I never thought that my parents splitting would affect me as much as it has. It's not that I wish they were back together, because I don't. It's all the stuff that comes with it. The court dates, the fighting, the tears, the suffering, the expectation that we'll pick sides, the propaganda, the brain washing...the list goes on. It's so hard to be in the middle of this. I feel like a rag doll being pulled at both ends. Everyone in this house shuns me. They don't understand me at all. None of them know what University is like. They don't know what it can do to you. None of them know what the divorce has done to me mentally, albeit I don't know what it's done to them, how they're coping. I'm expected to pay for everything. Dad's to bitter to help out with mothers day, to broke to help with birthdays, and mom has three children to care for with out any help from my dad. She can't afford to put food in our mouths half the time. I have to pay for Mothers day, Fathers day, Birthdays, and the transportation. I'm a full time student with a dead end minimum wage job. I'm lucky to have any money. I can't afford an expensive dinner for my dad but my brother and sister almost had my head when I told them no. I've been close to being kicked out of my house over this issue. Why am I the only one who has to do this? My sister has a job. She can spare twenty fucking dollars. Besides I'm a twenty year old University student. My biggest worry should be who I'm going out with tonight, or what shoes match that dress... I feel isolated. I feel like I have no one to talk to. Just now I was trying to hold back tears talking to my sister. She scoffed and told my brother i was doing it for attention. All I wanted was for some one to listen. I'm tired of listening to others I just want to be heard. I'm not happy, I'm not optimistic, I'm not calm or collected. I'm sad, my world is falling apart at the seams and I'm so stressed out I'm starting to have serious heath issues. But no one cares right? I'm stuck having to do this on my own.

Ahhhhh Ben. Ben, Ben, Ben. What a tangled web we weave my friend. You've now had the pleasure of meeting my acquaintance. This was two, maybe three weeks ago, tops. Since then you've managed to stomp, spit on, and maim my best friends heart. AGAIN. Once again, you lead her into trusting you. SHE TRUSTED YOU. You understand what that means Ben? Trust? Hm? You then asked her out. Smooth move my friend. You had us all stumped with that one. No one knew what your true motives were, but we didn't trust it. Few days later you called it off, oh yes ass hole. You. Called. It. Off. Said you missed her. Your ugly fat fucking troll. The one who 'dumped you' the one who 'had another man'. Great fucking job Fuck Wad. Theres strike Two. You reached in grabbed her heart and then tossed it like garbage. Then, as if that wasn't enough, you kept calling her. You gave her cell number your troll. Troll started harassing her via text message. Telling her everything you fuckwads were doing. And then you denied it. You fucking DENIED it. GUESS WHAT FUCK WAD SHE DIDN'T FORWARD YOU THE LAST MESSAGE. Caught red handed ass hole. Fucking red handed. YOU ALLOWED THE TROLL TO HARASS SOME ONE. GUESS WHAT. THATS ILLEGAL. You're goddamned lucky she didn't call the cops. I would have. Harassment is a serious offense. ESPECIALLY when the victim is innocent. Theres strike Three, you're out Fuck Wad. Heres my question to you Fuck Wad, you don't mind if I call you Fuck Wad do you? Here's my question; What the fuck did she do to you? Hm? What, horrible god forasken thing did she do to you for you to torture her this way? What you just bully people for fun? Well guess what Fuck wad, I hate bullies, and I hate baseball caps even more. Watch your back Ben the Fuck Wad Harrison. Because if I ever see your ugly goddamned mug again, I'm going to introduce it to the pavement. I hope you have a nice life with Fat Ugly Troll Face. I hope she's a man beater. Love always, your new worst nightmere, -Kim P.S. I'm not a singer ass hole, I'm a fucking actor.

