Oh man, I haven't updated in ages...
So now that I'm finally recovering from my fucking awful hangover.... and note to self: never EVER again drink on an empty stomach...

Happy belated Birthday, Charlie!!!!!!

As a birthday present, I promise that I will update more often in the future.  And okay, I'll also try to not kick you quite as much in my sleep... though I'm not sure how I can control that... I'll find a way.

Hope you had fun last night and are you feeling like shit like me right now.

Wow... um... Yeah.
How things can change so quickly in one night...

ARGHHH!!!  I've been trying to sleep but couldn't because I have that Twelve Days of Christmas song stuck in my head and I could only remember the lyrics up to the 7th day... so I had to turn on my computer to find out the lyrics... blah.

( on the first day of christmas my true love gave to me... )


Finally.  Good night!

Okay okay... I'll update for your sake, Charlie.  Now you can get off my back. :P

So, my school's been on strike for a month now... it's been pissing me off.  What the hell is going to happen with my exams?  Are we going to end up having to go to school during the summer time???  Ugh, I'd been planning on working two or three jobs again next summer... this stupid strike is probably going to screw that up for me.  GRRRRRR!!!!!!

Okay... happy thoughts... happy thoughts...

Well, I'd been able to work a lot more hours due to this stupid strike.  My manager adores me so she's been giving me pretty much all the work hours I've been requesting.  She's awesome and likes me better than most of the idiots who work with me.  (Aside from Priya and Dave.  They keep me sane.)  So yeah, I've been making a fair amount of money due to this strike, so I guess it's not tooooo bad... though I would much prefer to be in school right now and get everything over with.

Here is a summary of what I have been up to since the last time I updated:

1.  I wanted to exact my revenge on Duncan, but Charlie and Jeff talked me out of it.  Charlie, you're no fun.  I had a brilliant plan too.  It involves a supersoaker loaded with root beer.  This plan is still extremely tempting.  One day, my temper just might slip.

2.  One of the ways Jeff convinced me to not soak his friend Duncan was by taking me out for a root beer float the following week.  If I don't attack Duncan, he'll keep buying me one every week.  Damn, he knows my weakness.... how can I saw no to root beer floats???

3.  I saw that movie Twilight that everyone's been talking about with Elena and Charlie.  Ugh.  SOOOOO cheesy.  These girls kept squealing every single friggin time that Edward dude came on screen.  I really wanted to throw stuff at them... but instead, I just retaliated with a "OH MY GOD CEDRIC, YOU'RE ALIVE!" 

Man... and some of those lines in the movie... really?  REALLY??  "You better hold on, spidermonkey."  WHAT?  Was this in the book?  Or did they just feel like putting in stupid lines like this in the movie?  How lame can you get???  Also, the way Edward watches Bella sleep at night... can you say creepy???  It kind of reminds me of that Clay Aiken song... "If I was invisible, I would just watch you in your room"...  *shudders*

4.  I played a prank on a friend of mine from school, Katherine, by taking one of those stickers on store items that set off the alarms when you walk out of the store and putting it on the back of her jacket.  She had her bag searched until I pointed out, surprised, that there was a sticker on the back of her jacket.  Haha, she was pretty mad.  It was mean, but to be fair, she was the one who started it by putting Tobasco sauce in my drink when I wasn't looking.

Anyway, she got me back by putting condoms and lube in my guitar case when I wasn't looking.  I think she meant to embarrass me in front of other people since she knew I was going to jam with some friends that night, but she didn't know my psychotic mother who routinely goes through my stuff.  I left my guitar case open since I was about to take out my guitar to replace one of my strings before heading out when my dad yelled from downstairs for me to help him carry something.  I think my mother was trying to look for something in my room and noticed the packages of condoms and lube in my guitar case.  Oh my fucking goodness, I wanted to kill Kat.  My mother went BESERK and wouldn't listen to my explanation about my friend playing a prank on me.  She went on and on about how I'm a slut and I'm a disgrace to her and I should be absolutely ashamed of myself.  That went on for about an hour.  Then she went on about how if I'm pregnant then I should just get out of her house now because she would disown me anyway and she's not paying for the abortion.  (But seriously, mother... wouldn't I be at least practising safe sex judging by those condoms you found?)  Finally, my dad stepped in after hearing something about me being pregnant... I swear, he's better at tuning her out than I am.  I explained to him how Kat put those condoms there to get me back for a prank I played on her earlier, and after some convincing, he believed me.  (Or he might have been thinking "at least she's being safe.")  He managed to calm down my mother who FINALLY decided to let it go and believe me, but I wasn't allowed to go out that night and ended up being grounded for a week.  My mom wanted to ground me for all of eternity, but meh, at least my dad got it down to a week.  Psychopath.  So yeah, that was fun.

