<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796</id><updated>2010-01-14T02:23:33.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meiwaku's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>The life of an annoying cynical bitch....</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/blog.html'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='atom.xml'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-115198610279904514</id><published>2006-07-04T01:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:08:22.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>I should really update this thing, but then again I don't know anyone who even reads it, I don't even think my friends read this, but that is the great thing about it, I can write what I want and nobody will ever know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-115198610279904514?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/115198610279904514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=115198610279904514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/115198610279904514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/115198610279904514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2006/07/update' title='update'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-112313374885277764</id><published>2005-08-04T02:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T02:35:48.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I kill ALLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; The Who - Baba O'Riley  (The song everyone seems to think is called Teenage Wasteland, it's NOT DON'T CALL IT THAT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/B&gt; FUCKEN TIRED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah a few weeks ago I was with Sam in Canadian Tire and we were just minding our own business drooling at the butcher knives and the cleavers and talking about who we could chop up if we had one. When suddenly this guy who had been walking back and forth past the isle we were in finally walked up to us and went "Are you girls 18?" At first I thought he was someone who worked there and you had to be 18 to be able to look at the knives, but I quickly dismissed that thought because "God dammit, you can be any age to buy a knife and go killing people!" Sam and I both said yes and then he rephrased his question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like one of these cool light up pens?" He started pressing it and lighting it up and then I thought he was some weird child molester who got little girls to follow him to his trunk with promises of light up pens. O__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, he was just a solicitor who wanted us to fill out forms so we could get info on the Canadian Tire Mastercard. Sam and I thought, "what the hell lets do it". I was also really wanting one of those light up pens. So we filled out the forms, la de da. We took our light up pens and ran away into the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks later I got a fully intact Mastercard in the mail. I was like "Some goddamn info package!" My mom was horrified at how easily they just throw credit cards at people. It's so true, now a days any moron can have a child and acquire a credit card. What is the world coming to?! So with my mom's blessings I activated it, because like come on, who only wants one measly credit card when you can have TWO! Especially Big sister Visa and little brother Mastercard. So now I am greedy and have both, I feel ultra extra special, and slightly more poor, cept not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I noticed today is that they are illiterate. They spelled my friggin name wrong on my card, it says "LINDAY" instead of "LINDSAY" Someone will die! So yeah they think my name is Linday, what the hell kind of name is that?! Now I have to call them up, bitch them out and get them to change the name on my credit card. Blah blah blah. Good thing I have a Visa and I know Visa loves me and knows my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-112313374885277764?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/112313374885277764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=112313374885277764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/112313374885277764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/112313374885277764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2005/08/i-kill-alll' title='I kill ALLL'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-111083342602568648</id><published>2005-03-14T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T04:53:56.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people waste their time?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder about people, I really do. What drives people to be total fuck tards with too much time on their hands? Those are questions I really wish could be answered but alas who understands the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One major thing people do that I just don't understand is deliberately taking the time to look up something they don't like just so they can go and bitch about it. What self respecting person actually does something that lame? ALOT. :|&lt;br /&gt;I frequent on the website www.imdb.com and I look up movies and often view the forums connected to the specific movies. There really is no point in even reading any of the posts made because moronic retards just spam it up. People try and have decent conversations and then someone comes in and acts like a tool. I guess the word for that type of person is troll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It especially happens alot on the website www.songmeanings.net. I go there to look up meanings of songs I like and what do I find? Some genius who has written all in caps. &lt;I&gt;"R U REALLY THAT FUCKING RETARDED? SHE IS SO POSER UR RETARDS!!"&lt;/I&gt; First off if you're going to even attempt to dis any band or anything for that matter learn to use your keyboard so you at least sound half intelligent. Using all capitals makes you look like a blind retard. If you don't know how to make capital letters with out pressing caps lock, then you have a whole different problem all together. It's called go back to kindergarten and educate yourself in the magical world of "The shift key". Second of all while you're back in kindergarten also learn how to type words out properly. Some how I don't think "UR", "U" and "R" are words.&lt;br /&gt;And to comment on the comment, the only retarded person around here is the person who wrote that. Either they are five years old or illiterate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get this straight, people who absolutely despise a certain band/person/movie will take the time to type it into a search engine and look it up just so they can make fun of it and look stupid in the process? Why would someone who hates lets say "Anime" search for it, sign up on a forum just so they can dis it? Why bother? It just makes you even more of a loser than the people you think you're making fun of. I admit, I dislike Britney Spears, but do I waste my time looking up Britney Spears fan sites and her lyrics? God no, and if I ever cared to voice my hate for her I wouldn't go to a dumb fan site to do it, I would go to a hate site where everyone agrees with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, if you don't like "something" so much why the hell do you subject yourself to it? Like movies for instance, I read stuff people have written about some movies saying "Worst movie i have ever seen.", "It was so painful to watch that movie, I wanted to stab my eyes out!!", and "OMG, I hated that movie so much, it was god awful worst movie made ever, beginning to finish!"