Dear Ben, YOU SUCK. But on top of that, I think you're a self centred controlling ass hole, who likes to toy with the hearts and lives of others for your own gain and here is why: You're dating an ugly troll who likes to have sex with you. You claim shes controlling and bitchy, but yet you stay with her. Why? Then you go behind Troll face the Crazies back, and toy with the heart of a woman who happens to be my best friend. TWICE. And both times you turned around after leading her on, and smash her heart into the ground with your big fat ugly foot (this is how I imagine your feet look.) MISTAKE PAL. BIG MISTAKE. You can't do that, jerkwad. You cannot continually ask some one if you should cheat on your troll (while she continually says no) and then pretty well force yourself on her. You can't keep trying to talk to her when she tells you to fuck off, and then string her along knowing full well, she is totally and completely into you, and then turn around the next day and tell her that its wrong and that she shouldn't wait around for you anymore. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? That is not fair, to her, or to you, or to that troll no one likes. Ben, you ain't even going to read this, but mark my words, Next time I see you in the street, Sam, Christine Wilson and I are going to beat the shit out of you and your crappy baseball hat, and your stupid fucking side burns. We're going to beat you to a pulp. Why? Because no one breaks Julia's heart TWICE and fucking gets away with it. You're a stupid piece of shit and I wish you an eternity with your troll. Have a nice day Love, Kim.

Today is 12 of 12. Again. The first of the year! Come along on a boreing day in the life of a university student. English 1b taking notes, or at least, attempting to. TIM HORTONS. Breakfast of champions. Waiting to go to my Academic Writing class, waiting for a Wheezy Waiter video to finish loading. I'm waiting, while I'm waiting. Mind fuck I know. This is some graffitti I found in the bathroom stall I was in. In case you can't read it it says "Suck my Vegina" after which some one drew an arrow and corrected the incorrect spelling od "Vagina". I lol'd. I was alone in the washroom so it was okay that I laughed out loud. And I definately did. Going home. Good bye University of Winnipeg...untill Thursday that is. I bought my mom a purple hoodie, becasue they had none of the shirt she wanted. She was pretty stoked. Washin' the dishes. I got myself a new hoodie, because the blue one fits funny. The contents of my purse all over my bed. I was looking for my iPod. I got some sweat pants. They're uber comfy. I remembered that I slept in today and spilled all my makeup out on the floor in a rush to get ready...so I had to clean it up. Thats the rad refelction of my super cool Olympic slippers. That guys name is Miga. He's fucking adoreable. And now I am back in my bed, all comfy and warm and ready to go to sleep. G' night I guess. -- Suck my vegina.

I dislike when computers freak out. Of course I want to restore. If I don't my computer will keep crashing. Stupid. At least its not a virus I guess. I had a relaxing day today, I sorted out some of my loan stuff, and it was rather quick and painless which was nice. The book my grandma's boyfriend Tony said he would mail to me came in the mail today also. Its an art guide from the Amsterdam museum. Its pretty rad. My grandma told me to not rush in mailing it back, so she probably wont get it back for at least a few years. At least. School start tomorrow again, and I'm not really looking forward to it, but this loan stuff is all dealt with so its not like I'm frekaing out about anything. School is just a drag. What else is new? --Cool, Calm, Collected.

I saw an Apple store today. It blew my mind. I tweeted from a Mac Book. It was magical. This is the picture I took. This is Kerri in the Apple store. We had originally gone to Polo Park to go to McNally Robinson before it closes on Sunday, but we got distracted by the awesome that is Apple products.We tried using Mac books, and we couldn't figure out why the mouse pad wasn't clicking. We kept wondering my Safari wasn't opening. It was because you actually press and click down on the pad like a mouse. We were amazed, but I'm pretty sure all the Apple people saw was "LULZ, WE HAS PCZ. LOL, WE ARE PC UZERS. A-DUHHH." It was good times. We ran into Greg and Jessi at McNally. It wasn't out of the ordinary, Greg just almost made me have a heart palpitation. Of course since I was there I had Sushi for dinner. Couldn't leave with out it. Obviously. All in all it was a good day. :) OH and if you didn't get the memo, I've moved my 365 project over to wrodpress. Its less annoying for you, and much easier for me. And I get to try something new. Go here: www.staticpallour.wordpress.com --SHE MOVES IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS. Here is a random picture of my dog.

