could it be

this is something i would give my cell phone AND computer to go see:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cy6VG_dMoPc

favorite musicians

Chris Martin - angelic blue eyes, soothing voice. his melodies make you reminisce of times you've never even experienced. Jack White - a guitar God who breaks the rules. nuff said Liam Gallagher - arrogant rock star from Oasis. sexiest voice i have ever heard in my life i'll tell you that much. Noel Gallagher - love him just as much as i love his brother.

put off for too long

when you think about certain situations, do you often jump to conclusions ? i've come to believe that when people suspect a certain circumstance, it's because that's how they themselves would have probably acted if it was them in that situation. for example, ok so i'm going to make up a scenario off the top of my head, and to make it clearer for you, i will insert names of people i don't even know personally. alright, so let's say Christina Aguilera and Cameron Diaz are best friends. Justin Timberlake takes Christina Aguilera to a hockey game, so of course, Cameron Diaz may start suspecting things. BUT ONLY because if it was Cameron Diaz going to the hockey game with Wade Robson, she wouldn't help but flirt a little here and there and maybe be a teensy weensy attracted. so therefore, Cameron is led to believe that because what she would do in that situation is unfaithful, so would anyone else. because, let's face it, Cameron Diaz and all other humans with thinking capabilites like to believe everyone thinks and acts the same as them. it's just human nature. WHEN REALLY, everyone thinks and acts differently from everyone else, although Cameron Diaz would like to think otherwise, simply because she has been done wrong in the past.. and maybe because she's probably a little bit insecure about herself and doesn't trust as freely as she would like (which could be good or bad.. depending on how badly it affects her relationships.. which is probably a lot, making it a negative trait), making her feel unworthy of anyone's affection or attention. if you got lost there, read that sentence without the parentheses there (thats what i do haha). anyways, i'm just saying that people jump to conclusions simply because that's probably what would have happened if they were in the situation. well, it's like that for Cameron Diaz, at least. and this story has no similarities to my own real life and experiences (except the moral of course), and Cameron Diaz does not in any way replace myself in this little parable. .... i've just been putting this theory off into the back of the depths of my mind for too long, and i just thought i would come out with it. =)

and just to finish the story on a good note, Cameron Diaz and Christina Aguilera continued having a loving, blossoming friendship

ps. don't go assuming.. because i rarely discuss my personal life in this journal.

cycle 8

Definitely my favorite. she may sound like a stoner, but that's ok, because i can relate with her. too bad i'm not half African American. i can't even believe that. she is most definitely very beautiful though. Kathleen definitely made me laugh. she's so clueless.. i guess i could relate to her as well.

anyways, today i went to Fresh Start and after that, i went to Music World by myself and looked at some CDs, and then i sat on a bench outside Future Shop and sat there for about twenty minutes and i had a moment. i was listening to Land of the Loops (love them), i had my jacket all zipped up, my glasses on and the headache that comes with wearing my glasses, i had my binder on my lap and my bag on my shoulder. and i was sitting there by myself looking at the long haired fellow by the door, with what looked like a guitar case on his back, and he most definitely had greasy hair and he looked at me once in awhile. i never maintained eye contact, of course.. i mean, it's Northgate, it's like asking to be raped or mugged or something (although it really isn't as bad as Abbotsfield..) but then i maintained eye contact and then, maybe it was the music that put me in the zone, but i actually kind of gave him a smile. and then i looked back ahead of me and stared at the "Directory" sign. and i just had a moment. and what i mean by "the moment" is when you actually realize what you're doing. i was in Northgate mall by myself listening to Land of the Loops, basking in the very white lights that almost make you dreary and drowsy, but also very much awake. people were coming in and i thought about how maybe they actually work there, and how it must feel to work at a place like Northgate, which brought me back to a guy i know who actually used to work at Northgate. of course, i thought of a whole bunch of other things.. too much to go into detail about. it's dumb how many thoughts i think about in one day. not even that.. more like in the 5 seconds upon entering a mall. or anywhere for that matter.

i don't know why whenever i type on my mom's computer, there always ends up being this huge amount of space right at the end

w.r.

in the next month, Christina Aguilera's four back up dancers are coming to my dance studio. i kind of want to take the class. i'm not really into that stuff, but i know it would be fun, especially with all my friends there. but i was doubting it. so i asked my mom about it, and she pretty much confirmed it. she said i haven't taken hip hop in awhile. which is true. so now i'm thinking i shouldn't do it. i wish i could move like Wade Robson.

sometimes i wish i was him

snot

man, i don't even feel like writing anymore. wait, it's not even that. it's like a combination of my super sucky, super slow computer that takes LITERALLY HONESTY TRUTHFULLY five minutes to open a window. so i'm on my mom's computer. so i've got to make this quick. well, actually not really. i don't think my mom really cares i'm on the computer. it's always complicated having to check 5 different websites when i go on the computer. i have to check myspace, deviantart, facebook, my blog to see if anyone wrote anything new, and nexopia and hotmail. it's insanity. but i love insanity so i guess it all just works out =) today i got home at like 5:30 pm. i didn't even stay for the semi-finals that Amanda wanted me to go to. i made myself a sandwich. and ate some of it. and then i laid down on my bed and fell asleep until 8:30 pm. so i just went to Entourage on myspace and apparently it starts again on April 8th!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you don't know how happy this makes me, especially with this tragic ordeal with the death of The OC and all. and Jordan knows how much i love that show. i even ditched our conversations to watch all the seasons. speaking of him, he came to my school today. i really want a new computer. i think that's what i want most. one with lots and lots and lots of memory so i can install all the programs that make me happy. i just watched Bones on youtube by the Killers. Tim Burton directed it. Brandon Flowers is kind of attractive. not so much now, but he definitely is in the Somebody Told Me video. why do i even write. 'ts not like anyone really cares lol

a.w.

the similarities are there.
it's what she's been getting mad at me for. and what everyone's been saying.

too bad he's dead.

boats on water but terrifying

when you're so lonely lying in bed, night's closed its eyes but you can't rest your head, everyone's sleeping all through the house, you wish you could dream but forgot to somehow,
sing this lullaby to yourself.

