Skull School of Hard Knocks

So I'm not doing school. It feels good. Now I have the time to feel useful and not have homework. 2x2=4. See I still have my skills. Oooh yeah! C'mon baby I can still use my head. There's just a few more skills I' d like to learn. Such as driving a car or motorbike. I bashed a car over a stopping bar the last and only time I tried to drive. Well you gotta dive it to me, it was a stick shift. It had a grossed half broken clutch too. Well atleast i didn't smash the front of the car like it woulda if there wasn't a stopping bar. I made it out with some scratches on the bottom of the car. Nothing major. At least I drove it some. If I drive down a road I'll probably end up like this poor car here.

Time fo' South Park!!!

Prostitue's Song


Fighting Love

I Ate Sumthing Strange.

So you think raw fish is discusting? Well "someone" was making a "local" dish. Soggy popcorn soup. Okay thats different but not altogether bad. Add some pork for meat and flavor, fine. Well we didn't only have the pork, we had the half a pig head in the soup too. okay that'd different too. We ate a bite of the brains as well. Ptl.... It was an interesting experience, tho I really don't wanna repeat it again. As for Mex food, I'll be sticking to the Tortas, Tortilas, and Burritos.

Moving moving moving.

Bring!! Hey I'm in Mexico City airport! O' joy no one here to pick me up. Calls up, "HEY!! Where are you guys?" Deafening slience..... " Oh right! Well, we can't pick you up tonight, but we arranged for you to go to a home." "Riiiight.... Okay I'll call them up and conferm my stay.... WHAT??? You didn't hear about me? Busy with a birth you say? Full? I should stay at the airport over night? Oookay.. If thats what you say." So I stayed the night in the airport. It gets pretty freaky when ppl start asking you how much your stuff is worth esp when they're the "Security." The home came at 10 to 12 sumthing like that, and i went to their home. THEN another home heard the word and came to the airport... too baad I wasn't there. It was just a jumble mess.

Then it didn't work for me at that home, I was gunna go back to Japan untill my sister opened a door to go ovewr to her home. And thats where I am now.

Sum Things My Favorite Band Does.

Livewire: Do you guys do a lot of hotel trashing?

Deryck: Um, not like intentionally. It doesn't necessarily have to be hotels. We did a hometown show in Toronto about three or four days ago, so all of our friends came. All of our friends were totally drunk and out of control, so we had 10 or 15 of our friends back. We were throwing everything around. Someone brought us these big "Welcome Home" cakes and we threw everything up on the ceiling and that was the point of the game to make everything stick to the ceiling. A big cake got thrown up and just stuck there and our promoter came in and was freaking out and yelling at us and he was standing right under the cake as pieces were falling down on him. He stopped and yelled "What the f*ck is going on in here?" as little chocolate bits kept falling on his head. He was totally pissed off. There was pretty much a whole loaf of bread, every piece of meat and everything that you could imagine was stuck to the ceiling.

This is so Wrong. Ely Tagged Me, Now I Gotta Share My Life.

fav style of music:
It gotta be punk, I'd say first punk and emo then trance for hang out relaxing times.

fav time of year:
Autumn. Not too hot and not too cold. All you need is a light sweater *Rolls laughing*. Sorry guys, movie relapse.

best bday I've had:
My 17th, It was the day before my birthday, but we called it my birthday. There weren't any drinks, that would've topped the night off.

best thing iv done in spain:
I'll use some common sence here and change that question to "best thing I've done in Japan." Well, the best is yet around the corner. It'll show itself before I leave.

A secret:
I owned playboy. Shhhhh... Don't tell anybody. *Snortle* See if I care.

Guy preferences:
Whooops! Changed it to the question below.

Girl preferences:
Height 5'5''
Slim *Not skinny, UGH*
Don't want larger than C cups thank you. All you pumpers, pump to your dissadvantage.
Wavy hair is hot.
Dark eyeliner and glossy lips are sweet.
Lets be sweet with a sassy face.
Ooooh, Isn't she a hottie?

Sun, Rain, or Snow:
Definitely sun. I don't like things falling on me. But a dash in the pouring rain is fun. Aside from that, just gimme clouds and no rain. Hate sun burns and tans. I'm dark enough as it is.

(annoying coyly voice, stupid smile and a knock on the arm: ) sooo.. who do u like??: Solly, no answer to that one. If you know me I put what I can't have behind, and don't make rash desisions about my crushes. Keep everyone at arms length to make it hard for them to stab me in the back. So I'll know who I like at first glance. All in the future.

things that make me cry:
No one here gets to know that. BOOP! Bad question. My very own private life is my own. There's as much chance of me posting a accurate answer to this question as me posting who my first lay was, and what she did to me. No thats not for you to know.

outstanding childhood memory:
Having back door of a van closed on my head when I was 9. Swimming across a rushing river and not being able to swim back. (Thats one time I cried, well almost... HEY I was gunna die, or so I thought)

Best Christmas:
Good Lord! Christmas is a humbug. *Sings* Outside the carolers start to sing, I can't describe the joy they bring. Cuz joy is something they don't bring me. It's Christmas time again, it's time to be nice to the people you can't stand all year, I'm growing tired of all this christmas cheer. Na nanana!

Backward and Forward. Where Will I End Up?

Life is way too short. Too many choices and oportunities crammed into the tiny space of time we've come to know as youth. As my 18th year is rolling on, I am faced with many things. It seems like this time around I am hit with extreme bad luck. I'm hoping next time around will be better. Even if this round does go well, its been too much for me. It will leave a nasty taste. With no good memorys of preparation.