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To think that the last time I had a public post here was right after my birthday is, quite frankly, sad. I mean really, who knows how many times I've killed, and restarted this journal? I sure as hell don't. Well times, they are a changing. Hopefully this attempt at keeping a journal will be a success. But what should I write about? Should I write about the trivalties of my so-called life? Or should I be insightful, and write about how I preceive life? Should I write about current events, politics, and gossip? Or should I write random opinions and thoughts?
How about all of the above? Or is that a tad too ambitious? I think the easiest way to write this is just write about whatever comes, be it stupid, trivial, or insightful. Besides, who in the whole of cyber-space would give a shit about what I have to write?
Today marks the 5th anniversary since the tragic 9/11 of 2001. Today people pause to remember what happened. Remember those who lost their lives. And Cherish those around us. Now I have to ask myself: What does this day mean to me? Does it cause me to break down into tears at the thought of all the people lost? Or does it seem like any other September 11? Today at football Coach Capser said 'To me September 11th comes every year.' Now what does that mean? At first it seemed to me that he was being Brutally honest in his opinion. He seemed so rational that it borderlined apathy and cold-heartedness. In all seriousness and with very few words, Coach Casper summed up a large number of peoples opinions. What does this day mean to me? I really don't know. Not a bit. Micaela and I spent a few minutes talking about how we found out about the attacks on the World Trade Towers. We reminisced about how we found out, our emotions, and actions. But what does this reminiscing bring us? Nothing, really, except for our newfound sense of being. People really do change. I sure as hell know I have.
I started class at 7:30am, and let me tell you Early Morning classes are a bitch. Honestly now, who in their right minds would want to come to school an Hour early to discuss Kant and Mathematics? Well, smart IB people probably would; but then again I'm not really the smart, IB-type. I'm just in IB because I chose to be. (which clearly shows that I am a Nerd)
So Slosh. Let's just say that was an... interesting night. Acutally, for me, it was pretty fucking bunk. I went and got Sarah at about 930, and then ended driving all the way out to Wilcox (44km from Regina) and back before I Finally made it to Mariahs. Sarah had about half her mickey by the time it was 1030, and was effing hammered. No wonder she thought I was annoying at Year End. I was about to shoot so many people there. I think I was jealous that I wasn't drunk. Soberity is NOT my forte.
So do you guys want to know the first thing that comes out of Ajaccia's (orange-skinned, butt ugly, badly dressed, whore's) mouth?
Here it comes. Oh My God. The Lesbian's here! I honestly think she should stop having that goat ass rape her. I Swear Ajaccia has got to be the only person I honestly loathe. Does she really have to be such a bitch? I really don't know what I could have done to make her be such a bitch to me... but then again she is a bitch to everyone. I think its because she doesn't have any real friends. Oh, so she is throwing this 'Pornography' party this saturday, and basically everyone is invited. The girls think its disgusting and demeaning, and the guys are all in for it. I wouldn't go if she handed out platinum cards, its just disgusting. Just knowing that it is at Ajaccia's makes me feel like hurling.
I love how Meagan Kimmie never comes to football anymore, and yet still makes it out like she is the head trainer or something. I don't think I've spent more than an hour or two with her this year, and she has still managed to get on my bad side. Anyways, its basically just me now, but that is fine because the taping is far and few, and there haven't been any majorly bad injuries (well, while I'm there). I left early today because the boys were practicing late to get Mickey D's with Micaela. When I got back Mitch Jones told me he hurt his knee right after I left. So Basically I owe him Mickey D's tomorrow.
Thats all for now. Homework and other random shit to come.
How about all of the above? Or is that a tad too ambitious? I think the easiest way to write this is just write about whatever comes, be it stupid, trivial, or insightful. Besides, who in the whole of cyber-space would give a shit about what I have to write?
Today marks the 5th anniversary since the tragic 9/11 of 2001. Today people pause to remember what happened. Remember those who lost their lives. And Cherish those around us. Now I have to ask myself: What does this day mean to me? Does it cause me to break down into tears at the thought of all the people lost? Or does it seem like any other September 11? Today at football Coach Capser said 'To me September 11th comes every year.' Now what does that mean? At first it seemed to me that he was being Brutally honest in his opinion. He seemed so rational that it borderlined apathy and cold-heartedness. In all seriousness and with very few words, Coach Casper summed up a large number of peoples opinions. What does this day mean to me? I really don't know. Not a bit. Micaela and I spent a few minutes talking about how we found out about the attacks on the World Trade Towers. We reminisced about how we found out, our emotions, and actions. But what does this reminiscing bring us? Nothing, really, except for our newfound sense of being. People really do change. I sure as hell know I have.
I started class at 7:30am, and let me tell you Early Morning classes are a bitch. Honestly now, who in their right minds would want to come to school an Hour early to discuss Kant and Mathematics? Well, smart IB people probably would; but then again I'm not really the smart, IB-type. I'm just in IB because I chose to be. (which clearly shows that I am a Nerd)
So Slosh. Let's just say that was an... interesting night. Acutally, for me, it was pretty fucking bunk. I went and got Sarah at about 930, and then ended driving all the way out to Wilcox (44km from Regina) and back before I Finally made it to Mariahs. Sarah had about half her mickey by the time it was 1030, and was effing hammered. No wonder she thought I was annoying at Year End. I was about to shoot so many people there. I think I was jealous that I wasn't drunk. Soberity is NOT my forte.
So do you guys want to know the first thing that comes out of Ajaccia's (orange-skinned, butt ugly, badly dressed, whore's) mouth?
Here it comes. Oh My God. The Lesbian's here! I honestly think she should stop having that goat ass rape her. I Swear Ajaccia has got to be the only person I honestly loathe. Does she really have to be such a bitch? I really don't know what I could have done to make her be such a bitch to me... but then again she is a bitch to everyone. I think its because she doesn't have any real friends. Oh, so she is throwing this 'Pornography' party this saturday, and basically everyone is invited. The girls think its disgusting and demeaning, and the guys are all in for it. I wouldn't go if she handed out platinum cards, its just disgusting. Just knowing that it is at Ajaccia's makes me feel like hurling.
I love how Meagan Kimmie never comes to football anymore, and yet still makes it out like she is the head trainer or something. I don't think I've spent more than an hour or two with her this year, and she has still managed to get on my bad side. Anyways, its basically just me now, but that is fine because the taping is far and few, and there haven't been any majorly bad injuries (well, while I'm there). I left early today because the boys were practicing late to get Mickey D's with Micaela. When I got back Mitch Jones told me he hurt his knee right after I left. So Basically I owe him Mickey D's tomorrow.
Thats all for now. Homework and other random shit to come.