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[Dec. 16th, 2007|09:26 am] |
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Am I pregnant, am I not pregnant? Only time and obscure LJs will tell. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2007|04:09 am] |
Wowww.. the things I could say right now, if I weren't so tired...
............would be very insignificant, in the grand scheme.
I am small. |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2006|02:31 am] |
I think I can almost relate to how Donovan McNabb must feel sometimes. I mean, sure the Eagles are doing pretty well without T.O. Sure the guy said some unexpected and lousy things about Donovan in his autobiography and was overall just a VERY detrimental distraction to team unity and morale, but still. I think deep down, despite what he says, Donovan misses the the special spark and chemistry that only Terrell Owens could bring to the table. I mean, Reggie Brown, Hank Baskett, Greg Lewis, and Donte Stallworth? BLAH. They aren't the same. I guess all Donovan can do is look to head coach Andy Reid for guidance and purpose, and keep the appearance of running a steady ship.
Special thanks to www.philadelphiaeagles.com.
P.S. They have JEFF GARCIA as back-up! WHOAH! |
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[Oct. 8th, 2006|11:29 pm] |
Hmm, last evening's plans were rather botched, mayhaps the goings-on of the following day shall be more pleasant. Traveling to Abbotsford on the morrow and more precisely the day spent there renders me both nervous and excited in the anticipation.
Another point I bring to the table is this: It seems as though I will now soon be employed at Save-On Foods (soon to be Price-Mart, rest in peace, cashier's jobs), a fine establishment if I ever saw one. I will be working for a filthy, heartless capitalist enterprise, but I love grocery shopping, and Chase works there, so it balances out, really. Come visit me for all your shopping needs, please and thanks.
Concluding, I hope the Thanksgiving Man leaves a fair-sized turkey under your bed, as opposed to a brussels sprout. |
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[Sep. 20th, 2006|11:39 pm] |
So many nice people!
Only one class a day!
We're making a club!
Halls are becoming easier to navigate!
Adventures!
Tons of reading!
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[Aug. 26th, 2006|10:26 pm] |
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Recently, Pluto's status as a planet in our solar system was revoked. Severed from our planetary family, it now travels along with the other small planetoids on the outskirts of our celestial consciousness, going from beloved partner to distant observer in the matter of a day. |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2006|08:11 pm] |
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Okay, maybe I was being a little hard on myself back there. |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2006|10:44 am] |
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I wish I could go back a few days. I ruined everything. |
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| "THE MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR IS WAITING TO TAKE YOU AWAY!" |
[Aug. 22nd, 2006|11:33 am] |
"Anything can be a quote."
-Drew Koehn
You may also recognize me by my pen name, 'Anonymous.'
I like my feet. Sometimes, they are like nervous young men about to go on a first date.
Other times, they are tough and cool like Samuel L. "We don't care how we smell."
Other times, they are simply pleasant to both eye and its cousin, nostril.
There are raccoons around my house all the time! I was just lying in bed the other night, minding my own business, reading about the NASDAQ and thinking of how to opress minimum wage employees, when all of a sudden, I heard a demonic and unsettling growl rising up to my window from the ground below. I looked out to see what was happening, and the noise seemed to originate from around the front door and, by association, Sunny's water dish. I couldn't see them... but they were tampering with MY cat's dish. That made me angry, because it's just an issue of respect. Then I thought... what if they can see me!? So I backed away from the window. Then I heard the cries of an unearthly infantile creature. This must have been a family of raccoons.
Unless... they weren't raccoons at all... |
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| Wilson/Asher |
[Aug. 13th, 2006|04:07 pm] |
I can hear so much in your sighs
And I can see so much in your eyes
There are words we both could say
But don't talk, put your head on my shoulder
Come close, close your eyes and be still
Don't talk, take my hand and let me hear your heart beat
Being here with you feels so right
We could live forever tonight
Let's not think about tomorrow
And don't talk, put your head on my shoulder
Come close, close your eyes and be still
Don't talk, take my hand and listen to my heart beat
Listen, listen, listen
Don't talk, put your head on my shoulder
Don't talk, close your eyes and be still
Don't talk, put your head on my shoulder |
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[Aug. 1st, 2006|03:02 am] |
Okay, today is a long story. I'm still not ready to go to sleep yet, so maybe I will tell, much in the manner that a young William Shakespeare told his literary disciples the magical prototypes that led to many of his greatest contributions to the vast and expansive literary works that fill up the think-tank of our incredibly experienced super-race which we refer to as humankind.
Anyhow, Chase suggested to me kindly that I spell-check, much in the manner that the young prodigy whom we would one day refer to as Sigmund Freud would advise possibly a young Harry Truman that diplomacy would have as adequate an impact on the war efforts of Vietnam as violent agression.
