all my friends are superheroes (except you)

why ruin a good thing?


so yea, that sums up me. that sums up my actions.
so i made a mistake -- a costly one too.
this sucks...and i'm killing myself (figuratively of course) over it.

sometimes these things are a sign from God, sometimes they're trials and temptations, sometimes they just suck. but i guess its one of those things that i will look back upon in hindsight and be glad that it happened -- be glad that i got something out of it, that i learned something. i've already learned something about myself, about others. but at the moment, i'm not glad that it took this to learn my lesson.

...best summer ever
(note sarcasm)

*sigh*...after all, i am the sighman



emo time:

Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
and covered with a perfect shell,
such a charming beautiful exterior.
This is one time that you can't fake it hard enough to please
everyone or anyone at all.
And the grave that you refuse to leave
the refuge that you've built to flee
the places you have come to fear the most.

-the places you have come to fear the most -- dashboard

...if that's your idea of a good joke, do the world a favour and kill yourself...



thats all i have to say...to sum it up...some faggoty looking dickface sac of crap jerkoff asshole decided he would take a picture of my sister in her car today. what a pervert...i flipped him off double deagle styles. thats the shortened, more condensed, profanity-free version of that story. the one where i REALLY let out my true thoughts and feelings is typed up somewhere else...not here...FAR too offensive.
(basically, we stopped at a red light, that car was turning left, we were going straight. the guy at first laughed, look over at our car...my sister specifically, and pointed...i thought it was nothing...that it was just a coincidence. but then as the light turned green and we just started to move, he whipped out his camera and took a picture with flash (that piece of shit) and well, the rest is history...i spent a while just thinking of all the things i should have done, how i should have reacted, like how i should have given him a good shout, or punched his window, or...SOMETHING but just flip him off, which by the way, he didnt even see... yea, thats the story)

but please, like the title of this blog says, if this is your idea of a good joke, do the world a favour and kill yourself.

...thats the way i actually felt...heres how i SHOULD have dealt with that perverted bastard:

luke 6:27,28: "But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you."

thats hard. its hard when you try, and harder when you don't try.

...stop making it blatantly obvious. you might think that no one sees it, and to a certain extent, you may be right, but i can see it...and its stupid. its ironic. its ironic that you of all people should be like this. way to contradict yourself.

...don't kick a dead horse...because thats all you're doing. you're just rubbing it in now. no need for that crap. lets be mature about this.

way to go.

(not a personal attack, just a heads up)

from season's blog: "i think we are all fantastic actors and actresses when we want to be,"

...to that, i'd like to add "and even when we dont."

things that scare me:

1. starting school next year. the new environment doesn't scare me -- i'll have a blast. but just the idea of school in general. keeping up, learning on my own, raised expectations, numerous hours of class and work... ... ...
2. anything else not mentioned above. (everything outside of school...life itself...all the things we have to deal with on this green earth of ours. EVERYTHING)

sometimes i'm just so insecure.
about everything.

funny things that happened today at waterloo:

1. during one of the workshops in a HUGE lecture hall, a guy walks in, looks around, sees nothing interesting, turns around...and walks right into a wall. the wall wasn't even behind him or anything...it was the one next to him...just how does that happen? i dont know...but i cracked up
2. during the same workshop, one of the students told us about her first year experience...but she was by far, the WORST speaker EVER! and yea, so she made some sort of incoherent super double, triple, quadruple negative sentance that was hilariously stupid. something like "you don't want to not choose a course because you don't not like it, but you should choose a course that you are interested in..." (ish). it was funny. the message was super obvious: choose a course you like...but the delivery was amazing!
3. during another workshop, one of the students spoke like william shatner...that was quite the funny...she couldn't string sentances together, she was clearly reading off a sheet (and not well either) so everything was soooooo broken...yea...my sister and i were laughing.




anyeays, fast forward...got home, then went to jeremy's for the awesomesssst jammmm session ever. robert, mattt, jeremy, and i. we had this one "song" that lasted about...10 minutes ish....it was rediculous!...and then we watched family guy until 1:00.
i dont know what they're doing now...they're still over...probably some sort of sausage fest?...o wells...i wanted to stay...er...i wanted to just sleep on jeremy's basement floor.
...man, i miss them good quality jam sessions.

btw, i HATE...i ABSOLUTELY HATE when people blog about their days, and how things went, what they did, gah. it pisses me off...i like it when people blog about their feelings, thoughts...etc...

o well...i've hopped on the bandwagon!

hopping off soon....really really soon.

sometimes we fight for a lost cause...sometimes its good to hold on to something we know we cannot hold on to. sometimes its good to be optimistic, even if that means being naive. as long as someone is fighting, its not really lost now is it?

...be naive...have hopes, dreams, and in betweens.
pull through despite the ridicule from others -- the payoff will be grand in the end.

once in a while, the optimist becomes the realist.
once in a while, the pessimist becomes not the naive, but the stupid.

once in a while.

(feeling genuinely crappy)

...i thought things were alright between us again...i thought you put it behind you...i know i sure did...why does it have to continue like this?

