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| Summary Of The Night |
-Drums in church make me giggle.
-My brother is predictable, but he was the first one to hug his teacher.
-The songs were making me want to get up and sing. This is not church; church must be dull and boring so that I can be cynical and snarky when I talk about how it should be different.
-What is this? The music from Godspell? I know it's about Jesus and all, but I've already heard this from you. Stop being lazy and find a hymn.
-No clapping in church.
-Aw, thank you for being nice to me again. I like that you go from nice to bitch and back every time we hang out.
-Well, that was a sufficiently awkward hello. Thank you for waving me over then not making the effort to talk.
-I see you there. You now look like your father. I'm so glad we are not together anymore.
-To the lady at the end of the row: Why are you a bitch? Your purse does not take up 2 seats. It doesn't even take up one.
-Fuck you for letting a 5 minute break go on for 45 minutes! Because of you I missed my brother getting his award. God damn you are a douche.
-Ha, I love Debbie, she's so damn thoughtful. You better thank her Jay!
-HOLY CRAP MY BROTHER GRADUATED!
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"Good good things happen in bad towns"
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| Wednesday, June 28, 2006 |
| Too Many Pictures |
I've gone through several avatars recently. I don't know why. I think I like this one the best.
I guess that's all I have to say. I'm really not all that interesting.
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"There is no modern romance." |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 4:20 PM |
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| Tuesday, June 27, 2006 |
| Understatement Girl |
It seems plans are slowly coming together. My cousin, aunt and and I are organizing a 25th wedding anniversary for my parents. I think it'll turn out nicely as long as it's sunny out. Which it won't be, because it's never sunny on the day you plan celebrations. Oh well, we'll just have to pretend like we are all having a fantastic time.
I hate when it rains on my day off. Although, today shouldn't be a day off. I should be working, but yet again i have another 3 day weekend. This is ridiculous. I need a full time job, not one that promises me full time work but never actuallu gets around to giving me hours.
My dog seems to be feeling better. He's been sick recently, with no energy whatsoever. This morning he jumped on to my bed, which is a big deal because my bed is high up, and he hasn't done that since he had the surgery on his eye.
My brother left the internet on his computer on and his messenger running. I have a strong urge to go in and start chatting to his sad-excuse-for-human-beings friends.
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"I wear your sex on both my sleeves"
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| Saturday, June 24, 2006 |
| Talk Me Up, I Dare You |
It's strange. Recently I have had a lot of people saying "you are beautiful" or "your daughter is very pretty" or "she's turned into such an attractive girl".
I believe these to be lies. Sweet lies that people tell people in order to make them feel good.
I don't like them.
I'm so terrible with compliments. Whether they are true or not, I just don't know how to take them. I find the compliments to me seem false, like they are being said just because I can hear them. For some odd reason I'm always more flattered when someone tells me that someone else complimented me to them. I'm not sure why. I think it's because I know that they aren't trying to impress me with it.
Honest compliments are so nice, but I find it hard to differentiate between honesty and fakeness.
Stupid loneliness.
Also, for the past couple of days I've hidden quotes in my blog. I'm surprised no one has commented/ figured out who they are all from.
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"People don't even know me but they know how to show me."
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| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 6:40 PM |
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| I'm So Sick Of This Fucking Job |
Don't even get me started about my night.
Lets just say it involves a crazy lady, shit, rudeness, and a persistant boss.
I wish I was in Toronto. I would be so much happier.
I am not living here next year. I cannot live here next year. I will not live here next year.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to find some sort of stabbing implement to implant in my eyes.
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"Well you know what it's like, I don't got to tell you who puts up a fight walking out of hell now." |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 3:14 AM |
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| Friday, June 23, 2006 |
| Why Am I So Stupid?! |
So, the guy that I (sort of) work with yesterday came by and chatted. We were both just ending our shifts. I waited for the next girl to come in, he went out to the parking lot to change. Don't ask me why he did that, he's just random. Then when he came back in (have I mentioned how good he looks yet?) he asked me to go grab a beer with him. And what did you think I said? No. No, I am so stupid. Granted, I had no money and I told him that's why I couldn't but still, I could've just done what everyone else does and put an IOU in the till. But I didn't, because I'm a retard, and when an incredibly cute guy asks me to have drinks with him I say no like I have all the options in the world. God damn it! This is just one of the many reason why I haven't dated in so long. Fuck. I'm an idiot. And tonight, he came back at the same time, except this time I'm starting my shift. BAH. Idiot. Note to self: bring money EVERYWHERE! I don't think it was leading anywhere, but I still don't think that chance will come around again.
