Oh, My Personality.

Well, my personality basically sucks, so let's just get that over with.

What I'm actually going to write about is the annoying effects of sleep deprivation.
I don't know how it works for all of you, but for me, it magnifies every tiny little thing until the world is annoying me. For instance, when I walked into my living room this morning and one of my brothers friends was passed out drunk on the floor, rather then just walk by and pay no attention as I would usually do, I got angry. All of my brothers friends are over 19, no longer in school, and the majority of them don't have jobs. This is how my brain process went upon witnessing him:
Wow, he couldn't make it to the couch?
Who the heck does this guy think he is?
Why does HE get to drink on Tuesdays and then sleep away Wednesdays when I have to go school?
Basically, it went on like that, with me just getting more and more angry at this random kid.
And because I'm a mean and spiteful person, I went and got a dog treat and put it on his neck and called my dog, who proceeded to molest him long after the treat was gone.
I walked away with a smirk as I listened to his drunken freak out.

My memory starts to suck, too.
Everything blurs together, and I don't take much notice to little details.
Like the fact that my mom was sitting in the kitchen.
She wasn't too impressed.

And my eyes.
They get red.
Like really red.
And the lids get heavy and I never feel like putting effort into keeping them open all the way.
Thankfully for me, as I stumbled into school this morning looking like I'd just came off of a week long crack binge, of course there was a police officer there holding the door open for me.
That was possibly the most awkward moment of my life, trying to avoid eye contact with him and thank him at the same time, as my mom died laughing in the car because she had already commented on how I resembled Courtney Love this morning.

And of course, my complete lack of focus.
Whiel attmepting to sleep at 5 in the morning, I was staring at my wall, and I started to think about university.
Somehow it turned into some f-ed up day dream where I got murdered in a forest.
Sweet.
And even writing these blogs, I've caught myself just staring at nothing.
But whatever.

Basically my point is,
I'm a part time student and can leave at lunch and sleep until tomorrow.
Suck it.


Sadly, that's a lie. I have drivers training.
Shoot me now.

Cows Rock.

OMG I SAW ALL THAT KNITTED STUFF OVER THE SUMMER AND I ALWAYS WAS LIKE WTH. Thanks for explaining that.

SIDENOTE: Before I begin rambling, I would like to make it known that I didn't sleep last night because my brother and his friends are idiots, so I might not make sense.

Animal that deserves respect: Cows.
Seriously.

I used to live on a farm, and cows are just so AWESOME.

First of all, they're practically horses.
Ha.
I legit used to sit on cows as they walked around when I was little... They had four legs, a tail, two eyes, to me they were basically the same thing as a horse. I really feel that animals that don't actually follow orders are smarter then those that do.
Good job horse, you did exactly what I told you to!
OMG COW I NEVER EXPECTED YOU TO DO THAT AND I DIDN'T EVEN TELL YOU TO DO IT.

Second of all, they have nice eyes.
Like, not just pretty nice, but when you look at their eyes, they just look like a nice animal.

Thirdly, they get slaughtered.
YOU RESPECT THE DEAD.

That's all I got....

DO YOU KNOW WHAT ANIMAL SUCKS?
1. Cats
CATS ARE A**HOLES. They use people.
I have three, and I love them all, but they suck.
Unless they want water, food, attention or their litterbox cleaned, I don't exist.
And my one cat Luna is the worst.
She hates on me hardcore because I brought home my last cat Todd, and our new dog, Noella. And because the new dog is a beast, the cats have to stay in the basement for a while so they don't get murdered.
Luna's way of taking revenge on me for this is to attack me constantly every time I enter the basement. And by constantly, I mean she doesn't stop until I leave. It's really annoying, because even though she's severly obese she's really fast and she darts around in the shadows like a ninja and I never know where she is.

2. Turkeys
OH MY LANTA I HATE TURKEYS WITH MY LIFE.
Stupidest animals I have ever seen.
My uncle owns a turkey farm in Quebec, and my parents have also raised turkeys, and I have never been more dumb founded by one breeds sheer stupidity.
There was always a big panic on my uncles farm when it rained.
Why, you might ask, would rain be such a big deal to turkeys?
BECAUSE THEY ARE LEGITIMATLY MENTALLY INCAPABLE OF REALIZING THAT THEY'RE KILLING THEMSELVES.
In the rain, they will look up towards the sky with their beaks open.
And drown to death.
My uncle told me this would happen when I was about five, and I didn't believe him.
But then to prove it to me, during a rain storm, he left two turkeys out.
And they would have killed themselves if we hadn't flipped them over.
I can't even handle how much I hate this animal.

