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[Feb. 25th, 2008|08:57 pm] |
Reality television disgusts me. I mean, it's almost never remotely close to reality, but just the whole idea. My roommate is watching this show in which they hook the contestant up to a lie detector and ask them numerous personal questions that will, more often than not, destroy their marriage, personal life, family, etc. If the contestant chooses not to answer the question, they leave with the amount of money they've already won for telling the truth. If their answer comes up as false, they don't get any money. Anyway, this woman was asked first if she'd leave her husband for her ex, if she felt her ex was the one she should have married, blah blah blah. Her family was there, telling her not to answer, but she kept playing and playing, admitting that she'd stolen from work, cheated on her husband, thought she should be with her ex, you name it. When finally asked if she thought she was a good person, she replied that, yes, she thought she was. This came up as a lie and she went home with no money at all.
Now, I'm not sure which is more disturbing - if this is real, or if it isn't. If it's real, this woman has just destroyed her marriage, disgusted her family, revealed to her employers that she's stolen from them and exposed herself as a royal bitch. If it isn't true, and it's just an act put on for people's entertainment...shouldn't we be even MORE worried? Is this what's supposed to entertain us? Is this honestly the low we've sunk to? How in the world did society get to the point in which we sit around our television sets and watch people tear apart their personal lives for our own entertainment? It's absolutely disgusting, and I am honestly ashamed to be a part of this generation.
She's now watching that Flavour of Love show. What is THAT? That is a weirdass motherfucker with clocks on his neck setting out to find "love" in a house full of easy women. Great, that's perfect. If it wasn't enough to destroy your marriage for a shot at a large sum of money, now we've cheapened love and turned it into some ridiculous reality bullshit. Thanks for that.
This is just unbelievable to me. There are television shows that I think are just beautiful. I am in love with Spaced - the writing and the characters are just wonderful and I feel a closeness to the characters that I've never had with any other television show. Shows like that, like Fawlty Towers, like Arrested Development - they're all absolutely wonderful and they make me so happy, but all of them were shortlived because apparently, rather than watch something substantial with relatable characters and memorable moments, we want to watch stupid, staged situations in which the entire focus is the downward spiral of society's morals and priorities.
What the FUCK.
You know what the kicker is? The entire reality television phenomenon is rooted in that same downfall of priorities: what does it cost to have some idiots make asses of themselves? Next to nothing. Rather than put the time and resources into creating something worth watching, we just grab a couple of cameras and watch the disasters happen. Once again, we have lust for money triumphing over substance and quality. AWESOME.
I am both appalled and disgusted. |
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[Feb. 24th, 2008|08:20 pm] |
Aw, Billy Joel.
Slow down you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then if you're so smart tell me why
Are you still so afraid?
Where's the fire, what's the hurry about?
You better cool it off before you burn it out
You got so much to do and only
So many hours in a day
But you know that when the truth is told
That you can get what you want
Or you can just get old
You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through
When will you realize...Vienna waits for you
Slow down you're doing fine
You can't be everything you want to be
Before your time
Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight (tonight)
Too bad but it's the life you lead
You're so ahead of yourself
That you forgot what you need
Though you can see when you're wrong
You know you can't always see when you're right (you're right)
You got your passion you got your pride
But don't you know that only fools are satisfied?
Dream on but don't imagine they'll all come true
When will you realize
Vienna waits for you
Slow down you crazy child
Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while
It's alright you can afford to lose a day or two
When will you realize...
Vienna waits for you.
And you know that when the truth is told
That you can get what you want
Or you can just get old
You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through
Why don't you realize...Vienna waits for you
When will you realize...Vienna waits for you |
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[Feb. 8th, 2008|04:09 pm] |
I forgot about this! It's like I only remember to write when I'm being emo. Well, today, I am writing about my new LAPTOP SKIN. The cover...lid...back...something...of my laptop is now covered in X-wings, AT-ATs, A wings, you name it. The battle of Hoth is taking place on my laptop. I can't think of anything more awesome than that, and neither can you. Seriously, don't even try.