Stupid girl.
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"But every time I see you I wonder why I don't break a couple rules so that you'll notice me" |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 12:24 AM |
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| Wednesday, June 21, 2006 |
| What Sucks More Dick Than A Disease Riddled Prostitue? That's Right, My Boss! |
I think she hates me. Stupid soft-spoken hatred.
I was supposed to be paid retroactively, meaning I'd have a higher pay because I've worked here before. Two months go by and nothing. Then today my boss comes to me and says " Your pay has just been increased." I think "YAY!" I open my paycheque after she leaves and lay my eyes on disappointment. It increased alright, she wasn't lying, just not by what I'd been told. Now the increase for nightshift was nice (one of my co-workers says she'll be gone all of July so I'll become fulltime for nightshift), but still not nearly what was promised.
But of course, I'm going to stick it out. Because I'm not a quitter, and because I am too lazy to find another job that lets me work alone and go on the internet as I please.
In other news, I enrolled in my courses today. I'm pretty excited about all of them, especially my english stuff! Hopefully I'll do better this year in french. I really think my marks/average will go up this coming school year. I'm just getting so anxious for next year. Jeeze, be September already!
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"Take apart your bones and put 'em back together, tell your mama that you're somebody new." |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 6:05 PM |
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| Monday, June 19, 2006 |
| Red Ships of Spaaaaaaain |
 Robert Poulet is the new love of my life. Thank you Siobhan. So yet again I will be having photos in this blog. Excited? I know I am. I seem to be photoing it up a lot lately. Odd. Anyways, I had a great few days in the T dot. But definetly ended up paying for it. Just call me shakes. Viewing the lazy animals at the zoo was just like watching Anthoony in his natural habitat, except with Anthony narrating. The night was... drunk. I unfortunately only have shitty pictures of the night. But they do accurately describe everyone's vision that night. There was giving and recieving of fabulous gifts. And speaking of these gifts, I no longer have to hide the pics of my newest st encils. Yay! So those pics are up next. I made a lovely Ron burgandy sweat shirt for Brynnigan. She better wear it all the time, or else I'll have to beat her down using love and a hammer. A love hammer. What else... I made Becca a Betty Page shirt. ON A PINK SHIRT! Now she has to wear pink at least once in a while or no Betty Page. I win at life! (That was easy) I don't think I want to post them all now. Too lazy to collect them all and put them in one area. I do have one more picture I want up. It's of my four pairs of new shoes!!! Well, only 2 pairs are technically new, but the other 2 are awesomely used! I put up the picture my brother didn't like, but whatever, because of me he got 6 new records, which I paid for. You're welcome. Aren't they beautiful? Actually, it's pronounced "yes". In other news, I think i have allergies because my eyes are all crazy puffy. I won't post a picture of the because it's sick. And sore. Oh yeah, and my parents bought me a wireless mouse. That made me happy. Ok, I'm done rambling.
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"And you tell me you want me again but I don't need any of your pity. I got plenty of my own friends, they're all above me"
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| Friday, June 16, 2006 |
| How Coincidental |
 I too was ambushed by zombies.
In other news... I'm going to the T dot tomorrow, and by that i mean today. Should be a jolly good time. Should. I don't know what's going on before hand but that's my own darn fault now. I'll bring along good tunes to make up for my lack of organizational skills.
An old friend (as in I haven't seen him for awhile, not that he's an old man) just started working at the hotel's restaurant. He's looking fan-fucking-tastic. Every time his shift ends he kinds lingers for a minute. I think he wants to talk, but I usually have customers to deal with so we can't really chat. That is too bad.
