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Friday, September 7th, 2001
10:09 pm - humming the pink panther.
nothin' fancy here.

it's been awhile. i'm making it short anyway. lazy schmazy.

learned how to play the pink panther song! lovin' that. not too sure on the timing, but i think i've got it right. just trying to draw on that from what i remember from the song... it's been ages since i've heard it, and i haven't gotten around to downloading it.

had a cappucino today, for the first time. what can i say? fucking delicious. and the caffeine... i must have been buzzing all day, because i feel completely wiped right now. i don't think i'll be having those every day before school. too rich. i'd rather go with coffee.

songwriting is coming along nicely. i still have yet to finish a song. not so much the laziness that's standing in the way. i would rather not rush something that comes out much better naturally.

school... here's the situation with this notorious institution: well, at first i was very annoyed that i didn't get drama class since i had to wait until this year until it was available to me. this was made even worse when i discovered that it was now available to the lower grades. whatta bitch. oh well. right now, though, having had a day or two to cool off, i've realized that i have kickarse classes. two relatively easy computer course, and math and chem. then next semester only two classes and, hopefully, i'll get a double co-op. it works out nicely. i'm very content. but right now i'm drained. fucking drained. i guess i'll sleep well tonight.

the Iron Chef is on right now. excellent japanese cooking show. i've been watching it for probably a year now.

punk rock is big with me right now. check out the band under 'current music' i have here. grade. good guys. great music.

current mood: drained

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Wednesday, August 22nd, 2001
11:47 pm - I used to want to be an astronaut.
I used to daydream of being in the cockpit of the space shuttle, grinning to myself. I would be grinning because I figure, that would be my facial expression if I ever got as far as that. Feeling the jolt of lift-off would shoot me up with adrenaline, and I would complain about all the shaking. As we would ascend into the upper atmosphere, slowly climbing toward the immense void, the dimensions of which would turn your brain into a frothy milkshake full of neurons and such, if you tried to think about it too hard. Clearing the atmosphere, acquiring that first glimpse of the blue-green marble from so high up, my jaw would drop. My eyes would bulge. My mind would process the emotion of the moment into something that would come out of my mouth in the form of something like, "Wow." On the way to the moon, assuming the space program would still run missions to the moon, however it doesn't matter because it's my dream, I would brim with anticipation at the thought of my first step on a new world. I can only imagine that this is what Armstrong felt when he took that historic first step. We would land on the moon's surface without incident, put our gear on, step out, and go for a hell of a walk. Soaking in everything, I would be overwhelmed with a feeling of awe. I would feel like a person, viewed from 30,000 feet. And I would never want to leave.

current mood: mellow

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Monday, August 20th, 2001
1:30 am - a wonderful way to die
I was over at my friend Josh's place something like two weeks ago, and we rented a whole slew of vampire movies. And the best one (Shadow of the Vampire), we didn't even get to! But all the same...

There's a part in Dracula 2000 where this guy, whose name I don't remember and its inconsequential to what I'm bringing up anyway, is surrounded by three hot vampire chicks. Now, what shook me was that he fuckin' fought them off! I was laughing and I was also like, "oh man, you're a fucking idiot", at the same time. I can think of NO better way to die than by the hands of three fucking hot vampire chicks. Had I been in the same position as our 'friend', here, I would've gotten all into it. It would've been great, because if you think about it, how often is it that you're in the company of three beautiful women who want to suck on your neck?

current mood: blank

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Sunday, August 19th, 2001
2:48 am - Satellite Kicker
drifting on a current of black
singing to the radio waves i caught today
feeling like a creator, a master lego builder
i'm an anarchist alien tomorrow
but today i'm just a satellite kicker

jet thrusters on full
this motherfuckers gonna fly

a skull n' crossbones on my helmet
a space suit i stole from my russian friend
that i painted neon orange and green
and a plastic light-saber
to complete my renegade jedi outfit

the networks didn't see me coming
with my spiked shoes
the government had no advanced warning
i'm a bug on their radar
i made a funny face at hubble

i'm a treat for the discovery channel
and a nightmare for mtv

current mood: apathetic

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Saturday, August 18th, 2001
12:26 am - The Prime Minister wears a banana peel hat!
He does! 'Tis true! I sawz it for meself!

I have a dream. This dream has called itself 'Bananacram'. What is Bananacram, you ask? Why, I'll tell you what it is.

I envision a future with one more holiday. A holiday so bizarre that only a fuckhead like me could think it up (or other, similiar fuckheads). This holiday is called Bananacram. Bananacram works like this: for the one minute following 12:00 PM, people stuff as many unpeeled bananas into their mouth as humanly possible. They also must devise some clever way of eating all those bananas in their mouth since it is absolutely forbidden to spit out any bit of banana that has been consumed. Then, for the rest of the day they wear the banana peels on their head.

current mood: giddy

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Tuesday, August 14th, 2001
11:41 pm - The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
I thought about dishing out a bunch of bullshit about the rebuilding of the planet being corporate-sponsored, just decided to fuck it in favour of something else. This something else will reveal itself now:

I came up with a great idea for a book today! I fully intend on beginning the writing process in the next few days. I'm weary about sharing my idea in a public area such as this, so I won't. But, I will say that it is going to have a whole lot of murder in it. Not in that stupid, regular sort of murder-mystery or Friday the 13th kinda shit, sense. More of a sardonic humour to it, the murders I mean. I expect the book itself to be pretty humourous, but I suppose we'll see about that. Sufficed to say, it's original, and I should have fun writing it!

I've also got the basic structures of two songs laid out in front of me - chords, lyrics, all that - and I am, in the next few days, going to combine them into a solid... blah... song. I'm quite excited! I bought my acoustic guitar going on almost a year ago now, and I've finally arrived at this stage of songwriting. Of course, I've been writing lyrics for much longer, but lately, this summer in particular, I've become more concise with my writing. I hope to continue on that path in the future.

I picked up a book the other day by one of my favourite authors, Douglas Adams (author of "Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy"), entitled "The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul". So far, it's really good. I highly recommend it, as well as the entire "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Series", which is a total of 5 books.

My my. It's been such a great day for me. I'm also bidding on an Atari 7800 system right now on ebay. I am NOT leaving without that fucker. I'll pay up to a hundred bucks! I don't care! I know it won't cost me that much, but that's what I'm willing to pay. If I win that, well, I'll walk with a smile on my face all day!

end transmission. . .

current mood: content

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Monday, August 13th, 2001
12:18 am - a first entry: just to establish a presence
I think this is one of those days where I really don't have much to say. One of those days where I just stick around so people know I'm alive and kicking. I have my reasons. Should I share? Maybe later. For now, (and I remind you this was "just to establish a presence") I leave you with a little something I call:

Confinement

in a small box all that I hear is
the sound of myself breathing
all I can see is determined
by the hole in the side
and once a day someone
pokes me with a broomhandle
to make sure I'm still alive
I've never dreamed of escape

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