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|Wednesday, March 21st, 2007|
|Sunday, September 21st, 2003|
|I actually did it!
Well, I managed to install yahoo messenger, and lo and behold, it works! my username is Belsharamoth. Please add me to friends list, or equivalent therof.
|Wednesday, September 10th, 2003|
I answered every question honestly, and this is what I get? Am I really all of these?
|Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003|
|.... This is disturbing.
This was revolting, but at the same time highly amusing. Don't read if you have a weak stomach.
|Monday, May 12th, 2003|
It's 12:30 and I haven't slept yet. I've begun shaking, almost violently, but I think that just might be from the 7 cokes I've drunk. I've also become slightly paranoid. I keep hearing noises downstairs, an I'm convinced that it's a burglar, so I grab my katana and run downstairs with the blad drawn over my head screaming, hoping to scare them off, but there's noone there. I've done this five times now. I'm beggining to feel foolish.
|Sunday, May 11th, 2003|
I have this strange urge to pull an all nighter. Not because I have anything in particular I want to do, just because I want to. Mother's Day had its typical for my family. My mother actually didn't show up until lunch time, so the breakfast of Waffles with fresh strawberries was kinda ruined, and my Aunt Donna couldn't visit my grandmother because she was apparently in the civic hospital psychiatric ward. The evening went more smoothly, luckily, as we just decided to stay in with a couple movies, and I made supper, which turned out really well. I really wish people were online right now. I'm feeling lonely for some odd reason, even though I've spent my entire weekend around people.
Does anyone else think it's possible that Queen Victoria was Jack the Ripper?
Wow... it's one o'clock, and I've managed to do absolutely nothing, except sit in my chair, listening to random Opera, daydreaming for an hour and a half. I should really keep this up.
|Thursday, May 8th, 2003|
|Thursday, April 24th, 2003|
This is a request for help. I'm going to be doing a radio play for my writer's craft Independent Study, and I need Voice Acting Talent. Or if there's no talent, just voices. If anyone who'd be interested in giving me a hand would let me know, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks!
|Sunday, April 20th, 2003|
Just a quick little tidbit on something that has destroyed my mind:
THERE'S A HELLO KITTY VIBRATOR!
That is so wrong on so many levels. Just thought I'd share my mind-shatteredness with all of you.
|Wednesday, April 9th, 2003|
Apparently there was a fire in the Rideau Centre Chapters this morning. For some reason this really depresses me. I'm very overprotective of books. I cringe whenever I see someone manhandling one, and the knowledge that an untold number have been destroyed, well it's just sad to me. I think I'll hold a little memorial for all of the lost books.
|Tuesday, April 8th, 2003|
Okay, here's the drill: These are the independent studies I have do for School:
LAW Essay w/oral report: "Who was Jack the Ripper"
Accounting: Three Large case studies each about the size of your average Independent study
ENGOA: Essay w/oral report: "The evolution of cyberpunk"
Writer's Craft: Short Story assignment, 3500 words
Screenplay: 4000 words
Culminating Task: one act play, bloody long.
In other words, no life for Thomas for a bit. In other news,even though everyone who reads this journal knows this by now, I have a blind date tommorow. I've never really been on a date before, let alone with a stranger. I'm nervous. Anyone have any useful suggestions? That's really about it for now, I'll try and make an update later this week, for news of how date o'doom went.
|Wednesday, April 2nd, 2003|
Okay... Let's try and continue, Alex was walking away, one of the guys ran at him, Alex looked over his shoulder, saw the guy almost on hime with his fist raised, so Alex kicked backwards, and heard a loud crunch as the guy's kneecap shattered. His two friends then joined the fray. Alex downed the first with a ounch to the face. (He hit him in the mouth, cut hus hand up pretty badly, but the guy lost a few teeth) And the third managed to grab Alex by his jacket collard and ounch him in the stomach; bad idea Alex has very sexily well developed abs. Alex kicked him in the balls and elbowed him in the crotch. He then decided to be smart and ran away. He also decided to be smart and went to the police and filed an incident report. He was able to give the police a good description, and the police said they'd look for someone who went into the hospital with a broken knee and who matched the description. Anyway, the point of this story is that sometimes people get what they deserve, even when we think they won't.
