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[Tuesday, July 8, 2003 | 01:48 p.m.]
Nova Next Exit is revamping itself. Huzzah!
Leaving on a jet plane in...exactly 10 hours. Will miss everyone, but will bring presents back. The guys and gals with their birthdays coming up should probably post what they'd like. (Ivan, langey, birdy, and Kim if my memory serves me correctly.) Nothing that'll get me arrested or shot on sight please. [Monday, July 7, 2003 | 02:34 p.m.]
Ok, I know that communication between us all has been nonexistent as of late, except between certain groups of individuals, but I'd really like to know who is going for CNA. It's our (at least mine) last chance to hang out as a huge group of friends and I'm fairly sure we'd all like to take some good memories of good times along with us when we go off to university and become serious, mature, responsible adults. (ha!)
Please leave a comment if you're going and what plans (i.e. cosplay, missing a day, etc.) you've got going on for CNA. I'd just like to be informed. Thanks.
I might as well take this chance to tell you to check my DJ for daily posts and this blog for bigger announcements. Leave comments there for me too, just put your name down somewhere on the comment so I know it's you. (I can't track you down by IP address alone.) [Friday, July 4, 2003 | 06:45 p.m.]
I passed my G2! XD
[Monday, June 30, 2003 | 12:23 a.m.]
Went to Pride Parade today. Pretty cool, 'twas crowded and I was steadily being pushed around on nearly all sides by taller men. Who were not hot. On the left, gay man who kept on jabbing his elbow into my back. On my right, straight Korean man with his girlfriend who kept on invading my personal space and view taking pictures. I wanted to punch him or at least ruin his pictures for being such an arse and steadily shoving me out of my spot. Behind me, sorta same deal as on my right, only slightly less annoying.
Best floats/groups had to be the Gay Geeks (Shoujo-ai Otaku!) and the Asian Gay, Lesbian and Trans Group. The latter had hot men with good moves. Yowza!
Went to fcuk and got nice shirts. Then went to dinner with friends and now am tired. Want sleep. Finished OOTP. I like. [Saturday, June 28, 2003 | 10:40 p.m.]
*twitch*
*twitch*
Confused. Bewildered. Content. Really, really confused. WTF?
Now back to your regularly scheduled more coherent blogging...
*twitch* [Friday, June 27, 2003 | 01:55 p.m.]
Interesting week so far. Had tons of fun up in Gravenhurst with Britt & A Different Co. Far too much to recount in sufficient detail.
Don't think I have West Nile. Sorry. [Saturday, June 21, 2003 | 11:06 p.m.]
I'm going to Gravenhurst from the 23rd to the 26th, so you won't be able to contact me, except through my blog, DJ, and possibly MSN.
Then I'm going to Hong Kong on the night of July 8th and coming back August 5th. I don't think I need quarantine, but even if I do, I'll be up and ready for CNA on August 22-24. Who's going to CNA?
I have the Order of Phoenix in my room. I'm not reading it. I want to save it for the plane ride to HK. I am foolish. [Friday, June 20, 2003 | 02:10 a.m.]
QaF UK on in 50 minutes. I'm sacrificing much needed sleep to watch QaF UK.
*rubs eyes blearily* I will tell myself it's worth it after the day I've had. I will tell myself it's worth it because I will have only 6 hours of sleep for tomorrow/today. I will tell myself the accents will keep me awake. [Thursday, June 19, 2003 | 06:54 p.m.]
Failed. -_-
[Wednesday, June 18, 2003 | 11:05 p.m.]
I'm taking my road test tomorrow. *panic^5*
FUCKING HELL SHIT DAMN FUCK!
*panic^4* Still panicking.
help. [Tuesday, June 17, 2003 | 12:36 p.m.]
It has come to my attention that a certain individual is celebrating the date of their birth.
Exactly who that certain individual is is classified information.
Nah, it isn't; I'm just bullshitting for fun.
Happy Birthday, Kitch!
It just occurred to me I don't know how old you are. If you're eighteen, congratulations on the pr0n, lottery tickets and the ability to vote and legally drink in Quebec and Hong Kong. If you're nineteen, the more power to you.
