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Wednesday, June 6th, 2007
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4:02 pm - Timbaland, you are Officially a musical parasite.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-VcJMgRJors
Much like the parasite that plagued my small intestine, Timbaland has earned his spot in my personal
"Enough Already"
category.
Okay, this song is above decent if you ask me. However the few bars Timbaland drops in it ruins the fucking song. Can he add something without it getting some baby-girl grade A BS? Fuck. If you are going to work with an intelligent artist, at least add something intelligent. Even it's a modern Green Day-Esque "fuck you Bush."
Really.
/endrant
current music: Alizee • J'en Ai Marre
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| Friday, May 18th, 2007
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1:35 am - Fuck you.
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"I'm going to ignore that on the grounds flaming is a subjective term."
Fucking mother did her version of a fucking clean sweep to my room, sorry lemme correct that to Idiotuguese: "SweepClean!"
I can't even fucking find my camera bag. Where I knew it was last.
current mood:  annoyed
current music: New Order • Fine Time
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| Thursday, April 5th, 2007
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1:14 pm - SQUEESPLOSION!!11!!1
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Okay, so I being the ultraparanoid loser I am, made Heather purchase tickets for the virgin music festival while I was working AND it paid it off 10x more with the release of additional artists to the roster.
Including:
M.I.A. (FUCK YEAH MUTHAFUCKAS)
Arctic Monkeys
Metric
Peter Bjorn and John
Oh and Bjork and Smashing Pumpkins will already be there along with Amy Winehouse, The Killers and Interpol (and more, suck on that!)
So today is the Lily Allen Concert, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-PANTS
And then there is CSS in June.
I need a cigarette this summer's music is HOT HOT HOT
Virgin Music Festival '07 will be a nice kick to the new school year.
Orgasm.
I love music.
current mood: ECSTATIC
current music: M.I.A. • 10 Dollar
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| Wednesday, March 28th, 2007
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1:40 pm - ...then I see it's a pimp and his crack whore
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So now that I approach the final stretch of my first year in school for fine arts, art history...
I pause and say: fuck was this ever a waste of my time.
Well from an educational standpoint that is. I know for a fact how little I applied myself or cared to.
This year was also littered with the some of the biggest emotional lows I ever had.
There were however many perks, in the people. Many of them helped me from the lows that seemed beyond my control and people who helped me and schooled me.
And hence why overall I look at it as a positive experience overall. About a year ago I felt so lost and small. But I've had the people that helped give me the bearings I need.
So hurray for the McAwesome people I met!!
"I'll start with a valuable friend. I'm happy, hope you're happy too."
Ashes to Ashes • David Bowie
I also have my first final tomorrow. And this was also a nice means of procrastinating.
current mood: stressed, hopeful, sexy
current music: Lily Allen • LDN
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| Thursday, March 15th, 2007
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5:08 pm - Case in point
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Me: "Whoa, that girl in the red hair just totally gave me a premise for my essay"
Kathryn: "And that's why we go to university to learn things."
Me: *explains thesis*
Kathryn: "That's it, you are like my, speaking representative now."
Me: "Whoa, I can be like, a Seraphim to God!"
Kathryn: "...case in point"
So I took the first step and went to an initial counselling session at York. Nothing special, just something to scratch the surface to direct where maybe I should be going to better myself.
One thing was, to better myself is that I have to elsewhere! The waiting list is bigass, fortunately there's a place I can contact to start something with sooner.
I was also recommended some career counselling. Which I know I need.
This art history shit is tired, bitches.
Amongst my angst and head struggles I found plenty inspiration for stuff to be put smack down in my sketchbook.
I love my Nikon F75.
I'm sad that Fuji is gonna stop film production, too.
Bastards.
Maybe I'll paint again. I do have that effing giant widescreen canvas that my sister is using as a puzzle preserver.
My optomitrist is a twit. He doesn't believe that I need my left eye stronger. Douche.
I'm all sorts of things today, forgive me if my thoughts are repeated or are remotely cohesive.
I also decided earlier this week, to get into shape this summer.
I need to work on le details. I think eating healthier is a good start.
current mood: experimental, powerful, stressed, hopeful
current music: The Arcade Fire • No Cars Go
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| Tuesday, January 9th, 2007
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5:00 am
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Been such a long time posting, not sure what is relevant.
I really like how for about two weeks in the year, I get to have all this awesomeness of Christmas, new years and my birthday evenly spaced, I just want to make the most of all of them.
