FUCK

Kill the shepherds, save the sheep.

"Atheism is not a philosophy; it is not even a view of the world; it is simply a refusal to deny the obvious. Unfortunately, we live in a world in which the obvious is overlooked as a matter of principle. The obvious must be observed and re-observed and argued for. This is a thankless job. It carries with it an aura of petulance and insensitivity. It is, moreover, a job that the atheist does not want."

stuck in the city.

My friend greg has been working on a DVD of the shows from octobers Fucked up weekend, of which a pre-order is now available-be a sport and check it out.
http://stuckinthecity.wordpress.com/fucked-up-dvd/

Very aware that you do not care.

A little tease of something i've been working on lately called my "creative life store" Now you can all (all 3 of you who actually read this) mock my predicable choice of subject matter! (or, if you prefer, you can mock my lynard skynard shirt)

They said I was ill and they were not wrong.

As some of you may or may not know, yesterday i had some pretty serious mouth surgery. I had the lovely experience of dental implants as well as bone grafting to my jaw. I wasn't expecting it to be too horrible-but i also wasn't expecting to be concious, either. Anyway, after about 14 needles and being able to feel them stitching me back up i am left with a very swollen mouth and the metallic taste of blood that will not fade regardless of what i eat. Luckily for me, i've been given enough valium/codeine to make everything seem quite wonderfull. Maybe if i have some left over i can make some extra cash by selling them to the residents of little winnipeg. Anyway, i'm in oakville having my parents 'take care' of me for a few days. I will be back for cursed-or before i try and commit suicide (and not because i feel the need to end my life, it will stem from a sheer lack of bordom because there is nothing to fucking do in this city)

I'm not sure how well this photo does justice to the fact that right now i look like a platypus, but i can assure you i do resemble a strange aquatic creature of some kind that has a bill.

To me you are a work of art.

WHY CAN'T EVERY BOY IN MY LIFE BE LIKE THIS? (OR AT THE VERY LEAST HAVE THIS HAIRCUT?)

All you need is me.

Got my phone fixed-with none of fido's help (send it away for an undetermined amount of time and $175? nooooo thanks) Ming wireless-45minutes and $30 hellzzzzzzzzzzz yes! As if anyone even noticed that my phone wasn't working expect for my parents...

See these lines ? : truly disappointed.

So some of you may have heard me complain about the bane of my existence that is my "essay and the argument" bullshit excuse of a liberal studies course. It is obviously a fucking mandatory credit as a way for my school to deal with the large number of ESL students who cannot write for shit. I understand, as a person who speaks more than one language, that studying course material in any language that is not your first is challenging and I respect their drive and in most cases how well they do with it. But why the fuck do i need to be subjected to the same painful crap that they do. I'm sorry, but we are simply not on the same level in that respect. I'm not an english major, and i'm certainly not a writer. In fact, I really do despise writing (especially essays) with all of my being. Having said that-I'm a reasonably intelligent and literate person and i'm capable of writing well enough. With no marks back from my teacher i found myself curious as to how the other students in the class wrote and how i would compare with them. Then the other day someone next to me had left their essay on their desk, and my eyes just to happened to wander:

"Hip Hop has become a very important culture for many social age classes. It allow people to connect together not only by the way of it's dance moves goes, but also the clothing style, music and style of movement it influence people to become."

WTF. Are you kidding me?! Despite the grammatical errors that i'm pretty confident most word processing programs would catch, it just really doesn't make sense. I don't understand what they are really even talking about. I also don't understand how someone can write that way in a UNIVERSITY level english class and be passing. And i really don't think they happen to be one of the bottom students. I'm pretty sure they are quite on par with the rest of the class. No one in my class even knew what a contraction was! I'm obviously in a crap mood tonight. Everyday I find new and unique ways in which to be disappointed by the human race.

Since always.

