cheeseofthemagi

This is what all the cool kids are listening to these days : http://picard.ytmnd.com/

Citizens of the universe, I would like you to know that I have been accepted by the University of Toronto, to my first choice college at Victoria.

I am so glad that I'm not going to be a hobo.

That is all.

So I stumbled across what I have found to be one of the most disgusting websites I have ever seen. It does not have obscene pictures, but it does make me want to vomit. If the website were merely visually shocking and obscene, that would be no great crime, however, this website is deadly because it has the ability to infect innocent young girls with dangerous and disgusting ideas.
This website is so called "Pro-ana", meaning, pro-anorexic. It is created by a mysterious woman who believes (disturbingly, like many other people apparently) that anorexia is a helpful thing.

This is the website: http://www.plagueangel.net/grotto/index.html

And this is a general response I made to the website/webmaster after reading through it:

If this website were about a controversial method of making people healthier, fine, I would be able to deal with that, but what I find strange is that most of your supporting arguements stem from vanity. "I will do whatever it takes. I want to be thin more than anything, even food... "
What does this mean? It certainly doesn't imply that people commit themselves to anorexia out of NECESSITY. All I see on this webpage is, "I want... I want... I want" These people that commit themselves to anorexia are portrayed as being strong and willful here. Since when is strength and willpower NOBLE when it all has to do with vanity, with a desire to look a certain way? People are more likely to be healthy if they persue a normal, balanced diet and exercise regularly than if they simply decide to starve themselves, and that is a fact. So what is this website about? Is it really vanity, or are you going to pretend, that in addition, it has advantages for your health? Sure, if you starve yourself, you won't be fat, but pictures of incredibly thin people terrify me more than any morbidly obese person ever would. Perhaps this stems from the fact that I have a fear of the skeletal figure of the GRIM REAPER.
I can only hope that this website does not reach out to too many insecure young girls to poison their minds. You may say that you "Pro-anas" are becoming the next "elite secret society", but you seem to be forgetting the fact that anorexia is a very visible thing. Luckily, there are sensible people on this planet who will see these people and try to help them and make them understand that there are more important things in life than being thin.
Even if you can justify YOUR own anorexia, and for some reason, I am somewhat vaguely MAYBE able (for some reason) to accept the fact that you are a healthy anorexic, it is CERTAINLY not something that you should be encouraging others to persue. You speak a whole lot about how awesome anorexia is, but you are rather vague in it's implementation. Sure, you threw in some tables about nutrition and vitamins, but that is clearly not enough. I'm sure you're happy with how thin YOU are, but the truth is, the vast majority of people find anorexia to be extremely unattractive. In fact, most women have a common misconception that men would prefer them to be thin (the average woman looks at a fashion model in a magazine and wishes she was that skinny, when the average man looks at that picture, he frowns at how gross she looks).
This website is absolutely disgusting, misguided, vain, poisonous and utterly unintelligent. I will now continue to urge everyone I know to do whatever they can to destroy this and similar movements in any way possible. But what do I know? I'm just a "knee-jerk reactionist". Well, the difference between you and me is that I have the sincere wish that everyone could be healthy. You, however, appear to have no such concern. Either that or you're just a total idiot.


****** Oh right, DON'T FORGET to try and destroy this woman's pro-ana craziness. I've already started contacting hackers in an attempt to destroy her website. Well, you don't have to be as crazy and dedicated as I do, but it IS sort of fun.

All of my future journal entries will be friends only. This has been applied retroactively to some, but not all.

That is all.

Today was my last exam (biology) ((which was death)), and thus it was also the last day that I would spend within Merivale's walls. I had to hand in my biology textbook, and even though I hate biology, letting go of that last little piece of Merivale was sort of depressing. After I finished my exam I packed up everything in my locker and remembered that I was going to go say goodbye to Ms. Ash. We talked in her room for about an hour about random things, mostly about my family (she's interested in that whole family dynamic sort of thing) and I learned a bit about her too. I told her about some of the people that are going to be in her grade 12 gifted english class and she was like, "hmm, sounds interesting" so she has something to look forward to. Then she gave me some chocolate and I left, sticking a few neon orange stickers that say "BOEUF" on them on Davina's locker. Then I said bye to Merivale, (I actually said it, under my breath) and took the bus home.

