Random arm writings

That's right, I went pen emo again and scribbled all over me arm at work today. Here is a slightly more legible version of what is currently attacking my arm.

I'm so boooooored. Yes, it needed the extra o's. Sitting here at "work," although there really isn't that much to do...damn...
My supervisor ran away, so *writing goes upside down* I don't know what the fuck needs doing...shit, this'll be hard to read later. I'm writing up rather than down. I should write this on my blog.
Fuck, now it's gone sideways! It's quite difficult to write on one's own arm.
Now it's upside down again. *cracks neck* Ow...I really want something to eat, my dinner was icky. OH GOD!! Attack of the scwibbles!
...Yes, that was a w.
Does the elbow work? NO!
How will I know what the order is? Fuuuck!
Now I'm almost out of space, so I'm writing on my wrist. Pen emo!
I wish I was ambidextrous, then I'd have room to writhe...I just spelled write with an H...hehe, writhe...
FINGER!!!
Wow, it's hard to write here.
I think I should work now...it's been 20 mins...
Nah, screw it. *pretends to work* The hobos are scaring me...*pop*
"At the tone, the time will be 7:45...*tone* Only 1 hour 15 mins left!!! Hey, Lost is on tonight
(illegible writings, although one of the words looks strangely like "anal")

BACK TO WORK!



By this time, it was 7:50. Meaning that I spent half an hour doing nothing. Actually, I took a 10 minute bathroom break between 7:20 and 7:30. We don't get breaks, so I just go to the bathroom with a snack or a book and take a break there.
...NOT LIKE THAT!!

Wow...I'm really surprised that that much fit on my arm...o.O

Mall Escapades

Yay! It's about time je did a rant.
(Before I start, I should note, this was several adventures melded into one for your entertainment and more argumentative purpose. Hehehe...looks like porpoise...)

Alrighty. So. It began as I walked in the door to the mall. I was hungry, so I went up to grab a slice of pizza from Mrs. Vanellis. Stupid people, they forgot the fucking apostrophe! I can't add an apostrophe, cos it's copyrighted and whatnot. Anywho...
Cashier: "Wart oo wan?"
Duncan: "Does that come with pizza?"
C: "Pizza! Yes. Wort keend oo wan?"
D: "Uh...I'll have a slice of pepperoni."
C: "Parpioni, yes. Oo wan dink?"
D: "Uh, I'll have a bottle of Pepsi."
C: "Yes, botta Peppi. Dat all? Preece fif senty un."
D: *hands debit card*
C: "Ave neece day!"
Now, just so you know, I have nothing against foreign people. It just pisses me off that all of them have to work as cashiers or telemarketers. If you're gonna work in a job that requires a lot of talking, learn fucking English!!!
Alrighty, so I eat my yummy pizza, and head over to Starbucks to get a coffee. I look at the board and...WHAT THE FUCK?? Who the fuck is supposed to know what the difference between tall, grande, and venti is? THEY ALL MEAN FUCKING BIG! And as for coffees...wait, where's the coffee? Can't one order a plain fucking coffee?? God damn it...you know, Americans usually like to over simplify things, (Hot drinks are hot? No fucking way...) but when it comes to their cafés, they seem obliged to make everything fucking italian. *walks over to second cup*
THANK FUCKING GOD!! Second Cup, a Canadian café uses small, medium and large to dictate what size your coffee is. Not big, big, and big. And low and behold, they actually have coffee. Not a mocha-lapa-dopa-frappaccino or whatever the fuck it is. They use simple things. The most Italian things they have are for things that are actually Italian but have worked its way into English, like latte and mocha. So I order a LARGE VANILLA BEAN LATTE. Not some fucking venti vanillia latte or whatever the fuck it is. And you know what? It's cheaper, and it tastes better. Most people choose Star-retards for the brand name, but it fucking sucks. I have to agree with Foamy on the coffee shop points. Now...onwards we go to HMV.
I walk in, and, because I know which CD I want, head straight for Roger Waters, and grab The Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking. I go up to the guy at the cash, and he says... (in one of those creepy gay voices)
Cash: Duuuude...did you see the sticker on this?
Duncan: What, the buy one get one free sticker? No. It was only neon green and covering half the fucking CD case.
C: Well, man, go back and get a second CD. Come on! It's like turning down a free meal!
D: No, I only want this CD.
C: What if someone came up to you and gave you a free meal? What would you do? Would you turn it down? No!
D: Ok, if I had just eaten a meal, and someone came with a free meal, you can bet your fucking ass I'd turn it down because I'd be FUCKING FULL! And I only want ONE FUCKING CD!!!
*pays $10 for it and leaves*
Seriously, though, there's no fucking way I'd ever be able to work at a place like HMV or EB Games. My opinion's too strong. If someone came to buy a Jessica Simpson CD, I'd be tempted to say something along the lines of, "Sorry, I can't sell you this, it's a health hazard to sell one of our customers shit."