i had a weird dream last night. it was at my friends cabin, but kind of not, because the whole situation was different. it was a dark sort of dream. involving my worst fear, water. every year, we would go on this boat thingy in the middle of the ocean, it seemed, and we'd go through like an obstacle course kind of. and by the time we got to the end of it, a certain amount of us would be dead. so we'd start off with like 10 of us or so, and we'd be on the water, and it was night time and the boat would move uncontrollably with the slightest bit of wind. we'd start off nicely, and then there was this one part where everyone always fell off no matter what, and it happened every year, and they drowned. i was terrified, but i always made it to the end. all the time. and the boat would go up this waterfall at the end (yes, it would defy gravity), and then there was this fish tank thing, it was on the wall at the top of the waterfall, and there would be some sort of prize in the fish tank, and it would somehow just come out of the fish tank. i don't know. i have weird dreams.
i have a lot of dreams with boats and water in them though. and they're always terrifying, and people are always panicking. just thinking about my dreams right now, brings back a lot of really odd ones, where i was travelling underwater with some people to make it to some island or something. and there was this other one, where this ship was sinking and the boats around it were sinking too and it was just a complete riot.

i wonder what that means. boats on water, but the mood is really dark and panicky. i always wonder if dreams actually mean something, or if they're just everyday thoughts jumbled together to make really odd scenarios.

as lucky, as easy, or free

- - did it all get real, i guess it's real enough they got refrigerators full of blood another century spent pointing guns at anything that moves sometimes i worry that i've lost the plot my twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts i never really dreamed of heaven much until we put him in the ground but it's all i'm doing now listening for patterns in the sound of an endless static sea but once the satellite's deceased it blows like garbage through the streets of the night sky to infinity but don't you weep there is nothing as lucky as easy, or free don't be a criminal in this police state you better shop and eat and procreate you got vacation days then you might escape to a condo on the coast i set my watch to the atomic clock i hear the crowd count down 'til the bomb gets dropped i always figured that there'd be time enough i never let it get me down but i can't help it now looking for faces in the clouds i got some friends i barely see but we're all planning to meet we'll lay in bags as dead as leaves all together for eternity but don't you weep there is no one as lucky, as easy, or free

always remembered means never forgotten

sitting under the blanket, sitting on the bed by myself, sitting in my my brother's room under the blanket with myself and the screen and the people i've been watching since August 4, 2003. i've never felt so involved in a television show in my life. like i was there with them through everything that's ever happened to them. i cried into the blanket and i didn't want to cry for a show, but i did. and my bottom lip quivered. i couldn't help myself. it ended happy, it did, but i can't believe it's over.. over for good. there's no more Thursday nights watching The OC anymore.




damn.

today in the early morning

Aquarius February 24, 2007 You could be a bit possessive or jealous where a romantic interest is concerned right now, and this could lead to some friction. You might be feeling a little too uptight or defensive, particularly where money is concerned, to really be able to have a good time and enjoy yourself today. You might feel more like just relaxing somewhere quiet right now anyway.

blue fingers

the chemistry test went pretty well. i came home after the orthodontist and lived on my brother's bed. i must have watched at least eight hours of television. a mixture of Made, MySuper Sweet 16, Dancelife (love it lots), What Not To Wear, i even watched MTV Shuffle.. not a bad show i must say. my mom brought me down a sandwich with ham and cheese and pesto. i took out the ham though. and then i got a glass of milk. and watched some more television. then few hours went by and i brought down a big carton of blueberries and "pigged out" on those. boy do i ever feel fat.... lol Baby joined first. she fell asleep between my legs and was dreaming. and then Boots joined and fell asleep beside me. i watched 21 grams. and cried. and was confused. but then i understood. and cried some more. and it was just so touching that i got out from under my blanket and came upstairs to write about it while the thoughts and feelings were fresh in my mind. it was a good movie. i gave it a 5. i consumed four tylenol today for my stomach cramps.. nothing serious. i'm not trying to OD here. i had two bottles of water, and used two heating pads. all while living on my brothers bed with blue fingers from frozen blueberries. i'm going to sleep on my brothers bed with my hood on like i do every night. right after i talk to a certain someone for a while. "How many lives do we live? How many times do we die? They say we all lose 21 grams... at the exact moment of our death. Everyone. And how much fits into 21 grams? How much is lost? When do we lose 21 grams? How much goes with them? How much is gained? How much is gained? Twenty-one grams. The weight of a stack of five nickels. The weight of a hummingbird. A chocolate bar. How much did 21 grams weigh? "

high speed

"Can anybody fly this thing? Before my head explodes, Or my head starts to ring. We've been living life inside a bubble. Confidence in you, Is confidence in me, Is confidence in high speed."

today i went to school. was pretty good. until i had chemistry and totally and completely blanked out on my test. we took like 20 minutes of the class just going over stuff before, leaving us 40 minutes. it took me 30 minutes just to do the written because i kept screwing up and having to erase and re start, and then i had ten minutes to do 25 multiple choice. IT WAS SO SCREWY. but i can't help but feel like i might have done rather well. which is weird. i think i may be too positive for my own good sometimes.

after school, i sat in the Student's Union room for an hour with Stephanie and Nikolina while they did their physics and we waited until 4 o'clock rolled around. we walked to Northgate to get our courses at FreshStart. i got my three religion workbooks and my three religion "textbooks", so six in total.

next week i start my driver's training. Friday and Saturday from 9 am until 4 pm.

i feel like i'm finally getting things done. i don't feel like i have a big cloud over my head pouring all these things i need to get done. i'm finally doing something about them.

i told myself today that i have to work out at school at least twice a week, and every other day i can work out at home (when i feel like i have time). i won't play nintendo unless i'm feeling completely stressed out, or i seriously have nothing better to do (which won't be the case until i finish religion 35). and at least once a week i will spend my lunch hour without friends and in the library finishing religion. i have to go to FreshStart every Wednesday too at 4, so they can check up on me. so me and Nikolina could probably spend that hour of waiting doing this stupid religion.

i feel like i'm going at high speed. and i kinda like it.

ps. sorry about my boring blog entries and the length. i realize everything i do in a day isn't all that appealing.

