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R.I.P

"It's been a struggle for me because I had a chance to be white and refused."
"I'm not addicted to cocaine...I just like the way it smells"

Richard Pryor dies at 65

Saw the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe last night. not to shabby, not too ahabby indeed. sorta a toned down LOtR, but not really. BAsically a movie that made me feel ganuine happiness while I watched it. I dunno, it just made me feel good.

frick life is busy, I've barely seen any of you in the last month...

It's that time of year again: How To Make A Hip End of the Year 'Best Albums' List .

(Beck: You are a king among men, and I thank you.)

Being Santa was sweet, there's no doubt about that. I even felt a little low afterwards; there was no longer a throng of adoring children lining up to see me.

Funniest Part: A child asked "Are you real?", so I grabbed his hands and made him touch me. His whole body shook with laughter and boyish glee. (Is there a less pedophilic way of telling this story? I seriously doubt it.)

Saddest Part: Either "I wish [name] would stop bullying me," or "I wish that my mom was happy."

Interesting story, Tay. Get some sleep.

Hey Andy I figured out how to animate gifs using GIMP. It's surprisingly easy so you don't have to go searching for a hacked or demo version of that program you were using before.

welcome to planet fuckyeah buddy.

yeah the CJSR party was kinda lame, but Leif and I torn it up to IshodabeenWyza or however you spell it.

andy: best santa EVER. fuckinArights.

Man, I just got home.

What a crazy fuckin night.

I rush delivered a bunch of water for work, then zoomed over to my church to make it just in time for the sunday school christmas play dress-rehearsal (I'm doing the piano). That lasted longer than I expected. I drove to the uni, grabbed supper at Wendy's and went to the 24-hour computer lab to finish my essay. I banged out the rest of the essay by about 11 or 11:30... but it took me till like fucking 4:30 in the morning to do a proper references page and format it in the correct APA style. I couldn't believe how much shit there is to do for that fuckin thing. I went to print it off... but I didn't have enough money on my one card to print off 40 pages!!! So I closed everything down on my computer and went to tory because they have a one-card machine there. Luckily the building was open, but there was no machine! Just a sign that says "one card machine moved to Winspear library" which does me a lot of good considering this is the first time I've ever heard of a library by that name. Anyway, I decide I'll need some cash to put into a one card machine when I find one. So I walk up to HUB to take out some money. There are two guys sitting there... at like 5 in the morning. The one dude is like "hey, can I have a smoke?". I tell him I don't have any. Suddenly they're both threatening me with violence if I don't give them a smoke. I take my money out of the machine and walk down to the other end of HUB... they follow me, but I walk nonchalantly like I don't give a shit. There's two korean kidz studying at the other end of HUB and so the two guys following me decide to peace it when they see these other guys. I walk out of the LRT station and head towards SUB hoping to find a one card machine. I'm panicking because I don't see any, but luckily there's one by the bookstore entrance. So I get some cha-ching on my plastic. I decide to buy a donut and a green tea from cram dunk. I ate it on the way back to the knowledge common 24-hour computer lab. I print my report, and decide I need a staple. Nobody around for miles. I think... hey in the main labs there's a stapler... I wonder if the door is locked and alarmed? I try it. It opens, so I'm lucky on the locked part, but unlucky on the alarmed part. I say "fuck this" and I run in and staple my paper and run out. Security guards ask me questions. Take down my ID. All that stuff. But I got a fuckin staple, so I'm stoked. I go to bio-sci to hand in the paper. Slip it under the door, no worries. I'm like "home free, let's get some sleep". But not yet. I find a kitty afraid of the buses at the bus station. It's a fuckin scaredy cat. Takes me 15 minutes to convince it to come over to me. Finally does, but it won't sit still. Eventually I manage to read the phone number on it's collar. I make a celly. I tell the woman I have her cat and I'm at HUB. I wait another 10, 15 minutes... cat doesn't wanna sit still and he's scratching me because he doesn't like me holding him. Lady comes. I give cat to lady. Lady gives me fudge. I go home. I tell story here. I go to bed.

What's done is done.

MOTHERFUCKER, I am STILL formatting my paper to strict APA guidelines!!! This is bullshit!

No wonder the paper took me so long though... I just finished the references/bibliography... and it's four fuckin pages long.

I'm never writing another paper again.