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(no subject) [Oct. 14th, 2006|12:54 pm]
I hate that all my friends from HS that I knew before going to Japan are now poor, and living out on their own somewhere.

I hate that I went back to Newfoundland for the first time in 3 years I saw and remembered how poor we really used to be. Overflowing ashtrays in every corner of the room, moth eaten sofas, flyaway hair and haggling over coffee prices.

I hate that my parents are now splitting up and we're back at square one; single mother with 3 kids to feed.

I hate that I have to do grade 11 and grade 12 simontaneously and the other 90% of my time is spent working at a call center.

I hate how misleading and manipulative guys can be.

I hate how people, even random strangers can depend on me for shit.

I hate that I'm taking a chance; that I'm going out on my own, to get an education in one of the most competitive fields in the world - and frankly, the pay isn't that good. There's a chance I might make it big and I'll love my job and be jetsetting from catwalk to catwalk but then there's a chance I'll end up working in the wings of a theatre for 300 bucks a week - not how I want to spend my life.

I hate that I went to the open house for McGill University and now I've rediscovered my passion for university and I want to be a Lawyer again.

I need to think about a lot of shit right now and it's hard. It's so hard.

But my top priority right now is getting as far away from here as I possibly can. Atlantic Canada is NOT the land of opputunity and frankly, it can suck my balls.
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(no subject) [Aug. 14th, 2006|04:14 pm]
Kayla spilled the bizzeans on my operation here.

I'll be deleting my Livejournal within the week. I'm going to use my Myspace as a blog until I find something better.

You know where to find me. It was fun, tata!
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HOME [Jul. 30th, 2006|03:25 pm]
Arriving TOMORROW, JULY 31st at 11:15pm apprx. Halifax Airport.

sorry, I thought it was 4:30 or something before, but checked the times and it won't be until around 11:15 or 11:30 pm.

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(no subject) [May. 28th, 2006|05:58 pm]
I hate to take medicine, I hate when people tell me I'm sick when I know I'm fine.

I hate when people take my age into question when considering if I'm capiable to do something.

I hate when people use past mistakes of mine to judge how my future will play out.

I'm not the weak-ass little bitch you think I am. You'll see.
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(no subject) [May. 18th, 2006|03:42 pm]
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The big fucking picture post of doom [May. 16th, 2006|06:02 pm]
I'm such a sassy bitch.

Here are more pictures than you need of me, Japan and me in Japan. This post is for everyone involved in these pictures to come and save the ones they like and for people who love me to see what I've been up to. Originally, when I gave a damn I was going to cateogorize them all but I have a life and I'm just going to post them. Don't hotlink or I'll rip your balls off with my chipped teeth and circumsize you with a dull needle. SIMONTANEOUSLY.

cause ya didn't wanna see mah ballz all ova ya friendz page, girlCollapse )
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(no subject) [Apr. 29th, 2006|07:08 pm]
I updated the last entry. Everyone go read it. full of pictures.
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Girl, this weave needs to be washed. [Apr. 29th, 2006|01:32 am]
Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

I'm slacking off slash studying slash thinking about naked men taking off designer clothes last period when I decide to hop on the computer in the teacher's lounge and check my messeges. There's one from Yoko saying that I'll be staying at her place for about 10 weeks because someone at my current house has the mumps. Lumpy mumps, you can look but you can touch, mumps. Poor little 3 year old with lady lumps comming out her cheeks. What's she gonna do with all those lumps?

Anyways, I like my current situation so I wasn't over the moon about living with Yoko cause I see her every day and that's fine, but I'm still happy. Instead of biking home, I bike to Yoko's afterschool and things are good. I have a bit of a sore throat but I'm feeling okay.
the next day, I don't have volleyball as usual for a Wednesday and decide I want to keep my weight off and head to the local gym. After an exhausting workout I head home and notice the pain in my throat increesing. I have a slight fever.
I decide I need alcoholic assitance. I get some. I go to bed.

Josiah, Hunny... Ferry Dragmama on 5, hunny we losin you that fat ass!Collapse )
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This one goes out to all the cabbies out there. [Apr. 20th, 2006|03:11 pm]
This is an old story, but I need to write it down somewhere before I forget:

I've been to Osaka about 3 or 4 times. On my most recent visit I was with Rotary and we were staying at some extremely cheap hotel downtown, everyone in single rooms. They had a security guard posted in the front lobby, and only one entrance/exit. It was the last night of our trip covering Hiroshima, Himeji and Osaka and we all kinda wanted to go out with a bang. Every time I've been to Osaka I've left my hotel around 10 and didn't get back in till 6am or 9am so I figured I knew downtown Osaka pretty well, so I drew a map of downtown Osaka for the guys and told them where the good bars were at. It was some kind of special night, cause it was on April Fool's, so people were carrying each other from bar to bar on stretchers getting impossibly drunk. The guys thought this was hilarious and thanked me for the map. They left the hotel around 10:45 or so and got back around 3am.

When I left, however around 12am, I had intentions of going to a huge gay disco that I'd been to before. It wasn't that great the first time but a guy I knew was gonna be there so I went. It was pretty good, when I got there it was packed, hardly enough room to think. Smoke, lights, techno music. About 1/2 the club Japanese, half the club foreign (Most of the forieners were huge twinks and not attractive at all).

I met up with my friend, but to my GREAT surprise I was being pulled around by a few guys. They were all attractive, so it wasn't like I was complaining but I'm not used to having that much attention on me. Anyways, Me and my friend danced, I met his friends, we played a drinking game (Corona is disgusting.) and I bought my own drinks besides.

The club closed around 5 or 6am and I had to find my way back to my hotel. I hailed a cab. I thought "this guy, is gonna fuck with me so bad" considering I was more drunk than I'd possibly ever been without throwing up or passing out. On my way into the cab, I whacked my head off the roof. I dropped my Louis Vuitton on the floor like 9 times, checking to makesure I had enough cab fare in change. I fell out of my seat laughing hysterically after every turn or red light.

Thankfully, the cab driver was an honest man and took me to where I told him. Well, he would have if I weren't such a dumbass. My hotel had a big blue flourescent sign on the top of it, that can be seen from miles. The moment that sign came into view I said
"HERES FINE". He didn't uderstand so I said it in Japanese. He tried to argue with me and said that we weren't even close yet, but I thought he was trying to pull one over on me and said "I need the walk". He shrugged, pulled over at the next intersection, charged me 6.60 and sped off. I instantly realized, the poor old fucker was right! I was in a part of town I didn't even know... I could see the hotel in the distance, but it was far. I have to take this moment and tell everyone - cab drivers really aren't all old farts who want to prize you from your money by driving slow, talking to much or accidently taking wrong turns.

I started my walk home, sort of just going straight. I saw the sun come up, which was nice. I dunno if anyone's ever been out all night in a club and then walked home as the sun was coming up. It was lovely. I see some familiar signs, a Starbucks, a Family Mart, a Yakitori resturant and I figure out where I am. I take a left and kind of scale the wall like a burgler, my back flat against the wall, my head turned to the side, my arms out straight, trying to slip around a corner and up the fire escape so the security guard didn't see me.

Now, the origional escape plan was thought up by Mike, because there was a fire escape running along all our windows and down to the ground. It wasn't locked, you just had to press a switch called "Emergecny Release". They tried it once, and no alarm went off so they decided it was safe. After they left, a Security guard started patrolling the floors and we called the guys on their cell and said that when they get back, just to call us before they come up so we'll make sure the door is open. The call idea was mine.

So, here I am, about to go up the fire escape. I call Bryan on his cellphone. Dominique had leant me hers for the plan to work. Bryan picks up, he said he doesnt know how to open the door. I was so pissed. I said
"All you have to do is press that switch"....
"What switch"
"The one that says Press This"
"I don't know if I should"
"Bryan are you drunk?"
"A little"
"Open the fucking door, I'm coming up"
"I'm going back to bed. Call me when you get here."

he hung up on me. I open the emergency escape NOT KNOWING that there was actually a silent alarm attatched to it. I get to the fire escape on the 5th floor, where I was staying, I whip out my cell. I call Bryan. Not picking up. I call Mike, not picking up. I call everyone else. Not picking up. I called Bryan again but before I could even press the send button I feel someone grab me by the arm and drag me down the stairs, cursing at me in violent Japanese.
This is it, I'm caught, I'm going back to Canada, they're going to spank me.
When I get into the lobby, the BITCH at the front desk shakes her head at me, picks up the phone and calls the head Rotarian in his room and tells him to "get down her now. One of yours just got caught breaking and entering."
You'd think the wench could show some compassion... Here I am, so drunk I can barely stand, just in from a long night of dry humping on the dance floor and all I want is 2 hours sleep before we go home.

They put me in a chair and start yelling at me and ask why I broke into another guest's room. Another guest's room? I didn't break in. It was weird, they were asking why I was on the 6th floor, if I had any weapons on me, what was my motive, if they should call the police. I was freaking out. I tried to remain calm and appear sober, yet tired.
"I didn't break in. I only made it to the 5th floor before you took me down. I have no idea what you're talking about". I said this in English and somehow they udnerstood me. They told me they had a footprint at the crime scene and they were going to test me.
Before I got a chance to say anything else, Mr.Kanamori, the Rotarian came down, looking surprinsgly calm. This guy is really not a very lieanant guy... total hardass. Very nice, but a hardass. I was surprised he didn't come running down in his Pj's and say
"what the fuck were you thinking!?"
Fortunately, he looked very calm and spoke in Japanese to the security guard. I managed to make most of it out and apparently there had been several breechs on the fire escape tonight and there was a break in on the 6th floor. Someone had climbed in someone elses window, and only got to the bed, before the other tenant came out of the bathroom and saw them. They ran but left a visable footprint on the bedsheet.
Now, I didn't do this, so I thought if worse came to worse I just confess I went out clubbing and I'd have people to give me an alabi. I'd be sent home, but I wouldnt be charged with any criminal activity.

