urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde ingloriousblackandwhite ingloriousblackandwhite 2004-11-22T17:14:41Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:27665 2004-11-22T17:14:41Z 2004-11-22T17:14:41Z This is the thought I am having. <br /><br />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. <br /><br /><br />Ahhh.. I love talking with my dad. He amuses me to no end. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:27517 2004-11-21T06:44:50Z 2004-11-21T06:44:50Z Somebody stole my jacket. <br /><br />I am not pleased. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:27342 2004-11-20T20:47:14Z 2004-11-20T20:47:14Z 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. <br />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.) <br />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. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:26970 2004-11-10T01:59:12Z 2004-11-10T01:59:12Z 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. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:26671 2004-11-05T17:13:24Z 2004-11-05T17:13:24Z 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. <br /><br />These are the things that please me right now: - the cappucino that I had this morning (while being stood up!), <br />-squash with garlic, oregano and olive oil officially making me a culinary master<br />- a Xena warrior princess t shirt i saw on a woman in the supermarket and practically died<br />- dementia 13 in 3D<br />- rocky horror and thai food, none of which i had to pay for, where I danced and sang through the entire thing.. <br />- graveyard alive! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:26543 2004-10-26T15:08:42Z 2004-10-26T15:08:42Z 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. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:26194 2004-10-01T18:57:46Z 2004-10-01T18:57:46Z The highlight of my week? Asking Margaret Atwood to sign my breast. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:25906 2004-09-25T16:05:25Z 2004-09-25T16:05:25Z 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. <br />I'm just frustrated. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:25612 2004-09-20T19:49:20Z 2004-09-20T19:49:20Z 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. <br /><br />My favourite was:<br /><br />"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?" urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:25375 2004-09-20T00:24:10Z 2004-09-20T00:24:10Z 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. <br />I like it. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:25308 2004-05-12T04:24:11Z 2004-05-12T04:24:11Z 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 urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:25040 2004-02-27T03:11:23Z 2004-02-27T03:11:23Z 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. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:24777 2004-02-17T23:01:12Z 2004-02-17T23:01:12Z <a href="http://www.cnn.com/video/us/2002/02/25/ashcroft.sings.wbtv.med.html">http://www.cnn.com/video/us/2002/02/25/ashcroft.sings.wbtv.med.html</a><br /><br />GO TO IT! <br />PLEASE ! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:24344 2004-02-16T20:00:48Z 2004-02-16T20:00:48Z 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!!! <br /><br /><br /> love kathryn or should i say dumb kathryn urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:24288 2004-02-13T17:00:51Z 2004-02-13T17:00:51Z 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. <br /><br />Things that I do not: Hyper religious roommates who enjoy shaming people for bizarre reaasons. <br /><br />I leave tomorrow!!! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:24004 2003-12-26T04:59:01Z 2003-12-26T04:59:01Z the dears The festive foul fisting is finished. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:16646 2003-09-08T01:53:25Z 2003-09-08T01:53:25Z So I'm now officially at University or My Own Personal Hell as I termed it for the first couple of days. <br />I'll elaborate on this a little later, however, it's getting better, I think... hopefully,... maybe... most definitely! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:16382 2003-05-25T04:49:30Z 2003-05-25T04:49:30Z 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.. <br />I took the bus down and some man from Jamaica was trying to make me his bride.. <br />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) <br /><br />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.<br /><br />.. 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. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:16021 2003-05-22T03:36:47Z 2003-05-22T03:36:47Z 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! <br />Anyways.. mmm.. I have nothing interesting to say.. Wah wah wah.. whine whine whine.. I've said it all.. <br />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.. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:15767 2003-04-28T03:33:20Z 2003-04-28T03:33:20Z 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.. <br />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.. <br />AHHHHHH... <br />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.. <br />the only thing I can think of, is that they must be ex-drug addicts or born again Christians or something.. <br />I cannot fathom someone being that odd.. entire garages full of fffmmphing guinea pigs.. who trim their nails.. and .. regulate their bowel movements.. <br />hmmm.. so I'm going to go back to writing... <br />that's about it. