tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54924922011-04-21T12:23:18.649-07:00SluttoxYou just got pwnedGabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comBlogger501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1082440932605816712004-04-19T23:02:00.000-07:002004-04-19T23:05:09.513-07:00A minute and a bit left in the Third. Calgary leads 2-1 after a beautiful pair of goals by Iginla. The tension in the audience and across both Vancouver and Calgary is real, and powerful at that. This is the seventh game of the first series Calgary has played in years.
But tragedy strikes the young Flames. A penalty comes with enough time left for Vancouver to pull their goalie and have a solid Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1082352515852096422004-04-18T22:28:00.000-07:002004-04-18T22:31:31.373-07:00Well I never.
So in typical Miller-fashion, Miller felled me and gave me a form of whiplash.
Now, when you get whiplash, it in itself is bad luck. You have restricted movement for five days or so and may have to do physio. I'm really not a fan of restricted movement, and I'm impatient when it comes to injuries. The six or so days of pain after my wisdom teeth were removed is a testament to how Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1081824070738180972004-04-12T19:41:00.000-07:002004-04-12T19:43:59.920-07:00So the final stretch of grade 11 is upon us.
This is a fabled time in every grade. When I think of past grades, April-June is usually pretty sweet. Except for tests. But there's just something to be said about going to school, and it's bright out. And at lunch, going outside, cause it's nice out. Maybe play a little wallball, maybe just hang out. And then, you come home and it's still bright andGabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1081231271032691592004-04-05T23:01:00.000-07:002004-04-05T23:03:53.890-07:00It's sad to think how school looms just around the corner.
But when you think about it realistically, this whole spring break thing is only two weeks long, and two weeks is not that long. And then if you think about it some more, there's only 9-10 weeks more until school is done. Then summer is here. Then if you think some more, summer is over so fast and already we're grade 12s. And summer Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1080952094092211402004-04-02T16:28:00.000-08:002004-04-02T16:30:53.310-08:00I woke up at 1 today. That's about six hours later than when I've been waking up for the past week. It was nothing short of godly.
University tour was a blast. But there is a misconception about U-tour, that we all had, that you would be out every night drinking, partying, and piercing yourself. First off, every night you come back to the hotel, and you're completely exhausted. You simply do notGabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1080276339733751332004-03-25T20:45:00.000-08:002004-03-25T20:50:57.826-08:00Rest In Peace Megan. I hope that wherever you are, you're happy.Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1079935873432893322004-03-21T22:11:00.000-08:002004-03-21T22:13:41.186-08:00 "O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!" - Hamlet, Prince of Denmark
Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1079821668050757442004-03-20T14:27:00.000-08:002004-03-20T14:30:14.200-08:00Wow. This month so far has been what the Spaniards call El Terrible. Bad stuff on the home front, school, friends, sports, and health.
This is my month of birth. Shouldn't it be joyous for me? If you said correct, circle gets the square, cause it's been lame. I got sick on my birthday, and sick the day before, totaling four sick days in a row (two of recuperation). It was subpar, as four days ofGabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1078008608963317132004-02-28T14:50:00.000-08:002004-02-28T14:52:13.826-08:00I just went and made the purchase of the week: Five tickets to Broken Social Scene. Wooot. One for me, and the rest for Rosanna, Kevin, Megan, and Steve.
Broken Social Scene is hot. I get a lot of complaints about them, so I will do my best to respond to these complaints in a reasonable fashion.
Complaint #1: This is so Emo.
Well, I don't know how valid a point that is. Feel Good Lost, their Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1077518635551291892004-02-22T22:43:00.000-08:002004-02-22T22:45:54.856-08:00So I'm talking to Jeff and he mentions in passing that him and Imran had a long conversation about love songs.
Normally, I'd be choking with laughter. In fact, I was choking with laughter. But there are some good love songs out there. My argument would be that you have to look past the Michael Bolton-esque junk to find some good stuff. The kind of stuff you sing in the shower, but then you Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1076469092765484362004-02-10T19:11:00.000-08:002004-02-10T19:13:20.340-08:00So let's be realistic.
I really have no point for writing this.
If what I say to myself is true (and it rarely is), then I don't write this for other people to read this. But then why the hell do I write it where it's visible to everyone?
