| Fucked! |
[Feb. 5th, 2004|01:12 am] |
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So I had this fucked up dream last night. Me and a bunch of friends were walking around in a post-apocyptic world and their was no one around. We wandered around for days until we were walking down a hallway and someone opened the door. We were completely freaked out and I held out a spear at the two people who just came out of the door and I threaten to kill them. I asked them where they are from and they said they lived in the basement of the world. Which was fucked up? So I decided to head down to the basement with them and check out the civilization they had down there. To get in I had to get a needle and get injected with some sort of medicine shit. So I let them shoot me up, and once I get in there I start feeling all fucked up. I was all mellow with a retarded look on my face. Then I looked around the room, everything was white, the walls, floors, benches. Yeah, instead of chairs there was padded benches everywhere, with tons of people wearing white hospital gowns with stupid looks on their faces. They were all drugged too. So the guys that brought me down there ask if I would like to stay in their community, I said "fuck that shit" and I went back up to the surface. Once back up, I notice there were lots of people running around, which was fucked since we thought we were the only ones around. then I realized my friend Carole was the mayor of this group of people. It was cool to hang with them. Then I woke up (still in my dream) and realized I had fallen asleep outside the movie theatre where I had been waiting to see "Dawn of the Dead." I was really disappointed that I missed it and then I really woke up. |
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| February.. |
[Feb. 1st, 2004|01:02 am] |
So February is now upon use. It is short and weird, which is why I will now be referring to it as "The Retarded Month." This year is a leap year so we get an extra day in February, so I began to think what I should do with this extra day.
I came up with three things:
1. Donate my time to a worthy cause like disabled kids (which would work out good in the spirit of February a.k.a. "The Retarded Month")
2. Train for a marathon.
3. Treat it like daylight savings time, and drink for an extra 24 hours.
Yeah...I think it will be the last one. |
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| Fuck Ya |
[Jan. 29th, 2004|11:23 pm] |
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Sens won tonight and moved into first in the East!!!! |
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| Class.. |
[Jan. 29th, 2004|01:06 pm] |
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So I have this history class that I haven't been to in two weeks. The reason I haven't been going is because there is no point. I have a research paper due in March, for which we have to do our own research and the class is of no concern. And the exam is a take-home, which consists of an essay, which I will be researching on my own. So really all the class provides is background info that I can get from reading a book. Yet, I feel guilty not going....Maybe I will go next week..shit! |
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| Why the Ottawa Senators Kick Ass!! |
[Jan. 25th, 2004|11:38 pm] |
Goals For: 1st
Goals Against: 2nd
Powerplay: 2nd.
CBS Power Ranking: 1st.
TSN Power Ranking: 2nd.
Rank in the League: 3rd. (2 points out of 1st place)
It is great to be in a city with such a great hockey team, and hopefully I will watch them go far in the playoffs this year (The cup would be nice). I will definatly be watching a few games from the stands. |
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| Tommorrow Night! |
[Jan. 21st, 2004|02:54 pm] |
So tommorrow night is my roomate's birthday and we are going to Olivers pub to celebrate. Olivers is the Carleton U. bar and is always good for a night of drinking. My Roomate is gonna be so drunk. You see he is from Newfoundland and boy, can those fuckers drink. It is not that it takes him a super amount to get drunk, but once he is drunk he continues to drink and get even more fucked up. Most times we get to the bar around
9-9:30 in order to beat the crazy lines (there are often more people waiting outside the bar to get in than are inside). So if me and my Roomate are sharing pitchers we will drink one in the first half hour. another by 10:30 another by 11:00. This is because he is constantly chugging down the beer and I am struggling to keep up. And every time we finish a pitcher, he is trying to get me to hurry up so we can get another one. A vicious cycle. So by midnight (Four or so pitchers later), I am shitfacedretarded and have dropped out of the marathon, while he continues to pound them back until 2:00am (unless he gets kicked out earlier).
So since tommorrow is his birthday a whole new level of drunkeness will be achieved. I am going to be lightly drinking in order to prevent anyone from getting hurt or killed. I will also be taking my digi cam to document the night, as I am sure some record will broken, and we might just need pictures as evidence for the authorities. |
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| Lottery |
[Jan. 16th, 2004|08:26 pm] |
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Honestly, I don't understand myself sometimes. I won't buy a super 7 ticket unless the pot is over $20 million..which makes no fucking sense. Isn't one million - 19 million enough money. For some reason I find myself thinking it isn't worth it to buy it when it is below $20 million. Soo stupid |
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| Ouch.. |
[Jan. 14th, 2004|12:18 pm] |
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So I walked to school with my bare head exposed, which in -20 weather is pretty fucking dumb. So now my ears are red and swollen and hurt like a bitch. I am not going outside again till it is above zero. |
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| Class..Why Bother? |
[Jan. 13th, 2004|09:29 am] |
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So I have this full year class about the French Revolution and was just sitting around this morning not wanting to go. Then I realized that I have two more things due in that class. One is a research essay. The other is a take home exam, which is just an essay as well. So why should I go to this class when I will never need any of the class information to do the assignments? I will obviously have to do my own research for the essays, so fuck it I am not going today. |
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| We are getting old |
[Jan. 12th, 2004|09:18 pm] |
Honestly, we are starting to have friends who are going off and getting knocked up, and married...shits crazy. So I am now thinking that I should start acting my age, get a wife and start pumping out kiddies. Is that not what I am supposed to do?