getting better

so i've been working hard. it has been one day. i wish you could be super healthy one day and times it by 3 months. and see what you'd look like if you did that every single day. hmmph. had school. i would like to highlight English class. so she pretty much assigns us a mind map (includes drawing) due for Friday, which gives me uhhh 3 days. and it involves drawing. UM EXCUSE ME if i wanted to draw i would have taken art, ok? second of all, i have a chemistry quiz tomorrow, a chemistry final exam part A the day after AND a chemistry final exam part B the day after the day after. this week just sucks. MAJORLY.
so for once i actually looked forward to working out after school. Leigha couldn't go and i was about to not go, but i figured if i keep backing out of it i'll never do it. so i went, and luckily for me Amanda happened to be there too. we had a lot of fun working out actually. time went by really fast. we were in there for like an hour.
then i went home, had one grilled cheese sandwich and a banana for supper, and two bowls of salad. and then later on i had a yogurt.
and then i put my face mask on, then my brother left for Heather's house. 'cause tomorrow morning he's going to Toronto until Sunday. damn. it's gonna be so lonely this weekend. i'll be in his room watching movies and playing video games, and there's going to be no one there.
there's so much on my mind right now i just have to write it down so i know i won't forget it.
- go to doctor on Saturday
- go to Orthodontist on Friday
- go to Fresh Start tomorrow
- work out work out work out
- call AMA, or sign up for the driver's ed at beginning of March
- go tanning at some point
- NO EATING AFTER 7 PM
- drink more water
- wear retainers at night
- write an i love you note for my 'rents and put it under their pillow before bed
- do homework and study and DO GOOD
-

ok good. thats all thats on my mind right now. now i can go talk about whatever i want.
i took a bath and i could hear my mom talking on the phone. i like to stick half my head under the water and turn my head slightly to the right and left until my ears are fully popped. and i like to just sit there with my ears underwater hearing nothing. and then i got up and i was happy my mom was on the phone. she never used to talk on the phone a lot. but her best friend was diagnosed with cancer in September, so they talk on the phone all the time. and sometimes i hear what she talks about and its cool to see my mom being a best friend to someone. i dunno, it's weird cool. anyways, i heard her talk about my uncle and how he's coming this summer. she was talking about their kids (my cousins) and how they're really strict with them, especially Lodovico and he's only like 6 years old. this kid is just crazy, he can't be contained. HE DROVE ME NUTS. he's the reason i'm never having kids (i don't think). anyways, my uncle gets mad at him for everything, when he should cut him some slack and let him put his elbows on the table once in a while. and that made me think, what if they're parenting techniques are so completely wrong. and then i thought, what if my parents didn't raise me properly. i was in Psychology and we were talking about how kids are important because they're like sponges, soaking up everything. and that made me wonder.. i mean, what if my parents did one thing wrong in raising me.. that could ruin my whole life if they made a simple mistake when i was a kid.
thats part of the reason why i don't think i'll ever be able to handle kids. i'd be so uptight with everything i do, just so i won't screw up.

and then i thought, well wouldn't it be just as bad if everything went perfectly ? i mean, isn't it better to have some mistakes rather than everything be completely perfect ?

hmm i don't know.

all my flaws

i changed for dance. and realized all my flaws.
i put my hair up. and realized all my flaws.
i put my make up on. and realized all my flaws.
i sit here feeling absolutely disgusting.
and unmotivated.
i don't think i've ever felt so unworthy of anyone's attention.

this fucking sucks. and i wish it didn't.

i wrote two pages
and i'm not even finished yet.

3 in the lovely morning

so i had a long day and night of Diddy Kong Racing, talking to myself in victory and frustration,
and my back really hurts right now.

me and Daniel also watched MuchPunch, MuchVibe and all the sorts,
talk about repetitiveness. saw the same videos a lot. but it was fun.
so when i got sick of that, i'd turn on the nintendo and continue my game.

i got really angry though, because earlier today i got farther, and then i left it for a bit and when i got back my brother beat my favorite part. the snow races like Walrus Cove and all that. so i got really mad at him, so much so that i erased my file and started over again just so i'd be able to do those races myself. i was about to cry cuz i had to do everything all over again.

lol
and it didn't help that my brother was like "oh what a tragedy, you have to play video games." and then he left, and came back and i got mad again and he was like "are you going to bring it up every time i come down here?" and i said "yes. im angry" and he said "oh, i can see the pain your enduring. how tragic"

and then i told him to shut up a few times, and then i'd be focusing and then he'd get up from his laptop and start dancing to the songs on the game and i'd be laughing but trying to be mad at the same time.

he just does that to me. i'll be angry and he'll do the stupidest shit you'll ever see, and i start laughing but yelling at him that i'm mad.. and it just doesn't work too well, as you can see.

hmmph. i miss Jordan.

plain and simple

Europe or Work ?
my mother doesn't want me to go to Europe this summer with my brother. she said she wanted me to get a job and stay here. i love how she just makes my life so much more complicated than it really has to be. everything in my life has such bad timing. i really want a job, like so bad, but my mom won't let me have one now. i really want to go to Europe, i've been wanting to go back ever since i came home from Italy last summer. i'll make a pro's list:
EUROPE
- i get to spend time with my brother
- i get to visit even more places
- i get to see family
- i get to leave this country for a while
- it's Europe, i love the culture
- i'll be able to visit famous places.. and the art OHMYGOD

CANADA
- i can get a job
- i can make money
- i can see friends
- i can practice driving
- i can go on a small trip somewhere
- i could spend time with Jordan

but holy fuck, it's actually retarded. last summer i didn't even want to go to Italy because it was with my mom, i even told her to cancel my flight . there was no way i could handle being with my mom for one month day in and day out. now that i have a chance to go be without my parents for a while, she says i can't go, which means i'll be here every single day and i'll have to deal with her day in and day out. I JUST CAN'T GET AWAY CAN I? it actually makes me so angry. at least in Italy i could go party til all hours of the night because i could walk home whenever i wanted. here, i won't be able to do ANYTHING because she doesn't stay up late to pick me up.
then i thought, i could get a job at a place i really love. maybe i could even go work on Whyte Ave, and bus it there or whatever, and after work i could hang out there and stuff, and then bus it back home. i just don't want to be home this summer. i mean, two summer ago when i didn't go to Italy, i played The Sims like EVERYDAY. everyone was gone and i spent hours and hours on the sims.. like 8 hours in a row sometimes. i don't want to do that. and i can see it happening again. well, besides the whole job aspect of it.
or maybe i could work at west ed (ew) and i could chill with Jamie and stuff. and we could party all the time too.

i just want my mom to understand that if i don't go to Italy because of what she wants, she better let me have a fucking wicked summer. and then in August Jordan's getting his license.. we'd be able to do a lot more.

