off people by making them pay extra for simply more water. You start telling this shit like, "Oh, it's steeped tea, so it's better than regular tea." Here's a news flash for you... read slowly now, so you can understand... you have to steep ALL tea. That's the nature of tea! The steeping! If it isn't steeped, it isn't tea! You know when you buy the 'specialty tea' with the bag and the cup of water? Guess what? You are required to steep it yourself. I guess Tim Horton's thought that was a little too complicated, and they might as well cut out the middle man. Bastards.

Alternatively, you can anger me if you advertise your tea with the slogan, "It's steeped, because steeped means great." What the fuck? It should be "We charge you more for the exact same thing you got cheaper a couple of months ago, because we're a bunch of Tea-Nazis that are out to get you. Then, after you are dead, we will come to harvest your children's organs. We do it because we're Nazis and we're just like that."

It doesn't have the same ring to it, but at least it's honest.

aerith at 5:23 PM

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Pop it like it's hot.

So, this image could only be brought to you by the one and only Alana. Look at him go. Work it. Work it.

We decided to be french maids for Halloween. I think I've grown up out of the witch costumes and the Fozzi bear and the ghost get-ups. And yes, I realize I am eighteen. That doesnt't mean I'm too old to eat candy until I puke. It just means I can't go door-to-door to get FREE candy and eat it until I puke.

Ah well, I'm not even sure about what is going to happen. I'll worry about later in October. For now, I'm going to concentrate on not getting my ass kicked in Halo 2.

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