Throwback: My Middle School Blog, 11/21/02

Thursday, November 21, 2002 10:39 PM EST

::yawn:: today has been somewhat eventful…. i got my wisom teeth pulled out. eeeee! it sucks. i hate dentists. and i felt all trippy afterwards. it was annoying as hell. i couldnt see straight. i went home and watched 10 thing i hate about you on my mini dvd player. i couldnt see the comp screen it was too far away. and im lazy. stiches in your mouth are annoying as hell. and i never want to drink anymore ginger ale… well maybe. but i have drank alot today. then like an hour ago the power went out… again. what is with my town? the power always dies. right in the middle of my trying to start an amazon.com wishlist. i want like 3 books. the history of warped tour, the blink-182 biohraphy, and go ask alice. a book about this girl that got her drink spiked with lsd. sounds creepy. i like dark books. i remind myself of witch baby from the last book i read, dangerous angels, she always reads about sad events and always thinks about them. thats what i do. sick and strange maybe but true. im such a freak. but oh well. i dont want to pose as something im not. and i like my freaky self. do you know whats a good song? one slowdance by rufio. download it and peace out. i wanna go watch er. 

Middle school

Saturday, August 31st, 2002

“ahh i never usually write in my blog this early…but today i will cause im bored. 8th grade sucks ass.”

How not to blog

I’ve been learning a bit about SEO and apparently my habit of titling nothing and tagging everything with dumb asides like “old whores,” “truthbombs,” and “praise handjob” for my own amusement has been biting me in the ass in terms of search engine rankings. Not that I’ve ever aggressively attempted to “build my readership” or get anyone to read my blogs that I didn’t already know, but apparently I’ve been THE PERFECT EXAMPLE of how not to publish a blog or be recognized. That sort of contrarian logic miiiiight be present in other aspects of my life.

What the Fuck Weekend

bellini with mermaid charm

So it was Janice’s 19th on Tuesday. We went to the Milestone’s at Yonge & Dundas. It was bellini Tuesday. It was amazing. I’m still jealous of Jessica though, who got a plastic mermaid figurine in hers. I got the more traditional blue plastic monkey, but at least I didn’t get the goat. The California spring salad never disappoints. I’m in love with their balcony bar, hopefully we get a chance to go out there before it gets too cold.

chocolate cake
After that we went back to Janice’s and created the most white trash scene I’ve witnessed. We set off the fire alarm with the birthday candles then dug into the cake armed only with forks (a hark back to Jessica’s 19th last year.) Janice strapped on her Life Sci lab goggles to uncork a $6 bottle of sparkling wine only to find that it was twist off. We took turns passing it around and taking swigs while blasting “A Milli.” Everyone was disgusted by it except for Jesse who just found it nostalgic as he apparently spent a good deal of last year getting drunk on $8 bottles of red wine.

I had class the next morning and went to bed, but apparently everyone else headed off to Molly’s and got fucked. They pulled Janice there in a child’s wagon and even brought a bike lock to lock it up outside when they went into the bar. Apparently she sang “Will the Sun Come Out Tomorrow” the entire way back.

sculpture of a mannequin in a neckbrace from circa nightclub in toronto

Friday was her birthday party. I’m never going to Circa on Gay Persian night again. $20 cover, we walked around for 45 minutes trying to find the rest of the group, found them, then left. Ended up getting a cab back with Paul, Jessica and Gresa who I’d just met an hour earlier. The cab driver was playing Punjabi music and Gresa starts yelling “I love Bollywood! Turn it up!” so we end up rocking out to MC Punjabi in the back of this cab, which was not even the first time I rocked out to MC Punjabi in a cab on the way back from Circa.
circa toronto crowd 2008
So we go back to res and I’m about to walk into the common room when Chelsey stops me and tells me that Boots is having sex in the there. Jessica opens the door, and from the darkness this ginger on top of Boots peers out at us. I’m pretty sure he was wearing pants but it doesn’t matter because it was horrifying anyway. Still, it was not enough to slow our trip to Molly’s. So we went to Molly’s, got drunk the right way, stayed until they kicked us out then went back to res when we realize they’re still fucking in there. So I start running and screaming that they’re having “gingercourse” in the common room, which is too much for Geoff who has a history of kicking the unwelcome out of the building. A ruckus is started, Boots and the Ginger end up leaving, though not before the Ginger tells Geoff that basically, he has won the battle but not the war. As in, he may have stopped him from fucking in the common room this time, but he would be back to fuck in the common room again. Which is ridiculous since he doesn’t even live there.

Yesterday, Mariah & I became obsessed with the YTV show “The Next Star.” It’s like a low budget and painfully positive American Idol for 10-14 year olds. Its hosted by Marco from Degrassi because apparently there is a law that states we must involve at least one Degrassi cast member in all media produced north of the 49th parallel. We both agree that Dunnery looks like a 30 year old lesbian. Go back to the Home Depot, Dunnery. We all know Maranda is going to win.

I saw Choke last night. It was fucking amazing. Then I got myself a box of Timbits and a steeped tea and watched Iron Chef.

These go to eleven

I’m eating my morning mini wheats and watching the replay of M.O.D. What fucking raver vomitted all over the M.O.D. set? It’s soooo hard to watch this. They’re making the audience sit on colored boxes that were clearly purchased at the children’s section of Ikea. I guess they have budgetary constraints. What the fuck is with the plexiglass boxes filled with Toki Doki crap? It’s like a 14 year old Whapanese girl took a mad shit and they encapsulated it in plastic.

On a happier front I’m totally warming up to Leah Miller’s haircut. The shorter bangs are working for her. Hannah Simone? Uh, not so much. She kind of looks like Nigel Tufnel from Spinal Tap.