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Sunday, June 13, 2004
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dez and i have a wonderful hobby. we take photos of signs that we have enjoyed. it's kindof the coolest thing ever. today we journeyed to high river, and you wouldnt believe the bounty of signs to be found. they are far too magnificent to be described in a mere blog, so i will not attempt it. i do, however, recommend visiting high river on a sunday with a watchful eye. [note: beware of sidewalk graffitti.]
something i hate is nailpolish remover. its such a terrible product. useful for frequent-nail-painters, but terrible nonetheless. its the after-feel of nailpolish remover that makes it so unpleasant. i cant stand that sensation. theres just something about it that makes me honestly wish the ends of my fingers would disintegrate and i would be left with nothing but stubs. but i guess that would be like...the epitome of unfulfilled potential. wastefulness X 5.
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Peter took him [Jesus] aside and began to rebuke him." -Mark 8:32b oh, peter...you should have known better, friend. you just dont take Jesus aside and rebuke him. its one of those things that is just never done. kindof like eating icecream in the rain. who does that? noone.
RANDOM THOUGHT OF THE DAY: what would the world do without arrows? we'd never know which side was up.
LYRICS OF THE DAY: he knows it's just a fact to kill to survive/he's earning dollars when you're giving your life/let some poor soul work 3 hours a day/the world is over and i don't care/ -alone together, the strokes
i'm going to go not ignore my housemates. Posted at 07:36 pm by filthesheriff
Saturday, June 12, 2004
i am such a blog-neglecter. [that's as close to an apology as you're gonna get]
in other news, i'd like to announce that i am officially developing an unhealthy obsession with dinosaurs. they're the coolest thing to predate sliced bread. DINOSAURS. see, even the word is cool. anyway, for your information, it was my trip to the royal tyrell museum that sparked this new interest, and ever since then, dinos have been popping up all over the place. i mean, come on now, ive gone to drumheller twice in the past 4 weeks. also: you'd be shocked at the number of dino-inspired candies there are in the world. its absolutely fantastic. so yes. that is that.
random thought of the day: don't those MSN guys ever get dizzy?
candy of the day: Dino-sours
lyrics of the day: i walked with you/i talked with you/i still can't help thinking/your drugs bleeding/so sweet yet fleeting/my memories are sinking/i'm gonna tear/i'm gonna tear your walls down/ -into your hideout, pilate
word of the day: marked
realization: im looking forward entirely to the kids, and not at all the staff in summer next. this is probably for the best. camps a lonely place, even with the best of friends. its probably because everyones thrown together, and forced to be close, but you dont have the time to actually build up friendships and move into it gradually. i think thats okay. i figure 7-12s are better than 15-45s anyway. there's just something about an 8-year-old in a playground that makes you never want to talk to anyone who graduated elementary school ever again.
at least thats how i feel on the subject.
of partial relevance: dez is without internet access, and therefore cannot be held responsible for the lack of postings. in the meantime, you have my full consent to bombard her with so many annoying tagboard messages that she will be compelled to never ever ever leave again. ever.
yesterday this kid i know commented on my use of periods. i think thats just silly. i mostly just add them to the end of sentences, like the rest of the world. sure, i occassionally toss them in elsewhere just to mix things up a bit, but its nothing unheard of. ah well. some people just get a kick outta the strangest things.
school has nearly ended. one more day of classes, and i will leave some of you behind forever. or...you will leave me behind, because i am still going to be here, same as always. also, i feel stupid, because anyone who is reading this is not one of those doing the leaving. so, goodbye, wind.
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i'll never forget the way your shoes looked under that desk. i guess it's a strange way of saying it, but everything i want to remember of you was in those shoes at that moment, and i guess it's probably best if i don't talk anyway.
Posted at 03:16 pm by filthesheriff
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
theres just something about tomatoes that is supremely disgusting. i hate them. LOATHE. more than i loathe dust under a bed. more than i loathe the last skittle in the package that just happens to fall on the ground. more than both those things, i loathe tomatoes. they have their uses of course...theyre nice in ketchup and very well-blended sauces, and tomato soup. and of course, queen must have her tomato juice. but other than that...GROSS. oh, also those cherry tomatoes are okay cuz theyre good for throwing. but thats all. tomatoes ruin any good meal, just by being in chunks buried inside. i hate that. plus...theyre so durn ATTRACTIVE. very few vegetables look as nice as the tomato...all red and round and hanging nicely from the tomato plant. but cut it open, and its all over, man. the true nature of the tomato is revealed...slimy, green-red, seedy, disgustingness. i hate tomatoes.
