213-DU WERDEST EINE KRANKENSCHWESTER BRAUCHEN

We Blasted Them With The Twin Guns Of Tact and Diplomacy and Forced Our Worthless Opponents To a Fair Compromise.

My cellphone works again, so now I can be anywhere when nobody calls me.

I have a tendency to blame my problems on external sources, rathen then internal. If there's something wrong in my life I would be far more likely to blame something else like work, school, Cleary, ect, then just accept responsibility for creating my own problems. And I don't think I'm alone in this. But why accept blame for things when there are so many viable places that you can lay the blame. I mean sure I could admit that I should have started a paper a month before it was due, but why not complain that if work hadn't schedualed me for an evening shift I wouldn't have had to stay up all night writing it. Or I could have done the weekly reading assignments to cut done on work, but why not be outraged at how much the teachers all expect me to read before exams. In any case the point is, never take the blame when there's an outside source that you can rightly put it on.

Random Though: I'm good at convincing people to do things they shouldn't and aren't in their best interest .If you don't believe me, I remind you I've had girlfriends

Your Concept Of Wuv Confuses and Infuriates Me!

Good god do I ever feel dead. Pretty much like I was hit by pain train, going nonstop to killville.
But perhaps I learned to handle things with a little more dignity and humility. But probably not

Side notes: Old Chocolate and dirty sock make a pungent aroma...at best.

My computer has apperently desided reading comments is beneath me, or above me, or to the side of me. In any case it no longer displays them with out repeated effort and angry frunstration. And it is now displaying bizarre and unrelated popups with alarming frequency. I might have to take it to the repair guys....right out the friggin window.

Happy Birthday Amy, may terrible things happen to your enemies.

I'm The Man With No Name... Zapp Branigan

So the other day I pulled the most awesome thing ever done in martial arts. Well, at least the most awesomest thing I've ever done.

Somebody was demonstrating a throw on me, the throw where you put your leg on the other person, roll back and toss them over your head, and I managed to handspring out of it. It may not sound exciting to you, but it looked pretty cool and I was stoked. The only thing that I was missing was a cocky Bruce Lee landing.

My space bar is retarded, I think I need a new keyboard, and tower. In fact my whole computer is pretty much a big paper weight at this point. And I have more then enough of those lying around. So if anybody knows of a good place to steal one they should tell me.

My student loan is in, and you know what that means. I'm replacing my backpack with a keg...of Faxe.

I work tomorrow, and that's bad. But I have the car, and that's good!
But it's at 7 AM, and that's bad. But I.... no wait just more bad.

May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your houses.

I Think I Broke My Everything

Dear lord did we ever drink a lot last night. Between all of us I'd say it was more then 20 yards, yipes.

But a good night, lots of drunken foolery. Such as Ben and Josh putting a whole roll of duct tape over Murphy's office.

Man is my memory nonexistent. I have no idea how much I drank, and very little idea of what happened around the end of the night other then the fact that I made it home.

Woke up today with Suzanne's blog on my computer screen. Don't know why I would look at that when I was drunk. Maybe I needed something to bore me to sleep, Hehehe

Anyway, twas a good night with nothing that I know of going wrong. So thumbs up

Your Mistletoe Is No Match For My TOW Missle

I'm sick.

I hate being sick.

It makes me feel uselss and weak. I'm don't mind feeling useless, in fact I'm rather used to it. But I hate feeling weak. I think Andrew gave it to me, I might have to kill him. If it wasn't him then it was a girl from the dojo, but she's cute so she wins not death.

I've skipped my only two classes of a forth year class, I think I'll transfer out.

On the plus side, I called in sick for work today and tomorrow. Yay

Oh Margy, You Came And You Found Me a Turkey

I just shot a -23 in Tiger Woods golf. For anybody not familar with golf, if I could shoot that in real life, they would deify me. I could forget all of you and buy some new friends.

We'll Go Around Seven, And Stay Until Curtis Gets Kicked Out

Where the fuck is my fucking powerbar? I have a room slightly larger then a closet, so how the hell have a managed to misplace more things there then in any other room I've ever had?

Fun fact, every time you ejaculate you lose your daily dose of fiber. So I haven't had fiber in about ten years now.

Optimus Prime Is a Jew?

Jon is without a doubt the most gay homosexual ever.

Andrew's party, here now. Come here for party.

And there is without a doubt 93% more awesome then anywhere else.

Do it.

"Sir, we have an emergency."
"Call me when it's a catastrophe"
CRASH
"...Alright, fine."

So I'm sitting in Andrew's room, listening to the other guys watch the Canada Finland gold medal game. One might wonder why I'm not watching it, well you see, a few years ago I noticed that if I watched Canada play, they lost where as when I didn't they usually won. So I'm doing my country a service by staying in here, and I certainly deserve one of those medals. I'm actually going to be playing hockey this year, first time since grade 11 I believe. Should be interesting, especially since it's no hitting, and that is virtually a foreign idea to me.

Today was my first day of school, on the forth day of classes. Not that I missed much. This year I might actually try, I intend to actually try and do well and not leave things to the last minute. And on that note I also intend to quit drinking, stop insulting people and learn how to fly. We'll see how they all go.

Nice, just burned my self with grease.

So this is my last year in school, well assuming I pass. Often, people ask me what I'm going to do after. Well the first order of business is frame my degree and hang in on my wall. After that it's kind of up in there air. What do you do with a history degree? Maybe I can stick with Superstore and eventually become a manager. Or better yet, I can shoot myself in the head twice, while hanging myself and swallowing cyanide. But seriously, no wait that was seriously.

Actually I thought about going to Asia or something to teach English, but first I have to convince somebody I can actually not me failing Anlish. Still it would be cool.

And one final note, you're adopted and I don't like you.

We're Running Out Of Lesbians

Well, amazingly enough, with three game systems, cable, and a VCR it's still possible to be bored. So if anybody is doing something they should call me, not to laugh at me though, you bastards.

Fuck I hate typing on a laptop, so far on this thing I've managed to delete 4 blogs and an email. Not too mention numerous sentences.

So I skipped my first day of school, did the same thing last year, I think I'll make a tradition out of it. I should add first days of work too just to really solidify my position as master of apathy.















Man Melissa's sister is hot.

Branigans Law Is Like Branigan's Love, Hard And Quick

Everyday of my life is a catastrophe narrowly averted. Usually through quick wits, quick feet and blind luck.

I have to work tomorrow, a long shift. Ever try shopping at Superstore day after labour day? Well unless you have a few hours to spend I wouldn't recommend it. Day after holiday, when students are coming back tends to make it busy, and for me it tends to get hellish. God I hate consumers.

I fucking hate zombies.

I also hate the words swoon and woot, and the word deadly as snowboarders use it. I don't know why.