Hittin The Board For The Lord

Saved! is such a boss movie. Chad Faust (I have his auto!!) And Patrick Fugit are such foxes frsrs.

So today I hung around not doing too much. My knee is fully functional now, although if I touch it, not so good.

Alexander Mac aka FrankenMac decided to restart on me, which means I won't be word processing any time soon as I've decided to just wait until I get a new computer to attempt to turn it on again I suppose I'll have to transfer my files now. I might as well save up for a new iPod and begin a new collection on a new computer as Hamish is nearly full anyway and I don't really bother keeping music files on Aly as they just slow it down and take up picture space.

Maxim DeWinter was going strong until it decided to conk out on the internet half way through the day, so I've been sticking to Alohisha GG for the rest of the day, not my fave as Maxim has the better battery and MSN. But oh well, I'm sure it'll fix itself eventually.

I found my nobabies noperiod pills in the back pocket of my nudies today, too late. I guess I'll just bleed this week and not worry about it for another 3+ months. Not so much yay. I'm awkwardly crampy, which is hella weird as I don't usually get crampy anymore. Oh well.

I decided to get back on my skateboard today and skated down to metro for something to drink. I ended up with green poweraid and bugles as its vegan and yummy. I ate them a little quick and got queasy to Andrew WK. I decided to go chill with the roomies. That was good fun. Some hilarious guys came over and everyone tried as hard as they could to get me to take a hit of weed or a sip of their vodka, however as I say, "I don't drink or do drugs."

So then they called me straightedge. *eyeroll* Which is hella lame. Being clean doesn't require a lable just like drinking occasionally doesn't either, so why the fuck be pretentious and give it one? I haiiiiiight sXe people who are oh so proud to call themselves straightedge. Get a life and get over yourselves.

So now a total of 10 or so people have seen my tattooed ass. Ahahaha, the only person who has seen it more than once is meeee!!! I don't show it off much, butt I like to look (see what I did there?).

I think I might have athsma. I'll wait until I get a healthcard to explore that further. The last time I smoked a cigarette, half nearly killed me (and then I almost died falling down a run on my snowboard because it mellowed me out way much) and then I had this crazy hacking nasty cough when people were smoking pot in the kitchen... So yeah, I'll get that checked out. I've discovered that I'm not deaf in my left eat; my headphones just suck ass.

Last night I had this epic dream about Jurassic Park, which has me jonesing to read the book again. Last time, I distinctly remember listening to it on tape early early in the morning, in the spring, while having bought a ton of shit, chai tea, and hot dogs from 7/11 and then having them with mama in the livingroom. And then later probably skipping school as I often did when I was a junior. It was a fun year. I like that I only really went to high school for two years. Everyone always says, "yeah, it sucks; but you have to go," when really, you actually don't have to go at all. Obviously.

I'm dyyying to nerd out over JPark when I finally get my hands on a copy. I'm also looking forward to reading Nabakov's Lolita. Fersher. I hear its megahellauber dirty as fuck. Oh goodie. I've wanted to read it ever since I heard that one Police song.

Probably work on cleaning the room tomorrow. It needs it + my keys are AWOL/MIA/POW. Sleep now though. I neeed it. Shaved my sides today with clippers I found + can put hair in ponytail. Stoked!

Must see ily, man.

You Look Like Something I Want

Last night I decided to go for a late night skateboarding session through the sidewalks of Toronto when they would be empty enough not to kill people. Even though I really don't know how to skateboard. I've discovered that it really really is not as much like snowboarding as I thought it was. But what's the point of having a $200 custom built board if you can't use it? Anyway, I mostly glided my way downhill a little past Queen, pretending I was Stacy Peralta - the epic hair. Oh how I wish. Or maybe even Jay Adams. One of the Z-Boys. Although, I was probably most like Sid who was quite bad at skating.

I found a nice man who told me that unlike on a snowboard, with skateboarding, you put your foot in the middle of the board. Ahahaha, oh how little I know. I need to watch Lords of Dogtown again; I effing love that movie. Especially repeating "Are you guys lost or whaaaaaaat?" Five times after Heath Ledger says it in that crazy accent of Skip's.

