Monday, April 12th, 2004: Terribly sorry, but I probably won't update my journal here or IGNSAA anymore.  There might be the occasional message or update... but I have a Live Journal now and it's just so much easier to update it and stuff.  For a while I tried to update all 3 at once, but it just got to be too much of a hassle... so yeah, I have a link to my Live Journal... I'm sure you are devastated.  I know I am.  I really didn't want it to come down to this... well, we'll see how things go.  Thanks. Wednesday, April 7th, 2004: The Macbeth play that we did (Act 4) was pretty good.  I got to be Witch 3, Ross in scene 2 and Macduff in scene 3.  I think we got a lot better mark than we deserved, and so I'm pleased.  Though, I dunno.  I'm pretty much feeling weird today.  Neither here nor there.  It's crazy. The other day I went to the DMV to see if I could get my L.  Apparently I need some forms to get filled out.  Ah, well, I didn't care very much.  I wasn't exactly thrilled about going to get it done.  All motivation has left me.  Then I went to the library.  It was cool.  I don't often go so I enjoy when I do. I really don't have anything interesting to say.  Which is kind of crazy, when I think about it.  A lot of my entries end up being like this.  Makes me think that I don't need a journal at all. So we're in a dilema about the finals!  Since Sandy is being torn up in 2 weeks, we either have to have finals this Saturday (the long weekend) or else we tie.  It isn't fair for us to tie!  We won every single game this season.  To tie with a second place team that's MILES behind us in points would just be unfair.  I would stab myself in the face with a compass if that happened. My friend is going on this crazy date thing on Friday.  She invited me along, but it'll be weird.  Her and her boy and a bunch of her pals.  I mean, I can't NOT go.  That would be crazy.  I've been waiting ages to see meet these people.  But I just don't want to be all left out or intruding.  She's going to be with him and the other kids will be other kids over there not talking to me.  I need someone to go with.  I was trying to get a date earlier, but well, that just didn't work out.  lol.  Anyway, with that over and done with... well, I dunno.  I guess you could say that whole affair's been putting me off and in a bad mood.  But I've been pretty bi-polar of late.  Crazy. Right now I don't really feel anything.  The day wasn't terrible.  It could have been better, but it also could have been a lot, lot worse... I'm starting coaching 10 year old boys soon, with my cousin.  It should be exciting.  I'm really looking forward to working with kids at an age where they can really starte developing their skills.  And with boys, they'll do it a lot faster and pick things up a little better... they'll also be more difficult to manage, I think.  But hey, I'm up for the challenge! I was thinking about how it's so important for people have something in their lives.  Some one passion that that's what they're all about.  And I don't mean people.  I mean like, some people have sports, soccer, skipping, dance, field hockey, the like that... some have their art, music or their writing.  I just think it's really important to have that little something in your life to keep it stable and interesting.  It really gives you something to bound with other people... even if your interests aren't the same, I can totally relate how they feel for it, and you can talk about all the neat and cool things you can do or have done and all of that good stuff.  I was just thinking about that. I've been craving eggs lately.  Last night I could hardly sleep I was craving so badly an omlette with cheese, and ham and peppers and mushrooms and MmmmMmmm... so I just put 2 eggs in a pot and boiled them.  There was no way I was going to go through the effort of making an omlette... but that was like half an hour ago and I just checked on my eggs.  The water had almost all boiled dry and my eggs were all cracked... my poor eggies... Quote of the Day: "If you want it, you can have it.  But you gotta learn to reach out there and grab it." Monday, April 5th, 2004: You know how yesterday I was all happy?  Yeah, well, today I'm pissed.  And confused and angry and upset.  And that thing that I said I knew was going to happen?  That big thing?  Well, it sucked.  That BETTER not have been the thing I've been waiting for.  The thing that I don't know what it is that's going to happen.  It better not be or I'll cry.  School sucks.  Everyone sucks.  Gosh, sometimes I'm so stupid I just want to kill myself.  I have to go to fucking work now.  Go eat some cow and choke. Sunday, April 4th, 2004: Well, what can I say?  It's a glorious day!  With Day Lights Savings and the chirpy birds, sunny sun, pretty flowers and the total lack of desire to attend school any longer... what more do you need to know that spring has sprung?  Ah, wonderous world.  And it is too. I had 2 games yesterday, and I don't want to seem like a pansy or anything, but they killed me.  Slayed me dead.  Murdered me thrice before I hit the ground.  It was crazy.  My first game was a third division game and we played the second place team (we were in third) and we won.  So now we advance to the finals.  I was trying to play really well but not tire myself out because I knew I had a game right after that for my actual team in division two... so I was trying to play well, but still conserve my energy so I was being pretty lazy and making my cousin do all the running for me.  It worked out pretty well.  I made some nice plays and passes... I just wish people could try a little harder to put their sticks down or to run to get a pass.  It really bugs me when people just don't try.  Like, if they run 2 steps more or they push themselves just a touch... ugh.  Not to say that I'm a super player, because I'm not.  Just somethings bug me.  My second division game was really hard because I was tired.  We played our rivals, and it was a good game.  We won, of course.  Was there ever any doubt?  We advance to the finals as well.  We're just that good. You know what bugs me?  They're ripping up the sand based turf.  I love that thing like I love my mother.  Maybe even more.  The turf never berates me.  They're replacing it with a water based turf.  Water based is pretty good... but it'll never take place of my sand based turf.  Good ol' Sandy.  I'll never forget you and the good times we had... oh, how I'll miss thee.  You've treated me so well these past years... made me look so good.  Sure, we've had our fights and disagreements... I've fallen you've scraped and infected... but still... still, when you are gone, I feel a part of me will also be gone.  I've never seen another sand based anywhere and no field I've ever played on has ever compared.  And I fear, never will.  This water based will never take the place in my heart that dear Sandy has occupied for the past 5 years.  What's worse... when they tear up Sandy in 2 weeks all we'll have left is Rubber the rubber based turf.  It's not that Rubber isn't a good field... it is... multi-purposeful too... we just don't see eye to eye.  We don't quite get along as I would like.  I just don't understand Rubber... keeping secrets from me and keeping distant... I need a field that is totally and completly honest with me.  I need to trust the field and know that it'll treat me right.  And we have this really important tournament coming up... and from that tournament selectors will be there.  The selectors will pick the best players to fill 2 teams to be able to call themselves Team BC... and I so badly want to be on one of those teams.  And it will be so difficult on Rubber.  Oh well... good bye, Sandy.  You will dearly missed.  This is my tribute to you.  You were the best turf there ever was and ever will be!  Though you will be torn up and gone, you shan't ever be forgotten to me. Ah... but nevermind that... it's a wonderfully beautiful day out today and I'm not working and I don't have regional training!  All I have is tones of homework that I probably won't do so it doesn't matter anyway!  Hooray!  What a wonderful day.  I don't know why I'm in such a lovely mood today, but do not question it!  I'm not.  I'm just waiting for something great to happen.  I just have that feeling.  Something big and something special is going to happen.  And I can't hardly wait! You know what bugs me?  One of my biggest pet peeves is when people say they'll call you and then they never do.  I don't mean the whole polite "We should hang out sometime.  I'll call you." kind of thing.  I don't care about the vague polite times you say it out of courtesy.  I mean the times when they really mean it or when they say, "I'll call you around 6" and it's 8 and they haven't called you yet?  <i>Espcially</i> if it's for something important like homework or something annoying like that that you pretend you don't care about but secretly you fret about it every night before you go to bed.  Ugh. It was so hot yesterday it was disgusting.  It was like sweat dripping off of me.  Ew, and then drying on me.  That's gross too.  All that salt.  MMmMmMm... it reminded me of when I was in Brandon.  Brandon was worse though.  It was like breathing in fire and your lungs were just burning.  And you just wanted to die.  But you couldn't die because that would suck.  Badly. Quote of the Day: "My best friend is a midget and we do everything together... except seesaw, because that's just unfair." Saturday, April 3rd, 2004: I think finally I'll go get my license. Well, by that, I mean my learners for my license. I should have gotten it a long time ago, but I never did. I don't want to drive. Ever. I mean, so long as I have people to drive me places, why should I need to drive myself? But my folks especially want me to get it... plus, you just need the proper motivation sometimes... I guess. You know what bugs me? The fact that I really like the new Britney Spears song, "Toxic". I mean, it doesn't JUST bug me... I HATE the fact that I like it. It's SO weird. Lyrically, it's got nothing. Nothing at all! The music video is crap to the max. TO THE MAX! It starts out with her being some sort of stewardess on some plane and she's serving drinks in this outfit that looks like a space outfit... anyway, she's serving these drinks and she accidentally spills one in this man's lap! OH NO! You better clean that up, Britney. And then she is in the bathroom making out with some middle age dude. But she whips off his mask and he's actually a really good looking young guy instead of a slightly over weight, kind of blading middle aged man! HOORAY! Now she can kiss him earnestly! The rest of the video is pretty much a mystery. Nobody knows what's going on. I think she's trying to get some toxin to feed to that dude that she was making out with earlier and she's got all these different guises. One of them being a bunch of jewels strategically placed on her body. That wasn't cool. Even some parts of the song I don't like and think are annoying! And yet... and YET it STILL didn't stop me from downloading the crappy song. And you know what else gets to me? The fact that I was trying to download a better song called "White Trash Beautiful" by Everlast and I just couldn't find a complete copy or a copy that didn't have weird glitches in it. And it's really weird. It was like EVERYONE had one like that. I'm thinking that if people had these songs they would be like, "Hey, these songs aren't finished and there's weird sounds in it too. I think I'll delete it." But OHHHHHHHHHHH no! It took me FOREVER to find a good copy of it. But when I look for HER song, what do I get? BILLIONS of perfect copies. I HATE THAT. I HATE IT! The bus fares have gone up