And so ends my mini-rant about the mall. I might add more to it later, you never know.

And, as Janine would say, [insert various fish organs]

Whatever comes into my mind

DAMN! Why can't I write in the text box?? Oh, there we go.
Wow, screams in the background. Hopefully from a TV show.
I hear Steph talking, but too quietly, so I can't understand
"Red shirt"
That's all I understand
Wow, the people are speaking in Scottish!
Mushrooms, says the music note
Shit, I'm out of tea
WOW!! The webcam light is blue!!
Now I hear tapping coming from Steph...tap...tap...tap.......
*naps briefly*
Steph is now singing an incomprehensible song
*sings* All you need is love
STEPH!! STOP YELLING!!
Now Steph has ditched me for dishes
Bye Steph
I need more tea
(in the background) "He was wearing a uniform. A police uniform. *cries*
Wow, more random than anything I've ever though up
*licks finger* Tastes of honey. Perhaps from the honey in my tea
WHAT WAS THAT?? Something pink flashed at the bottom of my screen
Ooooh, dirty
My lip is dry and hurty
*sips tea*
Maybe I should work at the ice cream store with Josi, that'd be more fun than the bibliotheque
Why does French consist of such funny words?
Haha, I almost spelled funny "fony"
Grammarlicious
Ew, tea is lacking sugar, but I'm also lazy
Which CD is this? Oh, Rubber Soul
Haha...rubber...
*another brief nap*
Is that nail polish or breath spray?
Oh, 'twas monitor glass cleaner. Why didn't I think of that?
*sings movement 1*
*looks at cover to Animals*
Wow, that was an awesome album
I wish I had an inflatable pig
AHH! Headphones are askew and iPod is hanging by a wire
Happened again...
Hm...the pink flashed again
I have to take a crap
Okay, I've had five pointy things stuck in my foot since I got home
*misinterprets previous sentence*
...Did my headphones just vibrate
I think I'll stop doing this around ten
My webcam just killed itself for no apparent reason
*puts headphones back on*
Why didn't I do that before?
*sips tea*
I hear a click coming from Steph's house...and yet no one is there
Oooh, I made my font bold!
Now 'tis italic
Now it's both!...or it should be...damn it
Wow, you can type in colours?
Steph's back!!
And it's 10:01, so I shall stop.

BYE!!

*shoots bus drivers*

Well, that was an exciting yesterday. I have to take the bus home from school everyday, but the bus drivers went on strike or something, and they didn't tell us. So eventually, we got a ride from Rob in his dad's Hummer. Quite scary having Rob driving. Right now, I want to pull a Bloody Sunday on those bus drivers.
Oooh, started writing a song. For those of you that are interested, it's in 4/4 at 90 quarter. Chords are C#m, A, C#m, A, C#m, A, E, B, F#m, A, E, F#m, A, B, C. All of them last 4 beats, except the last B, which lasts 6, and the last C, which lasts 2. That's all I have now, and I have a bass line for the left hand that sounds pretty cool. Josi and Kim, feel free to add a guitar part, and Steph, you can make your own part.

Awkward...

Well, that was one awkward day. Although only people from school would understand, and I hope to god that none of them ever read this blog, seeing as they are incredibly lame.
Anywho, it seems that my friend Cayleigh had a crush on me. Kind of like me and Kim, but much more awkward. Oh well.
Not too much else happened...swashbuckle...now that's got me thinking...*looks up in dictionary*

It seems that it isn't a noun, unless you mean swashbuckler. Swashbuckle is to work, behave, or perform as a swashbuckler...intertresting.
swash·buck·ler /ˈswɒʃˌbʌklər, ˈswɔʃ-/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[swosh-buhk-ler, swawsh-] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation –noun a swaggering swordsman, soldier, or adventurer; daredevil

Wow, this makes what Josi said slightly dirtier...

Damn, I should really start on Steph's song...screw it, I'm writing my own :D

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Yay! Finally got a new blog! I might update it more than every three months, too.
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