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READ THE WRITING ON THE WALL,
PRECIOUS PAPER DOLL THE PAGES FALL APART
I JUST CAN'T SHAKE IT FROM MY HEAD
AND ALL THE THINGS YOU SAID, THEY ONLY BREAK MY HEART.
I wish I listened to that song when it first came out like, three years ago.
I love it.
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[07 Dec 2008|01:42pm] |
Rise Against was to die for.
Pictures on facebook.
Seven dollars a beer?!
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[21 May 2008|01:50pm] |
Thats twice now.
Twice that shes told me she misses me and still loves me and wants to get back together and hang out and do all the same things we used to do.
The first time, the night before she had some quality time with Evan. Some guy who was supposed to graduate in 2004.
And the second time she came home with some fucking love bites on her neck.
Why the fuck do I do this to myself.
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[20 May 2008|12:28am] |
So on Saturday night someone attempted to break into my Grandma's house in Winnipeg.
So my Dad, Austin and Danielle went out to check things out.
My Dad was looking around, and found more than one hundred cigarette butts outside her bedroom window. My Grandma doesn't smoke.
So heres the story.
Before she went to sleep that night, she felt an eerie feeling, so she closed her blinds and her curtains so it would be impossible for anyone to peer in. She woke up at 2:30 am for a glass of water. She went back to her bedroom and sat down on her bed. This guy smashed the window open, and just hoisted his upper half into the room and looked around. He never came all the way in, he just looked around. The weirdest thing? My grandma noticed, he didn't have to fight with the blinds and the curtains that she made so damn sure were drawn. They were opened. And there is no way you can open blinds and draw a curtain from outside.
Heres what I figure.
He was in the house while she was asleep.
And he opened them himself.
Now - whats the point of breaking in, just to open some blinds, to go back outside to smash a window?
To make the police believe it was a forced entry.
I'm no police officer but - I think I have a damn good theory.
Theres more.
The cops figure this guy has been stalking her since November.
Explains the cigarette butts outside her window.
Now, how did he get inside the house?
He must have a key.
He must have broken while she wasn't home, found a key, went and got a copy made, and returned the original without her knowing. So he can just come and go as he pleases.
Now.
Theres more weird shit going on with her house too.
Two guys drive around in this old pickup truck, and they REALLY want to buy her house. They always come by, and they always phone her. Now. My Grandma never gave them her name and isn't listed in the phonebook. How did they get her number? Could they be trying to scare her out of the house? Some people will do anything if they want something bad enough. Another thing. Theres this car, that will park outside her house, facing the house, only when she's home alone. If someone else is home, it will drive off. If someone else shows up, it takes off right away. If shes home alone, it will sit there, and sit there, and sit there.
AND ANOTHER THING.
My grandma was out grocery shopping and was unloading the stuff into her house. When she went to grab the rest from her car, everything in her car was torn apart. The stuff from under the seats, the stuff in the console, the stuff in the glove compartment. Everything. And this guy left his t-shirt in the back seat. What the FUCK is going on?
There are some sick people in this world.
Honestly.
Some people are such pieces of shit.
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[07 May 2008|11:43pm] |
I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS.
AFTER EVERYTHING WE TALKED ABOUT.
I EVEN FUCKING CRIED.
HE'S FUCKING TWENTY ONE.
Fuck my fucking life.
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[05 May 2008|07:28pm] |
"And all the worlds a stage"
Empty is the sky before the sun wakes up.
Empty is the eyes of animals in cages
Empty are the faces of women in mourning
When everything has been taken from them.
Me?
Don't ask me about empty.
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[13 Feb 2008|10:01pm] |
I'm giving my two weeks notice tomorrow at Bigway.
I'm so excited.
I hate it there.
I hate the people there.
I'm going to Prince Albert on Friday.
And coming back Monday.
To see Rob!
Should be good.
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[12 Feb 2008|01:19pm] |
Guess who FINALLY got the internet back?
Me :D
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[05 Apr 2007|07:44pm] |
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It's been almost three months since I've smoked weed.
Give it up for me.
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[14 Jan 2007|12:35pm] |
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Yesterday my Dad decided that yesterday would be a great day to give me hell for New Years. I'm not allowed to leave the house until I've learned something.
The sad thing? He only gave me hell because I asked if I could go into Brandon with Rob. If I didn't mention anything, he woudn't have said anything.
Like - its stupid. I told him my whole story, and he just assumes the worst. He assumes that its a lie right away. I told him:
"Mom had told me she'd be home, and she knew I would be there. I've had friends over before while she hasn't been there, and she doesn't mind at all. Even if she was home, she woudn't have cared"
And thats the truth.
