| Dont think twice, It's alright. |
[Feb. 16th, 2006|03:02 pm] |
today was my ocad interview, i got there and sat down, and only talked to those who talked to me, didnt look at anyone elses work. i actually met some guy from my st mikes french class, and he brought back so many memories i had totally forgotten about. one of my two friends, angelo, has a hockey scholarship in california, and my other friend, well has his own benze.
but this guy was quite dull i must say, and im afraid i would've likely turned out to be quite similar were it not for all those Topham park nights. all work and no play makes james a dull boy. am i dull? i really hope i never bore anyone. putting a room to sleep without knowing it should be a crime.
amanda,i didnt wow them with all my work, but i dont even care, cause i dont even plan on opening the letter of acceptance or of sorry try again later, because i dont want to go there regardless/ im canadian i change my mind like the temperature lately. wouldnt it be hard having this letter, and not opening it? keeping a secret from myself. i think i did quite well during the interview as well.
then i went down queen street visit max the mutt, i love that stupid place. i just get butterflies in my stomache when im there, and it was only a streetcar away so i got on. i got to visit all the classes, and all the students had smiles on, and were having a great time, and the stuff there is amazing. my interview there is march 2nd, and i have to finish a still life by that time. im working so hard on this thing. ive already sketched out 5 pages worth of compositions and i still cant make uip my mind, because it has to be perfect. every line will be scrupulous, and its going to be perfect. cause once i get it over with im gonna have the weight of the world off my shoulders.
i watched no direction home a while back and bob dylan is at the top of my list. his annunciation of words changes everything. the man loves words. You just kinda wasted my precious time, dont think twice its alright.. and jaclyn, she wants me more than yoooouuu.....and kurt and holly. BOB DYLAN the guys i so fuckign cool. i love the clothes from the 60's. all the stuff that jim morrison wore, bob dylan, robbie kreiger. it didnt look crazy back then but if i wore polyester today id be uncomfortable and out of place.
baseballs cant eat ice cream
this one time i shit on my balls
hey, hey why are you guys doing that?
2 more driving school lessons, jaclyn after you read this please go get your student number, cause i threw mine out, and the lady wont help me without it. |
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| oh, we were walking there and i had tangles in my haaair, |
[Feb. 2nd, 2006|10:13 pm] |
SOOOOOOO Eisley is coming to Toronto, performing at the MOD Club, on Febuary 4th, 2006, and Stacy Dupree herself is going to be there, in the same building as i will be, im so excited, i just cant hide it.
im like a little girl going to a backstreet boys concert.
when she sings "oh we were walking there and i had tangles in my hair" im gonna do something naughty in my pants. i cannot wait. its gonna be the first concert without screaming involved, so i get to sing off key, and ruin the experience for everyone around me.
the hardest part
the strangest thing
the saddest person
one summer fling
i was snowboarding all day wednesday, (goergey boy(i forgot how awesome that kid is, alex, steve mailuex, sean) and it was mens week, and the ladies like "k so because your over 18, its onlly $33 for today, and i was like thats right."
serious
and i was doing really well, hitting lots of stuff, and i got some huge airs, up to about 15 feet, and i wanted to match alex, so i went for this ridiculously huge jump, which i am now scared of even looking at. i was talking to goerge, and he's like how fast do you go, and im just like bomb and hit, so i went, no carving, straight down, and hit the ramp, and because this jump was about a 20 footer, (ask alex, sean or george or steve) i pumped waaaayy to hard off the lip, and started to flip, so i did a half back flip, and landed on my shoulder/neck. i was upside down for soo long, and i just froze, because i was going top speed, upside down and all i could see were my feet strapped into the board with a grey sky above me. i remember thinking, why havent i hit yet, why havent i hit yet, and then! my life flashed before my eyes. cause i thought i was gonna break my neck. it was totally awesome, i got about 4 moments in time, like a photograph my brain took, (and it wasnt kayla saying "im so diiiirty babe" and the MCR show)before I hit the ground, and all i could do was thank God i was alive. i prayed soo much that night. ive written there down on a peice of paper, and will just keep it to myself. cause if i let everyone see it, what kind of man would i be? about the most unintersting one around. im just glad i got that cause now i really know who and what was important.
plus i got so scared, i have so much i havent done. i have to grow a beard. i gotta find the perfect wife, but after this im gonna try to forget about it cause my hands start sweating whenever i do. i really feared for my life for the first time even since patrick wanted to beat me up. JOKE PATRICK haha.
i best have a good crop of peers for this semester. the plan so far is to walk into every class, shake the teachers hand, and say, my name is james callahan and im gonna get 90% in this course. first impressions do wonders for people you will only know for 6 months. ( i need to make up for my appaling math mark). i better have at least one of the following people in any of my classes. steve, josh, kyle, enman, kurt, mike, (richard left)tyler, barbo, jaclyn, nicole, toots, amanda, jenn, shane, WENDY, josh chan, sean, alex. so long as im not lonely. i could make new friends easy, but they always try to steal you away from friends you already have. dirty strangers.