I told Kat about my mother and she felt pretty bad about it.  She bought me lunch (when I was ungrounded) to make up for it, so I let it go... for now.

So that's been my life so far...

Argh, school has been kicking me in the ass and I've been totally swamped with midterms.  Who knew you couldn't really cram half a semester of material into two nights of studying?  Oh well, my midterms are almost over (I have my last one on Wednesday) and then soon, I have finals......... damn you, school!  It's getting a little tough to balance work with school... I think I may have to cut back on my work hours... but then that would mean less money to be earned... blah.

Anyway, I dressed up as Robin Sparkles for Halloween this year!  I even bought a jean jacket from Value Village and decorated it with sparkles and everything.  It was LEGEN-------------------wait for it------------------DARY!  I was so proud of my work. :D

Sadly, I had to work on Halloween but when I got off work, I went with Charlie and Elena to Jimmy's party.  It was fun for a bit but a lot of people we know who usually go to his party for Halloween weren't there since they're out of town because of school.  After a couple hours, we went to Charlie's place where Jeff and his friends were watching a bunch of horror films.  We ended up watching Little Shop of Horrors when we joined the guys.  Of course, it has to be a musical. :P

OH, halfway through the movie we decided to take a break to make some food since we were all collectively getting hungry.  I went to grab a drink but there was only one can of root beer left in the fridge (Jeff and I are the ones who clear out the root beer in the house).  Jeff told me to take the last can, which I refused cause I felt bad, but then he insisted and he proceeded to open the can to pour it into a glass for me.  I thought that was nice of him but.... as he opened the can, it sprayed all over my face.  Apparently, someone had shaken up the can real good and placed it in the fridge.  I'm still not sure who the culprit is... I would say it was Jeff since he insisted that I take the last can, but he got as red as a tomato and kept apologizing.  I guess it's not him cause I don't think I've ever seen him so red in my entire life.  Well, at least I wasn't wearing my nice clothes and I like the smell of root beer.  BUT, TO THE CULPRIT:  IF I EVER FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE, YOUR ASS IS MINE.

Regarding the House episode tonight...

13!!  She's so annoying!!  Argh!!  She's not a remotely interesting character... they're just trying to make her more interesting to keep her on cause she's hot or whatever.  Trying to get ratings from that whole bisexual thing.  Amber was so much more interesting as a character than 13 is.  Bring back Cameron!  Oh, and Chase really needs a haircut.  Also, every time I see that private investigator dude, I keep thinking he's Ryan Dancer from Scrubs.  I have to applaud Wilson for his little stunt on House.  I think it's been his cleverest one so far, aside from sawing his cane.  That was pretty awesome too.

First year has been going pretty well so far.  However, I didn't end up moving out since I can't really afford it and my father, who said he'll help me pay for residence, changed his mind so I'm stuck living at home.  I mainly spend my days holed up at either the library or at Charlie's.

I didn't end up going to most of the Frosh activities cause I'm antisocial like that.  What's the point of meeting a bunch of people you'll probably never see in this giant school ever again?  It's okay, I've met a couple people in my tutorials and these are people I actually see on a regular basis.  I'm taking such a random selection of courses right now... psychology, English, biology, geography courses... I can never make up my mind as to what I want to major in.

I ran into Jeff for the first time at school today after I was done class and we had lunch together.  We started talking about movies and of course, we talked about the Dark Knight.  I said that I really wanted to see it again in IMAX and Jeff was like "Why not?"  So we spontaneously drove to Colossus and we saw the next show that was playing.  I love spur of the moment plans!  FYI: The Dark Knight in IMAX = legendary.

Speaking of legendary, How I Met Your Mother comes back this coming Monday!!!