I'd like to think I don't write to an audience. But that's also not true. I could just write in a book or something, toss it under my bed, and none would be Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1076051176842277082004-02-05T23:06:00.000-08:002004-02-05T23:07:59.576-08:00Hmm. Agreed.
Sunday and Monday rolled through. I was fighting a losing battle. At home, I struggled to make sense of an event I wasn't even part of. I suffered, but I can't relate. When everyone else was mourning, together, at school or at a house, I was walking around Melbourne barefoot. I sought out dark corners and back alleys. The pavement was warm on my bare feet, bruised and cut from Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1075702503605859282004-02-01T22:15:00.000-08:002004-02-01T22:16:42.216-08:00It's one of those days when you want to try heroin. - The WeakerthansGabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1075270447223796102004-01-27T22:14:00.000-08:002004-01-27T22:15:40.856-08:00I've got the same smile now as I will when I'm old
It's cold outside. -41C cold.
The weather matches my temperament
-Dark
-Cold
-Depressing
As we draw close to February I become more and more reminded of the fact that I was not part of the community last year when this happened. I don't know what to say or do. To try and act like Sunday is just another day and try and move on, or sit by Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1072861486412030432003-12-31T01:04:00.000-08:002003-12-31T01:06:21.170-08:00WARNING: THIS IS NOT VERY INTERESTING TO ANYONE BUT ME
What a year, what a year, what a year.
It was a year of dizzying lows and disastrous highs. Two huge forces came to a head and clashed, leaving this a very starnge and surreal year to look back on. The first and greatest was the Avalanche. The Avalance is on the tip of everyone's minds and the back of their tongues, and by now it takes alotGabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1070520410296220502003-12-03T22:46:00.000-08:002003-12-03T22:47:29.046-08:00Hmm. I'm waiting for a CD to burn. So I opted to blog.
Band Camp tomorrow. It's a shame Jeff and Kevin can't go, a grand shame, because they went to all the trouble of getting me the early christmas presents of an extra controller and Mario Party 4 for Gamecube and they aren't coming to enjoy it. Plus, Band Camp is top drawer. It's inexplicable to a non-band member (See: non-nerd) but there's Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1069575598096716722003-11-23T00:19:00.000-08:002003-11-23T00:20:26.356-08:00I'm in the mood to blog.
Blogs are a sad thing really. I think I might disband said blog. The more I think about it the less I want people to see what I'm thinking. So this blog, which has been my biographer for the past however many months, mayhaps depart to another time or place.
So I drove around aimlessly with Steve tonight. We meandered around town, and the basis of the journey was the Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1069138049670151912003-11-17T22:47:00.000-08:002003-11-17T22:47:52.560-08:00Nothing to be said but that I wish I had said more.
In a cool voice.
That made people understand when they heard it.
Women would swoon.
I'm almost positive my writing is borderline mental case now.
I write once a year in still raw sentences with mixed metaphors and no planning.
I remember the good old days of early summer.
They were not so good.
I wrote back then much differently than I write nowGabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1069137324820872142003-11-17T22:35:00.000-08:002003-11-19T22:39:51.610-08:00.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
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@(^(@@#*^(@@^^*&@(((()^Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1068281142947940162003-11-08T00:45:00.000-08:002003-11-08T00:45:40.550-08:00Writing as if my life has had more depth than it actually has.
Night at Rosanna's spent I the. Fun was had, punch was served. General merriment was had. I would enjoy making to be a story up that not exist does, so will I. We broke plates and danced like gibbons on a high after eating banana peels and orange rinds. Nary a well-timed comment was missed by this one, for his gifted tongue and Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1068013003130091462003-11-04T22:16:00.000-08:002003-11-04T22:16:41.530-08:00Before I met you I had no written history.
My life passed down through word of mouth.
Before I met you I drew lines in the sand, pointing my way home,
But time and wind left me there to die.
These empty words I write you now,
Pay homage to my empty soul,
To you they mean endless volumes of truths,
To me they take up space.
Where trails and route maps intersect,
Where life gives way to Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1067676704231710422003-11-01T00:51:00.000-08:002003-11-02T14:32:20.096-08:00That night in Toronto,
With it's checkerboard floors,
Riding on horseback,
And keeping order restored.
