<joel> ah, whadda mornin'. well, I got in a "nice" little run this morning. I was accompanied with my good old """friend,""" Mr. Side Stitch! yééé... oh, God - how I hate side stitches during runs. well, I guess I kind of deserve it for not going for a run two weeks ago... but I had my belt test, so no lack in fitness there, that's foh sho. (For all you non-lyrically black out there: Foh sho translated to 'for sure.') lol, anywho, tonight I'll be going to the Stone Church's very own Hard Stone Café with some good ol' pals, it should be chic/amusin'. whoo. em, hmm, perchance I'll go to Alicia's today with Mariel! I haven't been there in ages, really. I realised something about the three of us - (apart from being smart, good-looking, independant, and all that stuff,) we all of younger siblings we resent. Mariel has Neil, Alicia has Amanda, and I have Tom. how 'sweet.' -COUGHITY COUUUGH COUGH- oh, and if you'll mosie on over to Christie's Blog, you'll see that she thinks I'm an icky picky snotty bum! well I'm not, I just a touch of GPMS (Guy Prickly Mango Syndrome) where I was angry, tired, cold, and especially irritable. ech. oh, and Canadian Copyrights, look out! JF and I will soon be recording a lovely opera album, interpreting all of Missy Elliot's elegant songs, "Puuuuut the hang down an rever-her-her-her-se it!" and "I heard she eeeeeaaaaatttt one crack a dayyyyy". how lovely!
I'm crazy,
J-olay
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<joel> ayoye - tough week. :-S in a nutshell... well, as you all know, Monday was a fun-filled snow day... well, I don't know about you, but I found it fun. Tuesday was a nothing day, and I didn't go to Leader Corps because of the weather conditions. Wednesday... well, I got home (off the bus, it was a Wednesday,) a Thomas was being a big bum as normal. if ya'll didn't know, I love sitting in my mom's room alone to relax, do sit ups... drink water, blah blah blah. the point is, Thomas was in there, and said he wanted to use the phone in my room, and I said no. so we got in a little fight, and I scratched his guitar a little bit (on the back of it,) and he freaked. and so did Dad. storming up the stairs, he got ultra-pissed at me. I got ultra-pissed at him. the result? I walk out. I went for a fairly long walk, and under the circumstances, (being in refuge), it wouldn't have seemed nice. but for me, it was an absolutely beautiful walk. I explored Greendale in a way I never had before, walked the roads I've always wondered about, saw charming homes and beautiful snow. it was so nice... so then I came home, and my parents were mad. but, we talked it out. then... (well, on a completely unrelated subject, but it still happened on the same day... Wednesday.) -oh God- I had to go through the day dreading the thought of -shudder- Ju-Jutsu... and I really wanted to bail out, but Sarah & Mirage had made a little 'Let's Make Joel Guilty' alliance. so, I ended up going. and -shock!!!- I actually enjoyed myself! I mean, it wasn't GREAT seeing the people's reaction to my... still yellow belt, but I survived. the next day was mildly uneventful... Danielle and I did our cheesy invention in Techno, it's called Tasse Camarade, (a.k.a. Friendly Cup,) and it's basically a mug that can compliment you, tell you the morning news and to be your friend. how sad. then was theater practice... and man, I am getting my badass role down! I don't mean to brag, but it is SO much better then it was before. and with time, (well... April 12th - BE THERE OR DIE!) I'll be ready and good to perform. so that went well... Today was pretty OK too, it wasn't a bad week. I had theater practice until 5:00 - that was mostly Italians (for all of ya non-theater peeps, it means reading your lines plainly (without emotion) ... preferrably without a script.) but was also a ton o' fun, a lot of hyperness in that room, oh my holy geez. -sigh- I am so busy, yet that is so cool. I dunno why, it just is. and then I'll be going to the 'Hard Stone Café' tommorrow night, it sounds like an interesting little place... I'll be going with a gang I've been hanging out with lately, Marie-E, JF, oh, and Marmen of course, he's right exclusive in that place, really he is. I can't wait! anyways, I think my keyboard is about to spontaniously combust... but before I go, I'd like to say this much: how's that for an update, Steph? loL!!! so I think I'd better be off.
That's my life,
Adiòs.
