FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY

Weekend Wrap-Up. WWU.

Friday: Matthew suggested we watch a scary movie, which I had no problem with. He suggested 'The Hills Have Eyes". It turned out to be weird and disgusting rather than scary. Like the mutants raping the girl... that was weird. So we shut it off 1/4 into the movie and watched "A Walk to Remember". SUPS cute.

Saturday: Picked carpet for the stairs, vinyl tile stuff for the kitchen/dining area/bathroom/laundry room, and picked my mama a new douvet cover (800 thread count) and sheets (650 thread count). I've heard they feel amazing. Then went to Matthews to visit with his family BUT they were at a BBQ, so we played settlers of catan. And watched the worst movie, Highlander, though it was funny in some parts.

Sunday: Church. Bought a piece of furniture. Bought my mama a bed frame. Assembled the bed frame. Went to Matthews for the evening. ALMOST won settlers of catan. Watched a football movie... I'm failing to remember the name... oh. Remember the Titans. SUPS good. Raced to Chantals and talked and ate food with the girls. Wrote 365 memories for Kwi. Drove home went to bed at 2am. Woke up at 7am for work... I guess that would be Monday not Sunday.

Monday: Drove home went to bed at 2am. Woke up at 7am for work. Dropped my car off at the mechanics. Took my mama to work. Sped to work. Got there on time. Win. I guess Monday isn't considered the weekend.

ttfn.

H.

B&W

Im planning my non-existent wedding. No big deal.


Go check out my Style Board where I have most of the stuff I want for this non-existent wedding :)

WHAT IS UP! Looks good eh? Just imagine everything in Black & White. So that cute lil pink cake would actually have black ribbon and white carnations instead of the pinkiness. And the photo frames would just be white and maybe black ribbon... Not too sure, I did'nt think about that. And the ceremony backdrop in the top left corner would just be giant fake white flowers not yellow... :) Im proud of it.
ttfn.

H.

Settlers of Catan

The secret to winning or coming very close to winning Settlers of Catan is....

I have already written a large guide to the game and the tips/strategies I used and almost won with. BUT I think I am going to hold on to that information until I win a game or two because I wouldn't want Matthew knowing my strategies and then using them against me. So maybe, if I go over today and win, I'll release this precious information. Maybe. Maybe not.


ttfn.


H.

Weekend Wrap Up

NIGGERS BLEED!

NIGGERS DON'T BLEED!!!!!!!

 

What?


Yes.


What did you do this weekend? Oh, I had a rollercoaster of epic times and sour ass times. Friday we went to the fucking worst concert ever. Then again it was compared with Lady Gaga, Jonas Brothers, and City and Colour. So they had some humongously huge shoes to fill. They didn't even get their toes into those shoes.

Saturday. Omg what did we do Saturday???? Um... WEDDING!!! Almost forgot about that... I was a nervous wreck, she was a nervous wreck, everyone was a nervous wreck BUT all went smoothly. I wore a dress that made me look 30. FYI Im not 30. Then went to the waterpark and lounged in the wave pool, that was a killer workout. Then we went to Boston Pizza (Lounge!!!!!!) because we are 18 and can do that. But neither of us drank in the lounge, just ate the most beautiful succulent buffalo chicken sandwich. By that time it was near 10:15 and the party wasnt to start until 10:30. Being responsible, mature adults we got in my car and... went to McDonalds to grab my fine boy a large Coke for his mickey of luke warm Captain Morgan. YUM. We parked infront of the McDonalds and I force fed him the concoction. The kid made me go for a walk because I would not open the windows, for fresh air, there were so many damn skeeters coming in. During this short walk Mattchew in the process of intoxicating himself dropped the remainders of his concoction. How embarrassing. Then we went to the bar. I think it would have been a way better time if I was also intoxicated. Oh well, I still had a decent first time at the bar. Then we came home and passed out from exhaustion due to the swimming we had done prior to the bar. Slept like a log.

Sunday, Bloody Sunday. Just joking. Not bloody. Went to church, came home, played xbox, Matt came over, watched Moulin Rouge, watched Valentines Day, listened to music, Matt left, drove Mission and Cole to the movies, went to Matts house because he had my ID and bank card, was forced to stay, learned to play Settlers of Katan, drove home, wrote blog.


Yupp. Now I work.


ttfn.

H.

POST Concert

FUCKING WORST CONCERT OF MY LIFE!