|Monday, March 31st, 2003|
My strong belief in Karma was once again reaffirmed(sp?) today. I don't remember if I told people this or not, but late on Wednesday night over the March break, a group of five short, 14 year old wiggers tried to pick a fight with me and my friends, as well as spit on us. I was really amused by the situation,(Bill and Alex are very strong, as well as tall, they would have torn them apart, plus I'm a really dirty fighter.) but annoyed, as one of them actually managed to get a bit of spit on my jacket. Well, Alex was heading home from the market after meeting a friend for coffee last night, and decided to cut through and alleyway. (1st stupid thing he did) He saw three of the wiggers from that night, and the one who spit on me saw him. The spitting midget saw Alex, and shouted "Motherfucker!" Alex then did the second stupid thing. He put his hand in his jacket and turned around, hoping to avoid confrontation. Hang on, evil librarian kicking me off, will continue story later.
|Sunday, March 23rd, 2003|
Well yesterday was highly amusing. What would have been a normal, if pretty good, day was turned into one of great amusement for myself. I was waiting to get the bus on Elgin street to go to Orpheus for the Grease banquet, when I saw my ex James walk by. I immediately noticed three things:
1) He'd put on weight (not much, he just isn't the lithe sexy man he once was), and had a really ugly haircut.
2) His amazing dress sense also went the way of his good looks.
3) He was travelling with and middle aged woman, who I first assumed was a relative of some sort, but when he stopped at the corner for a traffic light and they decided to have a little game of suck face.
My conclusion: James has become a gigolo, whoring himself out to older, desperate women.
I am highly amused by this for some reason...
Also, I wore a tight blue shiny rubber short-shorted jumpsuit for the crew show at Orpheus, and for some reasone really enjoyed it. That's it for today.
|Thursday, February 27th, 2003|
After several months of writer's block, inspiration has finally floated its way into my head, and I'm suffering from a bad case of creative overkill. I've got so many good and original ideas that I can't do anything besides write them down, including sleep or do homework, two things that would be of great benifit to me right now. I decided that since I had free time, I'd post in my abused and neglected LJ. In case anyone's wondering I've made the following discoveries:
1) There is no way that I'm gong to my prom, I won't have enough money.
2) My English teacher marks at random.
3) Feet are gross.
The third I decided upon after digging out one of my grandmother's ingrown toenails for her. (icky huh?)
4) Jellybeans with 6 brownie-caramel waffles for breakfast, while sounding good, is a bad idea.
5) I like my hair long and messy.
6) I don't think I've finally reached a point where I'm healthy, from a mental standpoint.
7) Thongs on big fat guys are unnatractive.
8) Body hair should be forever done away with.
9) Never pick up the newspaper in an open bathrobe, no matter how quiet it seems outside.
10) I really hate people who think that constantly berating, mocking and being a downright asshole to people is funny.
11) I'm really bloody tired
12) I'm wearing my underwear on my head
That's all, if I have any more sudden revalations, I'l be sure to post them. Current Mood: artistic
|Thursday, November 14th, 2002|
Is that how you spell Cinderella? I really haven't a clue. I've recently begun working backstage on this play and it's eating almost all of my spare time, so i'm not going to see any of the fun people who read this journal. (even if there is only two of you.) And now, because I'm vain, I'd like people to fill out the quiz Rabby had:
1. What song (if any) reminds you of me?
2. Do I remind you of any characters on TV?
3. If you could rename me... what would my name be?
4. Have you ever had a dream about me?
5. Do you think I'm a virgin?
6. If you just met me how old would you guess I am?
7. Am I huggable?
8. If you could give me anything... what would it be?
9. If you could promise me anything.. what would it be?
+ Personal +
1. Am I ugly, average, decent, good looking, beautiful, hot, etc?
2. Would you ever kiss me?
3. Have you ever considered asking me out?
4. Do you ever think about me offline?
5. If we spent a day together... where would we go and what would we do?
6. If you could describe me in one word... what would that word be?
7. Do you/have you ever had a crush on me?
8. When we first met, what were your thoughts?
9. If you had to describe to someone who I am and what I am like, what would you tell them?
10. What are my faults?
11. My strengths?
+ Everybody +
1. Do you wish we were closer?
2. State here your completely honest opinion of me.
Anywhow, I've decided to join the Army Reserves next summer, rather than this upcoming one, so that I can spend one last summer with my friends. This also means I get to attend Anime North. (Rabby, who should I go as? Do you need a Mr. K? I've got some fun costume ideas for him.) Also, if people could tell me possibile things they might want for future gift giving occasions, I would much appreciate it. (christmas, b-days, etc...) Well, I guess that's about it. I really should update this thing more often...
