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1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.

So post in this entry and I'll reply with answers. =D

Oh, and:

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/hobbits

Ahahahahahahahaha. lolroflmfaosmipmslol!!!!!111

Total volume of music files on the PC: 4.92 Gigs.

Song listening to at the moment: Only by Nine Inch Nails.

Well the tiniest little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be a scab
And I had this funny feeling, like I just knew it's something bad

I just couldn't leave it alone
Picking at that scab
It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
But I climbed through

Now I'm somewhere I am not supposed to be
And I can see things I know I really shouldn't see
And now I know why now, now I know why
Things aren't as pretty, on the inside


Last CD bought: Incubus, A Crow Left of the Murder.

5 songs that are special to me or those I listen to often:
1. Lateralus - Tool
2. Mr. Writer - Stereophonics
3. Losing My Religion - R.E.M
4. Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd
5. Get It Faster - Jimmy Eat World


Gravity of Love and Kung Fu Fighting are awesome songs, Amelia.

Lauren has no taste in music, though. =P

God I wish I could sleep.

List five songs that you are currently digging ... it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now.
Post these instructions, the artist and five songs in your blog . Then tag other people to see what they're listening to.

Gwen Stefani - Holla Back Girl
Collide - White Rabbit
Moby - Extreme Ways
Barenaked Ladies - Alcohol
Killswitch Engage - My Last Serenade

Yes, those first three are true. Damn Lauren getting those songs stuck in my head.

This shit is bananas.... B A N A N A S.

Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him ….what?

A super callused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

...

I haven't laughed so hard at a joke in a long time.

Lots of usual funny shit has happened since I last posted. Lemme see what I can share... .... oh yea, my mother's best friend and her daughter have been living with us in our small apartment since November 15th.

SO FUNNY RIGHT OMG LOL!!!! =)

...

They're going 2 weeks today. I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY.

Back to explicating W.K. Clifford!

Tom away!

Take the quiz: "What type of attitude problem do you have? (pics)"

Your Funny
You mean to make the people around you laugh, you probably dont even mean what you say. But if it gets a reaction then you'll say it. Here's a comment for you to try...

Not much else to say. I turn 19 on Sunday... I'm old.

Who the fuck does a student card check at a GOD DAMN FUCKING UNIVERSITY BUS STOP?! WHO!? I'll tell you, the BALD HEADED WANKER THAT DRIVES THE 196A BUS WITH HIS FUCKING ASS.

Holy fuck, I'm at University so that means I AM A FUCKING STUDENT I HAVE A BACKPACK ON YOU SEE NO I DO NOT CARRY SHIT AROUND IN IT I ACTUALLY HAVE BOOKS AND WORK SO WHY DON'T YOU LOOK IN AND CHECK AFTER ALL YOU ARE DRIVING A FUCKING UNIVERSITY ROCKET BUS!!!!!!!

Where does the TTC hire these people? WANTED: FACIST ASSFUCKS WHO ARE WILLING TO SIT BEHIND A STEERING WHEEL FOR HOURS AT A TIME WHILE ANNOYING PEOPLE FOR MONEY THEY OBVIOUS DON'T NEED TO PAY.

"Durrr.... damn fuck Bob, that sounds like my kind of job!"

What's next, will places start taking away eldery discounts to people without proof of ID? "Oh yea, you sure LOOK like you're 85 Mrs. Robinson, but I'm afraid I can't give you the reduced price without some I.D"

So fucking stupid.

http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/lemony_snickets/

I know it's based on a children's book, but it still looks fucking great. Jim Carrey seems to play the role well.

"I'm sorry... I don't speak monkey" cracks me up everytime. Oh man, the look on his face. Hahaha.

Dentist: Okay Thomas, open wide.
Tom: Okay Doc, is that far en--- AWHHHW WHWHW WHWH HWWTF?!?!
Dentist: So you're from Wales, huh?
Tom: RJWJHWJKH!JH E!JK!H KJ!!JKH! !
Dentist: Cardiff is the Capital, are you impressed I knew that?
Tom: WTFBQ!!!?! ... -*stops* *Nods*- ... OWWOD WDWJHDJW

Why are they allowed to get sharp metal hooks and dig them between your teeth and scrape your fucking gums away? My mouth was full of blood more than once. I have no problems with going to the dentist, drills and such don't scare me, but sharp metal hooks slicing my gums isn't a fun experience.

Anyway. Lauren is currently "Away" and has been for about... 8 hours? I'm guessing she's not there. You know, just a small guess. She's fallen asleep, so I'll leave a message here: My uncle showed me the "new" route to get to York and it was the exact same one we went on the way back last week. You remember? It was the time I was so tired that I started doing the Hammer Time dance at the station because the bus was taking so long... holy crap I was tired.

I took two naps today, then I woke up to what can only be described as a monster's roar coming from the next room. I'm not sure which one of them is snoring, Sam or mom, but holy shit did it scare the fuck out of me.

