I hate my job. I hate being underage. I hate having too much work piling up around me. I hate never being able to afford life. I hate having an irregular sleeping schedule. I hate feeling sick. There's this girl that I'm finding myself attracted to. She's not right for me at all. She's not into me/she's sorta into some other guy...That's always fun.

Supper was bad tonight. I feel like I don't have friends anymore.

I'm numb.

Okay, so I'm only like...weeks off. Shut up.

Uhm, what's new?

Well, the whole back-to-class thing has been alright. I've actually been keeping on top of work lately, which is ace. Basically, I'm doing the reading, going to class and engaging myself more. Go university!

Yeah, there's nothing new, really. HOST test Wednesday. That's all.

This is sort of an abortion of an entry.

Woo.

And I did.

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That's all for now.

Yeah, I'm back. I'm sure that both of you who read this are thrilled. I've got no real excuse for not writing in this over the break other than I just...didn't. Haha. Oh well. Time to chronicle the time that was my Christmas Break.

The break as a whole was rather uneventful. For those of you keeping score, I landed home on the 13th of December. Did very little over the next couple days, basically just enjoyed sleeping until noon and home cooked meals. I missed Johnny's 19th birthday because of a lack of a drive to Wolfville, which sucked on many levels. That meant me missing seeing Courtney, Johnny, and a bunch of others. AND I didn't see those people at all over the break. Rawr.

Basically, the weeks leading up to Christmas was a continuing pattern of waking up late, eating lunch, watching TV, going out, getting to bed really, really late. Lather rinse repeat. I spent most of my time with Aaron and Nick, driving around. We went all the way to Digby one night, in really bad conditions. It was silly.

Hung out with Wilson, Keegan, Brad and Morgan a couple of times. It was good to see Wilson...it'd been like 6 months since I'd last seen him. He's managed to become more confident in his time at RMC, which is good. If he's going to be an officer, he'll need confidence. Spent time with Codi too. Pretty standard times. Videogames and reminiscing.

Christmas was solid. Got myself a new iPod Classic. 80gb, video. Yeah. It's just nice. Also, got a decent amount of clothing, a 1 gb thumb drive, a new cell phone and a calendar. I pretty much cleaned up. Christmas morning was very relaxed; we woke up late and ate breakfast, then did presents. Afterwards, we loaded into the van and went to Kemptville (Yarmouth county, whut) to see baby cousins. Home for turkey (no stitches coming out of my mouth this year made it a much more pleasant meal), then bed fairly early.

New Years. Uhm...I did nothing. I watched WWE RAW, actually...had a beer, and went to bed at like...3. Didn't get to sleep until 7-ish, which sucked fairly heartily. I was wide awake, too. It wasn't just that I was tired and couldn't sleep...I was awake. I fixed some of the music on my iPod and read a bit to pass the time. Once I did conk out, I was down until 2, which was the latest I was in bed until over the break.

I suppose I do have some resolutions:

1) Continue to walk every night.
2) Get stupidly intoxicated with King's kids.
3) Write.
4) Start enjoying myself again.
5) Watch more movies
6) Stay single for a while.
7) Sing/Create some music.
8) See people that I never see, and it's stupid that I don't (Read: Dal kids.)

(See, it's 2008. There are 8 of them.)

I've been listening to a LOT of prog rock lately. Figured that this would be a nice point to pimp some of it. You should all be listening to Godspeed You! Black Emperor; The Decemberists and Mogwai. That's all for the music-pimping.

So yeah, I'm back at King's now. I cleaned my room pretty thoroughly when I got back and spent all of last night getting really drunk and messing it up again. I did some pretty stupid stuff last night, but that's what 5 beer, 1 colt 45, a shot of liquor (arsed if I know what) and a white russian does to you, I guess. I vomited quite powerfully and then dragged myself to bed. Feeling better right now.

Tonight is a hot date with Billy Shakespeare and cleaning this mess. Nick's coming to the city tomorrow, so I'll probably be chilling with him and Aaron at some point.