FUN FACT: There was a chicken who got his head cut off and then lived for another eighteen months. The guy who cut off his head fed him water and grain with an eye dropper. The chickens name was Mike.

COCKROACH.

So, it's that time of year again.
The time where everyone picks their courses for next year.
And to be honest, I'm kind of sad that I'm not doing it. Not because I'll miss WO, but more because I'm scared of moving out on my own and actually having to support myself.
So instead of picking my courses, I was applying to universities.
And now I'm dreading their response.
Every time someone else I know gets accepted, I feel stupider.
Why have no universities accepted me yet?
One example: I'm assuming everyone knows Jaida Regan.. Well, she got accepted to her university of choice. She got her response three days after applying.
What the hell.
I applied like three weeks ago. NOT A BIG DEAL OR ANYTHING.
Also my cousin got early admittance into her first choice of university...
And this bothers me more then Jaida getting accepted three days after applying.
Why, you might ask?

BECAUSE MY COUSIN IS AN EVIL TWIT WHO BELITTLES MY LIFE.Ever since I can remember, she's mocked me for something. When we were younger, it was because I was smaller then her. As we got older, it was because I was taller then her, wasn't as smart as her and other physical assets that mainly equaled ten years of emotional warfare. And that is why I refer to my lovely cousin, Rochelle, as cockroach. SHE CAN WITHSTAND NUCLEAR BATTLE AND JUST THROW IT BACK IN YOUR FACE.

And now that we're both older and more mature, I decided to give her another chance and talk to her about what I plan on doing with my future.

And then she jacked my future.

She had always planned on being a child and youth social worker, a college program, and I had recently decided that I was going to major in physchology and minor in criminology in university. After I told her my plans, she decided my plan was better then hers and applied to major in physchology and minor in law. And of course, since her dad is the only one that actually cares about what his kid is doing and wants to show it off, he brought up the topic of futures at our family christmas dinner. And of course, he asked Rochelle what she was doing first, then went to my brother, and then me. At this point, I felt embarassed about my choice, since my cousin already said she was doing it. So I quietly mumbled what I planned on doing, then had to endure the humiliating "Oh, you're doing the same thing as Rochelle! How cute! You're like, following her footsteps!"

FIRST OF ALL, she's doing the same thing as ME, it's not cute, it's annoying, and I'M OLDER THEN HER.

And that's my spaz of the day.



Super bad picture, but she's obviously already plotting to destroy me.



Graffiti, Graffiti, Graffiti.

I, personally, feel like you have an option when you do graffiti; you can make it meaningful art, or you can make it senseless vandalism. I don't want to take a side because there are wide ranges of graffiti, from scribbling "Janice is a ho" on a bathroom stall to the amazing murals that artists make in Montreal. I love graffiti artists, and see them as just that. Artists. They take something plain and bland, and have the potential 

How can you say this isn't art?

to make it into something beautiful, vibrant and new. A great example of this is Montreal, where they actually have areas set aside for people to legally graffiti. They allow people who are serious about graffiti as an art form rather then an illiterates attempting to get\a message across to display their art in a legal way. For instance, has anyone seen the apartment building when you're driving towards Fairview Mall on the 7/8 Highway that is tagged to say "SEWD" with a pot leaf under it?

THAT kind of graffiti makes me angry. First of all, it's an ACRONYM. How do you spell that wrong? Second of all, if you're going to do something illegal, at least make it worthwhile and spread an actual message, rather then "I smoke too much weed to be able to function and spell like a normal human being." Another thing that made me laugh was MTV Live's host Daryn Jones catch phrase being tagged on school buildings. It's "Bieber my balls", and on the program, they usually display an image of the phrase spray painted on random stuff. You'd think with Justin Bieber being so huge and socially relevent right now, people would know how to spell his name, or would at least find out before they tagged a school building with it, but no. Jones has showed images where the kid didn't spell Bieber right. I just think that if people are going to take the time to try and get their message across, they should at least spell check it first. LAST EXAMPLE OF STUPID GRAFFITI:

REALLY?

You're not going to get into college with spelling like that.

