Ok so the world is shit and i dont fucking care anymore.

What fashionable underground band/style are you?

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if only i understood what the fuck this meant...





what fine purveyour of alternative lady illustrations are you?

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Once again. Maybe i would care if this made any sense...



Find Your Warped Personality


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ok so... after taking these quizzes i realize that jeff and i are alike... or we just answer things the same way on quizzes. crazy...

hmm... Lets see, it makes me happy that i have met, shook hands, got the autograph and a picture WITH Brendas mom. for those of you who dont know wtf im talking about you might as well be six feet under. heh.

I have found a new friendship. It has not replaced any others becuase that is not possible. It is just new. And i love it. Boxes get opened like at christmas time and sometimes theyre fun and great to recieve and other times are, well, not so happy. None the less a friendship is building and i am so god damn happy to have this release. Something constructive to concentrate my energy on. yay. I think you should also know that you really broke through a box by using my metaphor. It was different, in that, most people say the same thing the same way and after awhile it becomes redundant. Creativity is the way to my heart. and using my creativity to get to me was brilliant. So so so happy. Thank you.

I kinda like blogging so no one knows what im talking about. I shall try and do it more often. I also find it funny that ill just be writing... do do do, then all of the sudden im tlaking about what i ACTUALLY want to say. Not just meaningless shit. I cant, at the time, understand why i start talking about something else, but i just go with it cuz it has occured to me that i need to talk about whatever the subject may be. And well, this is my blog and all that matters is that i understand it. yes...
that being said. I am gone...
jiggy *POOF*

so... you are reading the blog of a sexident of drama society and of beer group. Thats right. Out of all the leaders in beer group, i am the president of all of them. I dunno if that scares you a little, but it scares me. I, Jaryd Winslow, am the president of the leaders of tomorrow. interesting. I beat out other people. Both were excellent candidates and i thought it would have been one of them. This is kinda weird. Maybe.. Its all just a joke until i think about the last time. And how i would have changed it. Made it better. Stopped running for a second and took some time to take it all in. take you in. I need to stop more often. Im missing the good stuff. The stuff that is forgotten when we blink. The memories that could be our favourites if only we didnt blink.

I win. My secret goal to get myself blocked tonite has been acheived!! YAY for achieveing your goals. It was fun, i think you took it a lil too personal. Sorry about that.
hehe.. best conversation ive had in a while. Mind you, most of my conversations this weekend have been to dishes... hmm...
on that note, good nite!

www.petitiononline.com/mrphelps/petition.html


what would people do without their hate?

"But, the monument will be no memorial. Phelps says the monument would be 5 to 6 feet tall and made of marble or granite. It would bear a bronze plaque bearing the image of Shepard and have an inscription reading "MATTHEW SHEPARD, Entered Hell October 12, 1998, in Defiance of God's Warning: 'Thou shalt not lie with mankind as with womankind; it is abomination.' Leviticus 18:22." "

Why doesnt it just say, You cant fuck a man like a woman does. simple. grr, religion only causes problems. Go to the site and read what this freek has to say.

:: how jedi are you? ::



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Best quiz ever only for this fact "get out of my face, god, before i lay some holy smackdown on you." oh my... im going to hell...

Ok so im about to blog about my job... this will be fun...

Ode to the BP's Customer...
To the cheese lovers. I loathe you. You pizza loving, baked with cheese, nacho fuckers...
To the dip requesting none finishers, fuck you.
To the salad bar eaters. Finish all of the god damn salad. I have a white mystery stain on my pants that i pray to god is ranch dressing. Ranch dressing that you NEGLECTED to finish! fuck off.
There is also a huge sticky section on my pants... Now. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT IS OR HOW IT GOT THERE... its not happy. I assume it was from one of you lazy bastards who eat out so that you dont have to do the dishes. Do you not realize that SOMEONE IS DOING THEM FOR YOU?! in short... Fuck you you fucking fucks.


Ahhh... i like my job. It fun. I realized on friday nite, about 4 hours into my shift, that all of the people i work with are male. Fun... Fun... Fun... :D:D:D:D they are all super nice too... Definatly sum cute ones as well. I enjoy working with the kitchen staff, for example... I was sitting with a few people and this chick said something that made her want to knock on wood, but there was no wood, so she said "fake wood real wood, doesnt matter" then a guy replied with "if it looks like wood, its good" MAJOR QUOTES... good times.

Working pretty much alone is kinda fun. I get to be alone with my thoughts. I dunno if thats the best thing, but i get to think about things and then say to myself "im gonna blog about that".

So... I realized, while washing dishes, that i have been in many "pits" in my life. In the past 3 years I have been in the "smoke pit" the "drama pit" and now... the "dish pit". This got me thinking. Why the hell is everything refered to as a "pit". some denotations of this word are, a hole in the ground, an abyss, hell, an enclosed area in which animals are kept or made to fight and others, but you get my point. Why would anyone want to attach "pit" after the name of a place where they, forthemost part, enjoy themselves. Also, is that all life is? Going from pit to pit, hell to hell, until finally you die and you're actually in hell (if it exists). Whats up with that. I propose we make a happier word to follow our hang outs/jobs of choice. perhaps rainbow or lint... even better hehe... i dont wanna say it. I have avoided it all blog. so i wont. You all know me well enough to know what word im thinking of anyway. I dont even have to say it, it is just assumed that every entry has it in it. hehe..

