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Friday, July 7th, 2006
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1:06 pm - hello higher learning!
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Fall Schedule
Monday
1830 - 2120 GART 1C00 D02 Section 07 Studio
Tuesday
0930 - 1100 LBST 1D01 D01 Section 05 Liberal Studies
Wednesday
0830 - 1120 GART 1B04 D02 Section 03 Studio
1830 - 2120 GART 1C00 D02 Section 07 STU2
Thursday
0930 - 1020 LBST 1D01 D01 Section 05 TUT 24
1200 - 1320 LBST 1D01 D01 Section 05 LST2
1515 - 1805 GART 1B05 D02 Section 09 Studio
Winter Schedule
Monday
1200 - 1450 GART 1B08 D03 Section 01 Studio
Tuesday
0930 - 1100 LBST 1D01 D01 Section 05 Liberal Studies
1200 - 1450 GART 1B06 D03 Section 01
Wednesday
1200 - 1450 GART 1B14 D03 Section 02 Studio
Thursday
0930 - 1020 LBST 1D01 D01 Section 05 TUT 24
1200 - 1320 LBST 1D01 D01 Section 05 LST2
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| Friday, June 30th, 2006
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12:18 am
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my fake best friend is a faggot and a liar
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| Monday, June 26th, 2006
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10:40 am - Olympic Island and boxing day
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| Thursday, June 22nd, 2006
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8:51 am - rough draft
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This summer:
_go running
_go painting
_go train (learn how to read the schedule)
_start an online portfolio
_GET G1
_get leopard print tattoo, get lip disked, get neck enlogated, get nipple re-aligned, get hymen re-constructed
_work
_picnic
_high park (or low park or sea level park would be okay too)
_star gaze
_drive in movie
_make memories
_find a bigger and better hill
_stop friending dead weights
_read 20 big people books
_collect something specific
_write letters to the twins
_write fewer letters to Edward Norton
_and buy stuff
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| Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006
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12:20 am - It's likely the last time I'll be taking a legitimate English course, or any course for that matter
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So I'm doing an essay on The Wars, which is canadian historical fiction (for those who don't know or care to know, although I don't know what would posses you to desire this kind of useless, utterly useless, knowledge) which is the most deplorable piece of shit I've been instructed to read as course material to this day.
Timothy Findley is a faggot, quite literally, figuratively, and in the most socially destructive/derrogatory way possible. Supposedly our hero or anti hero (I couldn't verify, as I haven't closely examined much beyond the prologue) is a closet homo. He also gets his face burned off for saving a bunch of horses and I hate him for that too because that makes him a bigger homo for liking horses enough to look like black Eggo for life (assuming all burn victims resemble burnt breakfast pastry). What offends me most about Timothy Findley is that he exists/existed. For someone to have AIDS and to die of unrelated causes is fucking cowardly. It makes him even less of a man than he is an accomplished writer, that should speak/read volumes. What a Father fucker (I thought I'd put that in for good measure, being that Findley's gay in all respects or direspects as I should put it). I hope he isn't prolific.
In lighter news, Laguna Beach marathon was a rip off. I know ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) purplejamies was anticipating the awesome Laguna soundtrack. Needless to say we've all been terribly mislead because marathon these days means five hours of re-runs, and an additional five hours of having to watch a re-run of re-runs played previous to that. I soldiered on by watching the entire marathon. It's a great show and a successful case study.
In even lighter news, Saturday night was pretty hilarious thanks to a run in with the police in the dead of night also thanks to Jeremy's awesome timing! So what if it was like 20 asian kids, A token white guy and an M.I.A. Greek guy,(some of whom were at least regaining shadows of an ounce of sobriety) in a parking lot, and so what if the pigs find booze planted under Jeremy's Audi (this part is true, some fucker in the lot really did frame us), Golly!. Kids will be kids. After about half an our of "You guys are shitting me... Do I look stupid to you?... I am a redheaded whore rookie cop with nothing better to do" the background checks were done and we went to Teddy's and sat.
So I'm retiring from my 15 minute hiatus to whip this essay into shape. I love you internet, my fountain of plagiarism.
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| Monday, May 15th, 2006
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2:36 pm - Sigur Ros, again
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Sigur Ros gave me epilepsy. photos courtesy of Alex
On saturday we had dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory. We had an awesome waiter who gave us carbonated water to battle Angela's "leakage".
I guess it looks like I'm molesting her or something.
This Friday, Me, Christy and Ashley are seeing Islands. We're going to dine at the Only French Restaurant In Chinatown, if that is possible.
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| Monday, March 20th, 2006
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9:44 pm - !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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current music: fancy claps ; wolf parade
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| Wednesday, November 9th, 2005
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1:53 pm
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i'm anticipating the release of Get Rich or Die Trying (Tryin'?).
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| Monday, September 12th, 2005
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11:05 pm - today is monday.
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So lately, I've been tits deep in contemplation---reevaluating my choices (as prescribed by my life coach ). I can tell you what I don't have: an appetite for success. I do however have an appetite for curry. It's a throbbing pain in the ass when it comes to realizing that I don't have a legitimate career path. None whatsoever.
Today I wore brown pants. Under certain lighting and at certain altitudes I'm a size two. My brown pants, which I will dub Leroy for the sake of personification, arrived in my hands a two. After a few wears and washes, they have miraculously transformed into an estimated 8. Although I usually favour plummer butt over the full coverage look donned by more conservative types, I'm going to have to side with the issue of practicality over my desire to flaunt my vertical smile. And because I had to go to my place of employment after school, it was a pain in the ass having to restrain myself and Brown Pants. So all in all, I wish I wore a belt today.
Post script,
holy whore vagina, i'm seeing sigur ros on the 19th, and treking to new york at the end of october. Glorious.
current mood:  hmm
current music: modern art - art brut
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| Wednesday, May 18th, 2005
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5:45 pm
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lol @ people getting worked up over student government
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| Sunday, February 6th, 2005
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7:48 pm
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My iPod's name is Ephraim.
We like to hold hands.
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| Wednesday, January 19th, 2005
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3:12 pm - Hetherington's manifesto.
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| Monday, November 22nd, 2004
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9:12 pm
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Me: I'm having a lot of trouble saying bequeathed. I keep saying "Queef"
Wadsworth: You know where you hear a lot of queefs? Yoga class.
And then the dear and docile evrett slade's face explodes into many words.
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| Thursday, September 30th, 2004
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6:09 pm - Travelling home from the Distillery,
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( I know you want to )
Does it make me a bad person to wish that this event resulted in an explosision of some sort?
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| Friday, July 23rd, 2004
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4:56 pm
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| Tuesday, April 20th, 2004
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8:22 pm - a few words in the english language;
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ones that I'm not particularly fond of:
1. Moist
2. Ointment
3. Engorged
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