vote, you ugly whore
this year will be the first year i can vote. so while going about getting registered, i came across this page, which i thought was interesting. It's a list of the parties of canada, registered and not. I knew there was a marijuana party, but i didn't know there were so many other ones.. i wonder what the Absolutely Absurd Party platform would have been?
a few party lawn signs have been put up in my neighbourhood. however, the only signs i've seen have been for the conservative party. last year this neighbourhood seemed close to, if not, pro-liberal. Another thing is that there is no official NDP candidate for our riding! does that mean you can't vote NDP if you wanted to? is it just because the NDP had lost party status? they had, right? i don't remember to be honest.. but no, that wouldn't make sense..
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so i haven't posted in a while. i know that a while ago back i had said that i was going to try to wean myself off ljs. and i guess it worked, but what really happened was that i started getting tired of thinking about things that were going on and i just wanted to vegetate for the few hours i had for myself.
i'm such a whiner. the last paragraph was mostly exaggeration. i started flying lessons again, and so far it's been going well. my dad's being what you'd expect from him, which is pretty frustrating and all around tiring. meanwhile, my mom and andrew are all over me to "do something", which is the same as packing up the house for moving. they're not talking about just my stuff, but everyone's stuff. which i can understand, but i can't think about it without getting angry and irritated. it seems like they feel the only way to get me to do something is to order me to do it. that is, they will tell me: "i'm ordering you to _____________ tomorrow." in a stern voice. the more they act as if we are on unequal levels, the lower the probability that i will do anything. it's immature, i know, but considering the amount of negative feelings i swallow back lately...
not that i'm justifying my immaturity or lack of cooperation. sometimes i actually do feel guilty or ashamed. i think i just need to be alone more often.
it's 2:47pm. i've cut the grass (the front lawn and a sixth of the backyard), wrote the names on two charts, and went for a jog. i visited hanna park to check it's present condition, and i was surprised to see that they redid the courts. they used to be all cracked up and weedy, but now they're brand new.. probably nicer than the raquet club's. noice!
i can't explain why, but i've been thinking a lot about the bra sale they have at la senza right now. or at least, back when i was at the mall with laurie and emma. i want to buy new things, but like laurie said, i have so many clothes that i never wear.
i've been driving a lot. it's still new enough to be fun but not new enough for me to drive safely. which is more fun!
how do my posts get so long so quickly?
beck's "devil's haircut" is playing. there's a part in that song right after they say "where it's at" and a succession of beeps go off. i always mistake those beeps for the beeps my microwave makes once something is done. ahh there they are again! this song makes me hungry..
i moved into my arnold house room in the hammer on sunday. i don't need to have things in there, but it's just so carly will get out of my room, already. sam and carly were there, as well as chris, sam's boyfriend. i've gotten to know sam's friends pretty well lately. carly had just come from a morning session swim meet in town. all the remaining varsity swimmers (who were swimming over the summer) were taking part. she started talking about walking out on deck and finding where the team was sitting in fine detail, which i thought was a little bizarre, but then again, carly is carly. sam mentions that "steph doesn't know about the little fiasco" and so carly gets even more giddy and excited. it turns out she just recently started going out with scott, another swimmer on our team. she updated me (by going day by day) on their relationship's progression. through the first tickle to the first cuddle to the first no-sex sleeping together to the first kiss to the first "what are we, then?" conversation. she said all the "we just talk all the time, we talk about everything, we talk so much!" and how she almost said she loved him but realized it was much too early (2 days? too early? pshaaw!).
it's her first boyfriend, and first everything, really. she kept exclaiming how happy she was to finally have a boyfriend. i have to admit, it was more funny and cute than annoying. she closed her hands in a fist and shook them over each shoulder. i couldn't help but laugh at that. although, after a while, i checked that she was happy because she was finally dating a good guy, not that she was finally dating. so all in all, good luck to them. i'm sure dating someone else on the swim team is going to be hard enough once swimming picks up again.
scott and carly are the two on the team who qualified for olympic trials. sam, chris, carly and i talked about how being fast makes you seem more attractive too. i had never thought about it before, but that's very true. probably for all sports. or all activities, come to think of it.
my sweat has dried to my skin. and it feels like dried pool water.
i haven't swam in a long time.
my calves hurt.
rosco just crapped on my shoulder.
i stepped on a staple while going to answer the phone.
the arbitration has finished. i'm positive that neither side will be satisfied, and that things are only going to get more tense.
it always seems like things are going to get more tense. and even when i thought things would calm down a little (when i'd go off to school), they actually did get more tense.
studying flying makes it seem inevitable that i'll have a near-death flying-related experience that i'll only get out of by sheer luck. i know i can pass my written and flight tests, but i'm too scared that even then, i won't know enough to get out of trouble.
krystian said that if i ever died because of flying, he'd feel unbelievably bad. not just because i'd be dead (which would be a terrible loss to anyone who ever had the good fortune to come in even brief contact with the glorious glory that is my presence) but because he gave me the final push to become a pilot. i can't say i could blame him. because i would blame him!
off to shower.
if i were less of a lazy ass, i would turn this journal into a picture journal. no more text posts, ever! oh well.
a few party lawn signs have been put up in my neighbourhood. however, the only signs i've seen have been for the conservative party. last year this neighbourhood seemed close to, if not, pro-liberal. Another thing is that there is no official NDP candidate for our riding! does that mean you can't vote NDP if you wanted to? is it just because the NDP had lost party status? they had, right? i don't remember to be honest.. but no, that wouldn't make sense..