EDIT!!!!! I have started a wordpress account to document my 365 blog so I don't annoy the shit out of ya'll. Linky here -----> www.staticpallour.wordpress.com I'll leave this here though cause I like it. Today, with some persuasion from Miss Kerri MacKay, I have decided to partake in project 365. I will blog one picture each day for 365 days, or a picture a day untill January 1st 2011. This will mean more frequent updating, so if you get annoyed easily, don't be my friend any more. ;) All though if you follow me on Twitter, this should not be a problem. (4,000+ Tweets. Don't mess.) I feel like partaking in this will be a lesson for me in discipline. Committing myself to something for an entire year. I'm a very committed person usually, but I've fallen off the way side in my late-teens-early-twenties-trying-to-find-myself crisis. I hope I can stick to this. No, scratch that, I WILL stick to this. So here is my first photo: My favorite movie and one of my favorite people. Watchmen and Caleb Followill. Not a bad start to 2010. :) --New Years Resoloution: Don't give up on projects, and work harder.

Just had a weird kind of coming of age moment. I stopped wishing that I had some one else for a dad, and started accepting my own. I'm not mad at you any more dad.

Having four days off is a glorious thing, all though I am getting quite annoyed with how impossible it is to see any of my friends. I only live a 15 minute bus ride away and yet I still cannot seem to see any of them. I'm so frustrated. I just want to spend some time with my fucking friends, because being alone is driving me fucking nuts. Oh and if a British woman comes up to you asking for Fruit Jellies, she's talking about these: Just a little pearl of wisdom. My Christmas was uneventful and unorthodox. It was different in a weird way and I'm still not sure how I feel about it. To add to that we found out that my family is below poverty level on my mom’s income, and since we didn't have quite enough food in the house, we had to resort to getting a hamper from the Cheer board. My mom and I were equally embarrassed and uneasy about the whole thing. It felt a little like stealing because we felt like there were people who needed it more then us, but I think we're in denial about being literally poor. I don't feel poverty stricken. I have a roof over my head and food in my stomach and that, at the end of the day, is all you really need. I'm not ashamed; I'm just having a hard time processing all of this. I thought we had climbed out of this hole. I got an email from Student aid and I have to figure that out, and I have to figure out my stupid cell phone bill which has some how climbed to over 500 dollars, so I have to call them. My English professor is under the impression that all Uni students are fucking rich because instead of ordering through the bookstore like a human being, she gets her books from some fucking store in the Exchange district. If my student aid money isn't in she can fucking suck my hypothetical dick. I'm obviously not made of money, and I don't have time to deal with pretentious English profs. My blood pressure must be through the roof because my stress levels are at maximum capacity. I need something to calm myself down and take my mind of the mess that is my life. Sigh I found this and it made me lol: Voldy is my BFF obviously. So, 2009 is coming to a close. Fuck me. It's been an entire decade and I actually remember it. They're saying it’s been the most destructive decade in all of time, and thats kind of saying something. I blame Bush for 99% of it, and I can say that because I'm Canadian. And say what you will about Harper, because I hate that prick too. I like how as Canadians we can blame almost everything on…well...being Canadian. It’s because we're clearly better. Musically, they're saying this decade rocked, and I'd have to agree. We saw the rise and fall of the record company, Radiohead and Nine Inch Nails released five albums each and Indie rock finally hit the main stream...ruining the entire meaning of indie...but I digress. And Radiohead started a movement with the electronic tip jar, and Trent Reznor took it, tweaked it, and made it work revolutionizing music as we know it. iPod became the new thing, and iTunes changed the way we buy our music. And thats just the tip of the iceburg. But you don't have to listen to me, I'm listening to Five and B2K at the moment. If you don't know who either of those bands are, you're too either too young to care, too old to care, or you lived under a rock in the late 90's early 00's. I leave you with this friends: Happy New Year! -- Life is a failure to me. OH, and I finally got a pair of those fucking Olympic Red Mittens! Its took me two months, but I got em! I wear those things fucking EVERYWHERE.