So, obviously, today was the last day of school (not counting exams) for the first semester, and thus, it was also the last day that I would see a lot of people. I said goodbye to lots of people, and sometimes when I got too lazy for an extended conversation I just ran by and said, "Goodbye forever!". It was sort of funny. Katie and Megan McNoPants were mourning my loss, and Megan spent a good five minutes latched to my neck in the library while I was trying to do my politics ISU. Good times. Megan is an awesome kid and I shall miss her along with several other awesome people that make Merivale... awesome.
Most of my day was taken up by working on my politics ISU, but for the afternoon I sat in Mr. Zervas's class and watched people play with spoons/heard stories about urinating. WOOHOO POLITICS EXAM TOMORROW. I'M GONNA FAIL. But so is everyone else! :D

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And now for something COMPLETELY different.
I love movies. Movies are awesome. I was looking at several of the movies that are coming out at sometime in the future and of course I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Johnny Depp, so I was like, "awesome". It's directed by Tim Burton, and therefore will be amazing *shakes fist*.
Sin City also looks like an extremely hot/amazing/murderous movie. I want to eat it.
AND THEN I was watching this trailer for Kingdom of Heaven, and I was like, "Who's that manly looking lead actor... who is a man", and of course I didn't expect the answer to be Orlando Bloom, because he's practically a woman (although some people seem to find that attractive). Anyway in THIS movie he looks quite manly and its another one of those historical war epic things (which I'm getting rather tired of) but this one actually looks good. What I didn't like about some of these movies was the fact that it was like, "GOOD GUYS VS. BAD GUYS. ROOOOAR!" *DEATH*. If you look at Gladiator, (a very good movie that probably started the whole epic/ancient history movie thing) what I liked about it was that it wasn't just like, "GOOD GUY WINS IN THE END!" because Russel Crowe's character doesn't really win (he dies) but he's also reunited with his deceased family in the afterlife. Gladiator, I found, was actually a very sad movie, but I really liked it. MY POINT IS, Kingdom of Heaven looks sort of like a tragedy without being cheesy, but who can really tell from the trailer? You should probably just see it because Orlando Bloom doesn't look like a pretty little girl in it, he looks like someone of the male gender.

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AAAH! I just found my This Is a Test script! It has all these random notes on it too. *strokes it lovingly*

SO, I'm leaving forever, but before that (on the 29th) some people have expressed some sort of desire to see me before I leave (freeeeeaks). SO, the plan is now that I will be eatin' some dinner at Kelsey's (apparently there is one in Barrhaven) on the 29th and anyone that wants to come is welcome (unless I hate you). KAYLA, since I forgot your phone number, I'm just going to assume that you're coming. OK? That'swhatIthought. You too Meagan *shakes fist*, and also so far I have Ryan, Sara, Davina, Meaghan and Hugh. I don't really expect any more people to come, cause then it would be like... loud...er. ANYWAY YEAH, DINNER + ERIC + FRIENDS = HAPPYFUNTIME (OR ELSE).


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P.S.: Anchorman is the most hilarious movie ever

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Also, my grampa just phoned me and told me a story about how one time he was eating crackers while flying a plane and he almost choked and crashed and killed himself and his wife. So the moral was, don't eat crackers.

