my favourite things remix.

In light of 2008 being over, I thought a classic song was in order. However, it needs a little update.

Layoffs of workers with frowns on their faces

Wall Street is crashing and losing its bases

Murders and scandals; the hate that they bring

These are a few of my favorite things!

U.S. elections and money restricted

Death counts much higher than they predicted

The war in Iraq could be just for bling-bling

These are a few of my favorite things!

Gas prices soar and then they fall lower

Canada's government mows itself over

Gas is so cheap that it makes us all sing

So who really cares about global warm-ing!?

When the dog bites...

When the clap stings...

When I'm feeling sad.....

I simply remember my favorite things

And then I don't feel......... soooooo baaaaad!

everybody's looking at you like they want to go home with you

...And just like that, Christmas '08 is another memory.

I think mine went pretty well overall. Lots of visiting, lots of food, and lots of evil spirits surrounding the scale. I seriously over-ate, and walking up the flight of stairs just proved how much crap is now inside my body. "Santa" treated me well, I got everything i wanted... PLUS A TINY TOONS SEASON 1 DVD [I never even knew it existed!] I was so obsessed with Tiny Toons when I was younger, like it was seriously an unhealthy obsession. And, now, I can re-live my past obsessions and enjoy the company of nostalgia for a bit.


Speaking of nostalgia, Christmas at my nonna's house sparked a lot of it. See, when I was little, me and my two cousins would always have so much fun together. We'd "sneak away" from the table by crawling under it, dodging all the grown-ups legs, and going into the living room and playing tag or house. We'd always have so much fun, wherever we were. But, now, it's changed. The whole time we were sitting at the table letting the awkward silence take it's toll on us, and just listening to what the people at the other end of the table were talking about. Sometimes, we'd speak a word or two to each other, but most of the time it was either eavesdropping, or hearing the annoying clicks of their cellphone buttons while they were texting their friends. Even though I'm cellphoneless, really? Do they really feel the need to bring their cellphones with them to the dinner table? Let alone, the Christmas dinner table? And text their friends every two seconds? I think that's the major barrier between them and me. Those cellphones. And the fact that they're all like "Ooh, Hollister, Abercrombie & Bitch = <3">Anyways, right now I'm chugging down chamomile tea, loaded with honey. I'm starting to lose my voice yet again. Can there ever be a day when I'm not sick with something?! But I'm not complaining...

let it reindeer

*in Dr.Nick voice*

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY

I'm kind of tight for time here, as I'm about to head to my nonna's [grandma in italian] house for another 12 course meal. I'll update on my festivities probably later on tonight or tomorrow morning.

Until then, enjoy the musical stylings of pre-pubescent kids.

"I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses
I only like hippopotamuses
And hippopotamuses like me too"

...Hippopotamuses? Is that even a word?

prodigy

overwhelmed by his talent! i can only wish to play like him!
how do the ligaments of his fingers not tear when he stretches his hand like that?!
i probably have bigger hands than him and i can only stretch as far as 4 frets... WHAT THE HELL?! XD

check out his other covers of canon in d, california dreaming and the pirates of the carribbean theme. i've fallen in love with this prodigy...

wonder if i can adopt at 16?

btw...
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT

christmas?

I finally feel myself getting into the Christmas spirit this year. After spending close to $200 on gifts (a ridiculous amount of money to me, considering i'm unemployed), and countless hours on paintings and other projects, I can say that I'm finally feeling good about admitting that we are currently in the midst of the holiday season. I'm usually in denial around this time, but this is an especially good year for me.
I'm beginning to notice the "holiday backlash" though. Remember how the past few years haven't been "Christmas," but "the holidays" instead? Well, every chain store (mostly Wal-Mart) seems to be giving that idea a huge FUCK YOU by having Christmas-themed everything. No other winter holiday seems to be even casually mentioned. It's weird.

I saw this youtube video, and it kinda correlates to what i'm saying

just a slight problem

either that, or i'm picturing you naked

killing your brain cells one by one

Hey, kiddies.
Guess what time it is!...Maybe time for a cynical, pessimistic note?
Just maybe. Whatever pops into my head will do.
I'll try not to make it sound so negative.
However, I can guarantee you that this blog is dripping with sarcasm.

...Waiting...
Still waiting...
MY FREAKIN' GOSH. I HAVE THE BIGGEST BRAINFART IN THE WORLD.

