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okay so yeah I have pretty much ditched lj in general, HOWEVER! Before I forget, I must record my latest discoveries:

so we were watching Spirited Away today, and I noticed that Haku or whatever his name is sounded exactly like TINO from THE WEEKENDERS, and I looked it up, and I was right. BUT ALSO! The woman who was the voice of LOR on the Weekenders, among her many, many credits, did several main characters for Baldur's Gate. And you know what? So did Tino! and so did Tish! and while Carver fails to be in Baldur's Gate, Foods of the World lady is ALSO in it. and Carver is forgiven, because he was in Mister T.

so I've determined that... the voice acting pool is way too small man, what is this business. Like John Ratzenberger, the man whose voice haunts Pixar for all eternity.

furthermore, we watched The Fountain today, which was really good and really sad and really drug induced? so odd. but there was one guy who was trying to pass himself off as some faintly arab spanish guy, and I knew I recognized him, and he had passed himself off as Maui in whalerider too. okay, so he is maui... the lies must end. yeah i'm so hyper... want pie....

it's not so much people that don't understand my ideologies that I hate- whatever, if you don't get it, you don't, and it's my fault that I can't explain it to you. it's when people make fun of it because it doesn't make sense to them that I get mad/want to cry in frustration.

why do I love you so much when you can make me so mad?

word of the day: succulent

um.. lets see about life... its pretty good, now that gala francais is over (which, it turns out, I was needlessly worried about...). anyways, I still have to whip together Lighter Side, and of course I only realized today how close IB exams/diplomas are. and I must decide what to wear to grad. but yeah... yeah.

I quit red robin on sunday! huzzah!

I should work on lighter side.. but first, interpol!

So this concert is rant-worthy: first we line up and they open the doors a good twenty minutes late. Then we get to the security point, and they tell us that minors aren't allowed downstairs. So we're like okay whatever, upstairs is sort of close to the stage... but then we're only allowed on the balcony that is over the bar! Therefore FAR from the stage, and some people could hardly see at all! This is incredibly retarded, because not only did we pay the same amount as the people over 18 and were not told we'd be segregated, we also were ahead of MANY of them in line, and didn't have access to the merch table until AFTER the show, when everything was probably sold out!! (we sent Cam downstairs, but what if he hadn't been there!! GRAA!!) Then the opening band, Links and Ram (or something like that) was the worst band I've ever heard, without exception. The lead singer sounded very much like Ellen Degeneres as Dory trying to speak Whale. Only, HORRIBLE. And they went on FOREVER! Then we had to wait absolute ages for Interpol, who played probably not even ten songs... angrifying concert, I'm considering a strongly worded letter to EEC about us being ripped off and not even told we were going to be. Fuckers...

but yeah. life is pretty good. oh yes, and I've found a companion in the mockery of that dumbass alanna chick from Spanish who constantly interrupts class to talk about herself or things she knows (ie. the other day we were talking about us running the yearend show, and she kept saying 'MPs' instead of 'MCs' and when I corrected her she started telling us a sexual joke her teacher made about politics, but first she had to explain to us what Belinda Stronach did (crossing the floor, apparantly no one but her heard about that... of course odds are she only heard about it in the context of the joke, but irrelevant!) and then told us that she had a Conservative boyfriend (she didn't know who Peter MacKay  was, but whatever..) and then made her joke, and it was inappropriate and horrible but took up a good five minutes of class time..) actually, that example doesn't do her justice. She is in a one-act play at Ainlay, and subsequently knows everything there is to know about acting and being on stage, and wasted another solid ten minutes on how much she loves stage blocking tape and how important it is that we use it (as if the spanish school could ever be that organized) and she takes absolutely every opportunity she gets (whether or not someone is talking) to start talking about herself, or her super cool friends, or what the latest random guy who hit on her said because she's the prettiest girl she knows... anyways, I almost strangle this girl every week. And I know, if you're Cam, you think that I hate everyone but I really don't and the people who only annoy me a bit are not even one hundredth as annoying as this girl! ask ann!  anyways, a couple weeks ago I noticed David (the coolest kid ever, he has braided hair and plays a tiny spanish guitar and he's sooo cool) was rolling his eyes every time that idiot spoke, and now we have formed a silent pact of alanna-disgust. he is the only one I can turn to, Katy is too busy being a crazy person to notice, javiera is too nice, brooke is whipped by alanna and the spanish tens aren't sufficiently sarcastic. our teacher would probably be in on it though... anyways, I've spent a good paragraph ranting about that idiot. she's a complete retard. gah. so was her sister, she was the one that made a little girl cry at a show several years back!

and now I go work.

