Leon's boss' quote of the day!

"Leon, just because nobody understands you, it doesn't mean that you're a fucking artist!"

Was it called the skip-it?

I've said it before and I'll say it again, myspace is a pain in the ass. Pour some slush onto my bare brain and that what it feels like when I have to listen to yet another little crappy band. Not forgetting regular people like Britney: "Britney <3 <3 <3 wants to be my friend! She sure looks smart! I feel so popular!"

Like the hula hoop, tie-dye t-shirts and Pokemon, myspace has come and gone. Pokemon was never one of my fads but that ankle thing with the counter that would go round sure was! I got tired of that one fast enough though.

"Myspace, we need to talk. I don't think it's gonna work. You're just too needy. It wasn't all bad, we had fun in the beginning. We went out, met some people. I just feel that we've just grown apart. You like really crappy music and that's kind of a turn off. You like hot girls and guys that offer webcam services and I'm not really into that. It's over. I'll go pick up my stuff soon."

Jazzy got her gun and ate it too

You know when you live a really charged week and by the end of it you're actually thinking of ways out. "Hey Jon let's rent a car so you can hit me with it (gently), that way I could get out of writing my exam tonight." "Or I could kill you" he said. "That way I could get out of writing MY exam! I'd be mourning my roommate!"

And then... Can't find my ID card and I need it to write my exam! By this point there were tears in my eyes. Turns out, getting another card is the easiest process in university. "I lost my card." "Here you go!"

My social problems exam was a breeze. Summer breeze... Makes me feel fine... Blowing through the... yeah yeah. One of the questions actually went like this:
Homophobia is:
a) someone that is leaving home
b) someone who is against homosexuals
c) someone who likes sex
d) someone who is against men
Thank you lazy teacher that can't think of anything more challenging to ask!

On my way home the ticket booth guy in the metro gave me a freebie on the fee cause he had to change the transfers for the bus. And when I got on the platform, guess what, the metro arrived! Wow, I am the luckiest person on Earth.

Leon's quote of the day

"I just wanna take a real heavy glove and go downtown and slap people in the face with it... or a real sloppy mitaine".

Jazzy got her gun

Monday morning, I wake up, make coffee and relax. An hour before noon, I e-mail my history professor to ask him when our book report is due (I'm thinking in like a week or so). It is noon when I get his reply: "The paper is due on Wednesday, I hope this doesn't come as a surprise..."
OMG! Surprise!

I'm freakin. Run to the metro, go to Chapter's, they're out of the book, go to the Concordia bookstore, they have it, 20$. One o'clock, take the bus home, find a cafe, park my ass down until the book is done. Six o'clock, go home eat some random student crap, aka chips, go back out, write the paper.
Ten o'clock. Done! Done? Holy shit, done!

This book has incredibly sad. However, I recommend it. The story is about a man who loses his limbs, hearing and half of his face in WWI, his mouth, nose and eyes are gone. With only his mind and no one to communicate to, his thoughts on war evolve and become increasingly negative. This work was a deep reflection on the illogic of war. The ups and downs of the story fed my stressed adrenaline levels.

Not in my heaven please

This is my backyard. As a student living in Montreal a backyard is like owning a personal piece of green heaven.

In winter we have to maintain a pathway to our composter. In doing so the shovel will hit random pieces of junk.

Junk you ask? Yes random shit that's fallen off of our neighbours second floor balcony.

"I don't remember buying a bottle of yellow natural spring water". Man, I don't even want to know what's in there! Then I find a container of Activa yogurt, seems as though the fuckers are health conscious, yeah right, it was probably on sale.

From what I can see, their balcony is a sad place to stand. Notice how the cardboard has an icicle of it. And the two-four of Tremblay. That last one sort of makes me pity them... but no.

Unfortunately, the slobs from upstairs have being doing this ever since we moved in September. They're not actually "doing this" what they are doing is not throwing out their trash like civilised people. Instead they stash it on the balcony where the wind does a fine job of carrying it onto my property.

What should I do?

Leon's quote of the day

"I feel like a big bag of mashed assholes".