THANKFULLY they called the "victim" down to the lobby, he sat in the corner and was questioned by the security guard and apparently cleared me and said "thats not the guy." They called down all the guys on my floor and I found out then, from a quick blurb from Mike when he sat next to me what actually happened. Apparently, when they came home, they went up one flight too many. They were going to go back down the stairs but heard the security guard running up the fire escape so they looked around and just jumped in the nearest window. THe room looked empty, so they were about to go out the front door or something when the guest stepped out of the bathroom and saw them. They jumped out the window, and by this time the security guard had gone up to the next flight and they had enough time to make it back to their rooms without being caught.

Apparnetly when I tried to sneak in they assumed I was the burgler at another attempt. Thankfully the guys pleaded guilty - sort of. The way the story went was that they had to go to the convience store to get some things and went up the fire escape, went in the wrong room, left and went back to theirs. I, being a habitual insomniac couldn't sleep and decided I just needed to go take a walk and see the sun come up. I walked around downtown Umeda and decided I should get back so I had enough time to get ready. I tried to go up the fire escape cause I was too embaressed to go in the front door and here we are.

The "victim" said he understood and didnt want to press chargers. We apologized to him sincerely,and the hotel staff and were sent to bed without so much as a slap on the wrist.

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Woo [Apr. 12th, 2006|06:01 pm]
I'll be arriving in Halifax about 10pm on July 31st.

Everyone better be there with glitter splashed banners, noisemakers, hugs, kisses and otherwise. I'm expecting a banner big enough that 3-4 people have to hold it across saying something of the like

"The bitch is back" or "Josiah's Home!". I'm thinking something fairly PG as small children and clergy members (possibly nuns or otherwise) may be in attendance.

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And today was the fun [Mar. 15th, 2006|10:45 pm]
So I don't have the strength to retell my birthday story again, so I coppied this from some forums where I posted it.
Lets just say, it was an awesome day today, but I really just want my friends right now. Kaiti, Lilly, Anna, Jaime, Corey, Tara, Erin... everyone. I miss you all so much. It sucks having no friends here

eh hem:

I wake up, and right before I get in the shower my grandmother and my uncle called me and wished me a happy birthday. great start.
I walk to school and right before I get there my second host mother and her daughter are waiting outside the school in their car and scream out to me
"HAPPY BAAA-SSSUUU-DEEEEH JYO-SA-YA!" and it was awesome.
I gave cookies to everyone today that I made last night and everyone was talking about how nice I was all day. Great

We got off school 45 minutes early today for some unknown reason, the sun was shining. Everything was perfect.
I go to Yoko's house (my first host mother, and my best friend) and we have a few cocktails and get a bit tipsy, break out the wine and she showed me the chocolate cake she had custom made for me with strawberries and raspberries and blueberries and everything. It was so good. We lit candles, I blew them. It was great.

I got a package from my mom and a couple presents and then walked home. Not a moment after I get in the front door does my mother call me on the phone. We talk for 30 minutes. She woke up my brother, sister and step dad at 6am to talk to me. They all said like 3 words to me, hung up and went back to bed. I mean, I thought it was a bit rude but I understand. I might not be bothered at waking up so early, but my family is not known for morning politeness.

I go and have supper with my current host family in the banquet hall they have downstairs ( I live in a hotel ) which is hooked up with karaoke and whatnot. They have all my favourite food prepared and everything. It was so great.

I got 50 bucks as a prezzie and we started eating.

and thats when things just went completely wrong.
Nobody said a goddamn word to me the whole night, I only sang 1 song while everyone else sang 10. Everyone else played cards with each other and totally excluded me. Nobody talked to me, or asked me to do anything. They were all telling inside jokes and running around and playing games. I felt really lonely. I wanted to cry, I missed my friends a lot.

It was a total 180 from all the kindness people showed me today to be sitting at my own birthday party and not have a single person talk to me.
If you've seen The Virgin Suicides it's exactly like the party they threw Cecelia after her suicide attempt to try and make her feel better. Cecelia actually just ends up sitting in the corner all day picking at her wrists while everyone else eats all the food, dances to their own music and take advantage of having boys over.

Almost exactly how it went. I sat in the corner (well, at the table) the whole time while everyone sang karaoke and played games, and talked, etc. I just ate a bit of food and tried to smile through the whole time but it was just awful.
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When I walk I AM the revolution [Mar. 12th, 2006|08:23 pm]
Some people seem to think I'm a huge diva.

I want to know how I represent myself and if it needs to be worked on.
Everyone please comment here on what type of impression you get from me. What kind of person do you think I am? This works best with people who dont know me very well, but everyone is encouraged to post.
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(no subject) [Mar. 4th, 2006|11:01 pm]




seriously! who lets their kid masturbate all day in public?
Mind you, I masturbate all day too, but at least I do it in my room or in front of a webcam, jesus.
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Wow. [Feb. 21st, 2006|03:45 pm]
I have a trip to Hiroshima, Miyjima, and Osaka on the last week of March an the first 2 days of April sponsored by my Rotary club. They estimate it's going to be about 750 bucks per person and ask each of the exchange students to pay at least 250.

My mom decided she'd ask my Rotary club back home if they could help out with getting the 250. Their responsoe?

"Oh hell, we just had an auction and we've got lots of money left over. Lets give him 1040 bucks instead... what do you think?"

1040 bucks.

1040 bucks.

Doesnt matter how many times I say it, I've never, in my life had that much disposable income. I mean, granted we have to whack the 250 off the top for my trip but that still leaves me with a lot of cheddar.

I'm debating wheather to by myself a Louis Vuitton or just go shopping here and there till it blows. Sure, if I saved it think what I could buy later right? who cares. I'm young, I'm horny and I have a signifigantly thicker wallet now.

time to indulge.
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(no subject) [Feb. 19th, 2006|10:09 pm]
I went to a hot spring.
I got naked.
Mike took pictures.
The end.

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(no subject) [Feb. 14th, 2006|07:07 pm]
The National Day of Silence takes place every year. I'm not sure if it's the same day every year or not, but I'm tending to think it is. This year, it is April 26th.

Founded in 1996, the Day of Silence has become the largest single student-led action towards creating safer schools for all, regardless of sexual orientation, gender identity or gender expression. From the first-ever Day of Silence at the University of Virginia in 1996, to the organizing efforts in over 1,900 middle schools, high schools, colleges and universities across the country in 2002, its textured history reflects its diversity in both numbers and reach. Here's a brief history.

For more information on the National Day of Silence.. please visit their website at :

Come on Avon View. Make me proud.
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come fucking visit [Feb. 10th, 2006|01:07 am]
if anyone wanted to come to Japan

now is the fucking time.

I'm so lonely.
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Regina George is a Fugly Slut. [Feb. 9th, 2006|11:59 am]
Anyone surprised?

You're totally REGINA GEORGE!

Which Mean Girl are You?
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oh my fuck. [Jan. 31st, 2006|10:56 pm]
(cross posted from some forums I frequent, so the profane language has been blocked. haha. boo)

So, I'm sitting at the computer sipping on hot chocolate and chatting it up with Steve when all of a sudden some old woman pokes her head in the bar, dressed in Yukata.

Now, for those of you who don't know I'm living at a Japanese style hotel right now for the next 3 months, so we have guests all the time. Most of them don't stay, but occasionally we have one. Most people just come to the bar, as patrons, chat up the family and then go home.

Anyways, the woman says something in Japanese that I don't quite catch, so I'm about to say "gomen nasai, wakaremasen!" when she starts going off in English. Introducing herself and asking how I am. Oh man. I tell her that her English rocks and, unlike the average Japanese person where they deny it to an annoying extent, she just bows and says thank you.

So we start talking for a moment and she tells me she's a professor at a women's art college in Tokyo teaching Production Design, and she studied at a university in Detroit for 2 years. She currently has some of her work on display in a town called Wajima, about an hour north of my town, Togi because it's famous for its laquer works. I say I want to see it, and she informs me that tomorrow the exhibition will be over, but she has pictures to show me. So, she goes to get the pictures and comes back with them, plus her business card (business cards are like currency here).

She shows me the pictures. The chair is small, and practical. Its really retro looking. Its main purpose is to make taking your shoes on and off easier for the Japanese elderly in Japan because of the Japanese style entrance. So, she gives me her card and writes her telephone number on it, and that's when I see

"Bunka Women's University, department of Living Arts" on it.

I go nuts.
I hit the wall.
I'm on cloud 9 and I don't even know why.
I don't know if any of you guys have heard of Bunka but its HELLA prestigious. Maybe one of the top 10 fashion and arts univiersites in the whole f*** world. I'd go so far as to say it's in the top 5. Some of the fashion industry's most BRILLIANT designers have graduated from there with various degrees.