Anyhow. I hope all of you are having a great day, much as a young John F. Kennedy when he first heard he would one day make a profound impact upon the earth-shattering events of American happenings, whose ripple effects would symbiotise with the experiences of the vast unit known otherwise as "the rest of the world."
So, today we went to Viktor's and he had Chase and I over, eventually. It was a long and laboured process, much like when Lewis Carroll gave birth to the wonderous gift to mankind that was "The Client," by John Grisham. A-ha, ha, ha.
Have a good evening. I hope to explain our experiences more efficiently upon a later date.
Ridiculous.
Historical accuracy and I go hand in hand. |
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[Jul. 30th, 2006|05:17 pm] |
I have so much to say
but I don't know if I can express it
not that anyone understands me.
I feel like a real Livejournaler! |
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[Jul. 25th, 2006|06:06 pm] |
The more you care for someone, the more they will hurt you.
We say it would be "nice" to talk. That word doesn't mean a thing. I use words like that with distant aquaintances. It's "nice" how I've been cut off from your life on a random whim. This is the "nicest" thing anyone has ever done to me. Way to be "nice." And what do we need to talk about? How I'm not feeling "nice" enough already? I guess hearing empty, late, irrelevant, depressing and pointless justification will make me feel better. The obsessive and bitter negativity of this entry is "nice."
Are you happier now?
Was it worth it?
"Drew, you've changed!"
However another part of me really wants to talk badly. He's just more subtle and afraid. |
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[Jul. 25th, 2006|06:02 pm] |
I never thought I'd say this, but now the best part of my life is when I'm asleep.
Peace.
Then I wake up and remember everything.
Then I go to my job at Stream. |
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| An aspect of my current situation |
[Jun. 26th, 2006|10:30 pm] |
I reeeally hope I get this job at the Book Man! Adcenter Editorial is shutting down, and the new Stream contract I'd have to go to would be the pits! I NEED a job though for school.
Sorry...
More substantial updates a comin'(Soon!). |
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[Jun. 18th, 2006|07:59 am] |
The worst feeling in the world has got to be letting someone down. It's like your soul has been crumpled up and tossed down a bottomless well.
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| "They trip through their day/ and waste all their thoughts at night" |
[May. 28th, 2006|08:28 pm] |
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There once was a young man named... Ian Walker. As he neared grad, he was feeling the winged pink hippopotami of life crashing onto him, in addition to being on MSNBC.com for being charged with giving a high school’s employees marijuana-spiked muffins in a senior prank that sent 18 people to the hospital and triggered an FBI and terrorism investigation.
The carefree days of schoolboy adventures seemed to be coming to an abrupt close for young Ian. He was having difficulty visualizing the path from point A to point B in terms of life goals. Not to mention everyone around him was either stressing out(thereby freaking him out even more, setting off a seemingly endless chain reaction of frustration and headaches for them all), didn't care, didn't like him anymore(or so his paranoid mind imagined), or he was being too self-absorbed to worry about strenghtening some relationships that were slipping away or caring about other people's problems.
Then he would spend all day obsessing about his worries and regrets and how he wasn't as fun as he used to be; making things even worse. When he talked to others about it, that would make him worry that he was being weird or annoying, and that made him worry even more. Then when he went to bed, he would lie there stewing over the day that had been, worrying until his heart beat really fast and he couldn't sleep. Then he would wake up the next morning in an even more chaotic state of obsessive paranoid fatigue. When people didn't use exclamation marks in MSN conversations, he asked them if they were mad at him. He was always asking people what was wrong. That only made them nervous and annoyed(or so he worried).
He missed the old days when he would just worry about alien abduction or earthquakes or assassins(pardon my language) or ghosts or car accidents or home invasions. You know, reasonable things. Poor Bill.
Then one day as was walking home, worrying about whether Mr. Thompson was upset because he was slow to say "hi" to him in the hallway one morning, he tripped on a carelessly discarded toothpick, and was put into a coma.
That could easily be any one of us, couldn't it?
P.S. Time rolled by, like a triangular barrel being pushed really hard! 10 years later, Ian got out of his coma and learned his lesson. Only happy endings for you guys. :)
Plus, think of the starving children in Africa! |
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[May. 5th, 2006|05:16 pm] |
Hey guys! Once again, ALOT has changed since my last entry... I'll leave it at that.
Except it would be sort of seal-like of me to do that, so I guess I will give details...basically every day since my last entry has been pretty awesome, I assume. I went on a trip(maybe I will show the good pictures soon), I got a job(!...at Stream...), and met a very special girl(VANESSA!). I've been really busy lately; I've basically been too tired to update and too tired-looking to love. Let me just say that I miss Kristin and Viktor quite a bit. Oh, and Chase too of course! Tonight, I'm going to dinner and a movie with the aformentioned VANESSA!, by the way.
Hmmm...
HEY LOOK! TWO ELDERLY LADIES CROSSING THE STREET IN AN ORDERLY MANNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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