i feel much better now.
anyway, this is my life...my incredibly overflowing life. and by overflowing, i dont mean with joy, though that is often the case...i mean with responsibilities. i got responsibilities comin' outta my ears. ive never used that expression before. anyway. responsibilities. simple-yet-excruciatingly-slow assignments, due thursday. also: bio test. also: math test. BUT! the end is in sight! before you know it, i will be free to galavant all i like around this cowtown. oh, thats right. COWER IN YOUR CORNERS, CALGARIANS! THE FIL WILL SOON BE SET FREE!!!!!!!! sometimes i speak of myself as if i were a hound or a dragon or something.
hey, something that makes unbearable people more bearable is when they date each other. cuz then, even though its kinda the grossest thing ever the think of them reproducing, its equally hilarious that two so perfectly awful would come together. hilarious and awesome. hahaha. dating.
word of the day: clasp
object of the day: yearbook planner, courtesy of jostens.
random thought of the day: other people are weird.
yrics of the day: if you find yourself caught in love/say a prayer to the man above/thank him for everything you know/you should thank him for every breath you blow/if you find yourself caught in love/say a prayer to the man above/thank him for every day you pass/you should thank him for saving your sorry ass/ -if you find yourself caught in love, belle & sebastian Posted at 06:07 pm by filthesheriff
Saturday, June 05, 2004
my dad has an interesting idea. imagine you are a japanese tourist visiting canada. you arrive by plane, with a basic knowledge of canadian culture, but it is your first visit. you think calgary would be a nice place to start, so here you are. you step out of the airport, suitcases in hand, and get into a cab. now, japan traffic is crazy, theres no doubt about it, but this is something new. its not too fast or wild or anything like that, no. its the people. red flags fly from every vehicle. horns honk constantly for no apparent reason. people hang out windows, shouting unintelligible chants. you hear whistles and shrieks all around you. the man in the car ahead of you is standing, his upper body poking out of the sunroof, his arms waving some sort of sign. as if this isnt strange enough, you look around at the folks in the cars, on the street, in the buses...and theyre all wearing the same thing. red jerseys with a flaming c. finally, you reach your hotel, walk in, and promptly cancel your reservations for the week. this town is just too bizarre, and you must admit, the locals seem rather dangerous.
such is life during playoffs.
on the bright side of things, i guess its nice that people are actually interested in something around here. not that its the most fascinating subject...not by a long shot. but i figure, baby steps. this year, the calgary flames. next year, startrek conventions. after awhile, theyre gonna run out of meaningless things to freak out over, and then, my friends, the population will be forced to pour out their time and money to a more worthy cause, such as education or homeless shelters or reducing greenhouse gas emissions. or something.
but thats probably just wishful thinking.
that said, i do hope the flames win, if for no other reason than the fact that i just do not want to live in the same city as 900 000 depressed hockey fans. it would just be bad news.
lyrics of the day: i concede that you were right about this place/i can make a perfect likeness of your body if i trace/i can hold you until you turn out the light/and i can't see/ -wrap your arms around me, the barenaked ladies
random thought of the day: i dont like orange plastic much.
word of the day: confusing. i think thts a wonderful word. my favourite part is the middle syllable. fyooz.
i think things would go much better for me sometimes if i just believed what i was told. i cant do it though. its part of that whole not-trusting thing that human beings have to work through. stupid, stupid.
thought: a nation declaring war on terrorism is kindof like me declaring war on drunk drivers. Posted at 08:32 pm by filthesheriff
Friday, June 04, 2004
sign of the day: Got Angst? [as seen in Indigo, above a table of books for teens]
word of the day: sun
quote of the day: "noone becomes infatuated with me from afar. unless they go for creepy types. then they would definitely be infatuated with me from afar." -dez
lyrics of the day: she said, "i know what it's like to be dead. i know what it is to be sad," and she's making me feel like i've never been born. -she said she said, the beatles
random thought of the day: it would be kindof interesting to put shingles on the inside of a house, dont you think? i bet its never been done.