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<joel> day off! whoo hoo! I never knew mondays could be actually decent! I mean, wowzaz! God... anywho, what's new, what's new. well, there wasn't anything yesterday, apart from doing some homework, which I did last night. I tried to get a hold of Amanda, but she was -working.- I don't know where to go with this situation - I feel horrible because of it, I mean, I really didn't mean to offend her, and she's a great gal, and I hate it when she's mad at me. then again, I hate it when anyone's mad at me. unless I hate them, but in this case I don't. At least Christie isn't mad at me anymore, I think I'll be going to see a movie with her & JF on the weekend, that would be refreshing, I need to get out - even if I am back in my norm... (if I ever even had one.) lol! anywho, I find the whole Columbia shuttle tragedy really sad... not because of a loss of a great spaceship, or the way it makes NASA look, just the astronauts and their families. I mean, think about it. they were... what? 16 minutes away from landing & seeing their families? and then EH-OH! we seem to be disintergrating. I mean, the astronauts remains were scattered over the land. Is that not wrong and horrible? I, for one, think that is simply the worst way to die... because you'd never, ever be together again.
Let's think cheery thoughts,
Pray for the Columbia.
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<joel> hey hey, it's an ickle pickle sunday afternoon, full of winter conditions and ice. as my mother rants on asking God why today couldn't be a school day, I sit here listening to music, chatting with friends and trying to get myself back into order. last night was very trying for me, dealing in and out with the reality of pain, like a drug user without the drugs. it may seem incredibly minor to you, but the physical torture... it amazed me that I held on and did as well as I did. and it feels like those feelings, those efforts - simply went un-merited. that's it, that's all, and it hurt a lot. which didn't help, but at least I'm over all the bad stuff, and I can start freshly anew with my easier semester, and my two productions (Peter Pan & Une Nuit de Fou) should be gratifying, at least. they're stressful to get to, but close to production time, during production time and well after production time, it stays with me in my heart, and it's a truly great thing to have done. -sigh- I love theater. or is it theatre? oh, well. oh, and a little Shout Out to Mariel, this Blog's biggest fan! she's addicted, and I really can't blame her. really. lol
It's going to be...,
A very boring afternoon.
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<joel> For all of you senstive viewers out there: There is a lot of harsh and bad language in the following entry. Please take care. I suck, and I am a retard. I had my Belt Test today. And I God-damn failed. I put myself through what? 4 hours of pure torture? yes, that sounds about right. and when I mean, torture, I mean torture. My muscles were trembling, and I'm amazed that I didn't faint. but no; I held out hope that I'd make it. after the whole cardio jazz thing (oh God) it was time for techniques. I'm not sure how well I did, but I presume it was my downfall. after the white belts were dismissed, it was the rest of the people's time to shine. including me. so anyways, after that, (as hellishly grueling as it had already God-damn fucking been,) we sat on our knees (fuck - ouch) for about a half an hour. then I was called into the room by one of the Sempi's. Shien sat there, and explained that I'd failed... well, somewhat. he gave me the following options: to A) Pass this belt test, but not get another rank until next fucking year, or B) Fail this belt test, and go to another belt test in March in Fredericton to get my orange stripe (to get back with my ranks) and then go to the other belt test in June, and if I pass both, (WHICH I GOD-DAMN WILL) I'll be back to normal come summertime. so, when it was time to go, I could hold on no longer, and I burst out in tears. I'm in tears right now, as a matter of fact. all of the higher ranks rushed over to comfort me that I made an """honourable decision""" (*cough* no because I suck fucking ass *cough*) and I ran out of the room, feeling like a retard. Mom tried to desperately get to me, but I'd already ventured out too far. I was simply the defition of extreme dissapointment, sadness, exhaustion, hunger, dillusion, anger... All in one. So God help me. So I stayed in the van in the garage, the garage door shut, and wept. I had no idea what else to do. I mean, I say this as candidly as possible: Think about it. Extreme physical torture for 4 hours or so with no food, bathroom, or water breaks. only physical torture. and for what? In hopes of getting a coveted belt. did I get one? no. therefore; good effort and well done = belt. fucking retard who's just a horribly stupid retard = no belt. hm. there's only two choices, annnd I didn't get a new belt, but hey! let's all see the FUCKING SUNNY SIDE OF THINGS! YAYYYY!!!! fuck that.
I quit,
Goodbye.
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