ramblings.

Yes, went to Center Island today! Got up at like, 8. Loafed around and tidied randomly till around 11. Caught a bus and headed to Scarborough Centre, waited and waited…After everyone got there we took the RT to Kennedy, then the subway to Union. doobeedoo… Nothing noteworthy except for me losing my mind and attempting a roll call.

The actual being on the island bit was lots of fun, though! Not like…activity packed, but it was great to just relax and mellow out for the day. I found lots of cool rocks on the beach. There was also a dead raccoon. Which was disgusting. Yeah…chilled with people I hadn’t seen all summer, which was awesome… just overal a good, laid-back time

Subway ride home was laden with tiredness, which in my case is being insane. I don’t fare well with tired, it just makes me more hyper. Nrr.

Okay, so Tuesday and Saturday/Sunday are free. Who’s up for doin’ stuff? CARPE DIEM and all that. Or something.

Now, off to more being unable to sleep.

I hate you, allergies.

Yesterday was the Best Nephew In The World’s birthday party! Malik actually turned one on Thursday, but…oh well. The time before the party was everyone rushing around and trying to set up and yelling at me and I think it may be a characteristic of all people named Faye to be complete and utter bitches. Grr. But the party itself was great. Spent most of it playing Monopoly with the other girls my age. I’ve noticed that I become ruthless when playing Monopoly. I’m a very cutthroat Monopoly player. Anyway, I only had one property for most of the game, until I bought Park Place, traded Pacific for Boardwalk, and then proceeded to ruin everyone’s shit by building houses with the money I saved by not buying anything and then buying/trading like a madwoman. Oh yes. =D

Malik was very good-natured throughout the party, which is more than I can say for the horrific little children that I had to pry off the playstation so they could go home. They were loud and obnoxious the whole time, screaming Eminem lyrics and fighting with each other, with Pat (one of the Monopoly girls), with me… etc. Further cementing that I don’t think I want kids.

The time before the party was complete and utter chaos. My mom went insane and yelled at me when I wasn’t helping because I was going to get changed, and then yelled at me five minutes later after when I was helping with the loot bags and hadn’t gotten changed yet because I’d gone to help. My sister started freaking out whenever the doorbell rang. It was almost a Pavlovian response. Something in the oven burst into flame. A plate broke outside and Marvin started dancing. Malik nearly kicked the cake and now seems to know to smile and do something cute when a camera’s pointed at him. It’s peculiar.

Today I’m going to Centre Island. I will update after my return. I want bubble gum. =(

What a fun summer. I can’t believe it’s almost over. There will be higlights. Later. After I’ve done more stuff.

Scarborough Rule number Forty-Seven: At any given time after six, walk by any Tim Horton’s parking lot and there will be at least one car around which there are several gangster-types watching/selling bootleg DVDs in the car or listening to loud music. This is particularly true after dark.

Today I worked at the thrift store again. It’s dusty but enjoyable, the time passes quite quickly. I have to remember not to touch my face, which is irritating because the dust makes my face itch. There are no horrid little children, which is always a plus. And lots of interesting things to organize and look at. I also found the best pants in the world. Which I bought. Hooray.

Anyone want to go back to school shopping with me? =D

My room is finally clean, and hopefully it will stay this way. I keep accumulating books… which is good on one hand, because I love books…but not so good on the other hand, because I have no space for the books. I also need to stop buying piggy banks, no matter how adorable they are.

On a side note, I am completely and utterly SCREWED where TYWO auditions are involved. Totally. Screwed beyond screwed. OMFG. Contrabass missing a screw. The screw is GONE. Can’t find it. No one seems to be selling a screw that tiny. Oh dear… oh dear. *panic panic panic*

Seriously, I’m sick of the fact that people cause me to become Kim Around People. I’m sick of dumbing everything down, sick of pretending to like people who I’d really rather just see impaled anus-first on a sharp, jagged splintery wooden spike, and sick of…well, I’m sick of a lot of things.

