This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

This morning I was thinking about selling drugs. Yeah, I was just thinking about it, not actually doing it. Its not something I have never done before, but it is probably something I will never do again.
The first time I ever sold pot, I was in grade 9. I remember it like it was yesterday.
Lunch had just started and I had to use the washroom really badly. The bell rang I left class and ran to the washroom, where I saw a friend of mine with a stressed look on his face.
"whats wrong?" I asked.
"I just got called to the office. Will you hold these for me?" he asks as he hands me 5 dime bags(or 1/8 for you Americans) of some nice hydro. Don't get me wrong here, I was smoking tones of pot at this time, just never thought to sell it.
"see if you can get rid of some for me" he said as he washed his hands.

At first I thought to smoke one of them, and give my friend the 10 bucks. But then I thought.
"hey, I can take a little piece out of each bag, and smoke one for free."
This is when the proverbial hamster wheel in my brain started spinning.
"wow, I have been spending my lunch money every day, when it is just as easy to get free pot? Im an idiot" I thought to myself.



I left the washroom with the bags, and headed directly outside to the smoking area(where all the potheads hung out) I moved the bags to a few of my friends, and thought very highly of myself. After accomplishing this, I then rolled the piece of weed I had pinched out, got really stoned and met my friend back in the washroom at the end of lunch.
"you sold it all?" he asked as I handed him $50.
"yep"
"well do you want your pay?" he asked wanting not to give it to me.
"naw dude, its all good you can keep it" I replied.

Thinking back, I should have taken at least 10 bucks, considering the 1/8th only cost him $30, and I paid him $50.

*I made this whole thing up. I think.*

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Monday, March 28, 2005

Last night, I went to 2 jungle parties. I was trying to distract myself from some personal problems I am having right now. I was running back and forth between 2 clubs last night. "the world of drum and bass tour" was amazing, I say the craziest beat box machine "KILLA KELA". He really blew my mind. I took like 30 mins of video of him on my phone, once I figure out how to upload that shit onto my computer, I will share it with you all.
I after watching Kela perform, I ran outta the club and down the street, to the next club, where I watched Ray Keith, and the infamous Riddlah. I am using music to distract me from the problems in my life, and it is working not so well.

that's all I have in me today.

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Saturday, March 26, 2005

this is my site, i can choose to post words and pictures of whatever i want, if you dont like it, dont look.


IT IS REALLY THAT SIMPLE. ITS A BLOG? YEAH A BLOG! NOTHING TO BE TAKEN TOO SERIOUSLY>

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So because of the disgusting mess that my left eye is, I am forced to
'Cory Heart' it up to the next level, with my bono/bug eye shades at
night. You wont catch me with out them on, until this abnormality on
my eye goes back to where it came from.

Coat check tickets should always be kept with the sober person.

Tonight I am off to mod club. If any of you college drop out groupies
wanna go, THEN GO.

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Friday, March 25, 2005

This morning I realized that one of my countless ideas has been stolen by Siemens(the cell phone company). My idea came to me when I was hanging out with my friend Greg. He always gets really drunk and calls girls(the infamous 'drunk dial'). After witnessing my friend embarrass himself time and time again(Though he did get laid quite often from the 'drunk dial') I thought to myself: "Self, you should invent a cell phone that has a breath-a-lizer in it. Then Greg would not be able to make calls to girls while drunk. Saving him the embarrassment the next time he sees that/the girl(s) on campus."



All my dreams came crashing down, as I was reading my new edition of "Mens Health". Where it stated, that Siemens was in production of a cellular phone that will pick up on gases in the air, preventing people from making drunk dials. From now on I am going to get all my ideas patented. Fucking Siemens. SEMEN. fuck.

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Thursday, March 24, 2005

"come and hear angel trumpets, and devil trombones.....you are invited"

Ive been sitting here in my boxers, banging my head off my monitor trying to jump start my brain into remember what i had to write about today. My right leg is slowly getting "pins and needles" and i am far to lazy to move it, so the blood flow can start again. Sometimes i feel that i write better at night then i do during the day. There was a point on this blog when i would only post after midnight. My brain just seems to work better then, more articulate, and less inhabition. I have finally lost what i had come to believe was writers block. For the past few weeks i have been posting few and far between. Its not that i had nothing to say, rather i just didnt know how to say it. I wonder how many people out there reading this think i am retarded.