but first impressions for life long friends? do they even exist? i dont remember meeting half of my close close friends. exceept chris, and kurt. but everyone else, i just kinda knew, but never talked to in G.A and got close in gr 10. THATS RIGHT JACLYN.
lol just talked to shane. STFU STFU NO YOU STFU ohhhh. yeah. pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter.
i want at least 10 comments on this one please. i dont care if its jaclyn and terra leaving 5 each. amen |
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| Haven't you people ever heard of shutting the G*dd@mn door? |
[Jan. 28th, 2006|08:57 pm] |
I've seriously got to get my acne under control. im 17 for heavens sake.
I still dont understand how someone could give themself the stage name Young Jeezy. its the most outragous thing ive ever heard in my life. i must sound like some grandfather condemning black music, but come on seriously. the lengths someone will go to to impress or get attention.
Speaking about attention. feel free to poke all the milk, tickling, topless, sloppy jokes you want because ive come to terms with it. she's not even that bad, but she was a good 6'5 and she was totally crushing my body weight. i wasnt in the right state of mind. but if you make a crack at it, I'll try to do you one up.
(jaclyn you say the "M" word and your dead missy!)
and Kayla, i've listened to Panic! at the disco for about 2 days straight now, no other music except for them, and i love it.
http://music.yahoo.com/ar-24210699-videos--Panic-At-The-Disco
There is so little time, and so much to do. lately ive been finding there are not enough hours in the day. ive got so much i want to do, but im stuck day dreaming about ashlee, that it all goes up and its all gone. im getting better picking away at my guitar, but my calices fucking hurt and YEAH. i can play the intro to first day of my life finally, and its all ive been doing all day. fuck chords, and strumming that shits gay its all about the SALSA!.
and Anew just lost it today. (OH MISERABLE ME!)so he's out for a walk, and im staying home to play poker with him. i wont get into details but great heavens all people really need is one good friend. everyone deserves at least one. callahans and self esteem.
i love my new diarrhea gun. its totally awesome. ive gotten into the habit of popping my lips to make a little well popping sound, and i shoot people with my fingers. BUT WHEN I RUN OUT OF BULLETS, i pull out my other hand, and this gun shoots diarrhea! its really fun, iif someone is trying to talk to you about something serious, make a gun, point your fingers at them, and shoot diarrhea at them. (you have to make the noises yourself provided) people im not really crazy, just immature enough to find it funny)
Pleasure, Love, Fame, Riches, and Death. oh which which which one.
and richard gave me a mickey of J.D, and went and bought all the booz. i payed for my own beer provided. there are some people that you just stay in touch with. im gonna invite him to come party with us some time, cause he's a gambling addict, so steve and him will get along, he he likes football. plus his girlfriend is really cool. he even gave me other things i wont mention, and was just like, "whats mine is yours" and i was just blown away cause most people are greedy pigs.
Dorothy Cheer up! everything will be alright. and things will look up soon, i can almost gaurentee. |
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| Vote NDP, and you will get Jack. |
[Jan. 19th, 2006|10:07 pm] |
beep once for yes
beep twice for no
"beep beep"
yes yes...
but on a serious note. i was just saying hi to her, and she couldnt hear me, and he saw, and he's mocking. but its cause she was just done a huge performance peice and she was all adreneline-y and i didnt happen to be in her periphery, so i was ignored. like whats the big deal. he'll never let me hear the end of this now. seerious. note. its kinda hot that shes such a bitch
cottage tommorow, we've all got 26'ers and i plan to polish off mine and most of steve and kyles,(they will give up and it'll be up to me, no one likes to take home a full bottle of booz".
like was said in 7 stories tonight. whats the point of ever going out? because in a little while, you'll just have to turn back, and head home. (unless your native) things outside the door are much better stupid 100 year old lady you surely know nothing at all. plus who doesnt want to fill thier home with lots of cool paintings and music and movies. and south park. ILL KICK YOU IN THE NUUTS!!
i was sitting in class on tuesday, and all of a sudden i got this huge boner out of no where and i was like HOLY CRAP shouldnt i have this under control? so then i read my history textbook, and it left me alone. i hope this comment caught you off gaurd as much as it caught me off. i was vacillating whether to enter this comment, but it was definitly the most interesting so ill TAKE IT OUT.