&lt;br /&gt;Well I have a simple solution for people who bitch and complain about movies like that, it's called "legs" learn to fucken use them. Don't like the movie you're watching? Is it the "Worst movie you've ever seen?", well then, take your legs stand them up and start moving your feet toward the nearest exit. Yes, I know it's a hard concept for some people to understand, but you can in fact leave the theatre while a movie is playing and never come back. Nobody is forcing you to watch this movie, and if someone is, well hell, if it's making you suicidal I am sure they will understand. For I doubt anyone tied you to a chair and held your eyes open for the "Worst movie ever made".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-111083342602568648?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/111083342602568648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=111083342602568648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/111083342602568648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/111083342602568648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2005/03/why-do-people-waste-their-time' title='Why do people waste their time?'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-109938290456900370</id><published>2004-11-02T04:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T04:08:24.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Molested... dirty, ashamed...</title><content type='html'>OOOOOKKKKK, I will talk about the show later on since THIS is all I can think about at the moment. I went to see Matthew Good live at a local club tonight. The show was awesome, cept for about 20 minutes I was totally distracted by some psycho freak. She was behind my friend Kerri and I flailing around like a psycho screaming like an animal. I started to feel hands on my ass and looked back and saw animal girl feeling me and pretty much giving my brother a lap dance standing up, not to mention she was all over him in a nasty nasty way. In other words she was fucked out of her mind on XTC. She was touching everyone around her and throwing her hair all over the place making a huge scene and annoying people. Well more like making them laugh. She kept screaming stuff like "You fucken hunk of man you" at Matthew Good. And then she screamed like some weird animal being killed right in my friend Kerri's ear. At this point a bouncer like offered Kerri his ear plug. Then she was like "That was funny wasn't it, and my brother and 2 other guys we were with were like "uhhh yeah" then she was like "should i do it again?" and they were like "No, don't". So what did she do she did it again. Great ape child go swing from trees. I kept whispering to Kerri that we should elbow her. She then started hugging Kerri and going "Your too good for this world". I was laughing my ass off so bad. Then her hand started to reach out toward the front and she was rubbing her hands on one of the bouncers, we all just burst into laughter. He looked totally disturbed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I felt her hands almost go down my pants, her weird animal noises, looking back to see her molesting my brother who had this huge grin on his face. She kept trying to molest the bouncer more. I was finally like to one of the bouncers (after several more animal screeches and ass grabbings, and giving my friend Kerri a back rub) I finally said, "get rid of that creature!". He told me they were working on it. I told my friend Kerri to just bitch slap her and the bouncer she had been molesting said "Yes, please, I won't kick you out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally in her stupid skull realized the plot to get her kicked out so she ran off screeching like a wild animal, and we finally were able to get back to the show. ONly then did we see her during the last song hanging off a banister screeching like an ape and everyone was just pointing and laughing and shaking their heads. I am sure she will be the talk of the town, and when she sobers up she is probably going to commit suicide. All I can say for that is, please do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-109938290456900370?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/109938290456900370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=109938290456900370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/109938290456900370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/109938290456900370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/11/molested-dirty-ashamed' title='Molested... dirty, ashamed...'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-109896909936252928</id><published>2004-10-28T10:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T10:11:39.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'>There once was a time I studied....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Current Music:&lt;/b&gt; Pink Floyd - Hey You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so a week ago, not last week but the week before. I had this midterm, but then again I also had work (At the theatre... remember) and a 10 page essay to write. Plus I had a creative writing assignment that was a week over due, so I was pretty much calm with muscle spasms because my boy was realizing that I should not be calm. I managed to do some reading for my Political Philosophy midterm, but it was few and far between everything else. In other words i studied for about 5 minutes gave up fell asleep and always weighted my second option of suicide if this whole university thing didn't work out. Hey it's a good plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways after sleeping through class for a week and a half I finally made it to class this morning, where I finally received the bad news... My midterm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ok I will skip the fancy details but despite the fact I didn't study, I am stupid, I never make it to class more than once a week. Yes despite all that I found myself staring at a 74%... I am more scared than happy... How did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Twilight Zone Music playing in the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time to sleep and rip the movie I rented cause I am never gonna watch it before I have to take it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-109896909936252928?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/109896909936252928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=109896909936252928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/109896909936252928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/109896909936252928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/10/there-once-was-time-i-studied' title='There once was a time I studied....'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-109893867649610307</id><published>2004-10-28T00:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T01:44:36.