I haven't done this blog thingy in a while..... too busy......
and just when i thought it was all over, now i have to memorize codes and study for a business test:(
oh well. MONTREAL IS ONLY A MONTH AWAY!!
I can actually see it already. Actually it's quite blurry....
anyways.
so disney is fucked. I cant believe i watched the brave little toaster when i was little and i didnt end up being a serial killer.
Im so tiered.
This isnt working out....
OH! you know whats cool? Shrooms for Alice is cool. I have the song stuck in my head. u guys need to record all 3 and send them to me so i can listen to them all the time and be Mel.
What are your guys opinion on York vs Trent? What do u think about me living on my own in Peterbourough? Good side, you guys could come visit me all the time and It would be awesome! Bad side, I wouldn't live close anymore and i would miss everyone. Opinions?
Bananas 4011
fuji apples 4131
granny smith apples 4139
red delicious 4016
golden delicious 4020
brocoli 4060
asparagus 4080
lemons 4053
raspeberries 4054
blueberries 4240
strawberries 4250
cabbage 4069
mango 4959
other type of mango 4312
seedless oranges 4012
bartlett pears 4409
D'anjou pears 4416
green grapes 4022
red grapes 4023
black grapes 4056
plums 4040
limes 4048
kiwi 4030
i know more but im lazy.
Pizza.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
in the words of Sean Connery.... Don't think, WRITE!
I wrote these two poem/freestyle thingys without thinking, just letting the words flow from my pen. I edited 2 lines in the second poem but other than that these are the exact ones i wrote down. I like doing this, it's fun and I like the end results:)
I GOT INTO TRENT BABY!!
dancing thunder, lightning strikes
easing up from all these fights
getting used to tortured blows
through your gashes your blood flows
leaking out like pouring rain
dripping dropping through the drain
nothing more but silenced breathing
body dying, stomach heaving
all is gone, but isnt lost
the truth is crumpled up and tossed
no more reason to find answers
everyone you know is in danger
looking up to see your face
they see you, you see disgrace
smash the mirror, watch it break
let it cut you for your sake
captive minds are slowly creeping
lie in silence, alone and weaping
trapped with nowhere left to go
no more feelings left to show
do the things you never could
forget all the woulds and shoulds
live the life your dying to
dont forget that you are you
society makes up bullshit lies
trapping us like flies, we die
with nothing more to say, no reason
this is not our season
let the rain pour, snow fall
after all, we've lost it all
we have the power to set things straight
but we keep ending up doing figure eights
circle after circle, it never ends
waiting for the road to bend
ending up in the same place
led by a shockingly familiar face
we don't know who you are
but you have left a scar
sausage
I GOT INTO TRENT BABY!!
dancing thunder, lightning strikes
easing up from all these fights
getting used to tortured blows
through your gashes your blood flows
leaking out like pouring rain
dripping dropping through the drain
nothing more but silenced breathing
body dying, stomach heaving
all is gone, but isnt lost
the truth is crumpled up and tossed
no more reason to find answers
everyone you know is in danger
looking up to see your face
they see you, you see disgrace
smash the mirror, watch it break
let it cut you for your sake
captive minds are slowly creeping
lie in silence, alone and weaping
trapped with nowhere left to go
no more feelings left to show
do the things you never could
forget all the woulds and shoulds
live the life your dying to
dont forget that you are you
society makes up bullshit lies
trapping us like flies, we die
with nothing more to say, no reason
this is not our season
let the rain pour, snow fall
after all, we've lost it all
we have the power to set things straight
but we keep ending up doing figure eights
circle after circle, it never ends
waiting for the road to bend
ending up in the same place
led by a shockingly familiar face
we don't know who you are
but you have left a scar
sausage
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
rockstar, sourz , rum and tears=
There's nothing more that i believe in
sacred feelings i could bathe in
dancing in a world of knowing
feelings which i know she's not showing
living the dream, she's living it too
maybe not feeling it the way you do
screaming in her soundproof room
wondering if this is her tomb
feeling feelings is a sin
in a box we must begin
to live alone with no poison
headphones drowning out the noise and
ow
my ears begin to bleed
you have planted an early seed
to reconstruct and destroy my organs
you must make up for my choices
sacred feelings i could bathe in
dancing in a world of knowing
feelings which i know she's not showing
living the dream, she's living it too
maybe not feeling it the way you do
screaming in her soundproof room
wondering if this is her tomb
feeling feelings is a sin
in a box we must begin
to live alone with no poison
headphones drowning out the noise and
ow
my ears begin to bleed
you have planted an early seed
to reconstruct and destroy my organs
you must make up for my choices
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I wrote a poem!! YAY!
