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damn [20 Dec 2002|05:04pm]
[ mood | Half Cut ]
[ music | Avril Lavigne - I'm with you *on MTV Canada* ]

so I"m sitting here waiting for my mother and sister to come pick me and Justin up for the christmas party, having a couple drinks and watching MTV while checking out www.indecline.com .. I just realized that Avril Lavigne is fucking hot as shit. I need a chiquita like that. damn. but anyways my mom will be here soon. gotta clean up the bongs. later all. I need to start posting more.

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[03 Nov 2002|03:58am]
[ mood | cheerful ]
[ music | Carlos Santana & Char Kroeger - Why dont you and I ]

I love this song.. goddamn.. I just spent a night at the clubs downtown.. and at west edmonton mall.. what much fun... I love all the people around there.. there so much fun.. well most of them.. i'm confused about one girl but it'll come around... I hope your all doing well..

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[29 Jun 2002|09:28am]
I"m at my parents house. we're going to a family reunion and yeah i'm eating some of their food. I haven't went grocery shopping in weeks. ahhhh i've been living off eggs, protien shakes and Mr. Sub for a while. I finally got a burger and some mashed potatoes in me. doesn't even matter that it's morning. so yeah. alicia called me twice yesterday. she went out to Jasper to camp in the mountains with one of her friends. she wants me to go real bad. and I wanna go out there real bad. I mean damn. out in the mountains, with two girls, one of which I can't stop thinking about and the other I hardly know. family reunions come at bad times I guess. but I'll definately be heading out there on sunday if I come back early. well I hope this CANADA DAY long weekend treats everyone well. kinda blows ass that there's a fireban and we can't have any damn fireworks. bastards. oh well. I gotta go eat more of my parents food and get ready to leave.
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[12 May 2002|06:47pm]
hey. well I haven't wrote in a LONG time. i'm still alive. I just bought a computer but haven't got it yet. their doing all these fancy upgrades and stuff. but i'm at my parents helping mom do yard work cause my dad is down in Cuba for a week. but anyways. haven't had a chance to look at livejournal in a while. hopefully soon i'll get a chance to actually read some stuff. hopefully i'm still on a few friends lists and stuff. otherwise that'll suck. hope everyone is doing well!
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[23 Apr 2002|06:15am]
yay for espresso. and easy to brew espresso at that
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[23 Apr 2002|06:06am]
I just realized that the clock on my computer was 2 hours out of whack. no idea how something like that would happen. or why if someone did would they set it back 2 hours. strange.
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[23 Apr 2002|04:08am]
wakin up this early is definately not cool. why can't it be a weekend every day. I have school today. I have to meet al at work at 7:30 am. oooooooooooo how fun this will be . i'm only actually awake half an hour before usual but its not to cool. oh well once I"m outta this house i'll have to wake up at this time every day just to be awake and ready for work. you can always tell your getting older when you actually make an attempt to wake up too early.
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[23 Mar 2002|02:15pm]
[ mood | creative ]


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This makes me fucking sick. [08 Mar 2002|02:17pm]
Sweep by Canada what it's all aboot

February 25, 2002

BY RICK TELANDER SUN-TIMES COLUMNIST









SALT LAKE CITY--You gotta love those cuddly hosers from Up North, eh? When I called home, my 11-year-old son was singing "O Canada,'' and I couldn't blame him.

It's a simple song--a preschooler can handle the melody, and apparently the only words are "O Canada'' and "We stand on guard for thee''--and you have to admit the anthem looks so good coming out of Wayne Gretzky's mouth. Especially when Janet Jones is clinging to his back.

You know the Canadians smoked us in hockey--men's and women's--and that is a little like UCLA losing a doubleheader hoops game to the University of Saskatoon.

Well, not exactly, maybe. Canada did invent hockey. But with a population about the same as New York state, Canada should be as serious a threat to our big country as Lapland is to Russia.

Those northern people also beat our women in curling, en route to winning a silver medal.

Of course, we don't care about curling, and they do. When one of their beloved female curlers died of cancer not long ago, the memorial service was broadcast nationally on Canadian television.