Anyway...
I am so freeking Jealous. grrr for you and your brother.

lets see, what else can i add. Im kinda glad i pretty much spent the weekend by myself. OH! I found out last nite, well, at about 3 am this morning that my lil comment to my (very hot and sweet) supervisor had no negitive effect what so ever in my interview. Apparently i remind him of a very good friend. Which is cool. :) I get to wear this awesome chef jacket as well. It buttons up on the side... hehe... easily amused!!!

I should be way more tired than i am...

ttfn, Jaryd

So... very... sleepy... must... go... to... work...

I have something to blog about but i dont have the time right now... It is entitled "Ode to the BP's Customer"... perhaps if i am still alive after my third shift in a row i will blog. If not... see you tomorrow... :S

Tristan... Ben's phone number is 226-8852
I dont feel bad for posting it cuz... well... Its in his msn name... I dont think his computer is working, but his email is.... shyguy864@hotmail.com

yes... bye bye then.
Oh! If any of you are awake around 330 am on friday or saturday... feel free to call me because, i am awake.
ttfn, Jaryd

They dont call it social studies for nothing...

The flow of emotions is in a recession. Everyone has paniced and they are hoarding them, thinking that this decision will stop the inevitable outcome of a great depression. When, in reality, hiding what we're feeling does the exact opposite. It causes our whole body to stop functioning properly. Not letting our emotions flow forces us to withdraw from the world we have created. We push away the people we want near and almost kill the people who want us near. We retreat into a box. Separate from reality. We then proceed to make more boxes within the original box. They vary in sizes and thickness. They are meant to keep people out, but, inevitably, we let one person in and then another, until everyone is inside that first box and there is no way in hell they are going to leave and forget about it. They are inside and believe that that is the end to the boxes and that they have reached you. Then they look around and realize the box that was opened contains hundreds of boxes - and boxes within boxes. They then make it their mission in life to open the rest of them. What they dont realize is that maybe these boxes where not made to be opened. And maybe they wont like whats in them. That is the fear of the box creator. To have themselves be opened like a box. They dont want people to see whats inside of it, for fear of their reaction. The box receivers either like a present or they dont. Just look at the reaction on their faces.

I wrote that yesterday... Kinda wanted to post something that was different from my lastest entries of how my day was, cock and meaningless parties.

I got the job at BP's... I guess my little Jaryd moment wasnt such a bad thing. That makes me happy, cuz now... Ill get to hang out with that cute boy...hehe. Anyway, many of you shall rarely see me now except for school and other school related events. My weekends will contain working from whenever to 3 am then sleeping the next day away until i have to do it again that evening. Im actually looking forward to it. It will aid in my attitude of i hate everything and leave me the fuck alone. Sometimes i think its all good, then its not... then it is, then its not. I wish i only felt one way. Up or down. I hate the change in direction whenever my emotions wanna have a field hour before deciding on which direction i get to feel. Or not feel. Or pretend to feel. Or pretend not to feel. Good times. Not really.

I also have one other thing to add. It is wrong for me to want to keep all of my groups of friends separated from each other. Cuz it seems to me that everytime i mix them up a bit, I get fucked over. (this is not in reference to you, AM spanky) Seriously, i dont understand how someone can give me advice in one situation and tell me how they would feel if they were me and then go and do the exact same thing and tell me that i should be happy. Well fuck happy, its overrated.


I have a lot of anger pent up. I must release it on someone. It will most likely be myself. :)

ttfn, Jaryd

wait... the boxes are coming

My day full of theatery goodness...
I am exhausted. I went from english to Virginia woolfe (good, but a lil long. I met "Martha" as well. I was sitting outside and so i introduced myself.) to my theatre class (monologues... good times.) to paranoia(quite interesting. Funny and freaky. My favourite part was the dance to "Thriller").
Geez... There has been too much reference to feet today. 1. Virginia woolf had foot on leg action. 2. my character for my monologue is feeling that guys do gross creepy things all the time and the example Dan used was in reference to clipping their toenails on the bed. 3. Paranoia was a play about fears (obviously) and guess which fear they mentioned... mmmhmm feet... grr. 4. I told Tara about how i hate feet, then, she decided to tell me about her feet. I was like HELLO!! I JUST TOLD YOU I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT FEET! I HATE THEM! FEET ARE FEET! silly people. hmmm... what else... One of the guys from my theatre class wants to come to Rocky Horror With us... good times. Oh, i wrote something today that i like. Most of the stuff I write is like, ya everyone else could have written something exactly like that. I dunno...
Kelsey i better get to find out wtf this so called present is. I hate being in the dark. It better not have anything to do with feet. So help me god ill freak out. And i mean a freak out that none of you have seen. Oh ya, feelin' crazy! That reminds me, i got alot of quotes from the 2 plays today. Maybe ill post some of them later. I remember one from Paranoia. It was, nothing bad happens to crazy people and thats because people are afraid of them. Maybe it was a, ya had to be there moment. At any rate i shall attempt the art of sleep. I should really master that one. It could be useful. Meh, in the words of Em and Tyler, Ill sleep when i die.
ttfn, Jaryd
Ps. I just said that it was "kinda long, but great" to Jeff... in reference to Virginia Woolfe of course!

ok wow... I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY Hate to admit this... But i must blog about it so i must admit to this harsh fate. Tristan, successfully, cussed me out. I know, it is hard to believe. and FTR i know that "black" is not a language... but dammit i wish it was... then i could speak and write TWO! that would be sweet. Yes. Sometimes i wish i could cry about sad things. But nothing seems to be worth it. I mean, i read something tonite that was sad, and i wanted to cry, but i physically couldnt. Its not just that one thing either. I seriously cant cry anymore. I can be depressed, but not cry. It is nice to be wanted though...
Ttfn,
The pimpette,
Jaryd
PS. Do not take your anger out on me.