...wrong again simon, wrong again...

*sigh*

the great divide.

often, we look at the church as the ultimate symbol and epitome of faith. sometimes, this is just not the case. our church is not perfect, and im pretty sure no church out there is perfect. and why is that? if it is the house of God, should it not be perfect and flawless? yes, it is a house of God, however, it is a house of God run by humans - imperfect, flawed,...and well, stupid humans. too often we see problems with the church, the leadership, the way things are run, the things people do, and we turn away from the faith altogether. you have a problem with the church? thats fine and dandy. but keep in mind that when you have a problem with the church, it is a problem with the people. feel like leaving that particular church? fine. feel like leaving the church?...think again.

you may look up to others in the church and they may fail you, they may make mistakes and let you down. don't give up hope, everyone makes mistakes. don't stereotype a faith by those who are the strongest, because even the strongest fall. dont give up becuase someone else did something stupid. don't live your lives by others and their actions...live your life by God, by your faith, by the one true word.

as for the recent turn of events. people make mistakes. that's the bottom line. you live, you learn. you may have your own views, and i may have mine. but let's just put that behind us and be drawn together by the one bigger thing we share.

wow...i think i just missed out on something huge...

i spend too much time just *wondering what could have been*

sitting here...listening to dark side of the moon...starring at the computer screen...thinking...wondering...(probably should pack...but wont)...pondering...

...just playing the what if game.
that game sucks. there are no winners...just losers.

all that is now
all that is gone
all that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon...

jamie's story using a castle, a teddy bear, watermelon, 3 forks, and a pile of feces:
o, so there was a castle, and it was populated with teddy bears. it was governed by 3 forks. one of the forks was actually a spork. the teddy bears were used as workers to grow giant watermelons for the forks. and the spork was in charge of feeding the teddy bears feces.


my story using a rubber chicken, seashells, blizzard, UFO and caffiene:
so one day, a rubber chicken was selling sea shells by the sea shore, when a blizzard came by
it wasnt snowing when the blizzard came...but it was sanding
oh my!
so the rubber chicken took some caffiene pills
but rubber chickens are not suppsed to take caffiene pills
so he fainted
then the sea shells got up and said
"im tired of always being bullied and taken as collectorès items for these rubber chickens"
so they decided to rebel
they each marched two by two towards the unconscious rubber chicken and jumped on it
but of course, this upset the aliens
becuase their main course was rubber chickens
so they could not allow the seashells to attack and subsequently eat the rubber chickens
so they came with their mega death ray of death and sucked up all of the seashells
then they ate the seashells and decided they too were tastey
so instead of relying on a diet of rubber chickens, they decided to eat seashells too
so they remained on the beach
and sold seashells by the sea shore with the rubber chickens
so one day, jamie came along
and wanted to buy one of the seashells
so she bought one
but the aliens inthe UFO got angry that jamie was taking all of their seashells
so they ate her
and thast why, every morning, the sun rises from the east

true story, it happened to a friend of a friend of mine

newsflash!
this just in, jamie sucks!

dear reader, don't be jamie's friend.

so yea...relationships = not my cup of tea.
who'd of thought me...the dating guru...would have problems with...well...relationships? (ok fine...probably all of you...). but yea...so yea... ... no...

would you like to eat an emo emu?

...back by popular demand...

i present you:

Last year, in january I came back home from a long night and then I fell onto the couch immediately after removing my shoes. Then I dozed off. The next thing I noticed, was my dad waking me up to tell me to go upstairs and sleep. But i had chemistry homework to do. I opened up my chemistry, and passed out yet again. I woke up to my dad nagging me to go upstairs. I went upstairs, into my room, and within inches of my bed, passed out once more. I woke up a little while later and decided this time, I would actually make it into my bed. So I went to the washroom to get changed. And then I blanked. I don't remember what happened after that. However, when I snapped out of it, thats when things went awry. Very weird might I add. When I snapped out of it, I found myself standing in front of the toilet. Perfectly normal. I was in my pajamas. Weird becuase I managed to change without even knowing it- but still normal. I was flushing the toilet. Normal. Something was in the toilet. Normal. My clothes were in the toilet. Normal. I mean- abnormal. What? Did that just happen? Yup. That's right. I somehow changed into my pajamas and instead of throwing my clothes into the wash bin, I threw it into the toilet and tried to flush it down. WOW. The funny thing was, when I realized what I was doing, I sill kept trying to flush. But to no avail. It wouldn't go down. That was a good thing. So I just took the clothes out and threw them into the wash pile and went to sleep. When I woke up, I assumed it was all a dream. That was until my sister said something like "Simon, why is the washroom floor all wet?". I went over, saw a giant puddle protruding from the wash bin and I thought to myself: oh crap. That was real?.Well, clearly it was. It was weird. When I told my friends, many thought I was drunk or stoned (becuase you know, that's something I would do *note sarcasm*) but I told them I wasn't and that made the story all the more weird, yet fascinating.

thats it.moral of the story: When you're tired, go to sleep or bad things will happen