again. That also sucks. I mean, I used to pay an even 10 dollars for a sheet of 10 tickets. And now I have to pay 12 dollars for a sheet of 10? COME ON NOW! I don't need this! The bus system in Victoria better get A LOT better REALLY soon, or I'll be upset. Even though the bus fares have gone up, I have a way to counteract it. I just got a raise at work. That's right. KFC's treating me right... kind of. I was thinking, seriously, about quitting my job a couple of weeks ago. I mean, I hate my job so much. I love the people, but the customers... I just hate. They are so rude and they just stress me out. The job has WAY too much stress for my liking and I just don't need that. But I knew I couldn't quit until I found a better job. I wanted one less involved with customer service. But I knew that it would be very hard for me since I am still pretty young. Plus, a job that pays more than 9 dollars is pretty hard too... so anyway, the day I was seriously thinking about quitting I was talking to my manager and I remembered I get my raise since I've been there for 7 months or 500 hours now. So now I got a raise of $1.41. Not a bad raise, if you ask me! So now I CAN'T leave. It's too much of an incentive. Damn you, money! You ARE the root of all evil. When I get my tax return I'm buying new shoes. Had this Wear Your Seatbelt guy come to our school and give a presentation. It was pretty sad and the things he said were gruesome and yeah. It was pretty serious. But I couldn't feel bad for the people who where killed. The innocent people made to suffer. It's just too hard. I mean, I felt bad, but it's difficult since I don't really know them at all. And he's just showing us these images and it's just weird. Besides, I was too busy making fun of the guy with my friend. He said some pretty crazy things. He lost me as soon as he started. He put on this rap music video to try and get through to us. I guess people are thinking that rap is the cool thing now, so we should incorporate rap into everything possible. But anyway, the guy rapping was white. And he wasn't a very good rapper. The song was about drinking and driving. Or wearing your seatbelt. I don't really know. I didn't understand the guy, I only got the gist of it from the video. From what I gather, some girl lost her boyfriend in a car accident and I don't know how. I know she didn't want him to drive and that he told her off. Oh, and then, the rapper dude was wearing a pendant of the cross around his neck (his bling bling, I guess) and he picks it up and kisses it. And that was fine, but he stopped the music when he did this so all you heard was him kissing it. And it wasn't the normal kiss either. It was a super smerpy kiss that's over smerpped. It was crazy. I felt bad for the rapper because I know that if he ever wanted to turn hardcore, he wouldn't be able to. This video would be holding him back forever. Forever. So anyway, the speaker guy goes on talking. Some of the stuff he says is really crazy and scary. But then he says stuff like how airbags can be dangerous. And I know that's true. So he tells us a story to back this up. So I think, ok, someone got killed in a minor accident by her/his airbag. Nope! He told us this story about how this woman was sitting too close to her airbag and she got in an accident and the airbag deployed and the force of it blew her blouse and bra right off her chest! And she had scratches on her upper body! THE HORROR! NOT HER BLOUSE AND BRA! And then he was talking about how it can take 7/10s of a second for you to die in a car crash and all of the thigns that happen to your body when this happens. And how this isn't a short time at all and how they suffer so much. Then he goes on to say that if there 2 people and one is beyond hope, they will work on the other person. And I think, wow, leaving that other person to die seems like a worse way to go than the whole 7/10's thing. I mean, they're slowly dying on the side of the road while their friend is getting treated right beside them. That's not cool. Oh, and the last thing that got to me, that made me think he had WAY too much power... he had these scissors. He said they could cut through any clothing... even ski boots! That was pretty cool, only they looked like safety scissors you get in kindergarten. No joke. And then he was really pushing how those things could get your clothes off. "I could get anyone of you here today naked in 30 seconds!" or "If you're NOT naked by the time you're in the ambulance, you WILL be naked by the time you get to the hospital!" To make sure we're alright? Sure... I believe you Mr. Speaker Guy... Well, semi-finals for club field hockey are apon us! My third div team is in third place and we're going to rock them! My second div team is in first place, of course. For the second div team we haven't lost a game all season so earlier they just scrapped a few of our games because they deemed them "unimportant". I don't know who "they" are, but I think they are the up high field hockey people. Oh man, my English teacher looks so much like Sue Johanson from the Sunday Night Sex Show. It's soooo weird. And she says the weirdest things sometimes. Like "gangsta" and "I don't want to shaft Mr. So And So". It was crazy. Yeah... But anyway... I think that's enough yammering on for me. Quote of the Day: "Sleeeeeeeeeep nooo more MACBETH!" Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004: It was hard adjusting back into routine, but I've managed, I guess. School is just one long day after another. Nothing really new on my end of the world. Thinking about starting up a Live Journal. I didn't want to. I was trying to stay far away from it, but, well, apparently I'm left with no choice. It'll be easier to manage and maintain. Never fear though, I'll still do this one, my webpage AND that. This one will be the first to get updated. So fell special. Anyway, I feel really boring right now, talking about nothing. So I'll stop now. Quote of the Day: "This is not a cheerocracy! I make the cheercisions." Thursday, March 18th, 2004: I saw a quote today and it said: "The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was making the world believe he never existed." Can something exist when no body believes in it? And how can you pull a trick like that? And it's obvious that the world does believe in the Devil. I mean, we talk about him all the time and even if we don't exactly believe in him, we talk about him as if he was real. And a lot of people do believe in the Devil. Christians, and any evil in any religion is on the same level as that... I dunno, it was just really weird when I was thinking about it. Pokémon Blue is awesome! So is Red, but I already know what Red is all about. I tried playing Yellow but it's still super Japanesed out on me. It's like the translation is really bad and doesn't make a lot of sense. And more than half of the time it's like they got bored of English and started writing in German. I haven't played the pinball game yet, but I will get on it. The game I'm really hooked on right now is The Sims Online. It's the best game ever! I'm Zara Pamplemousse at Blazing Falls, if you ever check the game out! If you're not a stupid ass, maybe you could come be our roommate. Anyway, I gotta go play it right now because I'm obsessed. Quote of the Day: Why should you never undress in a room with a Pokémon in it? They might Pikachu! Wednesday, March 17th, 2004: Happy St. Patrick's Day! I went out with some old pals today. We went to Beacon Hill's Park Drive Thru. I got some soft serve ice cream. It was the first time in a long time. Then I had a cheese burger. Then we all went to the petting zoo! We saw the pig, we saw the bunnies! My favourite things there! Peacocks, and guinea pigs, finches, miniture horsies, donkies, ducks and goats! Big goats! Little goats! The babies were so cute! They were jumping all over the place and bleating and sucking and biting my fingers. The bunnies were so soft and cute and I wanted one. One of the little goats died last year because someone thought they were SOOOOO cute that they stole one in their backpack and it died 2 months later. It was sad. But everything else was so cute! Then we went and chased some ducks around the ponds outside. I got a cow backpack today. And Pokémon pinball, Yellow, Red and Blue! HOORAY! And I also got Sims Online! That game is awesome. The day wasn't such a bust. It ended up pretty well. I even got a nifty plastic hat. It looks hot. Quote of the Day: "Gotta catch 'em all!" Tuesday, March 16th, 2004: I saw the coolest French manicure today. With yellow instead of white. It was awesome. I was at the Commonwealth pool today and I saw things that made me think that maybe La Senza Girl isn't half bad. Little girls, less than half my age, wearing iddy biddy string bikinis. I can't handle that. I mean, do their parents think that it's cute to do that? Because I have news for you! It's not. Not at all. It's like the opposite cute. Negative cute, if you will. I know what you're thinking, you're thinking what does it matter? They're just little kids having fun. Yeah, having fun wearing skimpy little things like that. Thanks, you pedophile. Thanks for coming out. It was disturbing. And so I turn around to face a girl about my age with another string bikini. So I say, ok, this I can handle. It's a bit more than I'd care to see, but you know, at least it's not illegal for an old man to want, just creepy. She was hot, and she knew it. She was going to flaunt it. I had to turn away in disgust. Only to face another sight I wish never to see. An old man in a speedo. It's like no matter where I turned I couldn't find something appealing to look at. Then there was the kid in front of me as I was walking to the hot tub, wearing his boxer-briefs with his shorts. Like it was too much effort to get changed or something. Which reminds me, I hate change rooms. They creep me out. All confined in a small space with people of all ages getting changed around you. Benches for proping up legs and everything. And I know that normally people aren't staring at you when you get changed, at least I should hope not, I still can't handle it. There's just something about them that totally grosses me out... The funnest guy in the world is Jeremy Hotz. Look him up. He's a hoot and a half. You know what's gross? When you're at the pool and you dive to the bottom and you find someone's bandaid. That's disgusting. It kills me. You know what else I hate? I hate that I can't take super cool pictures with my SL-R camera because the lighting isn't right and no matter how much I fiddle with the buttons, the stupid bar doesn't bisect that damn circle. What the hell has the world come to? This is insane. I demand answers. I have a new source that tells me he's got a new emulator for me. Nes, I think he told me it was called. He's got not only Pokémon Red, but Blue and even Yellow! You know what's a good song? Sic Transic Gloria by Brand New. Speaking of music, I was watching MM and I saw Alexisonfire and I think they are ok. I mean, it's hard to know what the heck he's saying but it's pretty good. But I was thinking it must be HELL on his throat and vocal chords to sing like that all the time. Think about the tours! And all of his songs are like that. Man, that's rough. And then right after Brand New's song on MM I saw Britney's song, Toxic. I hate that music video, and I dislike her, and yet, I couldn't tear myself away from the screen. I hate to admit it, but she sells a good show. Sex really does sell, and all her gimicks kept me watching. I hate that. And what makes things even worse is that I find the song even catchy. It's so very annoying. I watched Bring It On Again. The first one is a lot better and a lot more