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Saturday, June 26, 2004
i'd never noticed the jingle bells
Lyrics of the Day: we'll be decked in all black/slamming the pit fantastic/officer friendly's little boy's got a mohawk/and he knows just where we're coming from/it's industrial/work it underground/ -underground, ben folds five
Word of the Day: freedom [yelled loudly and with vigour]
Random Thought of the Day: i am the next enrique inglesias. [i can be your hero, baby.]
packing is a wonderful thing. its both exciting and relaxing. i like unpacking too. laying all your things out, finding places for them. im kindof psychotic that way, considering that i am not anything that would be considered orderly. aside from books and desks. i hate messy books and desks. and cds. yes, im psychotic for sure.
another thing: i love constuction paper. its one of the most pleasing paper products out there. except for one thing, and that is when you don't have the colour you want. drives me crazy, that lack of colour selection. i also hate it when you've had a package for awhile and eventually all you have left are the cream-coloured pages, with a few greens and browns thrown in. that is truly a sad and depressing package of contruction paper. nobody wants to flip through something like that. nobody.
anyway, i have butterflies in my stomach, which is a stupid expression, cuz wouldnt you just have to vomit then? especially if they were monarchs, which we've already established are toxic when eaten. and when not eaten too, except it doesnt matter in that situation, cuz theyre not in you. but butterflies. im nervous and excited and giddy and thrilled and i like to stretch, which is lucky, cuz it usually takes more than just stretching to make people happy, but not me. anyway, im all over the place today, and so now im going to go be all over another place. goodbye forever and a day, frequenters of here.
Posted at 04:03 pm by filthesheriff
Friday, June 25, 2004
realization of the day: although we may be pro at writing sunday-school versions of popular glamrock classics, dez and i should never, ever, EVER attempt collaborative poetry. ever. and if we do, we should most certainly not present it to someone as a sign of our affection.
lyrics of the day: wait there, i'll be right back/down in times square, it's a heart attack/all the feeling makes you feel so new/trees fall and so do men/even the walls start caving in/and you feel like there's no pretend for you/ -falling, ben kweller
word of the day: cake
random thought of the day: to me, everything's a dinosaur.
okay, what is up with bus signs? i mean, come on now, lets be reasonable...you're at a c-train station. you see a bus sign by the curb with the number 52 on it. you wait by the sign. would you not expect that bus number fifty-two would eventually come along? but no, turns out #5-2 arrives in the lower parking lot at an unmarked location near the sidewalk. now lets say you have a wedding cake with you. and lets say the day is very warm. and let's say that, because of the misplaced signs, you were waiting for the numeroh fifty two-oh for a very long time. what do you think would happen to your wedding cake? if you think the icing would melt and sag down at the bottom into a hideous sort of puddle thing, youd be right. and you can trust me on this, i know. i even have witnesses. as for the reasons why someone like me would be carrying a wedding cake outside in the heat at a bus stop...id say those are entirely irrelevant. and...confidential. and not to be revealed by any of those persons who might be privy to such info. so NO TELLAGE.
today is friday. tomorrow is saturday. the day next is sunday, which is also the day that i leave and NEVER SEE ANY OF YOU EVER AGAIN. but only if by never i mean august, and by again i mean then. if that made any sense at all.
hmv advertisements are never allowed to look like anyone i know. and if they do, noone is ever allowed to point it out to me. it creeps me out like nobodys business. [who is this "nobody"? and what sort of "business" does he/she/it have that is so creepy? nobody knows. ...crap.]
i seriously wish i had little brothers just so i could steal their toys. boys get all the cool stuff. action figures, water guns, light sabres, hot wheels...the list goes on, my friends. the list goes on.