I had to go shopping with the family today. "The Family" - yea, fuck, all three of us. What an expedition. Sam was being a complete bitch but I discovered that the game Yellow Car has been passed onto the Canadians.

Yellow Car is a game Owen made up, so I started playing it on my vacation. There's only a few rules: If you see a Yellow Car at any point, at any time, you turn to the nearest person and punch them soundly anywhere you want. The same car cannot be called twice, and doing so means the other player gets a free hit on you.

Of course, when I played that with Owen we used to go for the face or the ribs, so to get revenge the game evolved into many things. "Green Sign!" "Red Wrapper!" etc, etc, going all the way to me pointing to Owen and saying "Closest Homosexual" and digging him in the ribs. I think he winded me in the stomach for that one. =D

Eh... University isn't as great as I thought it was going to be. So far it's just like High School but with more freedom and a lot more reading to do. I'll reserve my final judgement until I have a month or two, though.

Where to start...

The last 4 days have been a blur to me, so let's see if I can recount them at anything close to fact, or gospel, or whatever.

Last tuesday I went to York for a pointless orientation session. Lauren and I went to it for the sole reason that it was not a fucking Q&A round that no one learns anything at. What did it turn into? A fucking Q&A round that no learns anything at. Great. Waste of a day.

Oh shit, wait, that was the tuesday before last tuesday. Last tuesday (the one four days ago, not 13 days ago) was actually a useful orientation. Or was that monday? Fuck, I can't even remember 4 days ago. Ah well...

Strangely seems so long ago, but I vaguely remember not having much sleep at all the night before. I remember getting home, eating something microwaved my mom had cooked (she actually fed me, yay...) and literally falling into bed and into sleep 10 seconds later. This was around 7-8 pm, which is so early for me it's not even funny. Well, let's put it this way: I woke up at 4 am and that's usually when I go to bed.

4 am came with a jolt. Nightmare. Can't remember if I've been having more, but that's neither here or there. I was awake for 2 hours then fell back to sleep again.

Wednesday was my *official* first day of University. I had the day off, because I have every wednesday off. I have no idea what I did all day, but I remember I couldn't sleep. I wasn't nervous about University, I didn't have a burning worry in my mind. I just couldn't sleep. I finally dozed at 5:30-6 am, and was woken up at 7:15 to get up and ready to go to York for my first real day, now being a thursday.

I have to get there by 10:30 am, so we leave at 8 am, take the bus, then two trains, then another bus, and we're there for 10am. I have a tutorial class - Lectures are in big halls full of 100+ people, Tutorial's are smaller classes like in highschool with a TA (Teacher's Assitant) - at the 10:30 slot. But it didn't run. You know, they could have fucking posted a sign up instead of letting us wait around for 20 mintues and then deciding to leave ourselves.

Straight after that Tutorial I have a Lecture. Philosophy Lecture. The Prof is great. She made a few jokes, but she's serious enough to know her shit. The class looks fucking great, I'm going to love it. The lecture ran for an hour.

Right afterwards I have another lecture, but I decide to take a stop at the rest room. York Etiquette #473: If the urinal starts erupting piss-water onto the rest room floor, you are allowed to swear very loudly and storm out in a huff, as one of the guys in there did. I don't blame him really. So thanks to the volcanic activity I was semi-late for my lecture.

By semi-late I mean I didn't meet up with Lauren in time and get a seat with her - it's the one class we have together. So I had to sit next to this girl who, ironically enough, ended up being the girl I met when I had my enrolment meeting. Damn she annoyed the fuck out of me.

And I have to commute to university for 3 hours and I have all these dance practices and my major and my church work and I have to go to see my prof to change my lecture and this class is so hard oh my god I'm so happy she's so thorough with what she says and... and...

*Ahem*

The class is utter shit. By the time I ignored the presence of the girl, I actually got to listen to the Prof. I later learned that she's been doing this for a few years, but if you had asked me then I could have sworn we were her first class ever. She kept staring off into space along the walls and ceiling for no apparent reason. She joked and alluded to information she's going to teach us, then looked surprised when no one got the joke. I mean, who the fuck actually sits down and plans a lecture like that? It's like a Biology teacher planning his lesson: I'LL MAKE A JOKE ON THE COMPLEXITY OF OSMOSIS WHICH NO ONE WILL GET BECAUSE I HAVEN'T EXPLAINED IT YET HAHA I AM SO WITTY I SHOULD GET A NOBEL PEACEY PRIZE.

The class is on fucking Medieval Renaissance so why the fuck she spent a whole hour and 15 minutes talking about Ancient Rome is fucking beyond me. "Oh, and Nero... and the fires in Rome... and Constantine and..." yes, I know this, I took a class on it in high school, if I wanted to take another class on it, I would have signed up for "Roman History," NOT "Medieval Renaissance."