++++++++!!!!!!1!!1!1!!!  right right so yesterday in some of the EXCESSIVE downtime we had at the concert, I came up with a good scheme, which was launching a crazy advertising/word of mouth campaign(but not too obvious, so the band wouldn't hear) that a certain band was coming, then renting a space as the band, and renting a trailer for one day and coming and receiving the revenue for the concert, then either impersonating the band, or playing as the 'openers' then fleeing with all the money, leaving people hanging (juliet's contribution). But if you were going to impersonate the band, you'd want it to be a band you could easily impersonate both in terms of musical ability and appearance. And who better than Blue Man Group, because of their masks of disguise and their instruments being largely PVC piping. AND guess what? TODAY I DISCOVER THAT BLUE MAN GROUP IS COMING IN SEPTEMBER!!! So we are now faced with three options: either someone has beat us to it and is already impersonating Blue Man Group, or we can kidnap the actual members of Blue Man Group and take their place, OR we can declare a second show a few days after Blue Man Group's REAL show, once they've left so they don't catch on, and offer cheaper tickets so everyone chooses OUR BMG over the real one!! SO many possibilities! Sometimes, life is very convenient. Yup. the game!

ahaha its so true, they control reality. like wikipedia.

I miss Sean Sparrow, that guy is so cool. And back in junior high I was SO sure he was going to become a used car salesman... like a 100% sure. and now he has crazy piercings and dreads and is super-awesome. Proves how much I know.... gah.

I'm writing this down, because in years we will remember the Virginia Tech Shooting, and we'll remember that the guy was Korean, but we might not remember just exactly how much he looked like Shengxi. A GREAT DEAL. So there, future!

yeah so I definetly changed English courses based on the fact that an awesome Nigerian poet, Onookome Okome, is the teacher for the one we chose. But now Mike, Keen, Cam and I are in the same class. Sweet. I also broke the "5 courses is a full course load" rule and signed up for 6. It is: Swahili 111, Chinese 101, English 113, Art History 101, History 110 and Classics 110. So excited... of course Chinese is tentative, I still have to prove to them that I am not Chinese. Fortunatly, the ethnicity graft didn't take, so I have time...

Gala Francais tomorrow... should probably prepare. But then again... meh!

tidbit of the day  I'm a highway star.

this  is something I could get into... unliving ahaha.

so.. lots of stuff, as usual I don't remember. today was really happy and lucid and good... tonight is kinda blah though. but yeah

the quest for dwellings continues, looking okay so far. I am excited!

yeah don't feel like it, s'all about that comic today. 

life, man.

you oughta know Jönköping is considered the second-most beautiful city in southern Sweden, after Gothenburg.

AHH It has been a while and half. Lets see..

I found out my blood type! FINALLY! I'm O positive, universal donor :) sweet deal.

YoYo Ma is sold out! It's not until September, I thought I'd have time to buy tickets at my leisure. GRAR.

oh right, greece and italy... yeah it was pretty sweet, I'm sure you'll all hear the stories sooner or later and they're mostly better in person, so find them elsewhere. It was thoroughly awesome though, Mount Parnassus is one of the most beautiful places I've ever been.

I was thinking about that, actually, where the most beautiful place ever is to date. It's tough, but the top candidates are:
1. Turks & Caicos, that one night on the beach, the stars were absolutely phenomenal
2. Ecuador, the night that I slept outside in the hammock
3. Africa, that lodge in the first park we went to when you could see the rain across the whole park, then the sun
4. Ayers Rock,  Australia, the sunrise
5. Northern Saskatchewan, when we went on that canoe trip up there
6. Mount Parnassus, and Athens at night wasn't exactly beautiful, but it was amazing...