Anyway, I totally ate it in this lovely parkinglot down the road. I'm very very glad I wore $25 Bullheads instead of $200 Nudies to go boarding because I trashed the right knee of those pants.

So anyway, I was walking back home when I saw this lovely smooth ramp on the Ryerson campus right near the Ram. I skated down it 3 times and the 3rd, I didn't quite get my left foot off the board so I ended up twisting my right knee and falling straight on it and into a pillar. I'm a tiny bit excited to finally have injured myself in some sport related way... Unlike the one time I sprained my ankle in 8th grade during English class while walking down the hallway.

Anyway, I got up under the impression that I was pretty okay, walked about 30 feet, and decided that holy fuck I was absolutely not okay. Annnywho. I walked home because I'm a toughie and got some ice, decided that really really wasn't gonna cut it and then headed to the ER just down the road.

I was there from 1 to 5 in the AM with some rather interesting characters. I got some xrays taken which is always interesting because I got to see my bones. They're prettier than yours are :P. Haha. Kidding. But they're very nice looking. Completely sublime. Its why I keep them hidden. If you saw them, you'd stare until I smacked you.

They sent me home on crutches. Oh fun times. Crutches are like this awful involuntary full upperbody work out including arms and abs that's almost worse than just walking since they bruise your arms and ribcage on both sides. Horrid, horrid things. I just walked home.

the crutches came in great handy this morning though since my knee was being megaevils. Probably because I had just woken up. Anyway, I took a shower and then headed to the ram for lunch since its way close.

Rob was working today which was awesome as we got to get caught up a little and such. The food there is amazing, by the way, so go if you get the chance. I went back home, took a nap, woke up, ate the rest of my thai tofu wrap, went back to sleep, and then now I'm awake again and about to go watch some epic Thursday night TV!

I'm so stoked its finally spring!

Give My Regards To Soul And Romance

So yesterday was pervert day in Toronto. Like seriously, I got hit on more than I did on Saturday when I wasn't wearing pants. It was ridiculous. Some creeper was like, "I like your body, can I have it?" It was totally ridiculous. Oh, and I managed to get and pop blisters while walking around exercising. Yummy.

Today I went down to Queen W. And turned in my resume at the tattoo parlour. Naturally I got a bit lost, however I ended up in a Starbucks where they charged me for a tall and gave me a grande. Sweet! Then I went grocery shopping and bought squash which I will be asking my mum about how to cook. My roomie Theresa told me about this thing where you just drink tea and forget to eat which sounds slightly anorexic, but good for fitting into ultra skinny jeans.

I think I'm just going to mellow out today, maybe unpack bags and boxes.

I'm Sick Of Always Hearing "Act Your Age"

The title of this blog are lyrics from the Sum 41 song "Fat Lip". Considering the current state of my face, I felt it proper. I still have an awkward fatLip and I'm wondering when it will go away. For the most part, I've just been leaving the rings alone as I usually do. I can tell that they are healing. It's a little gross, so I won't go into the details because it's a little bit gross. But they're freely moving and slightly less painful than before. I'm dying for them to heal up all the way so that I can switch out the rings.

Anyway... I've had a super lazy day today. It feels like my ass is eternally bruised. Like ferrealz. I guess I'm just always tripping down stairs.

I sat around watching Bones forever. Nothing better to do today and too lazy to do anything worth getting up for.
I really wish I had some Bactine right now.

The Devistating Backstroke

So yesterday I hung out with Brendan which was honestly awful. He's far more annoying than I remember him being. So I cut that visit rather short. I now have monstro hickey right over a birthmark that apparently looks like a hickey anyway. I think it looks like a swastika. Whatever. Now when anyone actually asks if its a hickey, I'll have to say yes. Boo.

Crap time with shitty camp friends was easily made up when I called my bff Carol and asked if she could and wanted to come to Toronto with me for newyears. She said yes and so did her mom. Yay! Roadtrip! I went and picked her up and we hightailed it over to inkslingers to get my lip pierced. John actually asked if I burnt myself with a curling iron. Hahaha.