If I hadn't had taken that course on Rome in high school, I wouldn't have had a fucking clue what the hell she was talking at us. Her voice was going after the first five minutes and she was constantly sipping water through a straw. Her shirt had a huge collar and kept covering the microphone. You know, the speakers were right behind her, so you would think, with how fast sound travels and all (900 kph? Something like that?) that she would be the fucking first to realize no one can hear her instead of smiling there like we were all sitting in our underwear.

Oh, and get this. I know we're supposed to take action with getting our books, but this is ridiculous. I was told in the orientation sessions that "You should NOT buy course kits until you're sure you have the right courses and you're keeping the class. Wait until you have a lecture then buy the course kit. Books, you should check with the final reading list, or buy the books and return which ones you don't need." The book store at York is busting with people. If York Bookstore was a shirt, the seams would be thin and tearing apart, so I decided that I would wait until I had all of my classes and get all the books in one shot.

Ahahahahaha. God I'm stupid.

The end of the Medieval Lecture comes about: "Remember, you need the course kit for your next class and tutorial, so go out and buy it RIGHT now!" But I have a lecture right now...

So I go to my Evolution lecture. It was an hour and a half of this guy talking. Sound boring? It was great. He was entertaining, made jokes. He had problems with his mike and admitted them openly, even making a joke about it. He went on about the existance of truth, and how society perceives things; he was more philosophical than scientific. I loved it. He even wrote and published the books we're going to be using in his class. I'm going to enjoy two of my classes at least.

That Lecture ends and I meet Lauren to rush to the York Book Store. We get downstairs. Remember now that the little people in my head are on their 10th cups of coffee and my one hourish of sleep is running out of steam. The basement, where all the course books are kept, was packed full of students pushing and shoving. I met someone else from York - Alex, From Writer's Craft, if you know her - and then went straight to finding this Course Kit that "NEED FOR TOMORROW."

Thirty minutes later I finally find the right section to look in. Twenty minutes later I find out that all the Course Kits are sold out. Let's ponder this shall we?

The Course Kit is a booklet of photocopies from many of the books we're only going to read excerpts from. Instead of having to buy the whole novel or text, we buy the copies in the form of this Course Kit. Each Course Kit is specially designed for the course. If you do not take the course, you don't need the Course Kit. I understand that they will produce less than needed incase people drop the course, but a LOT of people I know got the sold out deal, so how many did they NOT fucking order?

Where's the logic in thinking the majority of people are going to drop the course? And where's the logic in putting all of the Course Kits in the Book Store? I mean, wouldn't it be much easier to, oh I don't know, give them to the Prof so he/she can sell them in the Lecture hall or during Office hours? Wouldn't that make the line ups in the Store a LOT easier to handle?

Geez... well, that basically ruined my mood for the whole day. Seeing how packed it was really drained me. 2 hour commute home. I got in around 7 pm. Dinner wasn't ready, so I had to make something or place an order that may or may not be made. I hadn't eaten anything all day, and the whole place was spinning from lack of sleep. At 7:30 I literally collapsed onto my bed from exhaustion (for the second time this week), with my clothes still on, and woke up 13 hours later. This is where it gets good.

On thursday I woke up, went on a bus, onto a train, onto another train, onto another bus, into University, had four classes, back onto another bus, onto a train, onto another train, onto another bus home, walked to my apartment, fell into bed, woke up, went onto a bus, onto a train, onto another train, then on a bus, to University, sat in a 2 hour tutorital, then back onto a bus, onto a train, onto another train, onto another bus home, then came up to my apartment and stood around wondering what the hell just happened.

My account of today:

Woke up drained despite 13 hours of sleep. Went to York for ONE class that was Medieval Renaissance tutorial. What fun that was. Why they didn't make the information she taught us into a Lecture I have no idea. She's going to have repeat that Lecture to every single one she has, which will be around 8. This class has two Profs and NO TAs, so they share the 8 or so Tutorial Classes. Why they did this is beyond me, but who am I to judge? The class went better because I didn't have the underwear-smiling teacher, but the other one who is kind of cool in a kooky kind of way.

That's my report. I'm missing things, but I can't remember them all.

(Oh, and on the subway there have been experiences with Blind People, Crazy People, Reading People, Talking People, Adult Video Store Owner People (one guy) Who Like To Talk To Tom, Cellphone People, Shoving People, power cuts, and a little girl begging for money with a sign that said her mother and brother were sick.)

You may have seen this before - if you have, PLEASE don't spoil the answer.


This problem is supposed to have been compiled by Albert Einstein in the 19th century. It is reported that he said that 98% of the people in the world would be unable solve it.

Facts:

1: There are 5 houses in 5 different colours.
2: In each house lives a person with a different nationality.
3: These 5 owners drink a certain beverage, smoke a certain brand of cigar and keep a certain pet.
4: No owners have the same pet, smoke the same brand of cigar or drink the same drink.

From the following information, can you determine WHO KEEPS FISH AND WHY?