ok... wow. A funny interview. First off, i met a very cute server. Then my interview which included the following.
Q: What kind of car do you drive?
A: 84 Lincoln Town car
Response from Q: Pimpin' it up (seriously, thats what he said, in my head i said Fuckin' rights) I used to have a car, then my gf smashed it up. (this was my only real "Jaryd moment of the nite cuz i responded with) "Ouch! How many of her gf's did u sleep with?" (probably not the best response on my part, but i thought it was funny) he responded with, It seems like youve been working here for months. So either ill fit right in or i should have waited a few months before saying that. lol.
Umm... lets see... I got to sing happy birthday to my questioner... fun times... lol
After the interview cute server boy was very interested in how it went... hehe... yay.
Anyway. THE CAR IS FIXED! and by fixed i mean runs. It still has a couple of little things that need fixin, but they should be good early next week, which means, that everyday in november... i get to drive... to school and anywhere else i need to go! YAY. EM WE GET TO PIMP IT UP EVERY FRICKEN DAY!... i have to pay for my own gas though...
AH HA! after re-reading past blog entries and realizing that Jeff is now IN drama society... I GET TO PUT HIS QUESTION IN THE BOOK!! YAY!...
hmm... what else to say... Tristan is a little girl... yes. That is all.
ttfn, Jaryd

Power Rangers Movie!


What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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HAHAHA! Jeff!! We're in the same movie!!! I GET TO BE PINK!... hehe...
Im off to my interview now...:S
ttfn, Jaryd

I... am... the... best ... sepller... in... the... world...
2 of my issues seemed almost invisible today... I was happy because i know they will just resurface tomorrow. I am tempted to use effusive euphemisms to express my emotions, but i know that is low and like so many people i know and do not want to be like. I will refrain. I was quite surprised at my involvement in English class today. I had many opinions about "the Circle Game" by Joni Mitchell (thats the version we listened to today) It was quite good. There is a lot of extended metaphors. Its a good kind of discussion starting song. Is it positive or negitive? What do certain Images Represent? good times. I believe i shall thank one person for this, my active class involvement i mean. **side note** I talked to you last nite on the phone and you helped me out so much. I write emotions better than i speak them, so, you know who you are. Thank You. And also, Im sorry. Looking back I recall having many words flow out of my mouth in a short amount of time without really thinking about them. So sorry if i offended you, although, I am quite certain if anyone was close to being offended, it was me.**side note** I would also like to apoligize to the rest of you for blogging only for one person. Wow. I am full of apoligies. I will not get into them. There are too many. I almost cried in english today. This morning, I woke up, and said, i havent listened to Garth Brooks in a while. So i popped the cd in my circular plastic and metal device and went on my way. So fast forward to english. Doo doo doo... fun times... then one of my favourite songs in the world plays through my small round devices that attach to my ears and the circular plastic device. I realized as i listened to it that i could relate a relationship i had. And now that i think about it, i can relate it to every single relationship i have ever had. Romantic or not. And then i started to think. Which isnt good because the end result of me thinking is negitive. Ok... i think im going to die of laughter... I just did a search for cack on the net...LOL CACK ON THE NET! nm... not that i do random searches for body parts on the net, it was from a conversation. ANYWAY! The top ten "CACK" sites!!!
1. some guy has his log on name as CACK for sum game site
2. Subject line : That review made me CACK my pants ( i am soooo saying that now)
3. Rob: eat CACK.
4. Subject line: Ramblings and CACK
5.THE WORLD ON YOUR STAGE
... Rup Tung CACK is a showcase for the beautiful traditional forms of music that have existed in Vietnam for centuries. ...
6. www.angelfire.com/yt/cack/main.html. March 22, 2002 OCF Protest
7. $34.95. Cack Pipes.
8. We are performing pretty CACK at the moment to say the least (pretty... right)
9. "Bome CACK! Bome CACK!!
10. cack-handed
I am being called to go to bed... And queer as folk is on...
And Jeff... I am so freeking happy!!!!
ttfn, Jaryd

First. The party. Honestly, I really wanted it to be more fun than it was... I had fun before i got there, with Anthony, Jason, Renee and Jeff... Jeff is so awesome! Then we got to Lindz's and waited. Bowling can never be bad times, so yay for bowling. ESPECIALLY Glow in the dark bowling. Good times. There was a lot of happy ass/boob grabbing, that was fun. Then, the shit hit the fan. Have you guys ever noticed, while at a party, that everything seems to be going well and "everyone is having fun", when all of the sudden, WHAM!!! a huge cloud of ass comes along and shits on a few peoples nite. Then its like the shit is infectious and before you know it, EVERYONE is crabby and unhappy. That sucks. Anyway. That was the party. It wasnt horrible, and wasnt great, it was an ok party i shall say.
Second. Why do my parents insist on keeping vital information from me. They think it is for my own good, when really, it only makes me feel worse because its after the fact. Im sorry, but i dont care if they think Im not in a good emotional place right now. I deserve to know when one of the most crucial people in my life is going in for surgery for cancer. You see, I have a system. A set of steps I have to go through to stay sane in situations like that. They fucked with the system and then expect me not to flip out. Its like im talking to children.
Thirdly. Out of curiousity, i came up with 12 drama society relationships, or closley related to drama society relationships they are just fucked up. I am attempting to fix all of them. Because im the momma... and it is my life.
Forth. I have a job interview. YAY. Less time at home = happy Jaryd. Hopefully i get it.
Fifth. Im really glad ive been spending so much time with Renee. We are slowly gaining back our best friend status. And the memories are great! For example, this evening, we went crusing in the east side. At which point a couple of hotties pulled up beside us and so i raced away and showed them my cock was bigger than theirs. THEN, they caught up to us and honked at us, so... i kinda followed them... then they turned into a cul de sac and i kept going and as i was turning around, they came racing around the corner... Then They followed us! it was so fucking funny. good times.
Sixth. I have decided i need to distance myself from a few select individuals. Im going to see what kind of effect they really have on my life. If any.
Seventh. A Walk To Remember is NOT... NOT a crappy movie.
Eight. ttfn, Jaryd...
Nine. PS The stamps game sucked so much ass, i left early. So shitty.
Ten. If you type in www.universityofvictoria.com... it goes to an abortion site... not really sure what this means... but i thought it was worth saying for some reason. Now that i have typed it, i realize its not that interesting...hmm...