Here are some things that have been going through my head (some from childhood, some from right now.)
1. Do ants pee and poo?
2. How do giraffes get it on (As in, "Oh baby") ?
3. What are moles made out of, and is it true that if you try to scratch it off (or do something of the sort to it.), you will get cancer?
4. Why is the birds-and-the-bees talk called...the "Birds and the Bees" talk?
5. If you are pregnant with more than triplets, will your stomach be all stretched out and stuff?
6. Why do some superheroes wear capes and underwear over their pants? That's not heroic!
7. Is Mariah Carey really human? I mean, how does she make her voice so high-pitched like that? (BESIDES HAVING A COUPLE DOZEN OCTAVES MORE THAN EVERYONE ELSE.)
8. Why are "shit", "bitch", "fuck" considered bad words? They're just synonyms for crappendoodle, canine with a vagina, and sexytime.
9. When guys are castrated, where does the castrationisthingy person put the...y'know...the stuff...? (Hopefully not in a common garbage can. Whatif someone else opens it?)
10. Who found out that you can obtain milk from squeezing a cow's udder? I mean, that person must have been extremely bored to just go up to a cow and start squeezing away. (PEE-ESS. Sexual harrassment.)
11. What's so good about smoking?
12. Are snakes slimy?
13. Why do people insist on saying "Can I ask you a question?" WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU JUST BLOODY ASKED?
14. How do you properly use chopsticks?!

Okay, I believe I have somewhat lost my sarcastic touch.

Here's a dumb moment I had:
So I was checking out this band's page, to look for their concert dates.
For some reason, the date that I had in my head was April 51st.
After not finding a concert in Toronto on the 51st, I freaked out and told my friend.
...Yeah, totally pointless.

"BITCH I LIVE IN A FUCKING TRASH CAN!"

Grab some popcorn and cuddle up for 3 minutes.

it's like drugs for my ears

Oh, time is leering on.
So take another breath
And taste this one more time again
Countdown, countdown, countdown to the disappointment
I'm yours tonight

I do XD a lot

Brit
1. You look a lot like my friend, whose name also happens to be Brittany. Maybe it's your twin? XD
2. Hey Brittany - Forever the Sickest Kids. For obvious reasons!
3. My mom always packs me these stale baby carrots, and I never eat them... so, mine as well!
4. La sua blog e interessante e marveloso! Buon lavoro e continuare la sua scrittura! (I suck at verb tenses! =p)
5. Well, I remember reading your blog and you posted like 10 in one day. I was enthralled!
6. A zebra!
7. Your from New Zealand, which I think is pretty cool in itself... So, where have you travelled?
8. Your blogs are a fun escape from reality for me, I enjoy reading them! Your humor and wit is also quite enviable XD
9. Well, you posted this on yours already, so thank you for the kind remarks :)

Carly
1. We have pretty cool names, I must say!
2. Dear Prudence - The Beatles.
3. I'll throw you the massive rolls of tin foil I waste everyday to wrap my lunch... even though it's not a food substance... unless you're into eating shiny things XD
4. A blog bond that formed over the blog of our (blog) idol... Sir William Beckett.
5. Reading a comment that you wrote on WB's blog, and me thinking 'did she copy my name?! :O'
6. A lion!
7. Where do you get your motiviation/inspiration from? Internally or externally?
8. Your comment-love is much appreciated and your blogs are an inspiration to me! Keep it up :)
9. I got this from you, so thank you for the escape from boredom, and thank you for your kind remarks!

Dee
1. Your photography is quite amazing! The one with the person standing on that little island thing is actually the background on my desktop!
2. Dig - Incubus.
3. I'll throw you the mouldy gravy sauce in my cafeteria.
4. Your blog is the first I've ever read, but I never had a blogger account to comment it!
5. I don't remember my first memory of you, but I remember you having this picture of like a red cloth and your converse shoes. And I thought to myself 'What a lovely cloth!' XD
6. Chinchilla. Just because it's random like that.
7. How old are you?
8. You deal with my noobness, and you're helpful and comment-worthy. Thank you! :D
9. If you play, you MUST post this on yours.

Rhianna Joy
1. You're from Canada, eh? I'm from there too. Canuck buddies, yes? :)
2. Any Rhianna song!
3. Animal crackers! XD
4. Your school looks an awful lot like the University of Toronto,. You must be really smart to go to a high school inside a university. That's so cool :D
5. You commented on my blog and I was like 'yay, my first unknown blogger!' Be proud. Very proud.
6. A moose! :D
7. What kind of music do you like/Favourite bands?
8. You've just started blogging, and I'm a fan already! Keep 'em coming... or else :P
9. If you play, you MUST post this on yours.

goody goody gumdrops

COMMENT WITH YOUR NAME, AND:

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.
3. I'll pick a food substance to throw at you in the school cafeteria.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (if possible, if not, I'll say something that only makes sense to me).
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.
8. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.
9. If you play, you MUST post this on yours.