You know what...fuck that shit? The last thing this overpopulated fucking world needs is more fucking people. So instead of breeding some kid, I will just adopt one of the many poor children who are without parents. Now I know what the girls out there are thinking..."But Snow, what about your superior genes? Shouldn't you pass on those good looks?" Well thank you, but I am not gonna help contribute to more mass consumption when there are kids who need a family.
So that deals with the issue of having a child, but what about a wife? Well fuck that shit as well!! Who needs a wife? not me. My son or daughter can just get their motherly love from the many girlfriends that I will have coming in and out of their lives over the years. Why should I have to be committed to one woman? or Why should one woman be lucky enough to spend the rest of her life with me? The way I see it I should share that pleasure of being with me, with all the women of the world (except for the ugly ones of course). I guess that makes me a humanitarian of sorts.
So let's recap. I am gonna adopt a kid, never get married, instead be a player the rest of my life, and I will win the noble peace prize for satisfying hot chicks.
I guess I just mapped out my life plan in about two minutes...just think of the things I could do for the world if i wasn't so lazy and selfish. |
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| Books. |
[Jan. 10th, 2004|08:31 pm] |
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So it is saturday night and I have decided to stay in and do my readings for school. I am taking this sweet poli-sci class called "The Causes of War," and it has some pretty sweet books. I am enjoying reading about war theories that explain how wars occur with the goal of preventing them. Their is the neorealist theory that predicts that states will act to balance the pwer of others in order to preserve their independance. It is mostly a theory that examines distribution of power. One interesting thing that I have read is that no democratic state has ever attacked another democratic state...never!! It is quite surprising although when thinking of it now it should have been obvious. Anyway I am gonna go read some more. |
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| Holy Shit I am Drunk... |
[Jan. 8th, 2004|02:01 am] |
So I went out drinking tonight with my old roomate Joe who is currently going to school in England, and is soon to head back. Man, I've had alot of Rye& Cokes, shits crazy foo. So we get to our second bar and it is just us in the place except for this old lady named Wendy. She is a nasty bulldog of a women, 45 years old. Shits crazy. We start talking to her and are trying to hook her up with an old roomy of mine named Rob. Lol, we got them sitting beside each other. Then there are like 7 of us drinking and singing along to Counting Crows, when Joe comes up to me and says "Rob went home with Wendy!" It blew my mind, I am still coming to grips with the fact that he went home with a 45 year old (who apparently is married), fucking hilarious. I can't believe this shit. Ohh well, guess it will make a good story tommorrow.
I am gonna go pass out...
peace. |
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| UHHHHH |
[Jan. 4th, 2004|04:16 pm] |
I am now back here in our nations captial after an enjoyable 14 days off. I went to see the sens play last night and they kicked the Capital's asses. It was sweet. When I left home it was 13 degrees, and there was no snow. By the time I got up here it was 2 degrees and their was snow on the ground..fucking bullshit!!! I am so sick of winter and we haven't even really had it yet. What fucking good is winter anyway? We would definatly be better off without it. Anyway I am going to go play some Tony Hawk's Underground.
peace. |
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| Everybody Hates Raymond |
[Dec. 18th, 2003|09:55 am] |
So the American Film Institute released a list of their 10 favorite movies and television shows and it included Everybody Loves Raymond. The fact that even one person in this world likes this show boggles the mind. It won and Emmy last year for best comedy. I may be mistaken but doesn't a show need to be funny to be a comedy. It is more like an awkward drama. How could there not be a better show to win the award, honestly I know t.v. sucks but has it really gotten that bad. Everytime I see Raymond while switching through the channels I shake my head and wonder why is it still on? The only way I would ever watch this show is to see Patricia Heaton bend over or wear a tight shirt. She may be forty-something but I'd still hit it.
So fuck Ray Ramono, that irritating whining Bastard!! |
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| "Hanging With Saddam" |
[Dec. 14th, 2003|04:16 pm] |
So I wake up this morning to the news that Saddam Hussain has been captured. I was pretty shocked cause they had been looking for him for so long. And personally I thought they would find him closer to the 2004 election. So what now? What is to happen to Saddam? Well in the time leading up to the war in Iraq I had a brilliant idea for a reality t.v. show starring Saddam Hussain, to be titled "Hanging with Saddam." I thought that I could go hang out with Saddam in his luxurious palaces, huge boats and so on. I thought that the American people would go nuts for this so. What on television could possibly be better than this? Who knows, Saddam could be just like Ozzy..you know a bubbling fool. Maybe he would be dependant on his wife
(whichever one.) as much as Ozzy its and always be calling "Abdula, how do you work the VCR?" It would also have hilarious momments of Saddam and his favorite buddies (Chemical Ali, his two sons, and the Minister of Information) hanging out and having a good time. Maybe we could see them on one of their crazy roadtrips to Basara, or Tikirt. Or maybe we could get some footage of them going wild around Baghdad, you know throwing water ballons out of car windows at unexpecting merchants. This show would have been a hit. I am sure if the war never happened I could have pitched this to Fox, Who wouldn't want to see everyone's favorite tyrant getting yelled at for leaving the toilet seat up, or cursing at the television while trying to tape the season finale of Friends. |
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| Stole this from Kindra....Thanks babe |
[Dec. 13th, 2003|12:43 am] |
Ok, so I thought that I would let all of you (who the fuck reads this shit??!!) about who the mother fuck I am..bitch! (I don't know why?)