"Bunka? THE Bunka? Bunka the art college? Bunka in Shinjuku... Bunka!?"
"Yes, you've heard of it. Well, I suppose you have. Its very famous."
"Yeah, I know! I've wanted to go study there since I was like, 12 or something. The first time I picked up a Vogue!"
"Oh, well, thats rather admireable!"

we talk for a while longer and she tells me about her history. Apparently my current host grandfather studied at the same art college as her like, years and years and years ago. Apparently the number 1 college in Japan. She was staying with us because she was a friend of my host grandfather who used to be an art teacher but has since given up. I haven't seen any of his work, and I'm not allowed either? for some reason or another. I think it's because he's very shy. But every time I ask to see his work people just say
"no no no! thats not possible"

So, I just met some woman, out of nowhere, who speaks perfect english, who teaches at my DREAM university to which I was going to apply to next year and she tells me that SHE CAN f*** HOOK ME UP. She said it shouldn't be too hard to get me in, but it'll be hard work to stay in there and it's hella expensive. I don't care. I would sweat drops of pure f*** gold and sell my leg to go to this place.

oh my.

Divine intervention? YES YES YES
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(no subject) [Jan. 31st, 2006|08:43 pm]
Can someone either send me a copy of the Dreamgirls origional soundtrack or burn me off a copy?

I recently had some craving for Jennifer Holiday and I feel super gay. Thanks.
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(no subject) [Jan. 29th, 2006|10:18 pm]
Another fucking year by Josiah.

or if I was 19 so this shit would all be over.
what shit? Why 19?
Not 19 the number, but 19 to suggest that by that time. This shit will be over.
Basically. Yes.
how can I say that when I have so many adventures ahread of myself?
Because I'm not that type of person
I'm not optimistic?
I can't just wait for something exciting to happen
I have to do it.
fly by the seat of my pants.
so do it?
No no no
what am I waiting for?
I mean, I hate sitting here at a computer
going to school every day
playing volleyball
coming home, staring at my bedroom ceiling and thinking of the boyfriend I might to someday have.
Like, I'm stuck in limbo. Life is fucking slow. I hate it so much
I like when I go travelling and I wake up every day in a new place.
You know what the most depressing thing in the world is?
that I have another year of this shit
of course, it wont be like this, cause next year I'm gonna be really busy. But I have to go back to my home.
and I dont want to do that, not one bit.
My parents hate each other. My dad tells all his friends the only reason he isnt divorcing my mom and walking out on us is because he loves my sister too much
oww man...
My brother is just difficult, my Sister is pretty much as useless as an asshole on my elbow and I live in the middle of nowhere. I have to go back.
to living with nowhere to go and nobody to hang out with, 7 days a week for 10 months straight
to seeing my mom work 2 jobs and crying and sleeping in her downtime, while my dad has no job and pretends like he has some little smidgeon of a say on how things work
I have to go back to going to school 5 days a week, doing my homework, going on msn and going to sleep
I will not travel, I will not meet new people. I won't go shopping and I probably won't leave the house for much else than the check the mail or go see a movie
I have another year, of that shit
Oh Josiah, you drama Q-U-double E-N.
and I hate
when people pretend like they know what its like for me.
when people tell me, its not that bad. Because it is. It really is
Not a day goes by, in my room back in Nova Scotia
where I dont think about dragging a razor across my wrist, just because it would be something new
I feel like I am imprisoned. Imagine not being able to leave your room. Imagine your family always fighting. Imagine being -gay- and not being able to talk about it
oh my god.
imagine having a boyfriend you can never see because you live in the woods. Imagine having a boyfriend and never being able to talk about how wonderful he is
because nobody fucking cares enough to hear it
I have
another year
of that
and I can't belive my mother, my brother and my sister
have the fucking nerve to call me selfish for wanting to move out.
why another year? what happens after a year??
After a year? I go to Australia... or something.
I start my own life. Or something.
I think about this every day I sit here in Japan
Because my town, Togi
is so fucking small
and I hate it, so sometimes I feel like I want to go home
but I think "haha. My home is 10x worse than this"
i dont know what to do?
there is nothing you can do.
There is nothing I can do.
of this
Life is like staring at the clock in Biology class, praying to god the pain is over soon.
only to find that you have math next.
not math
double math.
And there is not a goddamn Jesus thing
anyone can do about it.

Whitey, out.
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(no subject) [Jan. 22nd, 2006|11:38 pm]
Life is better with an Afro
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Vending Machines shouldn't skip English class
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My room has a hole in the door and my bed is missing 4 legs and a mattress.
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(no subject) [Jan. 18th, 2006|10:41 pm]
I'm horny.
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Best of [Jan. 17th, 2006|09:08 pm]
Most Memorable moments of 2005, by Josiah.

1) Meeting Rubi for the first time. Me and Kaiti both said in unison "she has a really nice style".

2) Getting naked and doing the naughty with Baker on Katie G's couch. Dad showed up right in the middle. It was funny.

3) Spilling the news to Candi that Donovan cheated on her.

4) Dressing in drag at Anna's with Janis there to photograph

5) Singing Filthy/Gorgeous all through town, and all through school with Lilly, Anna, Kaiti and whoever else.

6) Knocking everyone DEAD at Dramafest. MAD props you guys.

7) Meeting Kyle at Dramafest.

8) Running through the dorms at Dramafest with Kaiti dancing and singing

9) My weekdays of the summer spent in sweet sweet ecstascy with Kyle.

10) My going away party. I caught West Nile and we all got naked. Cheers.

11) My last supper with Lilly and Anna at the Spitfire Arms. We talked about everything from Mr.Woundy to... well, Mr.Woundy.

12) My last day with Kyle. I cried like a baby and Kaiti was there for me. Shes always there for me.

13) Having Kaiti, the coolest of the coolest there at the airport to see me off. I couldnt have asked for more.

14) Seing Brenden Doyle, exchange student to Taiwan at the gate at the airport. We were on the same flight to Toronto. It made everything better.

15) a 13 hour flight from Toronto to Tokyo that felt more like 5 minutes. Thank you Gameboy.

16) Landing in Tokyo and having no idea where to go or what to do. Everyone was going into some lineup, and I thought thats where I should go too, but the sign above the lineup said "Domestic arrivals" or something. The sign "International Arrivals" was vacant. I stood looking confused in my poppy read blazer and big fuzzy hair, until two caucasian people with big backpacks grabbed me by the arm and threw me into the lineup. I later found out they're from Canada, but were staying in Korea teaching English and this was their 2nd time to Japan. They're staying here long enough to make mad bucks to travel to their next spot. We exchanged e-mails and I parted ways. They were truely some divine ass intervention.

17) Landing at Komatsu, my final flight to hear screams from a parade of Japanese people "HARRY POTTER, HARRY POTTER!". About 20 odd people standing in the waiting area with a big banner with my name on it. I'd be travelling for 24 hours straight, my hair was like shit, my tye was lose, I was DRENCHED in sweat, I think I peed on my shoe (don't ask) and I'm sure my breath wasnt that great either. That didnt stop everyone from clammoring around me, and fawning over me.
I was in complete awe for about 2 weeks afer that.

18) Having spending money. Constantly.

19) Getting into a very personal, and most likely ever lasting relationship with my first host mom. She's like a second mom to me for sure.

20) Going to Hokkaido with the special ed class. Hahaha, they're not actually special ed, they're just the class for the kids that aren't quite as smart. They literally spoke NO English and I spoke hardly ANY Japanese. We managed to get along great, and I dont know how we managed 4 days together, but there was never a dull moment. Travelling with them was the best.

21) Renais resort with the other exchangers. Woot woot.

22) All my haircuts, Dvd searches and trips with the Katsuragi family.

I don't know what else to list here and I dont know what prompted me to do this. Tag me with anything I forgot to mention.
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(no subject) [Jan. 14th, 2006|02:57 pm]
So like... got into a fight with my mom last night and that sucked. Otherwise.. I heard the best anology ever last night

"She sticks out like a sore thumb"
"Hunny... she is the manicured middle finger in a room full of sore thumbs"

Love it.
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Yo [Jan. 9th, 2006|05:53 pm]
I got drunk with my host mother and we went to Karaoke. Then to the drug store to buy some disinfectant spray for my bellybutton since I don't fancy the cream. While I was about to buy the spray, Yoko suggest that I buy "Asian Size" condoms as a Japanese memorial. I, being inebriated agreed and I headed to the checkout where a cute boy was ringing in the products. when I stepped up, he smiled at me and then rang through my two packages of condoms and then the antibiotics. I had a good buzz going so I didn't realize I was buying condoms along with disinfectant. The cashier looked at them and his smile immideately faded and he packaged my good and we were about to go.

I didn't clue in until I got back in the car, and then I laughed all the way home.
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It hurt [Jan. 8th, 2006|07:25 pm]
I got my bellybutton pierced today. It hurt.

To elaboarate, I heard from Bridget that theres a good place to get "done" in Tatemachi/Katemachi and she would take me. However, since I can never get to the city and she doesnt come online to plan anymore, I couldn't wait. I went to get my monthly (or in this case, bi monthly) haircut with Yoko and afterwards I asked if we could go get me "done". she was like "what the hell?" but after I explained I wanted a "heso pierce" she was delighted. She was overcome with the joy of god knows what. She loves getting me into trouble.

the barbells were all pretty girly so I searched until I found a boyish one. Thankfully there was one there with the canadian flag on it. So I get er done.