Posted at 11:12 pm by filthesheriff
Thursday, June 24, 2004
lyrics of the day: if you come back, i"ll take you to the garden/and we'll dance to an orchestra on the lawn/and we'll roll in the foggy dew/and dance with the ghosts upon the dawn/ -to you i bestow, mundy
object of the day: one of those pencils that were all the rage back in grade 3...you know the ones with the little plastic pieces that you pull out and move to the back when the lead runs out? i love those pencils, even though theyre a terrible waste of non-renewable resources.
word of the day: broken
random thought of the day: theres something grotesque about those big containers of vaseline, but somehow the little mini ones are almost cute. someone please explain this to me.
so, this is me free. WEEE. [heh heh, rhymes.] examination numero 8-oh is complete. next on my list of things to do is...nothing! except...packing and laundry and phone-talking with dez. and possibly eating, but that ones kindof a given.
something that i seriously have to do is stop getting sick for no reason. it made sense back in the day when i was all sleep-deprived and driven mad by ridiculous others, but at this point in my life i have absolutely no excuse. ive been sleeping in, spending lots of good quality time by myself, the weather is nice...basically i should be in tip top condition. somehow it didnt work out that way. im actually appalled at myself for being so dumb as to get ill at such an inopportune moment. plus, I HAVE NO APPETITE. its sickening, really.
dying one's hair pink is possibly the coolest pastime ever.
one thing about this little hobby of mine, www.blogdrive.com, is that whenever i ask questions, noone answers. well, queen does, of course, but she visits so rarely that my poor little mind is always left empty and wondering. i should probably start sending my inquiries to her via canada post, though that is a rather unreliable method. all i can do is sigh.
good day to you, dear interweb.
Posted at 01:35 pm by filthesheriff
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Lyrics Of The Day:
So I drift into the air like a moth to light
Down the boulevard to the coffee shop
In the land of song, in the land of waits
My pen is bearing down on this lovely town
I never seem to write them down as good as him
Like I somewhere lost the keys that let me in
-I've Been Waiting, Sixpence None The Richer
Random Thought Of The Day:
A million pencils could not illustrate how I feel right now.
Word Of The Day:
ultimate
I have this strange idea that has been slowly forming inside of my head for over 2 years now. It's a very odd idea, in the sense that it's entirely foreign to everything my particular culture believes. I'm entirely convinced it's true, though I haven't absorbed it into all my living yet. I think that may take me the rest of my life to do. The idea is this: In order to fully become everything that I can possibly be, I have to give up any ownership of myself. Not personality...personality is a keeper. But the notion that I am somehow entitled to my own time, abilities, money, etc. That has to go. And once I get rid of that, I will be free to acheive sooper-awesome things. It's a tough way to live, but hey, I'd rather be cryin' free than smilin' chained. But that's just me.
So, the countdown continues. My stress level is at a 6 out of 10, which is pretty good. Tomorry morn I am performing a fantabulous examination o' piano, which should be fun. Or...not. I hate performing musically. Anyway, 10 months of preparation for 30 minutes of ridiculous torture. But I exaggerate.
The following day is a celebration like none other, in honour of our very own Queen. The festivities shall continue for many hours, in a manner quite suited to our Orange Monarch. I must say, I am looking forward to it immensely. I must also say, I sincerely wish that there were another word for "day". If there is, and I'm just completely ignorant, please let me know.
Hey, when people you've long left behind suddenly send you a letter, don't you kindof feel like they must be ghosts?
Posted at 10:38 pm by filthesheriff
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
today i am rusty and in need of oiling. every time i keep any body part in the same position for more than a few minutes, i have difficulty moving. this happens for a few days every once in awhile. i actually should have seen it coming because while downtown yesterday i was walking all like i had arthritis or i was a robot or something. but i think it should be over in a few days. just in time for chocolate pudding wars.
a good thing to play with at all hours are balloons because a) you can use up as much or as little energy as you want and b) they're a really quiet thing to play with, unless they pop, in which case the sound is over so quick that even if you wake someone, they wont know what happened anyway.
my dad thinks these things about my marriage: 1) he should pick the groom and 2) we should most definitely elope, but maybe tell him when so he can keep my husband-to-be on his toes. [not literally.]