So... my evening... lets see... I was supposed to watch movies with kels. Instead I spent the evening with renee for a couple of hours. We reminced about many times, including the time I crashed my ex friends birthday party cuz she was a bitch. Can i help it if everyone agreed with me? (im not that mean, if you want to know the details feel free to ask.) and then i sat in Kels' house, alone, with a key and a cosmo. I suppose i deserved it. After all, i am a shitty friend these days. Rightio. and now... I am talking to a little boy from my special projects class who asked me for my email. Crazy breakdancing kid... blah...
OH! I also got hypnotized today, which is always good times. Who wouldnt want their subconcious controlled by someone else...? I actually quite enjoy it. A release.
Also, i need your help. Please dont let me hang around with smokers... I ruined what could have been 6 whole days... fuck... guess i shall start again tomorrow... at one... fuck... It also probably doesnt help that Renee told me my life was too fucked up for me not to smoke...lol, kinda funny, but mostly sad.
On a funny note, my lovely friend Jeff asked me the dumbest question today in complete seriousness... "Is the sponge real, or did Seinfeld just make it up." This boy should not have slept through CALM last year and if he was in drama society i would be so freeking happy cuz then maybe he could win the award that is seemingly going to be mine. boo
Ok gonna break out into complete girl here. I am leaving to go cut my nails. I have to. Because I cannot fret with them... bye bye...
ttfn, Jiggy

My Phase is Olbos



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I am so clever! See I got this email. About this great card trick guy. It said that i could pick a card, think about it for twenty seconds, then click a button and it would magically disappear. BUT! I AM CLEAVER! so i figured it out. They just take one card away and change the rest of the suits!! HA! I win... I hope to leave to go to kelseys... You should come. I wanna get out of here anyway...
That is all for now, and I am done blogging so i will post this now so it doesnt look like i have ADD as bad...
ttfn, Jigs

hmmm... what to say, what to say. I wish to have a happy conversation with someone, but all I seem to be getting is a chicken in a thong and aliens. Not really happy. Art is happy. Kinda talking about art. Hmmm... I am most deifinatly rambling and you, fellow bloggers, are reading my rambling. I have a question. But it has no answer so i shall not ask it. It will only cause you the same frustrating feeling as it is causing me. If only i knew what this question was. Perhaps I could spend my life trying to answer it. But i dont know and thusly am constantly confused. Lint is happy. Yay. Male Lactating is also happy... I am now officially smiling and my mission to have a happy conversation about something meaningless has been accomplished. So freeking happy now! YES! Kelsey and I are on a mission to find out what male breast milk tastes like... HAHAHA yay... anyway... i think i shall be going.
Everyone who i was talking to has left me, for Survivor as it were. First season = YAY. The rest = Nay... Anyway. I went to marvelous party. Well, not actually. More like a marvelous coffee shop. And you know how Anthony K is well spoken and doesnt normally trip up on his words? Ya, well, I caught him twice today. We were playing tag team monopoly (good times) and well, Anthony and I kinda lost. So to turn it around we said that we won with more love and that money and possesions didnt matter to us. And thusly he said "When we die We'll have people crying at our wedding." Of course he meant funeral. And it works out well, actually, because he is dieing, and so am i. So if we got married, we probably would die that day and people would cry. Cuz well, its anthony! And another one!!! We were talking about our "NAP Party" (NOT to be confused with a "PAP Party"... god im stupid.) and Anthony said "drunk endorsed"... wtf...then I remembered something and responded with, Or ALCOHOL INDUCED! it was quite amusing. And it made me smile. yay. Now i am all of the sudden kinda sad, and i certainly do not want to bog you down with it. BOG! i wanna go see the bog people at the glenbow. Anthony has ditched me off for the hot coffee shop girl (grr) and now i have no one to go with... SOMEONE GO WITH ME! come on!! THEY ARE PRESERVED DEAD PEOPLE! that is so cool! bah.
Lastly, I love you em. I miss you. We need some time together. And I have converted you to the "dark side" which makes me happy. Its dshiznat! booyaw babygurl...
also... dont call me baby gurl... (i really have to stop saying things in my blog, to people who dont read it).
Wow... So it has taken me hours to write this blog. Only because i am attempting to cut down in the amount of daily entries... So i write, and i dont post, i wait... til something else comes up that i wish to say. And now, I have something to say. I was randomly searching for something important in my room, which is a rather impossible task. Anyway, in my searches i came acrossed a picture. A rather old picture, a year and a bit. And it occured to me that this was the past. And while it shapes who i am now, it has no other significance and i have to move on. I hold on tight to memories that are relative. They are here and there, at once. They have a question and an answer together. They are black and white in one (this does not mean grey). and i know i will never know the difference and no one can help me figure out which is which. I dont know if any of you understand what i just wrote, but it is my blog and i had to say it. Even if none of you can relate. I think that sometimes we strive too much for that, people to relate to. We put so much emphasis on similarities that we forget how beautiful the differences are. Fuck. I have so much i want to say, but i just cant convince myself that its all worth saying. I wanted to post a song tonite. Then i remebered that it would be better if i didnt (and id get too much grief). The songs I listen to intensify whatever mood i happen to be in and i dont really want to do that right now. Mind you, im probably just going to go listen too it over and over in my room anyway. Wow. Kelsey now officially has her own blog. Yesterdays entry did not include my name. It is now hers and no longer a biography of our time together. :) Im happy for ya kels! and a lil sad...
I really think im gonna have to go now... the blog is long enough and i am no longer in the mood to have any sort of contact with anyone. Kels, im probably not gonna call ya tonite... sorry.
ttfn, Jaryd
PS. This blog really makes me sound like i have ADD... oh well, i dont care