~ Ripping up carpet and getting dust in my eyes
~ The fact that my “father” is an ignorant, lying, manipulative douche (I couldn’t think of a better insult. Too pissed off.)
~ Being the failure daughter. Seriously, what did I do to deserve this stigma? Was I born wrong? Did I like… punch my doctor out or something? What?
~ Being looked at funny, called a nerd etc. for using multisyllable or otherwise “difficult” words that aren’t actually difficult, reading outside of classes, enjoying reading/chess etc, anything other than Standard Conversation Loaf.
~ MUFFINS.
~ People who call me ‘muffin’, ’sugar’ or any other dementedly tiny anklebiter dog-ish pet name. No. BAD CREEPY COUNSELLOR LADY. *beatings with newspaper ensue*
~ Hypocritical and petty siblings.
~ People who bother me every four seconds if I didn’t reply to them on MSN in the first three seconds within emailng them.
~ That cluster of pretty, horrifically bitchy girls that exists in nearly every social situation known to mankind.
~ Being ugly.
~ Little kids who run about and don’t pay attention to their babysitter and fight with each other.
~ Day camps full of the above.
~ The eleventy-one million mosquito bites all over my back, hands, and legs.
I think I’m done. At times, it’s almost therapeutic to bitch and know that at some point someone might read it and know these things bother me, as opposed to a private journal where it’s all bottled up. I’m gonna go now.

TASTE OF THE DANFORTH 2005 was quite stellar. A bit of confusion at the start with the group splitting up, but all was well in the end. Highlights of the day were definitely the candy shop (”I thought it said sux0rs.” “So did I…”) and DERICK THE MIME. He was such a cool bean! While people were all in line for their souvlaki, we saw a mime walk past with a green milk crate. Then he went and stood on the milk crate. That’s all. Until you put money in, then he’d bow in a very stiff, robotic manner, and continue standing. SO, of course we interfere, with Mila and Alex and Eilish as the ringleaders. Everything from offering the mime souvlaki, to taking pictures, to trying tricky manouvers such as two people putting a coin in at once, from opposite ends, to reading to him. Apart from a slight smile appearing on his mimey face, nothing much happened. Until Alex shoved a peice of gum in his mouth, then he talked to us. Derick the Mime is quite the cool bean, but he had to split and so did we.

Off to this cafe for dessert, and halfway through we realized Omar was gone, and had been since about the time we finished heckling the mime. And we couldn’t call him due to his lackage of minutes. But he ended up buying minutes, calling someone, and meeting us at the cafe. YAY! I didn’t…actually..order anything, as they were bastardly expensive. But Eilish gave me the brownie from her brownie cheesecake, which was very tasty. =D

And then we made our way home, pretty much. Dali, Colin and I were out of place because the others all knew lots of people. Got a ride home from Colind’s brother. Fun fun fun. Good times, good friends, good food, super-cool mime. What more could I ask for?

….A working sewing machine? =\

Well, I’m back! Had some monster fun this week. Monday was Ribfest, or in my case, IceCreamConeFest with Greg, Emily, Sophie and Changhai. Wondered if anyone ever came into Ribfest wearing a PETA t-shirt and got jumped. Saw Alex, Mila, Eilish, Chrissy, Louis, Evan, and more. Evan was popular with the ladies.
Random woman in line: “He sure is popular!”
Other random woman: “Why?”
Oh, how we laughed. Tuesday was nothing. Yesterday I slept over at Lins’ house, where we were insane crazy people, ate samosas, and giggled over the most random nonsense…
“It’s like Queer Eye for the Straight Guy! Except we’re not queer…And he’s not straight.”
“I wouldn’t be able to talk to him in person. I’d just be like… ‘Can I touch your face?’”
“Welcome to Spazzy McFreakout’s House of Ice Creamery Goodness!”
“Look at it go! Bzz bzz bzz…”
“WHAT IN THE NAME OF PATEL!?” <~ This sparked many a ridiculous conversation that night.
“Go to your box!”
And so forth. This morning we went so she could get her navel done. That was interesting. When the guy put the clamps on I started giggling, because the whole time I pictured someone running around going “ZE CLAMPS!” and such is my train of thought.