The movers are coming tomorrow. They're packing up everything in my mom's house and trucking it over to Toronto. So for the next two weeks I'll be at my dad's house (in limbo) and then I will take the train to Toronto on the 30th at like, 46 minutes after noon. *foreboding music*

1. Your real name: Eric
2. What friends call you: Eric, Oorooc (but mostly Eric)
3. What your boyfriend/girlfriend calls you: Goat farmer *WINK WINK*
4 What's a name you once wished you'd rather have? Pingu.
5. What is/are the ugliest name(s) you can think of? Jojo
6. What would you name the following if you had them as pets?
a. turtle: Turtley
b. goose: Goosey
c. pirate: Cap'n
d. a hot boy: Pingu.
7. If there was a song about you, what would it be called? "Who's That Crack Addict?"
8. What would you name your kids? Something normal, but not something too incredibly generic. Names are extremely unimportant.
9. What would you name a ship you built? The S.S. Von Fluffig
10. If you wrote a book about yourself, what would it be called? The Life and Times of Pingu
Have you ever...
11. thrown up in public? I don't think so.
12. eaten or drank anything spoiled? Not that I recall.
13. had a rip in your pants you didn't know about? Yes, but even after discovering it I didn't really care.
14. tripped while checking someone out? No, I tend to not notice people.
15. had to pay for something you broke? Nope.
16. nearly drowned? Nope.
17. passed out? Dependsonwhatyoumean.
18. had a crush on somebody? No, that's impossible.
19. been stuck in the rain? Probably.
20. been attacked by an animal? No.
21. caught people having sex? No, but I try so very hard.
22. fallen asleep while driving? SO MANY TIMES :'(
23. felt attracted to someone of the same sex? ME? NEVER.
24. actually slipped on a banana peel? No, but I tried really hard. I honestly did. I was like, "Oh banana peel, why aren't you slippery like in cartoons?" They're not.
25. made a wish that came true? Probably. It's statistically likely to happen to anyone at least once. What a dumb question.

Complete the sentence
26. I once had a dream... that I was riding a tidal wave with Jennifer Love Hewitt, and I don't even like her.
27. I'm only racist towards... French people.
28. I don't even know why I'm... befriended by anyone.
29. I'd give anything to have sex with... Kayla O'Brien.
30. Nothing sucks more than having to... be funny lookin'
31. If I had six bucks, I'd buy... the sexiest hamburger ever.
32. It's hot. I should take off my... NOTHING. Nudity is wrong.
33. It's always more fun if you... do it with a snorkel.
34. You can't eat steak without... love.
35. You'd better shut up before I... stand there with a fake smile the entire time and pretend to like you.
36. I really like you and everything but... you're not caucasian.

What would you do if...
37. A dirty old guy at the airport slapped your butt? Give him my number, obviously. Actually, I'd probably just say something very rude.
38. Somebody was about to steal your car? Hurt them.
39. You wake up with a billion spiders crawling all over you and your bed? Jump through a wall.
40. You farted while giving a persuasive speech in class? Fall over laughing and hit an easel (that happened once).
41. The person you just kissed tells you they have oral herpes? Rip out their jaw and devour their soul/
42. You had three wishes? I'd wish for you to not ask such open ended questions; I'm far too lazy to answer them.
43. The government allowed you to choose one thing to be made illegal and one thing to be legalized? Homosexuality be illegal and murder be legalized.
44. Britney Spears was at your front door asking for jumper cables? *sigh* I'd probably say, "My sister likes you, can you sign this please?" and then when I gave it to my sister she'd be like, "YAAAAAAAAY"
45. you had a time machine? Sweet jesus I wish. I want to see everything; the past and future, and I'd never return to my present time or to any of the people I knew.
46. FOX gave you a half hour show to do whatever you wanted? Get my family on it. Oh god.

Would you rather...
47. find the cure for cancer or the cure for aids? Cancer.
48. have the power to fly, or the power to teleport? Teleport. It's less obvious.
49. have the power to see the future, or the power to record your dreams? Neither (the time machine is better, cause then you can live outside of time)
50. be really skinny, or really fat? Skinny
51. be lost in a forest, or stuck in a box? lost in a forest, obviously
52. be in a drama movie, or a comedy? comedy
53. be in a hip hop video or a rock video? Rock.
54. have your birthday on Christmas Day, or on February 29th? Feb. 29th.
55. live in the sewer, or in Afghanistan? The sewer; I'd raise an army of mutants.
56. be in a mental institution or in a penitentiary? Mental institution.
57. snow board or hang glide? Snow board. I'd probably combust in midair.
58. be a ninja or a pirate? Pirate, obviously.