|Saturday, October 26th, 2002|
|Death of a loyal companion
I'm writing this message from my firend Alex's computer, where I'm supposed to be working on a project. Just informing you that my computer has more or less exploded, so I'm gonna be away from any sort of internet or anything for a while, so please forgive me if I don't comment. I'll try and repair my computer as soon as possible, but it might take a while. Also, does anyone have any halloween costume suggestions?
|Sunday, October 6th, 2002|
Well, you can safely ignore my last entry. I didn't realize that it mattered that much to people, and I was jsut being lazy, so I've decided to continue updating. I'll probably only be able to update once a week, but that's better than nothing, I suppose.
Anyway, this weekend was my eighteenth birthday. I had a great deal of fun, got some nice presents, ate good food, but I was expecting to feel a little bit different now that I'm eighteen. I suppose it was silly of me to think so, but I still feel a little bit disappointed that everything's the same.
Also, does anyone know why people like to give disgusting and strange gag gifts? I jsut can't figure it out.
|Wednesday, August 14th, 2002|
Well, most of the people who read this journal probably already know this by now, but here it is anyway: Krissy and I have broken up. The reason for this wasn't a fight or anything, we're on good terms with each other, and plan on remaining good friends. So... Yeah, I'm going through a bunch of emotions all at the same time, but I'm doing pretty well, considering.
Aside from that, there isn't really a whole lot to say lately. I had a job, but then lost it, I've been spending most of my days wathcing anime and playing video games, with some excercise thrown in for good measure. So needless to say, I'm very very bored.
Message to Brian: What the heck happened last Sunday? I was waiting at the mall for 45 minutes and you never showed!
Message to Rabby: Would you be at all willing to do a commissioned picture for me? If you need some kind of compensation, I'm sure I can come up with something.
Message to Jen: Now that I'm no longer in the sales business, I'm free to dye my hair how I want. Which do you think wouyld be best: semi-dark purple, blood red (what I did last time) or the indigo purple stuff?
Message to Krissy: I've begun putting the finishing touches on the short story, I should have it finished by the end of the week, but I can never give a guranteed deadline with these things. (I guess my break didn't last as long as I expected, huh Rabby?)
Message to noone and everyone: Which do you prefer in a serious story: An all around happy ending, a sorta happy, sorta depressing ending, or just a plain old depressing ending?
Please comment so I know that I'm loved. If you don't, I'll hunt you down and beat you with a mackeral. Or in Rabby's case a fatty tuna.
Talk to you all soon. I hope...
|Wednesday, July 17th, 2002|
|Way too long...
I need to update this journal more often. Unfortunately, despite the fact that I seem to have nothing but spare time lately, I can;t find the time to do the things I was planning this summer. I've been skimping my duties at openrant, I've barely done any writing, and, while my goal of beggining to get physically fit hasn't been entirely neglected, I haven't been working out nearly as much as I should be. Oh yeah, I've got a job at chapters starting in August, but I've got this fear about screwing up like I did in my last couple jobs and losing it. So what have I been doing to shirk all these things? I don't really know. I seem to forget everything I've done five minutes after I've started. Maybe this is a result of brain damage from one too many blows to the head (God knows, I've had my share of them) But I seem to have lost whatever memory I had left.
On a seperate topic, I've discovered that while I have no problem with kids, I really can't stand it when they do unpleasantly revolting things. Like try to suck my socked toe, or my nose, or anything else, or throw the youghurt that was just in their mouth at me, or just do gross kid like things. How will I ever be able to deal with these things should I ever have kids one day? I think I just want my kids to arrive at the age of four and a half, nice and toilet/drool/table trained. Then I could deal. Current Mood: lethargic