what a great day...
Today - I’ve decided I'm going to quit smoking at the end of this week. I have 2 and a half packs left, so they should last about a week. I think I can do it because I don't feel addicted, I very rarely go 'oh I really need a cigarette' and I think I'm strong willed enough to quit if I have a good reason. And I do, I could go with 2 packs a week, and because of the price increase in cigarettes I’ll only be able to afford a pack a week and that just wouldn't do.
Today I got stoned and I remembered some guy saying if you eat a whole pack of cigarettes it will make you quit. So I made a deal with Dan and Jimmy that for $15 I would eat 10 cigarettes. So I ate one and it was disgusting so I gave up. Dan gave me a dollar.
I get $20 a week lunch money but I don't spend my money in my bank anymore, because I did have $500 and I now have $108. My parents think I’ve spent about $80, so they think I have $420. I spent it all on drugs :( I'm on a thin line because I have had nothing else I could spend the money on apart from food. I never go out so I don't spend it on anything, my parents buy me beer, so if they find out I only have $108 what are they going to think I’ve spent it on?? So yeah. I don't take money out of my bank anymore. I’ve got no income apart from my lunch money (HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH). I would like to think I could save it to make up for the money I’ve spent, but I spend it on pot at school instead.
I don't think I could go to every class sober at school, I need some stoned lessons a week. Not sure if I'm seriously saying that or not...
Today is the first day I’ve stepped in Canadian dog shit. Or I guess it may have been raccoon shit or chipmunk or something, I don't know, but it was in the forest and I could smell it in English, I don't know if anyone else could. But yeah, I'm cool...
I’ve decided that I hate someone. I don't hate anyone but today I decided there is one person I hate. This girl called Patty in my math class. I'm gonna sound really mean here, I don't like being mean. But she must weigh like 700 pounds and she is the biggest loser in the world. She talks to me and I don't wanna be mean so I don't tell her to fuck off or whatever, I just hint that I don't like her by keeping convo to a minimum (e.g. - 'what did you do this weekend?’ to which I say 'nothing') that isn't a very good example because it's the truth, I didn't even see daylight this weekend. But, you get the idea. Anyway, this girl is so irritating, she sends me notes in math that I do not want. She’s the type of loser that knows she's not cool but doesn't accept the fact she's a loser. I like losers who losers, but interesting/cool. She’s just this stupid bitch. She’s also was telling me on msn (her brother gave her my address goddamn his soul!?!) how she tried to kill herself and all this shit about how she cuts herself PLEASE!? Just shut the fuck up, go whinge to someone else about your troubles, I do not give a shit. I could whinge all day 'oh I miss England, oh I hate Canada' but I don't so she can fuck right off.
Yeah, so it might be mean, but I don't care. The people who read this that know me know I'm not a mean person, but this is an exception. Maybe I feel I need to hate someone so I can focus my general negative feelings in life at something. Makes me feel better I guess some might say.
Final topic for today unless I think of something else is faceparty chat. I feel like such a nerd, and I love it I guess. I was in faceparty chat 28 hours this weekend. w00t w00t for me. I know all the links, all the people and all of it now. I enjoy faceparty chat immensely. I would rather have it as my real life than my real life. Chat is so good like that, in real life it's so much harder to interact with people than it is in chat. Call me an antisocial cunt but meh, who cares, I'm not good with people.
I just remembered something else I wanna talk about. I’ll get to it in a bit. Yeah, so I'm not good with people, I'm not a people person. I mean I am when I get to know you, or I am with the help of drugs. I think it's great, the last 2 months of living in England I must have made at least 30 new friends, good friends too. I shoulda starting going clubbing and taking drugs a lot earlier than I did. Anyway. Now I think it's the last topic.
Today I done my English 20 minute presentation on fyodor dostoyevsky. This is like, I guess, the equivalent to coursework in England, and we were given the assignment at the beginning of the year, like, 3 months ago or something. I finished reading the summary on Sunday, yesterday. I started on Saturday, the day before. I did all the work for it on Sunday. This included making a hand out, working out what I was going to say and making an overhead. For others they showed videos, even made their own videos, made posters and a whole lot of stuff. I just thought I could read of the handout I made and show my overhead and it would last 20 minutes. It lasted 5. However my teacher is probably the greatest teacher I’ve ever been taught by. So he helped me by asking lots of questions to make it last longer, so I got 10 minutes altogether.
Mr. Leeking is great, he's funny, he isn't at all strict, he is a good teacher, he buys us food (timbits - the whole in donuts) he is just a great teacher in every way basically.
