Old Diaries

Laying in bed writing mental notes about all the packing and moving I have to do tomorrow. Just as I was hitting the light to MAYBE start dozing off, my sister bursts into my room. Now there is several things that run through my mind every time she does this.
1. Something is wrong and I need to get up and help immediately
2. Something is weird and I should probably know about it or...
3. Something is hilarious and I'm probably going to laugh for the next half hour.
She looked at me with a perfectly straight face and then started laughing and said "Oh my gosh Jory, I just found my old diary." Yea, I was pretty pumped. I have two diaries from my younger days that I've read with her multiple times. One is from elementary school and another one is junior high. We laugh at all the little things that I thought were huge deals back then and at my complete lack of better judgement. But she has never read me hers because it's been lost for years. Anyway, I got to relive our first school dance through her eyes and her boyfriend dramas. But the more she read, the more I realized that a lot of her entries were about me and MY life. I had forgotten that I had to stick up for my sister to my so called "best friends" when they started back stabbing her and calling her rude and judgmental. I remembered how that killed me to think that they would stoop so low as to come to me to bash my little sister. I forgot about the track and field race in grade one when she lost her shoe in the middle of the run and I stopped to wait for her so we could both finish last. And I forgot about the one night when my old suitor (is that a nice enough word for stalker?) threatened suicide because I didn't love him back.
We ended up laughing at most of her entries, like her first introduction to beer at a grade eight party and how she just had an    :o   expression on her face as she watched our best guy friend take a swig. And when we both got asked to be grad escorts and excitedly said yes... to our ex's. We laughed because we both know that in the end, both of us would end up declining last minute. Another one about how the girl who we are now best friends with, had called her ugly and annoying and beaked her to everyone she could back in grade nine. There's even an entry about when the first guy in our class started growing facial hair.

Anyway I just thought I would write this down so I can come back and look at it later. Who knows when that diary will show its floral-covered face again?

By the way, the other day my sister told me that the emoticon " :o " reminds her of me.
... And I asked myself... "What? :o"

If things aren't Peachy, can they be Potato-y?

Spent my day (or the few short hours I have after work) thinking about depressing things and doubting what I know is solid. It lead to a very depressing evening. I'm usually the fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of girl, but today I backed up a bit and started asking myself where my life was headed and if I liked the direction its on now. I could just feel my care free way of thinking slipping away and a very dark reality setting in. What should I do? For once, I am unsure of myself and feel self conscious, it's a terrible feeling. I'm hoping it goes away soon!

Crumble Pun

Hello Blog. I have a bone to pick with you.

Well... which one do you want? 

59th Street Bridge Song

This is an addition to the last post I made. Just think everyone should watch this video. It makes me laugh everytime! It's a couple of friends of mine..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naJTVDO0gmk&feature=player_embedded#!

Music Pizza?

Always wanted to make that. Not sure how you do it, but I'll come up with something one day.

I felt strange sitting down at the piano after not playing in almost two weeks. I messed around with some tunes of my own for a while then started thinking of songs i used to play all the time. I cracked open an old piano binder and stared at the sheet music to a duet me and my sister used to do years ago; Morning has Broken. I looked at my part and was so lost. I checked the notes sight read for the first 5 bars, then all of a sudden, I was finished the entire piece. And what surprised me was that after the first line I hadn't checked the sheet music once! I didn't know any of the notes I was playing, my fingers were doing all the work. So I decided to play a Ludovico Einaudi piece that I had learned almost 6 months ago. I don't have any sheet music to this one so I really had to start from scratch. I couldn't even remember how it all was supposed to sound but, again, it was like my fingers had a mind of their own! So cool! I found that every song that I could think of, I could just play without thinking about it.

The following picture has nothing to do with this blog post.

It creeps me out now, because I get this mental image of little brains in every one of my fingertips. I'm so going to miss playing when I'm in university..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTkzyyv0DuA

Holy Cow

If you take those two words literally and make some lame-ass dad joke about how a cow can't be holy, then I'm going to have to...

... Sue you. Because that's just what everyone's doing these days. Did you know that a thief broke into this families home while they were away for a weekend and somehow got locked in the garage where there was no food or water? Yea, he stayed there and starved all weekend and when the family got back, he sued them! And guess what. The world of justice is soo messed up that this robber guy actually won the case. 

A lady ordered a coffee at McDonalds. Not an iced coffee, a legit hot coffee. Then she accidentally dumped it on herself and got burned. Muffin. She won that court case too. And that's why there is all kinds of "CAUTION: HOT" warnings all over the cups now. 

So in the true questioning words of the beginning of a terrible song by American Idols own Jennifer Hudson, I ask "WORLD, WHY?"

... At least I think that's what it says. 

Anyway, why is everyone so obsessed with money these days? Just buddy up to some billionair's great grandchild who will inherit all of it and your set! Ha, I'm totally kidding.