This entry is going to be kind of weird, but some times you just need to write things down so that you can understand them yourself. I also atribute this to my one o'clock in the morning way of thinking. I’ve come to the conclusion that I have a really strange belief system. I don’t really follow any actual religions at all. I do have a lot of Buddhist ideals, I believe in reincarnation and karma. I think their peaceful way of life is really inspiring and awesome. At that very same token, I don’t believe in Buddha. I don’t believe in any god or deity to be honest. I believe that there is in fact some other force beyond us, but I is not human nor humanoid, but more of a…bodiless, mind. I believe that the universe itself controls everything. Its hard to explain but its what I believe. I also believe in things like fate. I believe that everything happens for a reason. I believe that every person to come in and out of our lives has done so for a reason. There is something we are to learn or gain from that experience, and if we don’t learn, then we don’t grow, and if we don’t grow then our lives are meaningless. I firmly believe that we are constantly learning and growing until the day we die. Weird entry I know, but like I said, some times to understand ourselves we need to write things down. --Having a real religion is overrated.

Neegghhhheeerraaaahhhhh. That’s kind of like the noise I just made. Kind of. Some times, you know, I just wish I could record audio. Saturnine...I have no clue what that even means. It sounds fucking hilarious though. Try and say that out loud...its retarded. Today, I spent the better part of my afternoon prowling around Kildonan Place mall with one of my most favourite people on this planet. Mrs. Kerri Mackay. We both did most of our Christmas shopping and it was quite nice. I got my mom the big purse she wanted, my sister the Marianas Trench record, and the new Hedley record she had been wanting, and my father I got a new housecoat because his is very old and ratty, and some socks because that’s what he asked for. Kerri’s mother wanted a Slap Chop, so we searched high and low for this magical instrument (all the while I had the Youtube remix version of the commercial stuck in my head. HEY THIS IS VINCE WITH SLAP CHOP!) but our search proved fruitless, and Kerri settled for the ‘Starfrit’ verson. I dropped sixty big ones on Make-up and indulged myself in the new Dragonette record. My Christmas gift to myself? In true Transcona fashion we ran into a whole bunch of people we knew. Sam Santos, Sam Peterson, Amanda, and Katiemott to name a few. It was really nice to see them all, and see some familiar faces. Living here in Windsor Park, I never see anyone I know. And I wore my rainbow vest, so lovingly dubbed my ‘Gay Pride.’ Vest today, and on the way to the bus I got stared at by everyone I walked past. And when I got on the bus I got the same thing. I really couldn’t wait to be back in my hood so that the staring would stop. I don’t know why, but the people of Transcona just don’t care. Probably because we all wear garishly awesome clothing. Everyone in T-Cona would have a vest like that if they could. Truth. After all that I worked six hours. UGHHH. A woman had come in with two pairs of the Olympic Red Mittens, I have been looking so desperately for, in large sizes. I asked her where she had found them, because they have been sold out everywhere for quite some time. She said Zellers had just got a shipment, so on my break I ran out the door to Zellers to get my dry and chapped little hands on a pair to find that they were SOLD OUT. AGAIN. I was distraught. All I want is a pair of those goddamn red mittens. What does a bitch have to do to get her hands on a pair of those motherfucking mittens? My manager was really on edge tonight too. She was on us for every little thing. It was kind of annoying, but I understand why. It's Christmas aka Retail hell. I wish she would loosen up a little and just have a little fun though. Ah well, what can you do? I’m sure everyone will breathe a long sigh of relief after Christmas has come and gone. Oh yeah, and just to freak you all out, CHRISTMAS IS IN SEVEN DAYS. I know that scared me today. I was terrified at that thought. Good luck with the rest of your shopping friends. --Lookin mighty fine in bright pink lipstick.

