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Yo, I am so ampe'd, in a couple weeks I am gonna be going out to tahoe to be considered for a snowboard instructing job at squaw valley.  I will get to snowboard everyday and get paid for a whole month straight with a free pass.  beats the hell out of the east coast shi*t i ride on all the time.  I will be able to make pow turns, instead of ice turns, at my will.  And there will actually be something other than the park to ride (i love the park don't get me wrong but every now and then I would love a good 30 foor cliff to drop).  It will only be for a month but I am sure it will be sick. 


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well its only been one, but i like this song


In two more years, my sweetheart, we will see another view
Such longing for the past for such completion
What was once golden has now turned a shade of grey
I've become crueler in your presence

They say: "be brave, there's a right way and a wrong way"
This pain won't last for ever, this pain won't last for ever

Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years so hold on
X2

You've cried enough this lifetime, my beloved polar bear
Tears to fill a sea to drown a beacon
To start anew all over, remove those scars from your arms
To start anew all over more enlightened

I know, my love, this is not the only story you can tell
This pain won't last for ever, this pain won't last for ever

Two more years...

You don't need to find answers for questions never asked of you
You don't need to find answers
x2

Dead weights, balloons
Drag me to you
Dead weights, balloons
To sleep in your arms

I've become crueler since I met you
I've become rougher, this world is killing me

And we cover our lies with handshakes and smiles
And we try to remember our alibis
We tell lies to our parents, we hide in their rooms
We bury our secrets in the garden
Of course we could never make this love last
I said of course we could never make this love last
The only love we know is love for ourselves
We bury our secrets in the garden



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This instalment of the Daily Barns discusses the subject of cougar hunting and the pitfalls that may be involved in performing this activity.  This study is purely anecdotal but I'll try to generalize as much as possible to propose a set of guidelines to maintain some modicum of safety and sanity when hunting (well there's still a big question mark on the whole sanity thing on account of the even bigger question mark on MY sanity; but I digress).

The week before last I was invited to one of these singles mixer type events.  I wasn't particularly keen on going but I figured that a) I might meet someone interesting and b) at the very least, I might get a good story out of it.  The event took place on the Thursday so my buddy Gurbir and I made our way to the Aulde Dubliner (the pub hosting the event) with weapons of ass destruction in hand.

Having seen the guest list for this event, we quickly realized that we would likely be the youngest people there.  So we decided that the best strategy would be to use our youth as cougar bait; I think the plan worked.
It only took about 15 minutes for the first "interesting" encounter to take place.  I was already on my second pint of beer (I was worried about being bored).  This woman, claiming to be 35, but I'm sure is at least a few years old than that (or has done some pretty serious drugs in her life), came up to us and started chatting.  That's when we found out that she used the guest list to build files on all the men in the joint (she even knew that I'm a snowboarding instructor, and even though it's not exactly a national secret, it's still creepy).  She used these files extensively instead of asking us questions which was weird.  The longer this conversation went on, the more we realized that this woman was bat shi*t insane ... AWESOME!  We eventually sent her away by convincing her to go sign up for the raffle for free beer.  Speaking of beer, my glass was empty so it was time to go order another pint.

Once at the bar, I started talking to another girl.  Unlike the previous one, she didn't seem insane and was genuinely quite interesting.  A few minutes into the conversation however, I get a tap on my shoulder.  The president of the company I work for was at this event and decided to come over and chat.  "Did you know I'm single?" she asked.  "It's not really the kind of question you think of asking the president", I said.  Having now established her relationship status, we came to the conclusion that I might run into her at some of these things.  Now I'm sure that some of you might see how this could be awkward, which is exactly how I felt at first.  This turned out to be a blessing though because now I have the President helping me pick up girls.  This is fantastic, the president is my wingman, I must have done a backside 5 under a lucky star or something. I think I'm gonna go to a few more of these between now and the start of the snowboarding season.