1: The Brit lives in a red house.
2: The Swede keeps dogs as pets.
3: The Dane drinks tea.
4: The green house is on the left of the white house.
5: The green house owner drinks coffee.
6: The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds.
7: The owner of the yellow house smokes Dunhill.
8: The man living in the house right in the centre drinks milk.
9: The Norwegian lives in the first house.
10: The man who smokes Blend lives next to the one who keeps cats.
11: The man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill.
12: The owner who smokes Blue Master drinks beer.
13: The German smokes Prince.
14: The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.
15: The man who smokes Blend has a neighbour who drinks water.

Okay. So.

I've just spent an hour with Magic. ....Magic. Magic the Cable Guy. A chinese guy named Magic. Yes.

His name was fucking Magic.

Magic (*snicker*) and I had to fix the cable box in my new apartment to get internet and cable tv up and running. So Magic and I found the box in the living room... oh look, the wires don't work. Okay. So. We go downstairs... look for the box on the side of the building... get a ladder... move the ladder... in the end we're outside for ages trying to get this fucking thing to work. Magic forgot a lot of things in the form of tools, since--

Oh, right. Magic was about 2 hours late since the majority of Canadians are assholes (no offense, but I've met a lot of mean middle-aged women in this country) and don't help people when they come to install stuff. Magic was so surprised when I actually offered to help him. Wow. Go Canada, eh?

Anyway. So he forgot a few things, which just made the 6 hour wait in my new apartment for him SO much better. Because, you know, the fucking SECOND I thought "I could have a shower while I wait," he'd be at the fucking door, right? Right. So I had a nap on the sofa while waiting. He was supposed to come between 5-8 pm. I walked downstairs and found him driving his van into the parking lot around 10 pm. He left around 10:45 pm. Fun shit.

So, to cut a long story short, I really had a Magical evening.

.... *Laughs* ...My jokes are getting worse.

God I'm tired.

Anyway. So I moved yesterday. Well.. it has been a while since I posted. Where should I begin? Hm... well, I don't really have much to say. Hm... I'll go ahead with the moving story, then.

We were supposed to move to our new apartment on saturday evening. It had to be changed to Friday because my Uncle and Aunt are selfish fucking sons of bitches who need a to be taught a lesson in respect.

Let me tell you about my aunt... my cat Snowball died about 5 months ago. A few minutes after the cat took her final few breaths in my bathtub where she wanted to lay down, my aunt was cracking jokes. Sure. I told the bitch off and she's been scared of me ever since. This is an idea of how much I despise my aunt. My uncle is on thin fucking ice.

There's much more to them that I won't go into. No need to bore you.

Oh... and incase you don't know, my parents are getting divorced, my dad is going back to Wales on wednesday, and my mother, sister, and myself have left him and that's why we're in the apartment... it just dawned on me some people reading this might not know that.

*Ahem* Yea, moving on.

So the moving day was pushed back to friday. I get up at 1pm and start packing more stuff. I call Lauren since she said she'd help us move, and because she lives close to the apartment. We get the hired van loaded up with boxes and all sorts of stuff and drive to the apartment building at.... was it 3pm, Lauren? I can't remember. Might have been 4pm.

Lauren met us there and helped us unpack. Thank you very much again for that. My mother really, really appreciated it, and so did I. Of course, my dad said nothing about it, but you probably already guessed that.

Moving all the stuff was fun. Dad unpacked the van, mom and Sam moved the stuff into the building and near the elevator on the ground floor. I stacked up the elevator, took it upstairs where me and Lauren would unpack it and take it into the apartment. We had to be on the top floor. We just... *had* ...to be.

That took quite a while. We got it all done. It was almost neverending at points. I had maybe 6 hours sleep and I was exhausted by the time my parents went back for another load. Lauren and I cleared everything away, then she went home and went on vacation the next day.

Yep, 3 days without her. I haven't glued my hands to my face yet, but it just might happen.

It might.

My parents come back with my Uncle, who got off work to help us move the heavy stuff - sofa, closet, etc. We still only had boxes at this point, and we carried them up just like we did the first time.

Ready? Okay. Things always happen. They just have to happen. This is what happened.

We empty the van of the second load and we go back to my house to pick up the next load of things. The van had a big storage space in the back, and a driver's seat and passenger's seat in the front. Two seats. There were five of us - me, Uncle Thomas, Dad, Mom, and my sister Samantha. Me, my uncle, and Sam sat in the back of the van while we drive back to my house to pick up some more stuff. My dad is pulling into the drive way of my house and he decides to have some fun since we're all in the back.

He does this a lot, and it's fine. A fun game. He slams on the brakes then speeds up in short little bursts to get the people rocking over in the van below. It's happened before, and it's very funny.

Except this time Sam fell down and sliced her arm open on the inside of the van.

She's laughing, not realizing what's happened. The car stops and she starts crying. She clutches her arm as she jumps out. Mom moves Sam's hand away to look and her face goes pale. Blood pours down my sister's arm and we're all suddenly running into my house grabbing towels.

Mom: Get a towel! Thomas, go downstairs and get some more from the basement bathroom.