'Til the man they couldn't hang,
Stepped to the mic and sang,
And their voices rang,
With that Aryan twang.
So there you have it. It has now been around 9 months from the Avalanche. A lot of people talk about how we never notice these dates, but there was a time when every day mattered. We Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1066974573711779332003-10-23T22:49:00.000-07:002003-10-23T22:49:51.946-07:00(Saythisallinarobotvoiceoutloud)
Timeforafiveminuteblogitoughttobewaaaaaayexciting.
IwroteahistorypaperithinkIdidn'tdoitrightitwasquitegaybecauseIdon'tknowhowtowriteapaperpeoplesaiditwaslikeanessaywithoutathesisbutthatdoesn'tmakesensesoIjustwrotecrapanddidn'tsourceit.
OhshitIforgotaboutmyagencieswriteupIneverdothatcrapanymoreasmuchfunasagenciesiswedoallthesamestuffnowadays.
Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1066800160997695302003-10-21T22:22:00.000-07:002003-10-21T22:22:40.836-07:00So this is it.
Hmmm. It's less than what I expected. Maybe if I moved that painting to this wall or got a new sofa.
-No, I'm pretty sure it will stay the same.
Don't give me your thick layers of subtext. The only thick layers I'm looking for are thick layers of pastrami.
-Look at yourself David. You're going crazy.
You're going crazy.
-You can't even write a good blog.
That facial Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1065944637624365002003-10-12T00:43:00.000-07:002003-10-12T00:43:57.163-07:00An Interview with David Groves (Part 1 of 2)
Interviewer: Well David, thankyou for agreeing to do this interview. I know you've been busy lately and it's a sincere pleasure to speak with you.
David: I've been busy, that is true. But let me warn you, I'm not here to be ambushed and asked awkward questions. That women asked me to have sex with her and no court can prove otherwise.
I: I gathered Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1065590217764620892003-10-07T22:16:00.000-07:002003-10-07T22:16:57.680-07:00What is my tragic flaw?
Hamlet's tragic flaw was that he was unwilling to act upon his suspicions. Macbeth's tragic flaw is that he was too ambitious, or rather his wife was. Romeo and Juliet suffered from a lack of perspective. Othello suffered rage problems. What's wrong with me, intrinsically?
Maybe I'm like Hamlet. I often find myself thinking more than acting. Looking at my long list of Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1065291128820301922003-10-04T11:12:00.000-07:002003-10-04T11:12:08.770-07:00Camping.
Boo. Yah.
It's saturday morning. I'm listening to Jim Bryson, drinking coffee, writing in my blog, and trying to figure out what to bring camping.
This camping trip was a random decision, but a well-placed one. When it was in it's infantile stages, Tuesday I think, I was having a shitty day. Camping seemed to be the greatest idea to have come to man since sliced bread. I just thought Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1064981457704612442003-09-30T21:10:00.000-07:002003-09-30T21:11:17.510-07:00Every morning on the way to school I come to an intersection. If my sister turns left, we head to school. But if we turn right, we head to the mountains. The road, if you head right, drops off so that all you can see from the intersection are the mountains and the foothills, rolling on for miles. Every morning I wonder what would happen if we turned right, and spent the day by some cold glacial Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1064774386267688732003-09-28T11:39:00.000-07:002003-09-28T11:39:45.843-07:00I really don't have much to blog at the moment. But I have something to say and I don't know what it is, so I'll sift around for it.
Last night I sat around with Mike Evans and watched Final Destination 2, who came in from Vancouver for the weekend. There was Conrad/Will's party, but Mike didn't know either of them so we opted to stay home. Apparently it was the drunkest extravaganza since Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1064554298917525422003-09-25T22:31:00.000-07:002003-09-25T22:31:38.753-07:00This is the first time in a while I've the decency to make a post a day after another. Don't get used to it. I just don't have anything else to do.
My step-mom gave me her old classical guitar, which is missing a string and is out of tune, but is really nice. I envision myself in front of dozens of adoring fans, playing weepy and shallow songs and crying alot. Or I might just sit it in my room Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1064463999660484532003-09-24T21:26:00.000-07:002003-09-24T21:26:39.466-07:00I'm angry at TLC.
