Monday, December 31, 2001
Sunday, December 30, 2001
FUCKING AWSOME page layout, all thanks to the tallents of King Mike. It's so nice to finally have a somewhat 'Decent' place to call Home, sort of... And that DAMNED Scottish guy has finally shut his trap, it got real annoying hearing it every time I opened the page, so Good Ridance. As for the New logo... I absolutely Love it, and so what if it 'SOMEWHAT RESEMBLES' A Fucking Swastika, If you are that Fucking worried about it, then I have this message for you... "PISS OFF, YOU JEWISH BASTARDS", this goes especially for Josh, who lives in a hut, in the bush, sorta buy the railroad tracks, sorta.
(1) Worse than going on a date with a 'Dumptruck'
(2) I'd rather Fuck 'George'
(3) So - So
(4) Highly reccomended
(5) Compareable to 3 blowjobs at once -Amazing-
Along Came a Spider: Good story, suspense (3)
Blow: Well I was dissapointed caus I mistook it for porn (3)
Dr. Doolittle 2: Well it's doolittle (4)
Enemy at the gates: Great Shooting film based in russia WW2 (4)
Final Fantasy: Had NOTHING to do with the game(s) Good graphics though (4)
Green Day, Int superhits: Well it's good old green day (5)
Jurassic park 3: Absolute SHIT, They went for graphics (2)
Legally Blonde: Arrgh, my eyes are burning... dissapointing (1)
Lord of the Rings: This is gonna be one of the greats (5)
Monsters Inc.: It was geared for the younger crowd (3)
Pearl Harbour: Excellent; Graphics, Storyline and Action, all there (5)
Planet of the Apes: Good until the ending (4)
Rush Hour 2: Very funny, and a good story line as well (4)
Scarry Movie 2: This one was Really cheezy and not nearly as funny as the first (2)
Shrek: This movie is funny as hell, and an excelent soundtrack (5)
These reviews are based on my opinion and my opinion only... Use at your own risk.
I know there are more but I'll do those later.
Well, those Fuckers in the Middle east just won't stop. Currently we have Osama 'who sucks his mamas tits' Binladen running around like a slipery weasel blowing Shit up, we have the everlasting battle for jerusalem 'Dumbshits', and now even Fucking India and Packistan are going at it, and the scarry thing is they have Nuclear capability, I mean their people live in woden boxes which makes Josh's hut look nice, and yet they have the money and resources to build weapons of mass destruction, go figure. President Bush is currently planning to blow up the Entire Middle East so they're not in any kinda danger, Hmmmm Genocide, that reminds me of the infestation that's hitting pretty close to home, I'm beginning to like the term Genocide more and more every day. Maybe we do have the right logo... Well that pretty much sums up World News for to day.
!!!Dissregard the other post like this one!!!
Saturday, December 29, 2001
Tuesday, December 25, 2001
Wednesday, December 19, 2001
Uh oh yeah.... and the site is now being hosted on my computer again. It shouldn't be any slower than before.... Windows XP has done wonders for my connection speed. It will be hosted on there until I find a good FREE host that supports PHP!
Monday, December 17, 2001
PS yeah I've gotten a few complaints from people who use retardedly low resolutions about this layout. Don't worry, soon it'll look just right on your puny 320 x 240 resolution monitor. Gah.
Saturday, December 15, 2001
There are so many things running in my room, that about 3/4 of the electric bill is just outta there alone. I don't need any heater in my room, because all the electronics and computers and shit always running keeps it warm. And of course, my room always hums. Yep it hums like a motherfucker and I have gotten so used to it that I can't sleep without it. So when the power went out, the hum was gone, and also my body felt all the static electricity sucked out of it. Yeah, that's what I get for living with so many electronics.
So I wake up and my room is pitch black and deathly silent, with the wind making a hell of a noise outside. I was pissed off and went back to bed, I didn't have to wake up until 7. Well somehow I woke up at 7 without an alarm clock (my biological clock seems to function normally without the damn 60hz hum I would hear all the time) but my room was still pitch black. So I turn on my laptop screen and.... listen to this.... I use my fucking laptop screen as a flashlight to find all my clothes and shit!!! Oh the ways technology has benefitted me! So yeah I used the laptop in the bathroom to get ready, and the damn thing nearly ran out of batteries as I was messing my hair up to the point where it looked freaky enough. Damn thing.
Well right now the power is back, but I have no fucking internet. When the power went out my ISP got fucked up in some way or another and my cable modem is blinking those 2 lights that all Shaw @home users are used to, and I felt the need to go to Shaw offices and defecate in their lobby. My internet access still isn't back, and I am writing this on an old shitty AMD-450 with only 256 megs of ram, a 15 inch shit monitor, and the operating system that does not deserve to be called an operating system, Windows 98. Did I mention I'm on a 56k modem? (that enjoys really running at 14.4k?)
I don't know when my connection will be back, but shit this sucks. I feel like a fucking caveman using dialup. So yeah I won't be on ICQ or any other thingies until Shaw gets their shit together. Bye.
Friday, December 14, 2001
Today, I was pissed off because of how my school was like the only one that was in session in surrey! :O Also... people don't know how to fucking walk in my school. It's like driving on the streets of India. (not trying to be racist) On most of the roads in India, people can drive wherever they want... and the rules of driving have not been inforced. (that's what I have heard from people who used to live there) I wish people would learn to walk though... if you are walking down a hall, can you please keep to the right of the direction that you are walking in. (Or, you can follow the general crowd) Also, if you are going to walk in the right direction... make sure you walk at a moderate pace.. Don't be a jackass and walk 2km/hr. There is nothing worse than being caught behind someone who is walking like a fucking grandma. Another thing... if you decide that you are NOT going to walk slow... then don't walk so fast that you are walking into people. I had some little shit crash into me when I was walking up the stairs. I mean... fuck! When you are walking up the stairs... you should be walking.. and NOT running. Please remember to not enter into peoples personal spaces even if you are standing around waiting for a ride home. Today, I was waiting in the glass corridor. I was standing by the window... and some little fucks decided they'd hang out behind me... then they started pushing each other around.. and one of them flew into me. I've never seen someone run like their life depended on it after I dealt with them. Yes... you got it... I am NOT in a good mood right now. Thank you and goodbye.
Tuesday, December 11, 2001
I need you all to do a big favor for me, do a search on your computer for anything slurrey-related. You do that by clicking on the start menu and choosing "find" or "search". Usually anything found will be from your temporary internet files folder.
Here is some examples of search phrases to use while looking:
"dsc" (field trip images)
"rm" (slurrey show)
Also try "chad", "mc rae", "mike" or any other name of a slurrey staff member.
There will be a prize to whoever recovers the most files for us! A very GOOD prize!
Monday, December 10, 2001
Anyone want to contribute to the "save slurrey" fund? I'm accepting donations now? If you see a bum downtown with a coin cup in one hand and a busted hard drive in the other, begging for some spare change, you'll know who it is.
Sunday, December 09, 2001
Thursday, December 06, 2001
Canadians: Please divert your course 15 degrees to the South to avoid a Collision.
Americans: Recommend you divert your course 15 degrees to the North.
Canadians: Negative. You will have to divert your course 15 Degrees to the South to avoid a collision.
Americans: This is the Captain of a US Navy ship. I say again, divert YOUR course.
Canadians: No. I say again, you divert YOUR course.
Americans: THIS IS THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER USS LINCOLN. THE SECOND LARGEST SHIP IN THE UNITED STATES ATLANTIC FLEET. WE ARE ACCOMPANIED BY THREE DESTROYERS, THREE CRUISERS AND NUMEROUS SUPPORT VESSELS. I DEMAND THAT YOU CHANGE YOUR COURSE 15 DEGREES NORTH, I SAY AGAIN, THAT'S ONE FIVE DEGREES NORTH, OR COUNTERMEASURES WILL BE UNDERTAKEN TO ENSURE THE SAFETY OF THIS SHIP.