impressive. This one had terrible acting and terrible script. If ever there were to be awards for the most predictable movie, this one would take it. Oh, I enjoyed it. It provided an hour and a half of entertainment. If I hadn't been watching that, I would have been watching something equally as stupid, but much, much more boring. Still, don't watch the movie. Monday, March 16th 2004: I went shopping today. Girls, 5 pairs of underwear for 10 dollars at La Senza. It's a steal. Normally I would tell you to boycott that store, but I realised that I don't care anymore about it. What I really hate is La Senza Girl. Don't make me get into it again. It's just disgusting. Went to look for swimsuits. It's distubing to see that a decent looking bikini is 120 dollars. Though, I did see a nice tankini. For a reasonable price. But still, it's a lot of money... When I get my tax return, I'm buying shoes. I can't find a free Pokémon game. My friend was looking for them for me. All he could find was Ruby and Sapphire, and I don't want that crap. Who likes the Johto league? Nobody, that's who. Nobody who counts, anyway. And it's not even for snes or znes. I don't need that. Geez... I don't know if it's called Kitchen Fresh Chicken and I don't know if they're called Kitchen Strips. No body tells me anything at work and there are no signs or billboards to tell me otherwise, so STOP asking me. The Easter Feaster meal is back on. Buy it. Don't use your crappy coupons. I hate them and I hate you. I was at work today, and at 8 o'clock we pretty much make to order any food so that there's not much over cook at the end of the day when we close at 9. But, of course, as usual, we get screwed over. So, like I was saying, it's about 8 and then a huge crowd of people come over from the hotel behind us. I'd say about 4 adults and maybe 8 or 9 kids with them. I figure, ok, a couple of family meals and we'll be on our way. But OHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! They have to go and order a BILLION single meals and ALL of of them in which we DON'T have the food for. So we have to cook all of their food. We're waiting on practically EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING! And THEN more people come in the front AND in drive thru and order MORE food that we don't have so we're using 2 or fryers for the SAME thing TWO minutes apart! We're waiting on 6 meals and with FOUR pending. And to make matter worse, we RUN OUT OF CHICKEN! I hate when that happens. People get pissed and irate because they think it's ludicrous that a chicken place should run out of chicken. And on one hand I agree with them, but on the other hand, screw you. The chicken doesn't come out of our freaking asses here. We have to friggin' cook it and we get in trouble if there's a lot of over cooked stuff. We have to budget it and sometimes we miscalculate so f'n back off. Anyway, so when all these customers come in I get all flustered and frustrated because people want their food and they're being assholes and I turn around to ask the incharge what's up and then I turn back to face the lobby and I see outside this huge crowd. I thought to myself that if they come in I'll shoot myself. I will actually shoot myself. And that's how much I would have hated it. I would have some how found a gun or made one if it came down to it and shot myself. Dead. But lucky for me they didn't come in. They just stared at me. And it was weird and it took me a while to realise they were just some kids from school making fun of me. Quote of the Day: Saskatchewan; possible the only place in the world you can watch your dog run away from home for three days. Friday, March 12th, 2004: For the day right before Spring Break, it sure did suck. It wasn't like I wasn't excited, and it wasn't just that the day went on forever, it just plain sucked. The last couple of days has really been crappy. I hate school. I hate people. Do you think that you can win an argument in Canada for pro capital punishment? I don't think it is. I mean, some people are for capital punishment in Canada, but the majority are not. Some have honest reasons, and others are going because it's not Canada. It would be so unlike Canada and bringing us to be more and more like Americans, which we are already doing. I am against the death penalty in Canada, for both of those reasons. Besides, the criminals have to live with their life choices. And in jail, they can. Accompanied by their guilt. Anyone have any of the Pokémon games on their computer for an znes emulator? I really want to play. You know what's weird? People giving advice they themselves never take. It's so easy to say something and never do it. People think that they can't follow through on something, but are excellent with advice and know what they are talking about. Not saying that's bad. I do it all of the time. And we totally need those people in our lives. It's like the law. I was just thinking that was kind of crazy. Quote of the Day: "In life, you often get what you need, and not what you want." Tuesday, March 9th, 2004: I never was much for meeting new people, but the past couple of years has shown me it isn't so bad. Change is scary, but you work through it. I went to see my elementary school today. I love it so much and it's so sad to see it boarded up, shut down and abandoned like that. Like, half my life was spent there and it's just so depressing and disheartening to see it in that state. Brought back a lot of memories. But anyway, that's in the past, I suppose. As I was saying, meeting new people is pretty cool. Getting to know different folks and learning their point of view and, I dunno, mixing things up a bit, I suppose. Really kind of opens things up... for all kinds of possibilities. And now, here's a bit of history for you folk that I learned in Socials (it does come in handy, apparently). In 1914, Canada entered in World War I. America does not join right away, and stays out because they are unsure as to the reasons for the war. After the war, in Paris at the signing of the Treaty of Versaille, they chose isolationism over being in the League of Nations where they agreed on collective security which states that these countries in an alliance will go to war for each other if in need. The irony. Oh, the irony. Quote of the Day: "Ewww! Kudos! Kudos!" "You mean cooties?" Saturday, March 6th, 2004: I made a cool 32 cents the other day at work. It was pretty nifty. I met some new kids at school. I don't think they like me. It's probably because I talk too much and I'm annoying. But I can't help that part. And now, I know what your thinking. Your thinking, "What ever happened to the Justine that was JUST sarcastic and not Complainy Complainerson?" And I gotta tell you, I think she's dead. Sorry guys. It really isn't my fault. If you people didn't give me reason to complain, I wouldn't. Nothing new has been going on around here. There was this field hockey team that I was a little worried I wouldn't make, but I did, so I'm pleased about that. I went to the gym again today. Bulking up. Now, which way is it to the beach? Quote of the Day: "Part time lipsticks need not apply." Sunday, February 29th, 2004: Happy Leap Year, everyone. Anyway, I was just reading the home page of this site when I came apon this: "People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid." Doesn't that just kill you? I mean really now. Just read it. Sure, people demand freedom of speech, but since when has freedom of thought been prosecuted? Ugh, even just saying that makes me feel stupid. It almost makes me want to say, "Duh--maybe that guy should have taken his own advice. I think he's maybe not using his freedom of thought." REALLY NOW! It just kills me! Just talking about it makes me feel like I'm getting dumber. Don't get me wrong... I'm not the smartest cookie there ever was either, but, you know, I figured that once they'd read what they'd wrote, they'd think, "HMmm... something's wrong here..." but oh well. Not really my place to critique. Been going to the gym lately. It kills me. Literally. And, you know, the other one too. The one that isn't literal. But anyway, it's like, I go to the gym, and I'm running, or biking or whatever, and I look over and see some old lady, or some young chit doing the same thing beside me, but they're reading. READING! Of course they're going slower than I am, but reading as well? That just gets me. Here I am, dying and sweating buckets, and there's this pristine female, her blonde hair all in place, her iddy biddy tank top and tight pants just walking on her tread mill... reading her magazine. I just don't get it. Ok, look, I don't mean to be a big complainy-plainy today, but I can't help it. Too many people are giving me reason to! I really don't like to say bad things about IGNSAA, because I love this place. But now, what's with those girls flashing their underwear and bras all over the place? I couldn't help but say something. It was like they were MAKING me write about them. They pretty much asked for it. At first, when they plastered their pictures all over the place it was like, "Oh, they're really pretty." But when it got more obvious that they were super posing for their pictures it was more like, "They're still really pretty, and hot, but now it's getting annoying. Really annoying." And NOW that they're posing in their underwear... it's unbearable. It just makes me want to scream and pull at my hair. Why do people do that? For the guys, I tell myself. It's all for the guys. And yet... I don't know. It just seems weird to me. It's like, "I'm a pretty girl. See my pouty lips? See my shapely curves? See my lacy bra? Now worship me." Now, I figure saying all this stuff leaves me open to ridicule, accusations and people saying, "You're just jealous because you don't have a body like that!" Ok, sure, one part may be jealousy, and that's fine. I've pretty much accepted that I won't have a body like that. Ever. When I was younger I was always telling myself that when I was older I would fill out. But I'm older now, and I get it. I'm a board with arms. But it's not all jealousy. There's a lot of annoyance, and disgust, mingled with "why doesn't anyone else see or feel this?" MAN!... MAN!!! I can't convey my feelings or... MAN! STUPID! Forget it. Quote of the Day: "Sucks to your ass-mar!" Friday, Febuary 20th, 2004: Well, math is deffinately easier the second time around. And I could teach my teacher a thing or two about math. Geez. Saturday, Febuary 14th, 2004: It's Valentine's Day today. How I dispise this day. It's so terrible. If you're not with someone, it's lonely. If you're with someone it's just another holiday where you have to celebrate something you have no idea what it means. I dunno. Today, at work, some guy asked me to go to Lucky Bar. He works there. He's a DJ. Asked me what I was doing for V-Day, and I said nothing. Told me to go to the bar. I said I was working until 11. He said I should just come over after... I finally had to admit that I wasn't old enough to go. Which is a shame. Someone actually thought I was older than I was. What a change. Then, at 11, when I was trying to leave... I was delayed. I had just gotten my incharge to unlock the door for me to leave and then some kind of shady looking guy runs up to the door and asks for chicken and he quickly shuts and locks the door with me still inside and tells the man to keep going. The man won't leave. But we're closed, and have been for an hour. A shouting match follows, along with cussing and obsene gestures on both ends. It was kind of scary. He yelled at my ride in the parking lot. I ran to my car and was afraid that even after he left, he would come and attack me. Another thing that I thought was funny this evening was the fact