I'll post pictures later on, but Yoko is sending photographs to my real mom when the film on herdisposable camera gets developped. Theres a picture on there of my new piercing and my mom is pretty anti-body art so I'm not sure how she'll react. But what's the worst she could do? come over here and kick my ass herself? send me an angry e-mail?

Anyways, I'm out.

btw, it looks fucking hot.
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haha [Jan. 5th, 2006|11:16 pm]
My new bedroom has a hole in the door, no insultation, the view sucks and my bed has to be folded up and put in the closet every morning and set up everynight.

yet, its surpsingly cozy. Last night I unpacked everything and set up all the stuffed animals and knick knacs I've aquired since I've come here and it looks strangely like a dorm room or something. Like a little apartment.

I want to tell you all about my spectacular New Years, but there isn't enough time. Maybe tomorrow.

anyways... I know the whole thing with Rubi's letter is all blown over and we just need to let it be, but in the midst of unpacking last night I was sorting through my documents and found the letter she wrote me all folded up and at the bottom of some bag.

it says

"Hi Josiah! I was going to come to the airport to see you off but I decided to write you a note instead! Love Rubi (The Australian!)"

I know the circumstances, that John wouldn't let her come and everything but reading over the letter I had to say to myself that the way it was written really did make it look like she didn't want to come to see me off at all.
Regardless I still love Rubi and I hope to come to Australia next year... maybe we'll chill.

Love you all,
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Moved [Dec. 30th, 2005|06:39 pm]
Yo, I just moved into my new pad. Spread the word. This is host family number 3 and I'll be here until March 30th.
Although I loved my last host family very much, I didn't cry when I moved like I did with my first.

This host family owns a hotel and my room is...Well, a hotel room. Its not that big, but it's traditional Japanese style and I haven't experienced that yet. I feel like I'm going to start living like a monk. The room has a single table and room enough for a bed, which you basically fold up and put away every morning. Its a comforter or something you lay down on the floor. They call it a futon.

The computer is in the lobby, which means. (oh shit) no porn! I'll download MSN and just remove it when I leave, but don't expect me to be on so much. Just wanted to give you all the 411.

love, Josiah
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Pikachu wants me. [Dec. 29th, 2005|04:59 pm]
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SO like, an actual update with a SHITLOAD of pictures.

I had my fingers, eyes and other various and miscellanious appendages crossed for the 27th and the 28th. For according to a spectacular fax, was the date for the exchange student get together at Renais hotel and resort in Kanazawa. It was basically a way to say goodbye to the Aussies (who come and go in January, whereas everyone else comes and goes in July/August) and meet the Japanese outbounds (outbounds are people who are going on an exchange. Inbounds, like me are people currently on an exchange).

We all met at the Rifare building (pronounced Ree-fa-eh, not Ry-fare) and were esctatic to see one another. Mike was casual, as always and sporting a well kept goatee with 5 oclock shadow and sideburns to boot. It was red, he looked Irish. Or gay.
Bridget was working out her flannel coat and ripped jeans and looked pretty well like a Bridget should. I expected all the Japanese students to be real nerds but they turned out to be pretty cool indeed. Their English was awesome. After we met up and mingled we were escourted to a big room with tables and chairs and the speechs commenced. I got real nervous once I remembered I was supposed to prepare something in Japanese and it showed. I had perspiration accumulating under my armpits in puddles the size of Texas. My chair looked like I pissed on it, as my sweat seeped through my faux leather pants.
The Japanese students went first and their speeches were the bomb shit. One girl, who shall remain nameless with a crooked face and a high pitched voice was almost inaudiable. Her English was okay, but I just did not understand a word. I looked to other students in the room for hand gestures to explain to me what she was on about, but everyone was at a loss. We just let her go. Then, another guy who we came to know as Yo said
"I have a dog. she is pretty" and that would make anyone's day. I was instantly in love with him after that.
Jokes were exchanged, funny things happened here and there, and then the Aussies gave their review of Japan. They were supposed to do it in Japanese but they totally jonsed. They did an intro in Japanese and then went at it in English. Lucy, the ever amazing brunette with a voice like Melissa Ethridge went last and bombed everyone out of the water as she chattered away in Japanese. I didn't understand a word, and I stood alone.
I was the first of the other exchange students to go and mine was in total English. I wore my pimped out, bitchass fur coat up there to hide the perspiration. I looked rocking hot but my speech couldn't suck any harder.
Bridget, aka Little Miss Perfect went and had this great speech in Japanese. Everyone else gave boring speeches, with Japanese. Still boring.

I couldn't wait to get out of there. I went in a car with Domonique, which wasn't fun. I kept talking about one thing and she would switch the subject to something else. I think she's nice but she lacks social skills altogether. She's the black sheep of the exchange students, and I feel bad for her... but at the same time I'm rather 'meh' about the whole situation. The car also belonged to Yamamoto Sensei and it smelled like the inside of an ass that was addicted to cigarettes. Gross!

We get to the Renais and I'm given the room key and told my group is Mike and Bryan, which basically means our room is going to be the party scene. Mike is a walking party scene. He immideately snatched the key from me and stomped, screaming down the hall towards our room. We got our meal tickets and a bowling pass.
a BOWLING pass, you say?

So after we settled into our rooms, which in my opinion looked about as hospitable as a jail cell we decided to go to supper and then bowling.
(settling into our rooms)
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(Supper. Disgusting. I ate nothing)
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(Bowling! woo! with bigass balls. I sucked so bad)
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(A picture that easily makes everyone look disgusting. I love my camera.)
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After bowling, which was a great icebreaker we went swimming. Mike screaming "fuck" and "cocksucker" everytime he gutter-balled. The Japanese students hadn't a clue what he was on about but they laughed enough. It was great. The whole time I was checking out the Japanese guy with awesome hair who's going to Ontario somewhere. I wasn't the only one eyeing him, either. Me and Bridget, after forgetting his name too many times decided to rename him Beautiful. Becuase he is.
So, we went swimming, but annoyingly enough everytime you go into the building which hosts the pool, game center and resturants makes you take your shoes off, and at that time I snapped a quick picture of Bridget. I said "Hey Bridget" and the moment she turned to face the cam, KABOOM.
Haha, "Hey Bridget, I killed your cat"
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Swimming was awesome. We discovered that you could swim outside, and even though it was winter,and freezing it was a really nice pool outside. The pool was heated so Bridget threw out the idea of doing Canadian Style. We all did the 1-2-3 and jumped out of the pool and jumped in the snow to make snow angels, but the snow was basically ice, so we just laid there until we couldn't stand it and jumped back in the pool. The Japanese thought we were kookoo, but that was the point. We told them to do it when they got to Canada and they would be instant superstars.
More swimming, Waterslide, Hottub and then we all called it quits. The resort also has an Onsen (hot spring) which they dug 400 feet to get to. Me and Bryan checked that out and were englufed in hundreds of naked, fat, sweaty old Japanese men in murky, sulfer water or walking around smacking their bellies and chuckling merrily. I'm a little too modest and cup my hands over my business. Bryan was just very "hello I have a penis and here it is!"

Mike came down, saw us both naked. Laughed. Took Pictures. Said we were gonna go see a flick. Me and Bryan said we'd be up in 10.