i really like clapping in songs. im not talking applause...thats just annoying, EXCEPT at the end of laura laurent by bright eyes, cuz then its just cute. but single claps. at random moments. or carefully-chosen moments, it doesnt matter. just moments. with clapping. *clap*
today i experienced my first ride on a motorcycle, courtesy of the father o' dez. what a fun thing to do, really. the pad things inside the helmet kinda pushed my cheeks together, cuz i guess i have rather round and squishy cheeks. another thing about the helmet is its very heavy and it kinda moves your head a bit, rather than the other way around. oh well. the point is, motorbiking is super cool. im not too sure about the whole idea of driving around all these other cars and things that could squish you like a bug at any moment. that part is kindof unnerving if you think about it. but i am reminiscing of my huntsvillian days...dirtbiking around on the outskirts of town. if i ever move to the country, im buying me a dirtbike and tearing up the...fields. all. day. long.
something i just pointed out to queen is that -g- totally looks like a koala.
i got a really silly sunburn today. its bright red, which i guess is normal for sunburns. the only non-normal thing about this one is its only on my right shoulder. thats right. i am not even symmetrically burnt. ah well. it could be worse. it could be only the right half of my face. that would just be unpleasant.
you can save so much by simply buying no name frying pans.
something cool for the doing is playing in huge piles of tiny stones. i mean, yeah, you get incredibly dusty, but at least the dust applies itself in a speckle pattern. besides which, its nothing your common lawn sprinkler cant fix. or...something.
Posted at 09:30 pm by filthesheriff
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
lyrics of the day: the streets of hyde park are abandoned/she puts her books back in her bag/she wears a scarf to keep the cold out/she has a friend who says it's not that bad/ -different kind of heartache, nadine
random thought of the day: if i had a pen in my hand, and you were here, and your sleeves werent, id draw all over your arm, just for kicks.
word of the day: blue
quote of the day: "only the grass will survive!" -shouted triumphantly by biokid, on the effect of killing mice on the ecosystem.
today i took one gigantic step into the realm of complete and utter geekdom. thats right, brothers and sisters of the blog circle [oooh, that was creepy], i am the official owner of a Purple Translucent Calculator Case. thats right. it wasnt enough to give me Math Stoodent of the Month. oh no. they simply could not stop there. they had to up the humiliation by entering me [without my knowledge, i might add] into this twisted math-teacher-sponsored draw thing, and it seems i won. gone are the days of regular black calculator cases. thats right. my TI-83 PLUS can now graph in style, thanks to scarletts deranged math department. yippee!
12 more days till i never have to participate in bio20 or math20 or calm or french31A ever again. not including the exams.
in other news, the yearbooks have officially been delivered. i must say, im ultra-excited to see our contributions in print, mainly The French Club. what a brilliant invention, truthfully. we have officially gone where no scarlett drone has dared go before, and tampered with truth itself. thats right. add forgery of historical documents to our list of crimes. we're geniuses, or just absolutely idiotic, though im betting on a bizarre combination of both.
this post is dumb because its all about school.
oh well, thats what i have on my mind these days. the end is so near, and yet...so far away. hehehe, who am i kidding? I CAN PRACTICALLY TASTE IT. haha. im such a dork.
i'd just like to say that, although i was previously neutral on the subject, my mother recently acquired the Is This It? album by the strokes for yours truly, and i love it. thats right. love. and i dont love many things. [that's a lie.]
Posted at 07:10 pm by filthesheriff
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
convo of the day:
[fil and calmkid sit in calm class, "working" steadily away at portfolios and such. ck pinches the flabby flesh part of fils upper arm. does not let go.]
fil: what are you doing?
ck: [pause] i sometimes like to judge a persons character by their body fat ratio.
fil: [blinks] oh.
ck: you're doing alright.
and you guys think im making this up.
Posted at 08:37 am by filthesheriff
Monday, May 31, 2004
lyrics of the day: hold me when i'm here/right me when i'm wrong/hold me when i'm scared/and right me when i'm wrong/everything i am, and everything in me/wants to be the one you wanted me to be/ -when i'm gone, 3 doors down
object of the day: seashells
word of the day: crate
random thought of the day: the thing to do with cardboard boxes is either to flatten them out, or tear them to bits.
id just like to point out that i am excessively weak right now. i dont know why. im like...limp. physically, i mean. the only things that have energy are my fingers, and even then, its only the distal ends.
id also like to say that, although i am slightly left of center on the political spectrum, i in no way approve of these modern ideas of liberalism. im so the opposite of politically correct, youd barely believe it. another thought on the idea of political correctness: theres no such thing as a PC Christian, as far as i can tell. the two are rather contradictory terms.
hey, something thats so dumb is you have to BUY cheques. what a stupid thing to have to pay for. though i guess they give you the first batch free, dont they? it most obviously does not pay to be a big spender.
so i was thinking that the best thing to do with a spare million dollars that you might have lying around is to buy a SAILBOAT, and SAIL away. just get a little crew and a little sailboat and a little food and maybe a scrabble board, and go for it. you dont even need the scrabble letters, cuz you can make your own by cutting up pieces of cereal boxes and scratching the letters into them with knives. oh, also add knives to the list of necessary supplies. ive always wondered if necessary had 2 c's or not. come on, dictionary fiends, educate me.
a funny term for sex is "the sexual act". i think its funny, anyway.
the problem with the word "i" is you have to do special effects on it so people will know where to put the emphasis. you cant just capitalize it like a regular word. i hate that.