that it was SO busy at work. I mean, it's Valentine's Day. People should be at home making dinner for each other, not buying KFC. I mean, KFC is not my idea of classy dining on what's supposed to be a lovey dovey, romantic day. Thursday, January 1st, 2004: Seems weird to be writing 2004 now. But it doesn't feel weird. What's new with me? Nothing. New Years was... alright. But I hate people who judge people on looks alone. It frustrates me to no end. I hate when people just over look someone for another just because they are better looking. I hate when people take stupid pictures and pose and primp for a picture. I hate when people warm up to someone they don't even know because they are hot and totally forget about someone who they've been friends with for years. I hate how they instantly become second place. Some where in the background only to be brought forward when they choose to. I hate feeling second best. I was at work on that last Tuesday that I hated so much. The 23rd of December, I think. Not only did I have a long shift, I also had to close. But the thing that kills me is that, I had so much change in my till, that when I cashed out, my float was all coin and no bills at all. So I had a box of 100 dollars worth of coins. I place the box ontop of the computer monitor and it ALL falls down. So I have one hundred dollars in coins all over the floor. It was the most frustrating thing in the world. You know what else I hate? I hate people with no sense of responsibility. I also hate people who just don't give a damn about other people. I hate growing up. I hate school. I hate you. Sunday, December 22nd, 2003: I know it's been a long time since I've written. I just haven't been much in the mood lately. Christmas is just around the bend. It's pretty exciting. Got to decorate the Christmas tree. The fake Christmas tree. The fake Christmas tree that doesn't smell like pine trees. The fake Christmas tree that doesn't smell like pine and that is shorter than I am. It's actually pretty cute. I also got to do a lot of shopping. I really enjoyed it this year. I actually had money to spend. And spend I did. It was great. I finally know what it feels like to want to give more than receive. Not to say that I don't enjoy the gifts. It's going to be a good Christmas, that's all I know. School's alright. I waited forever for the Christmas break and it's finally here now. I'm so excited. I don't suppose I'll be doing anything special or anything, though. I had indoor field hockey trials today. A lot of people will think it even lowlier than regular field hockey. "Isn't that just floor hockey with field hockey sticks?" is what I get a lot. Actually, after playing it today for the first time, I'm going to go with a big fat 'No'. In fact, it's a lot different. A lot different from regular field hockey as well. You totally need a lot of skills and quick reflexes for that game. I tried out of the Lower Island team. I don't know if I'll make it. It would help my game so much if I did, I suppose. Work is ok. Got a real crap shift on Tuesday. I dred it with all of my being. Closing on a busy, busy day? No thanks. Saturday, Febuary 14th, 2004: I can't seem to get into IGNSAA, so I'm writing directly on to this now.  Oh well.  If there seems to be a big gap from this entry to the last, it's because some are still in limbo at IGNSAA.  But anyway, it's Valentine's Day today.  How I dispise this day.  It's so terrible.  If you're not with someone, it's lonely.  If you're with someone it's just another holiday where you have to celebrate something you have no idea what it means.  I dunno.  Today, at work, some guy asked me to go to Lucky Bar.  He works there.  He's a DJ.  Asked me what I was doing for V-Day, and I said nothing.  Told me to go to the bar.  I said I was working until 11.  He said I should just come over after... I finally had to admit that I wasn't old enough to go.  Which is a shame.  Someone actually thought I was older than I was.  What a change.  Then, at 11, when I was trying to leave... I was delayed.  I had just gotten my incharge to unlock the door for me to leave and then some kind of shady looking guy runs up to the door and asks for chicken and he quickly shuts and locks the door with me still inside and tells the man to keep going.  The man won't leave.  But we're closed, and have been for an hour.  A shouting match follows, along with cussing and obsene gestures on both ends.  It was kind of scary.  He yelled at my ride in the parking lot.  I ran to my car and was afraid that even after he left, he would come and attack me.  Another thing that I thought was funny this evening was the fact that it was SO busy at work.  I mean, it's Valentine's Day.  People should be at home making dinner for each other, not buying KFC.  I mean, KFC is not my idea of classy dining on what's supposed to be a lovey dovey, romantic day. Just came back from a field hockey tournament last weekend in Penticton.  Lower Island (my team) won the U18 Junior Provincial Championships.  I think that's the title.  I've never played indoor before, so it was kind of cool.  Penticton was pretty cold, with snow all over the place.  We had secret buddies, and a theme, which was monkies.  All in all, the social aspect of it was lots of fun.  We won gold against Mid-Island.  I wish we had tied.  When we played them for the first time, we were tied for wins and losses, and goals for and against.  That game ended in a tie.  So we saw them again in the finals for first and second.  We tied.  We went in to strokes and we tied.  We went into sudden death strokes and we tied.  And then tied again.  And THEN finally, we won.  It was fun.  I got to see lots of great hockey being played and I was excited that our team did so well.  The only damper on my mood was the fact that the only reason that I saw so much good hockey was because I was on the bench for so long.  I've never sat out an entire game before, much less 3 in a row.  Out of 6 games, I played less than 30 minutes.  It really sucked.  My confidence really took a blow, and it took some time to get out of my mood.  It really rattled me and I think it'll be a while before I'm myself again.  But nevermind that, I'll get over it.  Anyway, my bean plant died.  I named him Ferny and he's dead.  He's in the garbage can.  I hate Valentines Day, but I love Lady Uh-Ohs and Sims Online.  I'll try to get some pictures up later. Quote of the Day: "Dead monkies aren't any fun, Justine." Sunday, November 23rd, 2003: We tied for 15th place. Out of 16. Don't let that fool you. We tied for last place. Sure, we 'tied for 15th', but, I mean, there is no longer a 16th place. So, by default, 15th is now last. We tied for last place. It was a terrible tournament field hockey wise. Otherwise it wasn't so bad. It pretty much balanced out evenly. I got to see a lot of people I went to Nationals with. It was cool. We lost a lot of stupid games. We lost a game when our sweeper touched the ball off the endline and the ref called it a long corner. The girls on the other team were all like, "What? What are you talking about? She did that deliberatley! It's a short corner!" So the ref, being completely influenced by then said, "Ok, short corner." And they scored on us on that short corner. I hate that. I hate when the ref does that. You can't just change your mind because of what someone else says. That's just ludacrise. And I hate work. I hate it. Quote of the Day: "When you give someone flowers, you give them sweet smelling, beautiful looking things. You are also giving them a flower's sexual organs." Thursday, November 20th, 2003: So I'm back now. And what to say? How were the 'AAA' Provincials? Well... let's just say we got a participation plaque. We tied for last place. I mean, we could have done so much better... but there were just some games... ugh. It was really annoying. But I saw a lot of people there... I don't know what to say. I don't like this new lay out of the site. I don't like change. I'm complain later. I'm not in the mood right now. Monday, November 10th, 2003: Well, what can I say? Tomorrow MD is off to the 'AAA' Provincials. Things don't look so good for us. Already, before I even know the other teams, our pool is looking grim. I don't suppose we'll do so well. Ah, well. Had practice today. I loved it. I was so on today. I was there. I was there. It was great. I'm excited, and yet... I don't know. What I really want is to play OB again, and beat them. Beat them when it really counts. Where it'll get them good. Beat them our way. Damn. It would make my day. And if we don't get to meet up with them, then I'd at least like to beat them some where in the ranks. But I can picture us coming dead last. sigh. What a crazy season this has been... work has been work. School's been school... And yeah. Quote of the Day: "An apple is a fruit, but we call it a fruit." Sunday, November 2nd, 2003: What did I do for Hallowe'en? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I had Island Championships instead. I was so surprised we did as well as we did. I mean, COME ON. NO ONE, not even our coach expected us to come fourth. I mean, son of a gun. Our pool was so hard too. We shouldn't be going to Provincials now. We really don't deserve it. Plus, we'd get murdered. VH should really be going. But the circumstances at the time were just so right for us to win. It was unfortunate. We met up with OB again. Oh, and I wanted to beat them. Wanted to slaughter them. Not only for us, but for VH. Because we screwed VH over, and we should have been in their position, I knew we had to help them by winning. If we won, OB would be in fourth place and VH could have challenged them and won and then we all would have gone to provincials. But no. We had to let them down. I mean FUCK! Five times. We've played OB five fucking times and we haven't won yet. The score? 3-1. The reffing was so bad though. They were so inconsistant on what they would call a high ball, they called stuff against me when I made perfectly clean tackles, they didn't call third party or obstruction... I mean, COME ON! Also, those OB girls get me riled up. They totally jostle me. I know I shouldn't let it bother me, but it does. And I hate it because they know it does and they are succeeding. Damn them. Dirty, pushy girls. Their coach as taught them well. But I mean, being agressive and pushy is one thing... but being a poor sport is another. Ok, when YOU have just scored on US, sure, celebrate. But when OB scored, they were walking back, and this one... young lady pushed me and then gave me a dirty look. Push me hard to get past me to hug her stupid friend. How freaking hard is it to take one step to the right and walk around me? I'm not moving for you. And another thing, YOU just scored on US. Be happy, not a bitch. My goodness. But enough of that... I'm just too bitter, I guess. I was pissed we lost. More for VH than for MD. But I wanted it for myself as well. We shouldn't be going to Provincials... we're going to get rocked. I'm thinking about getting a new stick. But what stick? I just got a new stick and I've trashed it already. People say I should get a composite, but, I don't know. I've always been so anti-composite. But it would be a good long term investment since I always break my sticks. But still... there are pros and cons. I need to think it over and talk to some people who know what they are talking about to give me some more advice. In the mean time, if I were to get a composite stick, I was thinking about the Grays GX1000. In blue. 36". Maxi toe. $160 or so, Canadian. Wednesday, October 29th, 2003: The first MD dance. And I'm not going. Dances are for chumps. As is Pajama Day. Who thought of that anyway. So MD is off to the Island Championships. Our pool is so hard, I ought to shoot someone. We played an Irish team from Northern Ireland. They were so good. I'm surprised we didn't lose by more. They were just... ah... so amazing. The score? 