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| 03:03pm 08/12/2010 |
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mood:  accomplished
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im starting the Anti-Brockville-Action (thank you heather). if your interested check out heather's LJ post from today (december 8).you should anyways cause shes that cute and important.
if your down, post your name, job and title...
we need people with positive attitudes. so no debi downers, got it!?! |
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| i need you... |
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| 11:42pm 07/08/2005 |
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does anyone feel like talking... cause i want to talk to somone right now.
if you dont mind that im drunk im at home right now...
the number is 258-4141 and ill be up for a while...
i would really love it if somone called to talk to me...
it would make my year. |
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| oh jesus... |
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| 11:04pm 07/08/2005 |
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mood:  crushed
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i know that i did somthing to deserve this but i just dont know what... i thought i played it well, guess not well enough.
when i finally breakdown,
and i winde up in your end of town again.
ill call you on the telephone and tell you just how everything has been.
and alone and in bed your the only thing i got in my head.
and that look you gave me yesterday, got me repeating every thing ive said.
and when you hit "send call"
and i here your song of hello
my mouth goes dry
and i wonder why
i dont kiss you, every time i see you. |
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| oh geeze... |
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| 12:02am 07/06/2005 |
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mood: crushed
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you know somtimes its ok to miss the things you had, aslong as you know what is possible and keep it real.
i had a vision last night... i think it was cause i was super high...
Forgive me father; I have sinned,
I caught a whiff on a memory.
In those tears was an oath revised,
I swore to you Id never cry.
Was it really her or a memory?
Are we connected, was I dreaming?
I thought for a while that I’d be fine.
I lost it when she said, “you’ll always be mine.”
Let her go
Let her go
Just let her go
You’re always hers in the memory
The song she sang hit me hard
Her hair fell down into my eyes
As she goes on my vision blurs.
I hope I don’t wake up tonight.
Forgive me father; I’ve bleed dry.
I’m caught a drift on a memory.
Walkman on the floor beside my head.
One more song and ill be dead
Without this would I be right?
Are we connect, am I crazy?
It’s too late to figure out tonight.
it's too late now to even want to fight. |
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| hmmm... |
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| 11:22pm 21/04/2005 |
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it turns out i have been accepted by sherridian and fanshaw... so i dont know what to do. i dont realy have the money to go but ill try for osap if i decide to. its for the fine arts program at fanshaw, which i have heard from prevoius students, isnt so fine. its also a three year course, which im not realy prepared to give up, im thinking i may just take the 1 year art fundies at sheridian and fuck off but i would kinda like a diploma... not just a cirtificate. i love london... alot, it happens to be the HAWTest city in canada... hands down, plus the night life is amazing... but i went to college once already and got my degree in party and nightlife... is london realy the place for me?
LONDON/FANSHAW
Pros Cons
diploma three years
night life too drubk to get at skcholl
LONDON three years worth of rent and groceries/ Fanshaw FA program.
photo experience
OAKVILLE/SHERIDIAN
Pros Cons
one year cirtificate
quiet nights no night life... (and getting high in your apartment doesnt count.)
Damn close to toronto. OAKVILLE :(
no photo experience...
who the hell knows...
i sure dont.. |
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| mars plastics: vendetta kept in time with quatrz |
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| 11:26pm 19/04/2005 |
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ive been working for family in armproir for the last week. i have to go to ottawa tommrow for some pick ups and deliveries. just thought i would check in with every one... how is everybody?
with a cast iron fist and an empty chest, I drag my body flaming through this contraban existance. wearing an extra gloss finnish, my polished heart is ready to makes an underdog comback.
where are you dreaming tonight?
am i there?
will i ever be?
i smoke to ashes of our cancer kin and rejuvinate my soul. writing a solem sonnet is a memory for me.
i have found a new lust for crass comedy. as i lead this plastic revoloution with a twist of sickly vendetta, my heart and feet could keep a beat with quartz. i miss you but you are only a memor-dream...
i drempt of a you in tune with me,
and that day under the umbrella tree.
bare feet and bodies lounge in the grass
time and summer fading fast,
and you kissed me.
a kiss can often be forgotten,
like friut, momories often go rotten.
but in that second you instantly grasped,
a perfect picture into our past
that kiss is embossed in my soul.
(gary jules: original EMO)
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
Enlarging your world |
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| RIP |
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| 10:57pm 10/04/2005 |
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mood: sad
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my mom msged me on my msn to call her, jsut so she could tell me that my aunt and my cat died... in the same day. just thinking about that it make me laugh jsut cause it sounds like quite the week. its not really my aunt but shes related in the family down the line.. shes had cancer for a while... but my cat got runover in front of my house. i relay liked that cat and i dont know many cats i like. shit eh?
im kinda sad now...