Christmas was quiet. My nieces are so cute. Good food, I gained some weight.
New Year's was fantastic, I never really did it out per se. Became drunk hardcore by 9:30 (Lush+PURE empty stomach + tequila shots =FUN!!!1!)
Tim has been incredible, although I get self-conscious, he met the confident me, however as I get to know a person and they know me, I become worried about how they perceive me. I just need to balance this and realize he sees something very good in me.
I worked so much these holidays, yet I am still broke off my ass. I also endured the most verbal abuse from a customer to date. Long ass story, in the end, the man was literally (or borderline) insane.
Money shortages may effect how I perform in school.
My lovely music collection, as wide and vast as it is, is surely gonna come under the wrecking ball. I simply cannot stand some things on there, the space is needed by others. It grows.
I am again so aware of what it is I want from my creativity. I'm well aware that I can be possibly a great critic. However, does the world really need another person like me? I want to do something constructive.
I <3 my skull-faced poodle on my sweater.
current mood: awake
current music: CSS - Art Bit
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| Monday, November 20th, 2006
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4:32 pm - Random thought- cold and untitled.
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small lecture hall is cold
professor talks about truth in Roman sculpted faces
all I see is an Italian grandpa
skin on my thighs is uncomfortably dry
I fantasize about subject matter
inappropriate for LJ
I want to sleep.
current mood:  Sick, cold, tired
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| Friday, October 6th, 2006
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3:42 am
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Well today has been a mixed one.
Thursday's lecture was dull as usual.
Twice my character has been attacked. I guess I deserve it. Things happen for a reason.
I am subhuman, spoilt, selfish and a fauxfaggot.
While I know I can't please everyone, it seems my evolution has offended others. Forgive me for being diverse.
I try to sort it out, but my word is invalid.
I'm a villan for being me.
I must suck.
current mood: useless
current music: The Beatles - Here Comes The Sun
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| Thursday, September 28th, 2006
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2:00 am - the television man is crazy - larry king [i'm a weirdo]
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Some things recently caused me to faulter. Rude things said from an asshole that was in no position to say anything.
I have fallen into a near-depression slump and I want it to stop. The words and compassion from my closest friends have meant something, and I think they really did because this was a time I actually admitted defeat. Which is rare for me to do. Ever The words of advice meant more than they realize. They are the ones I miss.
I don't like asking others for help, I find it to much as a sign of weakness.
I took the time to just retreat for a little, sit back and evaluate.
I realize a lot of things are goodish in my life at the moment, so instead of looking on what is empty (and that is my love life, which will by the looks of it, should just remain empty, if people aren't good enough to stick it out for me, or make clear what they want, or their plans, then they aren't worth it, I want to keep what I know I have is better-than-gold for someone that matters and will appreciate it). Granted there are a couple of guys, that are of potential value, one doesn't recognize that I exist, the other is just far. And that sucks. Such is life. (latter gentleman being better by a longshot than the former).
I am drawing more, as in becomming inspired for little pieces more often, sure they are sketched stylized items but it is my own work, and that is more than I can say for.
People have confidence in my knowledge in what makes a more than decent photo, apparently! (I won't give any more details) I think I am going to devote more time to photography itself, not because its 'kewl' but because I just generally love taking
pictures.
These scraps and images are essentially to preservation of my perception of that moment. And I like to do nothing more than share what I feel at the moment. ;)
"everyone is entitled to my opinion" - (apparently) Madonna [I wanna do more background search on that quotation origin
My MacBook is beautiful regardless of some cosmetic scatches from its accidental first (and pray to someone, ONLY) fall, I think it's an amazing tool I acquired. It's hot and useful. It works.
I'm a little behind in school (readin only,thank goodness) but it is nothing short of something I cannot handle, pressure is my catalyst for performance.
My drawing prof is an angel, I won't explain more, but I have a lot of respect for her and what she does. Method lies in her madness.
I want to kick out the ugly in my life, not sure if my confronting or just removing the people and things that I felt obliged to keep around. Maybe just a swift kick to their ass and looking the other way. Its been this long, why would they care now about what I think of them at all.
I discovered that CNN is my background noise of choice, I think I can hear the redundancies in the juxtaposition of their descriptions and headlines better this way.
I love the new season of America's Next Top Model, the twins are IN.
I may be in debt, but I wanna buy some fall clothes...
