No more.

Aloha hardly any readers, I'm going to not post in this blog often at all, I'm putting my time toward my photography blog. You can see it HERE. Please do take a gander. (:

I fall;

I haven't posted to this blog in quite a while, I've been busy working on my Poetry Anthology blog for my creative writing class. I started up a few other blogs, Some of which I'm going to share, and others which I'm not. For instance, I'll share my photography blog with everyone who reads this, which is like.. two people that I'm aware of, but it's cool.

I really don't have much to write.. I'm a little less sick in the stomach area, but now I have a head cold, it's not nice... Short posts are what it's going to be for I while I think.

Fuze and good karma.

(:

What a good day.

I'm still sick as dick.

THAT'S OKAY.

I'm going to write this blog really annoyingly like this.

Fuze is on sale at shoppers drug mart. it's so good, get me some?

My insides are exploding, I should follow doctors rules.

I'm dumb, I don't listen.

I got a new toothbrush today, it's yellow.

and some new mascara, it's purple.. well the bottle is purple.

That'd be so rad if the actual mascara is purple.

I have like.. grey stuff, but it's not as cool as purple.

I think I'm going to go get some starbucks if it's open :D

I want one of those fucking pretzel things, I can't remember the name of them.

I could just go in and be like "can I have one of those fucking pretzel things?"

but I wouldn't do that.

I'm writing this all gay like my OLD blogs.

Oh well, it's a once in a while thing, I'm not in the mood to form paragraphs.

I'M GOING TO BE SO BEHIND AT SCHOOL.

fucking hospital.

I really like cats.

I want to go for a walk.

I really need to stop being happy, I talk a lot when I'm happy.

OKAY, I'M DONE NOW.

WOOO.

wonderful.

Hey there..

I’m in the hospital, with no access whatsoever to the internet at this present moment in time.. so I’m writing this in microsoft word, and then when I get me some internet access I’m going to party it up blog style.. and by that I obviously really mean I’m going to copy, paste, and post this.. Yep. Good plan. THIS IV IN MY ARM, IT HURTS LIKE A MOFO. Dislike. I don’t want to stay here the night, alone, in the mother fucking pediatrics unit. FUCK MY MOTHER FUCKING LIFE. I really need to be three months older, so that I’m allowed to be with adults, and not like 9393939338 kids. If you’re wondering by now, what’s wrong with me. I don’t know.. the doctors don’t either.. I have a pain in my side, right beside my hip. I’m getting an ultrasound tomorrow, and if they don’t find anything, I might still have to stay for more tests, it’s really not a good time. I got to the hospital at 4:30, and just got admitted and into a room about an hour ago, and it’s now 11:48. Talk about time consuming. I’m so effing bored, I’m using my phone, I’m not supposed to be, but there’s not much else to do, and I slept all day, so I’m not going to get much sleep tonight, and the fact that I’m hookedup to a whole bunch of shit doesn’t help either, and that I have a nurse monitoring me every hour to make sure I’m still alive or whatever. I’m not that sick, I’m going to live. I don’t neeeeed an ultrasound. I NEED TO PISS SO BAD, but I’m not dragging the fucking intervenis thing with me to the bathrrom, and I’m not pissing in a fucking “hat” whatever the hell that is. I don’t want to be here. I’m so fucking hungry too, I’m not allowed to eat until sometime tomorrow monring, what a bad time. I’m not allowed to drink either. I was hungry when I left home to go to the ER and it’s been a good 7 hours or so, and I still haven’t eaten. I think it should be the morning, I should get my ultrasound, and then I should get a mother fucking chicken burger. But only I can’t.. because I’m not allowed to leave the hospital. WONDERFUL. I’ll make someone bring me one.. but hopefully I’m allowed to leave after they get the results for that test back. And if they don’t find anything,my dad said he’s going to make them keep me until they do. What a fucking piss off, I don’t want to spend my whole weekend in the hospital, I have Stephanies birthday party to go to. My dad forgot to pack me pajama pants, and I’m wearing really awkward, not comfortable gym pants. No good. I love that this is going to be my longest blog yet, because I’m so bored, and have no television to watch, I’ve seen all of the movies that are on my laptop a good ten times already, and I have no phone to talk on. I’m going to stop texting people too, because I really don’t want to be the cause of someones death.. fuck you life support. On the upside, my iv.. well the thing thats penetrating my skin, is pink.. it’s a nice pink. And of course, I have a really wonderful array of bracelets. A yellow one, from outpatients, and now a blue one, with all of my information on it.. and a red-orange one that says “AMOXIL”in big letters.. alrighty then.. allergy bracelet. I hope the pain doesn’t get any worse.. because then I have to get a shot of morphine, I really don’t want a shot of morphine, from a fucking “butterfly” which is a needle that they stick in my skin, and then they open it up, take it out and it leaves a tube in me, apparently. As the nurse who’s name escapes me explained to me when we were walking to the fucking PEDIATRICS unit. I’m not five, I can be with the adults, KAY THANKS. I’m really pissed I missed Silverstein, MarcelVerhoeven was going to buy me a ticket, I love MarcelVerhoeven. We’re so in love, it’s wonderful. He’s a nice time. Said boy(not marcelverhoeven) hasn’t replied to any of my texts today, that’s rather odd.. I guess I’ll try again tomorrow.. I told him I’d keep him updated on whatever was going on with me and the hospital, so I just sent him a good ten random texts that he’s probably going to shit over when he sees them.. but whatever. I’m so bored, I was thinking before we left (I thought we were going to a clinic, but they were all closed) that I should have touched a baby.. BY THAT I MEAN I SHOULD HAVE COPIED AND PASTED A BUNCH OF FACEBOOK NOTES.. But instead, now I’m stuck here fo a good 800 years typing up this blog.. wonderful. I really don’t enjoy the fact that my “Johnny shirt” (Whyever the hell they’re called that..)doesn’t have a back.. (none of them do) I WANT TO PUT MY SHIRT BACK ON, but I can’t do that on my own free will, I need a nurse to take out my IV tubes and shit so that the arm will go over my... well.. arm.. isn’t it nice to know that up to this point right HERE There are 918 words, COOL DEAL. I could really go for some internet right now... it would be fabulous.. then I could communticate with the outside world, I’d love that a lot.. I don’t know if I’m allowed to leave my room right now.. it’s such a confusing time.. There’s a little girl beside me, well.. the other side of this room, and since it’s 12:08.. and she’s probably only like.. ten.. she’s sleeping.. I should probably try and sleep or something, but I don’t really want to. I REALLY DO WANT A CHICKEN BURGER THOUGH. Yes, yes I do. I also want someone here to keep me company. I’m so bored.. I feel retarded blogging while not connected to the internet.. oh well.. whatever. I’m in the hospital, what the fuck do you expect from me? Yeah, that’s what I thought.. I guess I’m going to go ahead and watch Joe Dirt now or something.. since there’s nothing better to do. If you read this all, I applaud you. *Round of applause*

