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Country: Canada
Birthday: 10/2/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: My hobbies are playing guitar, watching friends and survivor, playing basket ball, skate boarding, and training my guppies.
Expertise: I'm an expert at failing math tests.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Research
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/25/2003
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| Ok, so let me tell you about my insane train ride back home.
I'm on the subway for a while sitting with danny from my pantry. He
gets off after donlands, not sure what station exactly it is. So then I
go sit with some girls who are also runners at the acc. After a bit I
notice a tall guy dressed in a black long leather jacket and a matching
hat, or should I say, leather fedora. He was tall and skinny with a
rugged look to him. I didn't htink much of him. I looked back a few
minutes later and noticed that he was staring at me. I still didn't
think much of it untill I checked yet again and STILL!! he was staring
at me! So i ask the girls if it was just me or if the guy was staring
at me. And they both had already noticed what was going on! So we start
to kinda joke about it saying I should wink at him etc. So we give it
some time and I look up and he's still there and still just staring
straight at me! So I try to ignore it, I give it some time, then ask
the girls if he's still looking at me and they both answer yes. So by
this point, I'm thinking, "lunatic in a black leather jacket with an
indiana jones fedora." I check his pockets for any hints of concealed
weapons. I prepare myself mentally for the worst. "If he follows me be
prepared to call the cops" I thnk to myself. But ofcourse, I dont let
on that i'm nervous. I continue to joke about it with the girls saying
he must be a brokeback mountain kinda guy. So we start reach warden
station and I look up hoping he gets off since my station is next. And
he moves! He says, "Whats the matter Ya CRY BAbby! and walks off the
train giving me dirty looks and such. All i can do is smirk and try not
to laugh to hard. He continues to stare me down as the doors shut and
procedes to give me the finger as the train roles away! Ofcourse, I
just wink and smile and laugh! And think the whole thing was pretty
hilairious! Which it was. But boy was I relieved when those doors
shut! Even while I was smirking and winking i feared he'd reach his arm
into the closing doors and come after me! And I have no idea what the
guy's problem with me was. at least it was with me and not some other
person i guess.
Well that's my train storry. I can add it to the collection. There's
the crazy singing woman who gave me the finger and now the crazy
brokeback mountain/ idiana jones-wanna-be guy who gave me the finger!
Hahahaha. I'm laughing even now.
Plus this whole crazy train man was made even scarier by my cell phone
experience i just had earlier. This story started after i finish work.
I reach the mens locker room open my locker and realize my phone was
vibrating. So i flip it open to answer the call but some crazy stuff
started happening and I couldn't answer the call. But my phone kept
vibrating. The other guy in the room asked what kinda special features
i was getting cuz his girl freind would be interested in getting it
too.
I tried some more to make it stop vibrating but no matter what i
pressed or how hard i flipped it shut it kept vibrating. And there were
no calls coming in! It just vibrated non stop. I waited some time for
it to stop on its own, but it didn't! It just kept going and going and
going untill i finally shut it off completely and powered it back on.
So ofcourse this is just some silly malfunction you think... unless
you have a vivid imagination and have watched freaky movies like the
ring or the grudge where unexplainable phenomenoms happen to gadgets
and giszmos.
So while i was on the train, i htought of the crazy phone insident
while the phsycotic man in black leather stood blocking the doorway
staring me down with his hands in his pockets. But as soon as the
whole incident was over, all i wanted to do was write it down quick so
i never forget it! which i guess i just have.
Lol.
gotta love taking the ttc! | | |
| I sat on a subway eating my apple pie that the young man at Mcdonalds
slipped into my bag and had one of those short moments of contenment.
Ofcourse not everything in life at that moment was perfect or even
good, nor was it a complete moment with everything that I want and
need, but it was one of those few moments where I felt content. I sat
down and watched a lady infront of me with an uneven hair line trying
to put her hair bands around her head. SHe'd put one on and then
the next one after right behind the first band. She'd then sit and talk
to her friend and then redo her hair all over again. She did this a
couple times before I noticed that her hair band that she would slip
over the one that she was already wearing would start to slip backwards
off of her head. For some reason I found this quite amusing. I watched
her as she would re-apply her headband and wait to see how long before
it would start to slowly slip off of her head.
Eventually she did leave the orange and yellow subway train and my entertainment was done.
It was then that I had realized that i was at a point of contenment.
One of those points that aren't complete, that aren't full, but that
are non-the-less pleasant. What was it that contributed to that one
short moment on the subway? Was it the mcdonalds guy who smuggled me a
pie? Was it the entertainment? Or did it start earlier in the day?
Someday, I do hope that in everyday I will find this contentment that
has hints of happiness in them.
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| What if everyone had to sing three songs a day, out loud so that at
least four people could hear you sing. What Kind of songs would I find
myself singing, what kind of songs would I stick around and listen to?
Would I make up most of my songs, or would I take someone elses song as
sing it as my own? what song would I sing today? I'd probably end up
singing if your happy and you know it since I actually know all the
words to that song. I'd make myself learn new songs, that's for sure.
How would that affect me emotionaly? WOuld I be a happier person? Would
people be happier in general? I dont know. People listen to music and
songs all the time, but would there be a different effect if the music
we hear comes from people we know?
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| What if I started this page again. I'm quite surprised I've found my
old password. What type of blogs would I want to put on this? What
would be the topic of my meaningless writings? Love? Anorexia? Drugs?
School? Stress? Family? Or maybe all of the above. I do say those are
some of the most popular topics written about on Xanga. Suicide might
be added to that list. I've come across one or two suicidal kinda
people.
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