Canadians: We are a lighthouse. Your call...
Wednesday, December 05, 2001
Tuesday, December 04, 2001
But anyhoo I have a million projects due, and next week I have one or more final exams EVERY FUCKING DAY OF THE WEEK. I obviously won't be posting for the next week and a half until the 15th. So all you other slurrey staff members, post something! :Q
I decided to post today not because I had something to tell you all... because I thought that this site hasn't been updated since Nov. 27th! *gasps!* I did some pretty cool things last weekend! Yet, I really can't tell you all about it.. because... well, lets just say... I don't want certain people to read it. :) Good job! I hope to have some more fun times! Now, as for this Slurrey field trip, it's still a go... I hope! I really am not excited for the holidays... as I will be working most of them and the most important thing about holidays is family.. and that will be gone. So, maybe this idea will cheer me up. LoL... isn't it sad when you know you need to be cheered up? (don't laugh!) How would you guys like to be working on the 23rd, 24th, and the 26th!? LOL! I don't mind it, but, whatever!
Tuesday, November 27, 2001
Wow so many fucked up things have happened in the last few days.... I'm going fucking crazy!
As for this little field trip that I'm planning... The invitation is an open one. I welcome everyone to be a part of the experience. There is one thing... I am very sad that I am going to have a crappy Christmas. I will be probably home alone and babysat most of the time by family friends. (they are going to check up on me... or I will have to end up going there.) I have to work on the 23rd, 24th, and the 26th. Not much of a holiday. So, my proposal is Christmas Cheer 2001. I'm not too sure if I wish to disclose all of the events that will be happening. It will be happening mid December. If nobody wishes to attend, then I will be going with Debbie and people from Skank Hurt. Here are some details about where it will be, it will be in Vancouver and it will be outdoors. Then afterwards, we might go drinking or something. It should be a fun evening. I will let you more know when I finish drawing up the final plans.
Monday, November 26, 2001
Well, I saw some wierd shit while flipping through old copies of Maxim, so I'm gonna post it!
HOW TO CHEAT A DRUG TEST
"One day your buddy breaks out his nitrogen-cooled hookah and packs a bowl of fresh greens. Of course you don't inhale... You're a nice Canadian snowboarder and just happen to be in the room. A week later you're tested and your medal gets yanked. Yeah, we think it's a little harsh, too.
'In a job situation, people should be judged on their skills,' says president of Test Clear, who specializes in beating drug tests. 'If someone's strung-out and can't get their work done, then it's obvious they'll be fired anyway.' Most drugs aren't a concern: Cocaine burns through your system (and your wallet) in a matter of days; ecstacy, acid, and 'shrooms require expensive tests. And if you're hooked on heroin, how do you still have a job? By a cruel twist of fate, pot is the hardest to beat. Herb is fat-soluable, so it stays in your system for a month---but we've got a time line to help
Got a few weeks? Time to flush. Hit the vitamin store for some Detox Tea; drink four to six cups a day. Grab some echinacea and goldenseal root, which basically strip-mine your body, and take 700 mg of each four times a day (our doc says it'll "Make you shit your brains out"). Pop 2,000 mg of vitamin C to keep your body healthy. The day before the test, drink a quart of white vinigar (you can dilute it, but get the whole quart down). It'll burn your stomach, but throw off your PH levels.
Got a week? Test Clear offers "Powdered urine" ($40 US). A clean specimen (just add water!), it comes with a heater so you don't tip 'em off with a chilly sample. Imagine their surprise when they discover you are pregnant!
Only got an hour? Try Test Clear's Ready Clean ($30 US), a drink that minimizes your body's toxins for three to five hours. The drawback is is could dilute your urine completely, rendering the test inconclusive, meaning you'll be asked to take it again. But by then you'll have enough powdered urine to open a lemonade stand.
Till next time kiddies.... Happy Peeing!
I hate it when parents feel the urge to control ones life to such an extent as to what they are doing. I'm fine with it. I am getting by each day by coming to the library and getting my fill on the internet. I thought it was fun posting on the message board... but, now that just looks too foreign for me. Who is this "ill bill" and why doesn't he get the hint that he is not wanted? Even I know when I am wanted or not. As for the Slurrey field trip... It will be one of the good ones. I promise. I just need to think of some really good ideas. :) I am open to suggestions, but I was hoping that I could try to have most of the credit for whatever goes down! Slurrey needs a good field trip soon. It will take our minds off a lot of things, and hopefully it will have a positive outcome. :) I would also like to get to know all of you better. So, it will definately be good for me! :) I would like to know if anyone is interested in it, or I will just scrap it for now.
Sunday, November 25, 2001
Saturday, November 24, 2001
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I loved those fucking pics.
9. Tattoo your boss's face to it
8. Paint it red and mingle with mandrils at the zoo
7. Squash an ant really good
6. Insert a deck of cards in it as a magic act while
saying, "Now you see it, now you really don't want to"
5. Try to blow like a foghorn or a large African plains mammal
4. Go to a nude beach and display your hemorrhoids
3. Open a butt-reading fortune parlor (big butts cost extra)
2. Why on earth did I think of this stupid list
1. I must have had my head up my ass
Friday, November 23, 2001
"Is it difficult to make a noose out of an ethernet cable?"
My ex-boyfriend, Eric aka Mr. X, came over the other day and it sure didn't take me long to change his status. I can be a very convincing person ;) LOL. For the girls: he's 6'2" with sandy hair, hazel eyes and DAMN he's just hot and he drives a very hot car. But I'll stop yammering like that for now because that will not amuse the male members and visitors.
My father can't cook. Yesterday was the American time for Thanksgiving and I think he was literally trying to make me ill. Plus, he was being a jerk. So Happy Thanksgiving to me! Yay!
My drugs are restoring me to my previous status of non-worrywart, taker of no bullshit, giddy, impulsive and quick-witted wiseass. It's also totally destroyed any shyness/reservation that came from my depression. I may start to seem a little different...Lord knows Mike already has noticed.
Thursday, November 22, 2001
Wednesday, November 21, 2001
Anyway, I bet you are wondering what it is like to have your face plastered. It feels extremely weird. I put down a layer of plastic wrap that I got from the Cafeteria. It wasn't a present smell, even though it was new. Then, I had Debbie and this other girl start compiling the layers. It didn't help that most of the class was watching either... (Everyone is almost done except for me! LOL) So, every time someone would come poke me, or say something about how I looked, I started to laugh each time!!! I've never been so weirded out! Eventually, I got used to it, and I just laid there on the ground. (Yes, it was done on the floor.) Actually, wearing a mask... really made me feel quite claustrophobic. I am easily claustrophobic, so, I just tried to think of pleasant thoughts. It actually turned out really nicely! I get to paint it next class and I'll be done!
I bet you all want to know about my day! Well, today was the most perfect day I have had in a long time. My day yesterday ended off on a nice note, which made my day even sweeter for today. :) Usually all of my posts have been so depressing, so it makes me feel even better when I don't write garbage like that. My alcohol paper turned out really badly! Only one person emailed me with their opinion on alcohol. So, hopefully next time I ask for your help you people will be more willing to fork it out! :)
My alcohol assignment was basically only one sided. Now, I am here at the library again. I don't like it here.... it's too quiet! At least I have Debbie here with me today! :)
Up coming events: Look out for my second interview with our mystery guest!
