pesadilla en la escuela

things that have been pissing me off lately:
-scenester dancing. you know what i mean. that stupid repetitive knee jangle. sometimes they'll spice things up and alternate the leg. keep that shit in the croatian cultural centre
-weekends that aren't long enough. two measly days? that doesn't cut it. who do they think i am, lorenzo di medici? i need like 5 days: one to sleep in and do nothing, one to go out and be productive, one to recover from the previous day, one to get depressed about how the weekend is almost over, and another one because i like things to end on multiples of five. fuck, if it were really up to me weekends would be 25 days long
-blondie. it occurred to me a while ago, that if blondie were a band that came out around now, noone (i mean, noone who knows anything about anything) would like them. they suck.
-that one fucking song that goes "you're beautiful" makes me want to stick a pencil in my eardrum. thank god the general public seems to have gotten over this song because if i heard it one more time i would have personally killed the singer with a blunt object
-cilantro. i hate to admit that i've seen the movie jackass (...i liked it. and not even a little bit. i liked it a lot) but that part where they squirted mustard all over that one guy and he's like "there's two things i can't stand and they are mustard and period blood" i totally felt what he was saying, except i don't mind mustard too much. his mustard is my cilantro. FUCKING CILANTRO. why does it exist? it tastes like dick.
-the names craig, danny, trent, marv, and jeff. i can't explain why. it's not even that i've had bad experiences with people with these names. but i can guarantee that if you're named any of these, you're probably busted and i wouldn't touch you, in any sort of sexual context, with a ten foot pole. and a radiation suit. speaking of which, i really want a radiation suit. i just have this feeling that it may be very useful someday
-anyone with a myspace. do i really have to explain this one?
-ugly people. still. i was reminded of this by the most recent episode of america's next top model. that girl jade... i'm not even exaggerating, when i see her face, all kinds of sick juices come shooting up my throat. i find her appearance offensive. her personality is vomit inducing too, but does anyone really care about personality? i don't.

so i guess it's pretty safe to assume that i hate a lot of things.

yeahhh boyyyy

okay
so i just finished my "supplemental application" to the one post-secondary institution that i applied to.
i put it off for 4 months. it feels so good to get that shit out of the way
now all i have to do is my homework so i can get good grades so i can graduate so i can get into a good university where i'll be forced to blow all my profs so i can barely pass my classes so i can get a good job so i can pay more taxes and then, god willing, buy a house so i can get married so i can have 2.5 children and white picket fences so i can eventually die of cancer and someone will read two lines about me in the obituaries in the vancouver sun.

now i have to go brush my teeth and sacrifice some virgins in order to ensure my acceptance. it's my equivalent of a normal person's basket of muffins. (like the $140 i paid my mother paid to those crooks JUST for them to skim over the application wasn't enough)

adventures with bus stop trash

the variety of people who take public transportation in the suburbs make riding the bus either really interesting or scary. not scary like you're going to get killed (contrary to what the bus stop trash want you to think) but more in the way that makes you want to weep for the future. i've been walking home a lot lately but was forced today to take the welfare wagon home due to a poor choice of footwear. i got lung cancer and a bunch of STD's in the process of waiting for my bus. it always amazes me to see little kids smoking and doing other "bad" things. especially when it's people that can be "saved", like jorge. sorry about the excessive use of quotation marks. i just want to grab him by the shoulders and shake him and tell him, in spanish of course, that smoking only looks cool in turner classic movies.