Came home. Napped. Cleaned out my bastard of a garage. Am now here, delaying the cleaning of my room. I still need to learn how to swim somewhat. Taste of the Danforth tomorrow. Woooo.

There’s a man with a truck. He sells corn. This isn’t your ordinary corn, no. This is grade-A black market corn. This corn was grown in questionable locations, and is quite possibly genetically engineered for ‘higher quality’. This blatantly illegal, potentially unhealthy corn is also addictive. The man selling this corn is aware of all these things. He’s using his addictive, super-tasty corn to tighten the Mob’s strangle-hold on our neighborhood. And he must be stopped. I fell into his clutches, and managed to get out. Others may not be so lucky.

I discovered this fact on a clear July day. The Corn Man had set up shop, and was easily outselling the supermarket almost directly behind it. This seemed rather suspicious to me, so I went to investigate. My original hypothesis was that the Corn Man had lowered his prices far below those of the supermarket. The first of my mistakes. The Corn Man’s prices were easily twice that of the local Sobey’s.

Then…why? I decided to continue this investigation further. Gathering the kind of courage only instilled by slight drunkeness, I asked the Corn Man just why, oh why his prices were so high.

“Dees eez some good corn here, gerl! You don’ get dees kinna corn in da shops!”

The Corn Man spoke with a heavy accent, and it was now that I got a good look into his eyes. They were the eyes of Satan. If Satan were a dingy-looking Mexican who sold addictive, black-market corn. I looked into these eyes, and the words that would eternally seal my fate as a corn junkie escaped my lips.

“Let me try some.”

My third mistake. As the Corn Man put his foul, foul wares in a plastic bag, I began to panic. This was illegal, addictive corn! What was I doing? I attempted to let him know that I changed my mind, that I no longer wanted the corn, but-

“Jefe! C’mere!” Jefe came. And I almost cried with fear. Jefe was a 7-foot-tall Mexican behemoth.

“Please don’t eat me.” I whispered. He held his hand out, and I looked at him, tears in my eyes and sweat beginning to gather on my forehead. What did he want? Why was he looking at me? Then it hit me.

Jefe wanted the money. Jefe was the Corn Guy’s subordinate. Of course! These people always work in pairs! I handed over the cash, took the bag, and got the hell out of there before I could be shot. Upon arriving home, I boiled and ate one of the ears.

Heaven. Pure yellow Heaven. Oh Corn Guy, why did I ever doubt you?

That was the beginning of my descent into madness. I became a hardcore corn junkie. I was eating any corn I could get. But not the canned shit. Eating canned corn is like smoking catnip. No one gets that desperate. One dreary October I even resorted to eating the dried-out decorative corn on my grandma’s wall. That’s when I realized it:

I had hit rock bottom. And I needed help.

So I severed my ties with the Corn Man, vowing to never buy his tainted wares again.

Corn withdrawal was a bitch. I cried, I shook. I hit a new low when I stole a tin of corn from the food bank. Despite these lows, I managed to kick the habit through sheer perseverance. And here I stand before you, free of that horrible, horrible monkey.

Use my tale as a warning: Beware of old men selling corn out of trucks. Anyone is a target. Even you.

Stolen from Shannon.

Time: 9:28 AM

Basics

1. What’s your porn star name? (your first pets name, and your mothers maiden name) Bugsy Dawkins… O_o

2. What’s your soap star name? (your middle name, and your street name) Antuanette Lionhead. I’m not sure which is worse.