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh* Lets have another go eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently Listening to:&lt;/b&gt; Midnight Oil - My Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I already friggin wrote a long nice huge ass entry, but it fucked up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was saying, I have not written in this piece of crap in a while, but I assume if I write maybe people will read it so here goes. is hall start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still work at the movie theatre, it's almost been 5 months which is the longest I have ever had a job in my life. It's the best job I have ever had though. I've done some pretty shitty jobs in my time like cleaning up condom/jizz infested beds when I was working as a maid in a hotel. I was only 16 so I was pretty much freaking out. I was such a prude and goodie two shoes back then. Anyways yeah, I have seen co-workers come and go while working at the theatre and i shed a tear for each... NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday was a glorious day. I was finally diagnosed with ADHD. WOHOO, I now finally know that I actually have a mental disability and I am not stupid lazy and moronic! Go team! I get a free computer, how sweet is that.&lt;br /&gt;So meh, it is late, I should go to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-109893867649610307?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/109893867649610307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=109893867649610307' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/109893867649610307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/109893867649610307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/10/sigh-lets-have-another-go-eh' title='*Sigh* Lets have another go eh'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-109080976595129915</id><published>2004-07-25T23:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T23:42:45.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'>die die die</title><content type='html'>So today I worked, it wasn't too busy, but it was steady so I was busy. The big boss man wasn't  there today so everyone was being silly and abusing the radio headsets. I feel like going "page 33 number 10, read it!" Cause that is the part in the employee handbook that says not to abuse the radio's, but even the manager does, so yeah... :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on box all by myself. No Box office buddies... I was lonely. Well Sam was my box office Buddy yesterday and I tried to steal all the cleaning, so I had something to do, but she wiped my table!! &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah I have been working for the past 2 days, so not much to write. I have a rain shift tomorrow I hope I have to go in, I need the hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sunburn still hurts... kinda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to the drive in on Tuesday with Cory, we are going to see A Cinderella Story and Catwoman. Hurray. Anyways yeah.. time to get high.. on pain killers... my back hurts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-109080976595129915?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/109080976595129915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=109080976595129915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/109080976595129915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/109080976595129915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/07/die-die-die' title='die die die'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-10901269886970384</id><published>2004-07-18T01:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T02:03:08.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DIE FUCKEN FLIES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Current Music: &lt;/B&gt; Red Hot Chillie Peppers - Californication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/b&gt; Tired, kinda depressed... kinda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No that is not German I want all the flies in my room to fucken die...... ARGHH if I wasn't against killing animals and all creatures I would swat them all to death... but no...I believe everything has a right to live... even evil flies that won't stop buzzing in your ear and on your face when your trying to sleep. My room is huge go buzz in the fucken corner assholes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways yeah I had to wake up at 7:00 to get ready for my 9:00 staff meeting which was 3 freaken hours.. thank god I got paid... Our Boss lectured us for an hour in one of the movie theatres so at least we got comfortable chairs to sit on... He actually complimented me on working Box the other night... I was embarrassed... I was glad when he embarrassed the other Lindsey more by telling her she was doing the best job out of everyone or something like that. But she really is a hard worker, she deserved the recognition. Anyways then he went on to tell everyone what a bad job they were doing in concessions, and so forth. Then we practiced fire alarm scenario's. For one of them I was suppose to be someone in the bathroom... yeah I was in there alone and the toilet monster was gonna eat me, and the alarm was so friggin loud I went deaf and then they forgot to come in and save me, so yeah. I was forgotten in the bathroom. Then he lectured us for almost an other hour and then it was over. I came back in at 6:00 to work, but it was so dead I got sent home by 8:00. I decided to stick around and see a movie. I saw 'White Chicks' with my sister Katie. It's actually a pretty funny movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I am tired, bored and yeah... I was talking to some people on MSN but they all went bye bye. Yeah I talk to much... I think I scared them all off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-10901269886970384?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/10901269886970384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=10901269886970384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/10901269886970384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/10901269886970384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/07/die-fucken-flies' title='DIE FUCKEN FLIES!!'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-109003434182557149</id><published>2004-07-17T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T00:22:44.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tired... kill me now</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Current Music:&lt;/B&gt; Fuel - Hemorrhage (In My Hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/b&gt; Tired with a hint of annoyance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked today, it was ok. I have this huge list of hate I have about customers. But I am too lazy to retype it. I already ranted about it with another Co-worker of mine on MSN for like an hour. That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I have a staff meeting at 9:00 tomorrow for like 3 hours... why the hell is it gonna be 3 hours? Ughh I better get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lent one of my co-workers, Sam, some Manga and a DVD. I hope she likes them. I will force everyone to like Akira MUWAHAHA..... :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I should go to bed now before I end up sleeping through the staff meeting.... -_-;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-109003434182557149?