It is my favourite season, the colours look so good on so many people. Rich and warm and boldness permitted.
I'll have to make do with what I have (which is a bit [now]).
I'm really looking forward to being downtown for the Nuit Blanche this weekend, an evening of.. I don't even know what to expect, it's the first one! The people I'll be with will make it worth it.
current mood:  Optimistic
current music: Nelly Furtado - Forca
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| Saturday, September 23rd, 2006
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2:53 am - you ain't pimp, you ain't a hustler, man's got a cady and lady's got a chrysler
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Well lemme start with the good, (there's no real bad, just frustration)
I've been making new friends at school, most of them intelligent competant people and becomming better friends with people who are a whole lot of awesome.
My Mac, my baby, my beautiful has arrived. While its version of MSN has some drawbacks, I fucking love it. The extra costs on the specs were worth it, and my mother seems happy knowing how much I rely do love it. As much as I complain about her, she does support me (for the most part, still working on the gay thing with her).
he frowns: "gee my life's a funny thing am I still too young?" - David Bowie, Young Americans
Still just going bonkers over men. I tried to make another place and time to meet the guy who cancelled before. Lo and behold I am cancelled on again.
The men are just not interested in Chris, I must scare the shit out of them or something. I <3 my friend sticker.
Of course I seem to attract all the wrong people, and people who are not where I am in life (jail bait is not welcome).
School and the readings are creeping up on me. I hate my art history classes and that is my major. They go slower than their readings because they get excited by another element they suddenly remember, fucking unstructured coots.
My drawing class lowers my self-esteem. At least I have Kathryn and Marina to ease its 4 hour suffering.
FACs, the cultural studies is the only I class I enjoy all around, too bad my energy was sapped from me today, the wall was so nice to slump...up....against. Thank goodness for headphones and music with high bpm to keep me barely awake.
Plus an added shocking element of figure of my recent making the time to communicate with me. All so unnexpected.
current mood:  Confounded
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| Monday, September 11th, 2006
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12:37 am - so she's taking all her vitamins
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So last week I began my post-secondary education; yay!!
I was disoriented and lost mainly because I didn't take the time to learn the campus or to initiate any other little important things. Whoops!
Well the first day was interesting, met a strange and unusually poppy girl named Lana- who happens to be in my same class, at least I have a study bud.. gal. Ha!
My drawing class was somehow intensified by my profs. attitude which was serious, quirky and flaky all at once. I'm looking forward to learning from her, I hope it can reawaken what I know I am capable of. In between class I had met up with Katrina and a friend whom I haven't seen in ages: Andrea. I missed the girl so damn much she was always a fascinating person.
The next day started out horrendously, I no one I knew around and an extended break because of the lack of a tutorial- I also forgot my credit card so I didn't purchase my textbooks when I could have. They day turned however during a rat-race that involved the room location of my modern art history class (probably going to be my favourite this year) when I recognized a girl from my drawing class and we all too quickly bonded finding out that we have the nerdiest and some of the randomest things in common (and knowing the lyrics to Speed Racer). It looks like I have made a very good friend in Kathryn.
On Friday I was suffering from sheer exhaustion, I met someone who I had in my old art classes-- a nice and so blunt Argentinian girl, Carolina. She helped me and directed me around with the free time I had to go and get my student ID, pick up my GO student card and where a few facilities were. It was good I met her, or I would be muthafuckin' clueless still into this week.
That night I worked an absolutely dull shift. Not being on the floor fucks me up.
At least now I know where all my classes are, and I have the convience of them being all located in the central area around the bus loop.
Now I have to buy my textbooks tomorrow and gather supplies for a fitting art kit for drawing class.
Yesterday (Saturday) I went to the awesome Virgin Music Festival-- first ferry to arrive- freebies and whatnots, contests and drawings-
The actual GOOD music didn't begin for a while. We gave bands a try, really we did.
And I learned my voice can carry very very well as I shouted "FUCK NO!" in response to ill scarlett's question to the crowd about the grass being wet, he acknowledged my response. *cackle*
By odd chance, we encountered Dan and Tara friends from highschool that recognized us, from behind and we hung out together for the bulk of the day because we all wanted to see the same bands.
Amazing performances by The Dears, Muse and The Flaming Lips-- unfortunately The Flaming Lips' set was cut short because the stage was running behind all day and the headlining band was the one I had come to really see. At least I got to hear Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robotos pt.1/pt.2. Their performance is something random, energetic, involving and life changing. I was seeing a band I cared about and I totally let myself get into the music.