Tuesday, November 20, 2001
Euphoria seems to stimulate further drinking. So, the only thing alcohol is good for is giving you effortless feelings of enjoyment or whatever people feel... lol. You drink it. It effects your brain by copying identical keys to act as NEURO-transmitters. You feel the affects. Then, you really feel the affects when the alcohol fades. LOL. I don't know what my point is. I think alcohol is good, I want to get drunk. I've never been drunk before. Yet, I know that is not very good if you are going to down a whole bottle every weekend. Drinking in moderation is fine. I just see so many people right now... and they fucking themselves over. My friend Angela for example, cannot go a few days with out alcohol in her blood. It is a sad thing. Please do not think I went on and on just to lecture you. I wanted to get you thinking about why you do it. If you know why you do it, can you please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org . I have a paper due tomorrow, and I would like to understand you all better.
Okay, now that I got all of that alcohol stuff out of my mind, I will begin by telling you people about my day. Today, I woke up late again. My alarm clock has decided to go on strike or something. Which, I was sort of angry about that, because, I was wanting to study first thing in them morning before my test. I am grounded again. This time, I think my parents are very serious about it. I'm not aloud to use the computer at all. That is bs, considering, I was doing homework, but not the exact second my mother came into the room. She caught me typing an email. She seems to disagree with me using the computer for anything except homework purposes. Which, I will have to strongly disagree with her considering the internet is the only part of my life she has no control over, and now she wishes to not allow me to use it. But, what she doesn't know, is that I am at the library right now using the internet. I wish I could access the disscussion board from this internet, but, at the library, they won't allow it. (I spelt it right!) Anyway, I did get in a huge argument with my parents last night. They were screaming at me (for the two above things, me sleeping in and about the internet) I told them that we should just be civil about this, and to not fight. My dad said that if I didn't like it that I could just move out. He said that if I left I would be taking nothing with me, not even the things I earned with my own money. He also told me he isn't going to make an effort to care about me anymore. I don't know what I did that was so illegal! LOL! I wish I knew. I am just going to stick it out. I am really getting sick and tired of all the arguments. But, if I leave I will be biting off more than I can probably chew. I'm not at all upset about the stuff that went on yesterday night. I am just disappointed. Why can't I have a family like the ones you see on TV or in the movies? Please don't stand there and tell me that TV families don't exist, because they do. I know a lot of people who have a perfect family life. I know all families have their disputes... but, if they are going to get as pathetic as having one every fricken night.. then.. who knows? I hope that one day, I don't become unhappy like them. If you have followed me up to here, thanks for listening. I know you probably think I'm being pathetic... but, you really don't know the situation, so please don't judge me.
Tonight, I have to go to Kwatlen College again! I'm so excited! LOL! It's a meeting to discuss the nursing program, ect. I was wanting to go to the library tonight. But, I will be making a habit into going every night. I will be at the walley library tomorrow, if I'm not allowed on the computer. I still cannot find my keys. Yesterday I had to wait outside for 40 minutes for my mom to get off of work. I am thinking that since they won't let me get keys cut, I will just steal a spare pair and get another set cut on Saturday before I begin my shift. I work between 1-6 on Saturday. It's going to be another long day popping popcorn. But, someone has to do it! :) I think this is an extremely long post. This should make up for the past couple of days and for the next ones coming. Kayla, I must tell you that I was extremely unclear. I was just trying to state that he won some and lost some battles in his prepresidency, I should have specified, but it would have been too much work. But, I will now. He was running for stuff won and then lost. It was he ran for minister or something, he got elected. Then, when it came for re-elections, he lost. Then, after spending time building up his ego, he started getting higher up on the food chain. Which did in fact allow him to be president for two runnings. I am very proud of Bill Clinton, if you didn't know this fact. Please do not let his perverse manor distract you from all of the wonderful things that he did for his country while he was in the big chair! LOL
I've got to get going. I'll talk to you guys later. Hopefully, I will be able to sneak on the internet at home and say hi to you all on that. My icq is 50608356 (that's if you don't have it) Seeya.
Monday, November 19, 2001
Last night, I am hanging out with my best friend, Heather, after she got off work. There are a few other people with us, a guy named Eddie, a loud, high-strung girl named Brooke, and Dee--all of whom were semi-inebriated. Alcohol seems to mellow Dee and Eddie, but Brooke just got progressively more obnoxious as the night wore on. She was accusing people of buying drinks on her tab, when she rarely pays for her own tab as it is, and the only drink on her tab that she hadn't ordered was a shot that she bought for Dee because she didn't want to take a shot by herself. She bitched all night long about stupid stuff, called 911 just to ask the operator a QUESTION which was by far not an emergency, and was randomly hitting each of us.
As the night wore on, Dee started to warn Brooke that she's not playing with her anymore, and that she had better stop smacking people. (A side note about Dee: she is a very happy person, very lively and sweet with seemingly NO temper, but warnings like that from her *I* would certainly heed because she's a former professional basketball player...a classically trained athlete) Brooke was even wrestling with the manager of the restaurant, who was getting pissed straight off. She was trashed, barely coherent and showed no sign of common sense. She came back over to our table and sure enough, smacked Dee in the face. Dee stood up calmly and gave her a single punch to the face and then sat back down, saying simply, "I told you I wasn't playing with you anymore, now please learn your lesson". Brooke stood up with a bleeding nose and bleeding mouth and talked trash--like the moron she apparently is--to Dee, saying shit about the tab Dee supposedly ran up on Brooke, calling her a 'bitch', a 'whore', stupid, etc. I sat there the whole time wondering if Brooke had a death wish. I mean, seriously! Why the hell do you continue to provoke someone who already showed you in one swift, effortless movement, that she is sick and tired of you? We left shortly after with Brooke still talking a load of smack.
Great night. I *love* stupid people, I promise.
My final thought for this post...Ashlee, when did Clinton run for President and lose? He won in '92 and '96 and before that Dukakis was the candidate for the Democratic ticket in '88 and so on. Please enlighten me if I'm wrong but I don't think Clinton ran for President before the two times that he won. Thanks! :)
Saturday, November 17, 2001
As you all know, Bill Clinton was the 42nd (former) president of the United States. Actually, Bill isn't Bill Clintons real name. It is, William Jefferson Blythe. His father died in a tragic car crash three months before William was born. His mother remarried, and his name was Roger Clinton. Roger adopted young william (surname Bill) whose last name took on his Step fathers which was Clinton. So, Bill Clinton became interested in politics when he was sixteen after he met President J.F.K. After a series of studies at several schools, he went to Yale's law school which was where he graduated from and met the love of his life, Hillary Rodham. They eventually married and had a daughter named Chelsea. I will skip the political aspect of his life, because as we all know, he first ran for president, he lost.. he tried again, he won... then, he got re-elected. Now, lets take a look of this evenings interview with Bill Clinton.
Shlee: State your name and occupation.
Bill Clinton: My name is Bill Clinton, and I am an employee at McDonalds.
Shlee: Couldn't you get a better job, due to your past experiences?
Bill Clinton: mmmmmm, my experiences... *chuckles*
Shlee: Is this work related?
Bill Clinton: Oh... in that case... Hillary wouldn't let me get a job in an office.
Shlee: Okay. Anyway, how was it like being president?
Bill Clinton: It was the high life... I had the money.. and the women. There are certain aspects of that job that I will certainly miss. Like the unlimited supply of cigars.
Shlee: Speaking of cigars.... why did you use a cigar?
Bill Clinton: It was the only available thing present. I told you Miss Smith, I have an unlimited supply of cigars. Want one, one day?
Shlee: No thank you. Is it true that you used a cigar because you, "can't get it up and keep it up?"
Bill Clinton: Answer this question, How would you feel having your sex life broadcasted on CNN.
Shlee: HEY... who is the one interviewing who now? Answer the damn question.
Bill Clinton: Keep in mind how old I am. I'm 55... I don't have the speed of a 17 year old anymore.
Shlee: I think we are all glad of that fact.