fuck it.

What a fucking day. First I wake up to the news that I have to get my cat put down very soon, and then I get in an argument with my friend about how I'm stupid, and things are different with different people. Alrighty then. What a fucking retarded day, I should have just stayed home. I'm not going to apologize about being stupid, because I honestly don't think it was a stupid move, but whatever, different strokes for different folks..

It doesn't even matter, it really doesn't. What I do shouldn't be a topic of discussion between two of my friends, like really.

I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING THINK STRAIGHT ENOUGH TO WRITE MORE.

(continuation)

Wonderful of them to think that way..

So, what are the odds of me, talking to his girlfriend, and being civil? She's nice, I'll probably continue to talk to her (: Unless of course she wants to cut me for any reasons whatsoever.. I really wonder what is with me lately saying "Cut" .. It's such a fun thing to say, apparently..

"Moist.."

"Did you just say something about cake?"

"No Dad, no I didn't"

Haha, Monty.

Ugh, man, I'm going to miss my kitty like hell ): I LAAAVAAA JESUS. so hard. I want her to not have to die, stupid cancer ):

This blog is all fucked up and everywhere, what a wonderful time.

I'm glad things are still mutual, it brightened up my day a little bit. (:

Yay.

I'M GOING TO GO AHEAD AND GO HAVE A FEW SEIZURES AND WATCH NCIS NOW. Have a good day/night/morning/cat.

I'll tap the break, while you crack the window.

I'm eating these retarded good smores Ritz things. Just so you know. I stayed up late last night, writing poetry for my writing class, but I ended up not going to school today, because I'm sick. I hate being sick, it's the worst thing ever, It's not like I ever leave my house anyway, but now I don't have the freedom to do it if I want to. Sucks. I'm not even allowed on the computer, but I'm not sure if that rule changed because I got my laptop 100% paid for par moi. So he can't really tell me not to go on it. Oh well, he's walking the dog right now. HEY, GUESS WHAT!? The Blues Brothers Soundtrack has finished downloading. neat-o. I'm not sure if I wanted to go to music today, he sang songs that we wrote in front of the class, apparently. Wonderful. I found Emiley's iPod last night, 'twas quite the accomplishment, it was behind a box, under a water bottle. I've decided, before I go to Ontario next summer, I'm going to have an iPod, if it's the last thing I do. I seem to be the only one who doesn't have one, because everyone’s mom, and everyone’s grandmother has one. I'M SO OUT OF THE LOOP. Someone should buy me these (: I'll be your best friend. I'm so pumped, Texas for Christmas break, maybe! What a fun time, I hope we go. I've always wanted to go to Texas, not really.. But then I can say I've been to FOUR states, in America, wew. I want to go back to D.C so bad though, it was such a blast, wonderful place. Anyway, I'm going to stop writing for the time being..

In with the outro, and out with the old.

It sucks, but it's whatever. I'd really love to be able to be a huge dick, but I just can't, it doesn't work out for me. It really doesn't. For no reason whatsoever, I've posted twice today, Oh well. Blogging it a good way to get things off your mind, I guess. I'm just confused, like really? It's not like that. I LOVE THAT NO ONE WILL EVEN GET WHAT I'M WRITING. that's alright.

