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Sunday, September 18th, 2005
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my (work) schedule henceforth will be posted on a weekly basis on my myspace calendar.
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ingenuous \in-JEN-yoo-uhs\, adjective:
1. Demonstrating childlike simplicity; innocent; naive.
2. Free from reserve, restraint, or guile; open; frank.
3. [Obsolete] Noble; honorable.
4. Bem
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| Time: | 8:42 am. |
| Mood: |  groggy. | | Music: | man comes around-johnny cash. |
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sunday night. dean's new place. my boyfriends jose cuervo and jack daniel's were there. we partied on the roof until security kicked us off (though we got a few extra minutes because dean sweet talked the guard).
i've noticed something very particular about myself when drinking; some people (like michelle and orlando, who runs the booth outside sam's, for instance) get very touchy feely when drunk (at one point i danced with creepy security dave just to avoid sitting with orlando)... i, on the otherhand have discovered how much i loathe being touhced when i'm drunk. it's like, nothing personal... just don't touch me.
i didn't get in 'til about 2 and i woke up at 6am because my room was like a fucking oven and i was hella dehydrated. i drank a bunch of water which i promptly expelled again. a few hours later it was time for work.
work sucked so hard yesterday.
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Wednesday, June 1st, 2005
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| Time: | 12:41 am. |
| Mood: |  awake. | | Music: | i was born (a unicorn)-the unicorns. |
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ignore what i said in my last post.
dave should not be taken ANYWHERE.
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"let it never be said that the cashier supervisors don't drive this motherfuckin' party bus!"
so i was all set to go out the the indian motorcycle club last night for some reggae and drinking, but when i got to work i was told the whole thing was canceled because dean had no money and wasn't going to go. "dean drives the party bus" says jane. "fuck dean" says i. so michelle, danielle and i all went out for drinks at hoops instead. michelle met some tourists (a couple of really drunk cougars) from detroit in the bathroom that gave her 5 bucks for giving them toilet paper. it seems they were here for the (i swear to god) renaissance fair, and that the one woman's son was dressing as a monk for the event.
after knocking back 4 coronas in about an hour, bitching about work and listening to some god awful karaoke, we settled our check and split. outside, we ran right into the cougars. randy, the woman's son was drunkenly hitting on danielle while one of the cougars and her creepy husband hit on me ("i have a thing for redheads" he says, staring at me and michelle who both have our hair dyed red). at one point i jokingly made a comment that i was an ordained minister ("... in the church of corona...") so i married danielle and randy and the creepy couple renewed their vows. apparently they were all related, and danielle could swear that the guy randy introduced as his grandfather was introduced to her by the cougar as his father earlier on. o_O it didn't help that randy was acting quite friendly towards his mom... nevermind the fact that, well who goes out drinking with their mom?! at one point he had his shirt off too, but i can't remember why. the whole thing was hella weird, but can be chalked up to "they were from detroit".
after loitering around a bit more, we finally split and went to danielle's apartment to use the bathroom. while we were there, we smoked a joint and drank wine out of plastic cups. danielle and i chainsmoked the whole time. we finally had to leave for fear of missing our subway home (michelle and i too poor and drunk to find other means). while we were walking (stumbling) towards the subway we scared several people and danielle got hit on again by a skinny blonde guy that didn't quite know what to make of us.
the subway ride home was long and dizzying and the only time i wished that dave had come along, if only for the use of his wheels... and the free drinks.
on a totally unrelated note... RUFUS WAINWRIGHT IS COMING TO TOWN!!
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| Time: | 12:24 am. |
| Mood: |  bored. |
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come gather around me space travelers surround me
hark! now to the ballad of rocket robin hood
i may well confound you, astound you, spellbound you,
with heroes and villains, the bad and the good
watch now as our rockets race here from afar
for now, with our robin, we live on a star
three. two. one. blast off!
band of brothers, marching together
heads held high in all kinds of weather
with fiery blasts, our roaring rockets rise,
beyond the earth, beyond the skies!
at the sight of robin, take your stand,
with the gallant leader of our band
send a joyous shout throughout the land!
for rocket robin hooooooooooood!
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| Time: | 3:13 pm. |
| Mood: | melancholy. | | Music: | violet-hole. |
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i don't really care for being alone anymore.
alone only reminds me of being with
her.
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Tuesday, April 26th, 2005
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| Time: | 9:21 am. |
| Mood: |  angry. | | Music: | striptease-hawksley workman. |
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so i got my nose pierced the other day when i went to younge st. tattoos with skiffy and peoples and n for some fucking stupid reason, my parents went ape-shit. my mom (who took my 15 year old sister to get her's done) wouldn't talk to me and my dad and i just took turns screaming up and down the stairs. i hate how they pretend to be so fucking liberal! and then they belittle every decision i make to "you're just doing that because your friends think it's cool". yes. i listen to country music because all my friends think it's "cool". i collect comics because my friends think it's "cool". newsflash; i've been doing geeky and stupid things (no matter what anybody thinks or says) long before i even met most of my people. and now my dad's on this fucking power trip thing, where if he can't control what i do with my body so he's gonna try to control everything else. for example... my room has to be painted. i at first wanted to wall paper it, but he said it'd be too much work. then i said i wanted to paint it pink. not even like, hot pink. just pink (shut up, i know it's a girly colour, but it'll go with my leopard print curtains). of course this too was unsatisfactory. he keeps saying i need a "grown-up" room. fuck having a grown up room if it doesn't have pink walls and christmas lights. he also shit all over my disco ball idea. he says that there's no way i'm gonna have a disco ball in my room (the room which i have to pay rent for). argh. so. much. rage.