Hint hint... I brought your cd player without even reading that...yay
AND SUPER YAY for turning cut like a jewish penis into something even more racist. LMAO... that is all... all the people in the world get jokes made about them... its not being racist its just funny!
nite...
Jaryd

Top things to report today...
1. Nail her with a thicker nail. Junk mail = Fun
2. Social Democrats indulging themselves in one last orgy. Social studies text quote of the day.
3. 4/4. Today was quite easy
4. ohhh its ok... i m really sorry that life is going so shitty..but really you are not the person to let that get you down..you are always a happy person and you make ppl happy... WELL YOU ARE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO SNAP OUTTA IT JAREBEAR....CUZ THE WORLD DEPENDS ON YOU!!!!... A concerned friend that i dont even see.
5. Many compliments today, and not the normal everyday "Your Hot!" 's... more than that.
6. I have a 'significant other'... and by that i mean, a freeky boy in my theatre class that thinks just because we were partnered together today that makes us a couple. Crazy Jim carrey in dumb and dumber look alike. LOL
7. Theres nothing wrong with the transmission in the car except for a 60 cent link that fell off. And i yelled at Jolene for wanting to sell it... Crazy Bitch.
8. I GET THE CAR THIS WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!
9. I GET THE CAR THIS WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!
10. YAY.
ttfn, Jaryd

~I went to run in the rain tonite. I did so, just to be reprimanded for it. My only thought was, Fuck you. If i wanna run in the rain because it makes me happy then i will run in the damn rain. All i want is to feel every individual droplet fall on my skin. It is soothing and I dont give a shit if it makes me sick because i already am. Do not deny me my one indulgence that is free.
~3/3... The third day is always the worst. I got through it, Yay for me.
~Also, you hid it on me, but i found it, and you will have it tomorrow.
~And Fuck off. I hate you :)
~My fav quote from my social textbook "Well endowed in natural resources" YES
~It has been defined... that is that. and it must stay as such... yes... thanks
~I hope you feel better soon Em!!!! I HEART YOU!!! And Jolene is getting the hot mobile fixed!!! I AM SO FREAKING HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~Goodnite
ttfn, Jaryd

oh yes.. 2/2

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Yes... definatly need to stop doing that... It takes too long...
ON ANOTHER NOTE.... i read something super just now and i am putting it in my blog, it is one interpretation of one of my favouritist songs and i found it intriguing...
"Ok...Heres my take on 3 Libras.
3 Libras, meaning the 3 books of Life. Past, present, future. The past dealing with woman she used to be who is now the wounded fallen angel. It seems like he's dealing with a woman who obviously has been with alot of men since he was with her. (a name in your recollection down among the millions). After seeing her again he finds that shes been with so many men that she can't even remember him. He remembers her well, but shes oblivious to him because of having had so many after him. What he finds is that theres nothing left of who or what he was to her in the past (apparently nothing at all). Just my take. Metaphorically...Three books of life forming a perfect circle. I love the song." -----Astranna
While this is interesting, my take on the song is, You love someone, but you are just another number to them. They used you... And it hurts like a mother Fucker... Thats all, thats the whole song... anyway, goodtimes... not really, but i shall say that anyway. Also, To someone who doesnt read my blog.... DONT CALL ME BABE OR SAY YOU LOVE ME YOU FUCKING FUCK...
that being said, i am going...
ttfn, Jaryd

MARCH: Attractive personality. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.

I did have something important to talk about... But now that i am here i cant seem to remember what it was. At any rate, I wish to talk about alcoholism. Lets pretend that Its a holiday dinner day. Now there is a woman, who is physically disabled, she lives with her daughter and her sister in law. Now this woman has been up since 10 trying to get a fancy dinner prepared. She wakes up her daughter to help. She wakes up her sister in law to help. Reluctantly, the daughter proceeds upstairs to help out. An hour passes, and the daughter notices the sister in law is still in bed. Hmm.. she thinks that maybe she is just catching up on some sleep she hasnt been getting. Another hour passes, the tension is beginning to rise as it always does for holiday dinners and still, the sister in law is still in bed. This is odd. The daughter recalls getting permission to have a beer the nite before, then notices that there are 3 in the fridge. She glances outside and realizes that there is a 12 bottle box on the deck. Ok she thinks, they drank 8 beers last nite, thats 4 each, thats otay. The mom and daughter continue to make dinner and about half an hour before it is ready the sister in law rises from her firey tomb complaining that she doesnt feel well. This is when the mother snaps back, maybe you shouldnt have had 7 beers last nite. Hmm... the daughter thinks to herself that maybe 7 beers is not really acceptable the day before a big dinner when help is needed. Then the sister in law goes back to sleep. In half an hour she wakes again, only to say how sorry she is that she did not help and that the table looks great. They make a toast of "happy thanksgiving" and eat in silence. Then they depart the table in different directions for the rest of the evening.
Happy Thanksgiving...