What's the first thing that comes to your mind when you read the following words?
59. Courage: green
60. Driver: student
61. Yoga: leg
62. Bakery: muffin
63. Roach: cock
64. Mushroom: top
65. Sprung: board
66. Exotic: dancer
67. Pythagorean: llama

Miscellaneous
68. What is your definition of love? Why are you asking me complex questions that people spend their lives pondering? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
69. List three words that are clues to identifying a person you are currently interested in: funny, hotlikeallama, nice
70. Who or what is your worst enemy? Well, since I don't have any human enemies, I'd have to say Toronto.
71. Who is the last person you kicked? Davina
72. If you had to be a chess piece, which piece would you be? The rook, because they're simple yet effective.
73. Name three people you know whose names begin with the first letter of your last name: No one. HOORAY.
74. What's one romantic thing somebody's done for you? Made me an extremely large amount of macaroni and cheese. It was actually really sweet. SHUT UP.

What is your opinion on the following?
75. "Girls are nothing but drama.": Meh, so are boys.
76. "Only idiots watch The Simpsons.": Only the new episodes. They're so unfunny.
77. "Kentucky is way better than Cali": DUH
78. "There's nothing wrong with stealing.": Stealing from rich people is my DUTY.
79. "Alcohol is the answer to ALL your problems.": I'm not Irish.
80. "You don't need to go to college to be a brain surgeon.": Lobotomies for all!
81. "Music is stupid.": It's not stupid, I just don't listen to it much.
82. "Your car sucks.": It's made of a potato.

Last year there was some sort of horror movie that went by the name of 'Decoys'. You may or may not remember it, but it was the worst movie ever. I just watched it. Let me break it down for you.
So, there are these college students in New Brunswick (yes, it's a Canadian movie), and one of them discovers that alien women are seducing and killing men. You see, these alien women are nearly extinct because of a drastic climate change on their home world. They need cold temperatures to survive, so naturally they headed to Canada. They don't really want to kill people or take over the world, all they want to do is repopulate. To do this however, they have to implant hideous little spider things into men's stomachs with the aid of about a dozen tentacles that sprout from their chest. Unfortunately, to properly incubate, the babies need a very cold daddy host, so lots of guys freeze to death in order for the children to be born. The alien girls say that with each attempt at mating it is less likely that a human will die in the process, but they're probably lying. So basically this guy runs around trying to kill these bimbos with fire (cause they hate heat), but he dies in the end, obviously. Also, there's some romance with him and this female cop, but it's never explained at all. It just alludes to the fact that they once dated/had children.

Things I learned from this movie:
-aliens use liquid nitrogen like how we use deodourant
-aliens remove their clean panties from the dryer with pink tongs
-laundry is extremely erotic. So much so that when a young woman smells a dryer sheet, nearby young men are speechless and incapacitated with arousal
-hockey players are illiterate
-there's nothing suspicious about your girlfriend wearing a skimpy outfit in the snow while eating ice cream and looking perfectly comfortable
-anyone can just walk into a morgue and look at bodies, there's no security
-everyone in New Brunswick is caucasian
-alien whores won't kill you if they really love you
-sorority house basements always have a twisted and complicated network of underground tunnels

Verdict: Sometimes amusing, but mostly the dialogue was incredibly cheesy and the acting was terrible. Not enough horror either.