Bill Clinton: What do you think of older men?
Shlee: For one, I don't think anything of older men, except for the fact that they make good grandpas. Anyway, I'm starting to not like this interview. I thought you would be more professional than this.. you are the weakest link.... good bye.
Friday, November 16, 2001
Look at them enjoying themselves so much while doing something like looking at cards of indian actors and actresses, cause the taliban had banned movies, music, women and pretty much anything other than beards and praying. Daaamn they just are SO happy! And all crowding around like that.... geez over here we just take things for granted, you see cards like that floating in shit-infested ditches over here. But these guys are crowding around them like little kids with pokemon cards, cause they haven't seen them for YEARS! Fuck! Now seeing shit like this is just another reasurance that there just may be hope left for this world.
Thursday, November 15, 2001
Tonight I worked at Kernels from 5 - 9:30. I would consider it to be a fairly interesting shift. I got to work over an hour by myself running the joint. It started out good because the mall seemed dead. But then, after noting that I had one customer right after the other. I needed to pop 3 big bags of air popped popcorn, but I only had time to do 2! She walked by and was like, "You haven't popped your three yet????" She seemed almost shocked... -whatever. Anyway, she left and I was by myself again. I had these two bratty children come up to the counter and they asked for samples, then they left. Afterwards, my ex boyfriends brother comes up to me and starts talking to me. (he is sort of an old friend now I guess... due to the whole dating fall out w/his brother) Okay.. we chat he leaves.. that was so awkward. Then!!!!!!!! Some lady comes up to me and says, "I want a wild buffalo wings, salt and vinegar, and white cheese." Naturally, I reply, what size bag would you like? She says that she wants to have them in the seasoning jars! SEASONING JARS!?!!!?!? eep! That was the only thing my boss did NOT teach me. I was so stressed out.. I was looking for the cannisters, but I could not find them. So, then the lady takes this display thingy and says here, these ones are empty can you fill them up for me now? She was getting really impatient. I was a bit distressed... and just when I thought I wouldn't be able to ring them in... my boss comes and pulls out the PLU numbers for them, and shows me how to give the buy 2 get 1 half price. The tension is slowly relieved and my brain swelling starts to reduce. *sigh* I told her that it was a very stressful situation that I was in because the woman was really getting upset that I wasn't getting the concept of filling up a little jar. LOL (I make myself sound so moronic... but it's true. I made such a mess filling them up... I tapped them down... and topped it up, but then when she got it, she banged it down even more, and said fill it up higher... are you trying to rip me off??? I was a bit nervous about that... because, I didn't mean to! I did my job as good as I knew how to.
I met a cool person today though, he and his male friend (LoL) came up to the counter, and they had crickets with them... they were telling me about their pet which eats crickets! LOL! And, he kept talking and talking... and wow! I've never talked so much to a strange but cool man.
I forgot to tell you about those bratty kids... well, they came back before that woman wanting the shakers... and they pretended they were going to buy something.. so they asked for more samples... and then I gave them their samples like a FOOL.. LoL, and then they turned to me and said, "naw... I don't think I want popcorn anymore... maybe I'll get some icecream now"... what a bunch of little amebas!!!!!!!!
Wow! My day was good again, but not as good as yesterdays. I finished all of my art projects. (almost... I still get to hand some in tomorrow) I had this huge project where you have to make a box and bag out of paper/cardboard. You also have to have logos that represent a company. Well, mine took me 5 mins per logo... I took rainbow coloured paints, and blended them together.. and took black and quickly wrote, "rainbow toys"... painted a few toys... Then I blow dried them. They looked so good, but, he took off 35% for doing it the last day and not putting a lot of time into the thought of what my thing was going to be. "a genuine crap job"
BAD SIDE OF MY DAY... you know that linkin park raffle that I am sitting out side of the office every lunch hour to sell tickets for? Well, Debbie called me today... "It's canceled.. Linkin Park doesn't want to do press anymore". Refunds will be easy... we only sold like 24 tickets... but it's the fact that she couldn't find out sooner... and she left it so last minute to find out if it was really on or not. She expected to sell 200 tickets at $1.oo per ticket... I'd say it was a real blow out... a blow out of the ass for her... that's for sure. So, that means... I won't be meeting linkin park on Sunday. My weekend is almost free... but, I work from 9-5 on Saturday. (btw, if you are blonde, it's MiKEs b/day on SATURDAY.. don't forget it or I will personally kick ur butt!
Wednesday, November 14, 2001
Due to the reason I am officially grounded yet again. My brother and I got into a major fight, and the one who started it was the one who got in no trouble. Go figure. So, the sentencing of this grounding is no internet or computer... I'm not sure whether or not I'm aloud 'going out' yet. I will probably be spending my evenings, or free time in a library. So, perhaps I will get my postings done there and my homework.
Isn't it weird how you are having the best day ever, and it even gets better. (Becoming part of the staff made my best day better today) But, a good day can change into a horrible day so quickly that it is almost mind boggling. Why does life have to be so unpredictable?
Anyway, I will get off the depressing topic of life. I will move on to more important things like what I'll be doing tomorrow, since you all should know what I did today if you read the posts. Tomorrow, I am stuck selling raffle tickets first thing in the morning for dry grad. (My mom is turning into a Debbie again) and then I am stuck selling grad raffle tickets tomorrow at lunch. I hate ripping people off. It's like those dumb lotteries... they are such a scam... right Mc Rae? (sorry you didn't win big time...) Afterwards, I will be tackling all of the art projects I owe my art teacher. (mark cut off is tomorrow) Our next art project is oil painting on canvas. When I get my film developed I will post the picture of my 3D work that was painted and is in the art display case. Tomorrow I also get to go work at Kernels popcorn from 5 - 9:30PM (surrey place mall) I probably won't have any fun, but that is life. Who said work is fun? After work, I will probably be either sleeping or doing homework. I don't think I will be on the computer at all tomorrow. I am very sorry, and you all will be missed greatly. :(
OMG... can you believe it? My brother gets his own f*cking computer and I don't. What a little leach.
Monday, November 12, 2001
First of all it was Eric's birthday on Friday. Me, MC Rae, Diego, Sara, and Van Egdom himself went downtown to the Keg. The objective was simple: get Eric as fucking intoxicated as possible. Well, we bought him a few drinks with enough alcohol content to kill a large animal, and as the night went on he became more and more drunk. Listen to the following clip of him trying to play a name game with Diego. It's quite funny, especially at the very end.
Eric being drunk.mp3 (2 MB)
After the Keg on the way home. Now this is fucking priceless. At the Skytrain stop closest to my house, there are two buses that go right by my house. Well we got off the skytrain and saw one of the buses leaving. "Oh shit" the buses come every half an hour, but there was still the other one. Going down the stairs we see the other one leaving right after the first one! What the fuck! What's the point of two buses leaving for the same place at nearly the same time! Sock cuckers!!
So we walked all the way home, blew up a sewer with a firecracker, lit numerous matches, and nearly froze to death.
The next day, I finally got to meet Ashlee, who runs the site www.popyoularity.com with her friend. She is SO fucking hot! We went bowling. It was me, Ashlee, MC Rae, Brett, The Platypus, and Chantel. We didn't go to Excalibur because, as MC Rae says, "it fucking sucks"!! Well the bowling place we went to had a different style of bowling, so I totally sucked. I did get one strike though, but when it showed my name on the screen, The Platypus had changed it to "Monkey". That was pretty funny. Haw haw!
So after bowling we stopped by the local liquor store and bought some booze, and went over to my place. Ashlee had to go home so after attacking MC Rae and throwing him into the chair, she left, and then we started drinking. Well, only me and the Platypus got really wasted. I drank half a 40 of rum and a bunch of beer, so I was just gone. I remember a few things from that night, like The Platypus raping anything that moved (as usual), the infamous Huppe chair beating up the Platypus, Brett and MC Rae laughing at at me being so drunk, and other stuff that really don't make sense.