i think he realizes that arranged marriage is not always the best option though. his parents would never have chosen my mother, for example.
hey so, blogfiends-> i am leaving you soon. it was pointed out to me that i have only 6 days until the start of my employment. im leaving 1 day early, though, so that makes it f i v e . this is wonderful news for me, cu im excessively happy to be going. as for you...well, you'll probably just have to struggle along with out me. i think you'll possibly do alright.
lyrics of the day: no matter what we get out of this/i know we'll never forget/ -smoke on the water, deep purple
word of the day: ring
random thought of the day: you always expect juiceboxes to have transparent straws, but occassionally they are opaque.
in other news, the roses are most definitely in bloom. Posted at 10:11 pm by filthesheriff
Monday, June 21, 2004
i don't like birthdays.
i would actually really like to be a greeting card company. just me and dez with occassional queen-inspiration, cuz she's very good at getting us out of ruts. after all, the best things about any holidays are the cards that go along with it. that, and the discount candy. and i really dont think i should get into the candy business. that would have horrific consequences. so, cards it is. they will all be made by hand, of course, and will sell for $1.00 each. one dollar canadian, that is, or approximately sixty-eight cents US. mmhmm. but actually, i wouldnt want to sell them, so nevermind. i will just collect them for years until i have a giant heap which i will jump into leaf-style and then set ablaze with a wooden match. but get out of the pile first so as not to scorch myself.
its very windy right now. i hope tree branches sail.
something that i wish were socially acceptable is to accept a piece of ginger beef from someone, and then walk away without saying a word. cuz thats what id do.
lyrics of the day: oh, my ex says i'm lacking in depth/say i will try my best/you say you wanna stay by my side/darling your head's not right/i see alone we stand, together we fall apart/yeah, i think i'll be alright/i'm working so i won't have to try so hard/tables, they turn sometimes/oh someday/i ain't wasting no more time/ -someday, the strokes
convo of the day: [fil and father o' fil drive home. fil rambles about the latest exploits of the fil/dez conglomerate]
father o' fil: you two are twisted.
fil: we're not twisted, we're interesting.
fof: interestingly twisted.
f: we have interesting twists.
fof: you're twisteresting.
random thought of the day: i spend the majority of my life being thirsty.
oh, thunder. Posted at 10:34 pm by filthesheriff
Sunday, June 20, 2004
so a couple weekends ago dez gave me this little mini notepad thing. its bright blue and coiled and on the front it has the word "velociraptor" and also a drawing of what i guess is a dinosaur. it's face is very evil looking, with lots of sharp teeth and a glary-eye, and it appears very, very angry. the body, however, is bright yellow with sortof leopard spots all over it, and so the whole tough look kinda fell through. all in all its a very silly dino. so dez pulls it out of her purse and hands it to me and says, "this is you in dinosaur form". dez always sees right through me, like a piece of cellophane.
okay, so this is my question: if a person shaves her head, is she liable to grow back hair in an entirely new way? like...suddenly curly or red or something? or both? if anyone has any experience in this department, please, enlighten me.
one day last summer, as i flew to ontariario, i talked with a boy who is maybe a man, and he remarked on how explicit sexual literature/photographs/videos were said to be "for adults" and contain "mature themes". we both agreed that is ridiculous. what's so mature about watching other people have sex? and why does being an adult give a person permission to behave like a child? theres just nothing manly about maxim.
hey, so, it being fathers day and all, id just like to point out that my dad is my most preferred human, not always for company, but definitely for quality.