Those capitals look superior, but you can't see them like I can

Bummer. I'm supposed to go to my moms house, like fuck that's happening, I don't want shit to happen again. I haven't talked to her since her birthday, she tells my dad things and he relays it to me, when I call her, she screens the calls, dumb homo. When she calls me, she hangs up when I say hello. That's classy.

Does it piss anyone else off when people just abruptly leave and don't make any effort to say bye? I mean.. I do it ALL the time, but still, It pisses me off. I piss myself off in general, so it's all good that I do it too. I'm such a whore about things (Whore: not as in in sexing whatever moves) I really could have said bitch, and made it better. I need to stop doing that. WHAT THE HELL AM I EVEN TALKING ABOUT? I have no fucking Idea, I'm tired, I rant when I'm tired. (ahaha, I just wrote "I randy when I'm tired" but then fixed it. OH RANDY.

I love that I wouldn't seem like such a big idiot if I didn't tell people about the mistakes I make, or say my thoughts aloud. It would make people want to be my friend. Oh well, if you don't like it, it's whatever. Go fucking touch yourself.

"I was just about to say 'I that guys lay like that when they want sex' but then realized, I'm laying like that.." that made my day.

Yep.

---------------------------------------------------------

Snails see the benefits, the beauty in every inch;

Friday night, it was so much fun. I had a movie party (it wasn't really a movie party, we hungout downtown) with Stephanie, Jamie, Chelsea, Chris, Marcel, Zak and Brandon. It was pretty awesome. Then after everyone left, Stephanie, Chris and I stayed the night at Jamie's house, it was a pretty fun time, We watched movies ALL night. My neck, hurts like a mother fucker, and mother fuckers hurt really bad. So, I came home, and went to bed, and woke up at 5 PM, and had to babysit for 6, It wasn't a good time, but it was worth it.

Some things were kind of confusing, but I guess it's what it is.

I have a fuck load of homework to do, and it's due tomorrow, I have to write like, six rough drafts of poems for Writing, and a 12 bar blues song for Styles Of Popular Music. I have three words to that. FUCK. MY. LIFE. But it's whatever, it's not like I can reverse homework loads.

I really have some things I want to say, but I'm really thinking I should refrain from it, just for the fact that some people who are mentioned in it might read it, and I'd rather them not. EXCELLENT.

I just had the best juice ever, I have no idea what kind it is, but it was fucking fantasterful!

I got in Chris's pants on friday. And I've now decided that I like boys pants better than girls pants.

Parents are fucking retarded. "You guys are cute together." "What the fuck dad, we're not dating" "Oh.. really? I thought you were"

I'm so confused as to why my dad let me stay the night at Jamie's house.. for one, Jamie is a BOY, for two, my dad HATES boys. Odd.

I might be moving away, I hope I am. I've kind of now realized that PEI has nothing whatsoever to offer, except for awesome friends and stuff like that. It's going to seem like I'm running from my problems, I kind of am. Maybe a new start would be good, my dad seems to want to get off of this island pretty bad, Maybe a new start would be good, and if it turns out bad, I can come back.

Yeah, okay, I'm done with this for right now, I don't feel the need to have to think about anything else at the moment.

Just to start from scratch.

So, since the last time I've blogged, it's been a roller coaster. I'd love to explain it all to you, but really, you probably don't want to read it, and quite frankly, I don't think the people that are mentioned in it would like for me to share it. I could breifly describe some of the happenings, since I haven't blogged since what.. 2008? about there. Well, where to start.. I went to Vans Warped Tour this summer, it was amazing, hot, sticky, crowded, but amazing. I got to see a whole bunch of bands live, and hang with the guys from Jet Lag Gemini for a bit. I went to Canada's Wonderland, what a blast. (If you hadn't guessed/don't live in Canada, I went to Ontario.) I went to Wild Water Kingdom, probably the highlight of the trip right there. I met this super amazing boy named Trevor, Honestly, My favorite person ever. I'd give anything to go back up there and see him again. He made the whole trip worthwhile, I almost cried when I had to leave WWK. I hung out with him all day when he was working, 25 dollars well spent. That trip was a blast, we got to experience the ghetto, real life. like.. needles all over the place, gangs. Fuck it was cool.

When I got back, I worked a bunch, hung out with Brittany, chilled at her place quite a bit, with her and Katelynn, they're almost like my family. Scratch that, they are my family. Katelynn, who's not even Brittany's biological sister, already feels like my older sister. On the topic of older sisters, actually. I got to see my brother, and realized just how much I missed having him around, it was hard to leave, knowing it was going to be quite a while before I got to see him again.

My mom, she's being drunk, like usual. It's starting to get to me. But whatever, I'll deal with it, just like everything else in life. She fired me from my job, it was pretty lame. (I hated it anyway) As bad as my mom treated me, I really do still love her, and nothing will ever change that.

I'm not even going to write about half the stuff I want to right now. I'm too tired, I didn't sleep lastnight, I was up, thinking about everything. More one specific person, but still.. things.

Yeah, I give up.

Goodnight, no one.