Then I threw up.
Well the story goes, I was sitting in the Huppe chair semi-conscious, and I looked like I was gonna puke. The Platypus tried to give me a coke cup th throw up into, but I just dropped it on the floor. Then MC Rae said that I had a big smile on my face, and I suddenly went "UURRLLLAAAAAHHH" across the room. Witnesses said that the puke came out of my mouth in a parabolic arc, and landed on the floor right in front of me. Then I threw up again, and everyone was totally laughing.
The next morning, I woke up. The lights were on, my room was trashed, and there was puke all over the place! I was like "huh" and for once I actually had some slight hangover! On my computer screen there was like 50 messages from people saying "OH MY GOD" and "WHAT THE HELL"... apparently they had watched the whole thing on my webcams, because they were broadcasting the party live! Holy shit! Of course I don't have any pics of this, but did anyone who was watching the webcam save any? I'd really like to see them!
Then I found out that almost the whole thing was videotaped! Oh my god! I watched it and it cracked me up how screwed up I was! It was hilarious! But now, I have to find a way to clean my carpet, exorcise all the puke out of the Huppe chair, and clean up my room. Blah!
And that was my rant for the week, anyways we're still looking for new staff members so this place isn't dead during the week! Just email me or make a post on the messageboard.
Friday, November 09, 2001
I have the attention span of a gnat right now. Can't you tell?
One of the warnings on the label for my medication says "this drug may make it hazardous to drive or operate heavy machinery..." and then something about waiting until you get used to the effects. Yeah, so on the sample pack, which is what I started with before the prescription got filled, didn't say that anywhere. I had spent 3 days wondering why I had become such a moron on the road. It's really hard to focus. The other day, I sneezed and flew off into a ditch. I made Heather (my friend) drive after that.
I'm a boring individual. Move along, move along.
Monday, November 05, 2001
Every now and then I'm gonna post a one of my posts that was really good, but no one would have ever seen it cause it's now buried in the depths of the archives and no one ever dares to venture there! From a few months ago when some loser attacked our message board:
THE MESSAGEBOARD WAR
Some fucker on the message board dissed us, and this is what he/she/it said:
hahaha, put a dent in my skull sissies, i aint gonna sign your fuckin guestbook, why you ask? cuz yer all fags, donkey raping shit eaters!!!! tell you what, if you actually have the sack to respond, or for that matter post this shit, ill send you an address, and you can come "put a dent in my skull" ill be waitin......
Then my reply:
What we have here is a fine example of what happens when retards are bred with monkeys. Sir, your farts smell like fish, you masterbate to pictures of your parents wedding, you give your little sister ATD's (Anal Tongue Darts), you suck your dog off, your dad rapes you with a shovel, your grandpa rapes you with his semen-crusted cane, and your mom rapes you with that frozen fish she always has stuck halfway up her ass.
Because your mom has not tits cause she was once a man (she couldn't afford to get the FULL sex change operation) she got your dad to cram his dick in your mouth... but I guess it was a little too big and it shot a load of semen into your brain cavity, which is now your brain. Thus causing your fucking lameness. So now you know.
Have a nice day!
And then MC Rae's reply:
Studies have shown that individuals with that IP address have extremely small genitals
Now that's fucking classic!! See I tell you, post in the fucking message board, it's quite hilarious in there.
Friday, November 02, 2001
Till next time kiddies......
Tuesday, October 30, 2001
Sunday, October 28, 2001
Cause... well you know, she could have been hot!
According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December. Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth in the spring. Therefore, according to every historical rendition depicting Santa's reindeer, every single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen- had to be a girl. We should've known. Only women would be able to drag a fat-ass man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost.
Every now and then I'm gonna post a one of my posts that was really good, but no one would have ever seen it cause it's now buried in the depths of the archives and no one ever dares to venture there! So here it is! From 5/15/2001, back when I was still working in construction:
Ever had to take a shit during the most inopportune moment? There's nothing worse than needing to exorcise the big brown demon(s) from your ass, and not having a nice, white, porcelain priest to do the job. Today I was at work, and I suddenly had the urge to take a shit. Now everyone knows how horrible the toilets are at work, so I run over there, open the toilet lid... and see a pyramid of shit inside there that rivals the pyramids in egypt and on Pamela Anderson's chest, in massiveness. Normally something that scary scares the shit out of people, but a sight like this scared the shit back INTO me!!! Fuck that was gross.
But friday night we had a kickass time. There are 15 MB of pictures we took, look for them on the fields trips page soon!
So yeah friday night i hear a knocking on my door, and MC Rae, Chadley, and The Platypus have shown up at my door without warning. I put my pants back on and answer the door, and they're like "let's go". They had booze in one hand, and firecrackers in the other. I could tell already this was gonna be an interesting night, as always.
So we get in the big green van, and go off to Prince Charles secondary, and park in the parking lot. We walk down the grass field, which was really muddy from the rain, and tried to find a way down to the gully. Well, it was fucking muddy and dark so we're like "fuck this" and on the way back, we see some little fuckers shooting firecrackers at MC Rae's van. So me, The Platypus, and MC Rae start running towards it, while Chadley stayed in the middle of the field with the booze. They started running so we jumped in the van and cruised around looking for them. Well it was getting tiring looking for them shits and we figured Chadley would be drinking all the booze so we went back to the field. He was sitting there with a beer in his hand, and we just sat there and started drinking beer. Someone described the situation like in King of the Hill where everyone stands around drinking beer. Then it started raining. So we were all standing there, getting totally soaked, and drinking beer in the rain.
Chad threw a beer can over the fence, but it got stuck on the fence! The odds of that happening are a lot to one, so we posed in front of the can for a picture. Then The Platypus had an idea! We could just hang out at his girlfriend's house. Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time, mainly cause it was a lot better than standing in the middle of a fucking mud field getting drenched in the rain So we go there.
Well that's when things got interesting. We drank... and drank... and drank... while playing Mario Kart and Goldeneye on the not-so-good-ole N64. So then Brandon came and we all drank more booze, and I was totally fucking hammered and taking 7-minute pisses. I also saw this grade 7 yearbook with everyone in it looking pretty fucking hilarious! And then the night became pretty much of a blur, The Platypus was going on a raping rampage, so I ended up with a sore ankle, many bumps on my head, a sliced up finger (thanks to Chantel for that bandaid or I would have bled to death), and I *SOMEHOW* ended up with 3rd degree rugburns on my back! What the fuck? Yeah those burns hurt like a son of a bitch I can't even sleep properly anymore, but that just goes to show how even a party with only 6 people can turn out to be really fucking awesome.
Friday, October 26, 2001
UPDATE the person who got stabbed his name was Clayton; someone on ICQ told me he got stabbed in the stomach 4 times.
UPDATE: The freaky thing is that this happened on October 26th, EXACTLY one year after another grade 12 student, Ray Wilson, was killed after a schoolyard fight.
Saturday, October 20, 2001
Well I had the worst fucking day of my life yesterday. I had this huge ass assignment due yesterday, and I was having touble with it so me and a few other people spent the entire night at school working on it. Yep, from 6 pm thrsday evening to 9 am, I was working on some piece of shit assignment that only the cruellest of the cruel teachers in the world would assign. And I didn't eat dinner either, we ordered a fucking pizza but the idiot working there didn't know where the fuck BCIT was, and we waited for 2 hours and the pizza didn't come. So my supper consisted of a coffee and some donut thing. Fuck.