"nice kid did you steal it.!" |
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| arrrg |
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| 11:39pm 03/04/2005 |
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mood:  aggravated
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so tonight while watching the junos,i heard a shout out to broken social scene, by some girl named feist... i dont know her but i like her music now... thats what the junos are about... anyways, turns out that BSS are on tour and going to be in ottawa on the 18th... so i went to get 2 tickets it turns out that they are sold out... boo to that, so the person i was going to go with (whom i dotn know, i jsut tried to gget 2 so i didnt have to go alone :o ) anyways... they are sold out and im not going... and punk ottawa didnt even have them on the bill. i would have gotten tickets sooner!!! oh well.
love mike |
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| gone like a shot... |
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| 10:48pm 21/03/2005 |
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mood:  blah
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so i have been staying with my grand parrents for the last week. they own a market and need some help luging and lifting as they as they are getting old. so for the last three days ive been hauling dirt lifting bage of fertilizer and planting hundres of flowers and puting them in the green house... mabey ill see you guys soon.
at least i have my discman. |
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| insperated radiator, standing on the edge of tommrow, TODAY! |
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| 11:27pm 18/03/2005 |
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mood:  calm
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i havent slept yet sice prolly thursday morning... and i have to work today, at 6.
just letting the creative juices flow... do us a favor and respond regardless of you wanting to or not... i would do it for all of you. :)
you said "i know that this will hurt, but if i dont break your heart,
then things will just get worse" when the burden seems to much to bear,
remember the end will justify the pain to took to get me there. you reached
out to me, made my heart brand new. every beat will be for you.
i know you think that im losing my mind, but i will shy away from the specifics.
cause i dont want you to know where i am. then youll see my heart
and the sadist day its ever been. i always manage to make a fool
of myself and manage to still survive your opinion or what i imagine
you are thinking of me. playing myself to remeber that,
there might be life after death and taxes.
-CRUSH-
with the cup at my lips i slip a sip
and the room begins to turn.
bottle in hand and the band maned, we talk
quietly over everybody elese.
and in your eyes i see myself,the relfection looks so beautiful
as it is you that reflects it. die right now, just die right now, i've never felt so good.
and now its noon and i hear the tune you humm as i lay here next to you.
with your hair in my hand, a frown of this dammed man as i know i cant be yours, ever.
but i molest the idea of you as mine and me as yours regardless
of the time and date and circumstance of the situation.
is this a crush...
yes and i love it.
and know that i fell stupid. |
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| i just had a revelation |
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| 01:11am 14/03/2005 |
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isnt it funny that the we grow tired and begin to resent the people and places that have nurtured us and thus created us. its a safe place and we try desperatly to get away from it. i think a change of senery is healthy.
we are all products of our environment. you cant escape that... that is one of the only things that is definate in this life. when you realize that you are only a product of your environment, you can begin to use and cash in on the environment. focusing yourself towards the perfect palce in wich you easily cpitalize on the environment.
i have almost reached this enlightenment, however i am still missing a key part of the prosess. i lack focus and find myself wonderign blindly through the environments around me. i am exceptional at utilizing my environment i jsut need to focus... i could be the king of this world if i could only focus.
READERS POLL:
what do you do to focus? |
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| 03:13am 12/03/2005 |
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well here i am again with egg on my face!
FUCK YOU!!!!
im so sick of your shit. i dont even know why im talking to you, this is the second chance ive given you! this is absolutly ridiculous! you fucking ditched me plain and simple. youve whored yourself out and it had to be said.
i already know what your excuse is going to be, "i was drunk" FUCK YOU! i dont get angry... i dont remember the last time i was angry. I AM SO FUCKING ANGRY RIGHT NOW. YOU DONT DESERVE WAHT YOU HAVE AND YOU DONT DESERVE THE CHANCES IVE GIVEN!
you left me alone tonight, with a bunch of people i didnt know. thats a dirty fucking trick! im so sick of you. im calling you tommrow and we are havign a long chat, then as far as im concerned im done with you and your chances.
thanks for leaving me alone when all i was doing was protecting you! your such a bitch! |
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| how long can this go on... this is just a heads up. |
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| 12:15am 06/03/2005 |
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mood: discontent
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how long can this go on, really?!?
I think I'm going to skip all the artful dodge-ing and the well thought out sentences this post. I am sick of who I have become. I am sick of whom I have worked (unknowingly) to become. I have decided to go no further before I know what I need to do.
I’m so sick of hearing the voices in my head say nothing but gibberish. I’m clouded and I’m sick, I need to be better. The way I’m going, I’m never going to make it. We dream for a reason. Dreams are glorified wishes, and wishing is for chumps. I don’t like these facts. The difference between having dream and having goals is the wishing part. You can’t wish goal completed, you have to work for it. That’s what I need to do.
I am taking drastic measures. I am removing all the things (and people) I feel have a negative outcome on my actions, thoughts, and body. I’m not telling you so I can hear your opinion, I’m telling you so you’re not surprised when I don’t message you anymore, stop replying to your messages, and don’t phone anymore. Try to understand that the things that are bad for me and have ended up owning me, won’t always own me and be bad for me, I just need to build a resistance. That goes for the people I will remove as well.
