your answer's always 'maybe'

your answer's always 'maybe'

so charlene has failed me. we were gunna go down to newtribe tonight and get pierced, but no. she had to stay home and help her parents pack, whch i guess isnt her fault, but still. i really want my lip done. i almost went down anyways and got it done, but shes gunna come down tuesday, so i think i can wait. should make it more exciting i guess.

so i really feel like i have accomplished nothing at work lately. i keep showing up, and i keep not doing a hell of a lot. oh well, our computers are still sorta down so thats the main reason. and apparently we get a new guy on monday, so i gotta step it up and be the good worker. hes one of the head honchos kids, so he'll probably be useless, like the guy we had last year, oh your god. max twenty three hours a week. funny, but useless. anyways, i crave a coffee, french vanilla to be exact, so im gunna go get one.

We've rehearsed our lines clear and loud,

but the cue never came and the lights,

they never went down.

So we're passing the time, while time passes us.

The fast lanes a term never applied to us.

Without a dime to my name,

or a prayer in the world.

I walk out the door.

Destination anywhere but here.

Away from you.

my moves will be so hot you'll have to stand under the fan

my moves will be so hot, you'll have to stand under the fan

yet another waste of a day, i get to work at regular time, and sit for an hour cause the system is still down, go for coffee for an hour, come back, put some shit in a filing cabinet, then go for another coffee for an hour, come back around noon, play minesweeper for an hour or two, go for another coffee, leave work at three ish. and i only paid for one coffee and i got paid to be there. such a waste. i would have accomplished so much more with that time.

anyways, im going to get my lip pierced on wednesday. should work out nicely. i tried to do it myself today, but it just didnt work. fucking needle wasnt as the same guage as the barbell i had. oh well. two more days and i dont have to care. im kind of wondering what im going to want next. if its nose, can someone hit me? i dont like when guys have that. something about it just isnt right. i may go for "venom" or just a surface tongue peircing. or maybe turn the lip into a snakebite. thatd be cool. dont know yet. oh well. im out to go get a coffee or something.

Let's call this the quiet city:

Where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights

Drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night

The sides we take divide us from our faith

And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire

Asleep you set the fire in your own house

And the night was a knife that cut

And I'm paralyzed

Cross out the eyes

Blur all the lines

Tearing this canvas from the wall

curse you jer! (and bran muffins)

curse you jer! (and bran muffins)

FIRSTS:
First job: a paper route in like grade four
First screen name: i.. dont do that dance, its just jay
First self purchased tape: probably.. prozzak, or some shitty music like that
First funeral: my dads grandmother is the only one ive ever been to I think..
First credit card: my lovely visa, its served me well
First love: uhh, music comes before any body (I know that’s not a real answer, but fuck, what do you want me to do? Lie?)
First enemy: id have to say garrett.. but it was more of an extreme hatred for a while
First big trip: florida, or mexico, I forget what one was first
First concert: alkaline fucking trio bitches

LASTS:
Last big car ride: to toronto.. on Sunday, which I do every week
Last library book checked out: don’t know, the last book I bought was timequake by kurt vonnegut, pretty weird book if you ask me
Last movie seen: mr. And mrs. smith
Last beverage drank: french vanilla
Last food consumed: a shitty chicken burger from mcdonalds, so disgusting
Last phone call: jer, to tell him I couldn’t get tomorrow off of work
Last text: helena, telling me about a party that I couldn’t even get to
Last CD played: senses fail – let it enfold you
Last annoyance: new tribe closing at eight and not nine
Last soda drank: dr pepper, I dont know when, but that’s all I drink
Last ice cream eaten: vanilla
Last time scolded: umm, probably when I got the eyebrow ring, and that wasn’t even scolding, more of a “we don’t like it”
Last shirt worn: moneen
Last website visited: www.questionablecontent.net

I AM: at home
I WANT: Insurance on my bike
I HAVE: nothing to do right now
I WISH: I had my tattoo
I HATE: when plans fail misserably
I FEAR: I wont get any cigars from cuba next week
I HEAR: jakalope
I SEARCH: mostly lyrics
I WONDER: what is going on this weekend
I LOVE: music
I ACHE: not right now, earlier this week I did, stupid sleeping in a car
I ALWAYS: listen to music
I AM NOT: the pimp I wish I was
I DANCE: horribly
I SING: drunk mostly
I CRY: never
I WRITE: at work
I WIN: nothing
I LOST: my blue sharpie
I NEED: a job in the fall
I SHOULD: put gratitudes cd onto my computer

