Monday, November 22nd, 2004
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12:10 pm
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This is the thought I am having.
After going for coffee with my clinically-dead-while- sleeping atheist father, I would like to make an observation. Rarely do I encounter an atheist that isn't fanatical about their belief that god does not exist, in the same way that rarely do I enocunter a southern baptist/crazy born again type who isn't fanatical about jesus being the one true way.
Ahhh.. I love talking with my dad. He amuses me to no end.
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Sunday, November 21st, 2004
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1:44 am
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Saturday, November 20th, 2004
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3:38 pm
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So, I was biking down the street with Mark yesterday when this asshole in a car started harrassing us,then he started driving us off the road (guiding us, if you will, with the nose of his car), and then ended up giving mark a good punch to the face.
Charges have definitely been laid and I'm waiting to see my very first police line up EVER! I'm excited about this... I intend on making a huge show and possibly crying. (Although not really.)
I would also like to state that I'm sort of upset with myself as when the ass hole was busy harrassing mark, I was a few metres back saying things like "excuse me, excuse me sir! Sir, you can't punch people in the face! No! Wrong! SIRRRRR!" Showing that I really do suck at being aggressive.
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Tuesday, November 9th, 2004
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8:42 pm
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I had this dream where I was in james bond girl in a sean connery style james bond movie.. I was the classic pussy galore character but through some twist in the movie/dream thing I end up crapping my pants. I can't take them off because I'm in the middle of some sort of action sequence where poopy hot pants is nominal compared to the life threatening danger that's facing me right then. So I have go through the entire dream with crap pants.
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Friday, November 5th, 2004
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11:14 am - Man oh man
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I've been incredibly busy this week.. Too much studying, too much Carmina Burana (Carl Orf you damn Nazi, you!) while studying and fucking dramatics that make me lonely and crazy. I'm in a perpetual fight with the people I live with and it makes for uncomfortable living situations.
These are the things that please me right now: - the cappucino that I had this morning (while being stood up!),
-squash with garlic, oregano and olive oil officially making me a culinary master
- a Xena warrior princess t shirt i saw on a woman in the supermarket and practically died
- dementia 13 in 3D
- rocky horror and thai food, none of which i had to pay for, where I danced and sang through the entire thing..
- graveyard alive!
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Tuesday, October 26th, 2004
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10:59 am
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So I was looking for a lab to volunteer in. Like looking at all the different researchers, their projects, stuff like that and I came across this one lab that specialized in something like neuroimaging of the, i don't know, limbic system (?) and I clicked on the link "experiment" to try to figure out what it was. I was rerouted to a page containing not some sort of procedure, methods and research goals but rather a picture of this little kid.. I was super creeped out.
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Friday, October 1st, 2004
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2:57 pm
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Saturday, September 25th, 2004
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11:49 am - ARgggg
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I'm extraordinarily frustrated right now.. as I think that I am dating the most offensive person on the face of the earth... In fact, I sort of feel as if Mordecai Richler has nothing on this. Anyways, the boyfriend insists on saying these fantastically stupid statements like, "I think the Trenchcoat mafia really did a shit job of that Columbine business. They wanted to go out in a burst of glory, but they only killed 8 people. Man, those guys were weak. REALLY weak. Now Timothy McVeigh, not exactly the same thing, but he definitely got his point across.." Ahhh. Which has it's place, which is unfortunately not in front of my extremely politically correct roommate, who was using all her politically correct restraint to not kill him.
I'm just frustrated.
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Monday, September 20th, 2004
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3:39 pm - Excerpt from "a right to know: an intellectually honest look at the abortion debate"
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This pamphlet I got from a Catholic booth somewhere had a section devoted to a debatish type where a a prochoice argument was listed and then discredited by an antiabortion one.
My favourite was:
"You would force women to bring unwanted children into the world?" To which the antiabortion argument was, "The homeless are largely unwanted, may we kill them?"
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Sunday, September 19th, 2004
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8:18 pm - rabbits
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I was just thinking about my dear friend courtney pegg who I haven't talked to in a while (besides the point), and how she is so enamoured with the prospect of one day owning a bunny rabbit that she habitually enters the pet shop and holds one of the rabbits.
I like it.