I just had the weirdest and fastest change in emotion of my entire life. I went from unchangeably pissed off at the world, to totally and completely loving and adoreing. That was fucking weird. My life consists of working and sleeping and thats it. It makes my heart have a sad. There is a strage woman on a recording breathing heavily in my ear. What kind of NIN song is this!? Its not often i listen to them THIS loud. I'm sure my neighbours will be banging down the wall any second now. Tomorrow I'm supposed to go to this choir thing with the WSO but I have no frigging clue whats going on or where it is or anything. I also have to go to my doctor about a large red and bumpy mass that has formed on my right hand. It's very dry, and stings like I have a million cuts in my knucles when I wash my hands or try to put lotion on them. BUT LOTION FIXES EVERYTHINGGGGG. It flaired up when I tryed to clean some grubby dirt of my hands with some Sanitizer after stocking up some shelves. Maybe I should have just washed them. Oh well. Mom thinks its Exima, but I'm pretty certian I have developed an allergy to something. I've been having some similar reactions lately to lotions and other such products you rub all over yourself. FUCK MY HANDS ARE DRY. Fuck you winter. go away. I was not prepared for it to drop from plus one to minus 41. I just want to go outside for a walk to get some Tim Hortons and some chocolate and not freeze and die of hypothermia 2.5 meters from my house. PLZKTHX. Two entries in ten minutes. Dayumn. --Sudden allergies holler.

There really is nothing in the world like putting on my noisiest Nine Inch Nails record, plugging in my head phones, and listening to it so loud it makes my ears hurt.

Why does my life consistently keep sucking? For the record I hate this new text window. It can suck a fat one. Apparently it likes to fuck up my text as well. Fuck you sit diary.

This is how my day has unfolded: I woke up after getting three hours of sleep at ten am, and Tori still wanted to go to St. Vital Centre some time before one. I rolled both my ankles walking up the stairs. I cut my knuckle on the cabinet whilst brushing my teeth. I pulled a muscle in my chest trying to grab a hold of my brothers hamster that Tori accidentally dropped. I cracked my back walking to the back door. I pushed my way through crowds of rude people, and screaming children to get to Wal Mart to wait two hours in line for fucking Harry Potter so my brother could gift it to my sister for Christmas only to find out they had none. I got home to find that it was only 64 degrees in the house as opposed to 72 degrees. It got ten degrees colder than that in two hours, and as it turns out the furnace is broken. My sister punched me because there was no room on the stove for her to make coffee. My brother called me a selfish bitch for not sharing my grapefruit soda after he hit me for not logging the computer on, and I have an exam in approximately 14 hours, 44 minutes, and 15 seconds. My day, has been lovely. Can you not tell? In other news: I feel left out and like I'm missing out on one giant fucking inside joke that evey other fucking person in my life gets. I feel kind of neglected and stressed out. Like no one wants to spend time with me because I have too much on my plate and some times I like to vent. Isn't that what friends are for? Hate me all you want but there is only one thing I can say about my day and my current life situation. FUCK. MY. LIFE. I want a fucking new one. --Panic mode has now been upgraded to ULTRAHIGHDEFPANICMODE.