The Learning Channel, which should be about a broad variety of interesting and stimulating topics, has devolved into Junkyard Wars marathons and Trading Spaces reruns. A channel which is supposed to be a beacon in the darkness which is television, is showing hour-long specials on Crop Circles. Now, not to say I don't enjoy this strange, fringe-science in small doses with a Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1064039534713455772003-09-19T23:32:00.000-07:002003-09-24T21:27:27.186-07:00I just got back from Gen's party.
Perhaps that was entirely too nutty. People showed up that we didn't know, and wouldn't leave when we asked them too. Then the police showed up. And then I stayed back to help clean and talk to the police for Gen, and we drove home.
There was a large disagreement with the people who had to leave. A group of Muslims showed up and said that we were kicking them Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1063778361753984342003-09-16T22:59:00.000-07:002003-09-16T22:59:21.090-07:00I realized shortly after I finished posting I had more to say.
For some reason, I started this blog at the beginning of summer. This reason is most probably that I wanted people to read it and feel connected with me and talk to me, or that someone would see something I didn't in myself and explain it. Originally, it was intended to be a place where I could unload mass amounts of drivel straight Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1063776730628689272003-09-16T22:32:00.000-07:002003-09-16T22:32:10.346-07:00You're no better than anyone else.
I made a failed attempt at contact lenses. I think I'm astigmatic in my left eye. Most people don't understand this and go straight to yelling at me for prefering glasses. They can go right ahead and blow me.
I think I may not have been called Emo Boy enough this week, and it's only Wednesday. I also don't think enough people have decided to lecture me on how Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1063083802723541352003-09-08T22:03:00.000-07:002003-09-08T22:03:22.760-07:00Back. Katie decided that she would rather watch Everwood, your typical terrible teendrama, over Family Guy.
Got my braces off, and my retainer on. People noticed, even though I didn't.
I need to rant about something. Like how the school is trying and failing to make this year better than last year. Or how the people on Paradise Hotel take themselves so seriously, that the only person I like onGabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1063080430494879932003-09-08T21:07:00.000-07:002003-09-08T21:07:10.540-07:00Went to The Weakerthans concert last night. As a concert, it was everything I wanted it to be, so I don't have much else to say but that it was an incredible end to a great weekend.
School. Odland put in a new set of rules preventing us from putting our bags anywhere in the school except on shelves (which there aren't any of) and in our lockers (which aren't big enough). Apparently our bags are Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1062359024662957432003-08-31T12:43:00.000-07:002003-08-31T12:43:44.703-07:00Yesterday I spent the day at John's, watching Futurama and Simpsons and thinking of the impending school year. Then we headed to Faaria's, which was a poorly planned but well-executed jaunt. Despite our lack of planning. lots of people actually did show up, including this new guy Kevin Cooke, an absolutely ginormous Texan. He's a pretty nice guy, but he puts all my years of growing to shame. Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1062263460539182392003-08-30T10:11:00.000-07:002003-08-30T10:18:25.093-07:00This sucks HARD.
It really does. Four days until school.
I won't even try to describe the depression I'm suffering from. I'll just say that the summer was not as long as I had wished, and therefore it blows.
Listening to Aqueous Transmission by Incubus. Mike Evans, the newly appointed Star Trek Afficionado (Yes I punched him because of it) played it for me as we crossed the American border Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1061343436673843182003-08-19T18:37:00.000-07:002003-08-19T18:37:16.746-07:00These titles are growing boring.
It's raining outside. Through my window in front of me I can see the wet shingles of my neighbours roof, which, along side the sound of rain and the cloud cover, is my only clue as to whether it's raining or not. My neighbours (who are new and I haven't met yet) could very easily be hosing down their roof and I don't know it. It could just be cloudy. I should go Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1060621098311322052003-08-11T09:58:00.000-07:002003-08-11T09:58:18.296-07:00You're asked for nothing, so why don't you share it.
