Monday, May 12, 2008

i went for a walk and took pictures

Rawr!!!!!!!!!! lol

so Ive been super busy I started two new job, still going to school and im going to graduate in the up coming june!!! cant wait. ..
but any way I went on a three hour waalk the other day, it was pretty nice I took some pictures
hope you like them:

I even saw some moose prints

saw some flowers, well they were the only flowers I've seen, it's been somewhat cool so that why there not that many.

:)

Saturday, March 29, 2008

One of my Favorite Tim Burton poem's (Robot Boy)

Mr. and Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.
They were a normal, happy husband and wife.
One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.
Mrs. Smith would be a mom
which would make him a dad!
But something was wrong with their bundle of joy.
It wasn't human at all,
it was a robot boy!
He wasn't warm and cuddly
and he didn't have skin.
Instead, there was a cold, thin layer of tin.
There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.
He just lay there and stared,
not living or dead.

The only time he seemed alive at all
was with a long extension cord
plugged into the wall.

Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor,
"What have you done to my boy?
He's not flesh and blood,
he's aluminium alloy!"
The doctor said gently,
"What I'm going to say
will sound pretty wild.
But you're not the father
Of this strange-looking child.
You see, there still is some question
about the child's gender,
but we think that its father
is a microwave blender."
The Smiths' lives were now filled
with misery and strife.
Mrs. Smith hated her husband,
and he hated his wife.
He never forgave her unholy alliance:
a sexual encounter
with a kitchen appliance.

And Robot Boy
grew to be a young man,
though he was often mistaken
for a garbage can.
By: Tim Burton

Saturday, March 22, 2008

just back

heys
Well I've been home for about a week now from Toronto,
Toronto was fun, it could have been better but I’m not going to get in to that, (has to do with family).
Well I got on the bus to go to Toronto at 3:50am and got there around 5:30pm. I didn’t end up setting by my self, the bus was packed most of the way down. While I was in Toronto, I didn't end up getting the nape. It's not because I got scared or anything it was that the guy who does that didn’t show up to work that day sadly... Oh well I'll get done later... for sure.
Umm while I was there I got to visit Humber College, that was a lot of fun, I hope I get in to that school!! It's nice
Well I felt Toronto on the 1:50pm bus and got in to town around 3:00 am...
Well on the bus I read Ellen Hopkins, Glass (it is such a good book) its the follow up to Crank…
While on the bus (I hate to say this) there was one of the stupidest person I have ever met… She ask some people who were sitting behind me if they were bother and sister right after they kissed, Asked why there was 70 km on a sign to a town, the stupid question wouldn't stop till she and her friend move to the back of the bus...
Oh well thing like that happen I guess, Well that was my bus trip to Toronto and back, and I must say it went well for my first time going that far on a bus from home...
I just notice how much I use the word well, sorry for that!

Monday, March 3, 2008

random thoughts of T.O.

Well in a few days I will be tasking bus to Toronto. I believe it should talk 14-15 hours from where I am. It should be fun, well I hope, there lots of time for myself to get caught up in school work...Cause that's just what want to do.

I'm not quite sure what I going to do in Toronto, but I'll fine something... I know I spend one day with my sister and other with my brother…

I'm kind of hoping to get a nape piercing… that the one thing I'm really pumped for.. (thats what want).

If I do get a nape piercing I know it will hurt and I might have some problams sleeping for awhile..

Sunday, February 24, 2008

The Horrors of Sleep

BY: Emily Bronte

Sleep brings no joy to me,
Remembrance never dies,
My soul is given to mystery,
And lives is sighs.

Sleep brings no rest to me;
The shadows of the dead
My wakening eyes may never see
Surround my bed.

Sleep brings no hope to me,
In soundest sleep they come,
And with their doleful imag'ry
Deep the gloom.

Sleep brings no strength to me,
No power renewed to brave;
I only sail a wilder sea,
A darker wave.

Sleep brings no friend to me
To soothe and aid to bear;
They all gaze on, how scornfully,
And I despair.

Sleep brings no wish to fret
My harassed heart beneath;
My only wish is to forget
In endless sleep of death.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

harry potter puppet show

I thought this was really cute
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhRNqXQ63XM

Friday, February 1, 2008

Beautiful

I'm not Beautiful like You, I'm Beautiful like ME