From this list I've concluded that you really need to sleep outside places to appreciate them, seeing as at most of those places I did. I am so spoiled...

ZOMG YEAH Greg finally hit me! He was drunk, and I made him lose the game, and he's like "Shut up bitch!" and slapped me really hard. yay, I am victorious again! and then he tried to kill Vince... oh greg.

Blue October yesterday was pretty good, although the lead singer kind of looks like an evil, probably possessed Jack Black (and kind of sounds like his singing too, actually...) and has a saliva problem.

Cam's grandmother is so cute I am going to steal her and leave my evil one in her stead she bought me a present for like no reason yeah. And I called mine last week and apparently it really pleased her, so I guess I can do that more (I don't call my relatives as a general rule), seeing as she usually terminates the conversation after 10 minutes, unlike the Zombie one...

And in the name of a drunken Cam, I am getting my license this week so I can be amused by him drunk. because I hear it's pretty good.

and... lots of other stuff. all in good time.

righty-o the de'Medicis invented ice cream. so... they are forgiven. absolved of all crimes. Now they have ascended to herodom. And with them, Wyclef and the Fugees. Leaving only Chloe, Ian and Mrs. Kachman in the hate box. Yay! (one more high-pitched chant of "PARTY! PARTY! PARTY!" and chloe's tiny flip body gets snapped in half)

oh man oh man oh man we leave in like... SOON! less than 36 hours! huzzah. I'm excited. Actually, it hasn't really kicked in that we're going yet, and probably won't until tomorrow night. but whatever.

uh... I dunno what else, Cam you are so spoiled. freaking rich kids... I still love you though! (grrr)

Everyone have an amazing spring break, I'm expecting one crazy photo and one crazy story (the two may be related) from everyone. DO IT! or else...

so much spanish homeworks, gah.

yeah I got nothing, see y'all.

something: isabelle taught me how to say "sorry" in german. we're set for the trip!

oh em gee, I went  to the dermatologist this morning, happily expecting a consultation and then having to wait like a month to get them removed by laser or some such thing, as my mother TOLD ME that is what would happen. Then I'm in there, and the doctor comes in, looks at the one, and is like "you know, that other one should probably come off too." and I'm like okay, good stuff... then he leaves, and a nurse comes in with a freaking tray of needles and scapels and whatnot, and I'm like WTF?! Then he comes back, injects them with freezing, and fucking carves them out. I didn't even get to say goodbye!! So now I have two lovely CRATERS in my stomach, one of which I photographed for posterity, and to see how far it will heal. but... I'ma not post the photo, it's kinda gross. yup. but dude... gack. So glad I didn't take my mother's advice and have the face one done too, knowing that scapel-wielding madman he would've just cut it out as well. GAH!

in other news... well we all know what's other news. we love you, boyo <3

also... sigh.

hm.... I biked for like 80 minutes today, and my knees don't even hurt that much... new form of exercise methinks. and according to the exercise bike, my pulse never went over 80bpm. wtf.

plus... marilyn manson (theme of the day, plus I have him stuck in my head) made his name by combining marilyn from marilyn monroe, and manson from serial killer/registered psychopath Charles Manson , who is up for parole this year :( . 

and I just remembered that in Comedia dell'arte in drama in grade ten, captain fucktard himself played the coward, Il Capitano. fitting, no?

so... I think that my long-term study has determined that my body just can't process alcohol, because no matter how much I drink, I get sick. And it's really not that entertaining to be drunk, so not worth it. So I'm retiring from drinking for a while. Plus, I didn't get to have much fun drunk AND I had to spend most of the day (at work) with a hangover. lol

speaking of work, our cold-side printer went down today, so we had to write out by hand all the bills. feats of expo-ism! yeah... freaking work.

so I'm thinking about lip piercing stil, either after spring break (if parent convincing is arrangeable) or in july (if parents are not cooperative), which means I'd probably have to find myself new employment. hmm...

aw mike <3 hang in there

erm... I dunno. stupid kachman, stupid IB bio portthingy.

this time next week = PLANE TO EUROPE! start your engines...

something different go learn about "Britain's most famous witch" Sybil Leek. She hung out with gypsies, she must be cool!