Singles mixers are highly entertaining and often cheaper than a movie.  I recommend attending these events for the sheer awesomeness factor of it all.  Here are a few things to keep in mind if you do:

- Beware of bat shi*t insane cougars.  They are dangerous, especially if well organized.  On the other hand, they can be really fun to mess with.
- If at all possible, get the president to be your wingman.  It will greatly elevate your status and serves as a great deterrent for the afore mentioned "bat shi*t insane" cougars.

Keeping these things in mind when going on your own cougar hunting excursion will greatly increase the probability of fun and zaniness.  Besides, I wouldn't want any misfortune to befall you before the first snow fall preventing you from doing those oh so precious first rides.  So until next time,

Keep shreddin' the GNAR!
J.

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hey ya'llz!!dis is me! dee owner of dis page..well i'm brand new in dis site, so ah hope ya'llz will make me feel comfortable and welcum in hurr!!anewayz..ya'llz can view mah page at ane tyme ya want..but just don't make ane stupid comments or suggestions unless u knoe it's not gonna hurt me!!aiight..peas out nigahz!!

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Forgiven to me
You're forgiven to me
You're just another dead man living to me
Forgiven to me
You're forgiven to me
How can you let a dead man live?

Forgiven to me
You're forgiven to me
You're just another dead man living to me
Forgiven to me
You're all giving to me
How can you let a dead man live?
Forgiven to me
You're forgiven to me
You're just another nightmare walking to me
You weren't dreaming of me
Now you're giving to me
How can I let a nightmare live?

To be purified in fire
Anesthetic for the pain
As the final words erupt from your mouth
Who will remember your name?

Forgiven to me
You're forgiven to me
You're just another dead man living to me
Forgiven to me
You're all giving to me
How can you let a dead man live?
Forgiven to me
You're forgiven to me
You're just another nightmare walking to me
You weren't dreaming of me
Now you're giving to me
No longer will the nightmare live

To be purified in fire
Anesthetic for the pain
As the final words erupt from your mouth
Who will remember your name?

Walking the line that the world has drawn
Fighting for balance alone in the dark
Will you carry the burden the world has grown?
Will you destroy everything in your sight?
You were wrong, now give this one more try
You were wrong, in begging me to die...(or tonight)

To be purified in fire
Anesthetic for the pain
As the final words erupt from your mouth
Who will remember your name?
Who will remember your name?
Remember your name
Remember your name
Forgiven to me
You're forgiven to me
Remember your name
Forgiven to me
You're forgiven to me



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There are times when we are forced to grow…granted its intertwined with skepticism and a sense of fear…that time has arrived once again, and the odds grow expediential and my energy flutters and wanes all in a blink and a stare.

 

With a deep sigh and small frown of my forehead… I step into the lime light again. To be an exhibition the image of the tired a true…a false idol with no temple. No subjects. A palace built on a mild red and deep blue divan…

 

Hours turn to days, days fall into weeks and the weeks lament the previous days and its hours…all I can question is why I did it in the first place….but what I desire is small a title…Mr. Student Body President….until then the story ends here……

 

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I don't know if you can,
but can you get an owner for Ons,
that's O-N-S,Junior Market,
the address is 1934 East Aneheim,
all the windows are busted out,
and it's like a free-for-all in here
and uh the owner should at least come
down here and see if he can secure his business,
if he wants to...

April 26th, 1992,
there was a riot on the streets,
tell me where were you?
You were sittin' home watchin' your TV,
while I was paticipatin' in some anarchy.

First spot we hit it was my liqour store.
I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford.
With red lights flashin' time to retire,
And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire.

Next stop we hit it was the music shop,
It only took one brick to make that window drop.
Finally we got our own p.a.
Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today?
Hey!

(call fire, respond mobil station.
alamidos in Anahiem,
its uhh flamin up good.
10-4 Alamidos in Anaheim)

Never doin no time

When we returned to the pad to unload everything,
It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings.
So once again we filled the van until it was full,
since that day my livin' room's been more comfortable.

Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here,
It's getting harder and harder and harder each and every year.

Some kids went in a store with thier mother,
I saw her when she came out she was gettin some pampers.

They said it was for the black man,
they said it was for the mexican,
and not for the white man.