UGHHHHHHHHH. this is just a huge bowl of suckiness. plain and simple.

cheeseball? i think so..

you want to be with that person so bad. you picture it in your mind's eye so vividly and so clear but your eyes are still open and aware of what's going on and all you can think about if putting your hands on each side of their face to pull them closer to you. and as you do this, you feel their warm lips on yours, and you feel their hands slowly wrap around your waist, and their hands become their arms and you're overwhelmed with the feeling of being held close. and as your lips touch, caress, cuddle, you move your hands from their face to their chest and you place them nicely there, one hand on each side. some precious time passes and you decide to run your hands through his hair, and you pull away from time to time to look at their green eyes and to tease them a little bit, to get them back for all the times they've teased you.
you watch him yawn as he is tired and he brings his hands up to his face and you think to yourself how perfect they look, and how much more perfect they would look on you. and you miss the closeness. you try putting in words how you're feeling. which body part within your core is experiencing this feeling. your stomach, your heart, and then you think of biology and you try pinpointing it to your renal artery, maybe your kidney or pelvic bone, maybe your liver or pancreas.. possibly your small or large intestine and there's the slight chance that it's the gall bladder.
anyways, one of the above organs is experiencing this wonderful feeling, almost like a cringe or tension, some call them butterflies. and then you talk about smores and campfires, and he smiles and it's one of your favorite things because he has those innocent caring eyes, and those dimples. and it instantly brings a smile to your face.
and you become sad and depressed
because you know it would be one google times better in real life.
hmmmmph.

i was feeling emotional. i haven't written anything useful for awhile so leave me alone

neurobiological approach

this morning was pretty shitty. i got ready for italian school in 30 minutes, and as i was about to leave i noticed my subwoofer was missing for my speakers. so i was like "hmmm i wonder where they are" so i go to my brother's room and there they are nicely hooked up to Heather's laptop and i was like steaming from the ears. it took my forever to hook up my speakers in the position they were, and the chords were duct taped to the bottom of my desk so they weren't all over the place, and he must have screwed around with that and it makes me angry.
then i go to italian school and stare at the clock turn to 10:30 and think of the thousands of people in Edmonton calling ticketmaster slowly reserving seats and more seats for The Killers, and how gay it is that me and Will couldn't get tickets.
then i go to ballet, and Lauren turns to me and goes "guess who's got floor seats for The Killers???" and i just stared her down. i don't think i ever experienced such jealousy in my whole life. the chemicals in my brain were definitely unbalanced (learned that in psychology under the neurobiological approach HAHA) so i was pretty down. it was a pretty crappy morning. considering i got like five hours of sleep the night before.
i got home after dance, and went onto the ticketmaster website
and searched for tickets every few minutes. nothing ever came up. then i realized i wasn't doing it right. so i did it right and i got TWO TICKETS. so then my day was all good. and i watched The Lakehouse too. which i will talk about at another time..

and now it seems i've switched places with Jordan. and i don't feel so good anymore..

the killers

i'd like to think i'm pretty amazing when it comes to times like these.

Leigha has squinty eyes when she laughs

had school today. after school, me, Leigha and Greg went to Northgate and we ate. then we went to Leigha's house, where we chilled for a bit. and then we picked up Stacy and we went to East Side Mario's for my birthday *wink wink*. i got a free lunch.. since it's my birthday..
then we went to Wal-Mart until like 8:30, where we found padded panties, and Lauren became friends with a box of Tide. Leigha also rode in a wheelchair for a short amount of time. then we went to see Pans Labrynth at 9:15, which was a really cool movie i must say. i was definitely interested, and i loved the fantastical aspect of the movie, and the different creatures, but the part i thought was most intriguing was the evil guy with no eyes, but with eyes on his hand. it was something i'd never seen in movies before and i liked that, it was different and definitely eerie and cool. the cinematogrpahy was well done, and Lauren even pointed out the really cool sound effects and how it was like our sense of hearing was inclined during the movie. it was sweet. and i loved how it was in Spanish. i could understand a lot of it since it's really similiar to italian, but i love subtitled movies, the different language ones. they seem more authentic, and i know if Pans Labrynth was done in english, it wouldn't have been the same at all.

all in all, it was a really good day. got to hang out with Leigha, which isn't something that's been happening very often.
but i was reminded of a certain someone a lot tonight, and i tried not to think about it, but it was hard when i was going to all these places that me and him used to go to, and the fun we had. and he walked by my chemistry class today.. first time i seen him in months. i don't think he noticed me, although we were staring straight at each other.. he doesn't notice much. but i definitely noticed him, and my heart went into my throat and i became nervous. and i got that sucky feeling. i just miss him that's all. i miss the really sweet phone conversations we used to have. and how he used to make fun of me. and i remember thinking i was worth changing for. he called me niggerbit the other day. so i called him niggerchunk. (excuse the racism)

hmmph. it's all good. i just miss the friendship aspect of it all. after all, i have someone new. i was supposed to see him today, but he didn't come. i was pretty sad.
i'm pretty sure we're all going skating on Monday though. i'm so happy it's the long weekend..