Posted at 08:37 pm by filthesheriff
Sunday, May 30, 2004
dont i feel wonderful?
yesterday i did my hair for the first time in about 2 months. and by do, i mean put some sort of hair product in, blowdry, and pat into place with fingers. except yesterday i went WAY into the realm of girliness and wore a headbandy-thing. it was very cute, if i do say so myself. today i skipped the headband but attempted the whole 'do' thing, and failed miserably. i should have seen this coming. tomorrow->back to the fil-norm of wash & dry.
wow, what a silly thing to write about.
i hate pranks. i hate pranks more than a freedom-fighter hates a repressive government. i hate pranks more than a hemophiliac hates football. i hate pranks more than any other supposedly harmless thing in the world. i just do. dont ask my why. theres just something about a prank that i cant stand. i get very, very angry when people play them. i get even angrier when people play them on me. i hate pranks.
that said, i think toilet-papering a room is a lovely thing to do...not so much as a prank, but more for decorative purposes.
today was Teen Sunday. its kindof painfully humourous that i was not informed. ah well. im glad it was Teen Sunday. it makes me laugh when a few kids play some moderately loud rock tunes and an adult makes a comment about all the "heavy metal". hehe. see, its still funny, even now. oh, adults. i cant wait to be one of you.
decision: i will be the best adult ever.
and by 'best', i mean 'best by my standards', which are entirely different from the rest of the world's.
and so...
word of the day: foodservice
random thought of the day: if i could have any shoes just magically be extremely comfortable and mine, i would choose bright red pumps, because...well...i think it would be funny if i had bright red pumps.
lyrics of the day: and i find myself just living for today/cuz i dont know what tomorrows gonna bring/so no matter if i rise or fall/ill never be alone/ -nothing compares, third day Posted at 06:58 pm by filthesheriff
Saturday, May 29, 2004
here i am.
thats one of the sentences i like most. i know why i like it, but its hard to explain. if you say it out loud, you can probably understand whats so nice about it. simple, yet...important. a sort of confession, a sort of declaration, a sort of realization. a sort of invitation. ive always liked it, and then i found it was also in isaiah 6, which is a great bit of writing that makes you humble enough to say that little sentence, most of the time. something else in those words, "here i am"...something nearly desperate, nearly despairing, but not quite. something nearly spent. maybe just the realization that you just cant do anything alone. or maybe i dont know what to say because i dont know any of the words. or maybe the words just havent been invented, because its not so much of a head thing anyway.
i get strange on weekends, because i have time to think or not think.
i keep telling myself i like my sister, but im beginning to become more and more suspicious that im lying. i told my mom i was tired of her today. my mom told me, in all her motherly wisdom, that they had been tired of me once, too. thanks, ma. anyway, i knew that already. the point is, i have this weird idea that she should respect me or something, and she doesnt, and it bothers me. id be more okay with this if she werent around so much, but for some reason she is, all the time. i should probably do something nice for her, but i think ill just retreat to my cave instead, and leave her to wage her hormone-inspired wars without my presence. yes, that is best, in terms of my general health and safety, anyway.
hey, wouldnt it be cool if you were a tree, but not just any tree...wouldnt it be cool if you were a tree that was somehow taller than a lighthouse? lemme tell you, if you were that tree, id be a grey squirrel, and id spend many hours among your boughs, poking holes in all your leaves, and also scaring away sparrows.
word of the day: hands
random thought of the day: towels. the best kind of towels are old ones that are wearing a little thin, and arent quite so soft anymore. you know those sorts of towels have got character.
object of the day: blue-green marker by laurentien
lyrics of the day: son/you'd better take it all/they'll tell you what they know/but they won't show/oh/i've got something in my throat/i need to be alone/while i suffer/ -way to fall, starsailor Posted at 09:56 pm by filthesheriff
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