3. What’s your current screenname. Tell me the story of how it was chosen: Unpretty? That’s the bit that I don’t change every 40 minutes. Well, it’s self-explanatory.
4. In what year were you born? 1989
5. Were you a planned pregnancy? Been kind of scared to ask. But I probably wasn’t.
6. How did you celebrate your last birthday? Early Birthmas party, slept in most of the day, watched people chase the cat.
7. How are you going to celebrate your next birthday? Mad tea party. You know you want to.
8. Who will you spend it with? Dunno.
9. What kind of town/city/village do you live in? BORING AS FUCK.
10. Is it a famous place that attracts plenty of tourism? Ummm….no.
11. Any famous landmarks and etc? Home to lots of…er, grocery stores.
12. Are your parents married or divorced? Separated. I think.
13. Who do you share your house with? Mom, sister, brother in law, nephew.
14. Are you considered as tall or rather short? Tallish.
15. How many email addresses do you have? 2.
Food and Cookery (cookery?)
16. When it comes to diet and eating, how healthy are you? I try. I try, and I fail.
17. What is your favourite food? I have no idea. I’m gonna say cornbread or sushi or mango.
18. What do you eat when you’re bored? Watermelon =\
19. Favourite junk food? COOOKIE.
20. Happy food? What? What’s a happy food? I’m gonna say anything fruity and cold.
21. Favourite restaurant? Don’t know. Don’t go to restaurants enough to have a favourite.
22. Favourite take away? Shit, I dunno.
23. Favourite sandwich fillings? Cucumber-tomato-carrot-cheese
24. How well can you cook? Pretty well. Sometimes I burn stuff, but otherwise, pretty well.
25. If you were to appear on the show ‘can’t cook, won’t cook’ which cook would you be (can’t or won’t): What in the name of pants are you talking about? I’m gonna say won’t.
26. What do you cook most often? Omlette? or sandwich.
27. Any specialties? Grilled veggie omlette of DEATH.
28. Do you cook for family or friends, boyfriends/girlfriends? I’ve cooked for friends. Not exactly cooked for boyfriend.
29. Favourite fruits? Mango, kiwi, papaya, banana, watermelon.
30. Favourite veggies? Broccoli, cauliflower, carrot, cucumber, celery/
31. Do you eat meat or are you a vegetarian? Veggie.
32. What foods make you want to vomit/can’t you stand? PICKLES, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. Oh, and meats. Hooray for iron supplements.
33. Favourite juices? Grapefruit, pineapple, mango, real strawberry, peach, tomato.
34. Favourite fizzy stuff? Sparkling apple juice.
35. Favourite alcohol? Vodka (without anything else. Or with pop rocks.), peach schnapps, rum.
36. Do you prefer tea or coffee, or don’t you drink them altogether? I thought it was asking if I drank them together =| I love me some fruit teas, though.
37. Are you a fussy eater? Yup!
38. Ketchup, barbeque sauce or mustard: Sweet-hot mustard.
39. Are you a fan of microwave dinners? No.
40. What do you eat for Christmas dinners? Rice…=|
41. Do you have cake on your birthdays (what kind)? RUM CAKE, WHAT.
42. Favourite chocolates? Toblerone.
43. Favourite ice cream flavors? Mint-chocolate chip, orange sherbet, bubble gum, cookie dough.
44. Do you like seafood? Enh.
45. Diet coke or regular: Neither.

Holidays/vacation and traveling

46. What holiday is most memorable to you and why? I don’t know. They’re all memorable. I’ll go with Birthmas 2004.
47. Worst holiday? Dunno.
48. Favourite holiday? Christmas or Hallowe’en.
49. Ever traveled out of the country - where? France, Jamaica.
50. Favourite cities to visit? Not applicable
51. Go on day trips often – where? Um…no, not really.
52. Been with family and friends? On trips? Both.
53. Furthest you’ve traveled alone? Jamaica.
54. Do you want to travel the world? Yeaaah!
55. Where do you want to go? Jamaica, Barbados, Spain, France, Italy, Germany, Japan, England, New Orleans, Virgin Islands, a lot of other places I can’t remember.
56. Where would you love to go on your honeymoon? I dunno.
57. Can you drive? nope.