But shouldn't we beat the Canucks (Webster's definition: "A Canadian; especially a French Canadian'') at anything that has moveable objects involved, whether French, English or pig Latin is spoken during the event?

The trouble is, you can't get mad at Canadians.

Anger directed north is like anger directed at a slobbering St. Bernard.

Just get the mop and pat its head, and things will be fine.

Canada is the buffer between us and the Arctic Circle, a province of Minnesota, the guardian of ponds and mosquitoes and bellowing moose.

We have Florida and Bruce Springsteen and real police.

They have Manitoba and the Barenaked Ladies and mounties in red coats and Dudley Do-Right hats.

It had been 50 years since the Canadian men had won an Olympic gold medal in hockey.

And the Canadian women had lost eight straight times to their United States counterparts before whipping the haughty Americans on Thursday.

And so what we have in this deal is a kind of gentle payback.

Did you know we once invaded Canada?

We did.

In December 1775, we marched up there to fight the British and were forced to scamper home after getting our butts shellacked in Quebec.

Soon after, for our punishment, agent Peter Jennings was sent across the border and instructed to make the word "aboot'' part of the American lexicon.

I have to admit that I was stunned upon arriving in this western city to see that the American Olympic team was wearing gear made by something or somebody called "Roots.''

There on every American athlete's jacket and sweatshirt, like a first name on a bowling shirt, was the word, "Roots.''

A Canadian company, for God's sake.

Apparently not Nike or Wilson or Spalding or even Target or Walgreens could get it together, or stoop low enough, to actually outfit our own people.

What a great way to win a minor battle: Put the big dummies in our clothes.

I wonder if the American press, so shrill and feverish in demanding reparations for allegedly slighted Canadian pairs skaters Jamie Sale and David Pelletier, would be so vocal now, knowing the danged Canadians kicked our butts in the only team games we cared about.

But again: How can you get mad at these folks?

They're funny.

They're unassuming.

They're hardy.

They're like Australians living in places like Prince Rupert, without kangaroos.

They're us, we like to think.

If we could handle the wolverines and tundras.

Canadian men's hockey leader Wayne Gretzky had complained about "American propaganda,'' saying we southern media agents had somehow been mean to and critical of the hosers' hockey and wanted nothing more than for them to implode.

I sat and listened to Wayne's rant, and I had no idea what he was talking about.

He said that if the Canadians had been as loutish as, say, the Czech Republic players were to his own little precious annoyance, Theo Fleury, the Canadians would be labeled "hooligans.''

Hooligans?

What was Wayne talking about?

What is the least bit nasty about Labatt Blue or Fergie Jenkins or snowshoes?

No, this was the Olympics that had almost everybody rooting for the folks from the other side of the treeline.

And it was the Olympics that made us realize the Soviet Union is gone, the Cubans don't have a Winter team, the Chinese are still figuring it out, the Berlin Wall is down, and the only Evil Empire out there, so to speak, is us.

We're the bullies on the block, the strutters with the money and clout.

And guess what?

Oh, Canada, you sweeties. You nicked us where it hurts.
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This makes me fucking sick. [08 Mar 2002|02:16pm]
Sweep by Canada what it's all aboot

February 25, 2002

BY RICK TELANDER SUN-TIMES COLUMNIST









SALT LAKE CITY--You gotta love those cuddly hosers from Up North, eh? When I called home, my 11-year-old son was singing "O Canada,'' and I couldn't blame him.

It's a simple song--a preschooler can handle the melody, and apparently the only words are "O Canada'' and "We stand on guard for thee''--and you have to admit the anthem looks so good coming out of Wayne Gretzky's mouth. Especially when Janet Jones is clinging to his back.

You know the Canadians smoked us in hockey--men's and women's--and that is a little like UCLA losing a doubleheader hoops game to the University of Saskatoon.

Well, not exactly, maybe. Canada did invent hockey. But with a population about the same as New York state, Canada should be as serious a threat to our big country as Lapland is to Russia.

Those northern people also beat our women in curling, en route to winning a silver medal.

Of course, we don't care about curling, and they do. When one of their beloved female curlers died of cancer not long ago, the memorial service was broadcast nationally on Canadian television.

