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yesterday i went to tim hortons and i saw someone almost die! they fell to the ground and face turned all swollen and they were gasping for air like a fish out of water, at first i thought it was a drunk indian high on datura or something. he kept gasping "help me help me" eventually like half an hour later an ambulance came. and everyone in the tim hortons except for like 3 people just went on with their lives, not even caring. oh and the streetwalkers. i felt bad for him, someone should have hugged him, to like, reassure him.
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OREGON: Doctors found an unusual cause for a nine-year-old boy's earache - a pair of spiders had made their home in his ear. Jesse Courtney, from Albany, kept complaining of popping noises - like Rice Krispies - in his head. Mum Diane took him to the doctor and when they flushed his ear, a dead spider came out. Another syringing brought out a second spider, which was still alive. A relieved Jesse said later: "The spiders were walking on my eardrums." Publication date 07/05/07
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[17 Aug 2006|03:57pm] |
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Don't be rude, use some lube!
The Running Man (1987): Featuring Arnold Swartzenegger, offering us his corny german puns. It's a pretty good story, it's based on the book by Stephen King. It's in the future and this man (Arnold) is wrongfully convicted of this crime, and he has to go on a gameshow that they send convicts to be killed, and Arnold of course is stronger than everyone put together and stands victorious....
Sometimes They Come Back (1991): Based on the short story also written by Stephen King (he writes everything), this movie is like a longer, better version of an episode of Are You Afraid Of The Dark. Mainly I just liked the tough dead greaser guys....
John Carpenter's Vampires (1998): Good vampires, good deaths, kind of a floppy plot and an asshole-y main character that I hated.
Hellboy (2004): If you like movies about big ugly strong creatures that fight each other, then this is the movie for you.
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[15 Aug 2006|05:01pm] |
Dear Cannabis Connaisseur;
What are some slang terms for marijuana or smoking marijuana in other parts of the world?
-Tea Time Toker
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Dear Tea Time Toker;
After some thorough research, I've come up with some interesting results. Apparently Asian smokers in the Florida area like to use the term Banzai Buds. Bigfoot is a term used in some parts of Alabama that can refer to cannabis, or the high itself. In South Georgia, the term Diggity is apparently heavily used when referring to potent marijuana. Australians like to call their ounces Oscars, and it's popular in the UK to refer to a joint as a Zoot.
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[14 Aug 2006|06:25pm] |
Dear Mary Mary Quite Contrary;
Is eating mold bad for you?
-Toast Girl
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Dear Toast Girl;
Eating molded or otherwise spoiled food is not healthy, but is not a severe threat either. If you have not experienced immediate effects: an upset stomach within 24 h, or enteritis (diarrhea, cramps) within 2 or 3 days I guess there is nothing to worry about.
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[03 Aug 2006|01:52am] |
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My two cents on floppy films that I have seen recently: *spoilers implied, so don't read if you care to see these*
The Village (2004): it would've been better if there really WERE monsters... the whole heartbreaking "lets-never-get-hurt-again!" theme kind of works, for what it's worth, but was not what I was looking for. I feel it was marketed to me as a horror film, and it definitely did not quench my gorey-thirst.
Red Eye (2005): yeeesh... the only thing that kept me watching was out of boredom and because Rachel McAdams is pretty. But her character was such an annoying "hero"-type person, and I didn't even care enough about the characters to give a shit whether any of them lived or died. Predictably unbelievable, unbelievably predictable, it kinda just sucks....
The Transporter (2002): the transporter is a cheesy dream, unfiltered straight out of the egotistical male mind. I'm not even going to waste any more words on it.
Rosemary's Baby (1968): I had to start this movie 5 different times, mostly because the theme (babies) scared me too much to go on. Yesterday night I even had to sleep with the lights on. But now, after finishing the movie, I realized it's actually kind of cheap. Basically it builds up extremely well to an unsatisfactory ending. It's not too bad of a suspenseful-wondering type of horror film, but just not the kind I like.
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[02 Aug 2006|12:10am] |
DREAMS III
I can't remember well at all, but last night my dream involved this island, where two "people" had been exiled to, and they gradually started to look less and less human (kind of like Gollum from Lord of the Rings), they looked like tall black skeletons with blackish skin draped over some parts of their body, and long long clumpy black hair. They were so disgusting looking, to the point where I would feel physically sick to my stomach just looking at pictures of them.