I watched "Real Women Have Curves" tonite. Interesting movie. Seemed kinda short to me though. I believe it to be a good movie, worth watching a second time this morning at 4am... 4AM!!! i wish i could listen to that song... but i cant... it makes me quite sad that that cd is ruined... I took care of that one too, i dont know how the hell it happened. Ok... definatly gotta work on the whole ADD thing....
I am quite sick, sometimes i wish i was still smoking regularly cuz then i wouldnt be suffering like this. But this is too fucking gross to turn back now... 3 out of seven days in a week without smoking one cigarette... and friday nite, i kept lighting them and putting them out. Meh... im sick and it hurts sooo bad when i cough i have to hold my sides for fear something will pop out... its NOT happy. You know what is happy though... Nyquil... It helps you get your zzzzzz's so now i shall drown in a pool of it... ta ta for now (ttfn)
Jaryd

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And people say you need to be able to spell... fcuk taht

I watched a movie today. In between helping my momma with the birdie, of course. And it occurred to me, that while it could be one of my more favourite movies, it is a pile of Hollywood shit. To specify, "Hollywood shit" is crap that has been made pretty and has a happy ending when in real life one main character would end up in a dumpster and the other back in New York writing off his little $3000 expenditure that never happened. But no no no, they could never make a movie about something real, they have to make an "aww movie ending"... Isn't that fucking sweet, the hooker is going to marry the billionaire and live happily ever after in a castle just outside of New York City. Oh ya, thats real fucking believable. I still enjoy the movie though. Silly me...
My favourite lines are "Im not trying to land him, im just using him for sex" and "In case I forget to tell you, I had a really good time tonight" that one is quite clever. At any rate, I am cold and thusly will leave for now...
Happy birdie day!
Jaryd



~~Stop measuring moments in breaths, only in lack of them~~

there seems to be no end to blogging tonite... but i must say this cuz its happy... i think...

The early bird gets the worm but the second mouse gets the cheese!!!!

yay
bye bye... hopefully i wont be back tonite... or else i will probably blog again...AHH

HAHAHA i just remembered from my second completely sober party that dustin flashed his balls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am so glad i was kicking his ass when it happened and SAW NOTHING! and HAHAHA to the rest of you... betcha wish for the days when you only saw his crack... and also, the only reason you saw them is cuz of me!!! hehehe... booyaw!
ttfn, Jampeice... i think... i cant keep them straight...
AND em, it looks like we can do sumthin on monday cuz im having the birdy tomorrow... call me if you still wanna do anything!!! peice out...hehe get it??

Tell me now. Stop. Tell me the truth, then run if you must. but at least tell me. Stop putting everything in code to confuse me. Even though it is easy. I think I deserve that.

well... one little part is better i suppose. I figured it out, Im actually quite proud of myself for that. Despite how many people told me. Still gotta be independant and learn the hard way. I still have many more to go though...

The Party was fun... Fonging is EXCELLENT times. Its much fun even when you lose. Cuz you get to be straddled AND kinda tackled. Which is like my goal in life... to be tackled....hehe... I wish I could have spent the nite, but i live with satan. And the truck has been taken away cuz i was half an hour late partially due to the fact that I had to pick up HER FUCKING SLURPEE. HALF AN HOUR! give me a fucking break. Thats so fucking stupid. I was half an hour late, people were asking me to "break the rules" and stay the nite, but NO i have to be more responsible than that...grrr. hehe... that reminds me of " " hehe.. fun... at any rate, i shall be off to bed and hopefully tomorrow nite will be great. A nite with my boys and kels. hmmm.... i dunno...must not let myself get too excited about that cuz whenever I do, it blows up in my face... " "

I also wanna say.... Thank you.... and Fuck you, to someone. but that would be bad.
Goodnite everyone who is at the party still (and in toronto) and Im at home cuz Satans a Bitch.
ttfn, Jam ;)... the nicknames just wont stop...

PS... Please DO NOT call me in the middle of the nite and proceed to have an important conversation with me while im half asleep. Its like im wasted, i say things i shouldnt and then forget what was even talked about. That is bad...unless it crucial that you talk to me, sleepy time, is sleepy time. nite

Hearts are stolen only because the thief wants to share the love.

It sounded pretty... you know what i really wanna say but its not pretty...?

FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCK

First of all i would like to apoligize to you all... There is a much bigger picture and I hope I find out what it is soon...


On another note. Do not... I repeat DO NOT apoligize to me. I love you both, so do what you wanna do and i will be happy when youre both happy...

yes... so poo... and poo... horrible nite last nite followed by more shitty events later. Logically i shall keep my mouth shut about all of them. No need to say anything. Umm... I keep missing the one person i never see. I enjoy spending time with Marcus. I am emotionally and physically exhausted so i shall go. I must call Ian... which will make me sleepy...hehe... the sound of his voice puts me to sleep.. :) its super.
ttfn, Jaryd
PS(Kelsey and I are not part of your harem any longer) heh... nite