But shouldn't we beat the Canucks (Webster's definition: "A Canadian; especially a French Canadian'') at anything that has moveable objects involved, whether French, English or pig Latin is spoken during the event?

The trouble is, you can't get mad at Canadians.

Anger directed north is like anger directed at a slobbering St. Bernard.

Just get the mop and pat its head, and things will be fine.

Canada is the buffer between us and the Arctic Circle, a province of Minnesota, the guardian of ponds and mosquitoes and bellowing moose.

We have Florida and Bruce Springsteen and real police.

They have Manitoba and the Barenaked Ladies and mounties in red coats and Dudley Do-Right hats.

It had been 50 years since the Canadian men had won an Olympic gold medal in hockey.

And the Canadian women had lost eight straight times to their United States counterparts before whipping the haughty Americans on Thursday.

And so what we have in this deal is a kind of gentle payback.

Did you know we once invaded Canada?

We did.

In December 1775, we marched up there to fight the British and were forced to scamper home after getting our butts shellacked in Quebec.

Soon after, for our punishment, agent Peter Jennings was sent across the border and instructed to make the word "aboot'' part of the American lexicon.

I have to admit that I was stunned upon arriving in this western city to see that the American Olympic team was wearing gear made by something or somebody called "Roots.''

There on every American athlete's jacket and sweatshirt, like a first name on a bowling shirt, was the word, "Roots.''

A Canadian company, for God's sake.

Apparently not Nike or Wilson or Spalding or even Target or Walgreens could get it together, or stoop low enough, to actually outfit our own people.

What a great way to win a minor battle: Put the big dummies in our clothes.

I wonder if the American press, so shrill and feverish in demanding reparations for allegedly slighted Canadian pairs skaters Jamie Sale and David Pelletier, would be so vocal now, knowing the danged Canadians kicked our butts in the only team games we cared about.

But again: How can you get mad at these folks?

They're funny.

They're unassuming.

They're hardy.

They're like Australians living in places like Prince Rupert, without kangaroos.

They're us, we like to think.

If we could handle the wolverines and tundras.

Canadian men's hockey leader Wayne Gretzky had complained about "American propaganda,'' saying we southern media agents had somehow been mean to and critical of the hosers' hockey and wanted nothing more than for them to implode.

I sat and listened to Wayne's rant, and I had no idea what he was talking about.

He said that if the Canadians had been as loutish as, say, the Czech Republic players were to his own little precious annoyance, Theo Fleury, the Canadians would be labeled "hooligans.''

Hooligans?

What was Wayne talking about?

What is the least bit nasty about Labatt Blue or Fergie Jenkins or snowshoes?

No, this was the Olympics that had almost everybody rooting for the folks from the other side of the treeline.

And it was the Olympics that made us realize the Soviet Union is gone, the Cubans don't have a Winter team, the Chinese are still figuring it out, the Berlin Wall is down, and the only Evil Empire out there, so to speak, is us.

We're the bullies on the block, the strutters with the money and clout.

And guess what?

Oh, Canada, you sweeties. You nicked us where it hurts.
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[23 Feb 2002|04:31pm]
[ mood | pleased ]
[ music | Craig Chaquico - Sacred Ground ]

Take me to the shore
and wrap me in a blind tomorrow
I won't fight no more
and I won't scream
maybe we'll be washed away
maybe I just need a holiday

This time we'll get
a room with a view and a velvet painting
and this time we'll stay inside
until the lights go down
over the palm trees and the sand

Buy me the blue sky
and wrap me in clouds of blasphemy
in the end I won't ask why
you can do what you want with me
maybe we'll be thrown away
maybe we just need a holiday

This time we'll get
a room with a view and a velvet painting
and this time we'll stay inside
until the lights come up
and everything's vermillion

Take me to the shore
and throw me in the water
I won't fight no more
no, I won't say a thing

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[22 Feb 2002|01:11pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]
[ music | Ja Rule - I'm Real (murder remix) ]

some people are really stupid. my dad left the shop.. so someone went in his office and took the 27 inch TV and planted it up on the front counter. so yeah. they hooked it up to the CB radio antenae on the roof and are watching the hockey game. while he's gone.. and doing NOTHING. so I just went and did a little covert picture taking session. ah i'm such an ass but fuck that shit them standing there getting paid to watch hockey and me in here typing so much my hands hurt. what a buncha cluster fucks! yay for them I wish I was just as fucking stupid as them!