So. It’s uh, its been a while yeah? My apologies my friends. All though to be fair I did warn you that I suck at updating. So, what is new…well this bitch is working. Awww yeah son. I sell people their drugs. That is I am a cashier at a drug store. I should have a whole lot more to blog about now that I am working again. Most of my greatest work came from the stories I had about Husky. There were so many good ones. Unfortunately I haven’t had much time to come across any real stupidity other than what goes on in my head. For example a woman came in and asked me where she could find Tea Bags, and the entire time I was walking her to them, all I could think in my head was “Tea Bag. Lawl”. That happens a lot. I’d love to blame the boys from ABC, but my mind has always worked in such ways. Today we did the ‘midterm’ for theatre, which was actually just our scene presentation. ChristineWilson was my partner, and we KILLED it. We were supposed to go in early to practice, but she was a no-show. I was ready to shank that bitch for real, then to top that off, she forgot her fake nuts and piglet doll. I was livid. I think my eyes were red. I tired to hide it, but when I’m mad I get very VERY quiet, and that’s a little obvious. We made a makeshift doll out of a scarf, and crushed up her cookies to make ‘nuts’. Then we hit the stage and the rest is history. Despite the set backs we did really well and I’m proud of our work. I think that being angry made me focused and I did better as a result. I got a new scene partner today as well for next term, and my classes are done for the term. I have one exam on Wednesday, which is an English exam, so I’m not too worried about it. All I really have to do is read over all the readings and hope I remember all the bullshit the prof told us about each. Not to hard. English 1a The Writing of Disability. How hard can that be? I got payed today and I’m quite happy about this. I’m going to try and do all my shopping tomorrow before work, and hit up the millennium library, I heard they’re having a big sale where you put all the books you can muster into a bag and you only pay five bucks. What a fricken steal! I love books more than I love people, but slightly less than I love animals… The woman in this movie looks just like my manager. I’m finished talking, you may finish whatever it was you were previously doing. Good day. --Sooooooooooooooo tired, but soooooooooooooo happy.

I'm terribly ill at the moment, but I did get a chance to go out and get some fresh air today. This is what I did: I woke up and needed tissues immediately. Good morning runny nose. I signed on to Twitter to tell Kerri I was alive enough to come and see her. Good morning Tim Curry. Tiem for my morning jamz. Good morning Buddah. Good morning...other...Buddah. At the Bay Downtown, we saw a scale, and weighed ourselves. The scale was a liar. Hello Lying scale. These are my foodz. This is Sam and Kerri's lunch. My foodz R gone. Looking for bra'z, came across this label. Incase its too blury, it says 'Up to big cups' WTF? Apollo is ready to fuck shit up. Back to where I started. My computer. Hell yeah thats Kerri's blog in the background. Hittin up her 12 of 12. So that was my day. How was yours? --Sicker than a regular sick person. Which is pretty sick if you ask me.