Stop...Im sorry...Run... Stop... Im Sorry... Run

So... I think this will work. Its crazy how just one person can put this idea in my head everytime. Not that it wasnt there before. this is my 4th attempt at it and... Well, I have consumed far far too many mints for today. And no caffine or nicotine. Probably not the best addictions to quit cold turkey on the same day. Mind you i didnt actually quit my coffee addiction... I just didnt have a coffee today. Yes... So im really just typing to give my hands something to do... I hate how i let it control me. Smoking is the easy way out. A temporarily relief of undesirable stress. If it were permanent maybe it would be worth while. OH! QUEER AS FOLK IS ON TONITE!!! YAY! Gay soaps!! hehe... gay... soaps... wow, i never thought about that before. I need to cleanse my mind. Mind you i probably wouldnt have as much fun if i do. Ahh... memories...So ya. I have decided to wait the week out then say Fuck it. Well, ill try my hardest but chances are, it wont work because I... am a loser... yes... thats right. Boo yaw. I have a lot of anger and bitterness that i shall be dealing with shortly. For example. Grr... and oh ya! Grr... i always pick the best week to start this... If i make it through the next 2 weeks i should be alright for a few months. Until someone really pisses me off and i continue on my spiralling path of death... yes... Wow. I just mentioned 2 things... one gets a week, and the other gets 2. Its funny, last year Ian was hell bent on getting me to quit smoking, and i paused for a few months, then he flipped out when he found out i had started again. Thats when I told him i would rather die slowly then quickly. And i just had a thought tonite.... I am not even gonna know him when i die. We will be long gone from each others lives. separated. Doesnt anyone else realize this yet? I dont think you do. Why cant i just forget about it until the time comes to say goodbye? Oh ya thats right. Its because I wanna spend the rest of the time i have with them missing them and torture myself as much as possible. **Side note** "__", you do not know how this feels for me and thusly please continue to stab me in the back. Its great, in the worst way possible. Dustin and Ian are my 2 oldest friends... and im not gonna see them after high school. well i might but it will never be the same. Anyway, im gonna try to live more for right now. That shall be my goal. Second to not smoking. I think it will be the most difficult this time. I dont know why. I just get that feeling. Maybe i do need a straw, or just someone/something else to keep my mind working on. Someone offered to buy me a cd if i dont smoke for a month. It makes me happy that i know i couldnt lie about it. I could easily say that i hadnt smoked, even if i had, but i know that if i get that cd it will be because i earned it... reward me with music... hmm... interesting concept.
Luv, Jaryd

Hear I am. Its one in the am. I have been sleeping since 5. And i have just realized I missed Six Feet Under. And now I am sad. Its funny how when I really really need to sleep my majha wakes me, but when i dont really wanna sleep cuz it will cause me to wake up at one with no desire to go back to sleep, she doesnt wake me. Oh ya thats right, i live with psychos... for example: The car got taken away Saturday at approximately 3pm then given back at approximately 330. they cant make up theyre minds and it drives me insane. but since i am up and i am not going to be sleeping for a while i shall go and take a quiz... Love or Money? we shall see...

Hopeless Romantic

For richer? For poorer? It doesn't matter to you because you're the Hopeless Romantic. Whether your sweetie is an oil baron or a grease monkey, it's all about until death do us part.

Even if you haven't met "the one," you'll judge your soul mate by the love letters, roses, and foot massages — not the size of their bankroll. And even if their wallet is as fat as their sonnet collection, the toughest part of your relationship will be arguing over which charity to choose, who loves whom more, and who's the bigger Schmoopie. And if that diamond ring turns brass, no biggie — your love is totally not-for-profit.

True... and sad, all in one. (ixnay on the ootfay assagesmay)

So Josh broke up with Renee. This has kinda been bothering me, because when they first started dating i mentioned something along the lines of "when youre going to break up" and they both flipped out. This was before "Love" and Isaac. And when that happened i told them, youll see... you are too young to know what love is and how to deal with it. So now that they are "broken Up" i dunno what to think. Renee told me saturday morning that now she wonders what would have happened if we had dated like we were going to. That made me really sad, cuz then she wouldnt have had a beautiful baby. She knows exactly what to say to me to make me cry. Cry in a good way i suppose. I cry for her then she says how much better my life will be than hers. Then I cry more, because i know shes right. She has fucked up her life and I only hope that she makes it through. Ive realized that I cant really help her anymore and i hate it!!
i think im gonna go listen to sum music cuz i probably wont be sleeping...
ttfn, Jaryd