2-0. 2 of them stayed with me. They were great. They gave me 2 shirts, an Ulster rugby hat, an Irish guid, some Euro money and an Irish penny whistle... my favourite piece. Hm... what else? My picture is in the Saanich news, if anyone wants to check it out. Me "streaking into the offensive zone". The game against Claremont. Oh geez. And did anyone think SMU would make it to Provincials? I didn't. Regionals a few days a go. It was just terrible. We did an hour and 15 of agilities and footwork, 45 minutes of shooting and passing drills, 40 minues of the aussie drill, and 20 minutes of NOTHING. Not even a scrimmage. I was sorely disappointed. I mean, the scrimmage is PARAMOUNT to me. I mean, sure, you've got good dribbling skills and all, you can go around cones and that jazz... but, I mean, how are you in game play? real game play. None of this Aussie drill jazz. But nope. No. Not at all. And it makes it worse that I didn't even go to the first try out due to work. Geez. If the selectors didn't already know me... if I wasn't semi-well known in the field hockey community, I don't think I would even be considered for the Regional teams. Which stinks. STINKS. Smell it a kilometer away... Wednesday, October 22nd, 2003: I remain alive, for yet another day... So, we won against Claremont. Big whoop. We should have won by more. We should have dominated them. We should have scored more. Rushed more. Cut more. Played more. Shot more. Everything. Not to say that I am without blame myself. But sometimes, it's like aRrrrrghh! Flargging. Monday, October 20th, 2003: So, I guess I need to kill myself now. So that's cool. At least it wasn't a slaughter. 1-0 isn't so bad. Except that if we don't beat them next time we meet, I might actually have to kill myself. No joke. And it wasn't just the losing. Or the massive amounts of rain that just soaked you, water logged your shoes and made your clothes sopping wet, 50 pound heavier, and wringable. No, it wasn't. And it wasn't just the getting pumped to play on sand based, only to find it a pool, or the crappy reffing, or the girls calling all the calls and thinking it all so one sided. Or the pushing, the shoving, the flying 3 feet and still not getting the call. Oh, wait. Yes, yes it is. Quote of the Day: "If plants didn't evolve on land, we might all be going to school underwater. As whales. Would whales go to school? Would they sit at desks?" Sunday, October 19th, 2003: I know, I've been skimping out on my entries. Well, it's not like I have dedicated readers anyway. Blah blah blah. I hate you. Anyway, so I was failing math, right? I hadn't passed a single test or even a quiz since I had started the course. It was cool. I was getting 38%. I was telling some people what I was getting, and this one girl goes: "Thirty-eight percent? Do you like, never go to class or something?", "No, I go to class everyday.", "Everyday?", "Everyday.", "Everyday?" "Everyday.", "Everyd-", "EVERYDAY.", "How are you getting such a low mark if you go to class everyday?" It was a sad conversation. To think... that I go to class everyday and I'm still failing. But then, I had this other test, just a few days ago, and I just murdered it. Now I'm getting 49.2%! I am amazing. AMAZING. I am at the very top of the 'I' (F for Americans) list! Anyway, enough about that! Gotta get fired up! Tomorrow MD plays OB. For like the katrillionth time. And dagnamit! We better win! It's a very important game! We HAVE to win. I will kill myself if we lose. This Sunday, Regional Tryouts! If I don't make it, I'll kill myself too. Regardless if we win against OB. And if we DO lose to OB, I'll kill myself twice. Oh, you just watch. It can happen. By the by, Wendy's homestyle chicken stripes ain't got nothing on KFC's. Wednesday, October 15th, 2003: I need more sleep... yesterday, I worked. It was the deadest Tuesday in the world. It was super nice. I loved it. Thank you Thanksgiving. My co-workers decided it'd just be the keenest thing to have towel whipping contests. And that's basically all we did that whole night. Got wet cloths and whipped each other. I stole food and ate it. It was cool. I also saw this CRAZZZY resume in the office. I mean, it was just the worst ever. I felt sorry for the kid. I wish I could have helped him out. I mean, on this resume, he crossed out, very messy like, a phone number, and then wrote it out by hand beside it. There was much, much more, but it was just too sad. Quote of the Day: "I was a zygote. You were a zygote. We were all zygotes once! Swimming around as sperm in my dad's body. Or being a zygote as an egg in my mother." Sunday, October 12th, 2003: I failed another math test. This is just great. I'm failing the whole course now. I've not passed one quiz or test since I started. This is terrible. I've never failed a single thing ever. If I fail this course, I might just kill myself. I had the most disappointing tournament in my entire life. Bridgman. We played 5 games. We only won one. We lost to Argyle. I was sore about that one. I wish so badly that we had won. The reffing just pissed me off though. It was just terrible. Everyone was hacking and, like, 2 people would be on me, so third party, and then they'd BOTH obstruct me, and I still wouldn't get the call. They would just strip me of the ball and go merrily down the field. I mean, COME ON! Then we played VH. I knew we wouldn't win. It's just like the law. But last time we lost 6-1. This time it was only 2-0. It was just about the best game ever. I finally felt half decent about myself afterwards. But that's where it ends. The next day we got stomped on by Brentwood. It wasn't even just like a little stomp either. It was a full out stamp with a heel grind into the dust, then a spit, another stomp and then a whiz just for good measures. Ok, so maybe it wasn't that bad. But it was a sound ass kicking, to be sure. 6-0. It was quite frustrating. I also managed to smack some girl in the face with my stick. It was... interesting. I felt bad. We had lost every game since. We were last in our pool. We then played Vanier (sp --> sounds like "van-yay"). We had beat them once before. Figured it'd be a good game. And it was. We dominated pretty good. We're just REALLY bad with this whole scoring business. It was 1-0 for us. I was so happy. I was so happy that we won. I knew we couldn't lose. If we had lost I would have cried. If we had lost we would have been playing for 15th and 16th place... and there are only 16 teams. And to make matters worse, the last two teams in the tournament get kicked out next year and can't come back to Bridgman. I had to come back next year. I just had to. I've been wanting to play for MD for years and years. To have this ripped away from me would have been devestating. Maybe I'm being a little intense, but at this point, I don't really care. That game I got bonked on the head with some girl's stick. It was cool. So anyway, we won. We were now playing for 13th and 14th place. We had to play OB. We had played them once before. That game we had lost 1-0. It was disappointing because I felt we could have won that it. I also felt that I did diddle that entire game. It was maddening. I wanted to punch someone in the face. So we played them again today. I knew who to watch out for, and had a clear picture of what I wanted. I wanted this game more than anything in the world. So we played. We played in the wind and the rain and the freezing cold weather. It was a very frustrating game. There... well, I don't really want to say much about it... just, we ended up tying the game. 0-0. We had so many chances too. They should have won, actually. There was this mad scramble in front of the net and I saw it go in. I saw it go in at least 3 times. The ref didn't see it though, and so we played on. And so we tied. After that, OB got real angry. And with good reason. They came out pumped. We held our own though. But it's so... it's so argggh. I don't know. I want to say frustrating, but it doesn't really describe what I feel. Whatever. It's so frustrating to check someone, lose the ball, check another person run it up the field, have it in the circle, and watch your efforts in vain as the other team just clears our ball to half. Ugh. We tied. And then I watched a bit of the SMS vs. Argyle game. Argyle won. SMS got 10th. Or something. I watched the VH vs. Little Flower game. Watched VH play an amazing game. They are just fantastic. Makes me envious sometimes. I want to be able to play like that. But I appreciate my team. I accept them, respect them, and play with them. But sometimes... uhg. VH is just so good. I always love watching them play. They are amazing. They lost a hard game. Came in 4th. Disappointing that all the teams I really wanted to succeed didn't get as far as I had anticipated. Especially MD. But what can you do... Thursday, October 9th, 2003: I don't know really what to say. Things have been crazy. I get my Thanksgiving dinner tonight, and I'm pleased. Saturday, October 4th, 2003: So, what's new with me? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm as tired as ever. Far behind in my school work and massively in debt with sleep. We lost against OB. I can't believe MD lost to OB. It's the most depressing thing that's ever happened to me. I didn't even touch the ball that game. And I know that if I had gotten more of the play I could have made a difference. At least I like to think I could have. I was at work on Friday, and it was just terrible. First of all, last Tuesday I worked too. They schedualed me way too early. I told them when I can work and when I can't. And also, they did the same for me this week. AND booked me for days I specifically booked off. Man, that's annoying. And so, anyway, on Friday, I worked drive thru. It was so busy. And we were always so behind and it was just brutal. I hate it. The rudest people go through drive thru too. All the nice, polite, understanding people are in the front. My goodness. And not one single tip either. And when I was cashing out I spilled ALL my money on the ground. The gross, dirty, greasy, disgusting ground. I had to touch the ground and the money, and not to mention the fact that I might have lost some money. I don't know because I didn't recount it. I should have. But I didn't. Then, as I was putting my papers away, I knocked over my drink. All over the floor, the chair, and some on the keyboard. I really shouldn't be allowed near computers. Lucky for me, the keyboard was ok. But honestly now. It was just annoying. Ever corner I turned, or ever door way I went through, I always managed to bang my hip or my elbow on something. It was a horrid night. Trials tomorrow. I'm terrified out of my mind. Pissing my pants, disgustingly terrified. MMmmMM... my hair smells good. Quote of the Day: "You won't see anything. And then something will go WOOSH, and you'll be like, "WHOA! I saw something!" Monday, September 29th, 2003: Can I do nothing right? Goodness! And, oh! Regional tryouts this Sunday. I am so scared. I can hardly take it. Ughhhhhh... Win against Claremont. 2-0. The tourny up at Duncan? 