I have seem to be more interested in mountain biking right now...AFTER I FIX MY FUCKED UP RIM! Wow...That thing really pissed me off, It wasn't the fact that I was bleeding from my thumbs or bruised in several places, but my rim was bent. A friend fixed it, and two days later, I crashed horribly...Flew over my handle bars and hit the hard asphalt road, lost my slurpee -_-, was bleeding in several places, but interestingly enough, the only thing that hurt my was the fact that it felt like I ripped out all my pubes...There, I said it, and anyone reading my diary right now who shouldn't be, will be surprised. Now it's getting fixed, and tomorrow I will get it back, fixed, then buy some probably uber shocks from my friend, then, I will destroy the whole thing again, and end up losing more than a few hairs. :P

Go on google...search for a band called Hybrahma, the go to one of the websites, and download a song (FOR FREE! It's not pirating) called 'Union City'. Woot for Canada.

6 A's and 2 B's. Top 25% in the Cayley Math Contest. But yet they don't give me a distinguished honour roll. I'm reduced to a petty shitass honourable mention. The girl that I like is getting two levels higher than me. She's a top scholar. It seems I've lost before I started.

This day's black fate on more days doth depend,
This but begins the woe, others must end.

Romeo and juliet Act 3 Scene 1
(I almost remembered all of it, but almost is nothing).

Today I am happy, for a change. I received a 92% in my math provincial exam, thus dragging my B mark (85%) up to an A mark (86%), this for me is amazing. My term 1 math mark was 69%, and dragging it up 17% was an amazing task and for that I shall receive a new computer....hooray!

A better band, and less ignorant than my last entry...
(DRUMROLL IDIOT!)

Matthew Good Band

Today is the survival ex. 3 days. 20 bullets. I mean...nevermind. Should I not come back, I want to be cremated with a stick of dynamite, since it's so near april fools. I shall become very good friends with my knife, gasmask, and morphine in the trenches. Note to self: Next time there is a mustard gas attack, bring your carbon filter you idiot, a gasmask isn't gasmaskable without a carbon filter, and also note, when using it in a tactical forest ambush, the lenses tend to fog up, causing paranoid schizophrenia due to various noises in the bush. But remember, if you are going to be taken down, go down screaming 'Ambush, ambush, AMBUSH!' until the fifth blow to the head puts you out. 

Fav. Band:

Jimmy Eat World

Expected more? Well that's it! Owned. Okay I lied...It's Matthew Good

Hmmm...pentagram necklace for christmas...maybe I should weld a cross onto it for true neutrality...

June 18, 2004

The exams are coming...they are here, the teacher looks at me, maybe as I was preparing to jump out the window.