Have a very very happy birthday, kitchie. [Monday, June 16, 2003 | 09:50 p.m.]
Kitchie says she has no plans for her birthday.
This is simply unacceptable. Therefore, I propose that we kidnap her and treat her to an afternoon/evening of good food, and good friends sometime after the actual date of her birthday because we can't actually arrange something by tomorrow in time.
Suggestions anyone?
If you read this, Kitch, ignore it. Doublethink it away. Big Brother commands you to. [Sunday, June 15, 2003 | 10:59 p.m.]
Busy/lazy summer ahead. Trip up to Gravenhurst, then off to Hong Kong, back for 10 days quarantine, doing class selection on August 7, possibly a trip up to London, then CNA, then off to McGill I go right away.
Hollywood Homicide is a BAD MOVIE. Don't watch.
[Tuesday, June 10, 2003 | 12:01 a.m.]
Happiness is...
Yes, MT panel with Fred Gallagher. An actual MT panel. At CNA.
Is it just me or is CNA looking up ENORMOUSLY?
*squee* [Saturday, June 7, 2003 | 11:59 p.m.]
Formal sucked. Highly disappointing as expected.
Today: Saw 2 Fast 2 Furious against my will. Ended up having fun by snarking the cars, drooling over them, but bemoaning the fact that they were ugly. However, there was a LanEvo and slashiness. ^_^
Got Shadow Puppets in paperback by Orson Scott Card finally! *hugs it* I'm so happy. And I got Sandman I: Preludes & Nocturnes. It cost me, but it's Sandman. XD
Tired now. [Friday, June 6, 2003 | 12:25 a.m.]
Bought Monty Python and the Flying Circus today, two used DVDs at $30. Don't need Animatrix anymore!
...Actually no, I still desperately need it, but I'm holding off the purchase in hopes of finding a really cheap one of it.
Yesterday was my last day of exams. Am free! Not really, but the hard part's done.
Sort of sad though. Bye bye HC. I didn't enjoy the first eight years of my nine, but hey, the last year was almost worth all the pain, grief, and tears I endured. At least your restrictive, hypocritically conformist environment gave me sufficient angst to write depressing, badly done stories about various topics like death and suicide. Because we all know that writers write better if they have some sort of tragic, oppressed past.
Er...I write in my deadjournal a lot more than my pitas one now. Check it when it sounds like I'm dead over here. [Tuesday, June 3, 2003 | 04:36 p.m.]
Animatrix is out today.
Want. Need. Now.
I missed QaF last night. AGAIN! Why do I keep on forgetting? I'm such a fucktard. Did anyone catch last night's episode and can you please tell me what happened? [Sunday, June 1, 2003 | 09:13 p.m.]
I'm slowly cracking here; you can't tell. Don't know if you see it at all because some say you're partially blind, but I just don't think you give a damn anymore.
I'm so tired of this strain. So fucking tired of it. So tired of not being able to talk to you. So tired of the guilt, the pain and the grief. So tired of losing your friendship and have it hang over my head. Don't know if you care anymore. We're strangers now.
I think you're indifferent now. I think our friendship meant nothing now to you. I think I fucked up things badly. I think...you don't care and that hurts. But what hurts most of all is that I caused you to break away. It was already happening, but I just made it worse. Maybe it was inevitable that we wouldn't be the friends and I just sped it up. This is just trying to make the hurting stop, but it does nothing but make it worse.
I want things to be the way they were before, but it doesn't look realistic. I just want to be able to talk to you again. Not mouths moving, not sort of saying hi, not just being people with mutual friends. I want to talk like friends.
Don't know if you'll read this. Don't know if you give a damn. Don't know if you want to know me anymore. Don't know anything about you anymore. Don't know anything about our friendship, if it exists, anymore.
If I made you feel guilty (which is a slim possibility, but I rather think not), that isn't really the intention of this post. I want to see if you actually see the situation. If I come off as an angry bitch...that wasn't the intention either. I'm just sorry that things have distintegrated into such a fucked up situation.
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