1, 2, 3, *awwwww*. come on, say it with me now.
today i dressed up in a mascot costume and gave out balloons. yes, this IS something i do on my spare time. Posted at 03:10 pm by filthesheriff
Friday, June 18, 2004
lyrics of the day: how you feeling now, living with the crown/look at her and say youve been let down/the sun shone, the wind cried, so long, goodnight/by the book or by the gun, there's fear inside of everyone/ -telling them, starsailor
word of the day: flat. as in tire. as in deflated.
random thought of the day: birds get all the coolest toys. birds and babies.
so this is what i think: if people evolved from some sort of early primate-type thing, same as chimps and monkeys and gorillas and all those other fellows we're said to have shared ancestors with, then the concept of morality is possibly the biggest joke in all of creation...err...evolution. if im nothing other than an animal, should i not be guided by nothing other than animal instinct? that would make sense. so. animal instinct it is. what does that entail? first off, survival of the fittest is kindof a basic principle here. to obey the natural tendencies of any self-respecting organism would mean leaving all those who are too old, too weak, too stupid, too fat, too slow, too poor in the dust. not to mention anyone who happened to have a physical disability. hey, if youre not fit enough to survive on your own, then youre not, well, fit to survive. theres no place for compassion in the animal kingdom. second, there is the issue of violence. my guess is that the black widow spider doesnt have any qualms whatsoever with offing her mate once shes done with him, and if we're just fellow creatures on this crazy planet called earth, why shouldnt we do the same? it would sure put a quick end to the rising divorce rate. speaking of which, sexual behaviour would be transformed, if only everyone considered themselves to be the animals they really are. all this ridiculous talk about cheating on your partner would have to stop, because...is the desire to reproduce not entirely natural? following my animal nature would mean having sex with every willing candidate i was attracted to, really. monogamy would become a non-word. and hey, as long as we're on the whole having-sex-with-whoever-you-want-is-entirely-natural theme, why not toss in some rape and abuse for added flavour. its normal, isnt it? people just happen to have this thing called sex drive, and hey, if they cant find a willing partner, you cant blame them for grabbing the nearest fellow beast that happens to be roaming the earth. having a legal system is ridiculous, and really doesnt make much sense, considering that we're all just doing what feels right to our animal selves anyway. besides, who's to say what is and what isnt acceptable behaviour? we're animals, for (pardon the expression) goodness' sake. personally, i think all you humans out there who are still clinging to the whole right/wrong idea should really get over it. this is the 21st century we're living in here.
my Excessive Sarcasm Alarm is flashing angrily at me. its okay, little red light, i promise to stop and make up for my bad behaviour with lots and lots of those marshmallow strawberry things, just for you. and possibly for anyone i may have offended. but not likely. i rarely apologize for these sorts of things.
as for highschool, im not done yet. fortunately, theyre giving me this wonderful 2 month furlough, just to be nice. actually, its so they have time to replace all the Learning Enforcement Officers who so conveniently chose to leave our particular government institution. [run, little teacher, run! get out while you still can! quick, go! save yourself!!!]
i miss dez. she always vanishes like this, and do i know where to find her? of course not. ive said it before and ill say it again: i am no hunter. huntress. whatever. i like hunter better. i hate those femalized terms. they always seem so cheap to me.
hey, today is all sunny and stuff.
Posted at 04:42 pm by filthesheriff
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
lyrics of the day: today was a strange day/i meant what i said/today was the first day i looked ahead/and if i could be what you want me to be/would you let me down/stop driving me into the ground/ -miles away, the verve pipe
random thought of the day: sometimes i wish i could just be all pink nailpolish and lipstick, and noone would ever dare touch me, and my hair all curls, id walk by on my super-high heels and wave my purse at a cab, and everyone would know my name, but nobody would know my mind. ever.
word of the day: microphone
my blogging has been so wacky. hahahah, i just said wacky. thats a great word, and so under-used. kindof like superior. "she was quite wacky, in a superior way." hahaha. wonderful.
anyway, back to reality. sortof. i officially have 10 days remaining in the fabo city that i occassionally refer to as home, and then i'm off to the alternate universe that is Pine Lake Camp. i bet its a real shocker to you all to learn that it is, indeed, situated right next to Pine Lake. i can almost hear you gasp. In these next diez days, i have such a huge number of responsibilities to look after, you wouldnt believe. i am not going to list them for your enjoyment. however, if you would really like a detailed summary, id be pleased to provide one, in exchange for lots and lots of jelly beans. no black ones though, please. or yellow. or green. what i will do is provide for you a new top 5.