Lip piercings turned out sweeeet. I can't wait to get smaller rings put in. Its going to look epic. Alex says its too much, but I don't think so. Anyway, this lady got a tattoo of a rainbow kokopeli or however its spelt because she is an author. "Oh, cool. What do you write?" "Gay erotica fiction." "Oh. ...my parents are gay..."

Haha! We promptly went out to the front room silently laughing. Jesus on a cracker. But when we're there, we really do whatever we want since we're totally VIP customers.

I was freaking out before I got my shit pierced because Carol kept saying it was going to hurt A LOT. John sprayed my lip with some novacaine that he smuggled in from tiajuanna (sp?). It mostly made all of the inside of my mouth numb and it felt super weird. Carol held my hand the whole time, which was great because the last time anyone held my hand for a piercing or whatever I was 15 and it was my navel that was getting the needle. Thanks Carol!!

We headed over to 7-11 to get a slurpee and decided that John lieks meeee. Which I don't mind at all. He's totally adorable anyway. I got a blue raspberry and vanilla cream flavoured slurpee. It was aces hight. Carol got coffee. We also bought this crazy stretchy pink spiney penis with eyes that has this light up thing in it. I guess it was supposed to be a caterpillar.

We didn't quite want to go home so we went up to movie 16 at the mutant mall. That place is sooo ghetto creepy. We decided to see Saw V. It was pretty good. Totally sick and twisted of course.

Anyway, I'm going over to hers later today to pick her up and go park by a dumpster so that we can clean out my car. Aces! I fucking love that girl.

Close Your Eyes, Clear Your Heart

So this morning I woke up and my right arm hurt like crazy. I guess I slept on it weird. Anyway, brushing my teeth was like torture, I had to do it with my left hand which was just awkward.

My aunt and I went shopping at Target, we didn't really get much. I got us hot chocolate at Starbucks though. I guess everyone here gets a lot of Starbucks, it's not like I'm any different at home though. The Bucks at Eaton is really close.

I talked to Stephanie for a while which was fun and I had an epic phone conversation with Kate.

I've just realized that one of my favourite songs is not about vampires, but pro-vegitarian... check it out.

Anyway, I guess I'm just going to couch (bed) in the hope that when I wake up, my arm will feel better.

Oh. There was an earthquake earlier today. I slept through it.

I hate this place. I want to go home.

Truth Is You Can Stop And Stare

So my headphones are decidedly broken. Fuckkk. I need good headphones at all times. The only way they work correctly is if I ditch the long cord and keep the short cord tight with my computer, which really isn't all that great because my computer doesn't have all that much music on it and Eric still hasn't fixed the internet so I can't pirate any. This is so sucky.

Anyway, my original plan for the day was to stay in bed because I totally got thrashed boarding yesterday and everything hurts. Then I remembered that I had 50 dollars and I get up for tattoos any day any time.

I got crucio on my right wrist. Next time I get money I'm getting imperio on my left wrist. It's super pretty and just a little evil looking. When the internet works again you'll have pictures but until then, check my facebook.

Anyway, I'm going to do nothing until late in the night/early in the morning at which point I will pass out.

I Wanna Hurt You Just To Hear You Screaming My Name

So this morning I went to my mother's bright and early to weasle some money out of her. Very successful indeed. Anyway, after we had breakfast I played KH2 for a while which is always megafun.

I took a nap. Unpleasant dreams of a certain someone ensued and I woke up with some random man leaning over me and scrubbing at the couch. Awkward.

After I had lunch with my mother, I headed to modern skate and surf for some much needed gear. I got some totally boss burton snowpants that I'm totally in love with, the best pair of goggles I've ever had, and a dakine hat that I'm sure I didn't need, but I fucking love hats so whatever.

I headed up to P to the fucking K-nob ater that, got all of my gear on, and got fucking snowy. I fucked up my left knee, right hip, the surface of my left hip, and both of my wrists. I've also discovered why I don't ski anymore; I suck!!!

I was boarding down shaboom and I totally ate it all down the hill and got ice burn on my hip and stomach. Not fun.

My new headphones might be rather brokenish... Ill have to look into it.

Anyway, I'm super tired and not looking forward to how my body will feel tomorrow.