This is John Dulong, reminding you to have your pet spayed or neutered.

Yeah, I meant it when I said that I'd be posting again on a regular basis. Seriously. I promise. Life's been pretty end-of-term-y lately, so I haven't had the chance, alright? DEAL WITH IT, DAMMIT.

...

Kay.

So, like I said, I've been living the end of term lifestyle lately, which means exams and papers ahoy. Things went alright. Oral exam went pretty well; the whole having-Dr.-Brandes-the-associate-director-of-the-programme part was no less terrifying, but he was really nice, and the other examiner (Dr. McCallum) was ultra laid back and really nice. I don't have any idea of how I did, but I'm assuming I did better than a C, which is sorta what I was aiming for. No big deal had I not, since it's only worth two papers, which is easily made up.

The position paper was a bitch to write, but all in all wasn't so bad. I think that my thesis was well proved, which is good. That night was ridiculous though...I had the strongest cup of coffee I've ever produced in my entire life at about 7:30, which kept me quite awake until at least 5. I woke up at 11 to pass the essay in at the FYP office, then had lunch and went back to bed. It was a pleasant sleep.

Last night was HOST, which went better than I expected, considering the amount that I studied (read: NONE AT ALL). The quote recognition was a bit foggy, but I think that I at least got the authors right. My essay questions were kinda well done, but could've been done better, I guess. It's my new years resolution to do better in HOST next term, so I'm going to start taking it seriously and doing the work. Yay.

Last night was another sleepless night, as people were partying in North Pole till...well, they didn't actually stop. They left for the airport, and I managed to sleep for a few hours that way. I woke up to see Sam and Luke off, then Alex, Megan and Caro were gone. And then I was all alone. It was sorta eerie.

Left the city at 6:30 with Aaron and his parents...nice drive home, talking about this and that. Debbie's a really nice woman, I can see why my mother talks to her about my and Aaron's lives so much. Anyhoo, home around 8:45, just in time to walk my puppy and remember that I love this town. It's a shithole and nothing ever happens here, but it's home, dammit.

Watched some TV (I forgot what cable was like...once I start watching some of the digital channels, I may drop out of school) and talked with the family a bit. I missed them. Katie's gotten taller.

Now I'm just in bed listening to Radiohead and living a weird sort of bliss. I miss a lot of things right now (which will likely come in a much more emotastical rant later) but I dunno...I'm happy I think. For the first time in a month or two, I feel a sense of warmness.

Anyhow, that's all for tonight. Tune in next time. Same John-time, same John-channel.

I've sorta decided to start writing in this again, with a couple changes.

First of all, I'm no longer automatically broadcasting this to my Facebook profile. Basically, should I want that many people to know something, I'll post both here and on Facebook. Seems simple enough, I'm not enough of an attention grubber to reveal my entire life to everyone of my "friends" on Facebook.

Secondly, I'm screening the comments to registered members only. This will ensure a bit of quality control, so I don't get douchebags in here arguing with me for no real reason. This will cut down on my anger at the general populous, and will weed out idiots. Yaaaaaaaay.

Thirdly, this will likely take the form of a weekly rant. That's all there is to it.

Okay, on to life.

Been a while since I've written anything bloggy-like. The y button on my laptop is being really dumb right now; thought I'd add that in.

Basically, life has been good. For those keeping score, since July (Jeez, been that long, eh?) I've clearly broken up with Jordi. Far as I can tell, that was amicable. We sort of drifted apart after she left for Ste. Anne's, which was expected. Oh well, it was for the best. We haven't talked in a while, but that seems to be how I move on anyhow. She seems to be happy at this point in her life, so that's good.

I should be paying attention in class right now. This is probably important stuff, since he's talking about Luther. Oh well, I'll listen to it later.

Kay, so...what am I up to? Well, I'm getting over another girl I was with for a couple of months. I think that I'm starting to be mature about the situation for once...I had good times with her, and things didn't really work out in the end. It's unfortunate, but I'm to the point where I honestly hope that her and I can be friends. I guess this is growing up. Haha...Blink 182. Sweet.