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[20 Feb 2002|08:41pm]
i'm B O R E D. someone should message me on AIM. anyone anyone anyone. username is relic4476. then I wont be so damn bored!
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[28 Jan 2002|03:38pm]
[ mood | artistic ]
[ music | George Michael - Heal the pain ]

dont care what anyone says. this song is fucking awesome. I haven't heard this in years and I heard it today on the radio. had to download it.

Let me tell you a secret
Put it in your heart and keep it
Something that I want you to know
Do something for me
Listen to my simple story
And maybe we'll have someting to show

You tell me you're cold on the inside
How can the outside world
Be a place that your heart can embrace
Be good to yourself
Because nobody else
Has the power to make you happy

How can I help you
Please let me try to
I can heal the pain
That you're feeling inside
Whenever you want me
You know that I will be
Waiting for the day
That you say you'll be mine

He must have really hurt you
To make you say the things that you do
He must have really hurt you
To make those pretty eyes look so blue

He must have known
That he could
That you'd never leave him
Now you can't see my love is good
And that I'm not him

How can I help you
Please let me try to
I can heal the pain
That you're feeling inside
Whenever you want me
You know that I will be
Waiting for the day
That you say you'll be mine

Who needs a lover
That can't be a friend
Something tells me I'm the one you've been looking for
If you ever should see him again
Won't you tell him you've found someone who gives you more

Someone who will protect you
Love and respect you
All those things
That he never could bring to you
Like I do
Or rather I would
Won't you show me your heart
Like you should

Won't you let me in
Let this love begin
Won't you show me your heart now
I'll be good to you
I can make this thing true
And get to your heart somehow

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[17 Jan 2002|04:30pm]

What Flavour Are You? Cor blimey, I taste like Tea.Cor blimey, I taste like Tea.


I am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain. What Flavour Are You?
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Fucking Eh [16 Jan 2002|02:35pm]
Febuary 9th 2002

Slayer
Hatebreed

Tickets
$30
Plus service charge
Available at Ticketmaster (451-8000)

All ages show
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[11 Jan 2002|09:50am]
[ mood | bouncy ]
[ music | Snoop Dogg - Buss'n Rocks ]

Can't beat Snoop Dogg.

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fuckin EH! [09 Jan 2002|01:56pm]
Noise, noise, noise, smokin' weed, smokin' weed, doin' coke, drinkin' beers! What's up baby? Sup sluts? You're Jay, and you're all about pussy! You hate guys, you love women! But deep behind your mask of stupidity, some would say you possess knowledge beyond your years. Well, maybe not. Who fuckin' farted?

Take The "Which Kevin Smith Male Are You?" Quiz!!
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[04 Jan 2002|08:46am]
"The Greatest View" To Hit Stores January 28

Silverchair's new single, "The Greatest View", will hit Australian
and New Zealand record stores on Monday, January 28 it was confirmed
today.

The single will feature two extra songs - "Pins In My Needles"
and "Too Much Of Not Enough". Like "The Greatest View", these two
other new tunes were both written and Co-produced by Daniel Johns and
Produced by David Bottrill. Chairpage can exclusively reveal
that "Pins In My Needles" will not be included on the band's
forthcoming, as yet unscheduled, album "Diorama". It will only be
available on this single. "Too Much Of Not Enough" will probably be
included on "Diorama" but that is not yet 100% confirmed.

In other news, a video for "The Greatest View" will debut on
Australian and New Zealand TV in mid-January.

For the full story and more exclusive News check out the chairpage
News page at http://www.chairpage.com/news/index.html

We hope everyone has a great 2002.

chairpage.com
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[03 Jan 2002|03:12pm]
mistakes dont mean a thing unless you regret them.
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