disaster befalls me, my life has crashed
one by one my hopes and dreams are shattered
finally the calm and the storm have clashed
debris of lives around me are scattered
they say one bad apple spoils the whole bunch
the tree rots, falls, and crushes me under
I should have known not to stand beneath it
blocking the rain, 'cause then came the thunder
and then the lightning hit, knocking it down
the weight of the rotten tree destroys me
facedown, pouring rain, wet ground, gonna drown
more pain, more suffering, I can't get free
why cant the storm pass so i can survive?
living like this is not being alive
haha i wonder what it's about.
noodles
one by one my hopes and dreams are shattered
finally the calm and the storm have clashed
debris of lives around me are scattered
they say one bad apple spoils the whole bunch
the tree rots, falls, and crushes me under
I should have known not to stand beneath it
blocking the rain, 'cause then came the thunder
and then the lightning hit, knocking it down
the weight of the rotten tree destroys me
facedown, pouring rain, wet ground, gonna drown
more pain, more suffering, I can't get free
why cant the storm pass so i can survive?
living like this is not being alive
haha i wonder what it's about.
noodles
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 screens I can see through!
Since everyone is doing this, and im such a bandwagon person....
ill make a list of things i want to do with my life but probably wont be able to or have enough time for.
I started this in a comment on mikey's blog so some might be repeated...
I want to help people, i dont know/care how, as long as i make a positive difference in peoples lives.
I want to be a teacher.
I want to be a guidance councellor.
I want to work at silverthorn one day.
I want to be in a large scale musical and get paid for it.
I want to be in a movie.
I want to travel to many places, including Egypt, Greece and Cuba.
I want to stay friends with my high school friends.
I want to get a good salary and buy a nice house one day.
I want to have Amanda's house.
I want to AT LEAST have Amanda's parents bathroom.
I want to get married and be a good wife, not a shitty wife.
I want my marriage to be loving and happy.
I want to be a mom one day.
I want a happy family like mine used to be.
I want to make my friends and family proud.
I want to start dancing again.
I want to retire with a good pension and maybe move somewhere beautiful and/or tropical
(this way i can relax and be a happy old person and not be in my kids way)
I want to write a book.
I want to write many books.
I cant think of more at the moment but i know there are more.
I hate being sick.
ill make a list of things i want to do with my life but probably wont be able to or have enough time for.
I started this in a comment on mikey's blog so some might be repeated...
I want to help people, i dont know/care how, as long as i make a positive difference in peoples lives.
I want to be a teacher.
I want to be a guidance councellor.
I want to work at silverthorn one day.
I want to be in a large scale musical and get paid for it.
I want to be in a movie.
I want to travel to many places, including Egypt, Greece and Cuba.
I want to stay friends with my high school friends.
I want to get a good salary and buy a nice house one day.
I want to have Amanda's house.
I want to AT LEAST have Amanda's parents bathroom.
I want to get married and be a good wife, not a shitty wife.
I want my marriage to be loving and happy.
I want to be a mom one day.
I want a happy family like mine used to be.
I want to make my friends and family proud.
I want to start dancing again.
I want to retire with a good pension and maybe move somewhere beautiful and/or tropical
(this way i can relax and be a happy old person and not be in my kids way)
I want to write a book.
I want to write many books.
I cant think of more at the moment but i know there are more.
I hate being sick.
Monday, February 16, 2009
You're like a five year old on Christmas eve....
This weekend was pretty decent. I'm glad it was 4 days long.
I got accepted to Ryerson:D so now Ryerson and York are both possibilities.
I'm working on my trent application and i cant make it sound good. It just sounds really lame, but im running out of time. Oh well.
And yes Nate, I am pretty good at holding in my anger and hiding it but trust me its there. I think u saw a slight glimpse of my anger on thursday after school. Sorry I was grumpy but talking about certain things make me that way.
The Sears play was AWESOME. I am their number one fan!!! (I'm not going to say Mel because im sure i wasnt the only person who liked it) Jessica and Vincent were awesome, and Mikey, u and Thad kicked ass with that script. I really hope it moves on, it was a fantastic play:)
HAHA! The other day I went to my locker and a certain someone who I despise was sitting at her locker. Just as I walked past her the song "Mother Uckers" came on my iPod and I couldnt help but start laughing. Perfect timing. Too many mother uckers ucking with ma shi.
FUCK. Pizza....
(I swear there is a pattern in my endings it just always ends up being pizza.....)
I got accepted to Ryerson:D so now Ryerson and York are both possibilities.
I'm working on my trent application and i cant make it sound good. It just sounds really lame, but im running out of time. Oh well.