That was not music. That was noise created by drunken bastards and sold to teens, adults, fat chicks to make them feel different from the rest of the world. Maybe its because I went to an arts school that I know what real talent is. Maybe Im the different one in the world. But that music did not stir a passion within me. Good music stirs a passion in you to want to make music. That was shit. A timeless classic is Moulin Rouge. I can watch that movie everyday of my life and feel good. A fucking passion fucking stirred in my heart. It is beautiful music, Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor are beautiful. All Time Low has no talent. Theyre fucking voices, when they spoke, sounded like chickmunks. WTF??? Like nasel-ey, but then they sang and it possibly dropped a few octaves. Matthew kindly pointed out that they were similar to the Jonas Brothers. Fuck no. The opposite process occurs to the JB. They talk low and sing high. I cant even describe how or how All Time Lows voices did that shit. Unexplainable. Seriously unexplainable. Not even magical unicorn piss could explain this.


Good luck making top 40 assholes. You made me deaf.

Day Beta

Bitchez be hatin'!!!!!!!!!!


No, I am kidding. But where I left off was that Harry ruined my childhood. While my mom indirectly ruined my childhood by marrying the bastard. But I don't blame or have any hatred towards her, she was too weak to realize the damage she was causing. Oh well, the past is in the past.


His random anger outbreaks ranged from exploding at you for not removing your footwear, putting the groceries in the wrong places (but how were we supposed to know where to put them???). The list only gets longer and more tenious to write, he got angry for too many random things. I bet he didnt like children. I bet that was the problem. And to fuel that anger he was partipating in parenting six children, three that didnt even like him to begin with and made it their personal job to make his life miserable. Final conclusion: Harry did/does not like children.

When he finally started to show that aggression toward my mothern thats was it! I still hold an extremely strong resentment towards him for living. To prove my point, whenever I am driving I cringe at the roadkill, feeling sympathetic towards it. Now, if Harry was to die in a murder or just plain natural death I would feel rejoiced, relief, nothing related to sorrow or sadnesss of his death. I have no relations to him and continue to daily forget of his existence in my life. Straight resentment.

SO. Summer. 2011. Not as good as last summer. Last summer was the shizzzz. But because of Matthew this summer hasnt been as crappy as it could have been. THANKS MATTCHEW. Summary of this summer has been work, Captain America (not that good), Capital Ex, Heritage Festival, Pembina River float, EXTREME SUNBURN, perm, BC, All Time Low concert (tonight), and west ed waterpark (tomorrow). Oh and Angelas wedding, which I am reading a Catholic prayer in...

For Angela and Dale on this day of great joy:

For the grace to preserve in love, cherish each other in all things, and share their love generously with all those whom they encounter. We pray to the Lord.

Response.

For all married couples, called to show to the world God’s faithfulness in their love and tenderness for each other, and for couples who are struggling to love each other. We pray to the Lord.

Response.

For the safety of travelers and hospitality for all who seek refuge. We pray to the Lord.

Response.

For all of us gathered here called to grow in love for the human community and use our gifts to build a better world. We pray to the Lord.

Response.

For the members of Angela and Dales families who have died, and for those who feel their absence most keenly at this time of joy. We pray to the Lord.

Response.

Oh yeah, its going to be a great wedding. And to make things better I have to be at the wedding rehearsal, NOT FUN! But then after I will speed home, change my shirt, apply more make-up, apply perfume AND LOOK HOTT. Because the love of my life and his brother are picking me up and we are going to a concert. This is a big deal because I havent seen him for two weeks. He was retarded and took a job offer that brought him to ft mac to set up offices (like the big desks and fancy office chairs). And that lead him to work a week. Then the weekend. Then the following week. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Resulting in me not seeing him for two weeks. Now I get to spend the night with him... And his brother.

ttyl.

H.

Day Alpha

This is the life of us.
This was our life.
How our lives began.

Here we are.

Hi. You’re probably going to think we are insane, and we very much are. Except the one and only moi. Let me introduce you all to the stars of the show: Tara, Sylvia, Ryanne, Trinity, and Mission. Maybe if we have time I’ll tell you about Faith and Harry, they are a much longer story…

Tara

My mother, half of my being, my 23 chromosomes. So you would think I’d be a little like her, the only common thing we have is our hair colour. Which I am not complaining about. But I find her a little nutty, she doesn’t have a good realistic outlook on the world. She’s a thinker, and when I say thinker she thinks of good (out of the box) ideas but never has the follow through to complete or start those ideas. For example she starts home renovation projects throughout our home and doesn’t finish them!!! Our stairs have been shredded wood for the last 2 years! Not to mention the half painted living room!!! Oh and one of my favorites, my bedroom door doesn’t have a handle! There is a small fist sized hole (where a handle should be), and to open and close my door I must put my fingers into it and manually close it. She's a mess.

