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..and so are narcotics. Nah, not really, but I bet I have your attention now eh?
I am stoned as fuck and a bitch just left my apartment. I can't even remember her name right now. She thinks my name is Kyle. Yep.

I've been bumping some Curtis Mayfield lately. It's a nice change of pace on a sunny day.

*lights cigarette*

So how are you doing?

Really?

Me too. It took a little while, but I finally got that shit done. Damn the man and his proverbial ass. Like he knows what the fuck he is talking about.

Those are the breaks. At least you ain't livin in the bricks.

I am gonna go to sleep now considering I have to wake up for work at the crack of noon.

Alright, you too.

Peace.

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Friday May 19th 2006

I’ve recently started the Abs Diet, well at least I’m in the transition stage at the moment. This basically involves a lot of fresh salad, high protein and wholegrain foods. As I delve into its six meals a day eating structure I’ve basically originated with lunch and started to move outwards. Three out of five lunches this week have been turkey and salad on wholemeal.
Another aspect of the diet is a balance of all essential nutrients, a lot of which can be covered by sunflower seeds. So it was my lunchtime plan today to go to Charlseworth Nuts in the Myer Centre and get a bag of seeds after finding an appropriate sandwich retailer to match my dietary requirements.

Strolling into the food court I noticed a hubbub around Healthy Habits sandwich bar which looked like it was in the process of its new opening, what with the balloons everywhere and giant sandwich character jumping around.

Now an important part of this story hinges on the contents of my wallet. I only had a $5 plus lots of change including a few golds. However at home in my draw I had $160 in notes that I left there earlier in the week and forgot about. Thus I was quite stubborn that I wasn’t going to go to the bank when I could just get money from home.

Based on their nutritious values Healthy Habits seemed the perfect place to find lunch. I approached the counter and placed my order for a wholemeal turkey sandwich with lettuce, tomato and carrot. This was made quickly, cut and wrapped and looked quite appetising. This was shitting all over Sub Primo, which was about 10 metres to my left with very little business. No doubt people had been reading my site...

"$11.20" said the smiley server, snapping me out of my thoughts as she was placing my sandwich on the counter. I was taken aback, and asked her to repeat the price.

"$11.20."
I opened my wallet and peered within the change compartment, adding up all I could see. No way could I make $11. This was a fucking rip off. But it looked so nice! They didn’t take EFTPOS or credit card.

"I’ll just walk to the ATM" I told her. She smiled back in agreement.
I started walking to the edge of the food court towards the ATMs and then I kept going. I walked around the corner and up onto the escalator and left my sandwich sitting on the counter. No way am I paying $11 for a sandwich, not unless it’s the same size as that giant sandwich guy, who had curiously disappeared over the course of my order.

The escalator was reaching its summit and I was thinking to myself what a great journal entry this would be as I strolled back out onto the mall and onto the search for a better lunch. It was as I stepped into the sunshine that I saw him, the Sandwich. He and some helpers were standing on the mall giving out balloons and bouncing around. I swore to myself, ducked my head and strode off as fast as I could.
"Hey!" I heard a yell, but I didn’t turn around.

I reached another store in a minute or two and bought the same sandwich in roll form for almost half the price. I even had money left for a sugar-free ice tea. I thanked the lady and left to get back to work with my delicious and well priced lunch bagged and in hand.

I strode past the Myer Centre on the way back but kept to the shadows as I passed. Suddenly I heard quick thuds behind me. Before I could turn completely around I was taken down by the sandwich. He trapped me against the sidewalk. I quickly unpinned my arm and grabbed his head and slammed it into the ground. He rolled off me, dazed, and I stood up. I went to kick him but he grabbed my leg and threw me backwards. He stood and tried to catch his breath as we circled each other. I looked at my ice tea, now spilt on the ground.

I taunted him, curling my finger towards myself. He screamed and lunged at me but I side stepped and he caught my elbow to the back of his neck. He turned around and swung but I’d ducked and pulled out my trademark Mortal Kombat II uppercut. He fell backwards and I stamped my knee into his back and ground him into the street. He struggled but couldn’t get up, I no doubt abetted by the fact his arms where sticking straight out the front of his body. I used one hand to lift up his face and then slammed it into the ground. And again, and again and again. I left his bloody body twitching there on the sidewalk and strode through the crowd of onlookers, collecting my strewn bagged lunch as I passed by. I was spattered with blood, but it was casual Friday and I hadn’t even shaved for two days so it went unnoticed.

I figure I’ll have to wait three to five days before I can go back to the food court and get those sunflower seeds. But that’s probably ok because I doubt I would have had the money for them today anyway, and the last thing I need to do is beat the shit out of a giant cashew.

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Today, I skipped school to go to a job interview at 10. After filling out an application and waiting around, I went to buy Cheese Whiz to cover Kyle's truck. That stuff is so expensive. I got home around 11:30, fixed lunch, changed, and drove to Oxford. In Oxford, I discovered the secret lives of the minorities living there in squalor; I turned the corner of a tea parlor to find an alleyway filled with trash-filled shopping carts and tiny apartments. Naturally, I did an exposé, eventually overcoming my fear of being mugged in a sun-filled back alleyway. I drove home, did some job stuff over the phone, and drove to school at 2. I was to wait for Dana and Julia in the parking lot. By 2:20, no one had shown, and I was about to leave. Just as I was leaving, Dana called, and I met her by Kyle's truck. We drew all over it with tons of cheese, and left it . I hung around school, and after the last bell rang, everyone gathered to wait and see how Kyle reacted. It was hilarious, and Kyle chased Dana all around the parking lot.