School is going well. Foundation Year is a hell of a lot of work, and stressful as all hell, but I'm enjoying it for the large part. My essays have apparently gotten better. I started at a C, and just recently moved up to a B-. Remember the good ole days, when I could manage a A to an A+ with absolutely no effort on my part? I miss those days. Seriously though, I wrote an essay on Fifth Business (a book I didn't read) last year, whilst hung over, and managed an 89. Oh well...moral of the story is, this ain't high school anymore.

Fucking y.

Anyhow, exams are on the horizon. I "write" my oral exam in 9 days. My examiners include the associate director of the programme and my future tutor for the fifth section. Wonderful. I'm terrified. HOST exam is on the 12th...Home on the 13th. Pretty sure that I plan to visit the high school on the 14th, in the afternoon hours...That'll give me a chance to, yanno, wake up and shower before I go and visit my old teachers. I'm kinda excited about that, actually. This is sorta depressing.

The rest of this week looks pretty bland...nothing's happening, because of 23 hour quiet time for exam prep. On second thought, this isn't that bad of a week, really. Tonight I'm probably going to end up hanging out in Katie Conrad's room with a bunch of people, and nerding out. (At least, that's what I hope is going on.) Tomorrow I'll sleep most of the day, and then rise and read for most of the day. Wednesday will be my fullest day by far...class until 4:30, Christmas Buffet at meal hall, Sodales meeting (Yeah, I'm doing those now) and then the improv show. Thursday I head to Bedford for CPA's debating practice...maybe the last one of the year...Then Friday, I'm going to Macbeth in the Pit.

So, I lied about the bland part...but I've gotta fit in laundry and exam prep there too...so...yanno.

I'm singing again...not really on a regular basis, and not with anyone, but I'm singing quite a bit. I'd like to jam around a bit with Jake again, but he's found other people that he enjoys playing with more. I'm pretty useless, actually...all I do is sing. I wanna get a guitar and start learning some chords, actually...or maybe a small keyboard. Wonder if Codi still has that ancient thing. It'd fit perfectly in my room. I'd really like to join a shitty pop-punk band. I dunno why.

Okay, lecture is winding down...off to tutorial soon...oh my, I told a girl in my class on Friday that I think that she's pretty. I was pretty drunk, and this probably looked like a comeon...time to awkwardly apologize.

Seacrest out.

So, life, eh?

Well, it's going okay. Major job searching, mild hanging out with people. MAJOR MAJOR missing Jordi. She's at french camp until early August, so our only way of communicating is texts, which is slightly irritating, given that they're hard to read sometimes (IE the context of emotion and so on.) We can also talk on the ole telephone, and have some over the past couple of days.

Got my laptop on Saturday. It's nice. Toshiba Satellite model. 1 GB RAM, Centrino Duo processor, 128 GB of space. I can't disagree.

Actually, I'm on it now, and am supposed to be cleaning. So, I'd better go.

So, it seems that I'm finally writing in my LiveJournal. Well, yanno how it is, when I have things to write about, I'm too busy to write.

Life's been pretty good lately. Jordi and I are creeping up on 3 months. Tomorrow, actually. Kinda exciting, considering that I've never gone past the 3 month milestone.

Tomorrow is also my last day of high school, ever. It's sorta really really scary. I mean, I'm leaving what I'm used to, and heading to a world that I've never been in before. I'm leaving everything familiar behind and going to King's...yeah...anyhow...Graduation is the 28th...Prom the 26th. Getting the tux cleaned this week. Yeah, I own it. Riding in a 1967 Mustang Convertible. Red. Hawt. Yeaaaah.

I am ADDICTED to the new Bon Jovi song.

The Cave Cat went well. We managed to pull it out of no where, somehow. Yesterday I had a little cast/crew party. Not many people showed, but whatever. Caitlin and Keri and Jordi and I drove around into the night. Good times, although we had bad luck picking people up.