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:15489 2003-04-19T02:06:53Z 2003-04-19T02:06:53Z alecia keys?? what to say what to do...?? <br />today I walked around the t.dot with my very heavy bag, and then ate pad thai with my sister.. who I'm petrified to sya.... drinks.. which actually scared the living shit out of me.. <br />I have absolutely nothing interesting to put on this screen.. I intend to make cds for the rest of the night, and I don't intend to wash my hair for another week because it's pissing me off.. <br />I love people watching and I did that all today, and intend to do it the rest of my life.. <br />yeah.. I'm not interesting at all .. <br />watching fight club.. and writing stories.. <br />farewell urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:15148 2003-04-16T01:55:51Z 2003-04-16T01:55:51Z jurassic 5 So lets see.. I had the weirdest dream of my life yesterday that I insists on reciting to everyone I meet because I was so traumatized.. <br />I dreamt I was standing in a dimly lite basement, with white walls and two windows on the side.. and all of a sudden there are these feet shimmying down the wall from the window..then calves, then this very nicely toned black spandex clad ass.. and before I know it, this man that looks like a mixture between Mattie and Rutger Halige is standing in this room with me.. except he has a name.. and I know it.. and it is "The Cyclist".. duh duh dahhhhhh.. and he's here to steal stuff from my house and then kill me.. <br />Things have weird ways of manifesting themselves in my mind.. <br />Today was fantastic.. and I'm happy.. except sort of worried for Montreal in the summer... as there does appear to be some difficulties.. <br />and as I am gross and hairy I feel the need to stop babbling on about such insignificant things as "The Cyclist" (duh duh dahhhh) and continue on with my nightly routine..<br />I also had a really good sex talk with Courtney Pegg, which was really weird, however not awkward at all.. as a lot of sex things tend to be with her.. (aka throwing in random sex tidbits into normal early morning conversation)<br />ohh and I finally got back my Amelie cd from Nina.. after her having had it since AUGUST&gt;&gt; (fucker) and my life is all smiles and dreams from now on. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:15029 2003-04-11T02:14:37Z 2003-04-11T02:14:37Z So one must wonder to themselves after reading this title, "What exactly is a SNAG?" Well, after finally having the pleasure of meeting one, I can tell you it is a Spritual New Age Guy. They tend to be fond of commencing conversations with "So... yeah I take a lot of vitamins" or "Did you see the last Holly show" or "I'm actually an aspiring musician.. I like the philosophies"... or my most favourite, "I have this weird philosophies that people who can speak in accents were actually of that nationality in a past life.." ... I can't take it. <br />And the meathead is back.. and ahhhhh.. these are the things I never thought I would encounter while working at the Y.. <br />but it's not that bad.. thus I can't complain.. some of the things these people say tho, I'm petrified!<br />I'm also procrastinting... I ahve a shitload of things to get down tonight..<br />wah wah wah.. the good thing is tomorrow is Friday.. and I am happy about that.. <br />I've gained a new phobia.. It's the phobia of becoming a big, dumb, gossipy Londener taht says "eh" alot and sounds a bit like my friend renee.. (who has perfected the accent._)<br />I'm also convinced I'm going to be stuck here for the rest of my life.. <br />AHHHH urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:14773 2003-04-08T02:40:51Z 2003-04-08T02:40:51Z ok.. so it's been about half an hour, and I was trying to send a simple fucking email to Riviere de Loup people, but does my account work.. NOOO! Is it flooded with shit, horse porn, penis enlarger mail.. YESS.. do I have a penis to enlarge.. I don't fucking think so!!!<br />ahhhh.. there's something very satisfying about the word fuck right now.. <br />so anywyas.. what to say what to do.. mmmm.. I'm perturbed about the weather, and wonder if we're indeed headed towards another ice age.. which would be quite tragic.. not many other generations have a war and an ice age in their generation.. (?) <br />What else to say.. I've decided I shouldn't get stoned, because when stoned, I think I can see peoples souls.. and unlike when I am drunk and am insisting that I can only tell the truth, the only thing I can talk about while stoned.. (if the words do indeed come out.. which is unlikely).. is "so beautiful" or evening or gnineve... that's another thign... I hear things in sounds and ..ahhh.. I become obsessed with watching little red headed girls who I see everywhere because I find myself convinced that they are indeed one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.. I should probably mention that I'm talking about one experience in general, and don't actually seek out red headed girls to watch and find beautiful every single time that I smoke pot.. *end of rant*<br />hmm.. what else to say. My weekend was fairly pointless... as are most of the things that I do.. <br />entertain this idea for me, because it was one of the focal points of my Friday night.. imagine taping a bunch of Canadian teenagers get drunk, and then sending the tape to some random Russians.. What would the Russians think? Would they think we are all wusses for not drinking entire 26ers filled of vodka.. These are the things that I ponder, and perhaps will act on. In fact, I'll send random bits of Canadian culture all over the world.. <br />hmmm.. <br />ohhh.. yeah.. turns out there's a new fad for men with scraggly toilet head hair, and mountain bikes.. It's called robbing my house and stealing our computer and other assorted goods.. and contaminating my hand cream, those perverted bastards!!!.. I've got it all worked out tho, because I keep my room in such a state of disorder that they can't find any valuables amongst the discarded clothes.. it's genius.. but that happened a hwile ago.. and I'm just carrying on about nothing because I'm extremely bored.. even tho I should be doing other things.. <br />if this doesn't post I'll cry.. sob in fact.. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:grande_grenarde:14466 2003-03-22T05:26:03Z 2003-03-22T05:26:03Z sneakerpimps So what did I do today? I skipped half of my classes and sat around with Camille and others and ate at various intrums throughout the day. <br />After school, I was converted by the sweet, sweet gospel of DavidCross, and before that hung out drinking tea with Camille and Alex and actually had a really good time. <br />I hung out with Nina for a while and ate Ben Thanh and then went to see Fubar toute seule.. (mmmhmmm) <br />I don't feel like sleeping, and therefore intend to spend the rest of the night in front of my tv screen watching movies.. <br />anyone is free to disrupt me ..