so creepy it's true

Your Type is ISFJ

Wanting to be of service to others, Protectors find great satisfaction in assisting the downtrodden, and can deal with disability and neediness in others better than any other type. They are not as outgoing and talkative as the Provider Guardians [ESFJs], and their shyness is often misjudged as stiffness, even coldness, when in truth Protectors are warm-hearted and sympathetic, giving happily of themselves to those in need. Like most Is, ISFJs have a few, close friends. They are extremely loyal to these, and are ready to provide emotional and practical support at a moment's notice. (However, like most Fs they hate confrontation; if you get into a fight, don't expect them to jump in after you. You can count on them, however, run and get the nearest authority figure)

they just took my soul and glued it onto the computer screen. wow.

http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp
do it - now.

if you have nothing to say, say nothing

How does one write when there is nothing to write about? With no topic, no inspiration, no muse to inspire mellifluous prose or painstakingly detailed accounts of human emotion, how does anyone aspire to delve into the minds of others? How would anyone attempt to infuse them with a sense of relation or a need to understand? It is certainly a common question, but not all questions have answers. With such diversity of topics, life creates far too many writing opportunities to capture in a single article. As we continue to evolve, there will be a never-ending learning curve and host of experiences to have. I do not claim to be as insightful as Winston Churchill or as outspoken as Henry Rollins. All I see in life is questions, but answers are few and far between.

The question: what should I write about?

I could ponder the small, often neglected nuances of nature, blathering incessantly about the grace of falling autumn leaves or the peaceful calm of the snow. I could reminisce about the blustery winter nights of my childhood, wandering down my narrow street spellbound by the silence and silenced by its mystic charm. I would have little in the way of qualms with contemplating whether sunset or sunrise is more poignant. I could speak of the indescribable sense of peace that comes from such a simple sound: waves, flowing in by the thousand, gently caressing the sand with the grace of a silent car crash.

Or perhaps I could write about the frailty of man. I could caution all to heed the warnings of the surgeon general and obey every possible healthy lifestyle habit that I could think of. I could teach others how life is akin to a newborn child. Nurture it, love it, and let it be, lest you turn it against you and spend the rest of your life in regret. I could preach to anyone willing to lend an ear how life should never be taken for granted, and how blessings must be counted before misfortunes even factor into the equation. I could wallow in self-pity and even evoke sympathy from kind-hearted individuals over personal losses and unfortunate circumstances that have befallen me. I could attempt to teach the public the truth about self-fulfilling prophecies and how personal negativity will cause one's own destruction. I could explain how the only things to fear in life are fear itself, and inevitably *yourself. He or she is often silently your worst enemy.

If the mood struck, I could decide to indulge in blatant narcissism and engage in shameless self-praise, claiming superiority over my peers in a satirical nature. I could recount tales of my own amusing misfortune for all to laugh at and learn from. I could impart the wisdom I've earned from experience and remind others of the short duration life truly has. I would strive to teach others to live, love, and laugh, for it is easier than most realize to waste away the best times of life by focusing purely on "the bottom line." I could incite laughter by pointing out hypocrisy in everyday life, or accrue respect by saying what the common man wishes he could.

I could write page after page about poetry and music, or perhaps fiction or film. I could be philosophical or outrageous; I could be insightful or rude. I could write of our future to remind us of our past. Writing gives freedom to the mind: I could write anything that came to me. In today's life, anything's definition is immensely broad, moreso than ever before. I could write of anything, ANYTHING, anything at all.

I may write of whatever I choose.

And yet........I choose to write of nothing.

Sorry for the length... :

orgasm in my mouth

i was never a huge fan of choclate... but shit. this is fucking good.

give my gun when it's loaded

oh heart, what went wrong?
you were so positive, so upbeat last week. what happened today?
did someone trample all over it? stomp on it with their foot? throw it against the wall? churn it like butter?
whatever happened, you don't have the same beat. the same pulse. the same life as you did before.
my brain fed off the mad rush of blood you shared, which gave me mere hopes and unrequited fantasies; i let it get to my head.
the electricity of my nerves that flowed through my body seemed to turn into a mad thunderstorm at the thought of losing him; even when i knew i already did.
my veins seemed to snap apart like broken guitar strings; one in which you can't replace for a couple dollars.

you see, heart, you are like the domino and he is the finger.
one small push and all comes down.

sleep awaits

im looking for a truth that cant be bent
im looking for a word that cant be twisted
im looking for a tale that isn’t tall
im looking for a kingdom where the truth will never fall.

the truth is like a loaded gun and it fires itself at everyone,
and everyone just runs away, afraid of what the truth might say,
but if you take the bullet straight into your heart,
then the truth will cut you down and you will find something you can believe

checklist

I found this a while ago while lurking the internet, and I saved it to my documents. I just found it now while waiting for my internet to load up, and I'd thought it'd be cool to post it up on here.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you cant grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked...You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Don't be reckless with other peoples hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind...the race is long, and in the end its only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Dont feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your life...the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary...what ever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either - your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can...don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance...even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you'll never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time its 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than its worth.

damn right