Sam: Is it bad?

Mom: No, no, it's fine, it's just bleeding.

Uncle Thomas: Let me see it?.... Alright.

I come back upstairs with towels, and as my mother wraps the fresh one around the cut I get a glimpse of it.

This beauty was about 5 inches along her arm, and at least an inch wide in the center. God knows how deep it was, but I could see white flesh. The blood was runny and slid from under her skin, not her arm. It wasn't a good sight. She obviously needed stitches, but we were all smart enough not to say that infront of her.

Dad: Let me see? ...Oh, that's bad, you're gonna need a few stitches.

...Well, not all of us were that smart.

Sam: WHAT!? NO! NO NO NO!!... No... *Cries harder*

Way to go, Dad.

Mom: Oh, shit... she needs her health card. The health card is--

At the apartment in one of the many bags/boxes we just moved.

*Sighs*

Me and dad rush back into the van and drive back. I had my Uncle's cell phone incase we couldn't find it. Mom mentioned some blue bags that me and my dad made a mess out of trying to find it. A phone call and much shouting later we had the card and were driving back. The bleeding has stopped at this point, but my aunt came over to drive them to the emergency room. She ended up with 6 stitches in her right arm, and a nice bandage. But only my mom and aunt went with my sister. We still had to move the furniture.

A sofa, a desk, a kitchen table, a dining room table which was mostly glass, a big closet, and a few other boxes. We made two trips, the last one almost resulting in yet another trip to the hospital after my dad slammed on the brakes and almost sent me flying through a big sheet of glass that I was keeping steady in the back. I was very lucky to grab the seat quickly.

The sofa wouldn't get in the elevator, so we had to get it up four flights of stairs and into the apartment. Couple that with moving everything else all day, and you'll know that I was fucking exhausted, especially since it was so hot. With the final trip done, we started to unpack. We met up with Sam and my mom when we brought the last load. My uncle went home, and my dad is staying at the house for now. The apartment is fucking hot, it still is, so I got next to no sleep last night. I went to bed around 6 am, asleep at 7, kept waking up and finally got ou tof bed around 1:30pm.

Today has consisted of moving more boxes, walking back to the house in the heat only to have a fight with my father, then sitting around waiting for Magic.

Hahaha... Magic.

Anyway. That's my little update done. Thanks for reading. ;)

Thirteen random things you like:
01) Cool things like Lightning Balls and Ducks that bounce up and down into a glass.
02) Cups of tea when I've gotten up.
03) Silence outside. Complete silence.
04) A worn book.
05) Loud music.
06) Metaphorical poetry.
07) Being asked good questions.
08) Thunder Storms with heavy rain.
09) Waking up an hour before I have to get up.
10) Talking for hours.
11) Mind puzzles.
12) Finishing something completely.
13) People who don't use "random" every other fucking word.

Twelve movies:
01) Fight Club.
02) The Life of David Gale.
03) Gladiator.
04) Monty Python's Meaning of Life.
05) The Lion King. (*Tom* Why... when he was a young Waaaaart Hoooooog! *Owen* When I was a young Waaaaaaaaaaart Hoooooooooooo-oooooo-oooooooog! *Tom* Very nice! *Owen* THANKS!)
06) The Emperor's New Groove.
07) Finding Nemo.
08) Starship Troopers.
09) Pulp Fiction.
10) Snatch.
11) A Beautiful Mind.
12) Shrek 1/2! *Tom* Hey boss.... let's shave him. Makes me laugh!

Eleven good bands/artists/ Djs
01) Tool.
02) A Perfect Circle.
03) Dream Theater.
04) Radiohead.
05) Incubus.
06) Jimmy Eat World.
07) Weezer.
08) Deftones.
09) The Offspring.
10) Placebo.
11) Filter. - And many more... =(


Ten things about you
01) I'm... uh... patient.
02) I'm constantly semi-sick but hardly ever *really* sick.
03) I don't sleep or eat.
04) Even though I hardly sleep, everyone tells me I sleep *too* much.
05) I drink fuck loads of water.
06) I have the weirdest, most strange and vivid dreams.
07) I love my cat?
08) I like movies!
09) My hair grows too fucking fast.
10) I call my room in my basement my "underground lair."

Nine good friends: (in no particular order)
01) Lauren.
02) Owen.
03) Amelia.
04) Diane.
05) Blaney.
06) Rachel.
07) Claire.
08) Jenni.
09) Emma.


Eight favorite foods/drinks:
01) Water... I agree, Amelia.
02) Coca Cola. Pepsi is... bad, sometimes.
03) Lamb. LAMB.
04) Chicken. Pronounced: Sheekan.
05) Mash potatoes with gravy.
06) Pizza.
07) CHEESE.
08) British food.... pie, chips, chocolate.

Seven Things you wear daily
01) Uh... shirt/t-shirt.
02) Jeans.
03) Boxer shorts.
04) Socks.
05) Shoes.
06) ....Deoderant?
07) Jade's hair.