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/109003434182557149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=109003434182557149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/109003434182557149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/109003434182557149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/07/tired-kill-me-now' title='tired... kill me now'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-108991528576983239</id><published>2004-07-15T14:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T15:14:45.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back... but who the hell cares nobody reads this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Current Music:&lt;/b&gt; Evanescence - Everybody's Fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/B&gt; Tired.. really tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I took a short break from the net kinda. Well I came on to check my email and have the odd convo with someone, but other than that I stayed away from messageboards and my DJ and LJ and this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been that happy lately, kind of down, maybe even depressed. I always get kind of depressed in the summer because I never see any of my friends. And when I try and make plans with my highschool friends who I haven't seen in a long time they cancel or pretend they are too busy to do something. So I am pretty much on my own.&lt;br /&gt;That is why I like work, I like all my co-workers and I actually get to socialize to a point. Even if I am still a bit shy around most of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manager told me last night I was too serious.... HAHAHAHA if he only knew... oh man... I'd scare him into early retirement if he ever saw my real side. I'm the type of person who just for no reason will get up and run around acting like a retarded person flailing my arms and legs everywhere and running into walls. Or I will start laughing for no reason, and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example once my friend Josh got on my shoulders and I ran around my dorm room chasing my friend Patricia and we had her up against the wall and I turned around and kept bashing Josh into her and I started screaming "Kill her baby!! Kill the baby!" that is kind of an inside story.. she's not really pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm glad I can actually be serious I was getting kind of scared that I was never gonna be able to act serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my Manager called and told me I was working today. I was so half asleep I went back to sleep thinking it was a dream. When I finally woke up I asked my mom about it and she told me "yes I in fact had to go to work tonight, it was not a dream"&lt;br /&gt;Thank god.... I would be scared if I actually dreamed about my boss calling me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-108991528576983239?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/108991528576983239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=108991528576983239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108991528576983239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108991528576983239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/07/i-am-back-but-who-hell-cares-nobody' title='I am back... but who the hell cares nobody reads this...'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-108891062112766820</id><published>2004-07-03T23:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T00:10:21.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost died last night.. ohhh</title><content type='html'>Ughh I am tired... I have been working straight since Wednesday. And I work tomorrow, but then I get 3 glorious day off... sweet sweet days... ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I almost died.. well not really but I could have died. My mom, baby sister and I were driving home from picking me up from work. And the car started to make this weird noise, but we ignored it. Then as we were kinda close to our hours, about 2 kilometers away maybe a bit more the noise started to get really loud. So my mom slowed a bit and then all of a sudden this light went on, and the breaks went along with the steering so we were kind of out of control. I kept telling my mom to push down the emergency break but she kept pulling the release and saying the break was broken too (I only realized what she was doing after) anyways the car eventually stopped in front of someone's house and the front started to smoke really bad.  It was like almost midnight at this point....&lt;br /&gt;Nobody stopped to help us and the house was about a 20 minute walk away so I grabbed my crying sister and carried her and we started to walk in the pitch black (we live kinda in the country so yeah it was dark) After about walking for 10 minutes this couple in a van who had seen our car on the side of the road drove up to us and asked us if we needed a ride. Thankfully they drove us home. I pretty much fell on my face and went to bed cause I had to be up for 11:00. My mom called somewhere and got the car towed to our house. And then it was towed to a garage this morning. We got a free car to drive from the garage till wednesday, but we all have a feeling the cost to fix the car will be more than the car is worth. So my mom is already looking for a new car/van to get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT my mom drove MY car into the ground... :( that was suppose to be my car... THANK fucken god it wasn't... imagine if i had been driving it when it conked out I would have driven into a tree... :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked, I did concessions in the afternoon and got trained on Box in the evening... box is hard and stressful.... but it's alot better than concessions... no cleaning things... but so much to remember. Thank god I am back in concessions tomorrow... where I feel familiar.. :|&lt;br /&gt;Being in box your so isolated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work a bunch of my co-workers got yelled at... or I think cause a whole bunch of them were called into the managers office and I could kinda hear from box office and he didn't sound that happy. I duno what was going on though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-108891062112766820?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/108891062112766820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=108891062112766820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108891062112766820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108891062112766820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/07/i-almost-died-last-night-ohhh' title='I almost died last night.. ohhh'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-108813551717551593</id><published>2004-06-25T00:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T00:51:57.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>How did it come to this........