night moves

i thought Ryan was going to die. i would have cried my eyes out. literally cried my eyes out. i cried first season when Seth left on his sialboat and Ryan left to Chino, i cried when Trey got shot, i cried when Marissa overdosed, i cried my eyes out when Marissa died, and i would have cried even more if Ryan died. INTENSE. i'm such a loser. i honestly think there's something wrong with me. i don't even cry for REAL LIFE things anymore. me and Leigha got into a huge fight a few days ago, and she cried.. and i just couldn't cry. i can't cry for anything. anything but movies and The OC. the show was so good. besides some minor outbreaks yelling at the screen at some of the dumb shit that goes on.
i thought it was so cute (SO CUTE) how Seth donated blood for Ryan, and i thought it was awesome how Kursten's baby was ok and it was a girl. i actually sat up in my seat and said aww. that is the cutest thing i ever heard. Sandy and Kursten don't have a girl, and the fact that now they will, just makes me so happy inside.
but i told my mom that i would commit suicide if Ryan died. she looked at me. and i laughed. that show just gets to me man.
it just fucking gets to me.
the things i found retarded are as follows: 1) how a fucking bunny was saved in the process, like it was a human being. jesus christ, i eat rabbit, they're not that special. and i'm not being harsh. i'm just being reasonable here. 2) how Taylor was walking around waving a gun around in the air. it's like disaster waiting to happen, even worse than an earthquake. 3) how dramatic the ice cream guy was in declaring his love for Kaitlyn in a time of tragedy. i mean honestly, there's an earthquake and madness all over the city and all he cares about is being a fucking cheeseball and creating unnecessary drama. that actually got to me.
i would like to declare that i love Ryan and Seth the most out of everyone. my mom thought it was the last show. but there's one more. and the Cohen house is completely destroyed man. and i didn't get why they were so devastated. there was a pelican in their house. but they're rich.. it shouldn't be a huge deal. i'd be worried about crushed computers and CDs and ruined shoes maybe.. and Baby and Boots of course. holy crappies. i don't know what i would do if Baby and Boots died. *knock on wood* last time i said that, my cat died the next day.
i miss Smokey.

there was a really good song in The OC tonight. it was by Radiohead, i know it. i could so tell by his voice. it was playing quite a bit actually. at the beginning, and when Ryan was about to black out. i was so tense. i was about to leave.
i could not handle another death on that show.
unless it was Taylor of course. then i wouldn't really care.

ps. me and Leigha talked on the phone today. first time in a very long time. and i would like to re-state, like a renew-age of wedding vows almost, that i love her no matter what happens in this world.
if it was me and her in that earthquake, i would've sheltered her and taken the piece of glass in the back like Ryan did. no questions asked.

pee ess

i would like to announce that i do have a valentine.

his name's Jordan and i wouldn't have it any other way :blush:

quiz

goodness gracious. i almost forgot it was Valentine's Day today. what a joke hey. i'm not really sure this is a valid holiday. i mean, it's pretty much all hype and not a whole lot of anything else. i don't even know why people get depressed if they're single. it's just another day of the year where the men are expected to do something nice for the women. HA i don't get it, shouldn't your loved one treat you special everyday ? there shouldn't be a day where you have to treat them extra special. my mother was upset that my dad forgot Valentine's day. i laughed. it's my dad for fuck sakes. i don't even think he knows what Valentine's day is half the time. well, actually that's a lie. he usually gets me a cute teddy bear for Valentine's day. he didn't this year, and he didn't get my mom anything either. and when we sat down to eat the ice cream cake my mom bought, she brought it up. and i was like "it's a joke day anyways. it's a lousy excuse to buy candy and flowers." and then she looked at me and turned it on me and said something about how i'm so self-centered and how it looks like i haven't thought of anyone other than myself. she is correct, i might add.

i've gone through some life-changing experiences past couple days. thanks to my best friend Leigha Sbitney whom i love with my whole entire heart.

i finished perming my manicane's head today. me and Emily realized that my hair is actually getting pretty long. i just always have it up and curly. i'm pretty happy.. and in French we had the usual Gold Hair Kid analysis. it's pretty funny. me and Alyssa sit on opposite sides of the room, but we still manage to talk and laugh through texting and glancing at each other. i nearly cried in French today. i sent her a text saying that Gold Hair Kid is a diver. and then she talked about speedos, and then she wondered if ALL his hair is gold. including down south. fuck, i looked at her and could not control myself. i started tearing up.

damn. it's one of those jokes where you're walking through the halls thinking about it, and it makes you giggle here and there and as a result, making you look like the biggest faggot ever. haha.

anyway. came home. wasted an incredible amount of time, listened to some C and C. picked my nails a bit, did my english homework.
which brings me to the next thing. ENGLISH IS HARD. it is so fucking difficult to impress my teacher. i thought i was the best writer on Earth before i got my marks back. i actually feel like the biggest dumbass. that's what happens when you're in an AC class i guess.. it's dog eat dog, man.

that's the bad thing with being an excellent student your whole life. i was always the best student in class.. then you get to high school and it's like a brick in the head like Marv in Home Alone.

*hugeasssigh*
i should probably start memorizing some chemistry now. since a quiz is taking place tomorrow.

by the way, Lauren told me that quiz came from a guy who spray painted it on all the buildings in London.

obsessed

yesterday in cosmetology we started perming. we had to put some rollers in our mannicane's head. everyone around me was getting pretty frustrated. and of course, mine turned out pretty good and everyone was saying how good mine looked =) what can i say, i can work magic with these hands. i remember last year i did really good with braiding, too.
i also had french yesterday. me and alyssa go nuts in that class. we got seperated on the first class. she could just look at me and i'd start laughing. some of the stuff that comes out of her mouth is just like.. what the fuck. it's hilarious. and you know what's even funnier? there's this kid in my class that has hair that's gold. i mean it looks GOLD, when he moves, the light from the window like shines on his head and it looks like his head is pure GOLD. it has got to be the funniest thing. me and alyssa were partners for this thing, and all we did was analyze this kid's hair. and we told Bri to ask him if it's real. i wish i could take a picture of this guy. it was so funny, we came up with all these different scenarios for this kid's hair. and we called him Rumpelstilskin (is that the spelling??) and stuff. anyways, enough of Kale. yes, that's his name. what a joke hey.
other things worth sharing that happened yesterday include a big explosion with my mom, dance, Lauren's impression of Nacho Libre's butt clenching, and the completion of an english assignment that i didn't even need to do. GET THIS - i spent all night working on this english assignment right, and i did that instead of doing my chemistry because i thought it was more important. i go to school the next day, and after Jamie's story of how she puked at work yesterday, i go to English and turns out i didn't even need to do it. moments like these just bring out the HFSUINFDUS in me. so i got in trouble for not doing my chemistry homework, and i didn't get any credit for doing my unnecessary english assignment. we also had our CCAT tests today. i love doing those. they're the only tests i can write without any stress at all *thumbs up* we teenagers need to take advantage of these things.

umm. i don't know what else to say.
except that i looked pretty good today
=)

i am also totally and completely obsessed with Coheed and Cambria. DAMN THEYRE GOOD

turned out well

we went to West Edmonton Mall instead. because Whyte Ave closed at like 5-6. man, i hate west ed. it's huge, always packed, i get tired fast, and well it just sucks. whyte ave is so much sweeter, for several reasons: a) it has better stores with stuff that nobody has b) the people there are always interesting looking c) you can go outside after every store

i bought some pants from Urban Outfitters, and then i had Quizno's and she had chinese food. and then we walked around some. and then we shared a small cookie dough blizzard. we sat on Bourbon street. and we saw the ugliest guy who thought he was the hottest thing. you know the type. he was either italian or lebanese. i hope he wasn't italian. he has the sides of his head shaved and only hair on the top that was short and greased and spiky. i'm almost positive he goes tanning, he clearly works out. he was wearing a tight white t-shirt, and really tight jeans in which he was stuffed in. he had a big ass, and waxed eyebrows. creep and a half.