But no - he assumes its a lie.
He goes:
"Yeah, theres a tiny possibility that your mom told you she would have been home. But why would see not come home knowing that you were there? (She's left me home alone all night A BILLION TIMES) It's much better to assume that you're lying"
I don't understand how my Dad always says that "I'm a good kid" but he always assumes that I'm lying, out having sex, and doing all sorts of different drugs, and getting all liqoured up. Yet he thinks 'I'm a good kid'?
Then he starts trying to tell me what I can and can't do while I'm at my moms. Like, Taking Back Sunday falls on a date while I'm at my moms, but I'm not going to go to my Dad, after getting my Moms permission to go, and ask him if I can go. He'd say no, right away. PLUS, its not even his RIGHT to tell me what I can and can't do while I'm there. When I'm at Moms, he has no say in what I do. At all. He's a control freak. He did it to my mom, and now that he doesn't have her anymore, he's doing it to me.
Like, does he realize that I'm not 12?
Like, it would be a a lot understanding if we lived in a city, but its RIVERS. The population of your HIGH SCHOOL is probably higher then the population of this town.
I don't think he realizes I'm almost a legal adult.
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[28 Dec 2006|07:55pm] |
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Everyone ask me a question about each of the following:
1. Friends
2. Sex
3. Music
4. Drugs
5. Love
6. LiveJournal
I'll be 100% truthful, and you can post anon if you'd like.
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[17 Dec 2006|03:03pm] |
On Friday, I did thirteen hours of school work in a row.
Because, the beloved memory book project is due on Wednesday
The sad thing is, I did all that homework, and didn't even get a chance to start it.
And here we are, Sunday afternoon and I haven't gotten the chance to touch it.
Hot damn.
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[12 Dec 2006|09:38pm] |
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If there is one thing I hate in this world, and really, truly hate, it's spending time with my dear ol' family.
Not just for one reason, but for a number.
1. Danielle. She's horrible. Just the way she acts. Curtis knows what I'm talking about. Imagine, the youngest in the family, who acts like shes the oldest, has all the authority, expects people to get on their hands and knees for her. She expects people to do what she demands of people (yes, demands - she doesn't know how to ask). Like, the other day, I was doing the dishes while she was watching TV? And I notice her cereal bowl from this morning is still on the table, so I ask her to clean it out, and she goes "UGH, WHATS WRONG WITH YOUR ARMS BRYCE, WHY CANT YOU DO IT?" Well:
1. It's YOUR fucking bowl that YOU failed to clean out this morning.
2. I'm busy doing YOUR fucking dishes while you're sitting on your ass staring at a fucking box.
And today, we (as a fucking family) went in for eye doctor appointments? Well, lets say whenever mom says something, Danielle has to agree and take it overboard. Like, my mom said the frost on the trees looks really pretty. And Danielle goes "OOH, OOH YEAH REALLY PRETTY" in a fake fucking little girls baby voice. Awh, how FUCKING CUTE. And then she points out this one tree, with frost on it? And to be ... honest, it was the fucking ugliest tree I have EVER seen.
And, she's .. just .. annoying as fuck. Like, we were eating supper (we went to a&w) and I got two teen burgers, and asked my mom to tell them to hold the cheese. And big surprise, I get my food, avec cheese. So I tell her, 'Mom, you actually have to tell them not to put cheese on it' And Danielle goes "WELL BRYCE, YOU HAVE TO TELL MOM YOU DONT LIKE CHEESE" Newsflash Danielle. Moms been my mom for seventeen FUCKING years, she KNOWS I hate cheese.
And, again, on the way home, we drove past Savannahs house, and Mom asked me something, I forget what, and I answered, kind of quietly because I'm fucking pissed off, and Danielle goes "BRYCE, MOM ASKED YOU A QUESTION", and I said "AND I ANSWERED" and she goes "WELL, I DIDN'T HEAR YOU" so I said "1. You're not in the conversation, it's rude to eavesdrop. 2. Just because you didn't hear me answer doesn't mean I didn't. And 3. It doesn't concern you at all, so why do you care?" And of course, I get in trouble.
Tyrel and them went after James again today, while James was driving home from picking his brother up.
And I fucking need glasses.
Yes.
Todays just PEACHY.