this was my best day ive had in maybe over a month.(and i didnt even get hard on in class) it wasnt because anyone special did anything exceptional, or anything happened that was special. it wasnt even a friday saturday or sunday, it was just a matter of laughter, smiles, jokes and friends. (isnt that what we all want?) just walking back from the bank, from the lcbo, walking home, between classes, and spare, i pretty much asked myself, "is there anywhere else i'd rather be?" and the answer even though i was at school, was no. (except from like 2- 3 ish in calculus where i could understand the work if i took the time, but its much better spent being racist to justin and sexist to thea. honestly i like it better when they make fun of me better than when i burn them.)
i asked someone yesterday, "is today a good day?", and one of the girls answered "today IS a good day." ohh i love when my brain becomes photographic i wont forget that for the rest of my days. i just hope i meet alot of new people next year.
and to all the others, i hope you liked me.
im terribly dissapointed in the fact the topham boards will never be blessed with ice. its kind of sad. like some delightful 17 year old girl putting on all her make up and sitting at home, or just blending in with the furniture when there are people all around.
furniture blending is one of the worst crimes to commit, because there are so many oppurtunies for things, and friends, and sitting on the couch is just depriving others of yourself! (do you agree with me? ill never get comments unless i ramble about boners or ask questions)
so im gonna ask some questions, and if you smiled or smirked at any words, or even appreciated a comination of a few, you should be so kind and answer these questions.however id rather you not do them at all than attempt them and lie to me.
1. do you think quantity will ever beat quality?
2. do you believe (your name here) and james callahan still be aquainted when and if he 50 years of age and is married to some woman he never even met as of the present?
3. do you believe in that cat that was born with one eye?
4. do you think i'll be accepted into every one of the 5 programs i applied to?
5. when i get my liscence, and im allowed custody of the car for the day, where would we go, that would provide us with the most fun possible?
6. should i carry my history textbook with me everywhere i go in case of emergencies?
if you dont feel comfortable answering just dont, and just please leave a comment. i worked hard on this one.
Dear Amanda: this little section is just for you , my darling, and it is for you, only although they'll be sneaky and will read it. i was in writers craft, having this off topic discussion iwth daniel barry, and Ms .C sent us outside to talk and not disturb her class.(English hallway, and we sat in front of the shakespeare painting) the whole conversation was about philosiphy, and whether or not quantity will ever beat quality. and it so happens that we got way off topic, and daniel brought up a some tangent that we may not even be able to have this conversation right now, right here, because this location, could be such a great distraction, and could hold memories that would limit the things im saying.and i was like actually, yeah. it is. cause i was sitting in the exact position i used to in the morning beside you and deja vu hit me and i almost got dizzy. so he made us move. i just thought it was really cool. i hope you did tooo. |
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[Jan. 16th, 2006|10:36 am] |
FUCK BITCH COCKSUCKER MOTHER FUCKER ASSHOLE SLUT DYKE BASTARD SHITSTICK WHORE SODOMITE KAKA POO PEE.
one more fucking time.
FUCK BITCH COCKSUCKER MOTHER FUCKER ASSHOLE BIG DIRTY WET SLEW BASTARD SHIT WHORE FUCK FUCK FUCK.
im not going to school today |
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| The Tragically hip |
[Jan. 6th, 2006|02:04 pm] |
SHE SAID SHE DIDNT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT HOCKEY, AND I NEVER HEARD ANYONE SAY THAT BEFORE
I HELD YOUR HAND AND WE WALKED HOME THE LONG WAY, YOU LOOSENED MY GRIP ON BOBBY ORR |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2006|06:12 pm] |
so now I'VE RETURNED AND IM GONNA FINISH OFF THE LAST ENTRY.
BUT LIKE SERIOUSLY IVE GOT ALOT OF WORK TO DO AND ITS not good. plus, my fingers hurrrt.
can i add in that i did an AMAZING job on the new years pictures, and its really tradgic, because my best work is behind me, and ill never.
you dont have to go home, but you cant stay here.
well this was a total waste of time cause im all ryhemd out and boogity boogity BOO.
steve is at joshes and they are having fun together... so i must cease all laughter... |
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| do do do do doo DANANANA |
[Jan. 3rd, 2006|01:40 pm] |
do do do do do DANANANA!
AND DISSAPOINTING YOU'S GETTIN ME DOOOOOWN!!
so im off to the uyeda's soon and amy's 2nd year queens fine arts, and she's gonna asses my stuff, try to help me outsee, cause ive only got 2 1/2 months holy crap until my portfolio interview. they say they want self confidence BUT WHAT IF IM SHY! oh dearest. and kayla, may i ask where the hell you've been lately. i saw you on new years for the first time in a long time. and its a little because of the break, but maybe mostly cause you work alot, but ive just noticed your like always gone. i just hope that its somewhere interesting.
somewhere like an arbottorium. where there are trees inside.
and so this whole mary thing. i dont know if its working out working out and maybe hes gonna confront me next time i see him. and oh my dear lord its 2 oclock i gotta leave |
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