</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Zombies - She's Not There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt; Very High O__O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago I bought a new DVD player because my old one broke or something happened to it. But this DVD player kicks some serious ass, it plays all my burned DVDs, so yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today was tired but I still dragged myself out of bed. I had a shower and got dressed and went to Charlottetown with my mom to return a movie I rented at the only good indie flick rental place in my whole provence. Their indie flick section is so huge now I almost pissed myself. I am going to have fun copying those DVDs and then having them for my own! O____O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways yeah, we decided to eat at a restaurant for lunch so we tried the new Taiwanese restaurant that just opened. The people who own it speak Mandarin so they were trying to communicate with my little sister Emily who also speaks Mandarin. The food was really good there and afterwards we had bubble tea, mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways afterwards I went to the best used bookstore ever.... well cept for that kick ass one in Halifax. Anyways It has an awesome literature section, when I get paid next I am going to pick up some Hemingway and Hesse books. Maybe get another Conrad book, I really liked Heart of Darkness. I also want to get some philosophy books so I am well read for school this year. Since I changed my major I have to pretty much take all philosophy courses this year. My head is going to blow up. I really wanna read Herman Hesse's book Steppenwolf, I know we have a few copies kicking around at home but I can't find them so I am just going to buy another copy at the used bookstore. I have read a few of his other books Damien, Siddhartha, and Majister Ludi (The Glass bead Game) the guy is a fricken genius when it comes to writing. He won the Nobel prize for literature for Majister Ludi, I read that book in grade 12 and my English teacher went psycho because she said it was such a hard book for someone my age to be reading..... whatever. I didn't think so.. well ok it was a bit hard, but only because it was so dense you had to read every page twice just to get it all in. They are also translated from German so that makes it even more difficult to fully understand the real book. I feel like such a geek sometimes, I love old literature the stuff they force you to read in highschool and University. But I could never find anyone to discuss the books with because all my friends in highschool were totally illiterate aka they hated reading and thought I was mentally ill cause I read for fun. Meh, their loss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways after we left C'town we went into Summerside and I rented a bunch of DVDs so I could *Gasp* break the law and copy them so they would be my own. I got a few that I liked, they are only 99 cents to rent. I love that video rental place so much it's called "The Video Place" it's indie section is small in comparison to "That's Entertainment" the one with the huge selection. But the prices for older movie rentals is awesome. I rented "Sylvia" (but just to watch because I hadn't seen it yet), The Believer (kick ass movie, very powerful), The Unsaid, and Mona Lisa Smile. I am pretty much only burning movies I will have a hard time finding to buy. I will most likely keep buying DVDs. So yeah I watched an episode of Xena, and then watched Sylvia.... which made me feel really depressed, for obvious reasons. It was just worse because I knew she committed suicide. It's too bad she did, her poems are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I am super tired. I work tomorrow but not till 6:15 PM... yay work....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-108813551717551593?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/108813551717551593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=108813551717551593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108813551717551593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108813551717551593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/06/how-did-it-come-to-this' title='How did it come to this........'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-108804744663307573</id><published>2004-06-24T00:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T00:24:06.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't stand around like friends at a funeral </title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Crowded House - Never Be The Same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt; Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand around like friends at a funeral &lt;br /&gt;Eyes to the ground &lt;br /&gt;It could have been you &lt;br /&gt;Why do you weep &lt;br /&gt;For the passing of ages &lt;br /&gt;You slip with the back of your hand &lt;br /&gt;You're taking it out on the one you love &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it &lt;br /&gt;But we might still survive &lt;br /&gt;And rise up through the maze &lt;br /&gt;If you could change your life &lt;br /&gt;And never be the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long must I wait &lt;br /&gt;For you to release me &lt;br /&gt;I pay for each mistake &lt;br /&gt;While you suffer in silence &lt;br /&gt;I could still have an easy life &lt;br /&gt;But the life ain't worth living &lt;br /&gt;Once more will i hear you say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might still survive &lt;br /&gt;And rise up through the maze &lt;br /&gt;If you could change your life &lt;br /&gt;And never be the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand around &lt;br /&gt;Like friends at a funeral &lt;br /&gt;Eyes to the ground &lt;br /&gt;Don't suffer in silence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos we might still survive &lt;br /&gt;And rise up through the maze &lt;br /&gt;If you could change your life &lt;br /&gt;And never be the same &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I hear you &lt;br /&gt;Never be the same &lt;br /&gt;And everytime I mess up &lt;br /&gt;Never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh I am tired.... I had a rain shift today at work and I had to go into work because a whole school of little kids were coming to see Harry Potter for the last day of school... We had to like make a million kids packs up before they came. It took forever...... :|&lt;br /&gt;Any ways I was at work till about 10:30 PM. The my mom came and got me and I was starving half to death cause I hadn't eaten all day. SO I ate food. And now I am here in my bed room and I am bored. I think I am going to watch those movies I rented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the day off tomorrow so I am going to go see a movie... yay... I think I will see The Terminal or Dodgeball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday my work is having a staff thing and we are getting together and going to an amusement park for the day then were going to see Spiderman 2 the day before it's released. WOOT working at the theatre has some perks after all. Advanced showing's of movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am tired now, I think I am going to watch one of the movies I rented yesterday now. *Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-108804744663307573?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/108804744663307573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=108804744663307573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108804744663307573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108804744663307573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/06/dont-stand-around-like-friends-at' title='Don&apos;t stand around like friends at a funeral '/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-108758613535808123</id><published>2004-06-18T16:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T16:18:23.