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★ Journal Of A Fucked Up Psychologist ★
After watching my baby guppies and trout...I've decided that I'm glad people aren't like fish: we're you're friend and we'll hang out with you and stuff...until you die then we eat you
Cause if that was the case well...problems like 'my friend are talkin about me wah'would be a lot less important in teh big scheme of things eh? It'd more be like'I'm half dead my friends are eating me wah'...which is alot more horrible when you think about it.
Turd pissed on my pants this morning when I was gettin ready both pairs! I couldn't decide what i wantd to wear so I had both) argh stupid cat...I washed em quickly...hopefully they dont smell too badly.
On the topic of animals!
I'm gettin a turtle today:
This guy...not sure what I'm gunna name him yet though. Been fixing up the one tank we have and looking for bigger ones, but fuck they're expensive! Gotta buy some turtle shit today at Petland but also have enough money left over for the downpayment on Danielle's b-day limo. Ugh
I also got two degus They're at Nathan's house right now we're going to visit him in Edmonon and pick em up next weekend.
Will hear back about my job interview on Tuesday and Wednesday gah please let me get it! It would be awesome to have a paycheque and a place to work so soon...then money won't be that big of issue...
Just talked to my mom on the phone for about an hour, they're going on holidays soon and then she's going for her surgery. She's really nervous but I feel good about it I think it'll go perfectly fine. I kinda wanted to see them and I didn't know they were goin on holidays. Oh well maybe next Sunday or Monday...we're goin by there when we come from Edmonton anyway.
I want iced tea bitches...
So I went and got two kitties yesterday. Monkee and Toad are their names and they're fuckin sweet!
Toad is a gray, black and white tabby and he's got attitude! He's the tough guy. When we came in the barn yesterday to pick him out his hissed at us and protected his sister that he was cuddled up beside. It was hilarious cause of how sall he is and such.
Monkee is the sister he was cuddled by. She's black and very cautious. She is a lot calmer than Toad and will sit on your lap but she spooks really easy and likes to hide under the tv stand and couch and she's really hard to get out.
They have such blue eyes!
Hard to say how old they are they were found under a shed and they were gunna be killed by the farmer's who found them. I was going to give one to my editor but I can't bear it! Jen is gunna come see them tonight and we might have to take her to the place so she can get one.
They are eating both hard and soft food, drinking a little bit of water and such. They have the litter box thing down though! It's awesome but holy shit do they pack a smell with their little poos heh.
Ari is fasinated with them, little too rowdy around them but she's just excited so it's understandable. She was going to give them a bear but I didn't want it to be all cat pee and poope covered so I told her maybe something else and she gave em two plastic dinosaurs heh.
The dogs don't know what to think of them...the little kitties totally hissed and jumped at em it was hilarious when you see the dogs compared to the cats and they're trying to attack them. Mojo (roomates cat) hates them with a passion though oy...he'll just have to get over it though. Might try and introduce them to the dogs again today...don't want to do it too much though incase they get too scared.
Here's some pics, they're hard to make sit still haha so ignore the blurryness and ignore my grossness it was the weekend I don't need to look pretty!
Geri had a man over last night, we watched a fuckin horrible movie Apocolypto and Black Christmas. Never watch Black Christmas while your high haha, it seemed to go so fast it was weird...
While we were watching the one movie her other man called and they fought so Dave and I sat with her other guy Ryan and it was so fuckin awkward...poor guy he's kinda a douche though so meh.
We were supposed to go to Steph's bday tonight but plans changed...not sure what we're going instead.
Father's Day was good...
These pants look funny on me.
Craving Pepsi like whoa
Current mood:
working.Current music: nothing amazing I know.
I cleaned my truck just a few minutes ago...the east is ready to be seen by the public once again yay! I got very muddy and gross int eh process but that's alright, my mom was already bitchin about my hoodie that had one spot of mud on it, might as well take it a bit further and really give her something to bitch about eh? Also got an oil change...woo I'm spoiliing her!
Night at my moms was good. We watched Flushed away .
</strong></em>Big party tonight! I'm excited.
Gunna head outta here in a few minutes...I'm craving StarBucks onwar ho to Red Deer we go!
Please go vote for my pics!!!
The dinosaur one (picture 1) is a special one for landmarks...it's the world's largest dinosaur people
PLEASE vote a 10 for me? Even if you hate the pics! Haha
Picture #1
Picture #2
Just got home from one job (the golf course) and at 4 I head to the pizza place to work until 10:30/11. So I've worked...18 hours outta 24 today wahoo. Work was good though, pretty easy I got to use 'my' machine as they call it and it killed the day really fast. The one boss discovered me listening to my mp3 player though but he just asked what I was listening to he didn't seem to care and I don't see why he would.
Last night I got my phone! Yay!
- Video Camera
- Camera
- MP3 Player
- TV
It's a slider phone.