Friday I went to Milbury lake with Jordi and her parents. Really nice up there...Had a really nice night with Jordi actually. Laying out under the stars together was really really nice.

So, tonight we had a random power outage. A bolt hit a line or transformer or something and knocked out power for like...10 minutes. It was kinda nifty. I think Bridgetown's still out.

I write exams this week. English provincial is on Tuesday. Yep. 4 and a half hours of examinationing fun! Thursday is my Geo Exam, which is really just a presentation. Not too bad. Should do fine on that. I've already had my Film exams, so that's off the schedule.

Uhm...


Yeah, that's it.

So, after much pressure from Johnny Cann, Jordi and others, I bring you an update in the world of John.

Yeah, so about Jordi, we're back together. Stuff got worked out, and, yanno, as far as I know, I'm quite sure it's going well. I feel kinda bad...I'm so busy these next few weeks, and so I only have 2 free days out of the next 8 that we have off (weekends, Victoria Day, Inservice). I guess that I'm just gonna have to make time on other days, but yeah, it's just sorta frustrating.

So, speaking of really busy weekends, here we go with a schedule:

This weekend = Model UN. I spend the time in the Security Council as the USA. Now, you may think "John, you're nothing like the states, at all!" and I say to that "Of course. That's what makes it fun!"

Next weekend = NSSSA. AGENT. Woo! I'm pretty much ultra pumped for this shit. Kinda sucks that Johnny can't be there, but yah...I'm so excited :)

After Next weekend = Two days I get to spend with Jordi. ULTRA ULTRA pumped about this. We're gonna go see a movie. It'll be magical. Then, apparently, we're going shopping. Also magical.

Weekend Afterwards = Model Parliament. Exciting? Up my alley? Yep!

Well, the Sens made it to the Eastern Conference final. Puck drops tommorow. Yeayea!

Also tommorow, Jordi's coming over. I'm gonna cook her supper, and we're gonna maybe go to a band concert. There's a band and choir from Oakville Ontario coming on an exchange thing, so they're playing tommorow.

June 8&9 is MRHS's production of The Cave Cat. Starring me. I'm pretty excited, and I expect a few of your smiling faces THURR. Expecially, yanno, the three or so of you that are in it that are reading this right now. BE THERE.

Uhm. That's all. I know, I've got an extremely exciting life. My life = Drama and Debate right now.

And Jordi.






And I couldn't be happier :)

Penguins, YOU'RE ON NOTICE!

So, Saturday and Sunday this weekend consisted of me rising at ten to 6 in the morning to go to the city to debate. I'm not bitter about rising, or at debate. I had a pretty good showing, placing 15th individually and 8th with Ian as a team. We made the break at a tournament for the first time ever, and we went down fighting, and could've won the last round. Not a bad way to end my high school debating career.

So yeah, lack of sleep is fun, kids.

As noted before, Nirvana's been heavy on my playlist lately. Joining them this week are Coldplay and a single song by Hellogoodbye, "Here (In Your Arms)". Yeah, that one that you've heard a billion times. It's so cliche, but it's describing my mood recently. I miss her. Definately not over her, even though I tried to convince myself otherwise.

Also been listening to a lot of Dashboard. Yeah, I'm THAT pathetic.

Ughh...I should delete the link to this thing off of my Facebook. I mean, I realize I'm broadcasting this thing to the world anyhow, but Facebook seems more broad than just a link that it would be impossible to find unless you cared to find it. Or looked in my MSN name, I suppose. Eh...Facebook still seems a bit too out there.

Speaking of Facebook, Mr. Bennett has it now. That's pretty darn hardcore, I reckon.

Speaking of Mr. Bennett (weak link, kinda) the Concert for Tara was a roaring success, taking in more than $1500. Nic and I played, and did pretty good for saying we practiced once in like a month. This was the biggest number of people I've ever performed in front of, so it was quite gratifying that they liked us. I'm also, apparently, a natural MC. Not bad, I guess.