But yeah. I feel that graffiti can be an art form, it just depends on who's doing it and what their doing. I feel like this spot looks to empty when I actually try to post it, so I'm just going to fill it up..
Remember when I said I was going to try and convince my dad to buy a new house? He got a job offer in Quebec, so I might get to see some of the murals up close soon. :D





Not Really A Post.

WHY IS MY DOG SO AWESOME?

FUN FACT: At this very moment, rather then doing anything productive, I'm trying to find a British bulldog for adoption so I can get Noella a friend.

UPDATE: Found Noella's new friend. A four year old all white British Bulldog. I'm assuming my parents are just going to accept this, since I already arranged to meet him.... And by that, I mean I arranged to meet three dogs from other people to...

RANDOM: Sometimes my mom gives me challenges. Well, really, it's more of her telling me not to do things like this. She told me not to get a dog at all. So I went and got Noella. She told me not to get piercings. I got 21. But she gave me a legit challenge last night, and that was to convince my dad to buy a new house. NOW I'LL JUST SAY WE NEED A BIGGER HOSUE BECAUSE I'M GETTING A NEW DOG.

Sadly, I'm 90% I'll be able to convince my dad. He's not the brightest. I already picked out a house too...

Changed My Life.

Ha.
Writer's Craft didn't really change my life, but I do enjoy it. I like to write, and I love doing free writing, espiecally the music one we did. I also enjoyed writing the twisted fairy tale, even though mine was horrendously late...
What do I not like? Being told when we have to be creative. As Feick knows, I never can do this. I always hand in my assignments late because I can never just force myself to write something awesome. Also, I can't make myself plan anything. I hate doing it, and if I do, I always end up changing it anyway. And when I do actually finish something on time, I don't hand it in anyway because I won't like it by the time I have to hand it in.

Oh, blogging.
I actually enjoy blogging, even though when you think about it, it's kind of weird that we're just sharing our life with the internet.
But whatever.

I am so looking forward to writing short stories.
It was always my favourite unit in English, and it's fun to be able to do something that isn't as structured as an essay or news story.


Ha.
Initiative.
I don't have that.
It's nothing to do with the course, it's just because I'm a part time student and only actually need one more credit to graduate, and it makes me frustrated to think about how if I had switched to a semesterized school, I already would have graduated.
I most definitly could improve on actually doing things on time, or doing them at all...

And there is nothing you can do that will make me remember this class more fondly. I already enjoy it, as much as I can enjoy high school.

Sidenote: Go check out the stats on your blog! It's kind of cool, I have a page view from Singapore.. YES. And my blog is featured on some pingy website... I don't know what the site actually is, but it has a link to my blog on it.

AYOO.

Basically, I just don't want to work on my Native Studies essay comparing Avatar and Dancing With Wolves... They're practically the same movie. Done.

Anyway, this post is kind of about another Christmas I got.
Tickets to see A Day To Remember, Bring Me The Horizon, We Came as Romans and Pierce the Veil at the Sound Academy.
I was stoked enough to get these tickets to see three of my favourite bands, but then I was hit with another slap in the face of AWESOME.
A Day To Remember is apparantly headlining Warped Tour 2011.
Now, if you've never been to Warped, you may go ahead and punch yourself in the face.
There's hundreds of bands, multiple stages, over priced food and drinks, the most crazy mosh pits you will ever see and is just all together a great time. It's also something like the longest running punk music festival, or something like that, no big deal.
Ever wanted to see a guy get bones broken by running full force into another?
You can do that, at Warped Tour! Seriously. I watched a guy break his face from runnig full force into someone else in a Wall of Death. It was crazy.
Ever wanted to meet all your favourite bands and hang out with?
You can do THAT at Warped Tour too! I MET DALLAS GREEN THERE. I legitimatly almost cried. The guy who I met him with actually did cry, then he fainted. But we think that was from heat stroke. Then I met Lights. And I was terrified I was going to squish her. She is the tiniest human being I have ever met.

Warped Tour is an all out chill fest, and no one goes to Warped for any reason other then the music, and it's just amazing to be around thousands of people who are so passionate about one thing. The last time I went was in 2009, because the 2010 line up sucked, but when I was there, they had every kind of music you could possibly want to listen to. Want to listen to a transvestite sing poppy catchy tunes? Jeffree Star was there for that. Want to listen to circus metal? Hey, The Venetia Fair was just there to please you. Want to listen to some Christian Metal? Well, Underoath was there to make you happy. And want to listen to some sluts sing about nothing? Awh, what the hell, the Millionaires would love to fulfill your desires.. Literally.....