YOU - Social, hobbies, adventures

58. Favourite places to go: Friend’s houses, walks in woods, it actually doesn’t matter all that much as long as I’m with friends.
59. Do you like museums and art galleries? Yesh.
60. Do you eat out regularly? Nope.
61. Where did you last eat out and who with? I dunno. I guess Ontario Place with Leila and Sophie.
62. When you’re bored, do you prefer to listen to music, play on computers, or watch TV? Computer and music.
63. Can you play an instrument? Cello, contrabass clarinet, guitar, French horn, RECORDER (bwahahahaha), bass.
64. If not, were there many opportunities in school to play instruments?
65. Are you a bookworm? Yuup!
66. Are you outgoing? I want to be.
67. Do you drink a lot of alcohol? Not really.
68. Do you like dancing? Yeah!
69. How often do you exercise? Excercise for the sake of exercise, not all that much.
70. What do you do on the internet – Play obscene amounts of chess, video games, chat, etc.
71. Which friends do you love spending time with? Leila, Sophie, Becky, Tasha, Dana, Stan when I don’t want to kill him, Colin D, Andrew, Jimmy, LindsayStoner.
72. What do you do together? Random nonsense, mostly.
73. Do you like to take photos? Yup!
74. How would you describe yourself as a person? Altered.
75. Can you be stereotyped? Don’t think so? Anyone wanna try?
76. Do you hang around with groups of people who dress the same as you? Haha, not really..
77. What kind of people wouldn’t you waste your time getting to know? The “gangster” types who end up making fun of themselves so I don’t have to.
78. Do you often have deep, intense, intellectual conversations? with some people.
79. Have you inherited your intelligence from your parents? I really don’t think so.
80. Do you know what your IQ is? Yep, and it’s prolly higher than yours (176)
81. Are you academically smart or just smart? Ooh, what does this button do?
82. How often do you meet pig ignorance? Too often. PEEG.
83. How do you dress? Umm….with clothes?
84. What kind of shoes do you wear? Black running shoes, black platform heels, random Zellers shoes.
85. What kind of jewellery do you wear? Whatever’s pretty, I like me some spikes.
86. What kind of hair do you have? Short, reddish-black, FRIZZ MCFRIZZ.
87. What’s your eye colour? Brown.
88. Are there people out there you are keen to avoid? Yes.

Love and relationships

89. Are you bi, straight or gay? Straight.
90. Do you have a significant other/crush? S/O.
91. What is their name? Andrew =)
92. How old are they? Older than me.
93. What attracted you to them first? Am I allowed to forget?
94. Are you in love with them? Fifteen-year-olds don’t have feelings.
95. Where do they live? In the country.
96. What do they do for a living? Deal with annoying children.
97. Their personality features: Weird, quite sweet, good-natured, abstract, ADD.
98. Do they make you go weak at the knees – why? Yes, but it might be the arthritis.
100. Have you ever had sex? Nope.
101. Have you ever had oral sex? Nope–this quiz is getting a leetle intrusive.
102. If yes to the two above, when was the last time? Nevar.
103. Your most recent kiss? Someone answer this for me.
104. Are you romantic? Someone answer this for me.
105. Do you hold hands in public? Yesh.
106. Are you affectionate in public as well as private? Yesh.

Future

110. What is your long term plan (job etc)? Clothing design, interior design, writing, music, something in one of these fields.
111. Do you intend on marrying? Dunno.
112. If so – to who? …What kind of dumbass question—dunno.
113. When would you prefer to marry? Dunno.
114. Do you want children? Dunno.
115. How many? Dunno.
116. What will you name them? Dunno.
117. What kind of house would you want to live in? Nice one. Well-decorated, good neighbourhood.
118. What pets do you want? Cat or snake or bearded dragon or chameleon or those giant tarantulas that eat birds. Or venus’ flytrap.

Miscellaneous

119. What were you afraid of then you were little? Darkness, mysterious noises, anything unknown.
120. Did you believe in fairies, goblins, ghosts and monsters? Kinda.
121. Do you wear nail polish? Not right now.
122. What calendar do you have this year? Hendrix.
123. Do you have a downstairs bathroom? Yep.
124. Worst names you can possibly think of? EUSTACE.
125. Strawberry or raspberry jam? Raspberry.
127. Ever ridden a horse? Nope.
128. Do you have any pets? Cat, don’t think Tamagotchi counts.
129. Do you get along well with them? Yep.
130. Who can you trust? Dunno.
131. Who can’t you trust? Dunno.
132. Favourite swearwords? Does douchebag count? If not, then ‘fuck’ or ’shit’. The classics =P
133. What are you wearing now? White shirt, red pants, watch, one sock.