The lineup for the ferry was horrendous! Fortunately somehow we got on one of the earlier boats back, had a quick meal at McDonalds and caught the last subway ride into Mississauga.
Pics here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/cmarques/sets/72157594150582790/
Now I should probably try and sleep, it's just so hard to.
Edit UPDATE:
changed url for pics, since I have no gone pro with my flickr account and organized things into a new set
Today was a bitchin' day at school, got to meet up with many friends and they got to meet each other-
I nearly passed out in western art history! The room was so dark and small that I mastered nodding off sitting straight up. Afterwards I met Kathryn (awesome girl from drawing/modern art) and killed some time on the grass.
I eventually mustered the will to buy my books and less than an hour later, the deed was done- then met Lauren and Dorian and had a nice chat on the grass until it turned freakishly cold and we had to go into the openess of Vari hall and watch the people busy by.
Slept on the bus home, ate a killer dinner. All in all, exhausting, but grande Monday.
w00t flickr PRO is SWEET.
current mood:  chipper
current music: Muse - Bliss (not intentional, actually, ahaha!)
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| Sunday, August 20th, 2006
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1:40 am - there's a brand new dance, but i don't know it's name
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Where do I begin? I cannot thing of a good point of reference. All I can think of various days at work that are all becomming the same, except some have better conversations than others.
With our full-time lab worker back, things have that slightly more anxious feeling in the air.
The woman requests my assistant manager who has some lab training over me.
I had to show her how to close the lab tonight.
Now, what the fuck?
This is all I can think to write at the moment. My brain is scatters right now.
Maybe I'll update later.
current mood: contemplative
current music: Nelly Furtado feat. Chris Martin - All Good Things
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| Wednesday, July 26th, 2006
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1:17 am - long as there are stars above you
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Well let's see, my boss' tenacious manner to make me the ultra-versatile employee of her dreams has me wanting to tear her head clear off.
The bitch won't let me specialize like almost everyone else has.
On another camera related note, my precious memory card has saved it's last photo as it died horrendously during my cousins wedding. Funny thing is the last picture it tried to process was the only picture I had of the happy couple.
Ominous.
Well, not really.
Fortunately with the advice of some of my coworkers, I was able to salvage the pictures with recovery software-- but the card seems to be a total dud now. Well I guess I get what I pay for. Maybe I can get someone at work to discount me the goods somehow for a nice new 1 gb card. Granted, I won't have the same space as my lovely 2GB... but 370+ pictures is fair, right? =P
I've also become a photo organizing fiend. I just putting them down and remembering.
My job has officially altered me.
Although I'm going to eventually have to purchase a new card- I really don't want to because it means taking a chomp out of my what-has-been-so-far a perfect budget.
For once I'm actually floating above and beyond my money matters, which are usually the things that weigh on my mind. Maybe I really will have enough saved for that new computer eventually. Here's to hoping I can stay on track with my goals.
current mood: annoyed
current music: The Beach Boys - God Only Knows
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| Friday, July 7th, 2006
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2:31 pm - A Short Journey
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| Sunday, July 2nd, 2006
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12:28 am - The Calm Lampshades
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| Christopher Manuel Marques's Aliases | 
Your movie star name: Frappucino David
Your fashion designer name is Christopher Brussels
Your socialite name is Nature Boy Toronto
Your fly girl / guy name is C Mar
Your detective name is Tiger Pocock
Your barfly name is Chips Martini
Your soap opera name is Manuel Mc Carthy
Your rock star name is Fuzzy Peach Water
Your Star Wars name is Chrlem Marsha
Your punk rock band name is The Calm Lampshade |
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| Tuesday, June 20th, 2006
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12:31 am - like a slow burn (notes)
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Well, what do to, what to say.
My weekend was a very good one. I spent it late out and drinking with a few friends.
Of course, it was one of the few times where I really pushed my drinking limit.
Apparently, I'm a hilarious drunk.
On my spare spare time killing time, I've been reuniting with my old friend FFX...becuase its the only thing I want to play.
Yesterday I was swimming in the evening after hiding from the hot hot heat.
I'm not sure what caused it, but I have a nasty tickly throat infection.
My only worry is that it's strep commng back from the grave to haunt me once again... no more tonsil infections... I don't want to get them out.
