The left me here for dead, my dear, barely breathing, but I'm still breathing

Anyone who is expecting a big post about my trip to France is going to be disappointed.

Instead, anime and pretzels!




Current mood: Salted, with a cripsy texture
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Almost...

Home on Wednesday, prepare to drink.

My plans for the week are as follows:
-get home on Wednesday, around 8pm
-will drink on Wednesday
-Take the Focus in for a checkup on Thursday
-Mall or downtown on Friday
-Jay-bird's on saturday, more drinking
-Sunday = hangover

I can't wait. See you folks on the other side of the Atlantic, we're going for a pint as soon as I land.

edit: I return to the Motherland at 4:30PM. Mark your calendars, children.

Oh, and July 1st is going to be very...Hip?



Current mood: GRAHHH
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There's someone in my head but it's not me

This should be interesting.

First off, the last post was a bit of a farce, I didn't have time left on my internet card to explain what it was about. In Toronto, before flying to Europe, I picked up a bottle of Jack Daniel's. I carried it with me for a few days until I accidentally left it in Calais. I figured that was the end, but my dad decided to drive back to Calais to get it, so we did. We then drove down the length of France, through northern Spain, and finally to Provence in the south of France. I went to the trunk to find a bottle of water, and when I opened the trunk I heard a sort of CNSHH and found my bag with the JD on the ground. Never fucking fails.

Anyhow, my trip. I'm sitting here in this internet cafè in Marseille, France, whilst visiting family. Thing is, I can't really visit, as my ability to speak French has pretty much inexplicably gone down the shitter. I try, and I can make basic conversation, but sometimes I screw up and my dad mocks me, then I shut my trap. Doesn't work too well. I swear to god, if I wasn't leaving in 9 days, I'd go apeshit. Being able to speak English to only one person in limited amounts is fucking unamusing. If it wasn't for my temporary escape to the internet, I'd really go nuts.

I've got some emails to write, back in a few days, if I can.

Later folks
Current mood: headache, French
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"You can actually freeze-frame the point where his heart splits into two"

4000 Kilometres from home and I still manage to be a big fucking tool. The imagination is a fucking worthless thing to have.

At least this is written in a fancy default Mac font, needed something good out of this.


Current mood: floating in the milk
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There's a feeling I get when I look to the West, and my spirit is crying for leaving

[Note: this was written in my notebook on the plane to Europe on the 3rd of June]

Sitting on the plane right now, damned if I know what time it is...shit. At home it's 11:53pm and midair it's...no clue. Either way, sun's on the rise outside. I think we're over Scotland or the North Sea...done the Atlantic Crossing. All crashes from here on aren't going to be as light and fluffy as water-based ones are.

I'm fucking wired. Coffee > *. Hoooooooooo-boy. Combine my caffiene high, my already shitty writing skills and slight turbulence, and this page looks to be written in goddamn sanskrit.

Oh, whee. Breakfast is served.

Oh, whee. I can't fucking eat any of it. Cereal, cereal bar, and milk? I'm lactose intolerant. Pulp-free orange juice? I have citric acid issues. Oh, look, crackers! Wait, wait..."crackers with cheddar cheese." So, what's for breeakfast then? More coffee.

I have just noticed my peculiar pen. Purple gel pen. Super-fucking flamboyant pen. I shall name it Prince.

How I wish I had a laptop. That way I could watch non-shitty movies and hear my own - good - music here. Shit, two episodes into Midori no Hibi and I'm hooked. I'm compelled to draw a special picture.

(edit: will scan it when I can)

Why the shit did I wear my Cons on the plane - again? Feet expand on planes, idiot.

Bah



Current mood: hungry, over Scotland
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1944

We landed in Amsterdam and promptly got our car and fled (I know, I know...). We got to the Peugeot dealership and got our keys in the most sketchy place. The "office" had 2 tables, a Pepsi machine, an odd number of chairs, and enough cigarette butts to fill a grave. The Dutch...strange fucking folk, they are.

So, off we went. I passed out, missed Belgium (word to my homie Pras), arrived in Calais, and got a hotel. In a nutshell. Went for a walk to the beach to see Ben (Dover), saw dick all. One of the best things in France is their pastries, one being their beignets (doughnuts):. They rock the Casbah. Had ourselves a fancy dinner, then I had the shittiest sleep of my life. Worst. Futon. Ever. I kept rolling to the middle. Back was so sore. Bah, sleeping on the floor tonight.



Current mood: sore
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Newest post begins....NOW

June 9, 2004

Zoso
Age: 19 +1

ZOSO LEVELLED UP!


...I'm twenty now, and I play far too much Final Fantasy Tactics.

20 eh? Wow...what the hell have I done thus far? I've become the best damn oxygen thief in the world, that's what.

Since last post I've done the following:

-left calais
-went to Normandy
-stayed in Rouen for 2 days
-forgot my booze in Calais
-went BACK to Calais
-drove to Blois
-drove to Biarritz
-going to bed

Ahhh, I'm sick of these keyboards. MERDE SUR LA KEYBOARD FRANCAISE.

Rock en France. A demain, tout le monde. Gad my French sucks.

And a man just farted next to me.