Anyway, so they died, and so then people decided to build an inn there, as like a tourist attraction. They showed everyone pictures of the creatures. Then the ghosts of these things haunted the inn, and I remember running down the stairs trying to avoid them and people also happened to be shooting at me. ANd there was no escaping because it was an island.
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[30 Jul 2006|02:02pm] |
DREAMS II
first thing I remember is being in Gina's living room with a bunch of people. There was no furniture. Suddenly I get up and run across the street to get the bus number. I'm calling telebus but the woman sounds drunk. She's giggling after everything she says and her information is incorrect.
I go back to Gina's... Then I'm flying around in a long corridor, occasionally ducking into open doors to avoid being seen. I'm "the equator", I look like a bat but rarely anyone gets to see me because I can fly and go through ceiling tiles. People try to catch me though because I equate things... or something (I donno it made sense in my dream). Little boys are running around trying to catch me, suddenly someone traps me in a room (I can hide above ceiling tiles but I can't go THROUGH the ceiling or walls or anything lol).
Then there's a concert going on in a gymnasium kind of like Massey's. 2 people dressed up in costumes are playing music or something, and like 5 girls are at the front of the stage, cheering. A girl with curly brown hair catches the eye of one of the performers, and he starts talking about marrying her. Then he brings out this HUGE gift box that's like 5 feet x 5 feet x 5 feet. The girl starts opening it, and then I suddenly become the girl. There's so many things in there, mainly just stupid gift things like candles and chocolate and stuff, but there's a section with some things that look like they belong to me, and one of those things is my pipe. I pick it up, and at this point I realize it's a dream (and I RARELY realize in my dreams that I'm dreaming). I start caressing it and admiring its beauty, and then I think to myself "this may be the last time you get to blaze out of this pipe" so I pack some weed and blaze.
Then I wake up.
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[23 Jul 2006|02:40pm] |
DREAMS
First thing I remember is being in the basement of my mom's house with a couple people, I don't remember who Tanya was probably one of them. We were listening to books on tape, but we also kind of got transported into the story as it went along. The first story had to do with hiking through snowy mountains... We were on a journey somewhere, and I remember the title of the tape was: 3. A Shot Is Heard. But then suddenly the next tape was about going to Africa.
Then we went outside, and a car with asians drove up, and they wanted drugs. Amongst us was a drug dealer and they got into the car ETC ETC, and Angel was there and she said something about how someone in the car ruined her life, so me, her and some other girl started walking away. Then I notice that the other girl is gone and Angel is ahead of me, crying, and I realize that she wants to be left alone. So I cut through someone's yard, and then I'm out in a great open field. Far away ahead of me is a stage, divided into a living room and a bedroom. Far to my left is HUGE blue plastic swimming pool, about the size of a football field, but it was empty.
Then I'm with some girl and boy and they want to go to a carnival. They both have brown hats and are dressed in brown 1800s clothes. We walk up to this normal-size garage door, and I pull at some lever on the ground beside it. From inside the garage I hear an elf saying "no not yet, hold on, not yet", but I keep pulling anyway. Then the garage door opens and inside is a small parking lot that could fit like 10-15 cars in it. Only about 5 cars were parked though. At the other end was other garage door, it opens and we go out the other side.
But it's just a huge field again with dead yellow grass (like the one before). We walk, and I notice that now I'm wearing a 1800s brown dress and a brown hat. Then the boy says that I have an angry cat in my backpack and I should let it out. I put my bag down (I don't know how I aquired this bag) and unzipped it. An angry orange cat crawled out and bared its sharp teeth at me and began running towards me. I swung a non-existant bat at it, and somehow knocked it out.
But we know it's not dead and we don't know what to do, so I ask "does anyone have any weed?" and the boy says he has a little, and I say that we should blaze the cat so it's not angry anymore.
Then I wake up.
There's also another dream I had about Billy Galatas babysitting my sister at a swimming pool, and something about a dollarstore, but I can't remember too well.
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[10 Jul 2006|10:14pm] |
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Tomorrow's 7-11! And you know what that means, free slurpees!!!! It's definitely one of my favourite days, right next to halloween (free candy day) and 420 (the most beautiful day of all). I just rented natural born killers which i hear is really good. I have to saturate the fluffy white popcorn with seasoning salt until it is completely utter orange before I can taste it, I wish I had taste buds. buds of taste. So anyway I'll be around the corner from 711s all around town tomorrow, you should be too! my phone stopped working cuz my dad forgot to pay the bill hahahaha.