6th out of 12th. Quotes of the Day: "Higher cells have organelles. Hey, that rhymes. It's like a rap!" "I'm in the zone. This is my zone. And I'm in it. It's air tight. Zone. Me. Airtight." Wednesday, September 24th, 2003: So... school's sucking it up all over the place. Left and right. Well, today was ok, I guess. We had paper ball fights in Tourism... but in math I failed a test. 36 percent. I am amazing. I burned myself at work. It pissed me off quite a bit. My first oil burn. My club field hockey team is rocking it up. So is my school team. We're amazing. Hoping to make captain next year... it would like, be my dream. For now, co-captain will have to satisfy me. Besides, I'm not much of a leader anyway. Captain wouldn't suit me. I finally got my name tag with my own name. I know I said I got it before, but, well, what can I say? I lied. Anyway, I got it just a couple of days ago, and whilst I wore it last evening some old lady who comes in every Tuesday, riding her little bicycle orders. I'm very friendly to her, because I'm in a good mood, and she's a little old lady wearing this helmet. She's being all talkative to me, even though I'm taking other people's orders. I try to talk to her and listen to my customers at the same time. Here is the jist of it: "That's a very pretty name: Justine. I really like it." "Oh, thank you." "Is that from a book or something?" "Um... maybe? I'm not sure...?" (And I'm thinking that there are plenty of books out there with my name in it.) "Yeah, I think it's from a book. Is your mother, or father, or grand parents from Hong Kong, or China or Shanghai or something?" "Um... yes, my mother is from Hong Kong..." "Ah, yes, that's it. I think the book was from China. Yes. You should ask your parents about that." "Ok, I will." "Yes, ask them and find out." "Ok, I will ask them." "Yes, you should find out." "Yes, I will. Thank you." So... where did I get named? One of the actresses from "Family Ties" real name was Justine. My mom liked it. The end. I had this CRAZY math sub on Friday. He was... oh my! He was so great. HE was super english style. Not like, England or anything, just, he was more English of a teacher than math, it seemed. And he would digress so much when he talked, and said the weirdest things. Randomly too, mind you. And he didn't even do it on purpose. He didn't say it sarcastically, or funnily. He didn't laugh when we did. He was completely sincere. Oh man. I laughed out loud. Quotes Of The Day: "Trigonometry is all about studying the triangle." "'Trigonometry'really shouldn't have 2 lines to underline it because it's the title. 'Right Triangles' is the subject." (whilst drawing a flag pole for an example) "This is the flag pole. And the flag. The Korean flag. It's Korean because I learned what it looked like yesterday. My son had some Korean friends over and he wanted to know. Oh? There's a flag outside. unfortunately, it's the Canadian flag. I only say that because the flag in my example is Korean." "There's this old story. I don't know if any of you have read it. Robin Hood? Robin Hood and his merry men. And Fryer Tuck had a quater staff and he was very good. He had a very famous fight with Robin Hood." "The 90 degree angle is very special." "Don't ask me where I'm going with this. But where I'm going is..." "We can do this in one blow, rather than in two blows." Friday, September 19th, 2003: I hate my bio teacher. He's insane. In math I bombed a test. Who ever thought of circle geometry... geez! Even if I get every question that I DID answer correct, I still won't pass. My only consolation is that it's Friday... Wednesday, September 17th, 2003: Monday. Field hockey. GNS. MD vs GNS. That's right, baby. MD wins. 4-1. Not that I had any doubts... ok, I lied. I had plenty. But what can you expect from me? I mean, I came from a team that couldn't win squat to a team that has won cities. COME ON! Damn, it kills me. I was pleased we won. I wasn't even upset that we played on grass. GNS has one of the nicest grass fields I've ever played on. I should hope so, too, for all the money kids have to pay to get into that shin-dig. And I don't know about you, but I always picture private school kids as nice, respectable people. Yeah. About that... they aren't. I mean, they are just ordinary people. Not that I didn't know that before. Just some are really rude. I guess this isn't a very good story. It isn't going anywhere. Quote of the Day: "I think you are all very cute. And I like you all. But I think that you are all a lot cuter when you are quiet." Only the most current updates on my "journal" will be here. The rest will be in the "webpage". For a while now, people have been telling me how big my profile is. So here, here is my smaller profile... for your pleasure... This Wednesday, September 17th, 2003: Monday.  Field hockey.  GNS.  MD vs GNS.  That's right, baby.  MD wins.  4-1.  Not that I had any doubts... ok, I lied.  I had plenty.  But what can you expect from me?  I mean, I came from a team that couldn't win squat to a team that has one cities.  COME ON!  Damn, it kills me.  I was pleased we won.  I wasn't even upset that we played on grass.  GNS has one of the nicest grass fields I've ever played on.  I should hope so, too, for all the money kids have to pay to get into that shin-dig.  And I don't know about you, but I always picture private school kids as nice, respectable people.  Yeah.  About that... they aren't.  I mean, they are just ordinary people.  Not that I didn't know that before.  Just some are really rude.  I guess this isn't a very good story.  It isn't going anywhere. Quote of the Day:  "I think you are all very cute.  And I like you all.  But I think that you are all a lot cuter when you are quiet."  Sunday, September 14th, 2003: My day consisted of playing with a free magnetic paperclip holder I got at the BC Woman's Association dealie.  It's really quite fun.  A lot more fun that it looks.  Or that one would think.  It's insane.  At work today, I got my KFC sweater.  It's red.  It even has "If I don't suggest 5 pieces for 5 dollars... It's FREE" embroidered on it.  If I didn't wear it to school, it'd just be a big waste.  I'd be a fool not to.  Work was pretty uneventful until it was about 10 pm and I was cashing out.  I just had dimes and quarters left to count.  I had -$12.55 at this point.  I counted 18 dimes.  This brought me to -$10.75.  I was getting pretty excited because in the slot where I had quaters I had a roll of them and I knew I didn't have too many loose either.  A roll is worth $10, so I put it in.  I had -$0.75 right now.  I leaned in slowly, anticipating.  I peeked over the edge of my cash and lifted up the roll and found 3 quarters lying there.  Glistening in the floresent lighting.  They were the most beautiful coins I had ever seen.  If they weren't swarming in germs I would have kissed them.  I had balanced perfectly.  For the first time I balanced.  It only took me a month and a half, but I did it.  I did it.  I was so excited and happy.  I nearly died.  And that's the end of my day.  I really should move some of these entries.  Saturday, September 13th, 2003: I learned that I'm really out of shape.  And that one experience shouldn't perturb you so much as to make you give up.  So, my first league game today.  Pirates won, of course.  That's my team.  We are amazing.  Oh, what eles?  Oh yeah, I stole a whole bunch of neat things from the BC Woman's Association dealie.  It was cool.  I got a slinky from Home Depo.  I didn't know they did that.  I get a KFC sweater to wear at work.  Chances are I'll just wear it out, instead of to work.  I'd be so cool.  I'm precariously close to balancing.  The closest I've been is plus or minus 5 cents.  They keep working me on drive thru.  I positively hate it.  Hate it.  Hate.  Screw it.  Hip, hip, hop.  I'm a bunny. Quote of the Day: "I bet you could fit in this garbage bag.  You don't even need a body bag." Friday, September 12th, 2003: I learned a few things.  Sometimes people get confused.  First impressions aren't always how people are.  Give leeway for second chances.  Don't be quick to judge.  To be a captain, you have to be more than a leader. Thursday, September 11th, 2003: Last night I actually had a pretty decent day.  At school, I got some of what I learned which is better than most days.  At practice we ran half way up a mountain.  I managed to finish at a moderately good pace.  At work, it was pretty much dead.  We had coleslaw wars. On another note, it's September 11th.  Don't know much what to say about that.  I guess, just... Wednesday, September 10th, 2003: People are so rude sometimes. Saturday, September 6th, 2003: I just ate <b>the</b> biggest Swedish Berry. Thursday, September 4th, 2003: I can't believe it's only Thursday.  Summer is just 3 days gone and already it feels like the middle of the school year and I want to go home.  I think I might hate school.  It's so big and there are so many people and it's so crowded.  And I am so small and I feel quite overwhelmed.  A new school really sucks.  I could go a whole day without seeing someone I know.  It blows.  And I have to share a locker... damn.  And all the teachers are crack addicts.  I swear.  Yesterday some guy gave me 22 dollars in quaters.  It was funny.  But somehow it doesn't seem that funny anymore.  Oh, yeah, ladies and gentlemen, I am precariously close to balancing.  I was only out 10 cents the other night.  w00t!  Far better than 42 dollars!  Ok, I'm off to hell now.  See you there. Wednesday, September 3rd, 2003: The other day at work, some 30 year old guy said I had really soft hands when I gave him his change back.  It wasn't so much a nice compliment as it was weird and creepy. Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003: Damn Labour Day.  Crappy school.  And it begins... The All-American Rejects - Swing Swing Sunday, August 31st, 2003: I'm sick and tired of crappy American customers -- and they're always American -- coming in and ordering mashed potatoes and gravy.  They are always American because Canadian KFC's don't <i>have</i> mashed potatoes.  Now, I'm sure that would be cool and all, and I'm sure they're really good and junk, but that's not exactly my problem.  My problem is when I tell them that we don't have mashed potatoes, we only have potato salad and fries and they look at me and go, "What?  No mashed potatoes?  That's not like in America." And I have to smile sweetly and say, "No, it's not."  And they then say, "What is with the gravy then?" and to which I have to tell them (because they can't read, or see, apparently) that gravy comes with fries.  AND <b>THEN</b> they go, "No, I don't want fries... fries are so unhealthy." And that KILLS me.  It literally kills me.  I mean, come on now!  Does anyone else feel the irony of this?  I almost feel like shouting, "YOU'RE IN KFC ORDERING 20 PIECES OF DEEP FRIED CHICKEN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!  I'M SURE A FEW FRIES WON'T KILL YOU!!!"  Except it's my head. And there's a lot more belittling.  And cursing. Friday, August 29th, 2003: Fucking out 42 fucking dollars.  The only thing that makes me feel remotely better was the fact that the strawberry cheese cake is amazing. Thursday, August 28th, 2003: So last night, I'm working a late shift.  There's me at front, a guy on drive thru, 2 packers and 2 cooks.  I'm washing the windows when this guy tries to open the door.  We're still open and he keeps pushing and pushing on the door.  It's a pull door, and it's pretty heavy, so I figured I'd help him.  I thought maybe he was just horsing around.  As soon as I open the door, I am engulfed in the smell of beer.  It over powered the chicken smell.  And if anything can over power the chicken, you know it's gotta be strong.  So he starts yelling at someone to come in and he's really loud.  So his wife or someone comes in and seem totally obvious that he's stinking drunk.  Honestly, everyone in the back just stopped, and looked at the front, because by then they all smelt the beer too.  So he starts to order, loudly, and incoherantly.  I can barely understand him and he rambles and gets off topic.  