But if you look at the streets it wasn't about Rodney King,
It's bout this f*cked up situation and these f*cked up police.
It's about coming up and staying on top
and screamin' 187 on a mother f*ckin' cop.
It's not written on the paper it's on the wall.
National guard??!
Smoke from all around,

bo! bo! bo!

(units, units be advised there is an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 temple,
938 temple... 30 subjects with bags.. tryin to get inside the cb's house)

(as long as I'm alive, I'mma live illegal)

Let it burn, wanna let it burn,
wanna let it burn, wanna wanna let it burn

(I'm feelin' Sad and Blue)

Riots on the streets of Miami,
oh, Riots on the streets of Chicago,
oh, on the streets of Long Beach,
mmm, and San Francisco (Boise Idaho),
Riots on the streets of Kansas City
(Salt Lake, Hunnington Beach, CA),
Tuscalusa Alabama (Arcada Compton Mischigan),
Cleveland Ohio,
Fountain Valley (Texas, Barstow - Let's do this every year),
Paramount, Victorville (Twice a Year),
Eugene OR, Eureka CA (Let it burn, let it burn),
Hesperia (Oh, ya let it burn, wont'cha wont'cha let it burn),
Santa Barbara, Nevada, (let it burn)
Phoenix Arizona,
San Diego, Lakeland Florida, (let it burn)
f*ckin... 29 Palms (wontcha let it burn)

any units assist 334 willow,
structure fire, and numerous subjects looting

10-15 to get rid of this looter..

10-4



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i'm back in beautiful BC now, and felt the urge to come here and share with you all a little story about my last night in magdeburg. it captures the essence of the city quite well, in my humble opinion. so sit back, relax, and be sure to take eye breaks every so often. i recommend once every five minutes, look down as far as you can, then up, left, and right. go crosseyed, then normal. repeat.

to begin with, i must first tell this little anecdote. part way into my stay, i went out to a club with my guy and some of his friends. at this club i happened to meet a hot girl, who apparently found me hot too, as she spent half the night telling me i was beautiful and kissing me. anything more than that had to be translated, because i didn't understand german and she didn't understand english. no matter, attraction is attraction after all. as the night ended, she gave me her bracelet as a "promise", and told me it was worth 1500 euros. i tried to give it back, she refused to take it, yada yada yada, two weeks later it was still kicking around, it was my last night in germany, and she wanted to meet up at the club again. i can't deny that running through my mind (and my guy's) was "threesome? threesome? hell yeah!" for the days leading up to it. so that was the whole reason we went there that night, and didn't just have a big house party.

so this brings us to friday night, and after picking up some friends from out of town, cooking them some dinner, and drinking lots of good german beer, we headed out to take the tram. the stop after ours, about 20 skinheads got on, and started singing at the top of their lungs. now, i'm no great linguist, and i don't understand german, but i can understand "heil hitler" when i hear it. especially when it's coming at loud volumes from my left, with a solitary voice joining in from the right. and i have to admit, stupid canadian that i am, i at first thought they were joking, and started laughing. but daniel, the german from out of town who, coincidentally, has a shaved head, put his toque on and told me to shut up. i got the message. at this point, ben, another canadian, began rummaging through his bag. we asked what he was looking for.

"my camera" was the answer. did he want to get killed?? no, no he didn't, and he zipped up his bag and sat there more nicely than an innocent first grade schoolgirl. through this, the skinheads were still singing. and they were still singing when we got off the tram ten minutes later. and i'm willing to bet they kept right on singing until we ran into them at the club again three hours later. but in the meantime, we had beer to drink, weed to smoke, and ruckus to cause. around half midnight we were still debaucherising when my guy's cell rang, and who should it be but hot girl from the club, wondering where the hell our canadian asses were. whoops. here i thought it was just a casual "we'll run into you there" type deal, but i guess not. so, not wanting to ruin our prospects any more, we hightailed it to the club.