Originally, Charlie and I had gotten tickets to see Avenue Q tonight... but unfortunately, she got food poisoning from eating a hotdog from a sketchy hotdog stand.  Charlie, I hope that you'll get well soon... food poisoning is no fun.  I'm sending lots of well wishes your way.  Poor girl, you must've been starving to resort to getting a hotdog from one of those stands.  =S

Charlie insisted that I still went to see the show, and in her place, she sent Jeff to go with me.  Now that I think about it, I've been friends with Charlie since grade 3, and this was the first time that I've hung out with Jeff one-on-one... and he was surprisingly great company.  Even though I practically live in Charlie's house, I never really got to know Jeff, which is unfortunate cause he's actually pretty cool.

Anyhow, the show was AMAZING!!!  It was absolutely hilarious, and brutally truthful.  I think that it talks about some rampant issues that most people try to avoid, such as porn, racism and homosexuality.  If I were to ever have children, I'd love to play this for them instead of Sesame Street.  But that's probably the Bad Idea Bears in my head talking.  Speaking of the Bad Idea Bears, they're ADORABLE!!!  I want them so badly!!!  Not only are they cute, they generate awesome bad ideas!!!  But that's probably just Bad Idea Joy talking.

Anyhow, after the show, I had a huge ice cream craving (as always), so Jeff and I bought a small carton of Ben and Jerry's ice cream from the convenience store.  Mmmm.... Chocolate fudge brownie goodness...  After my ice cream craving was satisfied, we took the subway home.  Oh, and we got into a discussion about the Jonas brothers:  which one of them isn't really a virgin as they claim to be?  I say that none of them are... seeing as how they're all rich, famous, "rockstar" boys... and even though I think they're ugly, millions of teenage girls seem to think otherwise.  Jeff says that I should have more faith in people.  Charlie, I know that you'd get a kick out of that line. :P

Man, it's late, I should sleep.  Good night!

Aaaaaaaand I'm back from Montreal!!!!! w00t!!!!!!!!!
My memories are blurry
as i was drunk off my ass most of the time
don't worry folks i'm legal in quebec
not that any drinking laws can stop me
cause i'm Super Joy
fighting the power, man!  fight the power!
that's what i'm doin now man
i'm getting a little happy in ontario
boooooooooourns booooooooourns
bahahahaha!!!  eat my shorts!!
*nelson laugh*
yay simpsons!
being drunk and floaty is nice.
it feels good and nice and stuff
teehee
bye yall
stay tuned for the next installment of Joooooooooooooooooy!
you know you love me
xoxo gossip girl
okay
peace ooooooooout

I've had Dr Horrible songs stuck in my head all day!!! AHHH!! Get them out of my head!!  They're so catchy!!

In other news with my cousin... I don't know what to do.  I'm going to try to talk to her soon... but I really don't know if she'll listen to me.  I don't know if I should tell my aunt what her daughter's been up to.  Poor woman, trying raise the kid by herself and pay the bills... and now her daughter turns out like this.  Things have been tough on the both of them since my uncle walked out on them when Annie was 5.  They never heard from him again, so never mind getting him to pay child support.  My aunt's always working and I guess she doesn't really have much time to spend with Annie.  *sigh*  It's a matter of time before Annie turns all goth and emo.  Or develop some sort of body-image problems.  Or gets pregnant or an STD... :S  Yeah... definitely talking to her soon.

In other news, I saw that bitch that Jeff's dating at work today!  She came into Starbucks and ordered a triple grande sugar-free non-fat vanilla latte because she "doesn't want to get fat".  Judging by her disgusting protruding collarbones and elbows, that latte is probably all that she consumes all day.  Then again, she has to be skinny and have a small head... how else will she not look weird with that two-inch layer of makeup caked on her face?  Charlie's description of her is PERFECT: she looks like a deformed barbie doll.

Anyways, lucky me, I got to take her order.  While she was waiting for her latte, there was a lady with a baby in a stroller just after her.  It was a fairly quiet time of the day at the store so I was able to overhear this (precious) conversation.

Deformed barbie girl (Charlie, what's her name again?  I keep forgetting):  *to the baby* Aww... how cute!  How old is it?

Mom:  Um, thanks, she's 14 months old.