Bridget said she wanted Nachos and Cheese so she was all for going to the theatre. So we all got all dolled up and hit the town.
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Not ONLY were their no movies playing, but there were no nachos either. We just bought some french fies and goofed.
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So Bridget tells us she's positive that we're supposed to meet in the entrance of Renais at 11, and we should head out. GUESS WHAT. she wasn't positive. It was cool though, so we just chilled and did dick squat.
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However! it wasn't long before the EX PLOR ATION began. Bridget and the Japanese dashed off, followed by me and an exchanger who hasn't been mentioned yet named Tori. She's a budding alcoholic and a nympho. Hard liquor and promisquity is her calling.
Upon exploration the first thing we found were old people sleeping in the balcony over the pool. It was really warm in there, so they must have liked the temperature, but Jesus. These people sleep there all day and night and the air is so heavy with Chlorine that you'd never know if one of them just died there in their sleep.
Like this guy. He's dead, I'm sure
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I wanted to do some Purikura (Japanese photoboothing, but you get to add in writing and props and little pictures on the screen before they're printed. I never did it before) with Bridget and possibly some others. I didn't want to Purikura with Tori, but she loves it so much that I know if I went anywhere near one she'd grab me and head to town. So, while playing some games (the Purikura is in the Game Center) I snuck in JUST A LITTLE oral sex with Pika who? PIKACHU!
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I had to kiss him goodbye, because.. sorry but Pimps don't fall in love.
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But I was one upped by the Yellow Slut, when I caught him with Bridget only 10 seconds later. Rawr!
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After we hit that shit we bounced for real.
We walked down the hallway and got ice cream from a vending machine and waited for Mike and Bryan to get back from exploration of their own because they had the room key.
I took a nap on the floor and binged on Double Chocolate and Bridget joined me.
I took pictures of our bitchass posse waiting for our key.
(thats chocolate on my lip. not shit)
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(Yo, looking nice. Before the end of the night, I was madly in love with him and he was known as Beautiful 2)
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Bridget wanted some pictures of her own!
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He's 17 I swear.
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The boys came back and we got our keys. Woohoo. We socialized with the girls for a bit. Mike just cruised for sex.
ha. kidding.
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Johnny trying to get on the girls. Wanna get laid? 1-900-I'mBlondAndInJapan. Seriously. Blonde hair and decent Japanese will get you inside the denium of any female.
Too bad I was looking to score some cock.
This chick is going to Nova Scotia. She's really nice but I feel SO bad for her. Haha Nova Scotia is like, the worst place for exchange students. Ever.
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The Massage Train
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We went to my room, straightened Bryan's hair, listened to Bridget's music and gave each other Raspberrys. I have the videos. They're on
Yo, loving my shades. Me, loving him.
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Bridget looking physically AND mentally retarded. Bryan looking emo
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We basically just hung out for like, a while and people started going this and that and eventually I just ended up in my room by myself, eating chocolate and listenting to music. I heard someone walking in the hall and opened the door to find Lucy The Incredible. We chit chatted for a bit and Tori came along. The guy across the hall opened the door and in his TOTALLY REHEARSED TONE OF VOICE, he said
"I know you guys are having a conversation but could you take it into your room." he slammed the door and Lucy said
"that was so rehearsed"
We all chatted for a while and eventully everyone piled into our room. The Aussies came in a giant wave. I fell in love with Rianne all over again, and John the Aussie went for the hair straightener too.
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Beautiful found a spot on the bed next to me. LOVEY DOVEY OR WHAT?
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Then the poker game started. Fantaaaastic. I think Mike cleaned house, but I wasn't paying attention. Aaron Tay, observes. I tried to get with him in Shiminato and he shot me down. It was terrible
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Yo, was brushing up against me and giving me the eye all night though. Rawr.
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People did a snack run, and Kerryn looks silly-retarded. But we love her.
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John doing his impression of a Japanese girl. "Um sir, you dropped your passport" "OMG PEEEEEEACE!"
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Silly Bridget. You can't cheat if you're not even playing!
Bridget spies on everyones cards
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The rest of the night we just all stayed up superlate and everyone got super cranky. I got tired, not really physically, but mentally. People were getting really out of control and I just wanted it to mellow out. Fights started.. the works. Around 6am everyone decided to have showers and get freshened up. It felt weird to go and have my morning shower without actually sleeping. I looked at the shower in our Jail Cell.. excuse me, room, and it looked horrific, so I decided to wash up at the onsen. They have a shower room juxtaposed next to the public bath and they have a nice little unit there. If you don't mind showering in front of a bunch of people. There weren't many people there, so I was pretty content to walk around without covering up. I came back to the room and people were already fighting but it all settled down pretty quick. We all and went and had our groggy breakfast where EVERYONE was in a fabulous mood / sarcasm.
Afterwards we gathered in some Tatami room and got debriefed and talked with the Japanese people about what to expect in CAN/AUS/US.
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Then we signed flags for all the Aussies. I wrote cute messeges for everyone and a cute one for Aaron about how he avoided a chance for true love with me. Haha, I can't wait for him to read that.
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Then, since I only ate salad for breakfast and decided not to eat supper the night before I said we really needed to have a binge. We got these arm bands with a barcode on them and were told we could charge food to the Rotary tab with them. So we took advantage of that and headed for "Burger Court" which is right next to the pool. We all ordered lots of chocolate milk shakes, burgers and chicken nuggets.
The Aussies, instead of using Japanese (like they can) decided to take the sign positioned at the enterance of the food course and bring it up to the counter and point to what they wanted. I thought it was clever.
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We bumped into some kids who got lost on a field trip. We directed them back to the little bus, safe and sound.
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Otherwise it was just hardcore chillin in the food court, getting fat and loving it.
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Bridget does her blow up doll impression
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We saw Kerryn and Lucy getting it down, poolside, while Johnny tried some more to get on the girls.
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Then we all went and rolled up our pants and stood in the wave pool. That was fun.
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Afterwards we all went to see Mr.And Mrs Smith even though everyone had already seen it and believe you me. Its so much worse the second time.
After the movie everyone got on the bus to Kanazawa station to head home but those of us not taking the train just chilled out in the Tatami room for a little longer. The Aussies left presents for us there. Pins, and Koala things and bookmarks. It was awesome
"I'm fucking excited about this!" exclaims Bridget.
"Neat." says Johnny.

After everyone left, I was sitting there alone in the Lobby and my host parents picked me up 40 minutes late. Then they took me shopping. My contacts fell out, I put them back in, had burning eyes and we went home.

The end./

I didn't tag this on purpose.
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Holla bitches [Dec. 28th, 2005|08:23 pm]
Do I deserve a hot boyfriend?

p.s I found a picture on the net that my mom put up of me and Kaiti hugging extra tight on my last day in NS at the airport. Its currently my favourite picture ever.
I've also been looking at old pictures and my face has changed a lot. Almost completely restructured...
Don't worry, my cheekbones are still fab.

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(no subject) [Dec. 26th, 2005|09:52 pm]
[Josiah Feels |curiouscurious]
[Tunes Be Playing |Hey]

I feel different, and some people will be surprised to find me a very different person when I come back to Nova Scotia. I don't really have any desire to have anything to do with Canada anymore. Not for a few years.

Nothing about Canada personally... I'm just not a patriot like most people, I don't have pride or care about my country. To me it is just a flag, and I know I should be out there scoring points of Canada as a youth ambassador... but I don't care. I feel like I don't have a home anymore.

I got real homesick the other day and then I was wondering if I even had a home. How can you be homesick if you don't have a home? But it was just this town looks so much like Windsor sometimes that it just disgusted me. I never want to go back to shitty old Windsor.

I miss my mom, I miss my friends. But like, who cares, right?
Kaiti's gone, and everyone else is graduating. Whatever happens, my New Year's resolution is to (lose weight, of course and...) get the fuck out of Nova Scotia. Not just out of Nova Scotia into like New Brunswick or Ontario or anything. I mean like, far, far away. Like France, or Australia or Sweden.

I want to disappear. I'm changing my name when I get back to NS, and that will be that. Nothing drastic, I like Josiah. I'm just 86ing the last name.
I talked with my mom and grandmother on the phone for x-mas and they said that no matter what happens they want us all to be together for x-mas every year. I kept thinking during the whole conversation.
next year is the last year we'll be together for the holidays. For a long time

I feel bad just kind of packing my bags and throwing caution to the wind and deserting my friends and family to run away and live like a breeze of wind or a small creek that flows into a river, which eventually becomes the ocean. I might end up poor and selling crack, or I could get rich. I don't care, I just have to get lost.

I feel like I've never had anyone, my whole life. So it'll be really easy to leave. It's easy to be here in Japan because I felt like I haven't left anything behind.
After I graduate everyone will remember knowing me. They'll remember knowing Josiah, the gay guy.
But nobody will ever remember knowing me. Kaiti, yes. Maybe a couple others.

I'm sorry this sounds like Jibberish. I just stuck in the Taking Back Sunday mix and I've been getting into reading a lot lately. I've completely run out of reading material so I've bought a bunch of Harper's Bazaar's for the pics and I bought Memoirs Of a Geisha for light reading. Even though it's 450 pages or something... its paperback but the font is tiny, and the entire page is filled with writing. They don't indent down a few lines or anything. Crazy.
its good though.
Sayuri is the bomb shit.
Eliott Smith says its time to go.
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Brush my teeth put the cap back on. [Dec. 26th, 2005|09:52 pm]
I feel different, and some people will be surprised to find me a very different person when I come back to Nova Scotia. I don't really have any desire to have anything to do with Canada anymore. Not for a few years.

Nothing about Canada personally... I'm just not a patriot like most people, I don't have pride or care about my country. To me it is just a flag, and I know I should be out there scoring points of Canada as a youth ambassador... but I don't care. I feel like I don't have a home anymore.

I got real homesick the other day and then I was wondering if I even had a home. How can you be homesick if you don't have a home? But it was just this town looks so much like Windsor sometimes that it just disgusted me. I never want to go back to shitty old Windsor.

I miss my mom, I miss my friends. But like, who cares, right?
Kaiti's gone, and everyone else is graduating. Whatever happens, my New Year's resolution is to (lose weight, of course and...) get the fuck out of Nova Scotia. Not just out of Nova Scotia into like New Brunswick or Ontario or anything. I mean like, far, far away. Like France, or Australia or Sweden.

I want to disappear. I'm changing my name when I get back to NS, and that will be that. Nothing drastic, I like Josiah. I'm just 86ing the last name.
I talked with my mom and grandmother on the phone for x-mas and they said that no matter what happens they want us all to be together for x-mas every year. I kept thinking during the whole conversation.
next year is the last year we'll be together for the holidays. For a long time

I feel bad just kind of packing my bags and throwing caution to the wind and deserting my friends and family to run away and live like a breeze of wind or a small creek that flows into a river, which eventually becomes the ocean. I might end up poor and selling crack, or I could get rich. I don't care, I just have to get lost.

I feel like I've never had anyone, my whole life. So it'll be really easy to leave. It's easy to be here in Japan because I felt like I haven't left anything behind.
After I graduate everyone will remember knowing me. They'll remember knowing Josiah, the gay guy.
But nobody will ever remember knowing me. Kaiti, yes. Maybe a couple others.