While driving home on Lombard, Alex called me to tell me that he had broken down in the middle of the road. I went back and helped him push his car out of the road, with his neighbor being completely useless. Dana came after all the work had been done, and we aimlessly stared at the engine as though we knew something, until Dana's dad arrived. Ken hooked up the truck, and towed it to Dana's, and we waited for Dana to drop off Alex's neighbor.

When she returned, we took off to Rising Sun in search of oil. Alex's engine still was turning over, so there was an off chance it might not have been ruined. We decided on the way that it would be completely hilarious to cover Kyle's truck in cheese once again, in his driveway. We stopped at Martin's to pick up more cheese, and then stopped at a few stores which had no Slick 50, the engine oil lubricant. I knew we would have to go to Elkton, but first we needed to prank Kyle again.

Dana drove up to Kyle's mailbox, and we all sprang out of the car, cheese in hand. We left the doors open and the car running, and snuck up all ninja-like. The truck sparkled, having been freshly cleaned. Once again, it was covered. Alex and I ran out of cheese, and yelled at Dana to come on. We darted back to the car, and Dana threw down what cheese she had left and ran. We all jumped in the car and Dana took off. It was definitely the most hilarious, best thing we've ever done. Dana mentioned that she dropped a half-full can of cheese, and I demanded we go back so Kyle couldn't retaliate with cheese of his own. We drove back again; Alex popped out of the car and took some photos, while Dana cheesed the car more and fell in the snow. Finally, they jumped back in, and we reversed down the neighbor's driveway at 60 mph.

We laughed all the way to Elkton. In Elkton, we drove around a bit until we picked up the oil and Slick 50, and then headed back to Dana's. We decided to meet up with Mallory, Ashley Adkins, and Rob later for dinner. At Dana's, we filled Alex's truck, and began waiting. After a few minutes, Alex tried the truck - dead, completely dead.

We left for Ruby Tuesdays around 7:10, with plans to meet everyone about 20 minutes later. At Ruby Tuesdays, it took all of 20 minutes to get a table, and no one else arrived for another 15 after that. However, it was a ton of fun, a lot more than I expected to have. I dressed up for the occasion. I ordered the ULTIMATE COLOSSAL BURGER, 1 lb. of pure meat. It defeated me, shaming my family forever.

I miss Katie, and am quite jealous of the good time she's having. I can't wait to see her Friday. Valentine's Day may be a corporate holiday, and I made have had a lot of fun today, but it's still not the same without her.

Also, I haven't done any homework in days.

I can't wait for Senior Week (or Prom for that matter)! The rest of this year will be nothing but fun.

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I just ate some mysterious brown stuff off my desk.

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"It is in Men that we must place our hope." - Gandalf the Grey

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22 May 2006 @ 07:14 am

Oh awesome!

Today is a holiday! It's Victoria Day!

This does not mean that I get the day off. It does not mean that I get extra pay! Nay, it only means that special holiday bus hours are going to make me 2 hours late to work! Oh and I have to spend 50 minutes sitting at an outdoor bus terminal to make the transfer! Hooray!

*throws things*


Current Location: Not at work, where I'd usually be by now.
Current Mood: pissed off

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Lalalalala… Dreams.

You know that sensation when you have a half-decent conversation with someone who hasn’t been particularly friendly towards you. Or, in a state of guilt, stalked you for their own well-being. It’s the idea of hitting and running at the same time. It doesn’t work - you’ve been struck by the mediocrities.

I was once told not to talk about you. You this. You that. Projecting the beliefs and feelings of your own is emo, and damned if you do and damned if you don’t. Either you’re stuck friendless or too friendly. I never listened to that teacher. When you’re in a situation in which conveying an idea in the means of the second person is fundamental, It’s done. Needless to say, the last time I saw him, he was drunken in a convenience store. No, no, there is nothing wrong with drinking. This man, though, shouldn’t drink.

A town with an ocean view when you’ve never seen the ocean. It rings the bell in the now defunct Peace tower.

Sitting in a room amidst rain is a sad, sad reality.

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Wednesday, May 24, 2006

You know what I hate? People who think they're wacky.

You aren't. You're just annoying.

Also, Ethan, you're lucky you buy me beer or you would've gotten the shit kicked out of you for that little stunt you pulled last night. And if you threaten to piss on me again I will knock you out cold and leave you in the front lawn. Fucking douchebag.

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Wednesday, May 24, 2006

You know what I hate? People who think they're wacky.

You aren't. You're just annoying.

Also, Ethan, you're lucky you buy me beer or you would've gotten the shit kicked out of you for that little stunt you pulled last night. And if you threaten to piss on me again I will knock you out cold and leave you in the front lawn. Fucking douchebag.

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Yoy know what i hate?

cynical people who bitch about everything, and think they are superior and slick when doing it

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Troll again, Surt.

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I can appreciate that you don't like me. I don't like you. But surely you can appreciate that after pouring hours upon hours into this site and more than a couple bucks and posting a lot less frequently than before because of that while worrying about a plethora of other issues in my life outside the internet, I find it annoying that when I do post I'm going to be trolled/flamed/sassed by someone trying to pad their internet-ego.

You're on thin ice, and if you fuck up again, even in a really sassy and humorous way that gets you lots of high fives from your fans, you'll be banned at least until I'm gone.

I'm tired of your shit and I'm tired of working on this place and paying for it only to come in and catch shit because of a blog entry I posted in the 'post your blog' thread. If you don't think that's fair, then tough shit.

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