Barbie:  Oh wow, so like, does it like talk and stuff?  *to baby, spoken loudly and extremely slowly*  HEEEELLLLOOOO!  WHAAAAT'S YOOOUR NAME?

*Baby cries*

Seriously, Jeff.   What the hell?  How can you stand being in the presence of this gargon?  She better be giving good head or something.  Or at least lots of it.  I don't see why else he'd be with her.


Okay, time for bed, I'm exhausted.

I'm so exhausted, but I can't sleep.  Don't you hate it when your body's dead tired but your mind is still racing?  I wish there was some way to shut it off without drugs or alcohol (since I still have to wake up early for work again tomorrow).

I haven't seen Charlie or been over at her place in almost 3 weeks now.  It feels so weird considering how I used to see her practically everyday.  Damn you, work... but alas, I need the money.  Maybe I can sell some of my stuff on Craigslist if I get desperate.

Anyway, the reason why I wanted to update is because I saw something utterly horrifying today.  So I went to the mall between my shifts today to get a DQ blizzard because I was really craving one.  While I was in the food court waiting to order, I saw my 12 year old cousin, Annie... with some other kid's tongue down her throat.  On top of that, that boy was friggin groping her ass.... WTF????????  She's 12!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  When I was twelve, I still thought that boys had cooties.  Okay, maybe not, but I certainly didn't have some boy trying to eat my face or feeling me up.  *shudders*  I still cringe whenever I have that image in my head.  Seriously, kids these days... ick.  I went over to say hi to her and her little "boyfriend" and the following dialogue ensued:

Me:  So what are you and your boyfriend up to?

Annie:  Oh he's not my boyfriend, Cody's just a friend.

Me:  Oh... well I thought otherwise by the way he was shoving his tongue down your throat.

A:  *rolls eyes*  Friends make out all the time.

Me:  I don't with my friends... and you're 12.

A:  *scowls*  Cmon Joy, I thought you were cool.  Don't tell my mom, okay?

Me:  Well I really don't think that you should be making out with boys at your age...

A:  But I'm almost a teenager!

Me:  You're 12, Annie... this is very inappropriate behaviour for a 12 year old.  You should be doing normal kid stuff, not... THIS!!!

A:  *rolls eyes*  You're such a mom, Joy.

*headdesk*  Almost a teenager.  Not even a teenager yet and she's making out with her "friends"!!!  WTF HAS THE WORLD COME TO?!?!?!  *sigh*... I hope this "making out" doesn't lead to anything more than just that... cause... *cringe*

I'm so worried for my little cousin... WHAT DO I DO?!?!??!

So I finally got a second job last week.  I work at Starbucks usually during the day, and I'm a waitress at a restaurant at night.  Fun stuff.  I'm usually half dead by the time I get home.  On the plus side, I get to see less of my mother and I get to earn more money.  Those are the two things that are keeping me going.

I'm also saving up for this baby: http://www.gibson.com/en-us/Divisions/Gibson%20USA/Products/GOTM/LonghornDoubleCutBV/

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Well I keep on running from you
When I just wanna stop and stare
Let my guard down, let you in
But I know I'd never dare

Please try to figure me out
When I push you away
Just pull me closer to you
My feet might warm up one day

And so for now...

Keep staring, baby, keep staring
Catch those smiles I send your way
Keep it coming, keep it coming
I'll find the words to say
One day.

And all those lines in between
Well they just want to be read
Maybe one day you'll hear
The silent words I've said

But for now...

Keep staring, baby, keep staring
Catch those smiles I send your way
Keep it coming, keep it coming
I'll find the words to say
One day.

I'll get it out to you one day.


- Joy

So yes, I'm going to update my livejournal after being pestered by Charlie about it.  I know, I haven't written in this thing in forever... I probably would've forgotten about this thing if I didn't have Charlie talking about it all the time.

Anyway, life has been... well, life.  It hasn't been fantastic or terribly exciting, but life just sucks in general, doesn't it?

Oh, yeah, I've decided to go to York.  An undeclared major.  How typical of me, isn't it?  I always take forever to make up my mind, like everything in life.  My parents have been trying to push me to go into sciences, since they've been trying to get me to want to become a doctor when I grow up.  But come on, who are we kidding here?  I'm a mediocre student at best, so I'm definitely not the med school keener type.  I like science, but I'm sadly not terribly good at it... and I probably wouldn't do very well as a science major.  Oh well... we'll see.  I need to figure out what I want to do with my life.