I guess I don't have anything else to say other than this marks my 20th year. Well, at 3:15 it will be my 20th year.
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"Jumble, jumble, all at my house. Come on over, sleep on the couch. Can't even see ya. Look like a mouse." |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 1:10 AM |
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| Thursday, June 15, 2006 |
| I'm Like A Better Looking Ebert |
I have watched so many movies recently it's crazy. I should become a movie critic, then I could get paid for sitting on my ass and enjoying (or hating movies).
Today alone I've watched 3 movies. Mean Girls, which I will always love because Tina Faye's writing will always make me laugh, Sky High, tease me all you want but I love that movie very much and I'm sure half the reason is Bruce Campbell, and Date Movie.
Date Movie isn't as bad as I initially thought it would be, though I could be considered biased because A) I love Alyson Hannigan and B) it's 2AM. Actually, the cast kinda makes me happy. Alyson, Tom Lenk (the guy who played Andrew on Buffy), Jennifer Coolidge, Fred Willard; all wonderful. The fact that the main guy looks like someone I know (and Becca knows) makes it slightly more amusing. It's really not a movie I would have chosen, but it was here, so I watched it. Mostly, it resembled one of those really, really stupid movies trying to pass itself off as a comedy, but in all honesty, it had it's moments. I don't think I'd watch it again, but it was okay.
Yesterday I (finally) watched Vera Drake. Now that was a good movie. I don't think everyone could enjoy it, just because it was so slow moving, but the cockney accents were terrific. I was so thoroughly impressed with it, and it wasn't at all the way I thought it would be.
Okay, so maybe I shouldn't be a movie critic. I'm so terrible at reviews, but honestly, it's just a blog that a handful of people read, it's not like I'm the only source of news for people. News being a term I throw around loosely.
Shit. It's way too early to talk about anything else. Early/late. Stupid work. Making me, uh, what's that word, dumb. That's okay, it'll make me spare you of any other boring events dans ma vie.
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"I've got a little bird. I'm gonna take her home, put her in a cage, and disconnect the phone"
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| Tuesday, June 13, 2006 |
| I Know It's Still A While Away But... |
I was thinking about Halloween today. All my friends are going as Team Zissou, except I know there isn't enough female characters for all of us to be part of it. So I was thinking of things I could do. One is properly re-do the evil Alice in Wonderland I attempted last year, but this year hang with my friend Amanda so that we can do the evil twin thing; me in black and red, her in black and pink.
Another one I really like is Diane Keaton a la Annie Hall. Anyone wanna be my Woody Allen?
That's pretty much as far as I thought. I'm not very creative.
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"Hey little apple blossom, what seems to be the problem? All the ones you tell your troubles to, they don't really care for you." |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 12:36 AM |
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| Friday, June 09, 2006 |
| Kisses and Tears, Brandy and Beers |
Those four words sum up what monday was like for me. It wasn't really a funeral, more of a going away party or family reunion. I think only one of my cousins didn't show up, but he's an ass so I don't care.
There was an unyielding wave of tears from the beginning of the funeral all the way to the burial. This didn't surprise me; my grandmama was an amazing women, she was loved by all who knew her. This was followed by comforting kisses, because that's what my family does. Then, when we get back to what is now refered to as "the" house, all of the sons and daughters sat inside and conducted their rather brief meeting. The details of this are unimportant except for the one thing that my mother had feared: they all came outside and congratulated her on her new house. My dad, being the genius he so rightly deserves to be, decided to buy my grandmamas home. I can't complain, i love the house; it's water front, it's retro, it's walking distance from beer, but another house is a big committment that, frankly, we can't afford. Needless to say, had we not been in public, I'm sure my mother would have ripped his balls clean off. To celebrate this new purchase, my uncle brought out my grandmama's brandy. We each had two shots which led us on our way to being thoroughly sloshed. After finishing the exhuberant amount of beer we found ourselves at 11pm with a considerably smaller group. What, oh what shall we do? I know! Send Nadia out for more beer! Excellent plan my drunken aunts and uncles, excellent plan.