YES or NO
YOU KEEP A DIARY: had a journal, havent touched it in ages
YOU LIKE TO COOK: always
YOU HAVE A SECRET YOU HAVE NOT SHARED WITH ANYONE: not that I can think of, secrets suck
DO YOU...HAVE A CRUSH: nope
WANT TO GET MARRIED: someday
GET MOTION SICKNESS: no
THINK YOU'RE A HEALTH FREAK: definitely not
GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS: yeah
LIKE THUNDERSTORMS: love em, but we never get them in decent weather
CURRENT HAIR COLOR: “do you… current hair colour” what the hell. Its black
EYE COLOR: natural, brown. with contacts, green today
FAVORITESNUMBER: 13
COLOR: blue
DAY: friday
MONTH: june I guess, just cause it’s the start of summer
SONG(S): you do not get one song, not even one artist. But to start: senses fail, spill canvas, gratitude, the used, my chemical romance. And so on…

PREFERENCES
CHOCOLATE MILK, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: chocolate milk (i dotn understand why there is only one preference)

IN THE LAST 24 HRS, HAVE YOU...
CRIED? no
HELPED SOMEONE? Yeah, I helped some lady carry her baby and carrige up and down some stairs at yorkdale
BOUGHT SOMETHING? A bunch of clothes
GOTTEN SICK? yeah
GONE TO THE MOVIES? no
GONE OUT FOR DINNER? yes
SAID I LOVE YOU? no
WRITTEN A REAL LETTER: no
TALKED TO AN EX?: no
MISSED AN EX?: no
WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL?: no
HAD A SERIOUS TALK?: no
MISSED SOMEONE? no
HUGGED SOMEONE? no
FOUGHT WITH YOUR PARENTS? no
FOUGHT WITH A FRIEND? no

WOULD YOU EVER...
Eat a bug?: sure
Bungee jump?: sure
Kill Someone?: if I was a hitman, haha, that would never happen
Kiss someone of the same sex?: I dont plan on it
Parachute from a plane?: sure
Walk on hot coals?: I do in shoes all the time..
Go out with someone for their looks?: itd probably be a factor
Be a vegetarian?: definitely not
Wear plaid with stripes?: why not
IM a stranger?: sure
Sing Karaoke?: get me drunk and I’ll sing to anyone apparently
Get drunk off your Ass?: yeah
Star in a porn video?: no
Dye your hair blue?: why not, im doing red soon hopefully
Be on Survivor?: sure
Wear makeup in public?: sure, why not?
Not wear makeup in public: it tends to be the norm
Cheat on a test?: I have, and will probably do it again come december
Make someone cry?: to be an ass, no.
Date someone more than 10 years older than you?: no
Stay up all night? sure

Hers were green like July

Hers were green like July

A Scale, A Mirror, And Those Indifferent Clocks - Bright eyes

Here is a scale. Weigh it out and you will find, easily, more than sufficient doubt that these colors you see were picked in advance by some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty. They are smeared and these blurs come in random order to color the eyes of your former lovers. Hers were green like July except when she cried they were red. Now I know a disease that these Doctors can’t treat. You contract it the day you accept all you see is a mirror and a mirror is all it can be. A reflection of something we’re missing. And language just happened, it was never planned, and it’s inadequate to describe where I am in the room of my house where the light has never been waiting for this day to end. And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore everything that we hate or adore. Once the page of a calendar is turned it’s no more. So tell me then, what was it for? Oh tell me, what was it for?

gotta give props to zach, happy twentieth, that was a pimping party man. we gotta do it again for jers in a few weeks.

your the brightest star tonight

your the brightest star tonight

saw mr. and mrs. smith this weekend. gotta say, it is pretty sweet, so many guys died. haha. i liked the way it kind of jumped forward through time the way it did to tell the story. worked well. so today at work, it was like four hundred degrees in the office. which hella sucked, but it is just about to rain hardcore here. i've been waiting for this for a good week now. i dont know why, but rain is so fun. but so many people hate it, so.. to hell with you guys. anyways, it started now, so im gunna go outside.

There are words carved in my chest
And they said...
"Could somebody show me the kind of affection
That you only see in the movies,
you know what I mean, you know what I mean"
I will suck the elixir from your fingertips
Until I feel my head start caving in
My mouth will overflow with your evil soul
And I'll be convulsing for days in this hole
Bubbling at the lips that you used to love to kiss

now available on dvd and for psp

now available on dvd and for psp

yeah, so i heard that on some commercial adn i was like "WOAH, for psp, what the fuck is this shit" movies being released just for that peice of crap? christ. anyways, im lovign this song "so much" by the spill canvas. seriously. heres a qoute to convert all you non believers.

Pack your things we can leave today
Say our goodbyes and get on the train
Say goodbye
Just you and I in the sweet unknown
We can just call each other our home
If I had to choose a way to die
It'd be with you
In a goosebump infested embrace
With my overanxious hands cupping your face
In a goosebump infested embrace
With my overanxious hands cupping your cherub face

man alive, i could listen to that song for three days straight, then id just be like "christ i am sick of this song, why did i listen to it for three days straight, theres so many other good songs, i just ruined this one" anyways, my fingers are tired of typing incoherent words to you. I'll see you all back here on Friday for a comic that is not only funny, but involves themes of punk girls sans clothing. OH THE EXCITEMENT. haha