Six things that annoy you:
01) Arrogant elitest fuckers who sit there and laugh at you inside their mind while secretly being so insecure with their current life and situation in the world that they feel the selfish need to find people they consider below them and mentally pummel them into the ground so they feel better about themselves while they only make it worse you see because they don't get any help and they just continue the problem and make other people feel bad since they put on masks of false pity and emotion.
02) Run on sentences. ;)
03) People who do TOO much. You know... the kind who seem to do EVERYTHING and then complain that they never have a fucking moments peace. FUCKING STOP DOING SO MUCH SHIT AND STOP WASTING MY TIME. Damnit... I hate them. "I don't have time for sleep since I'm so busy with school work and doing church stuff and then going figure skating and dance class then horse riding with my rich dad and... and... and... and..." *Slams head on desk*
04) Ghosts.
05) Overused words... like "random."
06) Myself.

Five things you touch everyday:
01) My toothbrush. =P
02) My cat.
03) Keyboard/mouse.
04) ...Fridge door?
05) My cup.

Four shows you watch:
01) I don't watch TV... but: The Simpsons.
02) Family Guy.
03) Southpark.
04) Seinfeld.

Three celebrities you have a crush on:
01) Rachel Weisz.
02) Rachel Weisz.
03) Rachel Weisz.

Two books your reading?:
01) The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown.
02) The Stand by Stephen King.

One person you could spend the rest of your life with:
01) I have no idea, but unlike Amelia, I don't think I can stand myself for that long. =)

I'm going to start this (probably long) post at the current situation I'm in. I'm at my chair, in my room, typing this journal entry. Obviously. But, the state of my house and room is what I need to say here. I could spend hours to explain it... I could take time and effort to fabricated long sentences and paragraphs to explain to you all what has happened since I left. I could make your hearts well up with the intensity of what has occured, and I don't doubt that if I told it in full, you would share my emotion. But now... I'll just condense it into one, small paragraph:

Sam fucked up my room.

Yep. What else could it have been? ;)

I walked into my room to find popcorn kernals all over my desk, keyboard, and bed-side table. There were smears of something on my keyboard, too, and I'm sure she spilled juice/soda on my mousepad. And it got worse. I logged in to find all her little friends MSN names on the pc, along with songs by Mandy Moore and Hilary Duff.

HILARY FUCKING DUFF AND MANDY MOORE ON A PC THAT HAS OVER TWO HUNDRED HEAVY ROCK SONGS THAT ARE ABOUT AS FAR AWAY FROM MAINSTREAM AS YOU CAN POSSIBLY GET. MANDY FUCKING MOORE!

*Sighs* I'm okay. =)

My trip.... oh, sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. *Ahem*

*Big Spot Lights and Loud Voice... stuff* TOM'S GREAT TRIP TO WALES.

Dun, dun, DUN! *Boom, boom, boom* - Like from King Kong and... ...stuff.

Yea.

So, my plane flight to Wales was shit. It was long, uneventful, and had a shit movie. When I finally got there I was grumpy, but happy to see my friend Owen. Owen Rees. His sister, Bethan, is just about 1 year older than I am (Owen is turning 18 next month, so he's practically a year younger than I am), and she drove us home. I saw Owen's family - I call his mother "mummy" - and his... uhm... cats.

What followed this was 4 weeks of Owen and I doing whatever the fuck we wanted. This included, but not limited to: Running around his house with swords (real swords. REAL) hitting each other, then we did the same with water pistols. We wrestled and punched each other... uhm... we went for very long walks around Cardiff. We watched tv, played video games, watched movies... a lot of movies, tried to go bowling, saw friends.... and tormented his cats.

I saw quite a few movies while I was over there, and I'll try to give a quick rundown of them now:

Troy - Shit, they fucked up the story.
Van Helsing - Very good. Action movie... that's just what I wanted.
Harry Potter - Not that good. Messed up a few things. Owen hated it. =D
Shrek 2 - I've now seen this about 5 times. I love it to death. Makes me laugh!
Fahrenheit 9/11 - Fucking great movie. "There's no opposing arguement." There shouldn't be any! It's a fucking documentary about the CORRUPTION of Bush and the fucking War! "Bush was invested by the Saudi's... but, ya know, in his defense..." NO.
Twisted - Good Thriller. One of the many films that has spawned the saying of mine.... "Is there any damn movie Samuel Jackson ISN'T in!?"
The Devil's Advocate - Fucking great.
Underworld - Fucking not great.

And a few more that I can't remember right now... I could tell you about video games, but I'd bore you.

I saw my old friends, and that went just fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

I saw my *ahem* old family and that went just fiiiiiiiiiiiiine, too. *Ahem* Yea. I nearly gave my grandmother a heart attack by just showing up on her door. Fun stuff.

What else... Cardiff has changed quite a bit. Different shops, different things... the place is tiny now. Tiny, tiny, especially my old school... which is bigger than Wexford, yet the halls were smaaaaaaaaaall.

