I feel that despite my horrendous amount of blog to be, I could not pass up a mention to Robbie Burns. I ,myself, am scottish, as well as Irish, German, French and Fijian (by choice, thanks to The Truman Show), but mostly a Scotsman! I even have a kilt! Wrong clan, but it'a a goddamn kilt! Ah kilt memories. I'll never forget the looks I got on the bus last St. Patrick's Day.......Well, today I returned to my scottish roots, and had a glass of scotch with my dad, as well as a glass for breakfast,...

I'm blogging when I shouldn't be blogging. Currently my "break time" has expired, had to vent some energy in Vice City, and I should be studying. So I've decided to mention what I'm going to blog about in the next little while. Since I'll be busy cramming for my two exams, and my dentist's appointment, I feel that telling you what I'm going to write, will lighten the load on my chest. The upcoming topics are: (drumroll please) Review of Catch Me If You Can Review of A Guy Thing Ran...

I have one day to read to read all of my English Literature materaial. A Coles notes book on The Great Gatsby, and a stack of paper thicker than 3 Bone Daddy soundtracks. This is not good. Oh and then I have to read a kinesiology textbook for Tuesday and memorize ALL the freakin’ bones and muscles. Nobody can memorize all of that!!! Who do you think I am? David Copperfield?!?!?!

Friday, January 23 2004, I, Steve Massey, flew. It lasted less than a second, and I wasn't trying to fly, but it happened. It happened on my way to meet Tink at the bus depot (Ha! Depot. What a stupid word.). I was galloping down the steps at Woodbine station, step....step, jump 2 steps, and so forth. Now I had a bounce in my step because I was on my way to see Tink. As I reached about halfway down the flight of stairs, the subway vacuum kicked in and the outside air began to rush in behind me....

I think I'm going to have to pull an SCTV and toss my boob tube out the window (how times have changed, that would have been an excellent time to reference The Wall.....but i didn't. oops.). I wake up this morning and flip on the tube for some saturday morning cartoons. I'm eating my bowl of Special K, and then evil strikes again. A commercial for Special K comes on, and this woman tells me that the Step Counters are selling like hot cakes. No shit.....Wait.......Excuse me? You're not going to p...

Time: 4:03am. After watching the same damn knife infomercial, and the Alzare infomercial, which I watched last night. I am officially announcing that I am going to see a psychiatrist of some sorts. I don't know when, I don't know where but I must before the summer arrives. For the other Transylvanians in the audience, I do recommend the Alzare infomercial. The product is some male enhancement tablet, but the gold lies in the premise, and the Alzare representative. Apparently if it looks like...

It’s that time again. Rants and raves about my surrounding world. While some will be quick potshots, others may seem to ramble on forever. Let’s get started shall we. I figure we’ll start on a good note, seeing as how there’s only one. I am hear to preach the sheer greatness that is “Winamp Media Desktop.” It plays files, movies and all the other crap, but what puts Winamp on the higher shelf, are it’s visualizations. It’s not the colours or designs, because Windows wins hands down, ...

It is only in the wee hours of the morning that a person can truly peer into their soul, and see just how screwed up they are. I have now diagnosed myself as, no longer being a FADDS - Frequent Attention Deficit Disorder Sufferer, but a “ Media Junkie.” Films, TV, Music, I need it all. I discovered this after I thought about my dependancy on music. While I was thinking about this I realized that I was watching the same damn Informercial for those fancy knives. I can vividly remember the Rock a...

6. they are excellent makeshift breasts in costumes 5. they’re fuzzy 4. they have the power to turn any car into butt ugly 3. there are two of them 2. they make a good pillow 1. they make monopoly more exciting

Well Leaside, itself, is in shambles. Snow is blocking many side streets, cold winds are slicing down the streets like renegade razor blades, and that just happens everyday. On top of that there is the recent renovation to Laird Dr., the busiest Leaside street, second to Bayview (cause Eglinton doesn’t count, it’s an actual street). Along Laird, there are large metal slabs, which become dangerously slippery once ice freezes on them, and little, metal, circular holes. Construction has been going...

High School is Over. Not another class.

It's over. All the school work for my regular high school career.......is done! And just like how grade 9 began, i made myself sound very pompous on the simplest of subjects. This essay was for Food and Nutrition on Lactose Intolerance, and yet I produced sentences like: "This is the independent variable that regulates how much dairy products a person can consume." and others like "While the conception of lactose intolerance is still not mapped out, there are a few known causes." Just like fu...

If Joeuser was a haunted house, that column on the right would certainly be a ghost, fucking with your mind every chance it gets. It taunts you with the top articles and users, making you want to be better, more popular. It also reminds you what everyone else thought of your writing. But tonight, it's sending me signals. Insignificant rifts, like a pause in a ratchet sprinkler, that you don't notice until you stop paying attention to them. After posting my Wow comment, I looked over to the right...

After running a search on google for an episode guide for Spiderman TAS, I was absolutely shocked to find my blog site the number one reference. This happened mainly because I wrote a long query. I eventually found the guide, but the main point is......there are actually people out there who can find me. That's both exciting, and slightly unnerving. Does that mean there might actually be people reading this?

Friday night was one of the best nights of my life. There was nothing good on TV. I didn’t eat a fancy meal or meet anyone famous. All I had was Tink! So many lyrics to express that night. SO many movie quotes to say what I was feeling! It was a blur, but I remember everything. My memory seems to have a 70's television glow around that night. Every light sparkled, as if I was wearing a pair of those special paper fireworks glasses. The olives in her father’s olive-juiced spaghetti, seemed to be...