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Creepy Old Men |
December 3rd, 2008 @ 2:31am |
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If there is one thing I've learned it's that people are hiiiilarious.
There is this man with two little boys who comes in to Subway and hits on me like crazy every single time. It is hilarious. Today he was like, "did you miss me?" The only thing that ran through my head at the moment was, "EW NO NOT REALLY THAT MUCH AT ALL". But I replied with my Kyra-esque sarcastic "Pft, yeah obviously". He's alright. I love creepy people (hence I am friends with Alex Granke) although I hope I'm not that creepy when I'm 35. Scoff, yeah, right, I will probably be worse. I will go to McDonald's and say things to the 17-year-old behind the counter such as, "Supersized? But I barely know you!", "INSIDE. If you know what I mean." "I cannot wait to put your big mac in my mouth" and "my kid threw up in the play area. I'll clean it up if you give me a mop, bucket and also have sex with me". And then I will prance away, shaking my big sagging 35-year-old ass, dragging my 13 kids behind me and thinking nothing of it, reeking of vodka, stale smoke, cats and Hilary Duff-brand perfume.
We get old drunk men coming in to subbles and being creepy all the time (and they pretty well always smell weird). I think it's the "is that a six inch or a footlong" that gets them going. Also that we look freakin' hot in our hairnets and in those sexy little aprons.
My first week of winter break has been crazy.
And apparently Alex and I are going to Cali this Summer to stalk an internet man. We will fangirl his brains out.
--Kyra |
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Oil and Marks |
November 27th, 2008 @ 1:53pm |
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Kyra says: Ahh, winter break is here! Finally, a nice big long month to do shit-all!
University says: YEAH RIGHT BETCH.
To-do list
O - Read Ramachandran
O - Ramachandran essay, 3000
O - Read History of Sexuality
O - Read Midsummer Night's Dream
O - Read Cherry Orchard
O - Cherry Orchard Essay, 1000-1500
O - Journal Response for H o S
O - Journal Response for Misummer
Leisurely to-do list
O - P&D
O - Massive Slut
O - Christmas Shawppin'
O - Get some artwerk duhn
O - Chillaxxx
Highlights!
I got an A+ on my Snow White essay, holy piss!
The prof said it was "Excellent, smiley face".
Our group presented our queer theory presentation yesterday and I'm pretty sure it kicked ass.
Now I am down to 3 classes rather than 4 because I completed by Ed Today class and I'm quite confident I pulled in at least a B.
Apparently our theatre prof is throwing a party at his house for us, which is awesome and strange. I wonder how that will turn out?
All I want for Christmas is the eradication of Christmas.
--Kyra |
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People Learn To Deal |
November 19th, 2008 @ 4:04am |
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I read way too much into everything.
I just downloaded and listened to a song that somebody thought I would like, or... well, I'm not sure what they thought. Something along the lines of "it's totally my song" or "describes my life"...? Maybe I missed something but I definitely got the wrong message. At least I hope I got the wrong message. Because the message is vastly -- vastly -- weird. Awesome. But WEIRD.
I was talking to Matwichuk a few weeks ago about grief and loss. He said that our actions are done for approval by loved ones.
Eversince we had that conversation I have found that it is quite true, and it scares me because I'll still be doing things for my parents when they pass on and thus will be constantly reminded of the gaping hole they will have left behind. And it especially scares me because of mum's cancer.
Lately I have been stepping out of my old self and doing weird shit like buying strange clothing, altering my appearance pretty significantly, drinking (weirder still, actually wanting to drink), hiding behind stacks of homework and burying myself in my bedroom for hours at a time doing shit-all. Maybe I was always like that and I just didn't realise it? Maybe it is another step towards my shitty familial disassociation. Or maybe I'm just numbing myself with mindless distractions.
What I would like to do more than anything else is get up and get lost in some new world far away. But I guess I'm sort of already lost in my own without really trying.
Mike, Ghost World was amazing.
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Linearity |
November 14th, 2008 @ 3:11am |
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I feel guilty for being okay with my life despite all the bullshit happening here and here and here.