I thought I had more to say. I'm still jet-lagged... *Roars*

Uhm... anyway. So, I'm kinda back now. I went to York today. I love the campus. I got my courses sorted out. At the beginning I wanted... English: Major Authors, Astronomy, Ancient Greek Mythology and Legend, and Philosohpy. I ended up changing Astronomy for Evolution, and Greek Mythology for a class on Medevial Rea... ... a word I can't spell without the sheet. Something on Medevial Europe. I almost had Mondays off. ALMOST. THIS CLOSE. But when the woman person went to check all my courses, some bastard had just filled up one of my tutorial classes, so I had to change my time table. My earliest class is 9:30 in the morning, and my latest class ends at 4:30pm. I have wednesdays completely off instead of mondays thanks to the change... that means I have 2 days of school, 1 day at work, then 2 days of school, then 2 days at work... *Sighs*

I have presents for people, and a drawing for Amelia from Owen. We hope it'll *like Puss-In-Boots* makes me laugh! ...Uh... Make YOU laugh. I have little keychains if anyone wants one... I have 3 or 4 of them, and I also have a small Welsh flag. These are up for grabs.

It's good to be home. Jade is angry at me, and Julie now has a new home. I didn't say goodbye to my cat Jade, so she's in a complete huff. She doesn't even purr when I stroke her. Fiiiiiiiiiine. She runs away from me... or, waddles... *Shakes his head* Fat kitty.

So, hey everyone. Miss me? =P

Current Mood: Jet-Lagged

Current Music: Incubus - Southern Girl

My dad sent me a scan of my result sheet today:

World Issues -

First: 81.
Final: 91.

Economics -

First: 85.
Final: 70. *Frowns*

English -

First: 50.
Final: 84. (Take THAT Henderson! Fucking bitch)

Average: 81.7

Hm... my other 3 results:

Writer's Craft: I think I got... 83-86. Let's go with 84 in the middle.

Sociology: 77.

Classic Civ: I got 67 or 69... go with 68.

Total average: 79.... Damnit! I wanted an 80! *Grumble*

Ah well.

Happy Birthday, Lauren. I don't have much else to say, apart from making a post to saaaaaaay it. Even though it's kinda late...

uhm... It's British time..... yeeeeeeeeeea. *Ahem*

Good luck being 18. ;)

Er... well, Socialist Britain... but it's the same difference.

I'm gonna keep this short since I don't wanna get wrapped up in a big explaination, nor do I want to spoil all my stories. So, a few point form things:

- Troy is shit. Shit, shit.
- Van Helsing is good.
- Harry Potter, Prisoner of Azkaban was on par with seeing someone take a piss on my childhood heroes. They left too much out... and it was poorly brought together. *Sighs* It wasn't *bad* as far as movie adaptations go... but they could have done it better.
- Owen and Thomas shouldn't fight with real swords. REAL SWORDS.
- Welsh food makes me sick, but it tastes sooooo gooooood.
- Friends always change, family never change.



Oh, and Good Omens is a good book.

Better Personality:

Wackiness: 68/100
Rationality: 52/100
Constructiveness: 60/100
Leadership: 44/100


You are a WECF--Wacky Emotional Constructive Follower. This makes you a candle burning at both ends. You work until you drop, and you play until you can stand to work again. You have so much enthusiasm that you can find it hard to control on your own, and you appreciate the guidance that channels your energy and lets you be your best.

In a relationship, you require lots of attention and support. You often over-contribute and end up feeling depleted and cheated. You may benefit from more time alone than you grant yourself.

Your driving force is the emotional support of others--especially affection. You can run on empty for miles if you have positive energy behind you. Without it--as it occasionally must run dry--you are depressive, listless, and difficult to motivate.

You need a lot of affection. Get it any way you can, but never at the cost of your self-respect or well-being.

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Better Person:

Your score as a human being is 126.3.


You are a pleasure to be with and a pleasure to be. Your friends do not envy so much as admire you, and you lead your life with grace, honor, and dignity. This site is humbled to have you take a test on it.

Which brings one to wonder, what are you doing goofing off on the Internet?




That's bullshit.

LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Thomas Purbrick
-- Birthplace: Cardiff, Wales, BRITAIN (Not England you Canadian fuckers)
-- Gender: Male
-- Eye Color: Hazel - Brown/Green.
-- Hair Color: Dark brownish/redish.
-- Height: About 6 foot.
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty! Lefty are aliens or just attention seekers.
-- Zodiac Sign: Scorpio! Best Zodiac sign EVER, even though it's all bullshit. "Beware of Scooooorpio!" (Won't meant anything unless you're an avid watcher of the Simpsons)

LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: Geez, where do I start? Let's not go further than Welsh and Scottish.
-- The shoes you wore today: My black trainers which I've had for 2 years now. Hm... I need new ones.
-- Your fears: Huge fears? Being completely alone for a long period of time. My own imagination. Very tight, enclosed spaces - and being trapped therein. Hm... small fears: Spiders.
-- Your perfect meal: Slowly cooked lamb, with mash/roast potatoes and gravy. Now I'm hungry.
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Get a book published.

