I CRUSHED RUSH!

Hello my gentle giants.

I have BIG news. Well not BIG news. More like "big" news.

Last thursday, after school, Giscar was supposed to go skating, but he found out htta he had to work. So, he told Anais #2,Johnny, and Nicolas that he had to reschedule. Of course, they totally guilt-tripped him into calling sick. So, as we all walked to the bus stop, Giscar asked me to go with them. At first, I said no, but after much persuasion, I conceded. First, we made a stop at "Rock Junction", where Giscar and I were terrified by the heavy metal music blaring from the speakers and also by the size of some of the piercing rings.

After Nico spent over a hundred bucks, we finally left and went to 19 spruce st.,to John's friend's house. The man is 43, but he looks no higher than 35. Anyways, he took us on a mini tour of his house, and I was fucking impressed. It has 4 floors, each with its own bedroom and bathroom. I believe there are at least 3 kitchens. It is incredible. So, we sat down in the second-floor living-room, qand since it was 4 degrees out, we decided that skating on an outdoor rink, was not the best idea. So we stayed in, and started drinking.

Chris, the owner of the house, and Martin, a german exchange student, made us martinis and served us chips and salsa. At first, it was really awkward, but the more liquored up we got, the more congenial the atmosphere became. By the time 5 o'clock hit us we were all pretty tipsy. Of course Giscar started acting really strangely, the way he alsways does when he's drunk, and I had to stop him from drinking too much.

We talked about...uhm...let's seee......SEX!! 5 gay guys annd 2 straight girls have a lot to talk about. It was pretty interesting. We discussed fetiches, drugs that make you last longer, the fact that uncircumsized men will "fuck you for three hours". I really loved it. Of course, I mentioned Benjamin. After a few martinis I felt curiously brave.

to be continued...

Victory

Hello my lovelies.

Yes. I am back. And without a vengeance. I have been celebrating for the past week. As you probably all already know, the first Black President has been elected in the United States. Barack Hussein Obama is a hero to many people, including me. Thanks, Oprah.

Now, with that out of the way, I would like to say that I hope to god that he doesn’t fuck this up for us. It would ruin everything I didn’t work for. Because, of course, being born in 1990, I haven’t really been around long enough to experience the whole massive segregation thing that my parents did. But it doesn’t mean that it hasn’t been drilled into my head that « white people are evil » (according to my mother). It must really kill her that I only date white men. Ha. Oh well. Tough luck, mother.

But let’s face it, its not like he’s really black. Hello people, his mother is paler than a sick ghost. Put him next to a real black dude fresh off the boat from Congo, and you can tell that this “nigga” ain’t really a nigga. He’s just kinda tan. Now before all of you come through the computer to kill me, I’M BLACK!!! I can say these things. You all can’t.

I’m Canadian, so I couldn’t vote for Obama, but would I have, if given the chance? HELL FUCKING YEAH! What did you think? That I was a closet McCain fan? Are you fucking insane? That old wrinkly white-haired guy with his vagina-look-alike of a neck? No way. I prefer e young sexy refined and SLIM Obama.

WOUH! GO OBAMA!

Reunion

As you can tell by the lack of blogging lately, nothing interesting has happened.

Except that last friday I saw my ex-boyfriend T. after not seeing him since 2005. Well, I almost fainted. He has gotten so gorgeous. He grew a goatee, and his hair is long and curly and he grew like 6 inches. We went for coffee, and we've spent nearly every day together after that. It's just like old times, and I have have to admit, I question our break-up.

It wasnt bitter and messy. We just one day realized that we were more friends who made out, then boyfriend/girlfriend. But now, we've both matured, we're both legal, and we're both seniors in high school, hormones are flying. We almost gave in to each other yesterday.

One hic, we both have ppl in our lives, and as much as we want each other, we had to resist. Although I'm committed to J., I think I'm falling for T. again. He just understands me better then anyone. We both like the same passions, the same movies. Our music tastes differ, but that doesn't bother me that much. I remember once we went to the Central Library downtown. We were both overwhelmed by the three stories of books we came upon.We actually..."read a book" between the science-fiction and horror section. Twice.

With J., stuff like that never happens. He would never pick up a book if a teacher didnt tell him to. He knows nothing of pop culture and he only listens to gangsta rap. I really like him, but I don't think its gonna stick..On the other hand, T. and his gf have been together for over a year..so there must be something there. I dont want to let go of J. if T. isnt available. I know it sounds selfish, and maybe it is, but it's how I feel. I want to have my cake and eat it too!