Top Five Things Fil Loves About Camp
1) Moving In. I just love this part. Everyone's all new and nervous and excited, and you unpack all your stuff, and set up your bed, and get that new-room feeling that everyone loves, and the cabins don't even smell too bad at that point. Yeah, moving in is great fun.
2) Canteen. No sugar-fix is more rewarding that those at camp. Plus, the canteen is all nice and air-conditioned, with bonus cool things like bracelets and shirts. Believe me when I tell you that no chocolate bar tastes sweeter, no can of pop is more refreshing, and no freezie cools you down like those at the canteen. i actually suspect they deprive us of sugar in our diets just so we will get a craving and buy lots of junk. but the truth is...i dont mind. its worth it, man. its worth it.
3) Night. The lack of light pollution combined with wide open fields and skies that seem bigger in Alberta than anywhere else make for a fantastic sight. also: i have a theory that there are more shooting stars when youre at camp. i see so many there. [something that is also fun but mildly dangerous: rolling down the grassy hill in the dark. its fairly safe, except when you do things like hit rocks, which of course i would never be stupid enough to do.]
4) Days off. There's just something about getting 8 consecutive hours of sleep that makes everything nicer. something thats also true is that camp is always sunny and warm on days off, when youre free to bathe in air-conditioned comfort, and not play outdoor games.
5) Petting Zoo. Llamas, ducks, calves, dogs, horses, goats, and pigs. who wouldnt be thrilled?
so, i couldnt help but notice that i have been so utterly alone the past couple days. with the sister-kids in class, and the parents attending work...and all other friends o' fil occupied with their own exam-related issues, i have found myself in the company of 2 birds and a dog for most of my hours. its kindof really cool. i need the time alone. something else that ive noticed is im so content to not have to talk to anyone. i kindof get annoyed when im forced into contact with other humans. highschool does that to ya. so i figure this is a much needed vacation, if not from work, at least from everything else.
that said, im tired of not seeing dez and queen. WHERE ARE YOU GUYS???? stupid question. theyre at home, same as me. except their homes are not in the same place as mine. i figure i can survive without anyone else, as long as i get a dose of her royal upness and the dezmented one every couple days. couple as in 2.
i will leave. i will leave and go downstairs. i will leae and go downstairs to study math. i will also be sure to set my alarm clock. i will also be sure to leave. goodbye.
Posted at 09:28 pm by filthesheriff
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
some days i think that i must be in love. actually, im fairly certain that i am. its kindof the only explanation, really. why else would i be like i am? people describe what a person is like when they're in love, and i have all the symptoms. i find my thoughts wondering to that which i love, and i feel giddy, my toes curl, my heart beats faster. im restless, i cant stop smiling. i want to hug the whole world and dance outside in the sun and talk and talk all day about the object of my affections. i want to laugh and cry and jump up and down really fast. i want to sit quietly forever and sing a million love songs. i want to never have to think about anything else ever again. i figure that must be love.
i know youre all wondering what im talking about. theres no knight in shining armour come to sweep me off my feet and ride into the sunset. there isnt even some pathetic teenager shuffling his way into my life with valentines and conversation hearts. there isnt anyone at all. there is just me, and all the rest of the world, and the people walking around on it, and the air and the trees and the grass and my birds chirping behind me, and im absolutely crazy about it. and so i guess that means im in love with the one behind it all...cuz what gift is more dazzling than the whole world? and who wouldnt blush to receive something like that? theres a reason they call us the Bride of Christ.
and that, my friends, is the coolest thing i know about.
Posted at 03:56 pm by filthesheriff
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