bean
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Tuesday, April 19th, 2005
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saw ani difranco last night!!! it was so fucking amazing!
her opening act was hamell on trial, who i'd previously seen only from clips of him on ani's last dvd, render. he was *really* good. and VERY funny. lot's of pop-culture references and, like ani, quite politically inclined (his song "civil disobedience" rocked my socks). he had one song where the main part of the chorus went "FUCK IT! (why go half way)", which he had everyone in the audience sing along with. i do love a good sing-a-long.
ani was brilliant though. she played little plastic castle, gravel, swim, knuckle down and so many others. she did iq and premiered some new feminist poetry. the best part though was right near the end of the concert... she was thanking the audience and her crew, getting ready for the last song...
there was only a couple people at first, standing and dancing at the very front of the stage. then a few people buzzed by us, rushing to the front. then a swarm of people. and pretty soon we're forming a pit at the edge of the stage, dancing and clapping and screaming our guts out. she did 2 songs after that as an encore... her last being 32 flavours (one of my fave ani songs) where she asked everyone to sing along (and did we!). people broke out their lighters like it was a grateful dead concert, and i nearly lost my voice from screaming so loud. much fun was had.
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pissed off i missed remote wonder on saturday, but oh well. still can't wait to get their album.
there was a shooting just outside my work on sunday.
billy idol is in store tomorrow (yay).
m.i.a. and lcd soundsystem are playing at the opera house on may21. tickets are 20bucks. anybody over 19 (or who has a fake id) and is interested, please lemme know.
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Saturday, March 26th, 2005
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my day, yesterday... got up around 3am with shooting pain through my tits, so i cleaned my piercings and the left one starts bleeding all over and the pain is so bad i can't let go of my grip on the sink. i finaly do, but i can't get back to sleep, so i watch movies until 8ish when i go downstairs and put on coffee and listen to verdi. i shower and get ready for work (sore, exhausted and hungover from the night before... fucking molson canadian). at work i bite my tongue at ignorant people and their ignorant comments and try to look on the brightside, remote wonder concert that night at the vatikin. i go home to drop off my shit and i get a phone call from my friend's mom in sault saint marie (where my sister is staying for march break)saying sam had got into drinking and was currently at the hospital getting her stomached pumped. went on the internet, got an im from mel saying she slit her wrists and had to get 25 stitches. went to the club and simone couldn't get in because it was 19+. tried to find a liqour store but everything was closed.
so forgive me if i'm in a bit of a mood.
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Thursday, March 24th, 2005
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Thursday, March 17th, 2005
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| Time: | 8:29 am. |
| Mood: |  thirsty. | | Music: | nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh BATMAN. |
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so yesterday was pretty exciting... andre 3000 from outkast was in the store!!! my manager lee was totally flipping out. elvis at one point said to him "lee, i have never heard your voice sound like that before..." me laughing so hard, trying to concentrate on doing work stuff while everyone else runs around the store trying to catch a glimpse. he was a pretty cool guy though... joked around with lee while he was buying a bunch of blues albums. he has good taste, i'll give him that.
i spent most of yesterday wandering around kensington. i bought a skirt with a watermelon on it and a t-shirt with a giant robot sewn on the front. i also bough some zines and a book from women's college bookstore because i'm almost done zombie which is turning out to be quite brilliant, if not wholly disturbing. i also picked up the batman movie with adam west which is the most insanely nonsensical movie i've even seen! also quite brilliant.
anyways... i'm a little bummed that i can't go to the hop on saturday (work and all) but i have friday off and i'm going out for drinks with michelle tonight (it being st. patty's and all), so all's well.
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yeah... the title really says it all. i was at work today when this woman in really large tortoise shell sunglasses comes up to me and asks if we have any cd cases for sale. i show her the cases and she proceeds to smell each one, separateing the good cases from the bad ones. after about 5 minute of this (i'm bursting at the seams trying not not laugh) she picks 4 from the pile and buys them. this is when i notice the fangs. and the extra scary pointy eyebrows (she was either a vampire or a vulcan, i swear!).
and now for something ironic... i was crossing the street, walking towards the store after buying a $5 drink at booster juice when this random punk gives me a card. "this place sells i.d.s" he says, and walks away. this is 7 days before my 19th birthday. i would've killed for this to have happened when i was 16!! oh well.. i now know a place that sells fakes.
ever notice that the mischievous penguin is the same as the horny penguin? just an observation...
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Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005
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| Time: | 10:59 am. |
| Mood: |  horny. | | Music: | rock my spot- scissor sisters. |
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i had a sex dream about a co-worker last night. well... it wasn't really a sex dream. there was no sex in it. it was pretty much just the two of us in bed, under covers making really tasteless jokes (which is essentially what we do at work). and then we met bono. o_O feel free to post your interpretations because i am at a loss...
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Wednesday, February 16th, 2005
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"never trust people wearing hoods. they are almost always hiding something... usually bad hair."
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