...
so i haven't posted in a while. i know that a while ago back i had said that i was going to try to wean myself off ljs. and i guess it worked, but what really happened was that i started getting tired of thinking about things that were going on and i just wanted to vegetate for the few hours i had for myself.
i'm such a whiner. the last paragraph was mostly exaggeration. i started flying lessons again, and so far it's been going well. my dad's being what you'd expect from him, which is pretty frustrating and all around tiring. meanwhile, my mom and andrew are all over me to "do something", which is the same as packing up the house for moving. they're not talking about just my stuff, but everyone's stuff. which i can understand, but i can't think about it without getting angry and irritated. it seems like they feel the only way to get me to do something is to order me to do it. that is, they will tell me: "i'm ordering you to _____________ tomorrow." in a stern voice. the more they act as if we are on unequal levels, the lower the probability that i will do anything. it's immature, i know, but considering the amount of negative feelings i swallow back lately...
not that i'm justifying my immaturity or lack of cooperation. sometimes i actually do feel guilty or ashamed. i think i just need to be alone more often.
it's 2:47pm. i've cut the grass (the front lawn and a sixth of the backyard), wrote the names on two charts, and went for a jog. i visited hanna park to check it's present condition, and i was surprised to see that they redid the courts. they used to be all cracked up and weedy, but now they're brand new.. probably nicer than the raquet club's. noice!
i can't explain why, but i've been thinking a lot about the bra sale they have at la senza right now. or at least, back when i was at the mall with laurie and emma. i want to buy new things, but like laurie said, i have so many clothes that i never wear.
i've been driving a lot. it's still new enough to be fun but not new enough for me to drive safely. which is more fun!
how do my posts get so long so quickly?
beck's "devil's haircut" is playing. there's a part in that song right after they say "where it's at" and a succession of beeps go off. i always mistake those beeps for the beeps my microwave makes once something is done. ahh there they are again! this song makes me hungry..
i moved into my arnold house room in the hammer on sunday. i don't need to have things in there, but it's just so carly will get out of my room, already. sam and carly were there, as well as chris, sam's boyfriend. i've gotten to know sam's friends pretty well lately. carly had just come from a morning session swim meet in town. all the remaining varsity swimmers (who were swimming over the summer) were taking part. she started talking about walking out on deck and finding where the team was sitting in fine detail, which i thought was a little bizarre, but then again, carly is carly. sam mentions that "steph doesn't know about the little fiasco" and so carly gets even more giddy and excited. it turns out she just recently started going out with scott, another swimmer on our team. she updated me (by going day by day) on their relationship's progression. through the first tickle to the first cuddle to the first no-sex sleeping together to the first kiss to the first "what are we, then?" conversation. she said all the "we just talk all the time, we talk about everything, we talk so much!" and how she almost said she loved him but realized it was much too early (2 days? too early? pshaaw!).
it's her first boyfriend, and first everything, really. she kept exclaiming how happy she was to finally have a boyfriend. i have to admit, it was more funny and cute than annoying. she closed her hands in a fist and shook them over each shoulder. i couldn't help but laugh at that. although, after a while, i checked that she was happy because she was finally dating a good guy, not that she was finally dating. so all in all, good luck to them. i'm sure dating someone else on the swim team is going to be hard enough once swimming picks up again.
scott and carly are the two on the team who qualified for olympic trials. sam, chris, carly and i talked about how being fast makes you seem more attractive too. i had never thought about it before, but that's very true. probably for all sports. or all activities, come to think of it.
my sweat has dried to my skin. and it feels like dried pool water.
i haven't swam in a long time.
my calves hurt.
rosco just crapped on my shoulder.
i stepped on a staple while going to answer the phone.
the arbitration has finished. i'm positive that neither side will be satisfied, and that things are only going to get more tense.
it always seems like things are going to get more tense. and even when i thought things would calm down a little (when i'd go off to school), they actually did get more tense.
studying flying makes it seem inevitable that i'll have a near-death flying-related experience that i'll only get out of by sheer luck. i know i can pass my written and flight tests, but i'm too scared that even then, i won't know enough to get out of trouble.
krystian said that if i ever died because of flying, he'd feel unbelievably bad. not just because i'd be dead (which would be a terrible loss to anyone who ever had the good fortune to come in even brief contact with the glorious glory that is my presence) but because he gave me the final push to become a pilot. i can't say i could blame him. because i would blame him!
off to shower.
if i were less of a lazy ass, i would turn this journal into a picture journal. no more text posts, ever! oh well.