So came the time to hand in the shit and we ran a little lat (about 5 minutes) cause the printer wasn't working and there was a huge ass lineup at the other printer. So when we handed in the assignment, the lab instructor said it was too late nd we got a zero on it. FUCK I've never felt such a fucking rage in my life. I was just close to having a psychopathic fucking breakdown. It was mostly the fact that I was up for about 30 hours with no sleep, but I was going insane. Spending so much fucking time on an unreasonably difficult project and then getting a zero on it for being 5 minutes late is no small thing. 20 hours of total work on it, fucked by it being 5 minutes late? Where is the fucking logic in this? Then the instructor had the nerve to say something in class like "well yeah that's the way things are, in real life if your boss needs something done by a deadline you need to get it done.".
First of all, I would not work for an asshole boss like that, that defines "late" as being anytime, even 1 second, after the deadline. The instructor even said something like "you should have allowed yourself some time to finish it."
JESUS CHRIST DOESN'T HE KNOW HOW MUCH FUCKING TIME I ALLOWED MYSELF?!?! I had originally planned that night to finish the project by 12 am and go home, but I then decided to spend the whole night just in case something came up and it took us longer than expected to finish. I mean, we had like 12 hours ahead of us and I thought it would be way more than enough time, to not only finish it, but make it absolutely perfect. Well a few things did come up and it took us the entire night, and it was printing while the deadline passed. FUCK!
So yes, I had a bad day. It takes a LOT to piss me off. And this incident was one of the rare events that cause me to get really pissed. But I'm almost over it now. Thanks to all my classmates for making me feel better, it sure helped. But I'm nt giving up trying to get at least some marks for my assignment. I'm going to email them, and if they have any compassion at all I'll get at least something for my assignment.
Well that's my rant for the week, it should be enough to cover all the postings I've missed from being too busy. But I'm not done yet!!
Last friday we visited Ashley, who used to run FrostyFx.com. She has a big fucking house wow. Her room is the size of my basement almost, it's HUGE! And her room has even more stuff in it than mine does... I swear you see her webcam and her room looks so small, but when we were there, it was big enough to like almost run around in. Geez. And it was really weird meeting someone who's site I would read once every few days and whose cam was on my portal. She's pretty cool and stuff and we had a great time meeting her. I also heard some weird J-Pop song, which made my brain want to rotate inside my skull! She also wrote about that night in her page, go check it out! She has a new layout too! She runs a site kinda like this site but more personal and not as "E/N-nny". And it's still under construction
Blah. Last nght I was supposed to go out with some chick I like(d) but she stood me up again. This time she didn't want to go because it was "too late" (it was only like 10 pm, and I was waiting for everyone to show up at my place) and she "didn't feel like doing anything". She sure makes me feel like shit sometimes.
So that's my update. Sorry for not posting all week, but now you're all aware how busy I am. And I'm still looking for people to post on this site! So email me!
Yes, I went to a prep football game tonight. South Point vs. Forestview. (Makes no difference to you but oh well) These happen to be, respectively, the school that I actually attended and the school that my county was trying to force me to attend instead. Heh.
The final score? 44-41 South Point in overtime (yay?). I really don't understand the way that they handled the overtime period, but I was never too big on football to begin with.
I managed to split before a major traffic jam ensued and went to O'Charley's, which is basically my hangout because most of my friends work there. Heather was beer wench tonight...she loves that because she gets tips on top of a paycheck. Everything was well and good...a little boring perhaps. I was actually prepared to leave at one point until I was asked to help do a few things. I really should have left.
O'Charley's became PACKED far beyond its usual number on Friday nights. It was claustrophobia hell, but it seemed stable for a while. Then--very suddenly--there was a loud noise and people started running. I got the table I was sitting near shoved straight into my abdomen, which temporarily blocked all thought and comprehension. Finally Christina snapped me out of it and told me to get down...and we crawled behind Heather's makeshift beer stand into another, significantly less crowded area of the restaurant. Glass was flying everywhere, people were running and then the fire/emergency alarm went off. After about fifteen minutes, it calmed down slightly and then I began to feel the actual pain in my stomach. It's a dull shooting pain and it's still doing it. It sucks. Christina had fallen off the tall bar chair that she was using to check ID's at the door, so she was hurting, too. Heather was shaking. The police were there and people were cleaning up the rivers of beer mixed with glass that were EVERYWHERE. It turns out that some guy just suddenly broke a bottle over another's head and then the shit hit the fan and everyone started throwing bottles of beer, people brandishing guns, and the stampede.
Even after all the cleanup and chores that were done, we were still scared to leave the restaurant without escort. We went to Waffle House (oh the joys of late night dining in America) but none of us wanted to eat. So we finally resigned ourselves to a night without sleep and here I am...putting a close on a weird and overall crappy day. I really wish I had some pain reliever because I'm in a lot of pain. C'est la vie, I guess.
Sunday, October 14, 2001
It was gonna happen sooner or later, yeasterday the Americans bombed an Afghanistan residence by accident (My ASS), And claimed they were aiming for an airstrip near by. This is what they said "We had targeted a terrorist Air strip, and accidently hit a residence in the vicinity by accident" they were later asked how they could make such a mistake, they replied "Well the hellicopter was there when we shot the missle, and well, I guess it moved" So, I guess you could say accidents happen, and that's what they're sticking to, so it's good enough for me. I wonder what they're gonna hit next.
Well, the terrorist's figure it's a holy war now, so we can expect lot's of nice little explosions and other goodies to start pooping up everywhere. Man that really sucks, and you know the only people who are going to get hurt are the innocent people. Oh well I guess we can only cross our fingers and hope for the best.
But, don't hide under rocks and beds, because that's what they want. Be strong, have fun and go out and live your normal everyday lifes. And if you really want to make a difference you can always join our army.
NEW SLURREY SHOW, And a movie?
Well, what can I say Slurrey.com needs a new slurrey show and I think everybody is getting sick and tired of that DAMNED scotish guy in the back ground, so it's time for new show, hoopefully it'll happen soon. The members of Slurrey.com are also in the midst of filming a music video, who will star in this video, what song will be played and when it will be finished are all being kept secret until further notice.
IN OTHER NEWS
Jason Newstead may soon be back in business as a Metallica brother. Jason said he would gladly play with Metallica again. And all it would tak is for all of the members to ask him. So maybe Metallica's future isn't looking so bleak after all. Anyways I hope Jason re-joins the group, it will help Metallica's image from going soft, because as we all know it was Jason wo made them look mean in concert. So cross your fingers and pray.
That's all for now so good night.
Thursday, October 11, 2001
I have so much fucking work to do for school, holy shit. The teachers are relentless in spewing out tons of assignments, that are all due ON THE SAME FUCKING DAY. This monday, I have 4 major assignments due, then every day for the next week I have another assignment due. And when I say "assignment", I mean something that will occupy at least 4 hours of my time. The math assignment itself will take up ALL OF SATURDAY. Fucks sake, until mid-december my life will consist of eat, sleep, spank it with my goat, and study. Hmm weee.
...oh wait, I just remembered I don't have a goat. Life sucks.
Monday, October 08, 2001
On Wednesday night, I was just fooling around with astrology.com because I was bored witless waiting for my best friend's shift to be over. I had just gotten through posting my birthchart (I do not know what any of that shit is, I just thought it was cool) when suddenly the screaming begins. For two hours this goes on, while I have one sister sitting back with a grave face, a brother embarassed that his girlfriend is over while this is going on, another brother trying to distract himself with the TV and a younger sister in my arms ready to cry. Glass breaks, doors slam, then my father is gone.
The aftermath of this episode is a little lengthy to explain...nothing is conclusive yet, but my father is stubborn and will probably not do the things required by my stepmother to keep the relationship together. So he's going to smash a 7 person family to bits--the long and short of it.
The first night, I got high as a kite and rather alcoholified, too. I did not go home, I was afraid to. The next night I got drunk as a fish. I was on a roll, man. I was determined not to think.