Current mood: s
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Valid 6 months after inital use

Quick rundown:

Normandy looks like the default WinXP desktop
The beaches are still there
People are useless at driving
The sun, it burns
Stella Artois is alright
Adelscott is better (beer/whiskey)
French girls are hot
And my card for the comp is running out. 15 seconds



Current mood: slow
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Do do do DO, do dooo do do do doooooooooo

Well, hello children, I'm in France right now. I've got a big post to write, but my dad's being creepy as shit so I can't really post jack right now. I'm in Calais, close to jolly olde England. Whee. We're heading down to Normandy today for the D-Day commemorations. Should be fun.


Current mood: Francais
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Battery Low - Charge Phone

Probably the last time I'll post before leaving to France for about a month. I'll be back on the 23rd of June.

Midori no Hibi is fucking great. I'm finally catching up on some anime I've missed in the past year or so, and I've finally started this, and...wow. It's hilarious thus far.

Hmm, I have a flight tomorrow at 6pm, better get as much sleep as I can now. Night folks, see you in a month.

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go,
I'm standing here outside the door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.
But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn',
The Taxi's waitin', he's blown his horn.
Already I'm so lonesome I could die.

Chorus
So kiss me and smile for me,
Tell me that you'll wait for me,
Hold me like you never let me go.
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane,
Don't know when I'll be back again.
Oh babe, I hate to go.

There's so many times I've let you down,
So many times I've played around,
I tell you now they don't mean a thing.
Ev'ry place I go I'll think of you
Ev'ry song I sing I sing for you.
When I come back I'll bring your wedding ring.

Chorus

Now the time has come to leave you,
One more time let me kiss you,
Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way.
Dream about the days to come,
When I won't have to leave alone,
About the times I won't have to say.

Chorus





Current mood: bittersweet (symphony, that's liiiife)
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Never know what you've got til it's gone, they've paved paradise, put up a parking lot

Soulbreaking by the Tea Party

If fate holds a purpose
You feel fate will lend a hand
It saves face deserts you
and deals grace from underhand
And every time the past's awakened
Every time your soul starts breaking

You can't stand the distance
You can't stand to not to be afraid
You won't show resisitance
You can't seem to run away
'cause every time the past's awakened
Every time your soul starts breaking

In the face of the fire
You see angels conspire
Will they hear your desires
Will they stop your soulbreaking
Could they stop your soulbreaking

You won't say you're hurting
You still dream in the undertow
Just a safe place a haven
Just a kind face just to overthrow
Every time the past's awakened
Every time your soul starts breaking

In the face of the fire
You see angels conspire
Will they hear your desires
Will they stop your soulbreaking
Could they stop your soulbreaking

Every time the past's awakened
Every time my soul starts breaking


Sometimes I can be very stupid...grahhhh.


Current mood: confused
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Whiskey in the jar-o

Often I've been called a heartless, insensitive prick. Often people are right. I've never been good at displaying emotion - I've gotten to be a little hardassed like that over time - but when I try to come out and say that I'm worried about someone, god forbid emote, I tend to be unintentionally callous and harsh. Then, in turn, I end up feeling bad, worse than before. Then I have to try REALLY hard to un-fuck-up. Case in point: A good friend of mine just started seeing a guy. That's all well and good. As any guy who is good friends with a girl will attest, it's easy to get kind of protective of her. This is a given, no? Well, most times guys just brood about it, and complain about the girl's choice til she either marries the guy (then he's fine) or dumps him (he was a dick anyways). Most times, it's just a meaningless waste of emotions. Other times, like now, for instance, it's serious. Anyone who's grown up in a rural area knows that there are towns that are "black holes". You know the type, the town that everyone kind of jokes about nonchalantly, the town that has a reputation of being a party/drinking town, the town that's got half its population employed by the nearby car plant. Fun place to visit, if you're a drinker, I suppose, though I'd never want to live there. Now, my friend's quasi-dating a guy from one of these towns. Common story, she's got potential, he doesn't, he'll work at the factory, they've got a kid by the time she's 22, living in an apartment above a hardware store and there they will stay until they either split up or grow old and useless. Sure, it sounds like I'm painting a grim picture, but it happens far too often, and I'm too good of friends with this girl to just let it happen. She's kind of naïve, she likes the booze, she likes the attention she gets from people at the parties every weekend, but she just doesn't think deeper than that sometimes. I could give her more credit, I suppose, and I haven't sat down and talked to her about it, but here's where this thing comes full circle: my inability to communicate about how I feel about things bites me in the ass once again. Meh.

In retrospect, I've painted quite a bad picture of her. Since I don't believe in editing my posts to save face, this is the best I can do. Can't really remember what I was thinking at the time, sounds of things I was in a bad mood, and I probably came on quite a lot more harsh than I intended. I tend to do that.

I'm leaving to France in a few days, so expect very little from me during the month of June. And expect very little written about the trip at the end. We'll see.

I've been reading a new manga, just picked it up this past weekend, Negima. Written by Ken Akamatsu (same guy who did Love Hina), this thing's a hoot. There's a definite Harry Potter influence, but it's pushed back in favour of the characters, and in this case, only the main character (Negi) is a wizard. There's a ton of fan service too. God I sound like a loser.

Thanks to my buddy Pero^2, I've been thinking of picking up Comic Party and Happy Lesson. I really need someone to influence me to watch some of the darker stuff. Brooding is fun.

I could've sworn I saw the Olymptic Torch the other day. There was a ton of people running down Yonge St. with a torch, and a big police escort. That is really cool if it was the real thing.

This is the goddamn link of the week.



Current mood: Unsure
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