Time to learn jazz. All of it. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2008|02:20 pm] |
I have no idea what causes this. I was finally feeling good about things and ready to crack down and get back to work and really start to make things happen...now I feel like shit again. There's some kind of instant depression in the air here. I just...can't get into things here. Why can't I adapt? I should have adjusted by now...this is fucking stupid. I really feel like hell right now and it's completely...I don't even know what it is. I just feel like an idiot and I'm lonely as all hell but can't seem to bring myself to call someone up and just talk for a while.
WHAT IS MY PROBLEM.
AND WHY DO I FEEL COMPELLED TO BITCH ABOUT IT ON THIS STUPID FUCKING JOURNAL INSTEAD OF WRITING ABOUT SOMETHING INTERESTING?!
AHHHH.
I'm going to go play vydeo james or something. |
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[Jan. 14th, 2008|03:42 pm] |
This has been a seriously unbelievable break. It seems like I just left yesterday, but like I've been gone for years. I have no concept of time and everything feels totally surreal.
I guess it's true that good things happen over time while great things happen all at once.
It's going to be a good year. |
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[Dec. 25th, 2007|11:44 pm] |
So I checked Facebook, and EVERYONE'S STATUS IS ABOUT GUITAR HERO AND WII. Honestly, I have a beef with this. I love vydeo james as much/more than the next person. However, guitar hero is lame, and the wii is lame UNLESS you are playing Baton Hero, which hasn't actually been created yet. Other than that, it's a silly party console and it annoys me for no specific reason. So don't lash out at me because I don't like it - I know it's not justified. I just find it silly. And Guitar Hero? Why don't you just go out and, I don't know, play a REAL FUCKING GUITAR? That's all I ask.
Anyway! Christmas was wonderful and being home is even more wonderful and I don't want to go back. I missed everything and everyone so much. I'm so glad to be home. It's amazing. |
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[Dec. 16th, 2007|12:31 pm] |
THREE MORE SLEEPS.
Really, only two and a half, because I have to get up at an obscene hour on Wednesday. I might as well just not go to sleep. |
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[Dec. 13th, 2007|07:38 pm] |
My awkward moments are always so fantastic. I was just walking home from the dining hall and I was walking behind this guy and seeing how quietly I could walk. I was actually wondering how good I was at following people really stealthily, for no particular reason. I was about two meters behind him the whole way home and he didn't notice until he saw my shadow when we walked under a streetlight. He started and turned around abruptly and looked genuinely frightened. This guy was a seven foot tall hottie from New Jersey and got scared by me. If that wasn't awesome enough, this was the conversation that followed:
Me: Oh, sorry!
Him: Oh, hey, sorry...haha, you'd think only girls would get scared...
Me: No, it's okay, I would have been scared too.
Him: ...
Me: ...I'm a girl.
This was followed by a remarkably awkward silence and I ended up passing him because for a really tall guy, he was a very slow walker.
I didn't get nearly as much done today as I'd planned. Oh well. The night is still young. |
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[Dec. 10th, 2007|05:28 pm] |
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I am in a lot of pain and and I feel like shit. My back is completely fucked and I have so much to do but I can barely lift my horn. I want to go home. |
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[Dec. 5th, 2007|04:23 pm] |
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I am extremely angry right now. I'm not going into detail over teh internetz, but I am mad mad mad. |
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[Nov. 28th, 2007|03:22 pm] |
I had such a great break, and now it's over and I feel like I had no time off at all. Ughhh I want Christmas so badly. I love Christmas, I love Calgary, I love snow, I love EVERYTHING THAT ISN'T HERE. Except I do love the city, and might be going in this weekend which will be good. I also love my saxophone, and that's here, I just need to learn how to fucking play it. Seriously. I have SO much to do.
(I apologise for the excessive Paul Simon lyrics...but...he writes lyrics about my life, so it's pretty convenient.)
Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin even me
I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be, that's not unusual
No it isn't strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
And I'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me, leading me to go home |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2007|11:53 pm] |
TORONTOOOOOO.