cover's paid, jackets are checked, i've barely taken two steps into the room when hot girl is all over me, crying her eyes out. and that's about when i start freaking out. cause what the hell do you do when a girl throws herself at you and starts crying? apparently the look on my face was hilarious as i was trying to figure out what to do, cause my guy was laughing at me. and then, she gets him to translate for her. and tells me she loves me. and that she was scared she'd never see me again. and that she wants me all to herself. then starts crying and hugging me again. i finally manage to extricate myself, by saying that we have to go meet our friends (which we did).

so off we go to stand at the entranceway, all the while asking each other what the hell we were supposed to do, we hadn't counted on her being a psycho, and hadn't she looked hotter last time? the rest of our group couldn't show up fast enough, but unfortunately they left us in the lurch for the better part of half an hour. and in that half an hour, back psycho girl came, and in the process of telling me she loved me and kissing me, she burned me with her smoke. ouch. which set her off crying again. finally our friends showed up, and we all went out on the dance floor. by this time i'd filled a couple of them in (they'd been betting we'd be going home with her) and all they could do was laugh at me when back she came and started shakin her booty at me. not that i object to women shakin their booties at me, it's just disturbing when it comes attached to a psycho brain.

not one to be rude, however, i spent the next hour dancing with her, and pretending everything was ok. she'd disappear for a while, i'd start to think i was safe from her lovesick craziness, and back she'd come. who knew i had that effect on women. meet me twice and they fall in love. bleh, love. finally she had to go for good, as her ride was leaving. she hadn't even been gone ten minutes when a text msg appeared on my guy's cell, saying something to the effect of "tell caterina i want to share my bed with her once again" to which he replied "and me?". the only response was "i love her!" and we left it at that. i'm still not sure when i ever shared her bed in the first place, but i'll chalk that up to her inability to speak english, as opposed to me having been fed roofies.

after that, the night got better, even though the music got worse. we wound up smoking three joints in the club, pretending we were still in amsterdam, and i was so super high. i've never noticed how amazingly wonderful strobe lights are before. it was almost enough to be able to block out one of our friends, let's call him puffy, who had drunk way too much and was very clumsily hitting on me in english, his second language. it consisted of phrases like "i think i would like for you to be an angel", "you know how, no one is listening, when can you?" and "forget, i was never here". he then tried picking fights with skinheads twice his size, and drank even more.

so around five, it was slowing down, and we decided to book it. saved one of our girls from being hit on by two not-so-attractive guys (in the morning she found their numbers in her pocket and had no idea how they got there), and then headed back to her place. on the way, we decided to stop in at one of the other guy's place, because he had food. right at the corner of his street, puffy sits his ass down and refuses to move, because he thinks we all hated him and that no one wanted to talk to him. the entire walk he'd been trying to pick fights with the other guys, so we left him there with the only other german in the group, hans. hans ended up getting extremely frustrated with puffy, and followed us soon after. he showed up at the apartment with the news that there was an old, bloody man trying to kick in the door.

so, the four boys rushed downstairs to kick him out. they got him as far as the other side of the street when he began shouting. and shouting, and shouting. his favourite line seemed to be "Auslanders raust!" which, in case you don't know german, means, in no uncertain terms, "foreigners get the fck out of our country". he'd obviously been tailing us for a while and had heard us speaking english. so, a yelling match began, with the american and the brit screaming out the window that they were going to call the cops on him if he didn't get his intolerant ass out of there. (of course, there were other obscenities and forceful words, but for these purposes i'll keep it nice) and he shouted back at them something to the effect of "i'm a german and germans are the only people who deserve to be in this country!" and kept going on in this vein, punctuating everything with the good old "Auslanders raust!".

and then, hans gets up at the window, and begins a huge tirade that i think only a native magdeburg german speaker would understand. i'm sure it was full of colourful language and deadly insults, but the result was for the bloody man in the street to return the speach by telling hans that he was actually a foreigner. talk about confusing. it was around this point that one of the roommates woke up, walked to the window in his underpants, took one look at the situation and walked back into is room. he came out five seconds later with a giant stick and ran downstairs, into the street, and chased the man away with the stick.

soon after, hans left to find puffy and take a tram home. we learned later that he'd found puffy on the same corner, talking to the bleeding man. we ourselves left soon after, to crash at another friend's place, and on the way who should we see but bleeding old man. he had a bloodstain the size of a CD on his right side, his hands were covered in blood, and his fly was open. but, he didn't talk to us, didn't even recognize us. home free. i think it was sometime past six thirty when we found a deflating air mattress and collapsed.