Sweet mother of God, why are people protesting? Bush is coming to visit Canada, he's not launching a nuclear assault. I can see why people would protest before the war in Iraq, but now that the war is already on, what's the point in protesting? One young woman said, "We want him to know that he's not welcome here". Excuse me you dumb biatch, of course he's welcome. Just because you may not agree with his views doesn't mean our government should cut off diplomatic ties. George Bush is the president, and I would have preferred Kerry, but I have to live with what happened. People have to accept it and realize that, in diplomacy, you ACTUALLY HAVE TO BE DIPLOMATIC. That means NOT rioting for no reason. That means accepting that George Bush is president. Our government can't just say, "Oh, we don't like you so we're not going to talk to you. We would have talked to Kerry". No, it's our duty to have a strong relationship with the United States and that way we can at least have some small influence over them. We just have to wait another four years to see what happens, but no matter what does there's always going to be a president and he and our prime minister had always better pretend to be buddies.

P.S.: I like how on the news they told us what the president and the prime minister had for dinner. MMM ALBERTA BEEF.

Anyway, so this is like, the first photography stuff that I have done in four months, and I'm quasi-proud of it. I'm mostly putting it up because it displays that I now have black hair, as some are skeptical. It is also posted on my Deviantart account.

So Operation Dye Eric's Hair The Colour That is Black (Which Isn't Actually A Colour) was a success. But FIRST, I must detail what happened on Friday, because I very rarely tell tales of what I did on any particular day, but since this one was moderately interesting, I might as well.

So I ventured on yon bus to go downtown, and I wandered around a bit aimlessly in the Rideau Centre as I waited for Amanda to meet me at the Shoppers. I saw Ben Ladoucer about three times as I wandered around aimlessly, and I of course made no attempt to make him aware of my existance. I saw Byron on a floor above me, so I ran up to him and harassed him. I was playing the Say Random Things Game, Because Byron Will Laugh At Anything I Say. So I saw a unicycle nearby and I tried to compare him to one, but it came out oddly: "Byron, you're like a unicycle... very difficult to ride". And then I saw Amanda and I left Byron without even saying goodbye. WEEE. We then went into the drugstore and bought some hair dye, it took about all of three seconds, and Amanda was like, "Well what did you expect? It's not magical the first time". We then took the bus to my house and when we got to Fallowfield station I went outside the bus shelter (although Amanda remained inside) and I blew on the glass and drew cats on it. People were laughing, apparently. Amanda was embarrassed, but THATS MY JOB. Then we went back to my house and ate oranges for about an hour and threw beanie babies at each other.
THEN we decided that it was time to dye my hair, so Amanda went about pouring craploads of goop in it and I decided that I looked like a seal that was trapped in oil. She also smeared some dye across my forehead and gave me a unibrow, but I quickly removed that because I didn't want to look TOO Russian. Then I bathed and washed out the gross goop and my hair was black, along with some of the skin near my eyebrows and sideburns which made my eyebrows look really Russian, but I rubbed at them and exfoliated the dye off. I don't want to be black, sorry.
AND THAT WAS MY ADVENTURE. THEEEEE END.

You know when there's never enough time? Ya. Time is the devil.
ANYWAY, so I've cast just about everyone I need for ma movie, and I've discovered that I can do about 90% of the filming during the lunch hour, so I don't ACTUALLY have to keep people after school. Which is good. I'm excited. I get to use Shannon's nice digital video camera, and I have my own sexcellent video editing software. This is going to be the BEST/CHEESIEST movie EVER MADE.
Oh, and also in recent news, my friend Amanda is probably dying my hair black tomorrow. I may chicken out. Chicken out like a chicken. We're going to have a sleepover party and makeout with pillows and talk about boys and your mom. Or we'll just watch a lot of movies until our eyelids burst into flame. HURRAH.
And in MORE recent news, nothing interesting has happened in my life. Pretty exciting eh? 'Cept my mom is like, "ERIC, you have to tell your FATHER that you are MOVING TO TORONTO" and I'm like, "OH NO I DON'T". I'll just kill him. However, I will have to spend about two weeks with him (vomit vomit), because my mother will have already moved to our house in Toronto and I cannot join her until my first semester is done so IN THE MEANTIME, my father will devour my soul. THE END.