LAYER THREE:
-- Your thoughts first waking up: "Aww... fuck, I was enjoying that dream."
-- Your best physical feature: Eyes, no question there.
-- Your bedtime: Uhm... well. Somedays I pass out around 6pm, but a normal day I usually hit bed around 4 am, then fall asleep an hour later.

LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Coke.
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Very tough one... I love Burger King's burgers, yet McDonald's have great fries. Hm... I'll have to go with Burger King, though.
-- Single or group dates: Mostly single, though I'm not adverse to groups... as in, going out... nothing... else... yea.
-- Adidas or Nike: A.D.I.D.A.S. - All Day I Dream About Sex. ;)
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Ice what? Never tried it in my life.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate.
-- Cappuccino or coffee: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO, NO!!!! HATE HATE.

LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: Fuck no.
-- Cuss: Fuck yes.
-- Sing: When I'm alone, always.
-- Take a shower: What kind of fucking question is this?
-- Have a crush: A Crush? What? One of those tiny infactuations that aren't based on anything? Nope, I don't have one of them. ;)
-- Do you think you've been in love: Yea, don't know if it was good for me or not, yet.
-- Want to go to college: I already am, really. I'm a University Student! Go me!
-- Liked high school: Which one? Hm... no, actually. I wasn't a fan of school. I got bored way too quickly and ended up stunting my own education because of a lack of challenge.
-- Want to get married: Depends on the girl, though 3 children is enough.
-- Believe in yourself: Hardly ever.
-- Get motion sickness: Uhm... if I stand up quickly, sure. If not, no.
-- Think you're attractive: Uh... not at all.
-- Think you're a health freak: Oh God, that's funny. Me?
-- Get along with your parent(s): Oh sure. All the time. We're such a happy family. *Smiles and nods*
-- Like thunderstorms: Fuck yes. Best weather ever. EVER.
-- Play an instrument: I play guitar very badly. As in, I never practice, I don't know the strings, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, but I still pick it up and strum away.

LAYER SIX:
In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: Been almost 3 years since I drank alcohol.
-- Smoked: Never ever.
-- Done a drug: Absolutely nothing, I think. Nothing illegal or legal.
-- Had Sex: Sadly not. :(
-- Made Out: See above. :(
-- Gone on a date: Also see above. :(
-- Gone to the mall?: Yea, I suppose. Mmhm, yep.
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: I don't like Oreos... I only like the white middle.
-- Eaten sushi: Not a fan.
-- Been on stage: Nah. I don't act.... on stage, anyway. ;)
-- Been dumped: I would have to be on a date for thaaat. Keep up, you stupid questionaire!
-- Made homemade cookies: I had a homemade MUFFIN... but I didn't make it, and it wasn't my home.
-- Gone skinny dipping: In Wales? Are you kidding? I'm come out of the water freezing and covered in radioactive shit. As in, shit. Shit from radioactive animals from whatever the fuck is in the water... stupid pollution.
-- Dyed your hair: Almost. Almoooooooost.
-- Stolen anything: Lots of things. Me and Owen get bored. (We steal from each other, not stores, Relax. ;))

LAYER NINE:
(What happened to Layers Seven, Eight, and Nine?)
In a guy/girl..
-- Best eye color?: I don't mind any colour, it's the type that's important.
-- Best hair color?: Dark. No blondes, please... though they can be pretty hot. Rare, though.
-- Short or long hair?: As long as possible.
-- Height: Tall, but shorter than I am by a few inches.
-- Best weight: Weight? Low, I guess... not too low, though. There's a definite limit.
-- Best articles of clothing: Revealing is good to look at, but for an interest... keep things a mystery. ;)

LAYER TEN:
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: Uuuuh... hm... noooooot reeeeeeally.
-- Number of piercings: None, and I never will.
-- Number of tattoos: Wouldn't mind one, but I'd regret it.
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: Four/five.
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: Too many, but what's done is done.

My Japanese name:

Hamano (seaside field) 海斗 Kaito (big dipper of the ocean)


...Yea.... laugh it up, Lauren. Laugh it up.

It's been an interesting day. I ended it by watching "A Beautiful Mind" with the Gladiator guy. Fun... the movie has made me consider the idea that I might be insane. Well... I KNOW I'm insane, but maybe even more so. Never hurts to make sure.

I'm going to sneeze.

It's 6 AM. Maybe I should study. Lauren, should I study? Amelia, should I study? Other-Lauren-Yoda, should I study? Bagel, should I study? Jade, should I study?

She said... oh, she's gone. Oh well. I'm tired.

Beatles song is almost over. Coo-coo-ca-choo. I wanna watch Finding Nemo, now. Heeeeeeey duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude! The fish is fine, by the way. You horrible mother for not inquiring. *Shakes fist*

I sleep now.