Anyway, that's all for now, apparently I'm going to the mall with my mum and brother soon so I can pick out a UV light for Christmas. I'm still hoping to go to England for Christmas but things are looking bleak. It will be glorious if I do get to go to England, I swear it will be the best time of my life. Or whatever, I don't know. Anyway, I would explain the whole Christmas and possibly coming over, possibly not coming over, but I’ll do that another post, I have to go now.
peace homieZZZ, your loving Englishman, g-fresh. (aka graham)
Today I got stoned and I remembered some guy saying if you eat a whole pack of cigarettes it will make you quit. So I made a deal with Dan and Jimmy that for $15 I would eat 10 cigarettes. So I ate one and it was disgusting so I gave up. Dan gave me a dollar.
I get $20 a week lunch money but I don't spend my money in my bank anymore, because I did have $500 and I now have $108. My parents think I’ve spent about $80, so they think I have $420. I spent it all on drugs :( I'm on a thin line because I have had nothing else I could spend the money on apart from food. I never go out so I don't spend it on anything, my parents buy me beer, so if they find out I only have $108 what are they going to think I’ve spent it on?? So yeah. I don't take money out of my bank anymore. I’ve got no income apart from my lunch money (HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH). I would like to think I could save it to make up for the money I’ve spent, but I spend it on pot at school instead.
I don't think I could go to every class sober at school, I need some stoned lessons a week. Not sure if I'm seriously saying that or not...
Today is the first day I’ve stepped in Canadian dog shit. Or I guess it may have been raccoon shit or chipmunk or something, I don't know, but it was in the forest and I could smell it in English, I don't know if anyone else could. But yeah, I'm cool...
I’ve decided that I hate someone. I don't hate anyone but today I decided there is one person I hate. This girl called Patty in my math class. I'm gonna sound really mean here, I don't like being mean. But she must weigh like 700 pounds and she is the biggest loser in the world. She talks to me and I don't wanna be mean so I don't tell her to fuck off or whatever, I just hint that I don't like her by keeping convo to a minimum (e.g. - 'what did you do this weekend?’ to which I say 'nothing') that isn't a very good example because it's the truth, I didn't even see daylight this weekend. But, you get the idea. Anyway, this girl is so irritating, she sends me notes in math that I do not want. She’s the type of loser that knows she's not cool but doesn't accept the fact she's a loser. I like losers who losers, but interesting/cool. She’s just this stupid bitch. She’s also was telling me on msn (her brother gave her my address goddamn his soul!?!) how she tried to kill herself and all this shit about how she cuts herself PLEASE!? Just shut the fuck up, go whinge to someone else about your troubles, I do not give a shit. I could whinge all day 'oh I miss England, oh I hate Canada' but I don't so she can fuck right off.
Yeah, so it might be mean, but I don't care. The people who read this that know me know I'm not a mean person, but this is an exception. Maybe I feel I need to hate someone so I can focus my general negative feelings in life at something. Makes me feel better I guess some might say.
Final topic for today unless I think of something else is faceparty chat. I feel like such a nerd, and I love it I guess. I was in faceparty chat 28 hours this weekend. w00t w00t for me. I know all the links, all the people and all of it now. I enjoy faceparty chat immensely. I would rather have it as my real life than my real life. Chat is so good like that, in real life it's so much harder to interact with people than it is in chat. Call me an antisocial cunt but meh, who cares, I'm not good with people.
I just remembered something else I wanna talk about. I’ll get to it in a bit. Yeah, so I'm not good with people, I'm not a people person. I mean I am when I get to know you, or I am with the help of drugs. I think it's great, the last 2 months of living in England I must have made at least 30 new friends, good friends too. I shoulda starting going clubbing and taking drugs a lot earlier than I did. Anyway. Now I think it's the last topic.
Today I done my English 20 minute presentation on fyodor dostoyevsky. This is like, I guess, the equivalent to coursework in England, and we were given the assignment at the beginning of the year, like, 3 months ago or something. I finished reading the summary on Sunday, yesterday. I started on Saturday, the day before. I did all the work for it on Sunday. This included making a hand out, working out what I was going to say and making an overhead. For others they showed videos, even made their own videos, made posters and a whole lot of stuff. I just thought I could read of the handout I made and show my overhead and it would last 20 minutes. It lasted 5. However my teacher is probably the greatest teacher I’ve ever been taught by. So he helped me by asking lots of questions to make it last longer, so I got 10 minutes altogether.
Mr. Leeking is great, he's funny, he isn't at all strict, he is a good teacher, he buys us food (timbits - the whole in donuts) he is just a great teacher in every way basically.
Anyway, that's all for now, apparently I'm going to the mall with my mum and brother soon so I can pick out a UV light for Christmas. I'm still hoping to go to England for Christmas but things are looking bleak. It will be glorious if I do get to go to England, I swear it will be the best time of my life. Or whatever, I don't know. Anyway, I would explain the whole Christmas and possibly coming over, possibly not coming over, but I’ll do that another post, I have to go now.
peace homieZZZ, your loving Englishman, g-fresh. (aka graham)