So that's how death is played out in my family. On to other topics: I am thoroughly enjoying Oatmeal Crisp Triple Berry. I don't know what it is, maybe it's the foam berries or maybe it's the random maple taste, but it's de-licious.
I also can't get enough of The Boondock Saints. I've watched it so many times over the past two days. I think it's partially because I love Sean Patrick Flanery, and I want to have his babies, but that's neither here, nor there.
I'm a little pissed at the almost gone new girl at work. She quit on monday. This is good because I'm going to get more hours, but it's bad because I might not be able to go to Toronto on the 16th. So, people will be partying without me, which is fine, I just wanted to be there so I can get some sort of human contact that isn't in my own family tree. Jimmy Jimmy wants it to be a going away party for him. I didnt even know he was leaving. Call me a bad person, but I don't like him all that much. Granted I've only talked to him a couple of times, but I don't know what it is I don't like. He just gives me a bad feeling that's all. Maybe getting to know him better will change my opinion. I've at least got to give him a chance, eventhough I'm sure he wouldn't care whether I liked him or not.
So I think I've decided on an email address. But I won't say my decision yet. I need to create the account first. I do want to say that I seriously considered one that I didn't put up for voting: in.jack.we.trust. I would just like to end this on the note that Jack White is another man I would like to have babies with.
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"Find me a canary. A bird to bring my message home. Carry my obituary. This coffin doesn't have a phone." |
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| Saturday, June 03, 2006 |
| I Must Pull Myself Out Of This Slump |
I've been awake for more than 24 hours. Is it a bad sign that I'm not tired?
I can't sleep at night, and when/if I do finally fall asleep I have no urge to wake up. I slept for almost 15 hours the other day. This is just nonsense. And I'm being a douche; I can't project my emotions on to others, it's just not fair to them. There are people who depend on me to be stable, and I only just remembered that today. I can't let people who don't care get me down.
So, in an attempt to get back to happier yet still mediocre posts I have decided to get a new e-mail address. I've had the one I have since... 1998, I think. I'm pretty sure Eve6 released their first album in '98, and that is when I created my email address.
Now you are saying, "Yes, that's nice and all, but why the fuck should I care, dear?"
Well, you don't have to, but I do want an opinion. I can't decide what to have as my new address. I have a couple of ideas that I'm going to throw out there. Let me know which is the best.
lost.without.love eve6 feverdream midwives.crossingguards with.sexy.results 655321 music.is.my.bf 24leatherboundvolumesofevil eloquentgraffiti i.luv.hk47 shehoudini subwaypoetry Okay, so it's a long list, but there's so many clever possiblities, with the least being eve6 and the most 655321. I love all of them, please help me decide.
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| Thursday, June 01, 2006 |
| 2 In 1 Week, I'm Just So Tired |
Well, she's gone.
My grandmaman passed away this morning. No one woke me up to tell me, but there's not like there was anything I could do. She was my last grandparent. But really that doesn't matter; the fact that she's gone, that's what matters. She was the reason I wanted to learn french, so basically the only reason why I went to Glendon in the forst place. I just feel like... what's the point now? I guess I could speak in frech with other members of my family, but they speak english too, so I know I won't try. I'm considering not going to the For The Mathematics concert tonight, or to the Red Skies Over Paradise premiere tomorrow night. But really, what else is there for me to do? Sit and mope? My mother has already filled the hole with some temporary cleaning, my dad with anything he can find, my brother with work, but I'm off for the next 2 days. I don't have a prupose. I really shouldn't complain, afterall, I loved her, but she was my father's mother, he must be feeling worse than I.
I visited her in the hospital a few days ago. She told me I was a good girl and to keep being good, then held my hand as she tried to sleep. It's a pretty basic request. However, I don't think she's right. Don't ask me why, I just think she was saying something nice so I'd remember it, whether it was true or not. I still love her, so I appreciate it.
I think the hardest part is not loosing her, we all saw it coming, it's loosing her and my uncle all within a week. I it affects me then it must be doing quite a number on my poor aunt.
I can't type anymore. I don't want to think about this.
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