“Am I Ulysses? Am I Ulysses? No, but you are now boy. So sinister, so sinister, but last night was wild.” I saw Franz Ferdinand live two days ago. FRANZ FUCKING FERDINAND. Those boys know how to put on a show. I mean a SHOW. To my utter delight they played all of my favourites. ‘Tell Her Tonight’, ‘40”’, ‘Ulysses’, ‘Take Me Out’, ‘Outsiders’, ‘No You Boys’, ‘What She Came For’, ‘This Fire’, ‘Jacqueline’, ‘Darts of Pleasure’, ‘The Dark Of the Matinee’, ‘Cheating on You’, ‘Walk Away’, ‘Do You Wanna’ and several others I cannot remember for the life of me. I thought going into it, they were going to play lots of the new record ‘Franz Ferdinand: Tonight’ which I am ashamed to admit, I am not as familiar with as I should be, but they did not. They played the three biggest tracks, and played almost the entire first record (Franz Ferdinand) and a few indulgences from the second (You Could Do So Much Better). The show, although less than stellar in the lighting department, was stellar in terms of showman ship, and audience participation. At one point Alex had us singing the chorus to ‘Take Me Out’ and the la la la’s on ‘40”’. He even led us in a round of follow the leader where we all shouted out what ever he told us to. (Yeah huh! La la la! Uh Huh! Woah Yeah!) During one song (I can’t for the life of me remember which) Paul’s foot pedal broke, leading an extra long intro, and a stage hand rushed out to help replace it. Paul then nonchalantly tossed the broken pedal off the side, and broke into one of the kick ass drum solo’s I have ever heard. Alex, Bob, and Nick even grabbed sticks, and they stood all around the kit and they all played together! It was kick fucking ass to say the least. Then, they all left the stage and every one screamed and yelled for a good five minutes, demanding the band come back. And much to our delight, they trotted back out and Alex addressed us saying “You want us to play another song?” Which was greeted by another bout of cheers. Indulge us they did! Forget one song, they played SIX encore songs. I love them. The last song of the night was ‘Lucid Dreams’ which was ended in an extra long synthesizer extro which, I thought, was super bad ass. They left in layers. First Alex, after programming the synth. Then Nick, after finishing up his guitar parts, and programming the key board. Then Bob, after finishing his bass parts. Then, last but not least, Paul, after playing a super long drum solo and ending all the noise. All in all the night was super fantastically stellar. The boys kept us visually stimulated with jumping up on amps and dancing about the stage. Alex with his rigid lanky white boy moves around the stage, Bob- ironically- bobbing around the stage with his funky bass lines, visiting Paul every so often to keep that rhythm in check. Nick pulling out his best guitar moves. Alex playing guitar behind his head, and attempting an Angus Younge-esque move, scooting across the stage, one leg outstretched. At one point, Alex started Gyrating, his whole body shaking as if in mid seizure, waving his arms about the air in front of Paul. It was awesome. I tried my damndest to remember every detail I could soak in. I often forget set lists, and small details of concerts. If it’s been long enough I’ll forget hearing the songs live at all. This show was just too good to forget. Stellar night. When I arrived at the Burt, I was greeted by an ecstatic Julia. “ALEX WAS IN THAT PARKING LOT.” She was waving a finger across the street. “NO FUCKING WAY” was my response. She continued to fill me in on the story. Apparently the esteemed lead singer of the band was surrounded by a throng of people in a parking lot when Julia showed up. She screamed at the top of her lungs and begged her mom to let her out. Let her out goddamn it! Her mom let her out on the corner and Julia bolted like a mad man, yelling a feeble goodbye to her mother, bee lining it for the man. When she got there he had gone. It was an epic tale, and I was jealous that she got to sneak a peak up close and personal at Alex fucking Kapranos. I LOVE HIM. We were going to wait around after the show to see if we could talk to the boys and maybe get some autographs and photos, but Julia’s mom phoned halfway through the last song, and was coming right after. Still. The only other shows I have ever gushed about to this extent were my NIN shows, so you know, this had to have been excellent. And it was. If you didn’t go, you missed out my friend. The opening band was also pretty stellar. No one could catch the name in our section, but the lead singer was awesome. He danced like a fool, and was black, and had glasses. Need I explain more? No indeed. I am so pleased with this show. I am beside my self with glee, and its two days after the fact. I LOVE RANZ FERDINAND. --In love with four Scottish boys.

This is what I did yesterday. I woke up. Good morning St. Boniface. I turned on my computer, which was being a total homosexual. Good morning gaylord computer. I whent and got my nails did with the certificate HANK gave me at the end of my internship. Good morning Corydon. I went Downtown with mom and my sister. We ended up in The Bay Downtown for some reason. SHAKEY ESCELATOR. Hello city bus on Graham! Corner of Graham and Fort. HOLLA. Headed to mom's doctor, we came with because the office is air conditioned. We are redneck. Hello large ominous and godly building. This old man awaited us inside. Nine Stories up, Look at that mirrored building. REFLECTION OF THE CITY. We decided to go to moms place of employment. WPG TRANSIT LULZ. The bowels of Transit, and half of my mother. CIVILIANS ARE NOT ALLOWED. GIT OUT. I found this baller trunk in the alley. It's baller. CABBAGE PATCH. BONOUS. Bright pink nails bitchez. We went to Robins Donuts later that night, and hung out with mom's friend Angie. Then The storm to end all storms hit. I forgot my camera aty home, but it might have been for the better. I had a hard enough time picking only twelve pictures as it was. I did cheat and put 13 though. OH WELLS. Also, THIS was on a youtube video I watched once. It was of Nine Inch Nails and Gary Numan preforming together. Read the FAIL first, then the WIN. I'm Staticpallour, i made that tiny comment on the FAILURES comment. Yeah. --Greaaaat day.