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[03 Nov 2006|09:44am] |
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Last night, I was on msn, and then this kid starts talking to me, asking me if I'm Mark Hoppus. So I thought this would be fun, and I said 'depends whose asking'
And he goes "lol i luv plus-44 and angels and airwaves" And I was like .. 'thats gret' and he goes 'when ur heart stops beatin .. love it'
And then he adds me in this conversation with this friend of his, and he's like ITS THE GUY FROM +44!!!! And hes like "zak ur a dumbass dis rly da guy frm +44" and I'm like "oh yeah?" and he's like 'yeah r u in blink-182' and I was like 'blink isn't a band anymore, buddy' and he's like 'o bullshjit if u were in blynk tell mi how mny songs u made' and I said 'well, I can't exactly tell you how many songs, but I can tell you how many albums, seven: flyswatter, buddah, cheshire cat, dude ranch, enema of the state, take off your pants and jacket, and finally blink-182' and he goes' k wat r the memebers namez', so I said 'well, when blink first started it was Tom, Scott and I, but after Dude Ranch came out, Scott left and Travis took his place untill the split" And at this point, he's like 'o wow' and he goes, 'k so tell mi wat the members namez r in +44' So I go, 'Well, we Travis and I first started this band, it was Carrol Heller, him and I, and then Carrol left to start a family, and Craig and Shane came in a little later, anymore questions, dickhead?' and then his friend goes 'omgz alex u got owned lol' And then I said I had to go.
That was fun, hahh.
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[25 Oct 2006|07:37pm] |
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So today, in English, we got these practise provincal exams.
I am not looking foward to January.
How it works is, you get a theme. And you have to base everything you write on the exam around this theme. Not only that. It's not your standard 1-3 hour exam. It's a FOUR DAY exam. Yep, four days.
And practise one she gave us is SIXTY FREAKIN PAGES.
I think I failed to mention, its worth 40% of your overall mark.
This kind of sucks alot.
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[20 Oct 2006|03:53pm] |
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No It Isn't - +44 |
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http://download.yousendit.com/6AD85B435CD2E669
This is the album and final version of +44's No It Isn't.
The changes areee really good.
Alright, Happy Birthday Austin. Tonight we're going to Brandon for supper. Austins bringing a bunch of friends and I'm forced to go along.
Which leads to me fucking off when I'm done supper. My moms insured my car today [only for a month] so I can leave :) And I'm going to chill with Curtisss.
I dont know what to buy. I already have a white t-shirt, I want to pick up ETID's Gutter Phenomenon and blank cd's. And earrings that match. Haha. Hmm.
I talked to Mrs Ski about that heater today. Hahahah
I'm tired.
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[17 Oct 2006|09:20pm] |
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HUUN HUUR TU |
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Funny story.
So I was looking through ticketmaster.com, and I find this band and I thought the name was funny. Huur Huun Tu: Throat Singers Of Tuva. Haha, matureee.
And then Rachel cracks a joke about wanting to see them. Then Curtis cracks a joke about moshing and shit to them, which leads Curtis to their website: www.huunhuurtu.com
Now, just looking at them made me crack up so bad. Seriously. Ik know it's mean to laugh cause its culture and everything, BUT I COUDN'T HELP IT. Seriously, when Curtis and I are together, the maturityy level is ... rather low.
Now, it gets even better THEY HAVE LIVE VIDEOS! I thought their NAME was funny, I thought they LOOKED funny (one of their albums is my current display picture) and now, they SOUND even funny-er then both of them combined.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVkJ1Bf-QzU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxK4pQgVvfg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85rQuxEk5Lo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXNrs1dS94U
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtnMmYx0vLU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oB3SrxCAxhs
THEY EVEN HAVE WIKIPEDIA: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huun-Huur-Tu
[Curtis] says:
Albums
* 60 Horses In My Herd (1993)
* The Orphan's Lament (1994)
* If I'd Been Born An Eagle (1997)
* Where Young Grass Grows (1999)
* Live 1 (2001)
* Live 2 (2001)
* Best * Live (2001)
* More Live (2003)
* Spirits from Tuva (2003)
[Curtis] says:
we gotta get them all
I'm pretty sure 14hourboner will be doing some huun-huur-tu covers :)
I'm laughing soo hard, I think I'm going to cry. Not even kidding.
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[16 Sep 2006|09:18pm] |
Raped from Rachel:
Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously. Anything. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love -- anything. Be sure to post honestly. Post more than once if you'd like.
Do this especially if you're not on my Friend's List.
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[11 Jul 2006|12:28pm] |
Step 1: Post this into your LJ.
Step 2: Others will reply anonymously about what they really think of you.
Step 3: Smile.
Do it. Do it for me now.
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