Andre let us down, though. he wanted us to go to this party and when we asked him what time he was going to be there, he said he was on the northside and that something got fucked over. so we were like. ok. we caught the bus at 7:30 or so. and we were on it for like an hour. and we just talked. and then we caught another bus at Northgate. i saw Amanda on it so i talked to her for awhile too. then she got off and then i laid my head in my lap and almost fell asleep. and Breanne almost left me on the bus. we were so tired. we laid on her bed in the dark and looked up at her blinds and Jordan called me too. and then i drew the coolest person on Breanne's wall with chalk. she has this one huge wall of that black paint you can draw on, and the other wall has black and white checkers on it. last time i was at her house, i drew on one of the squares, and it was still there yesterday. anyways, i drew that face over there. i thought it looked really sweet. i suck at drawing, but i liked how that turned out. i even gave her an eyebrow piercing and i even managed to make both her eyebrows look almost identical. =)

we also played Mortal Kombat on SEGA, and looked through her junior high yearbooks. it was an enjoyable day. then i came home and i talked to Jordan on the phone until 3 or so in the morning.
and it was really really good. =) =) =) =)

now i have to do my homework

funny how many faces i go through

"Listen well... will you marry me? Not now, Boy Are you well in the Suffering?"

i had psychology. and we were sitting there, watching this old movie that had such a muffled voice that i did not know what on earth was going on. all i saw was a bunch of cavemen drawing in caves, but i had no clue what that was supposed to mean. the whole situation made me laugh actually. a bunch of students who don't wanna be there any more than the next person, pretending to watch this movie that isnt even audible with an old teacher who has red cheeks, a belly, wears only neutrals, and almost tries too hard to make it fun. wait, scratch the last part, doesn't try AT ALL to make things fun.

then i had English, where Mrs Palazzo didn't show up. so we read a story the whole class. then i talked to Breanne about our plans for tomorrow. We're going to whyte ave and Andre's gonna meet us there. and the rest will unfold the way they should be unfolded .. =)

we also discussed a topic that has come up quite often throughout my lifetime. this heavily discussed topic happens to be Mortal Kombat. DAMN I LOVE IT. if i was a video game, and i had to devote the rest of my video game life to another video game in matrimony it would DEFINITELY be Mortal Kombat. well..
actually. this is a tough one. it would be a very close tie between James Bond and Mortal Kombat. geez, them bad ass video games.. they get to me.

anyways, we had this huge discussion for all the characters and our gaming techniques (which happen to be the same; push all buttons until something cool happens ! ), and then we talked about fatalities, and brutalities, and each character's weapons, and defenses. and geez, it was heavenly.

so then it was that pointless 10 minute break, i don't know why we have it to be honest. it's too short to actually do anything, but too long to just sit in your class doing nothing. you're like caught in this void of some sort. haha. shit that reminds me of such an old school song.. Summer in the Void or something.. it's by I Mother Earth. i remember i saw the music video when i was like 5, it seems, and i remember it almost perfectly. i think he was in a train tunnel or something, and there were like greenish blue lights or something. i think i'll look it up. ANYWAYS, i stood in the hallway with Jamie and Tyler and Leigha and possibly some others but i can't remember because i was having a side chat with dear Alison. it's really sweet though, when i first met Jamie i was so intimidated. she's a small person, but she has HUGE personality that one. sometimes it's too much to handle, but it gets easier to handle as time progresses. those outbreaks of swears mixed with sexually transmitted diseases become white noise rather than the loud embarassment they used to be. haha.

then i had Francais. VIVE LA FRANCE. laughed hysterically everytime i glanced at Alyssa. french is kind of a joke. i mean, he introduced us to future simple tense. and i was like WOW CAN THIS BE ANY EASIER. it's exactly like italian. like SPIT IMAGE of italian. i'm gonna do so out of this world fabulous in that class. what can i say. i'm just.. oh, what's the word. European ?

so i've been wasting a ton of time today. i don't think i even got anything accomplished other than typing at least one million words within x amount of hours. which i think should count for something, if you're aspiring to be a secretary.

do you realize that an individual can never be unsure about everything. like, when you hear someone say "i am unsure about everything." do you realize that that kind of contradicts itself? i thought about this the other day, as i do with many other things. but if you say "i am unsure about everything." you are actually telling people that you are, in fact, sure about being unsure. it's like saying "i'm so insecure." well, my friend, i would like to inform you that you are secure about being insecure.
i think it might have made more sense in my head.

i'm happy to inform you that i have finally found my new phase. like i've said in the past, i go through music phases where i listen to a few certain bands non stop for a few months until i get deathly annoyed of them (but still love them deep down). well, i haven't found a phase in a long time. but i now have one.
my phase currently includes:
- Coheed and Cambria
- Snow Patrol
- Coco Rosie
- The Faint
- The Kooks
- Hot Hot Heat
and last but not least, one that has made an appearance in the past,
- The Subways.

wow. i didn't realize this phase was so large.

anyways, i'm kind of feeling like watching some television. and maybe start packing my sleepover bag because tomorrow i'm going to be so BUSY.

and Lauren, another song you should download is Wake Up by Coheed& Cambria.

=)

like the ugly child

so i don't know what to think. i just watched The OC. and there was an earthquake. it was kind of heart breaking. Ryan was covering Taylor, and Sandy and Kirsten were together, and Kaitlyn and Julie were together, and Seth and Summer were in a car on the road, when all of a sudden a light post smashed their car.



and they all died.