Or this can be the allergy symptoms from hell.
On another note, my bedroom/basement sorting is now a priority as another something else of mine has been misplaced by my moronic mother.
Oh and so far management is sticking to their commitment to keep me in the lab for my training all this week.
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| Wednesday, June 7th, 2006
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1:35 pm
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Well my weekend was one I enjoyed all too well. I began my training in the lab at work. I got to hide for 4 and a half hours in the back loading film, listening to great music while everyone else worked the packed floor. Ahh... But actually multitasking left me a little tired.
Then onto Heather's house on a rainy rainy day for a pool opening party, and we did eventually swim. Once all the rain stopped.
I of course, not being scheduled for work and feeling crummy about myself (my image, looks, feeling I was ugly) Let myself get more drunk than usual.
And being more drunk than usual let me get my lower back waxed.
At least it's nice and smooth...before it reaches my furry buttcrack.
So taking photos, drinking and talking the night away until it came down to pulling an all-nighter in front of the TV.
After I finally get some sleep in the morning I wake up from a call on my cell from my mother to inform me that her brother died that Sunday morning...and wearily I fell back asleep.
Monday I had off from work and I mostly spent it-- holy shit I cannot remember. I think it was mostly reading and the comp... shit. Oh well. I'll wait until my memory floats back.
My uncle Joe's passing didn't make me sad, knowing he's pain free is a relief and he could die with dignity didn't make me sad at all.
The friends who I talked it out with saying the catalyst to the cause of his death has some pros and cons, but I feel he left a shred of the possibility of an open mind for my immediate family. I thank him.
Tuesday I worked the morning, but the day crawled by so painfully slow... and it sucked some more because I was the only person taking customers at the tills for what felt like hours. (It was actually an hour... but still)
On the upside I did get to end it in the lab packaging.
I went to my uncle's viewing that evening after babysitting my niece for my sister while she went. Of course, my niece being the future drama queen she is. Awoke and screamed bloody murder with me until I walked up and down the hall singing to her... (I think I was singing 'Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon... it has been trapped in my head lately. [Curse you Pulp Fiction!!]) with Little Leah drooling on my black dress shirt. Perfect.
When I arrived at the viewing and as usual, the murmurs that always follow me at these functions arose from the people. And as much I wish this kind of function were to be kept about the corpse at the front of the room- unfortunately with these old gossips it occasionally strays. Sadly all I can ever understand is when they say "it's Betty's son." "Oh really?" "He's so tall now." "What does he do?" Annie refuses to translate anything else for me. Thankfully the priest came in to say the rosary (and how I often do I thank the presence of a priest?) however mindnumbingly repitive it was.
The atmosphere was much lighter than the other family funerals I have been to. It's something he would have wanted.
Somehow I was tired after yesterday I just ended up passing out on my bed. However I felt so well rested this morning.
Although I did find it odd to be going to a viewing on 6/6/06. But that's just me.
Kinda like Alanis-level irony. Y'know, not ironic.
Today was the day of the burial, not much to say about that... I sat in the front row to the left of Salvador De Mundo like I have so many times before for other relatives. And again in mass letting the foreign words wash over my head while the little Brazilian priest with the melodic voice did his sermon. Again my bitchy sister with the voice of gold sang for another relative and yet, I wasn't moved or made sad. I think I'm just so relieved that he didn't have to live long knowing what he had and that the pain is over.
So afterwards my house was a small get together for the cousins and friends. To be honest, couldn't have asked for a nicer day for a burial. I snapped some nice photos of my niece and and her gnawing a loaf of bread. And one with my mother and a set of sad eyes. (which she has all the right to show)
And again, somehow I was the only one who can get my cousin Michelle (aka the frigid one) to open up a little.. but somehow, she's always liked me. Go figure.
Now I'm sitting at my computer typing at this journal to kill some time before I start a 5:30-close shift... ick. I dislike closing.
current mood:  calm
current music: Feist - Gatekeeper
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1:25 am - just a cloud
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Working yesterday was about as fun as watching a former beloved pet being stuffed for display in the living room. To sum it up; dull and painful. Backlash from the senseless workplace melodrama that barely concerned me from the day prior. Partially in hardware (which I intentionally dropped a $1000+ sale) I really wasn't in the mood to be talking to some hick about their desire to do wedding photography, a practice that will for her, surely fail. After my flunk I think I got the point across to keep me away from that part of the store for that day, or my assistant manager now will think I need a sales training revision. The hours crawled right by until I was able to get out and et at 5. Which my family broke it's record of how long I must wait for one of them to have me picked up from work (was 45 minutes, now it's nearly an hour!!Wowie!).