And yes Nate, I am pretty good at holding in my anger and hiding it but trust me its there. I think u saw a slight glimpse of my anger on thursday after school. Sorry I was grumpy but talking about certain things make me that way.
The Sears play was AWESOME. I am their number one fan!!! (I'm not going to say Mel because im sure i wasnt the only person who liked it) Jessica and Vincent were awesome, and Mikey, u and Thad kicked ass with that script. I really hope it moves on, it was a fantastic play:)
HAHA! The other day I went to my locker and a certain someone who I despise was sitting at her locker. Just as I walked past her the song "Mother Uckers" came on my iPod and I couldnt help but start laughing. Perfect timing. Too many mother uckers ucking with ma shi.
FUCK. Pizza....
(I swear there is a pattern in my endings it just always ends up being pizza.....)
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Let's get drunk and go to Mandarin
I was really irritable today. It was actually quite amusing. For once I told people how i felt, and it worked out pretty well. Nobody is smart enough to know that "I don't fucking care" means "I don't fucking care", but at least i voiced it. That felt nice.
Overall today was a good day though. Well actually not really... school was good. After school was aweful but thats not the kind of thing i write about in my blog. I'm going to write about....
....
What was it that Mrs. Zosim asked us to google yesterday? The origin of AIDS ? yes, I am going to go home and google "Man fucking animal". lmao I thought that was pretty funny. She is a pretty sick teacher, but at the moment my heart belongs to Mrs. Carter. I love that woman.
I never have any inspiration anymore. I can't even think of stuff to write in my blog about or stuff to write in my writers craft journal. I'm on the lookout for a positive change. So far the only one I can find is the weather getting warmer.
When I was little I always wanted to shave my legs. I would bug my mom to let me but she thought it was ridiculous that a 9 year old wanted to shave. Her reason was always that "you have blonde hair, so you cant even see it! Why would u want to shave when you are lucky enough to have pretty much invisible leg hair?". that was what everyone always said, but that pissed me off cuz its so wrong. Having blonde leg hair doesnt mean its invisible, in fact, it REFLECTS light. So whenever it was warm enough to be out in shorts, my legs had thousands of reflective hairs on them. Sure back then I didnt have much, but everyone always made the excuse that i shouldnt/couldnt shave because my leg hair was invisible. It really isnt. Just a stupid excuse.
I feel like im turning cold. Emotionally not physically. People piss me off at a higher rate than people make me happy, so I have been growing increasingly annoyed and frustrated. There are probably 6 people in the whole world that I talk to now that dont piss me off constantly. Out of the large number of ppl I interact with daily, 6 isnt enough. I dont want to sound or seem like a bitch but im so sick of people being stupid that i tend to point it out more often now. I just dont care like I used to. I refuse to be bothered and treated badly without a little retaliation once in a while.
This was a random entry.
Chicken Fingers
Overall today was a good day though. Well actually not really... school was good. After school was aweful but thats not the kind of thing i write about in my blog. I'm going to write about....
....
What was it that Mrs. Zosim asked us to google yesterday? The origin of AIDS ? yes, I am going to go home and google "Man fucking animal". lmao I thought that was pretty funny. She is a pretty sick teacher, but at the moment my heart belongs to Mrs. Carter. I love that woman.
I never have any inspiration anymore. I can't even think of stuff to write in my blog about or stuff to write in my writers craft journal. I'm on the lookout for a positive change. So far the only one I can find is the weather getting warmer.
When I was little I always wanted to shave my legs. I would bug my mom to let me but she thought it was ridiculous that a 9 year old wanted to shave. Her reason was always that "you have blonde hair, so you cant even see it! Why would u want to shave when you are lucky enough to have pretty much invisible leg hair?". that was what everyone always said, but that pissed me off cuz its so wrong. Having blonde leg hair doesnt mean its invisible, in fact, it REFLECTS light. So whenever it was warm enough to be out in shorts, my legs had thousands of reflective hairs on them. Sure back then I didnt have much, but everyone always made the excuse that i shouldnt/couldnt shave because my leg hair was invisible. It really isnt. Just a stupid excuse.
I feel like im turning cold. Emotionally not physically. People piss me off at a higher rate than people make me happy, so I have been growing increasingly annoyed and frustrated. There are probably 6 people in the whole world that I talk to now that dont piss me off constantly. Out of the large number of ppl I interact with daily, 6 isnt enough. I dont want to sound or seem like a bitch but im so sick of people being stupid that i tend to point it out more often now. I just dont care like I used to. I refuse to be bothered and treated badly without a little retaliation once in a while.
This was a random entry.
Chicken Fingers
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