So of course after getting a new sidekick and having not too difficult of a time setting it back up-it all has to go to shit. My data wasn't working when i initially got it because my settings had to be reset. I had a feeling simply putting a new sim into my phone wouldn't make it work and i asked about this-they assured it would be fine. It wasn't. So after speaking with customer service who obviously didn't know anything about my phone "Hip-what?" and "Are you sure that's a Fido phone?" they were able to establish why it wasn't working. I was on the phone with the rep who was constantly switching back and forth between me and the technician-eventually she just put me straight through to him (even though she said apparently they never do that). For a while i thought they were just trying to tell me to do anything they could think of in hopes i would get so frustrated and just hang up. "Well you need to push the reset button-first you have to take out the battery to do that" Well, no I don't because you can't remove the battery from a hiptop. They were constantly telling me the wrong thing to do- the whole while i was very patient and understand-after all, it wasn't her fault that she wasn't properly educated as to how my phone works. After poking safety pins into various openings in my phone that they were convinced were the 'reset button' the technician finally came to the conclusion the phone had to be reset via the menus. Despite wasting about an hour of my time, i thought the entire process went reasonably well-they helped me the best they could and were polite the whole time and I got my phone to work-or so i thought. Next day i go to use my phone and no one can hear me-I had poor service/I was in a loud bar-I had a number of reasons why i didn't find this strange. Until literally no one could hear anything. So after doing some research i discover that one of the wholes that i was told was the reset button was actually the microphone. The one they consistently told me to kept stabbing with a safety pin despite the fact that i told them I didn't think it was the reset button and that stabbing it wasn't giving me any results. Yeah. So they broke my fucking phone. Which are impossible to find. Which they can't replace. Which is the only phone i can use with the plan I have. Which they told me i would loose if i couldn't come up with a new handset. So now not only do i not have use of a phone right now again-Im going to have to fucking fight with them to be compensated. I'm so sick of having to fight for everything to work-but there is no way that i'm just going to let this go. I'm always calm and polite when dealing with situations like this. I'm a customer service reps' wet fucking dream. Not anymore. I'm allowing myself for once to be rude, irrational and demanding. I won't be able to deal with this untill at least wednesday-so please don't call me, only texting for now.

Got my phone back!

Since julia is the best ever, she gave me her old sidekick and i am no longer sans phone. I have the same number. Qwerty and I have been re-united and i'm very happy. For a while i thought i wasn't going to have a sidekick again. No more fitting in with 14 year old kids at the mall. No more late night chats with paris-I cringe at the thought. At least until july, that is when my contract is up. ANYWAYS. I'm at my parents house using a vista laptop-and i have to say i acutally kind of driving me crazy (with the exception of the parts that they stole from mac).

Watashi wa denwa bango des ka?

If we're friends, check out the note I made on facebook in regards to needing your phone numbers since i lost all of mine! Or if we're not 'facebook friends' I still lost all my cellphone numbers so I still need you to give me yours again! Bottom line: Give me your number!

I dont need to sell my soul, he's already in me.

So god is obviously trying to smite me after getting this:

because today i mysteriously lost my cellphone. I never lose things-let alone giant heavy things i used a million times a day (like my cellphone?) Tomorrow i'm going to steal my moms phone for the mean time until I'm able to get this situation sorted out. If you feel as though you'll need to get ahold of me, give me your number (because i've lost them all now) and i can text you with my temporary one.

to the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.

why can't i sleep anymore?

Best text message ever:

"BET is on at the laundromat. Thinkin' of you"

Today a piece of mail i'd been waiting on for over a month came. And while this one was a t-shirt with a note (that i was not expecting) a huge part of me wishes it was a different t-shirt with a note (that i am not expecting). One out of two ain't bad i guess. I've been actually very good with doing my assignments as of late which is a plus-i'm so committed to school even that I passed up the opportunity to go hangout with my mom in richmond hill. She's there for a few days on business and knows how much i love just hanging out in hotels. She almost had me when she bragged about the starbucks inside the hotel-but i feel like i'm on a productivity streak and am reluctant to break it. I'm getting pretty bummed about it right now when i think of all of the fun and horribly cheesy things we could have done. They play out in my mind as a montage from a 90's tv show-like ready or not. We would order room service, jump on the bed, eat ice cream, make prank phone calls and talk about the cutest boys in the class. I miss sleepovers! As soon as i'm finished class i am totally going to organize stupid sleepovers with all my friends 2ho will sleep in my living room like it's grade six all over again. You can come if you have any JTT video tapes.

Things about my weekend that i like?

o Nate back from Winnipeg!
o Nachos
o Crashing parties
o Puke on cops
o Stolen cow corncob holders (what?)
o No Homo
o Peeing on buildings
o My roommates being so awesome
o Cruisin’ USA
o Curly Fries
o Bingo!
o Julia, Michelle and Dani
o Being remembered for something good
o Warm enough weather for Iced Lattes

Looking for roommate may 1st

One guy(professional 9:30-6) and girl(ocad student/part time retail) looking for a 3rd roommate to move in for May 1.

3 Bedroom house (we live on the main floor) in little italy. $575 util incl.
-Hardwood floors
-Recently renovated kitchen
-Huge 12ft ceilings
-Backyard patio with bbq
-Parking space in back
-Basement storage with laundry.

We have cable tv, wireless internet and phone. Close to Dundas and College street cars, 24hour grocery store half a block up the street. For those who know the area, this is probably one of the greatest parts of downtown Toronto to live in. Map 303 crawford st.

Our current roommate is heading to England. We are hoping to find someone that we know or knows either of us through friends and can be vouched for as an awesome person. I can provide pictures later if anyone is interested. brandondemarco@gmail.com or xwishbearx@hellokitty.com