Yeah, Mark from Blacklisted says I "have" to go to Cradle Of Filth and get drunk with him. But $35? I dunno.

And didn't I already post that Hollywood Ending show on here??? Maybe not. But I thought I did.

sweet ass concerts to check out if your name is Michael "Chunger" Chung.

Cradle of Filth
Dec 3 @ Shaw - $35

Drive By Punch w/ The Hollywood Ending & Down East Day
Friday Dec 10
@ New City

Tay, I don't have the apostrophe problem, but my sources inform me that it exists in IE. I'll get to it when I have easy access to that browser, but for now I just blame microsoft. Also, was this the picture?

I guess the sarcasm is hard to pick up on when it's followed by a dressing down about supporting your friends and not trading in your shitty Sloan CD for a good one. As for security, for Canadians, anyway, I didn't notice much difference in security between Edmonton's airport and the two I visited in the States. Apart from having to take my shoes off at security, and the warnings over the intercom about unattended baggage being destroyed, I didn't notice much difference at all. Not to say they haven't become a little overzealous since the September 2001, but it isn't as bad as we seem to think.

Oh, and that zoomquilt is fucking awesome.

you know I was being sarcastic too, right?
I love how useless computers and the internet are with the nuances of communication. and I fucking hate smileys, so what else was I supposed to do? I figured the rolling eyes statement more or less made it apparent... but perhaps not.

Hey Tay, d'you wanna 'burn' that old cd yourself? if you really really want to... I mean, I've seen cds shatter into hundreds of really sharp pieces and come flying at my face, but never burn... might be interesting... and... if you pour solvent on them, the finish melts away and you lose the cd too... learned that one while I painted four summers ago... four summers ago? holy shit. I don't like being this old. It's weird. and really, what's next? um, already got a degree, um... grad school? not just yet... work? I don't really want to... so what? I'm not at all interested in "settling down" hmm... travel! maybe.

But if the US starts fingerprinting everyone, man, it's going to make going some places REALLY difficult. fucking americans, I can't believe they feel that strongly about every single foreigner coming into their country (and I know, it's not all Americans, it's really their government, but ultimately the people voted for them... so really...). why don't they just close the borders? aside from my friends down there, I can find hundreds of more interesting people, adventures and destinations than any of those that exist in the states. plus I won't have to worry about living in the shadow of W.

Don't worry Tay this whole life I live is my punishment. I obviously killed too many people in a past life, now its coming back to punish me...

Ok, Face

You now owe Radiohead 24 x $4.02 = $96.48

Thanx for quoting :)

Well, on the upside... this is the coolest use of artwork and flash programming EVER. It makes me a little happier out of it's sheer coolness.

Right now Radiohead best sums up how I'm feeling:

"You do it to yourself, it's true. You and no one else. You do it to yourself. You do. And that's what really hurts."

I just hope the rest of you learn my lesson. Because I'm and idiot and I guarantee you that I sure as fuck won't.

Well Paras, I'm glad you asked, and the answer is: I faked it. That's how. Damn bots all over the web scouring for your e-mail address so they can send you more junk mail. Gotta be careful of that kinda garbage these days y'know.

And as karma would have it, one of my pets is now dead. It figures.

Don't do an assignment worth 40% of my mark, skip all my classes which I desperately need to attend, speak outright sacrilege in front of a pastor, fool people on a fake online test, somehow end up not paying for a meal which I should've paid for, bum a ride off people without paying gas money, and not only am I hurting myself enough as it is by doing these things, but I somehow manage to go and hurt my own pets with my apparently shitty caretaking skills. FUCK.

Sweet justice, I suppose. Oh how it stings. Sometimes I really do hate myself for bringing so much shit upon myself. I'll say it again because it's all I can think of saying: FUCK.