So, I miss weekends. Thursday = sleep in until at least 9:30, because I need it, dammit. At least I've got another short week. Friday = Parent/Teacher, and this weekend = nothing so I'll be able to sleep in for 4 mornings in a row. Yay me.

Ohhh Radiohead, you're always there.

Jordi dumped me. No real comment about that, as I haven't really formulated a formal opinion about it. Well, it sucks, but I'm not sure of the exact reason.

Friday = Concert for Tara. All you kids on Facebook best look to the event that I posted in my profile. RSVP please, that'd be grand. This whole getting bands together is a bit harder than I expected. We'll have more than enough bands playing, but just organizing their sets and stuff is getting tedious.

I've been listening to a LOT of Nirvana lately. It's deliciously pessimistic, which is fitting well with my general mood. Not that I'm pessimistic, but the hard grungy riffs and teen angst is making me feel good. Hard to explain I guess. I love Lithium. And Aneurism. And Come as You Are. I'm souring on Teen Spirit, but that's more or less because I'm no longer performing it. I miss being in front of a full band. I enjoy the acousticness, but I miss the energy of Patterson on bass. Hell, I even miss Mitch, even though we haven't talked since him bitching me out. Ah well.

I'm so ugly, that's okay cause so are you. Love that line.

Debate this weekend. I'm going to be so tired by the weekend. Coffeehouse Friday, plus Donahoe Saturday, plus high chance of a whole lot of homework to do on Sunday equals me being tired. Oh well. This weekend, minus Thursday night, was pretty rad, so I've got nothing much to complain about.

There was a bug on my finger just now. I hate it when things crawl on my hands.

No homework tonight, other than printing off the newspaper. I hate editing that thing. Blah. And now Kate's one of two people running for president. Which means that I've got no chance for her to be editor, because she's either President or Vice, which means she can't hold a cabinet position too.

Can't wait for Spring Fling. Or AGENT. Or SPICE. I'm missing my first RC meeting this week, ever. Depressing, I know. I've just got too much going on on Wednesday. Jamming with Nic and Piano, since I've missed it two weeks in a row or something similar.

I wish I had better service on my cellphone. Honestly.

I'm fairly sick of the mentality of the Valley right now. Not like NSSSA Valley, but the back-woods, white trash, hickishness of this area. I'm bored of it. Seriously.

Wow. Maybe I am pessimistic. It certainly sounds like it. But honestly, I'm not. I'm just bored. That sums it up. I'm bored.

Okay, what's new, what's new?

I've been accepted to Kings for their Foundation Year Programme in the fall. I'm really happy about that. I guess that my marks warranted me getting in, but I was still really concerned about the chances I had...I was worried, because I have to worry about something, that my application was going to get somehow corrupted, and thus made to look like a three year old made it. Oh well. Gotta send them money soon, I guess.

Brad Veinot and I are organizing a concert benefit for a friend of ours (Tara Whitman) who has cancer. She'll be fine with chemotherapy and radiation therapy, however the cost of driving to the city so much is quite large. Brad and I really felt that it was important that we do what we can to help out. It's being held on April 13th, from 7-11pm. Several local acts are playing, from the Concert Jazz Band to Something Common (AKA my band, assuming that Jake and Nic are comfortable with playing...haha)...We're hoping to get a lot of support for this, so please come out if you can, even for 10 minutes. Seriously.

So, how's my social life going, you ask. I would have to answer "Quite smashingly, fine sir."

Or something to that effect.

Don't judge me.

ANYHOW. Johnno's not so much single anymore. Jordi Cross and I are an item now, and it's a situation that makes me quite happy. Tommorow's her birthday and I'm heading over to her place after lunch to spend the afternoon there with her. We're going to watch Casablanca, and...yeah, generally spend some time together. It'll be lovely.

This weekend was provincials for Debate...Things went quite well. Ian, Anna and I went 6-0, but because of low scores didn't settle into the top 10 teams. We must've been like...11th, but that doesn't really matter. 6-0 is a nice way to end my last provincial tournament ever.