I'm sorry this sounds like Jibberish. I just stuck in the Taking Back Sunday mix and I've been getting into reading a lot lately. I've completely run out of reading material so I've bought a bunch of Harper's Bazaar's for the pics and I bought Memoirs Of a Geisha for light reading. Even though it's 450 pages or something... its paperback but the font is tiny, and the entire page is filled with writing. They don't indent down a few lines or anything. Crazy.
its good though.
Sayuri is the bomb shit.
Eliott Smith says its time to go.
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Brush my teeth put the cap back on. [Dec. 26th, 2005|09:51 pm]
I feel different, and some people will be surprised to find me a very different person when I come back to Nova Scotia. I don't really have any desire to have anything to do with Canada anymore. Not for a few years.

Nothing about Canada personally... I'm just not a patriot like most people, I don't have pride or care about my country. To me it is just a flag, and I know I should be out there scoring points of Canada as a youth ambassador... but I don't care. I feel like I don't have a home anymore.

I got real homesick the other day and then I was wondering if I even had a home. How can you be homesick if you don't have a home? But it was just this town looks so much like Windsor sometimes that it just disgusted me. I never want to go back to shitty old Windsor.

I miss my mom, I miss my friends. But like, who cares, right?
Kaiti's gone, and everyone else is graduating. Whatever happens, my New Year's resolution is to (lose weight, of course and...) get the fuck out of Nova Scotia. Not just out of Nova Scotia into like New Brunswick or Ontario or anything. I mean like, far, far away. Like France, or Australia or Sweden.

I want to disappear. I'm changing my name when I get back to NS, and that will be that. Nothing drastic, I like Josiah. I'm just 86ing the last name.
I talked with my mom and grandmother on the phone for x-mas and they said that no matter what happens they want us all to be together for x-mas every year. I kept thinking during the whole conversation.
next year is the last year we'll be together for the holidays. For a long time

I feel bad just kind of packing my bags and throwing caution to the wind and deserting my friends and family to run away and live like a breeze of wind or a small creek that flows into a river, which eventually becomes the ocean. I might end up poor and selling crack, or I could get rich. I don't care, I just have to get lost.

I feel like I've never had anyone, my whole life. So it'll be really easy to leave. It's easy to be here in Japan because I felt like I haven't left anything behind.
After I graduate everyone will remember knowing me. They'll remember knowing Josiah, the gay guy.
But nobody will ever remember knowing me. Kaiti, yes. Maybe a couple others.

I'm sorry this sounds like Jibberish. I just stuck in the Taking Back Sunday mix and I've been getting into reading a lot lately. I've completely run out of reading material so I've bought a bunch of Harper's Bazaar's for the pics and I bought Memoirs Of a Geisha for light reading. Even though it's 450 pages or something... its paperback but the font is tiny, and the entire page is filled with writing. They don't indent down a few lines or anything. Crazy.
its good though.
Sayuri is the bomb shit.
Eliott Smith says its time to go.
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(no subject) [Dec. 7th, 2005|07:46 pm]
mmmmmm take it out Blaze.. Blaze, take it out! Oh Blaze.. mmmmm, oh, oh, oh, oh... take it out! please Blaze, please? take it out, take it out..

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I'm so emo it hurts [Dec. 3rd, 2005|04:37 pm]
I'm in the purpose of cleaning out my Myspace... Pretty much only my real friends are left on the list and those of you who haven't added me, do it

username: __hotpink
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X-MAS CARDS. [Dec. 2nd, 2005|06:18 pm]
I'm sending out X-mas cards quite soon.. within the next couple of weeks and I need to know everyone's address. I got a hole of some hot ass postcards and I want to send them to YOU.
E-mail me your mailing address at ! Don't be shy. There's about 20 cards or so, I think ( I can always buy more ) but it's on a first come first serve basis right now. Remember, I have family to send them to, too!

When I send you the card I will attatch my return address for you to send me something back over the new year. I expect a card, polaroids, a death threat. Something sweet, you know?


p.s will ANYONE voulentier to make me a CD? I have the song The Blower's Daughter from the movie Closer stuck in my head and I don't have it on a cd. I also need to have the songs Take Myself Away, Satisfaction and My Humps. hahaha I7ll give a full songlist to somebody who voulentiers.
btw, Anna told me the movie Closer sucked and she was so wrong. It's the best movie in the world and Natalie Portman is a gorgeous cake of sex. Jude Law is a manslut and Julia Roberts is fantastic once again. Clive Owen delivers a lot of laughs. The script is witty up to fuck.
"A man came into the diner today and said 'hey Waitress, what're you waiting for?'"
"Ah, a funny guy. What'd you say?"
"I said I was waiting for a man to come in here and fuck me sideways with a beautiful line like that"
"what did he say?"
"he ordered a tea and two sugars"

"I don't eat fish"
"why not?"
"Fish piss in the sea"
"so do children..."
"I don't eat children either."

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Dear Readers Anon. [Nov. 30th, 2005|08:27 pm]
Dear Everyone Who Read Yesterdays news,

I will get to individualized messages in a moment but first I need to just say one thing right now.
Although every token persona in a group will always represent a group of people it is not fair to automatically assume they do. For example. I am "the gay guy". There are for sure more gay people at Avon View High School and I am friends with some of them, but as long as I have attended the school and even when I'm taking a yearly absence, I am still known by the main populace as "the gay guy" wheather I want to be or not.
With that said, Although I am "the gay guy" nobody should -ever- feel it prudent to judge the gay community for how I act. I don't hang out with many gay people and I'm not out there marching in picket lines. I believe in quiet diplomacy but that's besides the point. Also, I don't think it's fair to give me a criteria for how I should act because of my sexuallity. I know you probably think I did the same to Micheal and I'm sorry for being so harsh and I'm not going to assume I know as much about the Christian religion as you all do but Christianity has it's own criteria for how you're supposed to act so in a way I was barely within my rights to judge him. There is no gay Bible or no gay house of worship. We were just people born a little different then everyone else and it shouldn't be a reason for people to judge me. Also, don't judge me by my age either. We all have our moments of maturity and immaturity and being ageist is the easiest back door to an argument. "I'm older than you, therefore you are stupid" is the easiest and probably most effective card anyone can deal in a situation when condescending somebody younger than themselves. I have never failed a grade in school, I usually always pass with honors, I'm on a Rotary Youth Exchange (which speaks for itself) and you can go and check last year's yearbook. Then there's the "gay thing" too, which we just discussed. As far as extra curriculars go I was on almost every single page. So before you go wagging a finger at me and saying I don't know shit cause I'm still such and such years old... don't. I don't want to make myself look like a paradigm of chastity and virtue, cause we all know I'm a huge bitch when I want to be, I am many things but I am not immature, and if I am it has nothing to do with my age.

Dear Rubi Leila,

I am terribly sorry. I made a terrible mistake and I do feel terrible about it. I miss you a lot, but in a sad act to defend my actions I must say that it just looked like you decided not to come and see me off. The note just simply said "I was going to come but I wrote a note instead". John kind of just handed it to me and said "oh, this is from Rubi." He didn't explain that you couldn't come, as a matter of fact he didn't even talk to me. He said hello and asked if I was nervous and I said no, cause I wasn't. Then he tried to convince me I was nervous but I was like "look, I'm not nervous. I'm quite fine". Then he just shrugged and talked to my parents. It didn't specify in your note that you couldn't come, it looked like you were going to come but changed your mind for some unknown reason. On top of that, at my going away party previously a couple people came up with totally bogus excuses (no names, we all know who) so they didn't have to come. I thought that maybe for some reason you pulled the same. I am incredibly honored beyond imagination that you hold a moment of silence for me and I truely do feel sorry for saying smack about you. I hope you accept my apology.

Dear Amelia,

Go to the fridge, take out that jug of Shut The Fuck Up and pour yourself a bigass glass, cause you don't know shit about shit. "I was surpriesd.. oops, changed my mind. I'm not". What the hell is that supposed to mean? Lets talk about honesty here for a minute. As much as you thought you were ever on the inside of anything but your own ass, you weren't. I was always ambivolent towards you. You could be really nice when you wanted to be and I felt a connection with you but you can almost draw a line straight through your life. On the other side there was an evil, backstabbing bitch who didn't care about anyone but herself.
Send people e-mails?
Somehow the entire responsibility of keeping in touch with friends rests on my shoulders? you all just sit eagerly and wait for me to reach out and contact you when you all know my e-mail address too? Newsflash. I DID e-mail my friends, some e-mailed back and some didn't. I made the efforts. Don't paint a picture of me as some selfish bitch who didn't care about his friends. I care more about my friends more than you will ever know, and I'm sure they feel the same about me. So honestly, blow it out your ass.
As far as "hurting a lot of people" with my livejournal... My livejournal is used most often as a recap of my life and a witty point a view. Rarely do I use it to attack people, and rarely has it ever started fights with anyone. People have lost friends because of online journals, people have seriously altered the course of their life with their journals. I am not one of them. There was a small stint were me and Kaiti had a go at each other but it hardly lasted for long. I don't even know what else to say. There's LOTS more that needs to be said and I'd usually be the one to say it but I'm going to go with peace this time.
Love, Josiah

Dear Kyle,

I am sorry for upsetting you and it was truely uncalled for. But insulting your name by NO means equals what you said. Nobody deserves to get bashed or beat up for anything but their own stupidity. I'm shocked that someone such as yourself would ever harbor such prejudice. You are a big guy, (no, not fat. Just big. Like Goliath) and it's hella easy for you to beat the shit out of anyone but I don't think it's right for you to do it because it doesn't prove anything. There was a time when that gross asshole that shan't be nammed said he was going to beat me up for being gay and you said "if you touch Josiah I will kick your ass". You have no idea how wonderful that made me feel and I still get warm and fuzzy thinking about it.
I always speak higly of you, I'm sorry I offended you.
Love, Josiah