And high school is over.  I'm not sure how I feel about that.  Sure, I've met some of my best friends there, but I also had to put up with a lot of idiots and self-righteous brats.  Whatever, it's over.  Now I just need a better paying job (or a second job) to make enough so I can move out of this hell hole.  I don't know how much longer I can stay in the same house with my mother without shooting myself.

Charlie and I are planning on going on a trip of some sort this summer.  Haven't really decided where we want to go though yet.  Charlie, get on the planning!  Haha =P

Oh!  Funny story worth mentioning.  So back in May, I skipped school one day and forgot to "authorize" my absence (i.e. forget a note from my parents).  I got a phone call that day from the school, apparently, but I wasn't at home to pick up the phone (was at work) so my mother did.  She didn't really understand the pre-recorded message because her English isn't that great, so she asked my sister to listen and tell her what it is.  Lizzie then proceeded to tell her that it's just a reminder to parents about parent-teacher meetings (which my mother never goes to).  I love my sister to death sometimes, and this was definitely one of those times.

I have finally left Charlie's house and have returned to the house of hell.  Well, actually, it's not that terrible because my mother's in NYC for the week with my aunt, so it's actually a hell of a lot more peaceful around here.  My dad's at work most of the day, and the only one home with me is my little sister.  I love her, but sometimes, she can be quite the little shit disturber. 

I do have to say that I admire her ability to blackmail and barter.  Today, she asked me to take her to the mall to get ice cream but I refused.  She then proceeded to threaten me that if I don't, she'll tell my dad that I was the one who swiped the bourbon from the liquor cabinet after I had successfully convinced him that he finished and disposed of the bottle.  What a little shit... but I guess I have taught that little lizard well.  I think I've done an excellent job as an older sister.  Hmm, I think I should probably never have children.  Think of all the immoral things I'd teach them to do!

On another note, I've received my acceptance from Western and UTSC!  I'm still waiting for UT St. George... but they're going to take their sweet time because they're assholes like that.  So far, I have acceptances from York, UTSC and Western.  I have a month to decide which university I'm going to accept.  Decisions...

So I guess I'm going to try to keep up with updating these entries.  Let's see how long this lasts.

Well, today was fairly uneventful.  I did manage to stay awake in my Data Management class, even though it's soooo boring.  I really don't like data... I prefer calculus.  Am I crazy?  I don't know, there's something about statistics that I just don't like.  Is it weird that I'm doing better in calc than in data?

So I've been pretty much living at Charlie's for the past little while now.  It's much more pleasant than living at home with the psycho bitch there... every time I'm there, I'm wishing someone would just stick a needle in my eye every moment I hear her screaming about something or another.  Charlie's parents are awesome, they're the happiest and nicest parents in the world to the point that it's kind of freaky.  I think they might be robots that were programmed to be extremely pleasant at all times because I had no idea that any parents were capable of being THAT nice... or maybe it's just that I have a screwed up family, who know?  I feel kind of bad for my little sister though.  She has to be stuck with the bipolar/schizophrenic maternal unit because she's only 8.  Well, at least mother treats Lizzie a whole lot better than she treats me, since Lizzie is such a goody-goody.  I think she'll live.

Tonight, I'm back again at Charlie's.  I wonder how long I can stay here before Charlie and her family get tired of seeing my face around here.  Or having me take over Charlie's bed.  Or suspect that we're lesbian lovers and make us sleep in separate rooms so no debauchery takes place in their house.

Oh, and note to Charlie:  You need a bigger bed.  I fell off the bed last night.  Twice.  It was painful.

So... Charlie made me get this thing because apparently this is what cool people do with their spare time: publicize their life on the internet.  Hey, at least I have a cool House icon... I think that's pretty awesome.  Meh, maybe this will turn out to be a fun experiment, to document the progress of the crazy happenings of my life.

Anyhow, back to finishing my stupid English essay... I love you, Shakespeare, I really do... but this essay really makes me wish Edmund would've gouged out my eyes instead of Gloucester's.