Holy Shit. Last Nite/Early this morning was AWESOME. Definitely Good Times. I went over to Chels' at 5pm then slept until 7pm... Then we were all deciding where to go. I didn't even think I would be able to get in cuz they wanted to go to Outlaws or Tequila. So they decided on Tequila and we took a couple cabs down there. Well, there was this huge mofo line up, so, I got all of us on the VIP list. because I am a smooth talker and i wore my Mrs. Barker shirt. Hehe. Within 10 minutes we were in the club/bar. They didnt even look twice at my fake, so i was like WAAHOO! It was so crowded in there. There were 7 of us and we were all holding hands in a train so we would stay together. It was CRAZY, crazy fun. Drunk people are quite touchy... I was walking off the dance floor with Robin and all of the sudden there are arms wrapped around me and i cant move. I look to Robin and I say help me! but she cant hear me so i am forced to "grind" with this stranger, I havent even seen his face or heard his name. Eventually I pry his arms off me... but only so i can walk 5 steps to have it happen again! It was fun at the time, but now i kinda feel violated... There are definitely better ways to get someone to dance with you. Aside from the grabby ones there were some nice ones. The ones who wave and smile as theyre passing by, or say "Excuse me, beautiful" It was quite fun. Except that at 1230 chelsie looked liked she was gonna die... so she said we were leaving... It was a bummer until Robin told me her dad could drive me back there when she was leaving. So I stayed while my bestfriend left. It was her birthday and I ended up staying there without her. Meh... It was fun. I didnt have to spend any money either. People just buy you drinks... You guys need to get fake ID's (excluding Kels) because while i had an excellent time, I wish you guys were there. I am no longer as close to my bestfriends. At least not as much as before and I have gotten SO much closer to all of u. Where's the love came on and I was like... aww... and then i thought of you guys... CUZ THERES NO LOVE WITHOUT YOU! I was QUITE QUITE happy that they played some rock... it was great. I stopped going to the palace cus all they play is hip hop and R&B... Sometimes I wanna dance to some green day. So then it was decided I was getting driven home by, Havy (i think thats how its spelt) which was Robins Boyfriends Friend... I was a little nervous cuz while Robin was there I didnt know him, i had had a couple drinks, and i cant be as aware in the car when ive been drinking. i always think that if i am looking around more then the driver then the chance of us getting into an accident are significantly lower. I dunno. So I got back to chels' and she was fine. I was ready for sleep cuz it was 2 in the morning and i didnt have a fulfilling sleep the nite before. So i asked mike if i could sleep in his bed and to my surprise he let me. then this guy said he'd get a piece of ass out out me and i was like ummm no. And mike slept on the couch... He is far to nice to me though. He is acts completely different around me. Seriously the guy is a cocky bastard to everyone except me. for the most part anyway.
In short. I had lots of fun and I wish you all were there.
Oh and you all better be coming to my birthday party. Thats right. Ive started planing it. And you will all be pleased to know that I am Having it a CHELSIES. No satan for my birthday. And that also means we can all drink if we want. I am so happy. I love my fake ID. anyway... I shall be off, i suppose. YAY! STILL HAPPY!
ttfn, Jiggy from the block
PS... I was forced to listen to vibe and Get busy by Sean paul was on and there is a line that says "Just get Jiggy" i was so fucking happy! still am
peace yo'
Omg... type fucking in your blog then do a spell check. Em you'll get this. its mostly for you.

I wish that everytime I needed a hug, you were there to give me one.

That is all.

Ok so wow. Im watching scrubs and everytime music comes on this intern comes around dancing. I mean dancing in the the nutcracker dancing. And guess what his name is.....Steven.... thats right... high kicking, twirling, jazz hands steven. Boo yaw!!! best name ever! lmao. So ya... just a question... who gets kicks out of people getting raped? That makes me sad. HAHAHAHAHAHAH YOU GOT RAPED!!! THATS SO FUNNY!!! ummm... no... its not... On another note... wtf was in that slurpee today. I mean wow... I think it could have also been the fact that all i had to eat was coffee, juice and that slurpee... thusly i will do it again tomorrow! YAY! fun times. Yes... I also have another question. (before though i wanna say i love all my friends very muchly) Why do my friends call me up for sympathy when they think theyre pregnant? i will do my best to help and support them but when it includes the word AGAIN im a little reluctant. What am i suppose to say? " OMG what are you gonna do? DIDNT YOU FUCKING LEARN ANYTHING IN SCHOOL OR THE LAST TIME IT HAPPENED??" Do u wanna know HOW she told me... blah blah blah were not talking about anything important then WHAM!!!!!!!!! "oh ya, i think it might be baby time again." WTF AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY!!!!!!! dont they use protection, didnt she learn form last time, WHY THE HELL IS SHE HAVING SEX IF SHE DIDNT??? grr... i hate stupid people. Dont fuck unless its safe! Oh but dont worry guys, she wont get an abortion this time cuz her boyfriend can support her... and her unborn child. sometimes i think street dumb people should be made infertile... Grr... A part of life is learning from your mistakes. If you cant do that, then what the fuck are you doing!!! at least make a fucking effort.

Well now that that is over and done with. Anthony Knight got 100% on my quiz thingy... Interesting, it sounds wierd, but at first i thought he cheated... maybe he did... maybe hes a good guesser, or maybe he actually knew all the questions. meh... also, ive discovered that if i listen to a specific song i will cry everytime, unless i fight it. I dont know why. Its good times, but not really.

And since i have been cursed and called a liar i am no longer putting songs in my blog... well this blog... you cant say anything about it if you cant read it!!!HAHAHA... yes... sugar is bad...
ttfn, Jaryd

So, I got out of rehearsal. Went to my car. And thought. Hey, Cory said he might do the fall course of theatre calgary (which was where i was going). Then i thought, why the hell would he drive, or rather be driven, over 3 hours for a 2 hour class. And with that I sighed and drove away. The thought was still in my head when I got downtown and I wish it hadnt been. I wanted so badly to walk through the door and be greeted by him. The person i spent 3 full weeks with. The person who decided we were "a happy couple" for those 3 weeks. I feel like i lost a bestfriend this summer. And i shouldnt have been sad that he wasnt there cuz i knew he wouldnt be. grr... I miss him and grr. I did however get to catch up with one of my homeboys from there. It was funny. and sad, cuz of memories.

New thought #1: After being Satan for a psychology 20 class, i felt a little bad. I mean, I make her out to be a bitch all the time and shes really not. Just most of the time. For example, I came home from theatre calgary and she was all like blah blah blah, tc is more important than the play because i pay lots of money for it... waw waw wawwawwawwawwawwawwaw... i dont care. grrr

New thought #2: Angel makes me happy...

example 1. (on a touch tone recording) To sacrifice a loved one or pet press 1
2. "I have no problem spanking men"
3. Fired = set on fire
4. "You are not cute when I'm angry"
5. "is it the sound of talking that offends you?"
yes... good nite everyone... I hope to take to car tomorrow on the grounds that i dont have a bus pass yet... hehehe
ttfn, Jaryd