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Dream ever!! O_________O</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Matthew Good - While We Were Hunting Rabbits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt; Scared for my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream. It was like no other dream I have ever had. It was freaken scary and horrible..... it... it wasn't a dream it was a total freaken nightmare. The mere thought of it now brings shivers to my spine. I literately woke up screaming I think I may have been crying in fear too, I am not 100% sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not myself but a monster, a scary scary monster. I was doing things I would never do in real life, I would cringe at the thought. If I had ever did any of the things I did in this nightmare I would burn my eyes out and chop off my limbs and live in a painful hell of my own. I would no longer think of myself as a person I would just have to commit suicide even.... Yes... now that I think about it if I ever became this monster I was in the nightmare I would downright kill myself, I would end the terror... the horror... OMG I can't even stand to keep this thought in my head it's burning my skull inside out.....&lt;br /&gt;I was.....&lt;br /&gt;I was a..... OMG I can't even bare to say it.... :(&lt;br /&gt;I was a.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a freaken.....&lt;br /&gt;Blonde peppy preppy cheerleader who was named Homecoming Queen!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-108758613535808123?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/108758613535808123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=108758613535808123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108758613535808123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108758613535808123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/06/worst-dream-ever-oo' title='The Worst Dream ever!! O_________O'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-108752845614855076</id><published>2004-06-18T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T00:14:16.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tired... lazy whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Deep Purple - Hush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt; Mellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a nothing day... The people I had my interview with never called me yet to tell me if I did or didn't get the job. I hope I didn't get the job cause the job looks really shitty. There are other nicer places I would rather apply to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 1:00 and ate, got dressed. And then my mom, my sister Emily and I drove all the way to Charlottetown which is an hour away from where my cottage is to get Season 4 of Xena at Futureshop. When we got there they had 4 copies... ohh surprise surprise. I was pissed off but I didn't have the nerve to tell them off or actually complain about them lying so I shut my trap and bought the DVD box set. Afterwards we went to Superstore and I bought 2 things of Sushi mmmm it was sooo good. We drove home and I called work and asked them if they needed me cause I was on Rain shift that is basically if they think alot of people are going to come in then they will tell me to come in, if not I don't have to come in. I was quite happy for a day off and I ended up going there anyways to see a movie with my sister Katie. We saw &lt;b&gt;The Chronicles of Riddick&lt;/b&gt; You can read my review of the movie on my movie review page &lt;a href="http://www.meiwaku.org/me/film.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Anyways then I came home and now I am here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-108752845614855076?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/108752845614855076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=108752845614855076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108752845614855076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108752845614855076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/06/tired-lazy-whatever' title='tired... lazy whatever'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-108744020221495961</id><published>2004-06-16T23:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T23:43:22.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Futureshop can kiss my ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Sarah McLaughlan - Witness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt; futureshop can kiss my pissed off Ass, and I am high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah today was a boring do nothing day. I slept all day then I went out with my mom and we went to Walmart so I could spend my first pay cheque which was a whopping 133 bucks... ohhh.... oh well better than nothing. Anyways I bought the new &lt;b&gt;Matthew Good&lt;/b&gt; Cd and a &lt;b&gt;Muse&lt;/b&gt; CD I think it's their latest one and best one. Then to my great surprise there was Xena Warrior Princess Season 4 and I had to have it.... but it was 71 bucks. And I knew Futureshop always has their DVD box sets cheaper so I called them up while i was in Walmart to check the price, the guy who answered said they had 4 copies and it was 62 bucks. So I decided to ask Walmart if they would match the price. (Because the nearest Futureshop is an hour away and i didn't have time to go there and back before work.) So they said they would but they had to call Futureshop first. So the lady called there and then came back and told me that the person she talked to told her they haven't had any in stock and they has no idea what the price was. Dumb Futureshop fucks, I bet any money when the lady from Walmart called she said she was from Walmart, and then the person who answered the phone lied so they wouldn't make a sale. I know for damn sure they had them in stock for 62 bucks. I am so pissed at stupid businesses and lier's arghh I wanted to break something. Now I have to drive a friggin hour away just to get it. And when I do I am going to tell Futureshop off for being big assed liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways at work today I only worked 3 fucken hours, cause there were no customers and they sent me home. During the time I worked though there was a few accidents. One of my co-workers was carrying a glass bottle full of juice and she dropped it at my feet and glass and juice went all over me while I was taking someone's order (I work at a movie theatre) and yeah I almost slipped on it trying to get away from the glass... and then later on I did slip on it but I caught my balance and saved myself from a broken skull....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways yeah my mom is pissing me off.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-108744020221495961?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/108744020221495961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=108744020221495961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108744020221495961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108744020221495961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/06/futureshop-can-kiss-my-ass' title='Futureshop can kiss my ass'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-108735701825417137</id><published>2004-06-16T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T00:42:33.