JUST KIDDING. no, i'm pretty sure everyone's safe because i just read what's going to happen in the next two episodes. hopefully Taylor dies though. oh man do i ever dislike her. she's actually, so annoying. i can't stand her. and i honestly think her and Ryan are doomed and he should just dump her. Marissa is the only girl for him. everything was perfect with Ryan and Marissa. Taylor is just way too clingy and demanding. she forces him to do stuff that i don't even think he wants. like the whole "i love you" deal. she expects an "I love you" from Ryan for her birthday. i'm sorry, but saying "i love you" is not a birthday present. and saying you love someone isn't something that should be pressuring you. and saying you love someone does not depend on what type of situation you're in. Ryan told her he loved her before knowing she was going to Berkely too. and, i'm not too sure on this but, after finding that out i don't think Ryan loved her. WHICH IS RETARDED. you can't just change your mind on whether or not you love someone. i don't think he should've said it in the first place. 'cause then he goes to her place afterwards, gives her the real birthday present and he says he loves her, and then the earthquake happens. seriously, that whole relationships is so artificial. and Taylor is SO ANNOYING. ever since they started dating, there's always been something wrong with something in that relationship. it's never been in it's prime. Taylor's always put pressure on some aspect or another and i just feel bad for Ryan. anyways,
i don't know. i think if Taylor died, i would enjoy that show so much more. and man do i miss Marissa. she was the show. and as much as i hate to say it, since she's gone, the show is gone too. but i can't help but feel anxious after every single episode. i love it nonetheless. it's like the ugly child your obligated to love no matter how ugly they are.

that's actually how it feels. although i really don't know what having an ugly child, well just a child in general, feels like so i can't really say that. but i imagine this is how it might feel like.

THE OC IS STARTING TO SUCK BUT I LOVE IT NO MATTER WHAT.
it's done in 2 weeks. daaaaaaaaaaamn.

an english assignment

"Daniel is a dictionary when I need to figure things out and a thesaurus when I need to improve the things I have already figured out. He is the map when I need direction, and the kiosk when I need information."


There are so many ways to describe my brother and the role he plays in my life. I listed a ton of different things in my head and on paper, trying to come up with the best metaphor possible to explain how important he is to me. And not one of them portrayed something negative about him. He has made only positive impacts on my life. When I am clueless and stressed out about the future and what I might be doing after high school, I feel like I can go to him whether it’s to figure out what I’m good at or to de-stress. When I have made mistakes in the past, it was his opinion that mattered most. I was more worried about what he thought, than what my own parents thought.
He is a dictionary, in the sense that he helps me “spell out” my problems. He is a thesaurus in the way that he helps me see different perspectives on different things and he gives me suggestions on how to carry out the goals I want to achieve. He is a map because he points me in the right direction when I feel like I am lost. I said he is a kiosk for a couple reasons. When people go to a kiosk, they usually have questions and are looking for answers and information. My brother and I share many of the same interests, and since he is older and knows more than I do about these interests, he is always full of answers and information on them, which usually gets me more enthusiastic. Also, when you go to a kiosk, the people working at the kiosk have to attempt to make the customer feel important, which my brother definitely does. Although I am his little sister, he never lets me feel that way. Sometimes he involves me when he goes out with his friends, and even though he introduces me as his “little” sister as a joke, I’ve never felt like I was tagging along and he’s always treated me like a friend.
I have always heard that every girl deserves an older brother, and it hasn’t been until recently that I realize why. He has always looked out for my well being. Maybe when we were kids, he did not mean to look out for me, but it was him who had to go look for me when I stayed five minutes longer at the park. It was him who had to pick me up from school and walk me home so that I didn’t get hurt. It was also him who taught me all the secrets to know about beating video games. Things have changed, of course, we are no longer children and life is more serious now, and so have the things he has taught me. Being halfway done high school, I cannot imagine picking a career and devoting my life to it, but he has been in this situation as well, and hearing his experiences opens a window, one might say. It’s not secrets about video games anymore, it’s secrets about life. It is because of all this that I consider him a dictionary, thesaurus, map and even a kiosk. But more importantly, he is the brother I am stuck with for the rest of my life, and the best friend who will never go away.

-- we had to write a metaphor on someone who inspires us, which is what i wrote in quotations at the top, and then we had to explain the metaphor.

found

"English is really crazy.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins were not invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies, while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write, but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce, and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So, one moose, 2 meese? One index, two indices? Is cheese the plural of choose?

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

In what language do people recite at a play, and play at a recital?

Ship by truck, and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? Park on driveways and drive on parkways? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another?

When a house burns up, it burns down. You fill in a form by filling it out, and an alarm clock goes off by going on.

When the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it. "

the willing well IV: the final cut

i miss Jordan =(

the great debate

i made some minor adjustments to my layout, clearly. i was getting tired of seeing Satan's laundry room everyday. but i did really like how that layout turned out, i saved it in case i decide to use it in the future. i stayed home from school today. i'm such a loser. seriously. so far this year i've stayed home from school like 3 or 4 days because i was sick, which i like never ever do. but as i mentioned before, my mother is becoming quite reasonable. she didn't even yell at me for my report card. which was weird, 'cause i was positive she was going to approach me with a whip or a belt or something. so anyways, this morning my alarm went off at the usual 5:55 am, and i laid there contemplating, debating whether or not i should go to school. i make almost a pro's and con's list in my head, and heavily debate it. i'm not even kidding. it's not an easy decision for me. this is what goes through my head:
"so i can either go to school or stay home. my hair is in really good shape right now, i could like make it messy and put a headband in it and it would look really good and i could wear my glasses and wear something nice and i would look awesome, aw but i feel like a big pile of crap and i already know the homework that's due on Friday, and in English we're just going over that reading comprehension stuff, but in Chemistry she's giving back our tests and i really wanna know what i got and she said we have to start moving really fast and she's doing chapter 5 and what if i never understand it for the rest of the year because i decided to stay home today, but i should understand it it's only review of last year, and i don't have any tests today, but i'll miss Psychology and Nikolina will be by herself and my group has to present and i'm not there but there's a lot of groups so we'll probably go into next class, so this is the best opportunity to stay home and i want to get better and i need sleep to do that, and OHMYGOD I NEED TO COUGH." and then my ribs started to hurt.