Texts aren'tworking yet though cause the ladies retarded and doesn't know how to activiate phones apparently
Have I mentioned I LOVE Motion City Soundtrack and Hard Fi lately? They're all I've been listening to, even more than Something Corporate, Panic and Alice in Videoland. Amazing, I know.
Speaking of music, my band has a show this weekend! Wahoo people should come, the ones who live around her anyway hehe.
Gunna go get some soup, I wanted to nap but Erin made me go pick up food with her after work and it intruded on my sleep time since I have to wake up at 3 anyway to make sure I'm ready (my hairs done etc) by 4.
Looking out my bedroom window
See the planes take off from Heathrow
one by one they come and go
on and on on and on
I think about the places i'd go
I think about this place i call home
All the shots and all that come
all around all around
Yesterday was an awesome day yes indeedy it was.
Woke up and talked to Kit for a bit then headed off with Kaite (my younger sis) to pick up her rabbit from the pet store. She bought a new one. I let her drive my car cause she's moving to Calgary in August so she was nervous bout driving there and I told her it was so easy.
We also had to go cause some modeling agency is after her and they wanted to do some shots.
We had a fun drive with Super Dave and the Stripper:
On our way we stopped at this video game store that literally has every game, system and part for game systems. We managed to find Uni-Racers for Super Nintendo so I was all exstatic like whoa and I bought it. Yoshi's Story was also there but I'll go back for it some time. Dave got X-Box games cause theyre were 5 for 60 bucks and whatnot.
My shoes also enjoyed the ride
You know you're gnna copy my pin on the shoes idea!
When we were eating at Peter's Drive In (such a great place eh Allie?!) she was throwing this ball of tin foil at me and I threw it back and it hit her in the lip so she started like over reacting like whoa and yelling at me and was checking to see if it was bleeding and all that shit. I was like oh you'll live and she's like yelling blah it was so retarded. Some chick was there with her wedding party and she was in her wedding dress and shit it was crazy busy there too cause it was so hot out
A 'walk-in' spinal injury place. We thought that was funny.
We picked up her rabbit and I was holding it since she was driving and it pissed on me so my pants were wet for a few hours haha. Eh well.
I dragged her around the Mall and I got two new cds woot. Motion City Soundtrack and another Something Corporate cd so that was good.
Headed to get her model pic things done.
After that we went to see Amy and Anne, they're two lesbians we kinda know. Anne is like 27 and has 2 sons (ones 10 one's 8) and Amys like 20 like us and they have a sweet ass nice house and a crazy cool dog. They're been makin alcohol (it's only 20% as they kept pointing out to me as they fed me shots) I got drunk with Anne as Katie and Amy watched.
Then I stumbled back out to the car and we proceeded the 2 hours drive home. On the way home we talked about fetishes and Allie and her kid and what not (yes we talked about you, nothin bad though).
I got home around midnight and everyone was asleep so I went to bed alone boo heh.
Now I gotta go find the Super Nintendo so I can play Uni-Racers today.
So nervous about work tomorrow...ugh like badly I had dreams about it even.
I totally just sneeze 9 times in a row Thats wild
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EDIT We found the Nintendo!
Loki Mousefart the F-Word Journalist says:
Do youhave my super nintendo
Tory - Teh Pooky * They Have Some Keen New Colors! KIWI AND MANGO! * says:
i do
Loki Mousefart the F-Word Journalist says:
*GASP* can i come out and grab it in a bit
Tory - Teh Pooky * They Have Some Keen New Colors! KIWI AND MANGO! * says:
*gasp* hark you may
Loki Mousefart the F-Word Journalist says:
woot alright
That's right Vicky had it...my uncle is so smart he's like ,i.does Vicky have it</i> and I was like: no...*run downstairs and msn's her* haha. Aw he gets a gold sticker. The only bad thing now I have to go see her and it'll be all awkward like...she wants to hang out now. Oy. Oh well catching up with people you haven't seen in a while is a good thing.
Yea I've known Vicky since I was born...about 16 years into the friendship she became a whore and ditched me when I went to college and she didn't. That was almost 4 yeas ago and since I'm back in the area and she's straightened up she wants to always hang out but last time she stood me up. So we'll see.
I'm supposed to go pick her up...go figure that's never changed.
Current mood:
hungry.
My friend sent me this and highlighted the parts she thought applied to me...felt kinda nice...
August, I read this and I thought of you instantly. I'm just sending it you're way to kind of say thanks...the bolded parts really apply to you. Keep smilining, keep being Auggy.
An ode to nice guys
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores.
This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it.
This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor.
This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.”
Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice.
But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
Current mood:
loved.
August -- [noun]: An immortal 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
LinnythaReRe: you are shit
LinzsPenguin4eva: bye i love you
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either.
Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents,you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.