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Customers... are scary</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; The Tea Party - Heaven Coming Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt; Tired... really really tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I mostly hung with Cory. We went out and ate Chinese food with my mom and little sister Emily. Then we stopped by a used bookstore and I bought the book &lt;i&gt;Heart Of Darkness&lt;/i&gt; By Joseph Conrad... cause that book friggin rules...&lt;br /&gt;After Cory and I went to the beach then I had to go to work. My mom drove Cory home while I was at work. Yay the lovely Empire Theatres Studio 5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually kinda like my job... well... not like but I can stand it. It's not so bad, just alot of heavy lifting, it's killing my back, and working around really hot things.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways yeah I work on concession for now. I give people popcorn, pop, slushes and candy... I now hate popcorn and I stopped drinking pop years ago. I feel so fake at work... I have to ask for evey combo if they want their drinks up-sized, and I have to ask if they want Coke for their drink. I feel like a piece of advertisement for over priced large sugary pop and Coke. You gotta say "do you want coke to drink" first cause Coke sponsors the movie theatre. That is against everything I believe in, but I bite my tongue and ask them that same stupid question. You also have to say "Enjoy your Film" after you give the food away... well your suppose to but hardly anyone does. I only say it when I mean it. So every person that actually gets a "Enjoy your Film" out of me I'm actually not being fake, I hope they do. But it's jobs like that that make you start feeling like a robot on an assembly line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get the order&lt;br /&gt;- Punch it into the cash register&lt;br /&gt;- Get the pop&lt;br /&gt;- Press subtotal&lt;br /&gt;- Get the popcorn and other things, give to the people&lt;br /&gt;- Take the cash, give change&lt;br /&gt;- Fill the pop up to the top give them the pop&lt;br /&gt;- Next person....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same, you get so into the swing of things it just files by.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I even got the pleasure of dealing with a angry customer.... well I didn't really deal.. but here is what happened... Concession closes half an hour after the last movie of the night starts, so we cash out and the manager takes all the cash and counts it and puts the bills in the safe and yada.. anyways we empty the popcorm machine, and turn off the pop machines and then take all the candy. Well some guy came out almost an hour after the last movie started and started to demand we give him food. We had to explain we were closed and we didn't have access to any cash registers anyways. He starts to tell us that it was totally ridiculous that we were closed and he couldn't believe it. He angerly stomped off and my co-worker and I looked at each other and shrugged and went back to cleaning. 5 seconds later he comes back and begins to lay it on really thick, he is almost screaming at us and telling us off with some key words. He was acting like a whiny baby if you ask me... he was all like "This is so stupid we pay to see a movie you could at least stay open. You stay open for people that see earlier shows" He then started to get really red and swear and he went on and on, and we just stared at him. He finally left after 2 minutes and I started to laugh. I mean fuck... I almost felt like saying "Look man, why don't you take the fucken board out of your ass and jump off of it into a shark infested lake." I also wanted to add "Why don't you just go enjoy your fucken over priced movie and realize that you just saved your money on over priced fattening crap"&lt;br /&gt;But then I would have been fired... but I sooo wanted to say that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people have to be so cranky... maybe his movie wasn't very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-108735701825417137?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/108735701825417137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=108735701825417137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108735701825417137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108735701825417137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/06/customers-are-scary' title='Customers... are scary'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-108730885142733853</id><published>2004-06-15T11:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T11:14:11.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I never knew it was possiable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/B&gt; Muse - Time is Running Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt; Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I know... it is possible to see two movies in a row you'd actually rate as &lt;b&gt;0/10&lt;/b&gt;. Yesterday I cleaned my room at the cottage and most of the cottage. It was a mess.... and I just about put my friggin back out again. On top of that at the same time I was babysitting my baby sister Emily. I tricked her into helping me clean. I taught her to pick up garbage and put it in the garbage bag and she helped me make my bed. Muwahah she is a little slave in the making.... After I finished cleaning my mom picked my sister up at our grandparents and we drove to Charlottetown cause Katie has a night class at the university. (She had a drive home just not one there) Any ways then we picked Cory up cause he was staying the night at our cottage. We came back and watched some TV, then I decided I wanted to rent a movie but the video store was closed so my mom said I could get a movie from the pay-per-view section. (We have satellite at the cottage) Any ways I wanted to see &lt;b&gt;Timeline&lt;/b&gt; so I got that movie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say... the movie sucked... it reeked... it was so very gay.... it's about this guy who is visiting his dad who is an archaeologist and his dad has to go for a few days to do something with this company. When they suddenly find documents that date back 600 years with the guys dad's hand writing on it saying "Help me" they go to where this weird company is to find out what is going on. It turns out the people at this company were trying to create a way to send 3 dimensional objects to different places by a machine like a fax... and they found a worm hole (gay... really gay) that went back 600 years. Any ways they started sending people back, and the guys dad accidentally got stuck back there so they send all the people back... any ways it's so fake looking that the medieval costumes look fake, it doesn't look like a dated world at all... the script sucked... the acting sucked... the movie sucked... I ate chips and got fat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went into my room and watched a movie off my computer, I choose &lt;b&gt;Pitch Black&lt;/B&gt; cause I kinda wanna see the Chronicles of Riddick so I wanted to see what the first movie was about. ..... I can't even tell you what this movie is about cause I have no friggin clue... all I can say is it sucked, sucked, sucked.... OMG it was bad. The director must have been on crack, he was using amateurish camera play at best... and at the beginning I think he was trying to recreate the Pokémon seizure epidemic... jeeze...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-108730885142733853?