And another unique thing about Warped Tour? The Warped Tour Hangover. It's worse then any hangover you've possibly had, and you will definitly smell worse then ever before. Your body is sore, as in so sore, you can barely support your neck. You can't even shower after Warped, because you are so physically drained, you can't stand up. You smell like thousands of other peoples sweat, and you may have another persons blood on your body somewhere. Afterwards, it is most likely that you will lay on the closest flat surface and eat an entire pizza by yourself, and drink about a galloon of water. Your head will be pounding from a full day of being assualted by noise from everywhere. It is most likely that your entire body will be sunburnt. You will probably sleep for at least 20 hours. You will feel like you've been hit by a truck and then it backed up and ran you over again. At least ten times.
But it's worth every second of it.

And this year, the line up is shaping up to be just as awesome as the 2009 one.


So someone buy me tickets because I quit my job and have no money.

Noella?

Oh, Tuesday mornings, why do I hate you so much?

ANYWAY, my brain is still in vacation mode, so I'm not doing much actual thinking right now..

So, I decided to do a nice little blog about what I got for Christmas.

Specifically one thing.

But first, let me lead into with a sad sad tale..

So, since I'm assuming none of you know this, over the summer one of my two dogs, Sam, died from cancer, and it sucked really bad. I'd had him since I was six, and it was brutal to have him put down. But eventually I got over it. Then, two weeks ago, my other dog, Tippy, died. His death was even more depressing, because he died because his heart was too big. Legit. He got a tumour on it and it swelled up and blocked his lungs or something. I'd had him for my entire life, he was seventeen, so I was super upset about that.

Now, my dad is like me. He likes animals. The first time I saw him cry was when we had to put down Tippy. So he was just as upset as I was, and since I was on Christmas break and he was off of work, we hatched a plan to get a puppy.

The first kind we considered was a "coon hound". Actually, it was only my dad who considered this. As you can see, they are adorable, but what good is a dog that is trained to chase raccoons up trees..? It's not a useful or practical talent for a dog living in suburban New Hamburg to have. So I took over the search, and decided that we needed either a Jack Russell or a Jug. What is a Jug, you might ask. Well, blog readers, it is a Jack Russell mixed with a pug. They also happen to be adorable as puppies (look at that adorable little face!) but as they get older, they get a lot uglier.

Since we couldn't come to a mutual decision on what kind of puppy to get, we decided to go to the Humaine Society and adopt a dog.

So, one day, we went to the Humaine Society and aimlessly wondered through the aisles of kittens, rats, and dogs. And lo and behold, they had a Jug! Unfortunatly, this was the moment I realized this was possible the ugliest dog I'd ever seen as I stared at a little Jack Russell looking dog with a horrendous underbite. I got over that breed real fast. As we continued through the aisles, we saw a dog going out on a walk. A massive white American Bulldog, who we later found out was named Noel. When this beast of a dog noticed two people who were not a Humaine Society employees, she broke away from her walker and bounded over to molest us.

To be honest, she was the most terrifying thing I'd ever seen, and I was scared for my life when she came barrelling over. But what did she do?

Jumped up, nearly knocked me over trying to lick my face, then rolled over for a belly rub.

I was dumbfounded. This dog, which looked like it weighed about as much as me, was so sweet and nice, and I couldn't figure out why she was in the Humaine Society. I convinced my dad she was awesome and we needed her. So, we went up to the front desk to fill out the adoption papers.

And they told us we'd picked the only dog in the building that couldn't be adopted.

But, we were set on getting that dog. So for a week, I went in every day to chill with this giant beast of a dog, in an attempt to convince the Humaine Society that we really really wanted this dog.

And on the seventh day, they said the magical words. She can go home today.



BEAAASSSTT.



And that is the story of my favourite Christmas present, my obese two year old purebreed American Bulldog that I named Noella.

Unfortunatly about two days later we found out why she was in the Humaine Society. She eats everything. And not just food things. She will eat shoes, but not sneakers and boots, just flipflops and heels, hats, tennis balls, razor blades (Seriously. She ate my entire razor. I don't know how she's alive), toys, socks, backpacks, teddy bears... Just about anything that you leave within her reach becomes her next meal. But whatever. She's still awesome.



SIDE NOTE: NINE MONTHS TILL MOST OF US ARE AT UNIVERSITY/COLLEGE, YO!