that's what literally went through my head. i debated it for a good 45 minutes to an hour haha. my alarm goes off three times. once at 5:55 am, then at 6 am, and then at 6:15 am. so i debate dit all through that, and then at 6:30 my mom usually wakes me up if my cellphone didn't do it, and when she did i was like "i don't know if i should go to school today" and she was like "how come" and i said "i don't feel very good" and she said "well do you have any tests today", and she always asks this and it makes me laugh because i just debated this whole thing in my head already and if i did have any tests i probably wouldn't be staying home because i like writing tests same time as everyone else. so i said "i don't have any and i already know what's due on Friday in all my classes." so she said "well, make up your mind because it's already 6:30". so i just laid there. and debated some more. then i think i fell asleep for like 10 minutes, and then i woke up and it was like 7:19 am, when my bus usually leaves so i was like. well i guess i'm staying home.

i am probably the weirdest person you will ever encounter. i can't believe i just wrote that much on debating whether i should stay home or not.

my iPod picks

this morning i woke up with smooshed curls. i took a bath before bed and i went to bed with my brother's old Buffalo sweater. and this morning my curls were all smooshed to my head haha. i thought it was kinda cute. so that's how my sleeping dynamics go. i usually wear shorts underneath my kappa sweat pants, i wear a tank top or t-shirt underneath a hoodie, and i wear socks and my slippers. haha. during the winter anyways. i don't understand how anyone can go to sleep nude or anywhere close to it. i hate having to rely on the bed sheets to keep me warm. i move around like crazy, and sometimes the sheets can't cooperate with me so i get frustrated and shove them away, and if i was nude i'd probably wake up frozen, but not when you bundle up like me =)

school was pretty alright. came home. finally ate some yogurt. went on msn. ate supper. my nose feels absolutely raw. i'm still pretty ill though. i come home and was about to make myself a really elaborate sandwich, which i usually do when i get home from school, but this time i sat there, pictured myself making the sandwich, and then pictured myself eating it and i was completely grossed out. and then i thought about every other food i love and i didn't have any craving for any of it. i was like WOW ITS A MIRACLE. that's the only plus about being sick. you feel so shitty that you don't even notice your grumbling stomach. or maybe it's just filled with snot. yummy.

i'm feeling generous. i've been listening to The Kooks pretty much non stop MAN. and now i'm listening to The Subways, whom i haven't listened to in forever. they bring back good times. i remember about a year and some ago on The OC, when i first heard The Subways. i thought they were amazing. so then my brother bought the cd. i also heard The Killers for the first time on that show. anyways, back to my feeling generous notion, since i have such superb taste in music (HA), i'll share with you some of my favorites. and i promise i won't feel possessive over them. since being possessive is one of my traits lol.

- Ooh La - The Kooks

- Jackie Big Tits - The Kooks

- Eddie's Gun - The Kooks

- Desperate Guys - The Faint

- Weep - Skunk Anansie

- She Sun - The Subways

- Lines of Light - The Subways

- Fingerbib - Aphex Twin

- West of her Spine - Bell x1

- Like I Love You - Bell x1

- The First Five Times - Stars

- Ten Speed - Coheed & Cambria [DAMN GOOD]

- Southern Belles in London Sing - The Faint [DAMN GOOD]

- Into Dust - Mazzy Star

- Honey and the Moon - Joseph Arthur

- Charlie Big Potato - Skunk Anansie

- Blue Veins - The Raconteurs

- Human After All - Daft Punk

- Cannonball - Damien Rice

- Cowboys Lost At Sea - For Stars

- Your Ex Lover is Dead - Stars

- Gone Daddy Gone - Gnarls Barkley

- Go-Go Gadget Gospel - Gnarls Barkley

- Transformer - Gnarls Barkley

- Ooh La La - Goldfrapp [DAMN GOOD]

- Out Of My Mind - James Blunt

- Shooting Star - Jeremy Fisher

- Suddenly I See - KT Tunstall

- Another Place To Fall - KT Tunstall

- Sound of Silence - Simon and Garfunkel

- You're So Damn Hot - Ok Go

- Cinnamon Lips - Ok Go

- There She Goes - The La's

- Multifamily Garage Sale - Land of the Loops

- Happy Hour - Ligabue

- bumTown - Moonbox

- Monophonic Shit - Mr Oizo

- House of the Rising Sun - Muse

- Lap Dance - n.e.r.d

- The Way She Dances - n.e.r.d

- Feeling Good - Nina Simone

- D'you Know What I Mean - Oasis

- Songbird - Oasis

- Requiem For OMM2 - Of Montreal

- Penelope - Pinback

- Hey Pretty - Poe

- Fortress - Pinback

- Level - The Raconteurs

- 2+2=5 - Radiohead

- Everything In It's Right Place - Radiohead

- Idioteque - Radiohead

- Exit Music (For A Film) - Radiohead

- Karma Police - Radiohead

- Headlights - Snow Patrol

- You're All I Have - Snow Patrol

- E-Talking - Soulwax

- The Way We Get By - Spoon

- Delicate - Damien Rice

- Romulus - Sufjan Stevens

- The Eraser - Thom Yorke

- Relate To Me - The Voyces

- Blue Orchid - The White Stripes (DAMN GOOD - my brother's ringtone haha)

- My Doorbell - The White Stripes

kay i didn't expect it to get that long, but they're all definitely worth it.

anyways. i'll let that settle for now..

this piece

Nexopia has a new design, and guess who did it?
my brother's friends. there's two of them who work as designers for Nexopia. i think that's so sweet. Daniel said he was gonna enter that competition to win the Mac book and what not. he has to like design something. i think he'd win. afterall, he is a designer and he did win a design competition to go to New York in May.
damn i hope he wins. he said he'd give me his laptop. do you realize how absolutely awesome that would be?! damn, thats so much better than this piece that i have in my room. and since i'm such a computer nerd, i need a computer that can keep up with my nerdiness.


[long pause] i just thought. i remember i was listening to this song a while ago. i had it on really loud. and i couldn't listen to it anymore because it felt like my brain was being tickled. is that normal ?

ass kissing

From a strictly mathematical viewpoint it goes like this:
What Makes 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?
Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 103%? What makes up 100% in life?

Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:
If:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.

Then:
H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%

and
K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E
11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%

But,
A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E
1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%

And,
B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T
2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%

AND, look how far ass kissing will take you:
A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G
1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%

So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that While Hard Work and
Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's theBULLSHIT
and Ass Kissing that will put you over the top.