Sylvia

Animal, ADD,  Fighter. Sylvia is the stereotypical teenager. She fights to the death, even when it is so plainly obvious that she is wrong, she’ll fight to the end. Scratch your eyes out and whip you with her sharp tongue. Yet, we get along the best. While only two years apart, we commonly gang up on the other children and disown them to our fullest efforts. Sylvia is the most like my mom, because of her insanity and nuttiness but she is not as big of a mess. We are the type of sisters that will be chilling like bffs, then fighting for the next half hour, then stop fighting and go back to chilling like bffs. We have a weird relationship.  Once she locked herself out of her room (BECAUSE SHE HAS A LEGITIMATE DOOR HANDLE W/ A LOCK!!!!) but her room is on the second story and at the front of the house. So she took a ladder to the front of the house climbed up, got on the roof, opened her window and BAM! problem solved. She takes action and does not stand around for someone to fix her problems.

          "Did you know water is heavier than air?"

"Where's the cougar???"

On top of being a total maniac, she is one of the only people on this planet that can make me laugh whenever she wants.

Ryanne

Brat, Greedy Mofo, Loves to snuggle with me. Ryanne is the youngest of us three, inherently allowing her to be greedy and annoying. Lucky. She loves to fight, just like Sylvia. Also likes to be the center of attention, unfortunately she is the youngest and hasn’t completed a lot in her wee life span. She can’t compete with my life achievements. Not so lucky after all. But to compensate for this she likes to be ditsy, or maybe she actually is ditsy, attracting more attention to her and causing more people to laugh at her. Anyways, enough bashing the poor girl, something we like to do together is snuggle on the couch and watch tv/movies. I don’t know why we do it but its calming and nice to know we actually can tolerate each other.

"Hey, that's my shelf!"

"You didn't notice it before, why should it matter? You have two shelves."

"I paid for them! I want $100."

"Hahaha I'll give you $10 because that's how much I think they're worth"

See. She's a Greedy Mofo.

Trinity

Asian, Step-sister, SUPER. ASS. I thought that would be humorous and it is. Trin is kind of weird, like Sylvia, but not (its hard to explain). It’s a flaw of hers but other than that she’s decent. She looks like an average asian girl but shes not. She's completely white-washed. She should be caucasian. A banana. A twinkie. WHITE-WASHED. Anyways, our families moved in together when I was in grade 5 or 6, it was difficult because it was too fast of a move since my parents divorced like 3 months before my mom started to see another mad, and moved him and his children into a house with us. TOO FAST. Just too damn fast. Never liked the guy either but hey my mom wasn’t about to listen to her children and what they felt, she was too concerned with her own happiness. Whatever, if I have time I’ll rant on Harry and Faith and what they did to our family.

Mission

I don’t talk too much to Mission on a personal level. We’re buds. I am his stand in for an older sibling, not to mention an older brother. He lives with 4 girls in the house, he’s the only male. Poor kid. Mission is pretty quiet, not too out going, but we like to spend hours together playing Xbox. We prefer the killing games of COD and Battlefield. NO BIG DEAL. We get in the zone and that’s why we don’t engage with each other on a deeper insightful level because once we get in the zone nothing around us matters. We’re in the game. I’m his man. Even though I’m not a man…

I have time for a little update on Harry and Faith. Faith was another step-sibling but she's a little mental/crazy. She's suicidal and hurts herself. It was awful. She would act out and cause a lot of family stress. So eventually she blew up and left to go live with her grandma. I think it was for the best, and I am positivie everyone thinks it aswell. I personally haven't seen her for more than a year, I can't remember what she looks like. She was only a year younger than me. But she was socially awkward so we never really hung out.

Harry. HOLY BALLS. He ruined 7 years of my life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My mom married him when I was in gr 8. And since then he was abusive, mentally and physically. To everyone in the household. Even his own children. I'll elaborate tomorrow, works done and so I must go home.

H.