Like birds that smash into windows,
we float through life and hit walls.
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Disappo-- No; Relief |
November 9th, 2008 @ 11:49pm |
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Phew!
So, I finished my "a Doll House" (by Henrik Ibsen) essay, and it is garbage. I am afraid to send it in for fear that my Prof is going to read it and vomit all over his computer screen.
It's hard to write essays when you have been working on them non-stop for 4 consecutive nights. I need some time to get out, but for the next two nights I'll be working on yet another essay. Then I will allow myself to be essay-free for about 5 days. And then guess what? More essays! And projects, and other such bullshit! University sucks and is also awesome.
The shit that goes on in my head BAFFLES ME. I fuckin' love sleeping.
--Kyra |
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Creepy Old Men
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Oil and Marks
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People Learn To Deal
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Weird Shit List
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Linearity
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Disappo-- No; Relief
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Diagnostics
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Crammin'
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Red Faces
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Some Stuff
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Emo!
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Easy Does It
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Goals; An Entry Forever in...
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What Sarah Said - Death cab...
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Perscription: Depressing Music
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Baby Steps
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The Bullshit in Life
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Surreality
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Yay!
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Well, that was classy
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Bullhonkey
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Best and Worst
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Whoops!
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I Complain
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Shitty Deals
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OH NOES UNIVERSITY
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Long Walks
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Optimism
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She Settles
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Poetry Dump
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Oh Matt Goguen
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The Little Red Hen
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"Long and Involved"
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On My Feet
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Strange Week
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Dig That Hole
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UNENSNARABLE RESTLESSNESS
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Satisfaction (or Lack Thereof)
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Chicago Lumbago
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Poop On Your Face
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Oh Em Gee
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I Don't Wanna
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DAMN YOU, EUROPE
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Add This to the Pointless Pile
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Mike Crowson
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Pitiful Much?
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Heart-Wrenching Confessions
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What?
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Shit shit shit shit...
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Captain Douche
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Why Yes, They Do
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Hello, My Name is 'Big Stupid'
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We'll Leave When Our Ride...
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SICK AS FRICK
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Happy Old Year
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Merry Presents
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My Future
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I have hairy nipples
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I am almost free!
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My Rage Concerning the Road
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Soulja Boy (Rant)
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Screwed Up
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Self-Cannibalism
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A Mostly-Excellent Week End
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Emo Affairs
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What, the, fubar
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Lame
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SitDiary is BACK! (For Real...
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My Biased Opinions on...
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Pukes on Self
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School and Work
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Let's drink some B00Z0RZ!11
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Crime in Transcona
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Triumph!
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I should be sleeping, but...
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No more school, yay
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I've Given In
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Here it is
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Pile of Emos
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Realist is the new Pessimist
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A little less fulfilling
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Huzzaaahhh!
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Tickets
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Bleeghgh
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Sweat, Blood and Rock'n'Roll
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Way Behind
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Hive-life
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Shit!
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I have fallen Ill
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Chaw Chaw Charmander
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Pee!
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Weird... weird... weird.
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WOOOOOOOOOOOO
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Well, bless my soul!
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Useless Pile of Flesh and...
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Vundabaght!
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To-Do List pour SOCKS NOIRE
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Threads
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Kyra(n) Disfunctional
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Too Bad
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Dips
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TEN MILLION BABIES
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mental alterations
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Repitition
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Green Eggs and IGA Bread
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Groovy Groovy
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Off to Pasture
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Summer Dusk
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Job = Kyra
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You mayn't have your pie
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Bumdarts
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Ah... nice
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Joy, and Joy Again
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Privates . . .
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Boo on you
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Tickle Your Grandma
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Yay Summer, Yay
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Ho Hum
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Privates!
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Pot, Cheese, and Chocolate
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I are have a not much funs
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The Big Raunchy 1-6
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Spa-RING BREAK
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Privates!
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Privates!
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Jazz and Nerdiness
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Privates!
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Privates!
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Sexual Education
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Privates!
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House Arrest
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Privates!
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Privates!
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Welcome to Lazytown
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Here we go again
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