Afterwards I went to see X-3, with Heather. It rocked many socks. Only drawback is that assault is illegal and the loudmouthed douches behind us most likely didn't die in a car crash later that night.
So let's see... today was (as just everyone should know) one fucking hot day. To be honest the weather was kinda wonderful, still somehow at the end of the day I feel really hideous.
All I can remember is that in my sleep whatever it was I dreamt about it was nice, I felt calm and secure when I woke up.
At Heather's house (while originally intending to tan outside) the pool guys where there to start it up for the season. Believe you me, what a disenchanting experience that pool help was. *shudder*
So I reorganized photos I had taken from my outings in 2006 thus far. While some few and far, they reminded me that this year has been my busiest yet and that I have met some wonderful new people along the way that have made a positive impact on my life, more than they realize. The ones who are still around are more amazing than ever.
Later on that evening my sister calls and pesters me into going to see my uncle at the hospital.
At the visit it wasn't hard to see that he is unfortunately really in a bad way. He could barely speak and nodded to acknowledge that I was there, but he did his best to smile. His weight is close to 100 lbs and is now blind in one eye. The stomach and brain cancer are also growing rapidly inside him. It's just morbid to wonder which one will be the cause. The only thing I hope for is that he lives and fights out long enough to get the comfort from Casey House when his passing comes. At least for now he's on the waiting list in the meantime. As negative as this all is to me and my comming out, a part of me feels this will be something to push me in the right direction. I really do want to be more active in more forms of medical research, since almost every major illness has taken a family member from me (and some still affect existing ones).
Last night and for most of this day though, I just have felt so very ugly. For once when I start getting success with my healtheir diet, these emotions bite me in the ass. My belt is now a notch tighter, but my father thinks I'm starving myself. Again.
My sister thinks I'm too thin and that people in our family need to build muscle because my head is too large. Thanks a lot, cunt.
I just feel so ugly and not even fighting with my body, just the whole package. I'm so frustrated with how I look and that maybe I could somehow behave differently. My voice is nasal and whiny and there's nothing to look at on my face. I just feel I'm horrid in comparison to the goodlooking guys walking down the street: straight or not. What does it matter what I can say, when all I am is just...
current mood: fugly
current music: Fischerspooner - Kick In The Teeth
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| Sunday, May 28th, 2006
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11:26 am - before work posts
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(ignore the icon, I was bored and wanted to use it)
Uhh.. lets see... this week... less work than usual, which has been nice. I was able to relax and get a little more time to myself. (which I get plenty of, but I just enjoyed this one).
The chillage time with Heather has been really good, mainly because she's one of the few people that understand where I'm comming from.
Although I am dreading going to work today for a number or reasons.. some of which I'm not gonna retell for those who don't have to know and the potential Crazy.
Also because I without trying make people turn crazy themselves with some photos. Yeesh.
Next time I do anything with anyone else I am going to keep it to myself. (unless you know, they are reasonable)
So I'm sitting here killing time before I leave
which I must do.
now.
P.S.: gonna X-3 after work today, bitches. =p
current mood:  rushed
current music: birds singing, cars passing (sounds)
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| Wednesday, May 24th, 2006
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12:31 am - we could be heroes, just for one day
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I feel like posting. Just unsure of what to write.
I'm feeling better since my last update. The last couple of days (mostly time away from home) and my own thinking leads me to be inspired.
Yesterday was nice, despite how dreary the weather was. I kicked it off by going to a Pho lunch with a cluster of my coworkers, so a thanks to Jenna and Carla for the invitation. The rest was spent with thinking and talking madness with Heather in her room, who also helped remove some of the ickyness from my facial hair.
I wanted to gut myself with how boring it was at work today.
Tomorrow (technically today) I go to York to schedule my classes.
While some things are left unknown to me, and others desired as an ideal fantasy (Mr. Right vs. Right-Now) this is the final sign that my life is going somewhere good.
Of course with my uncle being so sick, there will be some upcoming roughness in the waters... but my new niece is always something to look forward to.
/endsmallthoughttalk
current mood: calm
current music: Rufus Wainwright - The Art Teacher
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