i'm gonna chuck a slash.

that means one has to pee...i was informed this the other day by glen. if you're gonna chuck a slash, you gotta pee like a motherfucker, well not like one, but you just have to pee.. cause for a dude it's in the direction of a slash and you're gonna get that slash right out there.. doesn't really work out for a chick so much, but it's an interesting expression. kinda like a leak, also known as a mirror...it's like a leak in to another world. this i learnt from reading breakfast of champions, which i started just over 24 hours ago and i have less than half of half of it left. i'm definatly diggin it. i told glen about the shoes i got and he was all, "oh! are they checks?" and so i was all "yup" and he was all "oooh that's so rad, how did you know checks were cool? i was thinking that last week, but i hadn't even told you yet! i was gonna buy a pair and be like, no one else has these and i'm gonna get them and it's gonna be rad. but now you got them" i think he'll get himself a pair too though. just black and white. either way i'm stoked on the shoes. i also got a new pack from MEC today, it's a good score at a fanfuckintastic price. it's called a Brio 60. which is twice the size of my Bora 30 the number represents the amount of weight that it can hold, and not in pounds, kilos possibly. amongst plenty of cds, and a few vinyls, one which i'm spinning right now...REM's reconstruction. my mom told me today while driving back from van that our neighbour asked if the tall girl walking down the street sometimes is her daughter and then she proceeded to tell my mom that she likes me because i'm not following any style i'm just who i am .. and i was all.. whoa that's cool cause she doesn't know me at all. so i'll quote the quote that chris likes in the magus which for some reason fits right here "i'm not thousands of girls, i'm me" i finished that yesterday, quite the book, way high up there in my favorites. definatly in the top 5. i want to know what makes me undateable. that might be an unfair question of me to think, but it's defiantly one that has crossed my mind recently. that is all. why are there people coming online with names that are so simply and plainly improper english, "your a waste of time" shit, go back to english eight for fux sake. that's just probably my correction meter going off, as it does communly when people quote things around me...oops. curse my good memory, i guess. but i'd rather not, it's working out for me. i'm gonna go over to calgary 2 weeks after i get back from london and check out the scene, stay at glens place and go around to mount royal find out info on school and living arrangements and see if it's not too hard to get a jobby. at the rate things are going i don't see all too much of a purpose to stay, i do, but i also don't. my mom is being pretty awesome lately, and i should be glad that she's willing to let me stay with her and just give her money not for living but to put aside for schooling in my future. that's a generous offer, if only i felt like i wanted to stay in langley. but i'm gonna check out douglas college and kwantlen maybe bcit just for the hell of it, to see what there is to offer. i probably just want personal responsibility even though i'm soon to be 19. haha. "you're 18" said chris. "only until i'm 19!" i said. way to go me. gill gave me some shirts today, that was very nice of him. thanks. i guess i've done a lot more in the past while than i'm writing here but i don't really care. cause remembering back to write things would emit more energy than i feel like emitting right now. that's probably spelt wrong but who gives a shit, i'm not correcting me if i think i'm wrong, and i know i'm not looking it up. i'm gonna finish the vonnegut today, nice bus driver asked me which vonnegut i was reading, he's the same driver who asked me if i was old enough to like the doors, then i'm starting even cowgirls get the blues by tom robbins. i have to finish before i go to london. holy shit...8 days...that blows my mind. i gotta go, i got some things i gotta do.