Yesterday was the most kickass surprise ever. I've been pretty busy with family business while I've been here, but yesterday was the day when everyone was busy and I got to do whatever, so I adventured over to Brendan's house. It was risky business because a) I didn't know if he was even home, b) I don't know my way around Toronto, c) my cell phone doesn't work here, so had I not been able to find him, I wouldn't have been able to call for a cab to get home, d) they don't have a goddamn DOORBELL and they have two front doors, so if you knock, no one hears you, e) it was motherfucking cold out. Anyway, I ended up just yelling his name from outside and FORTUNATELY, his roommate heard me and woke up Brendan and got him to go to the door without telling him who it was. Needless to say, he was more than a little surprised. After about a thousand "you're fucking kidding me!!"s, and an epic hug that picked me up off the ground, we had beer adventures and used vydeo jame adventures and combo rehearsal adventures and Heroes adventures and all kinds of fun shit. It was so awesome. I've always wanted to just show up at someone's house when they didn't know I was in town and surprise them like that...it's such a good feeling.
What a great day. I don't think I realised just how much I really needed to see my friends...actually, yeah I did. I miss everyone so much. I wish I could surprise everybody I know.
But this was definitely a good start :-) |
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[Nov. 19th, 2007|04:30 pm] |
Someone should really regulate how much people are allowed to care about each other. If you are both at about the same level on each other's priority lists, then you're fine. However, if they're close to the top on yours and you're just one out of a thousand on theirs, it's not going to feel so great. That kind of thing should be discouraged. Especially when you don't actually know what exactly those other priorities entail.
Sweet, I'm being vague again. I know everyone loves it when I do that.
I kind of want to go home. I mean, I like it here and I'm glad I'm here doing what I'm doing, but I'm not myself out here yet. I'm some angry, cynical asshole who just blows off any kind of social interaction in exchange for an unhealthy amount of solitude. I'm just constantly brooding and irritable. That's really not who I'm used to being, and not what I want to continue to be. It's retarded. I'm assuming the worst of everyone I care about and that's not like me either. I'm just not in a good mental place at ALL, and I really need to change that. I also need to go out and get some milk. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2007|01:21 pm] |
American Tune
Words & music by Paul Simon
Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far a-way from home, so far away from home
And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees
but it's alright, it's alright
for we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the
road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what has gone wrong
And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying
We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the a-ge's most uncertain hours
and sing an American tune
Oh, but it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's gonna' be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying to get some rest |
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[Nov. 4th, 2007|10:50 pm] |
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My dad is the greatest person in the universe. |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2007|10:08 pm] |
I need to stop taking shit from people. I am remarkably laid back and easy to get along with, but I'm beginning to think I take too much from people sometimes. If I get labelled as a bitch, then so be it, but I don't need that kind of bullshit. I can laugh at myself like no other, so don't tell me I take myself too seriously when I put my foot down. I can take a joke better than 99% of the population, but I deserve some fucking respect, so don't push it.
That's all. I should probably study.
This entry was so badass.
"I am King Shit of Fuck Mountain - why would you FUCK with me?!" |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2007|07:18 pm] |
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Amazing what one phone call can do for your general well-being. |
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[Oct. 27th, 2007|05:19 pm] |
I need to go to a really good party. The only parties I've ever been to have been really lame. I don't even know what I'm missing out on, but I know I'm missing out. So come on, people. Have a good party and invite me to it.
I'm going to go into the city tomorrow. I'm pretty excited about it. I feel like I really need to just get out and go somewhere. If I was at home, I'd have gone up to Windermere with my dad or something, but I can't do that here. In all honesty, I really wish I could. It's exactly what I need right now. There's something about that place that just clears your head and relaxes you like nothing else. At any rate, I'm going to embark on a grand adventure tomorrow and see where I end up.
I'm pretty hungry. I need sustinence. |
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[Oct. 26th, 2007|10:40 am] |
My roommate bought an enormous book about sex and I'm reading it. It has information on pretty much everything you would ever want to know. Definitely an interesting read. I'm gaining some serious knowledge here. |
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