...Some people call me Maurice 'cause I speak for the condiments of love (pickles and relish)..
June 22, 2002 | 12:35 p.m.

Brandon Boyd makes me blush.

So I haven't updated in awhile which really doesn't make any sense seeing as school is finally over. I think I'm going to miss it though. Or rather I'm going to miss singing to John Mayer on the way to school.

My exams went ok I think. It's kinda hard to tell though so I guess I'll just have to see when my report card comes in. I got a 78% on my math exam which is pretty darn good considering I didn't do the whole entire last unit. Whole entire = redundant. But no one that I know actually did the last unit so... yeah.

Tonight is Sam and Karen's birthday party. I enjoy the one party, two friends thing. All I have to say is that if Graham is going he better bring The Calling tape so we all can watch it.

I'm going to try to catch up now. On Thursday we went to see About a Boy which was a really good movie. I don't know what's with Hugh Grant looking all young and hot all of a sudden but he definitely was young and hot-looking in that movie. Especially when he was holding the little baby. After the movie we went to Long & McQuade. Oh my god, let's talk about scary. The men who work there (and they're all men) all stand behind their counter, wearing nice clothes, being moderately young and good looking, and laugh at you when you buy things. Or more specifically laugh at Kris when she buys things. And what was with the "oh you spell your name with a K? Now I have to press backspace and erase the Ch" thing? I really don't know. The one good outcome of the trip was that I took two more Matt Good magazines. And as we all now Matt Good makes me very happy.

We went to CD Exchange where I finally bought the Dashboard cd. I think it may have been the only copy in all of Ottawa. What's with us never getting any good music? And don't even let me get started with the concerts.

Update on eraser hitting me in the arm. I don't think I told this story. While picking up Alexis's brother and his friends on the side of the road, someone decided to through a very large eraser out of the window of their bus and it just so happened to hit me directly on the arm. There is a bruise now. A bruise!! From an eraser. It was a big eraser, but still, an eraser!! I don't know about kids today.

Let me just put up another Incubus picture so I can be happy again.

...pulled along :: pulled apart...