Torn

Yay Me! *clapclapclap*

Mmm.

It's my birthday tomorow. I'm turning 18. The big 1-8. Which comes with voting and jury duty,and permanant criminal records. (sarcastically: yay...)

I have absolutly no idea what do to that is out of the ordinary to mark such an occasion. Getting wasted is out of the question. So...if somebody wants to help me out...I'm open to suggestions.

One of my friends suggested we go to a male stip club and shove loonies down the stippers' thongs. Well, I don't think they would appreciate cold metal so close to their nods. And frankly, I don't trust myself around naked, thrusting men. I feel a panic attack coming on. Besides, I think there is nothing funnier on this whole planet than a buff man shaking his ass in a thong. I go into incontrolable fits of laughter every time I see one, which is surprisingly often. Oh well.

Perhaps a night out at the movies. I've been meaning to see Meet the Spartans. Seems like a hilarious movie. I love the girl from MadTv who plays bald Britney. Mm. Should be fun.

Follow Up

I started taking "Marvelon 28" last Sunday, and I've gotta say...I'm pretty hor-motional. Don't believe me? Well, yesterday while watching the audtions of American Idol....I cried. And maybe you,re thinking:"Well, maybe she felt bad for a rejectee." Oh how wrong you are. It had nothing to do with the actual show. I just started reflecting on my life and how horribly untalented I am, and how I'm probably gonna die alone. Proof? Here's a quote from my journal:
"Want to crawl under my blanket and never come out. Disapear forever. Songe will never be written about me, will never get married. Feel like a truck just passed over my lungs.What was I thinking? As if M. would be interested in me. I'm such a fool! A completely idiotic toxic waste.I feel so damn isolated. How is it possible for a person to go so damn unnoticed? He breaks my heart with every smile. It's like god himself is smiling at me. Fuuuuccckkkkk! I feel shit."

There. You see? Completely neurotic. And I just transcripted the lesser parts. I don't want to come off as a complete psycho. Anyways....I guess it felt good to blow off some steam. Its kinda sad that it took an extra dose of oestrogene to help me get it out. Huh. I guess drugs are the answer to my problems.

Well, if you'll excuse me kids, I have to go shoot up behind a dumpster in an alley.

Scared

So I’ve decided to go on « The Pill ». I have yet to decide which brabd to go with. I love the « Allesse » commercials, and it says on the box that it clears moderate acne. which is good, except I don’t have any acne. So that doesnt really do anything for me. My other choices include tri cyclen-lo, and some other brands i can’t even remember the name of right now. They all have their own advantages…ah decisions…

The reason I’m putting myself through this is because my best friend recently had a pregnancy scare. And since she was scared, I was required to be scared as well. Finally, yesterday, we got her a pregnancy test in the school nurse’s office. It was quite awkward. She had to pee in a cup, and the nurse had to determine the level of oestrogene in her urine. I had to stifle my laughter for half an hour. It was too unreal. Thank god, she isn’t pregnant. Instead of getting a prescription for « The Pill », she decided to just buy a « Morning After Pill ». I consider this quite stupid, although I didnt’t tell her that (after all, she almost saw her life flash in front of her eyes). Why doesn’t she just prevent something like this from ever happening again?

Sometimes I just dont understand human beings. *sigh*

Anyways, I’ll come to a decision by Sunday and fill in.

Papi

Spoke to my gramps this weekend. Turns out he has prostate cancer. It’s still in the early stage, but it’s still scary. He says he doesn’t want the surgery, or even chemo. He wants to try something more natural like « herbs» and pastes, and goddamn meditaion. If he wasn’t my grandpa, I would probably kick his ass for being so frikkin daft! Grass and thinking will NOT cure him. I just dont get it. And its not like I can talk to him about it. He’s more stubburn than I am. Its a family trait : my mother, my sister, my aunt, uncles, cousins , the whole clan. Its what makes us the Bambara Family. A bunch of idiots who would rather die than admit they were wrong. It’s quite manic actually..

Bloody hell! I’m so effing pissed!

By the way.my sodding mother is the one who suggested the frikking natural medicine. She’s always been like this and I didnt mind until it came to my gramps’ life. I’ve been feng shui-ing since i was in bloddy diapers…alright, moving my couch will make me richer…thnx…I’m just happy i can afford this couch.

I just feel shit right now. I hate my sodding mum. I wish i could just tell her to bugger off!