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Now I'm watching, watching you die...
Okay, after a brief nap, I have recollected my thoughts some. Except when it comes to the fact that when I woke up my hand was covered in blood for some reason...
Anyways, first topic; Role Models. Everyone has them, whether they know it or not. For the longest time, when someone would ask me who my role model, I would give the terse reply that I don't identify with any one particular person, and that I instead choose to take the best parts from many people, and try to emulate those parts, rather than the whole. Apparently, that wasn't a satisfactory enough answer for my dad. I tell him that I'd rather be my own person, and not someone else. Still wasn't happy.
After much though on the subject, I managed to come up with an answer that will hopefully satisfy any inquisitive minds into the subject.
I chose Achilles. Big surprise. *rolls eyes*
Next subject. Duct tape. The handiest tool around, with over a million uses. Use #513,305: Keeping little Grade 9's stuck against the wall, where they ought to be. Next Wednesday. Be there to cheer me and Julie et al onwards to sticky victory, if you happen to go to our school that is.
I'll also elaborate on the other stuff. I'm looking to go to Ottawa for a week for a leadership thingy. Should be fun. Details to follow, depending. And yes, I did drop Senior Concert Band as well as Jazz band. Why? Because I felt like it. You're not going to get a better answer out of me, so stop trying already.
Talking to media tomorrow means telling them how I felt over Gwynne Dyer's speech to our school. The teachers chose me and a select other few for several reasons. One being that as Editor-in-Chief of a newspaper, I should get to interact with the media. Also, because I'm an intellectual senior student that will be one of the few to pay attention to what he has to say, and doesn't see it as an excuse to get out of class.
Possible lunchtime job at a school that I've never been to before, but $50 a week to waste my lunch periods sounds like a good tradeoff to me. Again, details as things progress.
As far as my moods are going, well, I'm a little emotional lately. No surprises to be had there, I suppose. Again, I'm listening to depressing music which I love so dearly... it's like a good friend that knows exactly what you're feeling, and what to say. At the moment, it's Fade to Black, by Metallica that is dominating my speakers currently. It's not that I'm suicidal, as the song would imply, (well, no more than usual) but rather I just enjoy the bobbing along to the familiar melancholy melodies, and especially when the song picks up midway into it, so does my spirits similarly pick up, mimicking the song and so on and so forth...
Janis is coming down for the weekend! Woot! Now back to your regularly scheduled me...
Grape Grog. Yum.
I still need to figure out how I'm getting home from NSA though... otherwise I'll have to quit it...
Seems I'm quitting a lot of things already lately. Wonder if there's a reason, or if that I just need that change... It goes hand in hand with my taking on new responsibilities and stuff...
Meh.
Anywho, I should probably get onto my homework that was due today. Seems I'm already getting back into my old bad habits...
Meh.
Pictures.
Me modelling a shirt for a friend. The white shirt was 5 sizes too small...
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And, could I possibly look any more gay in this next photo?
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yes you could look more gay. much more. in fact, if you were to consider that gay, it would only be the tip of the iceberg. I would know.
any idea where the bleeding could be from? sleep-walk-killing?
duct tape is like the force. it has a light side, a dark side, and could hold the universe together or tear it apart.
Actually, Jesse, yes, you could look more gay than you do in that photo. You could be posing naked in a sea of rose petals, for example. That is relatively tame.
Okay, fine, I will shut up now due to popular demand.
P.S. There is a shirtless picture of me somewhere and I still want it, being the narcissist that I am.
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