cucumber's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Newtorked. I am officially on my computer! Kick ASS! I networked my computer to my Dad's and now there's Internet access on my computer! Of course, Brad and Rezo helped me, but you know, I did it. hehe. 23:09 - 08 November 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A wretch like me Ahh, how better to start off an entry with yet another magnificent test, this time courtesy of yma. Which Kid in the Hall Are You?
Ewwww. I got the ugly one. I wanted to be Dave Foley. Dave Foley is so cute! I don't know if he's better as a woman or man. I mean, the Russian hooker character - come on. So anyway, listening to Jeff Buckley and Leonard Cohen mp3s of Hallelujah (not to mention the Ani DiFranco mp3 I got of Amazing Grace) has turned me into a buddhist or something and I've decided to just ignore the bitch and hope it goes away. Like I did with my friend Anastasiya. Except she wasn't a bitch and I just kinda forgot to call her and look, it's been a year now. I got re-reviewed and got a 98 or 99. Yes. My goal was to get 100 (hence the imood, the proper layout, the favourite links and such) but you know, can't beat 'em all. I don't know is it's a 98 or 99, because the reviewer gave me 98 total points but then says "99/100" so yeah. I think they should give me like 5 extra Lex points for giving out all the templates they see. Because like 77% of the diaries that place reviews nowadays is a Lex Design. So I deem my score actually a 103. Damn, I've got Jeff Buckley on my headphones and he's distracting me, everytime he hits a high note I lose my train of thought. So I met Xenia at the coffee shop yesterday, and we chilled around there for a few hours, but when we started to feel ourselves losing brain cells we came back to my house. We hot boxed my room with a huge joint, then went out for pizza. When we got back, Gavin calls, and soon after Caspar, Colin, and Gavin were in my room and we were smoking another huge joint. All of us were completely blitzed, even Caspar had tears in his eyes, and weird things went down. Gavin forgot his glasses at my place, though. Whoops. Today Rezo came over for a few hours but my Dad made us go over to Future Shop and buy network cards and stuff to network the computer in my room to my parents' computer. So we did that, then Rezo magically fixed the sound card in my computer, and we smoked a few joints and he left. My Dad gave Rezo like two dimes to "thank" him for helping us with the computer. Oh, wow, I've run out of things to say so soon? I'm listening to Nirvana right now. All Apologies. That should give you an idea of how blank my mind is now. One week till my birthday! I love birthdays. And I mean it: birthdays just feel so magical to me. I guess for me, it's because my birthday is only one month before Christmas, so the last two months of the year are just bonus for me. Two months of presents! I love it. Plus, I've always wanted to be older. Ever since I had a Grade one/Grade two split class and I used to watch the "older" kids and wish I were "older." So, every year I get older. This year really counts though, because it's my legal year! I finally get to go out and shake booty. You know how I love shaking booty. After this year, I'll probably hate birthdays and the idea of getting old. But this year is all about the glory! Which means it'll be disappointing and lame. Hah. Oh, Pulp went ahead and released a new album yesterday without bothering to tell me. Luckily, my FTP sources did not fail me, and provided me with a complimentary mp3 copy of the album and let me tell you: it is perfect. Bear in mind that I first heard most of these songs while standing in a field in England at Reading 2000, and as such these songs hang much sentimentality around my neck. On top of that, they're Pulp, and Pulp makes me think of Sam. Surely the hoopla surrounding the album and its inevitable tour will send me back emailing Sam quicker than you can say "She is dying tonight." But it's a good album, all happy and uplifting. It was originally called Pulp Love Life, but the events of September 11th made them change it to We Love Life? Sure, why not. How sweet the sound. 04:04 - 08 November 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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