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Wednesday, May 12th, 2004
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12:03 am - Fuck Angelos
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I'm very upset with Angelos right now. They gave me a job, only to brutally rip it away from me because they didn't read the application form (that they wrote) properly. I had a job for about two hours today and it was beautiful..ahhhh
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Thursday, February 26th, 2004
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10:09 pm
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Today, while doing a lab, I was approached by a big, burly Chinese boy who had "Faith" over a blood droplet tattooed on his arm. He only communicated with me in the quotes of Arnold Schwazzenger. I thought it was rather amusing.
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Tuesday, February 17th, 2004
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6:00 pm - something that everyone that I ever have or will meet should see
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Monday, February 16th, 2004
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2:43 pm
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hi my name is kathryn...BOY! do i love being a huge fucking slut. damn, i also love gang bangs and blowjobs...all around boys!!!
love kathryn or should i say dumb kathryn
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Friday, February 13th, 2004
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11:57 am - Matters of Interest
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Things that I enjoy: Watching the Moroccan that I"m helping with English try over and over to pronouce "fox" or "folk" all the while pronouncing "fuck. Fuck.. FUCK!" with increasing intensity and conviction in a quiet library.
Things that I do not: Hyper religious roommates who enjoy shaming people for bizarre reaasons.
I leave tomorrow!!!
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Thursday, December 25th, 2003
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11:57 pm - Do turkeys have scales?
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Sunday, September 7th, 2003
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9:52 pm - hmnmm..
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So I'm now officially at University or My Own Personal Hell as I termed it for the first couple of days.
I'll elaborate on this a little later, however, it's getting better, I think... hopefully,... maybe... most definitely!
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Sunday, May 25th, 2003
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12:43 am - wide awake..
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so I'm stuck in suburbia again, and it took me about four hours to get here.. (damn transit) and I barely escaped with my life..
I took the bus down and some man from Jamaica was trying to make me his bride..
hmmm.. I'm also bored.. I found this clean make up stuff in one of my sisters cupboards and I'm debating smearing it all over my body and then running around the neighbourhood for shits and giggles.. (more shits than giggles you understand)
apparently there is going to be a Hungarian man with a boar mat living in my basement.. I'm not really looking forward to it to be quite honest.. he's a ladies man.
.. ohh yes.. I got very high with el Nina last night and we were looking at this picture by Klimt, and if you look closely at this particular picture, there are dead peoples heads all over the place. I actually started crying it was so upsetting.
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Wednesday, May 21st, 2003
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11:18 pm - There is still hope!
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So.. thanks to a certain unnamed high school, I might not be accepted to the school of my choice because they didn't send my transcript!!!.. AHHHHH!! . Horrible!
Anyways.. mmm.. I have nothing interesting to say.. Wah wah wah.. whine whine whine.. I've said it all..
I've realized that a good portion of my time is spent sitting around and waiting.. for what I do not know exactly.. but given the amount of time I've spent in limbo, I probably should..
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Sunday, April 27th, 2003
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11:07 pm - death to the guinea pig
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so I'm sitting at my computer researching rare breeds of guinea pig for this ridiculous assignment I have to do for english class. ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS. We have to correlate the attributes of an animal and a machine in a humourous yet moving essay. , "you can compare a cat to a... a cell phone for example. And how the cats purr sounds like the ring of the cell phone.." AHHHHHHHH// Do I look like I'm 45 years old and wearing a fucking cariboo endowned jacket??? fuck fuck fuck..
so anywyas.. I'm looking up guinea pigs becuase I'm relating them to big screen t.v.'s and or I'm thinking about blenders.. but this assignment is complete CRAP.. I cannot get over how .. what the fuck am I so supposed to say about animals and machines?? the amount of cheese that my english teacher ingests into our class is so much, it's no fucking wonder I can't spew out ample bullshit for her ridiculous assignment..
AHHHHHH...
and on the subject of .. people who look after guinea pigs are really weird and have entire sites devoted to the love and care of guinea pigs.. and have pictures of their dead ones all over the place.. and .. ahhh.. they're all in their early twenties..
the only thing I can think of, is that they must be ex-drug addicts or born again Christians or something..
I cannot fathom someone being that odd.. entire garages full of fffmmphing guinea pigs.. who trim their nails.. and .. regulate their bowel movements..
hmmm.. so I'm going to go back to writing...
that's about it.
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