So on Friday my best friend brings me up to Virginia Tech, my former home. I enjoy a few hours of seeing old friends, showering forever without worrying about my water going cold (even though I had to shower with shoes on), sleeping in, etc. I went to my former EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT hangout...and redeveloped an old crush, but that's another story. It was all good, a great distraction.
Sunday night we're poised to drive me back down to Charlotte. 50 miles (80km) later, Paul's car breaks down totally. We almost didn't make it off the interstate highway. A friend of mine helps us get his car towed and we drive back to Blacksburg. So I'm stuck here.
Misfortune is my middle name this week. And I'm very tired of it already. All of this is excluding the little things that have also been building up. I can't even think about the national events going on...I have no mental room for it right now.
Sunday, October 07, 2001
Saturday, October 06, 2001
I haven't updated in a while, probably most ogf you think I'm dead or something. But stop your mourning (or celebrating) cause I'll try to update more often. It's really hard now, cause now college take up 99% of my time. I don't even have a spare 2 minutes to spank it anymore. Kidding.
My weekdays pretty much consist of going to school from 8:30 to 5:30, getting home at 6, eating supper and studying or doing homework until 12, then sleep, and repeat for the rest of the week. Weekends are a bit better off, as nong as I don't have a midterm or a hugeass assignment due then fridays and saturdays are scott free. But that still doesn't give me time to update you know, cause on those 2 days I have to catch up on all the shit I've missed, like worshipping Stacy's ultra-hot webcam pics. She linked me too! Well she linked me with the wrong URL but I still feel loved anyways.
Oh and our new video is done. It will be on the videos page soon, I just need to "mpeg" it and it'll be available for semi-mass consumption. It's REALLY good, right up there with Copside. 1.
Now it's time for me to go hit the books again (literally sometimes, but I can't burn them just yet, they cost me over $600). I have a fucking midterm on tuesday. I can't enjoy Thanksgiving in peace I'll be sitting there this my face emdedded in the fucking accounting book being thankful for this WONDERFUL midterm the next fucking day!
Wednesday, October 03, 2001
So all Leaders, Presidents and VP's are alike, wether they are the Slurrey guys or the ones running the United States (Geeze always hitting the Bottle) It's no wonder The American Presidents are always getting them selfs into Great Big Steamy Piles of SHIT.... Jessus Guys GROW THE FUCK UP.... And a side note to Bush "If your Gonna Dirnk and drive, and hope to become president... FOR THE LOVE OF GOD... DON'T GET CAUGHT".... Stupid FUCK... geeze What the hell is wrong With The Americans.... They must like the Bad-Boy presidents... It's no wonder their kids are all Fucked up, I mean What kind of roll models are they, take for example our beloved Bill Clinton, what did he teach us?
- Cheating on Your wife is a "GOOD THING", and then go right a head and "LIE" about the FUCKING thing after
Quote: "I Did not have sexual relations with that woman"
WOW... That was a Double header, Two for one, What ever the FUCK you want to call it.
As for the Newly Elected George Bush... What message does he bring to us?
- Drinking and driving is a Good thing.
Quote: "There's no Blood in my Alcohol System Offislur"
Well, Have I made my point America?
I hope the next time you elect a president you use some common sense, because well let's just say they haven't been the pick(s) of the litters... And let's try and keep away from the ones who want to kill everbody and have the nerve to think that people are "EXPENDABLE"....
Now every body, with the lessons that we have learned from these Impressive roll models, let's go out, Get plastered, Cheat on our Wifes/Girlfriends, Drive home as DRUNK as Skunks, and LIE to our Spouses/Girlfriends after... Well it sounds like a plan to me, so I'm gonna go live the American Dream of "Lies, Alcoholism and Adultry"... Remember Mike, I am American.... At least at Boston Pizza....
I'm Gonna find me some booze and a woman, Later...
P.S. Don't worry Guys if the President of the United States can do it, So can we... POWER TO THE PEOPLE...
Saturday, September 29, 2001
I gots my bottle of Absolut
shooting back Stockholm till I almost puke
the red in my eyes is deeper then the blood in my heart
a clash of blurry visions it feels like art
my veins are throbbing with anticipation...
for the next wise altercation.
got the gameboy advanced in my left pocket
got the Trojan in the other like a napalm strike without a target
I've never had to go on "Moral Court"...
act like a fool for sport
and be judged like a book
I don't have problems with the way you look
all this talk about hos in different area codes
false perceptions of life and it's many roads
religion is not a thing that I can get hooked on
it's about the here and the now and not when you're gone
religion breaths within you
energy of a greater power is within you
we all are the same in that aspect
everyone on Earth deserves that much respect
money is not the object of my affection
receiving a Lexus for my 16th was not an option
I'm tired of being told what I already know
You need to lose weight
You need to think straight
You need to get a mate
You need to turn fate
You need to get yourself together and stop bitching
Stop complaining to everyone else you know is not listening
I can't be what I'm not
I tried hard but I'm not
If you're so fucking well educated why not?
I don't know.
You think your so fucking smart so why not?
I don't know.
I think so hard about it that it hurts
My heart starts to ache when I flirt
nothing but meaningless glances
nothing more then viewing repetitive topless dances
I don't even try anymore...
I waved the white flag many times before
A flag that has been burned many times before
but I don't wave that flag anymore
I just don't care anymore.
Thursday, September 27, 2001
If I hear one more word about the GOD-DAMNED FUCKING terroist attacks on the world trade towers I am going to flip... Any member caught posting that material on Slurrey.com will be taken to Mikes house, Tied to a poll, and shot in the head.... Not to point my finger at any staff member(s) in particular..... It is old news, get on with your PATHETIC lives and stop posting CRAP... Try and find a nice fairytale, or perhaps the FUCKING PENTAGON..... People died there too ya know and nobody RANTS on and on and on about it... Jessus People we live in the land of the FUCKING FREE.... Go smoke some marijuana.....I'm sure it'll help your worries about terrorist's float away in a big cloud of smoke (Best part is, unlike a therapy session, it'll only cost ya about 5 bucks)....
Now for a different topic.... Apperantly it is fire-cracker season again... And all of the little teeny-bopers in high school like to get their hands on these dangerous explosive devices that provide a strangely addicting buzz when used.... But when used without the proper care and attention deserved, accidents happen... like the other day angela was walking down the street and my brother got a hysterical phone call from her, i believe her exact words were "SOME TEENY-BOPER JUST BLEW HIS HAND OFF..... OH MY GOD THERE IS BLOOD EVERYWHERE.... HIS FINGER IS IN HIS NOSE.... OH IT'S ALL OVER HIM...." and I think she passed out right a bout there (Wasting valueable minutes on her cell phone i might add)..... Personally I am one of those ASS Holes that stands there, Points, and then laughs hystericaly... Quite frankly I would have liked to see that and wish I had pics of it to post...... Oh well, the point of the Story (And a True one at that I might add) Is that Fire-crackers are dangerous and can cause bodily harm.... And the Moral, well, let's just say you should always try and get it on film (disposeable cameras work great).
Overall... Do not post CRAP...
Post interesting Stories (Real or Not)... We don't care, As long as their Sick, Twisted, Or contain Sexual content and pictures...
And Last but not Least
-Terrorists are everywhere, Check under you car and in your mailbox, because hey... You Never Know.....
P.S. Don't let the Terrorists Bite ;)
Wednesday, September 26, 2001
I know I haven't posted for a while, I've been really busy lately with school and shit. But that's why we have so many staff members here, to update when I'm not around. HAH. No one else on staff (except occaisionally Kayla) posts on the main page really. So uhhh... anyone out there who actually is capable of posting something on here? Hello? I'm looking for a few new staff members to liven the place up!