Ps. I think that song is called "If this isn't love" if you want to check out the introduction. It makes me and my sister laugh and quote it.

To Save the World All You Must Know Is...

I freaking love towels

Let's Talk About Se.......ne kids

Yes, yes I realize there's a spelling error in the title, I don't really care. 

Scene kids. I swear they hate everyone. Always beaking each other for being "fake-ass-scene" or "wannabe-scene" and always beaking people who listen to emo music, but who aren't quite dedicated enough to cut their hair in retarded ways and pack 4 lbs of makeup onto their face (no matter what gender they are). Beaking normal people for being "sellouts" and labeling people of other stereotypes to be attention seekers. Always talking about moshing, pig-squealing or warped tour (and how there is SOOOO many Wish They Were As Scene As Me people).

But the thing that annoys me the most is that a lot of scene kids think they invented some of the music they listen to. If they find one of their Non-scene friends likes one of their songs, they take credit for finding it and literally act like they wrote it. And if a song ever gets popular, then all of a sudden it sucks and the band becomes a sell out. UGH drives me up the wall..

Speaking of walls, 

No we really weren't speaking of walls. So I'm just going to go. 

I know you're DYING to know the difference between Scene hair and Emo hair. So I'll post a link to help you out so you NEVER confuse a scene kid with a emo kid. Man, that scene kid would be so angry, they would probably smack you with their huge, saggy earlobe that they stretched out with a bike tire. 

http://www.scene-hair.net/hairstyles/the-difference-between-emo-and-scene-hair.html

ttfn

Last Thoughts

Ever feel like your standing still? Yeah, me either!.. ever. Life is just a blur

When I look at my friends lives, though, I really am standing still, for now anyway. Some have moved out and are living on their own, another one has just got a promotion, then one of my best friends just got dumped while another bestie just got engaged! (Shh... I'm not supposed to tell, she's only 18!). Other friends are off to different universities all across Canada. Quite proud of them really. But sadly, none of my pals that I have grown up with are going to MY university

I feel weird when old people watch me put sugar in my coffee. It's like they give you the evil eye if you put more than a half a teaspoon of sugar in it. Maybe that's just my own suspicion. If I'm being completely honest, I HATE black coffee with a passion. Lots and LOTS of sugar. Actually at work, me and my buddy Adam figured that in one large styrofoam cup there should be two creamers and 5-6 packets of sugar. That way, you can hardly tell that its coffee! Haha

Funerals are really no fun. But the after gathering is somehow always more sweet than bitter. Everyone is just happy with remembering the person who died and usually there's a lunch. At this lunch there's always pickles. And I don't know if its the state of mind your in at the funeral or what, but those are always the BEST pickles you will ever eat! And tea. Always tea. The best tea you will ever drink. This is true for all events that happen at our community hall, but they still carry the title Funeral Pickles.

This is the last random thought, I promise!

When I was swaying in the wind on top of a very uneven scissor lift, watching two tornados come down out of the clouds and barely scrape the ground, I was thinking; Who ever thought of direction? And has it always been there? And now I'mm thinking, What if I would have died right there? The lift fall down and crunch me like a bug. Wow. What an AWESOME last thought. Hahaha...

I'm not going to bother explaining the sushi pics. 

And also, at my funeral there better be Funeral Pickles. 

Hey Future Jory, I know your probably pissed at me right now for absolutely failing at this whole "Post Everyday of the Summer" thing but I just don't have enough time! How did Past Jory not see this one coming..

Working some of my last days at Complete Body Workout.. (like I would refer to my job as its actual title, ha!). And sometime before the 30th I have to get all my stuff together. And by that I really do mean ALL my stuff. Finally completely moving out after nearly 19 years of being under the close watch of my parents. You have NO idea how excited I am about this! And no idea how absolutely opposite of excited my parents are. Well I shouldn't say that. My mom is pumped for me and my sister to be headed off to the same school she went to, my dad is a little less than enthusiastic on losing his girls. He is demanding we slow our social lives down so we "don't get into any bad habits for the fall"... I can accurately quote this because I get the same speech every day. Twice a day. And more today for my behavior this weekend. Went out three nights. But who cares? I drove on Friday, had fun on Saturday and was home by 11:30 on Monday. I wasn't late for work or dragging my butt instead of working. Oh well... I guess he's gotta deal with it somehow, I'll miss him no matter what. And my little brother. Its the greatest feeling to know someone looks up to you. A real compliment.

My grandparents are here. Me and Jen had a big talk with Gram. Like two hours! Haha she's really adapted to our sense of humor and is starting to pick up on some of our "young person lingo". She kept telling us all about the "lovely young, clean cut chaps" that she's met. We just laugh, as long as the guy is polite and keeps up with his hair, Gram's won over. Oh, and he has to eat. And eat. And eat. This is why she loves my friend Nick. Because he eats all her food. Hahaha, seriously he is her favorite.

Going to bed now, bye!

P.s. BRUISES.

I painted that.

... :P