I don't get a lot about what he says, but maybe part of my problem was he kept spitting as he talked because he had no teeth and I was trying to dodge that.  And his wife or whatever, she doesn't try to translate for me.  Oh, no!  That would be too much.  Nope, she just sits herself down on the bench while I'm trying to avoid drowning.  So he orders their chicken, then wants 2L pop, so ring it in and tell him he can help himself to the pop in the fridge next to him.  I turn around to face the packing people, and they're making facings and laughing and whispering how badly it reeks of alcohol.  She gets the chicken packed as quickly as possible and I hand it out.  Then he starts ranting and raving about how he ordered a 2L.  I tell him he can help himself but he just goes on and on.  His wife takes the pop, but he's still going on and on... and I don't even know what he's talking about.  They're about to leave when he stops and makes some sort of garbled speech to me and this other guy for like, 10 minutes.  We could only nod and smile, "Uh huh... right.  Right on."  This other time, I was working pretty much by myself up front.  Something tells me I was working both front and drive thru.  And this scruffy looking guy comes in.  My first thought is that he must be homeless.  But he starts talking and he was shaking too, and I came to the conclusion that he's also cracked out, scruffy and homeless.  I look behind me, and one of my workers is calling me over.  I go over to him and he tells me that I don't need to deal with that.  I don't need to handle it.  I tell him he just wants some chicken, but by now I'm getting a little scared.  So I go back to the man and he wants 2 pieces of chicken.  That's about 3.75 and he gets a little upset.  He only has about 2 dollars.  He gets a little agitated and one of the guys in the back comes forward and decides to pay for him just to get him to leave.  He then tells me afterwards that that guy came in once before with one of his needles, claiming he had AIDS and was threatening people.  Sometimes I fear for my life. Wednesday, August 27th, 2003: I got my shoes for crews for work.  Everyone says they are ugly.  Saying they are old lady or old man shoes.  But I like them.  They are stylish.  Been chillin' with some childhood friends.  It brought back a lot... and it really scared me, thinking about is growing up and all.  I don't want to grow up.  I'm a Toys R Us Kid... and school is starting soon.  Stupid Labour Day.  I hate you. Thursday, August 21st, 2003: Work today was ok.  I worked a bit of drive thru, front till and I helped close.  Which I hate.  At drive thru, it was pretty good, I guess.  It's not too hard.  I'm starting to like it a bit more.  This one woman though, she practically gave me a freaking heart attack.  She asked for a 10 piece mega meal, and that's what I gave her.  She gave me money, I gave her change, and then her order was up, so I gave her her food and she looked at it and went, "HOLY COW!  WHAT DID YOU DO?!" and I thought I had gotten the order horribly wrong and I started to freak and I was like, "...It's... the 10 piece mega meal?" and she goes, "Yes, I know, but it came so fast!" and I almost fainted and pissed myself at the same time.  Along with the almost heart attack.  I was so happy I did it right I nearly cried.  Robert, the other drive thru guy laughed his ass off at me.  I wasn't amused.  Then I worked front till and at the front 2 guys called me on the not asking for 5 extra pieces for 5 dollars.  I totally was, but whatever.  And they were all super proud of themselves and I was a little peeved.  And they were all calling me Jennifer, like I hate.  They used it every other sentance too, I swear.  So I give them their free 5 pieces coupon and he goes, "I want to use it now." And I said, "You can't.  Next time." and so he took it and read it and goes, "Oh man, and you have to buy another meal to get it too?  You guys really know how to screw us over when we screw you over." then they apologised about calling me on it.  They asked if it came out of my pay check.  I couldn't let it by.  It was too delicious.  I pulled out the big guns.  "I don't know." I said.  "I haven't gotten a pay check yet." and then they knew that I was new and they felt super terrible.  Well good.  You should.  Not that the whole ordeal bothered me too much.  I was pretty good natured about it and we were all joking.  I think.  Anyway... Pay day tomorrow!  w00t!  Oh yeah... people leaving from you life is kinda weird... physically or emotionally. Wednesday, August 20th, 2003: So, I'm off to work today.  I finally get my non-slip work shoes.  I'm a little disappointed.  I liked sliding around everywhere.  And I get my own name tag now.  It actually says my name.  I'm tired of being called "Shanda" or "Jennifer" by customers.  Which reminds me... I hate it when customers call you by your name.  Like they think they know you or something.  It just bugs me.  Like, "...and that'll be all, thank you, <i>Jennifer</i>." And they always feel like they have to put emphasis on your name too.  To make sure you know that they know your name and you don't know them at all.  Or something.  You know how on Seinfeld, Elaine was talking about having a song?  I know my song.  "Photograph" by Weezer.  It's my pump up song.  I know it's not very pump-up-ish, but it's a good song, and it makes me feel better.  Anyway, I'm off. Tuesday, August 19th, 2003: I hate Toonie Tuesdays.  I just do.  Toonie Tuesday Dinner Rushes?  I <b><u>HATE</b></u> you.  HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE!  We were running out of chicken left and right!  The place was packed.  And seriously, drunk, high, cracked out and just plain bitchy people should not be allowed in.  Ever.  End of story.  Note to self:  Learn to multi-task and BALANCE FOR ONCE. "You're <i>almost</i> as skinny as I am." "There's a snake in mah boot!" "And when I said 2 extra crispy... I meant 4." "Up is down and right is wrong!" "Grrrrraaavvvy!" "I need keys to get in her drawers!" "My feet are really sweaty." Friday, August 15th, 2003: Last night a mosquito thought she'd make a meal out of me.  Well I showed her!  That's right.  She's DEAD! Call <b><u><i>ME</b></u></i> in will you?  Damn you.  I hate work.  Work sucks.  Kill me.  Kill me now.  Stupid "on call".  Screw you. Thursday, August 14th, 2003 (later that day): Look, FELLAH, JUST because you are older than me, better than me, smarter, got a better job, people admire and respect you and you're good enough for the junior national team doesn't mean you get to be a jerk ass to me all the time.  Get over yourself.  Simmer down now and for crying out loud, do something to fix your twenty four hour a day PMS problem.  I'm sorry I suck and do everything wrong.  I'M NOT A VERY GOOD PLAYER!  Ok, there?  Fine?  Happy?  I admit it.  NOW GET OVER IT!  I'm going to come back next week and the week after that until it's finished.  Geez. Thursday, August 14th, 2003: So, I worked my first Toonie Tuesday at KFC.  Whoa, let me tell you... about 90% of my orders were the Toonie Tuesday order.  It was insane.  And you wouldn't think that people get so pissed off that we were out of Extra Crispy and instead gave them Original.  It's not like we spat on it or anything.  Geez.  You get to meet some interesting customers though.  It was pretty late, I'd say like 10:40 pm.  We close at 11 on Tuesdays.  This guy comes in and orders a large chicken strips.  He looks about 30, and needs a shave.  He looks really, really tired.  Blood shot eyes and all.  At first I think I thought it was because he was high, but then I strike up a conversation because I feel like and I can.  Plus I rule.  Anyway, when it's slow goings, I usually feel like talking.  So he starts talking about he just moved here and got a job.  Something about crushing stuff.  I thought that was pretty cool.  Sounded like a hard job, with long hours.  Plus if he just moved and all.  I said, "You look pretty tired."  And he says, "Well, I just smoked a big fatty so that might account for it."  Well, there's not really much I can say to that.  I was laughing like a cow inside, but to him, all I said was, "Oh.  Well.  Ok, then..."  And to which he replied, "Yeah, well, I'm all for the whole honesty thing."  Well, if only more people could be like that.  LOL.  Oh man, he killed me.  I've been listening to a lot of Weezer lately.  I thought about my sister's ex boyfriend and I liked him a lot and the first thing he did for me was make me a fun Weezer CD with Pinkerton and The Green Album on it.  Just a week ago I thought I lost it and I was really heart broken.  I mean, I never listend to it or anything, but he gave it to me and he was always super nice to me and now I'd never see him again and I wanted what he gave to me to remember him by.  I looked for an hour, before I found it.  It literally was right under neath me.  In a box under my desk.  I was pissed.  But then I popped the CD in and I found out that I loved it.  It was great.  So anyway, I was walking around downtown with my cousin (We both rock, by the way.) and it hit me that I'd be back in school in like 2 weeks.  I don't even know what my classes are.  I don't even know when school starts.  This sucks.  It bites.  I hate this.  Screw you school.  It better be a damn good year or I'll be pissed.  Here are the songs on the two Weezer CD's.  I will bold my favourite (not to say the rest aren't good).  I know you don't really care which songs I like best, but, uh, you know what?  You're the one in <i>my</i> profile, reading <i>my</i> junk.  So there.  Don't complain.  Plus, it gives me something to do.  And show off my sweet HTML skills. Pinkerton 1. Tired Of Sex 2. Getchoo 3. No Other One 4. Why Bother? 5. Across The Sea 6. The Good Life 7. El Scorcho 8. Pink Triangle 9. Falling For You 10. Butterfly The Green Album 1. Don't Let Go 2. Photograph 3. Hash Pipe 4. Island In The Sun 5. Crab 6. Knock-Down Drag-Out 7. Smile 8. Simple Pages 9. Glorious Day 10. O Girlfriend As you can see, most of the songs rock.  Go download them.  Because I said so.  By the by, how sweet am I?  Learning basic HTML codes!  lol.  I am amazing.  You can bet your booties I'll using it to it's full potential now.  Or, you know, whenever the hell I feel like it.  Over and out.  (Remind me never to say 'over and out' again.  It'll go on my list of things I never want to say again.  Like "b-ball".  there's just no way I'm cool enough to pull off slang like that.) Sunday, August 10th, 2003: So, let's see what to say... I got nothing. Tuesday, August 5th, 2003: So, back from my first day of work.  Heck yes.  It's a sweet job.  Starting wage is 9 dollars and after 500 hours or 7 months it's 10.45.  I'm part of a union, I get 20% off at other places and I don't have to pay for my uniform.  It's killer.  As far as first jobs go, I'm dying here.  It's great!  I mean, I'm sure the job sucks, but unionized and the money!  On another note... it's weird when people who dropped out of your life just come back and tell you a hilarious story about punching their step mom in the face.  Speaking of which, ALWAYS have safe sex.  And while we're on this note, NEVER drop out of school. Friday, August 1st, 2003: Ok, so I'm FINALLY employed.  I didn't know you could totally BOMB an interview and still get the job.  Thanks, KFC.  Yeah, that's right!  I work there.  Got a problem with that?  I didn't think so.  I'll get a lot of experience, meet new people, learn new skills and make a little money... plus I get to wear a SWEET SWEET KFC VISOR.  HELL YEAH.  Oh yeah, and apparently I look like I'm 13.  That's about all that's new around here.  Oh, I know.  I started my Pocket Pikachu up again.  It sure is cool.  I have both editions because I'm sweet.  