Also I'd like to plug the site www.popyoularity.com, because I've read about this site in the newspaper at least twice, been visiting it every now and then, and just a couple of days ago I found out that someone I've been talking to on ICQ (Ashlee) is a co-founder of it! Very whoa-inducing. Well check it out, it's a really great site with a ton of cool bands on it and shit! Tremendous!
I will try to update here more often, but remember, right now school, studing, and eating bicycle tires occupy most of my time. Yeah all that studying requires a good source of Vitamin Rubber.
Sunday, September 23, 2001
Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,
But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
The Binch hated U.S! the whole U.S. way!
Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say,
It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
"They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch.
"They're raising their families! They're going to church!
They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
I MUST keep the S's and U's from surviving!"
Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's,
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses,
They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And abide by their U and S values and rules,
And then they'd do something he liked least of all,
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand all united, each U and each S,
And they'd sing Uville's song, "God bless us! God bless!"
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,
and their voices would drown every sound in the land.
"I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an idea--an idea that might work!
The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.
"They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
"And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"
The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,
Instead he heard something that started quite low,
And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow--
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing...
And he couldn't believe it--they started to sing!
He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any towers at all!
He HADN'T stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!
For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
And you can't smash those U-towers we hold deep inside.
So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,
For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.
For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than wealth or political powers,
It's more than our enemies ever could guess,
So may God bless America! Bless us! God bless!
American patriotic, yes...but I figured it wouldn't be offensive. :P
Wednesday, September 19, 2001
Today I had no school, so I went up to SFU. I really had no clue how to get there and I was supposed to meet MC Rae at some bus loop. Well I was waiting at the wrong bus lop, and MC Rae was pissed cause he thought I had bailed. But then I bet he though "knowing Mike, he's probably at the other loop on the OTHER SIDE OF CAMPUS". So yeah that was pretty funny.
As we were walking around I saw so many hot beautiful fuckable chicks at SFU I was like "whoa". There was such a high ratio of quality pussy that I (or my pants?) could hardly contain my excitement. Now I know that I won't get lost at SFU I can always follow the trail of drool to retrace my steps. A plethora of ass, titties, ass and titties.
MC Rae had a 2 hour lecture class and I went in with him, and there was some guest speaker talking there about crime or whatever... I'm not really sure cause at the time I was mastering the skill of sleeping with my eyes open. So the class ended, and we went to the tutorial class after.
Outside the tutorial classroom I met Colene, someone I knew off ICQ who sometimes posts on the message board here. She was fucking HOT, wow. I couldn't believe it!! Shit man all these fuckable chicks at a university and only one penis. So then in the "tutorial" class (they should call it "fight" class) MC Rae was arguing against young offenders and stuff, while these 2 fucking AMAZING looking chicks sat right next to him and were totally agreeing with everything he said. Holy flaming shit they were hot, and in University being smart is actually a chick-magnet. Lucky guy damn.
So that was my trip to the land of abundant snatch.
Monday, September 17, 2001
My car had not been able to start without a jump since Friday night. A semi-brand new car with a dead battery when I never leave anything on (everything turns off automatically, including the interior light or alerts me if I haven't turned it off, like the headlights do) kind of made me upset, but whatever. It's fixed now.
I did not sleep last night. I didn't get done helping my sister with a project until around 1:30AM or so and since I had to be up at 6:30AM, I decided not to go to bed. If I had tried to sleep, I would not have awoken. So today after my whole fix-the-car ordeal is over, I accidentally crash. Apparently my stepmother and my sisters were repeatedly calling me on the telephone, which was sitting beside my head on the pillow, but I wasn't hearing it. My siblings sat and waited at school for almost an hour because I cannot be woken up by anything short of a Defcon 1 emergency.
Speaking of emergencies...if this country goes to war, I will lose my mind.
Thank you, please drive through.
Friday, September 14, 2001
Thursday, September 13, 2001
"In the City of God there will be a great thunder, two brothers torn apart by chaos, while the fortress endures, the great leader will succumb.", "The third big war will begin when the big city is burning." - Nostradamus
First of all, that quote is bullshit. That quote was not by Nostradamus, but by a student writing an essay on him. Here are some real quotes:
Quote from the Koran
"Allah's fire will fall from the heavens to destroy the twin horns of the evil one and wipe the ungodly from the world"
Quote from the Bible...
"the two brothers will fall in chaos and the city of God will burn" is also from revelations plus it goes on to say "and the days of the last war will be upon the sons of god"
And let's not forget this:
Read the full story here.
And here are some more pics of sightings in the WTC tower smoke. Keep checking that directory as I will add more pictures as I get them.
Wednesday, September 12, 2001
My world, as an American, yesterday:
I live in Gastonia, North Carolina. That is about ten miles (16km) west of Charlotte, NC. I woke up yesterday at...ironically enough...quarter of 10AM. I get out of bed about five minutes later and my stepmother calls me and tells me to turn on the TV. I was shocked awake as I watched the first Trade Center tower fall. They kept playing repeated footage of the planes hitting each building. Flashing to the Pentagon and its disaster, my jaw dropped. During all of this, my local news stations started reporting that evacuations of Charlotte were beginning. Without knowledge of whether the worst was over or yet to come, people began to realize the significance of Charlotte and its assets. It is the second biggest banking city in the nation--second only to New York City. It has the biggest/tallest skyscraper south of Washington, D.C. until you reach Atlanta, Georgia...the Bank of America building--an international banking, financial and trading center.
So the world stood still in this area for around 6 hours. They grounded all commercial jets, shut down all the airports. I was stuck in my house, afraid to go into the city, watching the TV and getting more depressed, livid and scared by the minute.
The estimates of the dead have been many numbers, depending on who is making the call. I've heard 20,000 and I've heard 100,000+. Tens, even hundreds of thousands of people lost, all in a span of destruction lasting no more than 3 hours. It is unbelievable. I can just picture people walking the Trade District to work, seeing this, being rained on with soot, debris, even other PEOPLE. The New York City that this native New Englander remembers is going to be far different with FOUR stories of only ONE tower of what had previously been 110 stories on each of two, and forty four on a third...
And a CHUNK out of the Pentagon...the most sturdy and heavily constructed building in the US.
These are things that seem to have come straight from a movie, like many have said. Like munching popcorn and watching the head of the Empire State Building come crashing down onto a streetful of screaming people.
Except it's not entertaining. It's not even a movie. It's real. And it's scary, sickening, and tragic all at one time.
And there are only guesses as to who did it and why. And what may be coming next.
Ok that about at much silence as I can stand. Everyone knows what happened today, it's been on every fucking channel people watch, and is unforgettable, so I'm not going to bother describing what happened. Everyone already knows. It's really fucking disgusting that this could happen. Who the fuck would hijack planes and smash them into buildings? How mentally fucked are these terrorists? And how come no one could stop these mentally fucked people?
I was going to write something normal, but I'm fucking tired. I've been up since around 6 in the morning watching this, just in time for the second plane to hit the World Trade Center. It's been a long day and I'll have to write whateever I wanted to say today, tomorrow. Night.
PS the Ebay thing I posted earlier has been taken off. Maybe for the better, because it was in poor taste. They were selling pieces of the world trade center after it collapsed. It stated "some assembly required".
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
Imagine how much pain it'll be for new yorkers now, everytime they see that huge hole in the skyline where the buildings once were, they'll be reminded of this.
"fine then don't talk to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"i hate yopu!"
"don't ever thalk to me again!!"
That was an actualy series of ICQ messages I got from one of the disgruntled people on my list. So yeah, I believe the entire ICQ team owes me a fucking blowjob for all the shit I have to go through sometimes. But with all the ICQ problems out there... I estimate they'd have gotten to sucking off around ICQ number 1154221 right now.