Jeez, LAST EVER kinda scares me, eh? Oh well.

Next weekend = Dance on Friday, JUMP on Saturday. I guess I'd better run the concept of my parents driving me, Jordi and Melissa to Wolfville on Saturday night and picking us up at some point, eh? Oh well, I'll run it by my mom tommorow morning. After I remind her that I'm going to Jordi's. And explain where I got the money for her gift. Jesus I'm broke.

I'm back.

Well, not that I went anywhere, but yanno.


So yeah, after like...several months of not posting on my LJ, here we are again. Basically, life's been alright. Cruise last month was simply wonderful. The Caribbean was lovely and refreshing.

School's been alright. Second semester is my easy semester. English 12, Geographie Planitaire 12 and Film and Video Productions 12. Good times all around, really. I enjoy the work in all three classes, plus my spare is amazing, so I can't complain at all.

Debate is going well too. Provincials coming up weekend after March Break. Woo.

Speaking of which, March Break this week. I'm cleaning, doing laundry, sleeping, and hanging out with Ian. Pretty damn exciting. Well, it's better than school. Shut up.

That's it for now. Seacrest out.

Yeah, I'm going to start posting to this again. People who I don't talk to much (Read: Johnny, Wheaty) need to be updated on my life. So, this'll be it soon.

Yeah, I'm too lazy to write anything that means anything, so I'll just post lyrics.

You haven't seen the world outside for days
You sleep, you hope, you wait
Imagination disappears
And all the dreams you have you save
Confrontation like a mirror
They try to take your mind away

I don't know, but I believe in yesterday
And what it means
To bleed and know that you're okay

Are you waiting?
No matter what you say
No matter what you do
No matter what, I'm always right there behind you

Bombarded by the atmosphere
You breath, you choke, you breath again
Conversation disappears
You realize they're not your friends
The panic of the future rears
You dig, you jerk
You find another way

I don't know, but I believe in yesterday
And what it means
To bleed and know that you're okay

Are you waiting?
No matter what you say
No matter what you do
No matter what, I'm always right there behind you
No matter what you say
No matter what you do
No matter what, I'm always right there behind you

You open up my veins now i dont feel the same
no no no
You open up my brain but i wont be replaced

No matter what you say
No matter what you do
No matter what I'm always right there behind you

I scared myself.
I scared others.
I loved.
I was loved.
I was hated.
I was happy.
I was miserable.
I got surgery.
I lost four teeth.
I lost a Grandfather.
I sang.
I WENDY'd.
I missed.
I was missed.
I was heartbroken.
I was happy.
I was heartbroken.
I was sober.
I was sleepy.
I worked hard.
I slacked.
I cried.
I laughed.

I lived.

So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle/Random
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button



Opening Credits:
Automatic Flowers (Our Lady Peace)

Waking Up:
www.nevergetoveryou.com (Prozzak)

First Day At School:
I hope, I think, I know (Oasis)

Falling In Love:
Flawed Design (Stabilo)

breaking up:
The Prescience of Dawn (The Weakerthans)

Prom:
Sleep (My Chemical Romance)

Life's OK:
Time to Dance (PANIC! At The Disco)

Breakdown:
No It Isn't ((+44))

Driving:
Champagne Supernova (Oasis)

Dance Sequence:
Rock 'n' Roll Star (Oasis)

Flashback:
Rough Hands (Alexisonfire)

Getting Back Together:
I Believe In Sympathy (Bright Eyes)

Wedding:
Papagenu (He's My Sassafrass (Tenacious D)

Birth of Child:
Whiskey In The Jar (Metallica)

Final Battle:
Suicide Is Painless (Manic Street Preachers)

Death Scene:
Good Times (Finger Eleven)

Funeral Song:
Strange Days (Matthew Good Band)

End Credits:
Exit Music (For a Film) (Radiohead)


Wow...a lot of that works.


*is scared*