Hokay joo guys. For Writer's Craft I wrote this script and now, for some reason, it needs to be acted out. It's a TV script (cause that's the style I did) and its sort of a parody of CSI. It's like, CSI: Merivale, cause all the characters are students and its set in the school and other students are killed and its FUN. It's filled with cheesy one liners like on CSI, except cheesier. ANYWAY. Here are the roles that I require:

LEADS:
1. The lead CSI guy (Calm, collected. Says almost all of the cheesy lines. He's basically like Horatio from CSI: Miami sorta)
2. The 2nd in command-type CSI girl (this girl is a cold, frosty bihotch, but she's ever so saucy)
3. The easy-going CSI guy
4. The pretty CSI girl who is annoyingly smart
5. The geeky medical examiner

NOT LEADS:
1. A dead guy (he may be in a flashback scene, but those usually don't involve any dialogue)
2. A dead girl (ditto)
3. The friend of the dead guy (he gets a bit emotional during his scene, but not overly so)
4. The insane biatch murderer girl (crazeh)
5. A murderer guy (sort of a nerdy character)
6. Another murderer guy (who is also nerdy)
7. A girl who is asked some questions
8. Another girl who is asked some questions (gets a bit emotional)
9. A security guard/policeman type thing (he has no lines)


So yeah, I need to film this. Tell EVERYONE YOU KNOW (that goes to Merivale)

"What's that doctor?"
"My god, it looks like some sort of update!"
"Don't touch it!"
"It's in the interest of science my dear. Oh god no, AAAARGH"
"Aiiiie!"
And so forth.

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So today in Writer's Craft class Ms. Roch was like, "Hurrah, let's do improv because it will show us what dialogue is like in a play!" and I'm like, "Oh god no,". So everyone put little suggestions for scenes in a hat and of COURSE when I went up mine said, 'Conversation after really bad sex', which was interesting and I willnotdescribe. My mark in that class is a 92%, so it's all good. I can bring it up more though, and I SHALL.
And then there's biology and Mme. Brisson doesn't enjoy teaching, she much prefers to give us notes. So when I was watching this bio video I was actually learning stuff. It was all the things she failed to teach me. My mark in that class is 70%, but I imagine it'll end up going down to a 60% eventually and will probably be around a 65% when all is said and done at the end of the semester. I don't really care, bio can die.
And THEN there's Politics class which I have a 75% in 'cause Mr. Zervas gives us really obscure test questions about ideals of democracy (and apparently we're all too stupid to answer them right).

And that's my life in school as of now. I don't really have a life anywhere else, so there isn't much to say. However, my mom DID find a 125 year old oak dining table that has been in my family for a long time, and it's going to be our dining table at our house in Toronto. (It has cool carved lion feet on its legs).

Heh, this is why I don't write in my journal frequently, because it makes me realize how much of a loser I am. OH WELL. I have a fish sandwich.

the scar you're most proud of	The one I don't have, because I'm clearly made of steel
your favourite condiment	Mustard
if you have freckles	I'm a redhead you crapforbrains
your preferred method of cooking	Flambe
what shoes you're wearing	Getting saucy eh ;)
how many children you have	I think three in the tank. One might have died, its sort of floating there
the first person you french kissed	Your mom
your preferred breed of dog	Your mom
where you were born	My mom
what colour underwear you're wearing	Holy crap, questions don't get more insightful than this
where your keys are right now	I don't have keys. Doors open FOR ME
if you have split ends	Sure why not
when you last got laid	I don't remember the stardate
your opinion on airline food	I am against airline food and I do not believe it is American. Vote Eric
what cosmetic surgery you would consider	The whole face. For your mom. She kinda looks like a retarded penguin
best kiddie playground equipment to have sex on	You are one twisted mofo
your worst malady	Hopping herpes
if your mum loves your dad	I'm gonna say no
if you can sing well	and if by 'sing' you mean 'weld' then yes
what your olympic event would be	full contact origami
someone you admire	your mom
which country would be hardest for you to locate on a map	The ones that nobody care about, like any place in Africa
the last time you cried	When I realized how truly beautiful raisins are
your most interesting sexual congress location	Sexual congress? Like, congressmen? Like, sex in the House of Commons? Is that what the tours are for?
part of the Sunday papers you read first	I don't read the paper
the languages you speak	English
the religion you were raised in	Mormanism. It was an April fools joke that went on a bit too long
if you can draw well	Holy crap no
your favourite photograph	that one with your mom and the clogs
what you should be doing instead of this	Anything, you dumb putz
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!