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and that's the end of that long, crazy, night. i think it topped a week in amsterdam on the list of european craziness. watch this space for more canadian craziness in europe!

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				With all those thoughts I've left behind,
I'm putting to death, no remorse what's 
pushed inside,
With a toast I sigh,
I'm sealing the fate of this weight, 
what's left has died,
Goodbye to this child.
Taking a piece of a promise that's left for 
mine,
You'll see my eyes start to dry,
My loose ends are tied...
I see the day bring light

Kill the day and fill me, 
break my pastrenew me
Lift up my head, I'm weary
Strip my thoughts and I'll...
Kill this day, 
now fill me

Bleed out my wounds, Bleed out my wounds
And break free to shed cocoons
My second taste of you is the end
All I need to breathe anew

All those ways to choke my neck
I'm turning my back on those hopeless, 
failed attempts.
I see my breath bringing a place that's .
so long been past as left.
But now I know what's next,
I'm sealing the fate of my selfish existence
Pushing on with life from death, 
no questions left.
I'm giving my life, no less.



I know you love that song! I certainly do... and the 
message of it is AWESOME too. (if you dont get what
they're talking about, ask me.

		

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1. Your name spelled backward?
ElociN-Anel

2. Who is your best friend of the opposite sex?
Joshua

3. The last thing u downloaded onto your computer?
music

4. Have you ever licked a 9 volt battery?
idk lol probly...

5. Last time you swam in a pool?
yesterday

6. Have you ever been in a school play?
yeah

theres no ..7... ok????

8. Type of music you dislike most?
umm.. umm country or rap

9. Are you registerd to vote?
nope

10. Do you have cable?
yupp

11. Have you ever ridden on a mo-ped?
yup

12. Ever made a prank phone call?
HAHA yeah ...

14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?
f*ck YES

15. Furthest place you ever traveled?
umm idk...

16. Do you have a garden?
uh...... yeah

17. What's your favorite comic strip?
i dont have one...

18. Do you know all the words to the national anthem?
no....i dont know any of em

19. Bath or Shower, morning or night?
Shower.. both

20. Best movie you've seen in the past month?
Fun with Dick and Jane

21. Favorite pizza topping?
....chocolate chips!

22. Chips or popcorn?
chips...

23. What type of deodorant do you use?
secert

24. Have you ever smoked peanut shells?
No i cant even touch a peanut shell

25. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant?
once...
.
26. Orange juice or apple juice?
O.J ALL THE WAY (if u know what i mean)

27. Who were the last people you went out to dinner with?
KENT!

28. Favorite type of chocolate bar?
.. umm.. charleston chew?

30. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?
idk

31. Have you ever won a trophy?
yeah. 4 track!

34. Ever ordered from an infomercial?
yeah lol

35. Sprite or 7-UP?
7-UP

36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school or work?
yeah.. everyday

37. Last thing you bought at Walgreens?
um.. "girl items"

38. Ever thrown up in public?
oh yeah

39. Would you prefer being a millinaire or finding true love?
BOTH!!1.. true love..

40. Do you believe in love at first sight?
yeah

41. Can ex's be just friends?
yupp

42. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?
my friend Kenz .. 2 years ago

43. Did you have long hair as a young kid?
kinda

45. Where would you like to go right now?
Calgary... idk y lol

46. What was the name of your first pet?
Lil Lena

47. What kind of back pack do you have, and what's in it ?
umm a side bag and uh.. my schol stuff and my tie

48. Last incoming call on your phone?
Danica

49. What is one thing you are grateful for today?
not hit my sister; stupid ex bf

50. What do you think about most?
why cant i be in a good relationship?

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