Yesterday, i showed my friend Chris' girlfriend my blog, and she said it was funny, ok i am exagerating, she called it entertaining. I have become really selfconcious about this site. I am starting to realize that a lot more people then i thought read it. I think that is the subconcious reason why i have not been writing as much lately. I was getting very parinoid as to who was reading this site, when i found a link to myself on Beth's site who was a girl i went to highschool with. Small strange world. None the less, go and visit her site cause she is seriously way more funny then me.
I try to be as entertaining as possible on this site, for you. My peers, my readers, my friends.



This site was started for my by one of my ex-girlfriends who i owe huge for doing so. For the past year, this site has been an outlet for all my innermost feelings and a place to display the dumbass un artistic pictures i take. Thanks.
Ps. i borrowed some bandwidth.

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Wednesday, March 23, 2005

I have a god-damn sty in my mother fucking eye. This thing is really starting too piss me off. I really don't like it. It is making me want to remove the affected eye lid with a potato peeler. It itches and burns like a bad case of herpes(so I have heard). I just did some research on these supposed things called sties. It basically told me not to pick my nose and touch my eye. Here is the thing though, usually after I pick my nose I stick that finger directly in my mouth, not my eye as they would have you believe.



Now I am to put a warm towel on my eye. Fuck! This post has become more embarrassing then I first imagined it would be.
Ok. Warm, wet, towel. Check.
gross infected eye lump. Check.
it seems to me that I am well on the road to recovery.
thanks for your support.

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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Sometimes I think know that I am being followed. Some people might find that disturbing, but I find it flattering. Its like a gay guy hitting on a hetero guy. The hetero guy doesn't want any part of it, but I deep down I bet he is very flattered. As I am for being followed. I find it funny that someone could find my life so entertainingly interesting to follow me around and record my every move.



That is my friend Kell on the left. She is holding it down on the other side of the pond. Going to every Hardcore party on the map, and dressing, well you can see how well she is dressed. Supposedly I might be seeing Kell soon. It has been few long years since our paths gracefully crossed. She needs a vacation from her country, and I say Canada is the best place for that. We have everything that you could need here, fresh water, trees, weed, very lax police, parties, and um... Unicorns.



I LOVE DRUM&BASS. I don't really like going to raves Jungle(jungle being another name for drum and bass) parties in the winter, I don't know what it is. I think it has to do with getting all sweaty in a club, then leaving into freezing cold temperatures so your clothing freezes to your body.



But once that first day of spring hits, I can almost feel the vibes pumping through my veins, like the warm sensation of a chemical love buzz until I cant take it anymore and I dance until the sun rises. There is just something about the music, the people, and the atmosphere that turns me into a different person. I don't really know how to explain it.



I am sitting here right now, pumping out tunes so that my neighbor's can hear. I just woke my Lil bro up, he is a fan of this music too, his name is Joe, I don't think I have really mentioned him on this site before. And while we are at it, I have another lil bro named Jonathan, and a lil sister named Anna-Laura.

that's it for today.

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Monday, March 21, 2005

Fall is here, hear the yell
back to school, ring the bell
brand new shoes, walking blues
climb the fence, books and pens
I can tell that we're going to be friends



Walk with me, Suzy Lee
through the park and by the tree
we will rest upon the ground
and look at all the bugs we found
then safely walk to school
without a sound



Well here we are, no one else
we walked to school all by ourselves
there's dirt on our uniforms
from chasing all the ants and worms
we clean up and now its time to learn



Numbers, letters, learn to spell
nouns, and books, and show and tell
at playtime we will throw the ball
back to class, through the hall
teacher marks our height
against the wall



And we don't notice any time pass
we don't notice anything
we sit side by side in every class
teacher thinks that I sound funny
but she likes the way you sing



Tonight I'll dream while in my bed
when silly thoughts go through my head
about the bugs and alphabet
and when I wake tomorrow I'll bet
that you and I will walk together again
cause I can tell that we're going to be friends

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Friday, March 18, 2005

So i have a problem with synthetic herion, whats it too ya? Yesterday was st patrick's day. When i was forced to be confirmed in grade school, st patrick was the name i choose. I dont really know why i chose that Saint, i think i thought it would be easy or something. They made us do some stupid project on our saint and what he did.
being the smartass i am, i asked the teacher and the priest "how can you grade us on religion?" then continued to ask them "how they thought God felt on this matter" Both my Grade eight teacher and the priest were not impressed. They both knew i had a very valid point, but did not want to even dignify it with a response. They knew that i was too smart for my own good, and didnt want the other students in my class asking such questions. So to make a long story short my full name is Angelo Giovanni Patrick S*******.