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[29 Jun 2006|08:22pm] |
NOTICE!!!!
okay so I got this job selling knives and I'm supposed to go to peoples houses and make presentations to them, and I get paid whether or not you buy knives or not, so anyone who's interested or knows anyone who wants to be nice and make me money, please indicate so and/or call me on my telephone. DO THIS BEFORE MONDAY cuz if I make a lot of presentations before then I get to win things or something.
mmmm chicken.
So yeah, I hope everyone is having a good summer so far. I'm supposed to work all this weekend but Saturday is CANADA DAY!!! Everyone should blaze with me at some point during that day. Evvveeerrryyyoonnneee.
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There are now these christian summer camps for kids where they are taught things like "global warming is not going to happen. science doesn't prove anything." And they play video games called Creation Adventure which teaches against evolution and the children talk to a cardboard cut out of George W. Bush, who has "added credibility to being a christian."
read more http://www.alternet.org/movies/37373/
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[13 Jun 2006|08:47am] |
This kid's head is split in two. "The US Military said a raid on Baquba resulted in the "killing of seven terrorists and two children"."................
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Things I learned today:
In Calgary, a guy stabbed and strangled his roommate's cat and used its blood to write on the walls.
Global warming is going to make poison ivy grow bigger and cause itchier rashes and painful pus-filled blisters. 80 percent of humans are highly allergic to poison ivy, but the other 20 percent have no reaction to it.
Death toll for the Indonesia earthquake is more than 5,400, atleast 200,000 are homeless.
This baby was born with three arms, its third being unusually well-developed.
I kind of miss blazing every day after school and talking and disagreeing and planning and being positive and being paranoid and climbing things and walking long distances and having good luck and being significant and talking on the phone, even though I hate talking on the phone. But most of all...... I miss my pipe. I didn't even realize my unhealthy emotional attachment to it until now, not only was it BEAUTIFUL but it's been with me through a lot and it's always been there and it's pretty unique, I haven't been able to find one that looks similar, not like it matters I don't ever feel like getting a new pipe I don't want any other one. I guess I will roll joints until the day I die. And now I understand, you leave with everything?
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Today I'm blazing and listening to Gravy Train and Mohammed Rafi and eating purple popsicles and blazing. When the purple ones are all gone I eat the pink ones. Today was a nice day, a stoned day. Is ignorance bliss? I can never figure it out. Some of my happiest memories are being lied to. So should christians or whomever believe in religion technically be happier people? No one can really prove that your religion is "wrong" so you can always have complete faith in it and never be afraid of being proven that it's "wrong", and being able to to have complete faith in something is a good feeling.
Santa claus isn't real, the easter bunny and the tooth fairy aren't real, but I already know this my parents never played along with those things so now I'm feel like I've just discovered that santa claus doesn't exist. Love, empathy, honesty, understanding, aren't real?!?! It's all just bullshit and all there is is power and greed and money and war and pain and death. Everything is bullshit, people just want to hurt each other now we've evolved into sadistic carnivorous monsters.
But then there's my friends and all the beautiful people scattered about everywhere who must be aliens because we're different from all the rest of the self-destructive creatures that live here, and there's blazing and laughing and coincidences and conspiracies and dreams and foreign music and I guess we have to stay and try to keep everything balanced or things will truly be hell......?
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I get to paint a ceiling tile of this:
But I'm not too good at symmetry and I'm afraid I'll make it look like shit. And then I'll feel bad for making a shitty reproduction of something so perfect. I don't know. This weekend's been pretty good so far. The grandpa from House of 1000 Corpses reminds me of "Scruffles". Today is Tanya's birthday. Days seem longer now that it's light out for more hours. But insects will soon be invading my personal space and crawling all over my stuff and my clothes and my hair and getting tangled up in everything....
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I had to write a story for English, read it!!! And tell me what you think. I feel as if the ending is a bit awkward.. I suck at endings.
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Today when I was walking home from school I saw two little 8 year old boys yelling at each other and as they backed away from each other, one of them was saying to the other, "you'd better be scared, I'm gonna get some friends tomorrow. Big ones. Like teenagers? .... Yeah, you'd better watch out."
This morning one of my fish was dead. I'm watching Space Jam on TV, this was one of my FAVOURITE movies as a kid. Hah it's so cheesy but hilarious. The screen of my cellphone suddenly stopped working, now it's just all black but I can still receive calls like a normal phone. But I still feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
If you are what you eat, what would you be made of?
I'd mainly be goldfish and chicken..... and oranges.
My mom said she might blaze with me one day. Wouldn't it be cool if my mom turned into a pothead?? haha
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