The second one is in colour and Pikachu does more stuff, but I still think the original is best.  Which reminds me, look at my cool new pictures. I don't think Justin Timberlake belongs in Toronto with greats like AC/DC, The Rolling Stones and Aerosmith.  He really just doesn't fit in.  Apparently people threw water bottles at him when he sang "Cry Me A River".  Serves him right. "Say good bye to the blade blade blade!" Why do commercials have to be so damn stupid? "My legs have that just shaved feeling. And guess what? I didn't just shave!" Wow. Go to hell. Sorry, what was that Beyonce? You DON'T use sex to sell your music? I couldn't hear you over the sound of you humping the ground. I always wondered why there are no Asian sitcoms.  Then I remember. There are no funny Asians. "I don't need to read Billy Shakespear meet Juliet or Napolio..." Shut up. I hate that song. I hate her. Learn names.  Jack ass. Pocket powder my ass. Easy, breezy, beautiful this, stupid. Do you have a mirror? I wanna see if it looks like I give a shit! When you have everything, you have everything to lose. It kills me. -Holden Caulfield Monday, July 14th, 2003: Ok, I know I said that I got rid of the journal here, but, apparently, that's a big fat lie.  I'll move it later, when I get the chance.  Most of it's moved, anyhow.  ANYWAY, what the hell is my profile doing on the top 15?  Have you SEEN the other profiles?  Have you LOOKED at them?  My goodness.  MY goodness. Sometimes I wonder... I don't know what it is that you want.  In life, from me... from yourself.  You're one mystery, but no matter what, it's been a fun journy.  But some things need to be rectified, I feel.  I don't know how I'll go about doing that... I've been hurt and you... I don't know.  You're just you.  And I forgive you every time.  What's to be come of us?  I'm tired of waiting... "You fucked up.  You threw it all away again 'cause you don't know what you want from day to day.  Point the blame, point the blame back at yourself... it's the same old game." "Don't know what you want from me.  It's something that I cannot see, and everything you want from me, is something I will never be.  You will never know, what's like to be here, what it's like to be me.  I won't let it show what I'm really feeling now that you are leaving."
July 9th, 2003: I'm back from Brandon, Manitoba, and I had a blast.  Damn, and I got one thing to say... BRITISH COLUMBIA ROCKS.  We're National Champions, baby!  That's right.  Both boys and girls swept the rest of Canada.  Gold medals and lots of fond memories.  It was a great time.  I can hardly believe something like that happened to me. June 28th, 2003: If I get a job at KFC, do you think I can meet the Kernal? June 11th, 2003: Maybe I'm asking too much, but honestly now... does it trouble you THAT much to leave me a stinking message every once in a while? I'm lonely. And I smell. June 10th, 2003: It's true what they say... "It never rains, but pours." YEAH! Outta school soon! Damn you school. June 5th, 2003: Things won't ever be the same again... I'll miss it. This wasn't how I imagined things would be. So close to the end... where I was sure things would be ok again. So close. June 3rd, 2003: Is this the end? How long is forever? If it's right, why does it feel so wrong? Why does it feel so empty. Why do I feel more frightened, alone and lonely than I've ever felt before? It shouldn't be like this... June 1st, 2003: Ok, honestly. I feel so fustrated. I've played field hockey with you guys for the past like, what... 5 years? Please! Argh. Sometimes it just gets too annoying for words. It's not that they suck, it's just that, when I have the ball and you're on my team and I'm dribbling towards you... please do not just stand there. Move. Anywhere. Most helpfully would be away and forward, particularily in the open. Thank you. May 19th, 2003: I hate feeling like I'm tootin' my own horn here all the time, but I really am. Oh well. I don't want to come off as one of those crazy people who always complains and talks about themselves and stuff. Constantly. I wish more people would message me. I'm lonely. I've made my decision. I'm trying to make my Tetrinet comeback! That's right, folks! I'm coming back from hiatis (sp). I need a job really bad. May 12th, 2003: I'M GOING TO PROVINCIALS! BRANDON, MANITOBA HERE I COME! May 9th, 2003: I start work soon, and I'm really scared. But with my BBM Crew behind me all the way, I know I can manage. We rule this dink town and it'd be nothing without us. Now all we need is some bling bling, to get some mad jumping skills, a brand new silver Acura, lower it, get flood lights and park it in front of AM Café and buy some bubble tea. May 3rd, 2003: I'm really tired. But I got a new field hockey stick. But I lost my best mouth guard. But I wasn't a bench warmer. But we're 3rd in our pool and now we're playing for 5th and 6th place over all. But I played really good. But we're playing the other island team. This sucks. Seriously. Think of the most powerful vaccum ever, yeah. It sucks 10 times harder than that. That's how much it sucks. There's no way I can do this... it's just too much. April 25th, 2003: I don't deserve to call myself a writer or a poet. Ever. April 12th, 2003: There should never have to be a tie for FIRST PLACE. Ever. I would have prefered to LOSE rather than tie. I mean, how do you know who's best now? I mean honestly now! We're all winners my ass! I don't think so! Ok, sure, I can understand regular league play, but for the FINALS? Now I have to go from a really disappointing game (that we tied, if you didn't get that from the first part) to some super pro (sarcasm) Allen "Arf Arf Bam" Training Session! Whoooo! Let's go on a really long, tiring run! Yay! April 10th, 2003: I said it once, and I'll say it again, little grade 7 boys should NEVER, EVER throw open packets of pudding at you when you are walking home, minding your own freaking business. Pudding on my favourite sweatshirt does not make me a very happy person!!! April 6th, 2003: It's kind of crazy how my profile is on the top 15. It doesn't really deserve to be. I went to the other ones, and all of them are all super pro HTLM and crazy designs and I don't even know the words for the stuff that they do. Flash or whatever. I'm not entirely certain... and yet my stupid rambling profile is here. I think it's just pity votes from the few people who I have happened to come across and befriend. A sobering thought now though. It makes me sad that someone can love another one so much, so deeply and the other person doesn't even know it. That that one person can affect how you act, feel and do. How the little things hurt so much when they come from that special someone. How one can be so oblivious to something like that I don't know. And it's always the last person you would suspect, isn't it? It's always that one person right under your nose. Your best friend, your most trusted companion. Yeah, it's always like that. After school special on TV style. True story. I suppose I should write a little blurb about this WAR thing going on, huh? I think WAR is awful. I don't think America is justified in going into Iraq and doing what they are doing... Their technology and training is far superior than those of the Iraqi people. A lot of things just don't seem right to me. But hey, I'm not here to make a change in the world or anything. I don't want to be the shit disturber. It's a touchy subject. My opinions and views go deeper than that, and I've much more to say, but I don't think I'll fill up anymore about that... I want to go to America right now and... order some french fries. Canada is in the right and I'm glad we're not involved. Don't hate us because we're not in this thing. April 3rd, 2003: A few things. People who plan field hockey coaching clinics should tell the people who are going to them that they are going to need all their field hockey junk and that they have to do a whole bunch of drills. Art teachers shouldn't give 6 students half an hour dentions for losing one pencil crayon. They shouldn't make arguments that don't make sense or go anywhere. When the students have 2 stories that prove their innocents from 2 VERY trustworthy people, the teacher should believe them, and not continue to blame the 6 children. French teachers shouldn't pile tens of thousands of new french concepts onto their pupils. Perhaps she should just give them one or two, or perhaps three, but that's about it. They should not have crazy speeches that don't go anywhere. And they should not spend half an hour trying to get the class into groups that aren't going to do anything anyways. They should be able to explain things simply. Course forms for school, they shouldn't be scary. They shouldn't make you feel pressured or frightened. They shouldn't make you feel that if you don't choose the right courses you'll be cutting off options and you'll screw your self over and just die poor and lonely in the gutter. And FINALLY, little elementary school boys should NEVER throw open packets of pudding, granola bars and rocks at me when I'm walking home, minding my own business. March 17th, 2003: Happy St. Patrick's Day! ;) March 15th, 2003: I'm a dick... I'm addicted to you. March 12th, 2003: Wow, my profile is on the top 15? I wonder who voted? I wonder how long it'll last there...? March 11th, 2003: Lund told me that my profile rocked... but I don't believe him. I bet he tells everyone that. Silly Per... sarcastic, untrue, fake nice comments are for the niave. March 10th, 2003 (later that day): How do you know when... how do you tell... why is it so sad... March 10th, 2003: I am reaaaalllllyyyy tired. And it's super pro cold... and no one likes leaving Justine messages anymore. She's just as cool as she used to be... if not cooler. March 7th, 2003: Kids now-a-days walk SOOOOOO slow. I mean, what's up with that? It's like the own the whole fricken hall or something. March 2nd, 2003: I swear, one of these days I'm going to be really, really pretty, and then I'll be on that stupid top whatever pictures thingy. One of these days... until then, I'll just be bitter and complain a whole lot. Ok, let's talk about the 2010 Olympic bid for Vancouver, shall we? There is already a winter Olympics facility in Calgary from a while ago. That's an hour plane ride. Why wouldn't we bid for the summer games instead and get the summer facilities? And not ONLY that... it looks like BC is already in billions of dollars in debt, and there's no way we can pay it off, but when it comes to the Olympics, we're pulling millions apon millions out of our asses. And as for the plebacite (sp?), why is it that only Vancouver gets to vote and the rest of BC doesn't, even though clearly, CLEARLY it effects us all. I mean, come on! They say the Olympics will create new jobs in bring in new money? Don't fool yourselfs. They create jobs for 2 weeks, and even if it does make money (which it won't because winter Olympics, and Olympics in general aren't known to haul in a lot of money), all of it will just go to the rich. It ain't gonna help the economy one bit. Maybe if we weren't in such a hard place right now, I'd be saying yes, but for now, I think we should give it up. And another thing, too much field hockey make Justine mad. March 1st, 2003: CALL MY STUPID HOUSE WHEN THERE IS A FREAKING SCHEDUAL CHANGE! My goodness. Make me jump out of bed, call fifteen thousand people and then run all around getting ready in half an hour and bang my hip on the door frame and kill my elbow on my dresser. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN! Febuary 27th, 2003: Seriously, I change my profile to suit what the public "wants", and no one cares. No one at all. Honestly now, I'm pretty disappointed.