Name Four Bad Habits You Have:
1. Masterbate
2. Fucking Lazy for sure!
3. I don't eat well.
4. I am soo lazy dude.
Name Four Things That You Wish You Had:
1. 180 million dollars.
2. -
3. -
4. What the fuck else could I possibly need?
Name Four Scents You Love:
1. Girls.
2. Gingerbread.
3. New Car smell
4. Chicks.
Name Four Things You'd Never Wear:
1. Women's clothes.
2. A Top Hat.
3. Jewelry
4. A scarf.
Name Four Things You Are Thinking About Now:
1. This journal thing.
2. Having sex.
3. Water.
4. sex.
Name Four Things That You Have Done Today:
1. Wrote a Biology Exam..Correction, kicked its ass!
2. Rented X-Men 2, to solve bordom.
3. Ate an entire bag of smartfood. (a big bag)
4. Drank 4 bottles of water.
Name the Last Four Things You Have Bought:
1. Does renting a movie count as buying something?
2. Smartfood
3. McDonalds..puke.
4. Animal house on DVD..yeah!!!
Name Four Drinks You Regularly Drink:
1. coke
2. pepsi
3. Water
4. Some sorta fruit shit.
Last Song You Sang?
Like..what in public? That would be a Kareoke first year. Two Princes by Spin Doctors, I had my fucking cassette of them stolen in Grade Five..Fuck!!
Last Person You Hugged?
your mom...I don't know
Last Thing You Laughed At?
Myself
Last Time You Said 'I Love You' And Meant It?
I am a guy..I don't know what this means?
Last Time You Cried?
the minute I was born
What's In Your CD Player?
A burnt CD with a hundred MP3's lots of cool shit
What Color Socks Are You Wearing?
Grey
What's Under Your Bed?
books..not much.
What Time Did You Wake Up Today?
7:30am
Current Taste?
What?
Current Hair?
Same as it's always been
Current Clothes?
Old West Hockey jersey, cargo pants, and plaid undies
Current Annoyance?
Not having extreme amounts of money.
Current Longing?
Ottawa.
Current Desktop Picture?
Kenny vs. Spenny
Current Worry?
My back to back exams on Friday.
Current Hate?
uhh..bad stuff
Favorite Physical Feature Of The Opposite Sex?
ass, stomach, tits.
Last CD You Bought?
Less than Jake: Anthem.
Favorite Place To Be?
Cobourg
Least Favorite Place?
United States
If You Could Play An Instrument?
what if i don't?
Favorite Color?
uhh..all of them except for the gay ones.
Current Favorite Word/Saying?
cunt/ what? Too soon?
Favorite Season?
Summer
One Person From Your Past You Wish You Could Go Back And Talk To:
Uhh, my past. That girl I fucked.
Favorite Day?
yesterday.
Where Would You Like To Go?
Someplace warm
What Is Your Career Going To Be Like?
Fun, I hope.
How Many Kids Do You Want?
One, in the next three to five years.
Favorite Car?
The batmobile. |
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| Much ado about fucking nothing.... |
[Dec. 13th, 2003|12:05 am] |
Hi, I am Snow and this is some sorta journal thingy that my friend Justin told me about. Justin is a gnarly fellow who has the biggest set of balls I have ever seen. How big are his balls you ask? In grade eight he got pissed off at cars (don't ask me why he just tends for get very angery with manufactured goods), he then proceeds to jump in front of the first car he sees. Now he has a cool-ass scare on his leg, that looks like a worm. Justins balls are so big that he then proceeded to walk on his broken leg for three weeks after the crash, and would call cars on frequently.
So I don't really know what to write about, its seems that I always have shit going on that turns out to be hilarious. Not joking around stuff but everyday things that just turn out to be amusing for other people, and even myself. Like when I got a job as a carpenter and while not knowing anything about carpentry was asked to build a basement apartment. It turns out that sometimes I can be a pathological liar though. For instance that employer would explain to me what it was he expected me to do, for example: "You need to measure the walls, find out how much wood we need, and be able to do the plumber and wireing. Can you do this?" To which I answered "Yeah sure, no prob." As soon as I answered him, I began to think to myself "Dude, What the fuck? you don't know any of this shit. You can't do wireing or plumbing, are you kidding me?" I couldn't build a fucking popsicle stick house for christ sake. So there I was constructing a basement apartement with thousands of dollars worth of material and I had no idea what I was doing. That job lasted little over a day and a half.
I think I am done for today |
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