So we've hit the stage of summer I call The Delusional Phase. This is about when you've been away from school long enough to forget everything you hated, and all you want to do is go back and hang out wiht all your friends. You get this image in your head of school being a hell of a lot of fun, and you reminisce about the year that passed. Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1060582154815685052003-08-10T23:09:00.000-07:002003-08-10T23:09:14.886-07:00This font is called strong, when it should be called bold.
So I didn't update in a while. When I procrastinate, I go big. But here I am, under penalty of death by Leah, updating. I'm not going to ramble on about my entire trip to Ontario and the two weeks where my cousin was in Calgary because a lot happened. To summarize it, my cousin came, we meandered, played Zelda, saw Matt Good, when to Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1057566784128186242003-07-07T01:33:00.000-07:002003-07-07T01:33:04.083-07:00I'm tired of everything I do.
So Evan showed up and we went virtually from the airport to Kananaskis Delta Lodge. I'd never stayed there before. It's a nice place, and my mom worked there for G8 so she knows everything about the place. From Kananaskis we took a poorly executed shortcut called the Smith-Dorrian Trail all the way in the wrong direction of Canmore and the entrance to Banff NationalGabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1057393873953073202003-07-05T01:31:00.000-07:002003-07-05T01:34:03.553-07:00I am in a bad mood.
I'll get to the bad mood after I run through the last few days.
On Wednesday, Mike came all the way up to my house to get me out of bed to go to Sentry Box. Seemed like too much work to me, but he's a funny man that Evans. We ate at some vegan restaurant (expensive) and then I picked up another Oversold Cemetery and a Haunting Echoes. Hot stuff, although we accomplished veryGabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1057129427696552622003-07-02T00:03:00.000-07:002003-07-05T00:56:30.613-07:00It's been almost a week since I posted. And a week in summer is a long time, especially seeing as how I can't remember anything that has happened. I had two driving lessons somewhere in there. Friday and Monday. I've improved thricefold, which is good cause before I couldn't drive for shit.
Wednesday night I had Reel Big Fish concert. That was sexy. I enjoyed watching Jeff bounce around like an Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1056580756128224902003-06-25T15:39:00.000-07:002003-06-25T15:39:16.136-07:00Hasn't been a particularly eventful couple of days, but my efforts of rehashing my entire summer's chain of events will be useful, eventually. I hope.
Monday morn Mike Evans came over. When I say morn, most people think 10:30 ish. He showed up at 8:15. I hd only been sleeping for maybe 5-6 hours max. We headed over to Starbucks (yes, I know, I hate Starbucks too, but it was so early I would've Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-105633964756604392003-06-22T20:40:00.000-07:002003-06-22T20:40:47.530-07:00Back again. In fact, back from Cirque de Soleil, which was amazingly cool and confusing at the same time. I probably would've understood it had I shelled out the cash to buy a booklet or whatever, but 13 dollars is a helluva waste of money just to understand why some random fat asian guy jumps out sporadically and yell. Hot dogs were 5 bucks! The term suck my balls comes to mind. If I want to eatGabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1056219176708490912003-06-21T11:12:00.000-07:002003-06-21T11:12:56.763-07:00I haven't updated in a while, so I got a hell of a lot of stuff to mill through. I guess this entry starts after I left Jeff's house. I went home to my Dad's and watched Blue Velvet with my sister. Blue Velvet is about a kidnapping in a small town and this guy investigates it, but it gets weirder and weirder until I just had to leave. So Katie drove me to a bus and I took it to my Moms.
Apres Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1056062986643554412003-06-19T15:49:00.000-07:002003-06-19T15:49:46.516-07:00Just so everyone doesn't get too confused, I put my name as Gabriel LaThorne. This is for purposes I cannot disclose, otherwise known as I enjoy the name Gabriel LaThorne.
Soooo.... Blog. I have absolutely no idea why I'm writing this. Anything too personal will not show up on my blog but at the same time I want this to be interesting enough for other people to read it. So I've got to release Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1055994404028922312003-06-18T20:46:00.000-07:002003-06-18T20:46:44.016-07:00This is my second post! Enjoy it. There shall be more. For now however, to the pornmobile!Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492492.post-1055994243331564372003-06-18T20:44:00.000-07:002003-06-18T20:44:03.320-07:00PenisGabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12146165197472493272noreply@blogger.com