Dear Jessiquois,

You're one of the coolest people I ever met. Period. I admire that you stand up for the ones you love and it really shows through. You're an amazing person and you will do amazing things in your life. I was actually thinking of you today when I was in cooking class. I'm sorry I offended you and your family and I don't deserve your forgiveness and I feel like a schmuck for dissing your family and your religion when you always spoke highly of me.
Please accept my apology.
Love, Josiah

Dear Micheal,

When I first met you I was fairly excited and impressed. (well, actually the first time I met you, you stopped by at Kathlyn's house stoned and asked for a glass of water, but anyway). I was drawn into your world, your group of friends and basically your whole side of the cafeteria. However, it didn't take long for me to realize that I was in a completely different baseball field than the lot of you. Not in a better field, just a different one. You were all into the death metal scene, drinking, smoking weed and having all kinds of sex. Not only that but (for better or worse) most of you had a "power to the people" kick on the go, that in my opinion just made the assholes that be hate you even more (not you specifically... your whole group). I, personally wasn't impressed with many of you but I didn't say anything to anyone about it. I kept my thoughts to myself and just hung out with different people. Kaiti, however was fascinated and drawn into you like a moth to the flame. She was sort of the preppy girl all through middle school but everyone knew she was a bit different and just never had an outlet. When she met you she was awakended, in a sense and it excited her and I felt happy for her. However, when you started to treat her bad I just got a strong dislike for you and it grew more and more as time went on. We had the big climax that one day, neither of us forget it I'm sure and things were never the same afterwards. Like you said, you had forgotten me. I too, have forgotten you and put you into the back of my head and believe me when I say I am truely, TRUELY happy that you are turning your life around. The only thing that prompted me to say what I did was that when you broke up with Kaiti, you mentioned one of the reasons was because she was "a good christian girl" like you needed. You also described several other girls that you were attracted to "good christian girls" who were more like harlets and hypocrits than anything. Just the phrase "good christian girl" brought back all the memories of the time when you dated my best friend and the tole it took on me. I don't lose sleep over you or ponder my next attack on you. Quite the contrary. I was just scanning through my livejournal like I do once in every 3 weeks and stumbled upon your entry. I hope we can move on and cure this animosity between us. I'd like to bump into you somewhere, someday and not have to cross the street to avoid a confrontation.
and for the reccord.
I did not lose my virginity to a 38 year old.

I'll write the rest of my apologies and confrontations tomorrow.

to those I upset. I'm sorry.

Check back soon, I will finish.
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Oh Jesus. [Nov. 29th, 2005|09:51 pm]
I don't want to be a huge bitch here and have everyone hate me, but I can't contain it.

I was reading through Livejournal friend's entries recently and I just got terribly uneasy about a lot of shit that's gone down

first of all, Micheal Price's new fling. I don't know anything about it, so it's not my place to judge but the fact he listed her as "a good christian girl" spells nothing but disaster. Weren't his last 678 girlfriends all "good christian girls" ? Didn't he cheat on a lot of them? Whatever happened to this supposed vow of celibacy( spelling please!?) ?!?!
In the words of Lilly
"Christians do not write Potter Porn".
As far as Christians go, I think Micheal Price is by far the worst representation of the religion. I feel he only uses his religion to embellish himself and it means not a damn thing to him.
if God wanted us all to go get high, drunk and cheat on our spouses then we'd all be "good Christian girls" now wouldn't we?

In other knews, is Kyle Rochon now spelling his name Kyell? I'm sorry, but if you go by one name for 17 years you can't up and change it suddenly to make it look more "cool". The only time that ever worked was when Kaiti started going by Kaiti instead of Kaitlyn... in which case it suited her like a glove. Kyell just looks strange and I for one vote he change it back hastily.

Other than that, I don't have a lot to report except for the fact that I hear my home back in St.Croix is having trouble with the well and the water smells like rotten eggs and now I never want to come home.


p.s I was reading a note that Rubi wrote me and gave to John Bregante to give me at the airport and it upset me. I know it was a nice gesture but what it said was just... I dunno. Not very pleasing
"I was going to come to the airport and say goodbye to you, but I just wrote a note instead! love you, Rubi!"
so.... she had the chance to come see me off and she didn't?
I sure as fuck would have gone to see her off at the airport if I could.

Anyways. I gotta look at some porn and go to bed. Love you all

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(no subject) [Nov. 24th, 2005|06:41 pm]
You're British Columbia. You're hip and happenin'
but also a nice person who isn't a snob. Career
is important to you but it isn't your whole
life. People assume that your life is perfect
and that you have it all, like you were born
with a silver spoon in your mouth. But it's not
true; you do have your own set of troubles just
like everybody else.

What Canadian Province Are You?
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haha the quiz makes Quebec out to be some bloodthirsty nation of arrogant assholes. Oh wait a second.... haha they are!

Just kidding. I love you as much as the next guy... oh wait, he hates you too!

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CANADA'S NEXT TOP MODEL [Nov. 22nd, 2005|07:25 pm]
Fucking finally.

If you're hot and between 18 and 27 get your ass on the show and give me a shoutout.

hopefully they do it for another 2 seasons and my delicious Kaiti will have a go at it (and win, with that killer walk of hers)
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(no subject) [Nov. 14th, 2005|11:31 pm]
I know the html is wrong, but I used this code to write it for a website and it's really late here and I don't have time to do it all up pretty so just click the fucking links please thank you and everything else.

b]Before my haircut[/b]
fucking around with my camera... I was headbanging and left the timer going.
maybe drunk? I don't thinkso though
at the famous Mod's Hair before I went in. My hair looked exceptionally bad that day which just made the before and after pictures look more dramatic

went down to Micky D's after my haircut to meet my chum, Bridget.
she took my after shot
After comming home
This one was actually taken in the changing room. they make you wear bathrobes when you're getting your hair done. It's strange.
that night after I took a bath

The next morning

Today, after my bath
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WOOOOAH [Aug. 31st, 2005|10:01 am]
[Josiah Feels |curiouscurious]
[Tunes Be Playing |The school jazz band a floor above me practicing]

woah mamjama I'm still alive and bajillion miles away.
Everything is so different, including the keyboards.

Computers here are like hemrhoids there. Some people have them, but nobody talks about it.
Everyone has a cellphone that is just a couple microchips of technology away from being able to pilot a rocket into outerspace. After that, who the fuck needs a computer?

Honk if you miss me, because I miss each and every one of you. I feel sort of bad though that I'm sitting here updating my LJ and I haven't even touched my blog yet.
Just thought I'd give you the heads up.

Later babes.

my g-mail and my hotmail are both fully operational and ready to revieve your ove in copious ammounts. so go ahead, ring up your old pal Jo and we'll have us a text-chat.

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(no subject) [Aug. 14th, 2005|03:23 pm]
oh, and quick note.

What is with Jay telling everyone he dumped me? (Because all I wanted was sex, or something stupid like that..)
Get your story straight, jerk.
I dumped you. You can ask any of my friends that the 2 weeks before I dumped you I was telling them how bored I was with you. Get over it.

Ugh. I would appreciate anyone who hears rumors of our relationship to clarify that we did indeed date and that I dumped him. I hate when people say shit about me that isn't true
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7 day count down. [Aug. 14th, 2005|01:55 pm]
[Josiah Feels |bitchyWhatever.]
[Tunes Be Playing |Don't Speak - No Doubt]

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(no subject) [Aug. 5th, 2005|11:30 am]
forgot to mention... on our way to Cora's when we grabbed the bus, the bus driver stopped, randomly and started talking to two women in a car. The whole bus went silent and then Kyle shook his head and shouted

"Okay, I know she did not just pull the bus over to talk to her friend" and I laughed incredibly hard. It was awesome.
The last time we got a bus from Halifax to Dartmouth the bus driver pulled over and went into the meat shop to get a sub -for no reason-

I love metro transit.
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Today is gonna be the day [Jul. 27th, 2005|12:04 am]
[Josiah Feels |lovedloved]
[Tunes Be Playing |You're so vain - Carley Simon]

Today was a breath of fresh air. I got to Kyle for longer than usual, meeting up sometime around 8:30 and then going to his place for a movie and some fun (haaa) and then off to dinner at East Side Marios and finally going to see Mom play softball, but leaving for a walk to lay down in the grass and flirt until it was time to leave, sometime around 7:45.
It was our one month, and it's far too presumtious, but I think if he was willing ... we could deffinately have many more "1 months". However, the sad truth is, that I'll be leaving in about 25 days. I'm going to bawl like a baby.
However, I am optimistic that this relationship was fateful, and is due to continue in a year's time.

I just wrote a 2 page tribute to Miss Kaiti Kerr in my scrap book, complete with pictures from school, grade 9 graduation, and a couple photobooths we did this year. Ironically, during the middle of bearing my soul from pen to paper, Michelle Branch's "Goodbye to you" just HAD to come on. Fuck.
I could feel my tear ducts starting their engines, and thankfully I ran out of space to write, before the song took full advantage of me and raped me for every emotion I'm worth.
I feel very sorry that I never connected with anyone on a level equal to that of the level I did with Kaiti... I don't know if I didn't give you guys a chance, or it just wasn't meant to be, but it just seems she was the only thing on my mind when I was writing my memoirs tonight. (besides my miraculous day wiyh Kyle, of course). I recounted every major drama that has dawned on us since our meeting.