Apperently i havent updated this site in a while. I have a few reasons. I dont really have a computer, or access to a computer, and it seems when i do have acces blogger does not want to work. I write and write and write, and then it wont publish, so then i 'select all' then 'copy and paste' it into a 'word pad document' in a hidden folder on someones computer, never to been seen again. Its kinda like a time capsule in your computer. Interesting eh. dont you want me to come over and use your computer to no end?



I have all these pictures on my new fangled fone, but i dont really know how to transfer them onto a computer, then on to the web for all of you to enjoy. I have also been making endless videos of my friends singing, dancing, and getting naked. If anyone knows how to use the Sony Ericsson P910i. please email and let me know how to do these things i request. Thanks.

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Thursday, March 17, 2005

originally written on sunday.



so last time I tried to log into blogger it didn't work, so I got frustrated, and went on an adventure that took me to the end of the earth and back. Well not really that far, more like down the street to my friends house where I spent the majority of this weekend. I didn't have internet for a few days, and I felt really really strange. Not being able to check my email really started to mess with me. I really needed a computer.. I think I have an addiction.



This weekend started on Thursday. As most weekends do, when you run with my group of friends. They party straight till Sunday. Drugs and alcohol are like food and water once the sun sets on Thursday night. All weekends are filled with funny conversations, late night movies, and public drunkenness. Masta just got here, and is dragging me out. Apparently the weekend isn't over.

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Wednesday, March 09, 2005

"with the joy of responsibility comes the burden of obligation"


Today I got my new piano tuned. The guy who does it is this really old blind dude, who kinda freaks me out with his googlie eyes. But now I am excited to play my piano.

sometimes I think I am too stupid for my own good. I really have nothing to write about. But I will let you all know., I have something really big in the works. Its going to be fully interactive. And its going to be a new craze. I promise.

also, i want to be Dog Bounty Hunter.

strange update 1:21 pm

ive been watching the tv, some farmers in the toronto area are all driving there tractors on the highway in protest. They are driving to queens park in to deliver their demands
holy shit
he just lit his self on fire
monk styles.

damn

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Monday, March 07, 2005

I watched 'I Heart Huckabees' last night. Wow. It was a seriously fucked up movie. I really liked the guy who looked like an ugly tom cruise. I could totally relate with his character. It was almost scary. All my friends really hated the movie and thought it was the strangest thing they have ever seen. My friends have also called me the strangest thing they have ever seen. I wonder if they hate me too.

I guess this blog really doesn't show it well, but I am quirky, strange, and not really normal. I am always polite and proper. But my mind is always racing. When I am having a convo with someone, I feel like I am 10 mins ahead of them when I am talking.



Its not like I am talking faster then them. I just treat conversations like chess games. I think 10 moves ahead. When I am talking to you, I have already lived out the whole conversation, from start to finish. Thought of every option, every possible direction the conversation can take, easy 'outs' I can use to change the subject, and if I am sick of talking to you, I have about 100001 excuses prepared to cut our convo short.



Sometimes I think so much about one simple little thing, like the way a leaf falls in the wind. Ill think and think, why does it turn, spin and dance with the wind, while that other leaf falls quickly to the ground. I wonder if the fast falling leaf is jealous of the dancing leaf. Then my mind stems off into 10000 other thoughts that have to do with wind direction, the mass of said leaf, and when the next time the circus is coming to town.

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Thursday, March 03, 2005

So some of you might have noticed my absence from the blog world. Im not going to be that person who apologizes for not posting on a regular basis. There are a few reasons why I haven't been updating on a daily basis anymore:

1) I have been very busy
2) I no longer own my own computer. Let alone 2 computers.
3) I have been traveling and living out of hotels for the past few weeks.



This past weekend was a great weekend. It all started last Wednesday night, I got wasted. Yes, the streak was broken. I had a quite a few beers at my friends kegger. Ashley(pic above) accompanied me there, and peer pressured me into drinking. I went back to my hotel that night and died. When I was checking out the next day, I was a total mess. I have never been that hung over. Just for the record. I will never ever drink again. I guess I just needed that one last blow out to remind me how much I dislike drinking.