This is just a heads up. |
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| spin me round |
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| 09:49am 25/02/2005 |
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mood: calm
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i just got up and handed my portfollio in. i wish i had worked a little more diligently on it. you live you learn right.
the thing that helps me most is knowing that even if nothing works out, i am still going to sheridian next year, as i have alreadyt been accepted for the fundimentals program.
i have been neglecting my blogging tools latly. my live journal has benn quiet and i havne even looked at my iam page in like months. one of these days im going to have to get on that.
anyways... there is alot of fun to be had... and sotries to tell.
im on my way.
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| revalations |
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| 08:34pm 20/02/2005 |
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mood:  contemplative
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as i elaps through my writen thoughts and ideas, i realize that all my dreams and wishes are exactaly what every other person on this planet wishes for. wishing is for chumps! although im glad i have realized these things, i have neither the drive, nor the inspiration to get off my ass and seize the things i want. am i making progress or is this a relaps?
i have probable 2 days worth of portfollio time left... give or take, and about 7+ days of work to do. i have lost hope. dont worry about me tho, this is when i do my best work. when desperation sets in youll be surprised what you can accomplish. mabey its my addiction to despair that keeps me locked in this trench that i call life. if i didnt know sadness, self pitty, and lone-ly-ness, would i feel at all? could i realize self worth if i had it? would i enjoy the calm of love again? only time will tell i guess... im optimistic.
forward thinking,
michael |
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| happy valintines day: a memorandum... |
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| 02:06am 14/02/2005 |
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mood: lonely
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Like an emotional combat helmet, my hair shags in my eyes as I put on my brave face. The repetitive beats in my headphones calm me and force me to think “its ok… it really is ok.” My baggy pants to feel to baggy and my tight shirt fells oh so tight; I pause and realize it’s my skin, not my clothes, I feel uncomfortable in. As I raise the haze on my eyes, ever facet of what I am doing becomes very clear and I find it hard to keep me heart beating, breath, process thought, and walk at the same time. I feel like I could die right there.
As you pass and I continue to live, I can’t help wonder what it is in you that makes me die a little every time I see you. All I am stops and I scream until my lungs bleed in my mind when I smell your perfume. This is my ode to you.
In memorandum;
To the girl who picked my pocket and my heart, but gave my wallet back. To the woman who saw all I was but loved me just the same. To the girl I killed a little in every wish I made.To the only person I ever needed. Rest in peace.
She was something else. During her life she aimed to please. She never trusted me, and I wish she had. I would have died for her, and I’m poignant I didn’t get the chance to prove it. I’m sorry I didn’t realize that what I was, what I wasn’t, and what i needed to be. She will be survived by me, but only in part.
You are dead to me.
Rest in peace… please |
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| you live you learn... |
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| 07:10pm 13/02/2005 |
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mood:  dirty
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i got tattooed yesterday. its alot biger then it looked on paper. its far from done but its a start. ill have a pic soon.
its been a slow week, thats cause im lazy. i went out this weekend and saw some of my friends in the b-rawk... even if i dont remember what i said it still counts.
im just checking in...
post here if you love me. |
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| 12:35am 05/02/2005 |
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mood: angry
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So I have an interesting story today. I have been working at my local radio shack for about a week now; things have been going well actually. That was until today. When I started there the manager told me that I would have to remove my piercings. While I agreed to remove my 4 gauge ear plugs, I never motioned anything about my bridge. Everyday before work I would remove the balls and use a slightly shorter bar bell as a retainer. Anyways, today I was at work and I was talking to the manager and she noticed the retainer I had in my bridge. She asked me if I had anything in there and I told her I did. When she told me I had to remove it and I refused, she told me I would have to leave. I repeated myself so she knew I was serious about not removing the barbell in my face, and I told her I would leave. I went into the back and replaced all my jewelry as usual. As I was walking out she told me she was really sorry but it was store policy, my question to her is (now, I wish I had asked it at the time) if no facial piercings at all and no ear piercings on males is the company policy, why was I hired in the first place.
The first thing I did after leaving was go to the labor place and get the phone number for the labor board and employment standards to see if I could start a complaint. Its not like I want to sue or want a grievance, I just want to know if it’s lawful what they did. If it turns out that it isn’t lawful then maybe this could be a little precedence, a start or something for pierced individuals. I don’t know if it’s worth my time or not. My dad was being a real asshole about it too. He told me “if I get two technicians applying for a job and one has his ears pierced, let alone a bolt in his face, guess which one I’m going to hire?” what an asshole.
So what does everyone think about my situation? Will it be worth my time? Do I have rights and have they been breached?
PS: to all those 40 something’s and baby-boomers, who hold onto this idea of an acceptable appearance, your time is running out. The piercings in my face make me happy; not a criminal, degenerate, or uncivilized. Thank you for all you’ve accomplished, but fuck you. our time is coming and I’m feeling a revolution…. |
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