This girl saved me. I'd be some emo fuckhead, slitting his wrists and writing inane poetry if she wasn't there for me the way she was. I pray to whatever gods want to listen that this year apart does not become a detriment to the 4 years we've spent crying and laughing together.
Fuck you, Michelle Branch :-P
you have to make me all emotional!
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Hello, love [Jul. 18th, 2005|03:46 pm]
[Josiah Feels |bouncy]
[Tunes Be Playing |The sound of OBLIGATION.]


-Wondered if Kyle was casting spells on me today when I was in some candle shop

-Ate undercooked A&W after secretly vowing to be done with their sustinance until the end of time. I have commitment issues that are most likely going to transcend into other aspects of life.

-Everytime I use the word "Transcend" I think of the part in "My Dog Skip" where they won't take him for the war because he has an undescended left testicle.

-Dad is a terrible conversationalist. He has the personallity of Kim Stewart who has the personality of a block of wood. *sings* the cirrrrleeee of lifffeeee.

-I got my needle today. They gave me a Blues Clues bandaid. The last two times I got Batman, should I be overjoyed or underjoyed by this out-of-routine experience?

-Some guy in the mall was really hot cute and I followed him around.

-I'm home alone till 9. It's 31 degrees outside and I want to skinnydip

-Something about chewing gum and sitting on the toilet mortifies me.
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Hold on tight, I never know much more than this. [Jul. 15th, 2005|10:43 pm]
[Josiah Feels |anxiousanxious]
[Tunes Be Playing |Don't Cha - Pusstcat Dolls/Busta Rhymes (thanks Liam)]

**Edit: There's also construction going on at my house, so the backyard looks like the 7th ring of hell. Hopefully by some act of god the work will be finished in time. Probably not. Don't think I'm ghetto :P we just have lazy contractors who work once a week, and even then they don't do much.

So yeah guys. I was having second thoughts about it for a while, but now I deffinately want this party to be a success. I checked the long term forecast and I believe it's going to rain on the 25th,but that doesn't matter. We can still swim in the rain.

I haven't discussed plans completely, nothing is set in stone but the party will most likely be MONDAY the 25th of JULY, rain or shine. It will be all night, so you can show up any time and stay till any time on Tuesday.
My mother is very adament about POT LUCK. Bring food... It can be chips, cake, drinks, pizza, anything. As long as it's ediable and appeasing to the masses, it's A-Okay.

I have this horrible tendency to forget people. If you could drop me a line on MSN and give me some people who you think I should not forget to invite, that would be superb. Also, if you have questions or concearns contact me. Also contact me to inform you're either comming or not comming.

I apologize in advance, I'm a social butterfly and will most likely be inviting people from different if not all social circles. Please attempt to coexist.

Do -NOT- Bring a friend unless otherwise specified. There are some people I do not want to come, but don't feel comfortable telling them to their face.

I'm thinking there will be a pool curfew of 12-1am in the morning, depending on who's still awake. I don't want people drowning, so swim responsibly.

BRING TENTS. I won't lie, if it rains, my house (the downstairs portion) smells funky. I think it has something to do with the ground, but it isn't something I'm proud of showing my friends. Ergo, to avoid embarressment I'll probably be trying to put as many people outside as possible.
There are still arrangements for people to sleep inside.

ENTERTAINMENT: As you all know with every ounce of disdain that I live in the boondocks. I have a pretty decent inground pool, and a horde of DVDs, but it ends there. I have some, but not many board games... so if you have a PS2, or other forms of entertainment like Twister or something cliche like that, bring it along.

GOODBYE: As of the 25th, I believe it will mark 28 days (haha Rehab) until I leave you all for a year. It sounds selfish and arrogant, but if you could find some way to give me something to remember you by, I would be OVER THE MOON. Even if it's just a cheesy card. (Gifts are also welcome XD)

THIS IS NOT WOODSTOCK: I'm sorry, but this is going to be a drug free event. Please don't bring drugs or alcohol into my house. My Dad will still be lingering around, even if just in the shadows and it would be highly disrespectful to offend my family by consuming anything illegal under our roof.
If you think a party without inebriation isn't cool, then don't come. Send me a card saying "have a nice trip" and go get drunk on your own time. Also, I can't really tell you not to be doing the hmm hmm because I don't know if I'll be doing it myself. However, don't be dumbasses. If I come back and any of you have a kid and I do the math and it was 9 months ago from my party, I'm throwing your pride and joy down a well. Capiche?
I agree that sober parties can be a drag, but hey... Do it for me :)

Uh.. so yeah.

Anyway, just an update on my personal life:

It sucks to not know what your boyfriend is thinking, and to always have suspicions in the back of your head that he could just break up with you at any point for any reason. It worries me. I think I'm falling in love with him.
Nite, guys.
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Boom. [Jul. 14th, 2005|08:10 pm]
[Josiah Feels |awakeawake]
[Tunes Be Playing |Unchain My Heart - Dianeleys Hernendez (yeah, Idol, I know)]

I'm currently in the process (it will take forever) of making all my entires "Friends Only" so I can start writing my memoirs. I think that if I publish any works of my own and it becomes a hit and then people discover I have a livejournal... that it will be a detriment to people's privacy.

I never wanted a "Friend's Only" Journal, because I love how everyone can read my works. Also, I don't know if I will be so frivilous with my friends... I may only let a select few stay on the list, and I may even be more frugal with letting people join. Sorry guys.

I deleted my internet profiles today. Well, the two main ones, the other ones I don't give a shit about... they have like 10 hits. As far as I'm concearned, that chapter in my life is over. I feel like such an airhead thinking this but my life has been so fateful. Thank god I dated Nicole Williams in grade 6... she was the only reason I wanted to go to Hants West, and thank god we "broke up" like in September, which meant I was stuck at that school and I had to make a whole new group of friends.
That's when I met Kaiti which was a pivitol point in my life, which never would have happened if I went to Windsor insted of Hants West. Also I met Anke, one of the single people in my life that has had the most outstanding impact. ANYONE who meets Anke is instantly changed for the better, she has very seductive means of persuasion (thinking nonsexually, here) and can easily recruit people to the front lines as a full fledged hippie in the war against Consumer Whores. Meeting Anke lead to me meeting Lilly, Anna and Katheryn, because if I had no met her, I would -not- have joined Dramafest, she was the one who talked me into it. Had I not gone to Dramafest, I would never, NEVER have met Kyle and I would probably be sitting on the other end of the Cafeteria with god knows who, from Windsor, acting like some stuck-up bitch.

So many things lead me down so many different roads. I've changed so much, I've gone through so much, and sometimes I feel like I've been raped of a childhood. I feel like I had to preservere and sometimes my life looked rather bleak, but now I'm comming out on top. I will never settle for a man who I know is beneath me anymore, I will never settle for friends who don't appreciate me anymore, I will never settle for mediocre grades or a lack of respect anymore. I am a new Josiah, and I feel like I have hypothetically crawled out of the primortial soup bowl again with a clean slate, fully loaded and fully prepared to take on my Japanese experience and grow from it without any inhibitions.

I'd also like to plugg my book :)
I'd also like to make sure you guys hound my ass about it, I think I'm gonna drop it next year, when I turn 18 so when my parents, grandparents, realatives and teacher's read it, that they'll all pretty much have no authoritative(sp?) claim over me at that point and just have to live with all the pretty depressing factiods I lace my writing with.
I'm in the process of making everything hard-copy. I know I'm going to miss a LOT of shit out, but I'm going through my LJ from start-to-finish and as I make them "Friends only" I'm kind of taking notes on what happened every day quickly in my notebook. Eventually, I think when I publish the book I will probably delete my journal. I'm going to make my memoir my project while I'm in Japan and plan to have it fully written by the time I return to Canada so then I can start looking for a publisher.
Man, I really have to pee.. brb.
Okay. sorry I took so long, I kind of went to watch tv for a minute too. Sometimes it's so depressing you can't convey great gaps in time with your writing, at least convey it in a manner that people will actually loose patience between sentances. Oh my, rambling again!

Uh, Today I went to see Kyle. It was pretty good, we watched Les Miserables, which was pretty good. Uma was in it, but her role was pretty short and she dies pretty quick. OH.. I meant to say "SPOILER". You don't care, you're not gonna watch it anyway, you schmucks. After that we went to Hali and ate, and I testify that I'm never eating A&W again, it makes me ill. I never finish my food and it gives me an upset stomach afterwards. Anyhoo, we went to visit his mom, and she was pretty awesome as ushe. Then I met his ex boyfriend. Oh my god. We took a walk through Public Gardens and bumped into him. He's like 6'3 at least. Really tall, nice blonde hair, he's pretty skinny, perfect skin, green eyes. Kyle was like, doe eyed and disgusting over him, leaking pharamones to the point that I think the birds even started to get interested, like an invisable slut sludge. I got very jealous, VERY quickly.
Also we've established the fact that I don't keep secrets about myself at all, so it's almost impossible to get "dirt" on me. Yay.

Anyway, entry is so long winded. Have a great one, you guys. I think I'm gonna go do the dishes now.
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