So I was talking to my friend Sara this morning on MSN, and we decided that we were going to go see a play that Davina is acting in (Merchant of Venice). So we met up at Fallowfield station, took the 95 to Rideau and then took the 87 to Pleasant Park. Our destination was Billings Estate, and upon reaching Pleasant Park Sara whipped out a huge map of Ottawa. It took us about 15 minutes to figure out where exactly we needed to go, even though the street we needed to walk down to was about 20 metres away from us. We examined the map on the sidewalk of some road, and I observed a guy and a girl making out not far from us on the grass. In general, I disapprove of public displays of affection, and I was quite surprised, and disgusted, that these people were displaying their affection towards each other so close to a road (especially when people could easily throw things at them from their car window). After they had gotten up and started walking away, I realised that they were in fact both male, so they certainly were bold.
After Sara and I ran back and forth several times looking at the map (which the Quote of the Day sprung from, "This is like an adventure, but you know, not the fun kind") and we finally made our way to the estate. The play was performed in a large white tent on the lawn. A random male in front of Sara and I turned around and remarked that I looked familiar to him. I told him that he was most likely delerious. The play was well performed, and Davina made very humourous facial expressions. She's also really good at acting insanely angry. Some people seem to find it difficult, but I think pretending to be angry is easy, because all you have to do is yell and flail and look really murderous. Davina has obviously mastered the art. After the show we ran up to Davina and hugged her and jumped up and down and other fun stuff like that, and she was very happy to see that Sara and I had attended the play.
Sara and I milled around on the lawn while Davina changed out of her costume, and the same young man that had spoken to me earlier informed me once again that I looked familiar. Not feeling very articulate, I said, "It's times like this that I wish I had a railroad spike" which could have easily been interpreted as a death threat, but I think I said it rather mildly. Anyway, he gave me an odd look so I ran over to a nearby tree and immediately climbed it. I'm not joking. After I detailed the interesting anatomy of marsupials (they have two vaginas) to Sara from my tree, I came down and we wandered around aimlessly until her mother arrived and took us home.

I decided to do a stupid quiz. Actually, it's less stupid than most quizzes, and plus I get to add my own stupid comments (in brackets). WEE. Oh AND LOOK, I made a FREAKING LIVEJOURNAL CUT, because everyone is a WHINY HARLOT. In fact, I disabled livejournal cuts for when I read other people's entries, because I think cuts are stupid. BUT ANYWAY.

 

( QUIZ )

There, I made a livejournal cut. But I'm not going to do it for anyone's convenience. ^___^

BAAAAAAAAAAAAANAAAAAAAAAAAAAANAAAAAAA
Banana.
Banana?
BANANA!
OH HO HO, Banana!
MY
NAME
IS
SALTY
AND
I
WILL
BE
YOUR
CALIMARI
FOR
THIS
EVENING.
IF
YOU
HAVE
ANY
QUESTIONS
PLEASE
DIRECT
THEM
TO
MY
UNCLE.
HIS
NAME
IS
GOOSE.

APPLE APPLE APPLE
SAUCE.
APPLE APPLE APPLE
SAUCE.

MY
SOCKS
ARE
BLUE.

Thank you and good night.

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For future reference, I will never use a "cut" in any of my livejournal entries. Sometimes they will get long (I will definitely have a few to come that may be pages long). If this annoys you, then remove me from your friends list. I don't write this journal for other people, it is for myself.