spoiled chinese girl

That's right boys and girls. Tis time for me now to go to the vunderful land of sleepy-headed-ness, while I have a throbbing right helix that is NOT happy I attempted to dye my hair an unnatural colour (or ANY colour for that matter). Yes, and tomorrow will consist of a lot of driving. Hopefully in the right direction. And some fun-ner stuff. I just realized I can't wear my TT plugs if I want to put my glowsticks in my ears. meh whateva. I am packing like a f***ing shitload of stuff to Tweed. And I'm only staying the one night too! You'd think I was moving there permentantly! (Although it does sound tempting the way Glider goes on about how cheap the land is and how it's still good access & such. For the love of f***, I can afford a little chunk of Tweed meself if it wern't for property taxes, and the fact I can't exactly live in a tent while I'm there!

Anyways. Catch'ya'll on the flipside, and in other news, HA HA to you who aren't going!

For the past week that Ive actually been posting updates (well today being the most out of all of them) that people notice because Im on the front page again, I have to take a step back when people actually reply to what I say. Its f***ing freaky, after 3 months of being a totally anonymous poster & all, it's just WEIRD to have people run over and comment on what Ive written, or when I get all emo & shit they're all messaging me to make me smile and keep me happy.

So let me re-iterate. Im going to Tweed to have fun. I am going to maybe learn how to ride an ATV, and maybe sled my ass off a barn roof. I am going to pick up BMEshop orders that Ive made for myself. I am going to hang out with people I havent seen in days, weeks or months. I am going to meet people Ive never met before. Hopefully while there I will find someone to share my hotel room with. And when the day is done, I am there to ring in the New Year.

Note to self: I need more glowsticks.

I'm only going to tweed now, because I told people I would drive them, and because I have stuff to pick up for others that can't make it. Other than that, everything that could have been anything has fallen through, and I would gladly give up my seat to the BBQ for marty if I could since more people want him there anyways. Only my parents insurance doesn't cover him driving.

And people wonder why I'd been laying so f***ing low for the past 4 months.

And in that dream, I was arguing with my parents (that's why I thought this dream was so real) So I was telling them how I wanted to move out. (And I do) And that I found someone to move in with. And I pretty much have. And they wouldn't let me. Which is also real. And I have my mom going about how she wants to buy a new car, and I get her car so I can drive myself to school. I remember this being real life as well. Anyways, in the end, I ended up “Running Away” as it were, on my bike, from Markham to Toronto, and I ended up trying to meet up with someone in a parking lot, of course it was only 3pm and said person doesn't leave until 6pm. Oh, and while trying to ride my bike into the parking lot, I somehow miss the “entrance” and end up riding my bike right through a store. I felt like an idoit. I was hanging around, and these offical-people were talking about these kids playing basketball and other such sports, because the parking lot somehow turned into the parking lot of the projects just a block north that one of my ex-friends lives at. And I ended up recognizing my old friend from highschool Lauren, and we got to talking, and then my parents pull up in a god-awful van and were telling me to get in and bring my bike in with me. I didn't want to, they wouldn't co-operate with what I wanted so I just rode off, into some park in Toronto that doesn't have a name (but I'd recognize it, I swear. It does exist.) And I sat there, they actucally found me even though there was all this construction on all the roads I was on, I was even able to hop from the road to the sidewalk without any problems. And I went to call the person I was susposed to meet on my cell phone, and woke up. And when I realized I was sleeping, I then checked because my cell phone was in my hand, but it'd turned off so I was ok and not really dialing someone. (I've done that before)

Why I'm telling you this is beyond me. All it's saying is, I need to get the hell out of my parents house and on my own again. Only my parents call me crazy for wanting to move out. I'm going nuts.

My cousins from San Francisco (sp?) came to Toronto a few days ago, on the 20th I think. Or they were supposed to. My uncle had the bright idea of having them lug an automatic vacuum cleaner that's about 3″ high and maybe 15-18″ in diameter. My cousins got stopped at the San Francisco airport and detained because they thought it was a bomb. (I don't get it, couldn't they just demonstrate the thing's sucking ability and get on the plane??) So they arrived a bit late. I didn't care, I was working.

If you've missed the story, on the 8th of December, there was a Christmas party for where I used to work, so I went because I was invited (and ditched Jess & Phil for it) and since 2 girls got into a car accident, they offered me my old job back, which I accepted, and have been working nearly full time hours since the next day.

Anyways. The 26th was a family-lunch-buffet thing. The 27th was a buffet-style dinner at grandmas. The 28th was a big dinner-party thing at a restaurant. (The 27 & 28th I had to work too!) Today the 29th was supposed to be another buffet lunch. I said hell no Im staying home, so did most other people. Theres only so much dead pig and dead duck that you can eat. I have a nifty picture of a chicken head on my digicam though.

My mom bought me 00g double-flared maple plugs for my earlobes. Why? “To hide those big ugly holes in your head” was her reasoning. Only they wouldn't fit, I ended up sanding off the flair on the side with the two T's burned into it, threw on o-rings to make the take that symbol. Only I'd put my ears through hell, they tore slightly, and when I removed my right plug, a layer of skin came with it. So I put my stainless tunnels back, and had my mom freaking out saying “ok put your hair down for dinner!” but my hair gets into my soup and my food so I got frustrated and tied it back up. My cousins ALL know I got my ears pierced (I don't know if they know the concept of how big it really is), and my tongue and when my kind of uncle (Im not sure how to describe the relationship in English) asked if my lip was real, my cousin was like “show him the tongue! The tongue!” and my mom was trying to be polite while yelling at my 27 yr old cousin by saying “don't say that! Dont tell anyone!” anyways. Im leaving for tweed on Tuesday, and not coming back to the house til Thursday (no matter where I end up, I don't care I just don't want to go home!) so that's that

Tweed. I've got a full car. I would love to invite Marty if he wants to be strapped to the sports-rack on the roof. Or maybe I could throw him in the trunk. Its a big SUV, he can fit! Just throw all my blankets and sleeping bags on top of him incase I get pulled over! Oh well, tweed promises to be fun, and though I'm worried over what may transcribe; I don't really give a f***. If I don't like it, Im going back to my hotel room and being all emo and pouty like I am most every New Year. I promise to keep sharp pointy objects at home.

One last thing. D*** peer pressure! *Shakes fist*

The last thing to the last last thing. The Tom Brazda interview is almost finished being transcribed!