Thursday came thundering in, and with it a trip. My friends and I packed up all our shit, and headed to the hotel suite we had booked in collingwood at the Intrawest Village. I drove up with Masta, and Tyler(Skyler). We laughed the whole way up, talking about photography, and listened Tyler's "put-your-baby-in-the-oven" music.
We arrived, and of course because I own a shitty Fido phone, I had no reception, and could not get a hold of Steve, who was checking into the room. Masta made the executive decision and we headed to a bar to wait for the rest of our party to arrive.
We waited and waited and waited. Finally Steve showed up and showed us to our room. Everyone headed to the bar, but I stuck around the hotel, talking to random girls, and meeting people that know me, but I didn't know them.



Friday arrived just as fast as Thursday left. My friends all went out snowboarding as the sun rose. Since I had just had knee surgery one week prior, I opted against going skiing. And to be honest, even if I didn't have a bum knee, you would never catch me in a pair of ski's. I woke up around 10 am, and headed straight for the hot tub. It was great, I really find nothing more relaxing then sitting in a hot tub. Steve and Masta got off the hill early and went to the bar, where I joined them, and watched the shit show begin. We went to the Irish pub. Since my friend Steve is Irish.



The bar tenders loved him and got him and masta fairly drunk. I just sat and cringed as they drank, it reminded me of my stupidness on Wednesday night. Steve got really fucked since it was his bday weekend. (See Above Photo)
Friday night was insane, Carolyn and Wally arrived and things started to get silly.
Drinking was done is great proportion. And we started to play "the rating card game" which conceits of a bunch of cards with numbers on them. It was a big hit with the American girls.





Saturday, everyone was dead. No one wanted to ski, or get out of bed for that matter. Stove's bade was at midnight, and it was quickly approaching. We all went to JOZO'S which is a bar at the hotel up the street. Steve could barely keep his pants on. And all the steroid heads at the bar were astonished to see that he is hung like a mythological beast. After the bar we headed back to our hotel room to party some more. We ran into a girl in the ditch, and asked her what she was doing. She told us she was getting ready for bed. So we plucked her out of the snow and invited her to come and chill in our room and yell out the window at people leaving the bars in the village. She agreed and came to party for a bit. Steve, Masta, and some others headed to an after party. It was around 3 am and I was ready for bed. I tucked myself in and started sleeping. I was woken up about 2 hours later by a quite drunk and slightly sketchy Steve. "yo, man wake up and get to this party, its kicking"
I wake up and get dressed and head to the party. It was pretty sweet. The bartenders from the Irish Pub showed up around 6 am, and the just made my night. A long with the waitress that couldn't get laid if she was an egg.
all and all the weekend was insane. We partied till we had to check out, then drove home. I had east side marios for lunch, and I liked it. Here is a hint. Fill up on the salad/soup, and bread. Then take home your main course for later. Im a genius, I know.

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Wednesday, March 02, 2005

its about time that i got some of my film developed. Here are some of my fave pics that i have taken recently. I am going to get a photo blog soon, so the pictures dont have to be all small and crappy.

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A friend tells me about her stealing habits.


sisters who steal says:
but if i'm in a house i snoop around...not in drawers or anything but for little visible trinkets

sisters who steal says:
and then yoink...i can't resist

bo says:
u might have a problem

bo says:
tell me about some stuff you have taken from houses

sisters who steal says:
what do you mean

bo says:
like the trinkets you have collected

sisters who steal says:
tell you the story?

sisters who steal says:
makeup lately

sisters who steal says:
but other little things

sisters who steal says:
glass dolls

sisters who steal says:
wierd knives (like swiss arny)

sisters who steal says:
any gadget i see i take

bo says:
gadget? like tv remotes?

sisters who steal says:
but i only tkae one thing

sisters who steal says:
haha

sisters who steal says:
no

bo says:
i think you should start taking some tv remotes

sisters who steal says:
something like a swiss army knife

sisters who steal says:
things that fold

sisters who steal says:
ha

sisters who steal says:
riiight

sisters who steal says:
but that would be hilarious if i had a drawer full of stolen remotes

bo says:
i think it would be just funny cause the people lwould go mental looking for it

sisters who steal says:
seriously

sisters who steal says:
it would only be gratifying if you took them from your friends

sisters who steal says:
and then returned them later, once they had gotten used to changing the channel manually

bo says:
That is very sinisterly evil

sisters who steal says:
speaking of that. i once convinced a group of rugby players from the states that we dont' have remotes in canada in order to promote fitness. and that we had to smuggle them from the states

sisters who steal says:
they even called future shop

bo says:
just for the record, any previous invitations i have extended to you, to enter my home have now been revoked.

sisters who steal says:
dunb yankees

sisters who steal says:
lol

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