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/108730885142733853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=108730885142733853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108730885142733853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108730885142733853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/06/i-never-knew-it-was-possiable' title='I never knew it was possiable...'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-108716178281671319</id><published>2004-06-13T18:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T18:23:02.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Work... Work... not enough work.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Pink Floyd - Another Brick in the wall Pt. II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt; Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much I've been up to, I've been working, and sleeping and watching movies. I work at the local movie theatre. Which is a pretty blah job, but I guess beggars can't be choosers. The pay is 6.50 an hour, and the hours suck aka I don't get enough, but I guess that is the wonderful world of part-time. Legally they can make me work like 3 hours a week if they really wanted.... At most I get 22 hours. I am on the prowl for a second part time job or at least a full time job on weekdays that is 9-5 so I can still work evenings at the movie theatre. I want to keep my movie theatre job so I can work at it during the school year and make some extra cash for my growing addictions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the movie &lt;b&gt;The Stepford Wives&lt;/b&gt; with my mom. I liked it, but it wasn't a very good movie story wise. It had really good acting though and it did have it moments... funny moments especially Bette Midler's character who got the most laughs out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I Love You, But Please Die"&lt;/i&gt; and the name of her book near the end of the movie, the title escapes me but it was sooo something I would have written... O___O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-108716178281671319?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/108716178281671319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=108716178281671319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108716178281671319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108716178281671319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/06/work-work-not-enough-work' title='Work... Work... not enough work.....'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-108693128219735066</id><published>2004-06-11T02:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T02:48:39.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music&lt;/b&gt;: Adema - Promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood&lt;/b&gt;: Insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today was a boring day filled with me lying around on my ass and watching dvd's. I watched Fast Times At Ridgemount High, and an episode of Freaks and Geeks. Then I just lay around on the couch and listened to depressing music. My mom and Brother and baby sister Emily were all out so I had my music up really loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't work again till Saturday 11:00 Am till probably 11:00 PM... I got to find me another part time job and fast, or my pay cheque is going to be mighty small this summer. I worked on Sat, Sun, and Monday and then I haven't worked all week. This is just ridiculous. I can't believe I am actually pissed about not getting more time at work. In past years I was happy to get time off. I guess it's just the fact I am getting paid minimum wage and hardly working at all, when I need to get alot of money for University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need jobs for university students, it's really shitty to have to work for such low wages when you absolutely need tonnes of cash by the end of the summer. The economy is screwing us over and benefiting from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-108693128219735066?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/108693128219735066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=108693128219735066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108693128219735066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108693128219735066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/06/bored' title='Bored'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275796.post-108692781947689308</id><published>2004-06-10T22:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T02:49:43.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/B&gt; Waltons - Beats The Hell Out Of Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt; Indiffrent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I am slightly bored. My brother is on the internet and frankly I could care less. Ok maybe I do care a little bit. But what can you do. So this is my first entry in this self made journal. I duno if I am going to keep up with this or not, but we will see. I really don't care if anyone sees this or not, because it's my thoughts and sometimes I find that my thoughts upset people for no freaken reason. people can be really stupid sometimes. But who am I to judge. I don't think of myself as any sort of elitest of any kind I'm a pretty normal 21 year old girl who looks and most of the time acts 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I am pretty stoned, yeah stupid thing to do, getting high. I put my back out last week, and I was given really strong pain killers that make me feel really good and out of it. My back is pretty much better now, but I have continued to take the pain killers. I like the way I feel when I'm on them. I'm happy, relaxed and I really don't care if people think that is bad to continue doing. I have never been good with reason, I always seem to take the high road "pun intended". You can sit there on your high horse and point fingers at people who get high/do drugs, you can insult them and judge till the cows come home. But frankly if you've never tried drugs before you have no right to be jugdeing and saying those things.Your opinion cannot be justified by a simple "they are bad for you and only stupid people do them" because it's not just stupid people who do drugs alot of smart people in the past have done drugs. I'm not trying to say that doing drugs is cool, because it's really not. BUt I am just sick of people who judge. Everyone has a diffrent reason why they tried or started using drugs and there is no wrong or right reason. I'm not saying they aren't dangerous, they are dangerous. I'm just saying, don't fucken judge me unless you've tried them yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275796-108692781947689308?l=www.meiwaku.org%2Fblog.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/108692781947689308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275796&amp;postID=108692781947689308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108692781947689308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275796/posts/default/108692781947689308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.meiwaku.org/2004/06/first-post' title='First post'/><author><name>meiwaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496495955851512172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03169425100455742691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>