A new favorite drunk?

It's hard to pic and choose my favorite drunk. Tyler proved to be ultimately hilarious, but Jon is much more of a classic drunk. I'm not sure how I want to define classic yet. I will let ya'll know.

Being sober last night was very fun. Although I had many oppertunaties, I fought those demons. And I liked it. It reminded me of the old Amber who was indeed a lot cooler than this one.

Sam says, "What the hell?"

I think that I have caught the Dirty Dozen's appology bug

Oh dirty dozen, you never cease to amaze me. I was in a happy morning mood so I decided to read the quote master’s quotes to put me in a super duper mood for the day.
And then I saw the entries of Jeff and Taylor.

Jeff, please understand that I was acting quite immature and out of character. Although I was using rather loud and furious tones, I am sorry. Understand that I would be one of the first or second people at the scene, should you get mutilated, with my ninety-nine cent sewing kit to sew your throat back up and your ears back on. I would not be the first person to arrive as I have no car and wherever you were, I would have to walk. Also, I don’t know the streets of Charlottetown very well, but my intention is nothing but good and whole hearted.

When one’s friend is threatened with mutilation, that shouldn’t be funny; however, the reaction on the face of the friend is what kills me. I suppose you could say that I have a sick sense of humour. Apart from my great sense of humour, I am also quite a realistic person who strongly believes that a self-proclaimed mutilator is not so tough. It is to me that that person cries about lost love and hurt feelings. I really wasn’t scared for your life; I just wanted you to leave me alone.

Leave me alone, you ask? I have the attention span equivalent to that of a five-year-old child. Constant badgering gets old fast. I love my hometown, and don’t get me wrong, (I hate to mention this) but Charlottetown is constantly growing on me and goddammit, I love this town too. Not only do I miss my beloved homeland, I miss my friends and family too. That should be quite easily understandable. I am very defensive of everything that is dear to me and I know that you are as well. I actually don’t know if you are, but oh heavens, you should be. Look at all that you have got and just be thankful. Because of certain people that I know and like from this great island province, and because of a certain group of people from the great land of New Brunswick, that I admit, I have associated with, somehow, not only you, but others as well, have not been able to leave me alone. The constant pestering is so unbelievably tiresome.

I love some people, not many, but some. I would like to believe myself as being open minded, but I have obviously proved myself wrong. I do however, have the ability to hang around with people who have different views than I do. I may not agree with the things that other people do, but I do respect the facts that I have my beliefs and that other people have theirs. As long as our ideals do not clash, I can get along with anybody.

I understand that you were just joking and I don’t really know you well and that that is the way that you always act. But really, I don’t give a fuck. You also don’t know me very well. (If this sounds too harsh I am sorry, it really isn’t supposed to.)

I’m not asking you to take a three hundred and sixty degree turn and totally change. I am only asking for your forgiveness. I love you just the way you are, with the exception of your throat and ears. Just joking. There’s that crazy sense of humour and immaturity again.

I enjoy your company. As annoyed as I may get, I really do enjoy hanging out with you. The things that piss me off are the things that often amuse me.

As for you Taylor, I like you. Keep on whipping it up.

And now it's time for an excerpt from the song "Chickenshit Conformist" by Dead Kennedys. I dedicate it to all who are similar.

"So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes
Again and again
Chickenshit conformist
Like your parents"


And now I want to take this oppertunity to thank my parents for letting me be who I am and not who they wanted me to be. Thank you parents for giving me the rights to think and to choose. I feel sorry for those who are not as lucky as I.

Oh good sweet God, it's going to be an eventful evening tonight! Tonight is Bobby's last wind symphony concert and I am going to bring Morgan if he's feeling okay because he had to work all day today. Sam and Patty-Jo are coming too. This is going to be a great show, I can already tell. He he he.


Sam says, "What the hell?"

This is for you, Goat.
I lost my whole post.
Awe Nuts!


Sam says, "What the hell?"

Oh yeah, I have some quotes from the other night. These are by me and I only remember them because I wrote them down. Let's just say that I wasn't in my right mind that night and I fell asleep at eleven o'clock.

"This is fucking scrumptious!" - Comment on the Burger King food that I was eating.

"You guys are fucking Charttlenonians." - That was me trying to say that Bob and Goat came from Charlottetown.

That is all.

Hi there!

I went to the Easter Beef Show with Patty-Jo and Sam today. It was fun. I saw a lot of farmers and some steers and some heifers. And I learned some new cow words (i.e. steers and heifers). I now know that there is more than one kind of cow. The show was great, but the highlight of the Steer Show had to be the drunk guy at the end.

We were waiting for Patty-Jo's roomate to pick us up when a drunk man stumbled over to his truck. We didn't know if he was retarded or drunk because we have never seen anyone that unable to walk before. It was kind of scary seeing him walk over to his truck because we weren't sure if he was going to try to drive it or not. But the funny part was when he tried to get in. He opened the door and almost fell getting in, but then he smashed his head with the door while shutting the door. This was kind of scary but only got worse when he fell head first out of the truck. We had all thought that he had knocked himself out cold so Sam and Patty-Jo ran towards the man, who was now lying face first in the Civic Centre parking lot. He was okay but needed help getting up and walking back to the Civic Centre. We then met his friends at the door and one man said that we should've let him drive home anyway. This made us all mad because of all the damage he had already done just trying to get in the truck. So a yellow cab was called and he got in. Hopefully they drove him home instead of leaving him on the road. It was only four-thirty in the afternoon.

I can hardly wait until next year's Easter Beef Show. I'll be nineteen and maybe I can get really drunk off of the free liquor that they serve to the buyers. I am glad that I can count on my friends, Sam and Patty-Jo to pick my drunk ass off the ground when I fall head first out of my own truck. They truely are angels sent by the beef show god.

I went to Patty-Jo's farm this weekend. I got to ride a horse and skateboard and look at a lot of cows and stuff. It was a lot of fun. It was an excellent feeling to get back to the homeland. Plastic bottled pop has never tasted so sweet. I love the way that you can open a plasitc bottle of pop and then close it and not have the pop flat the next time you want to take a drink.

I'm very far behind on a lot of school work and it's pathetic because instead of doing it, I either sleep or make stupid posts. I guess I just don't want to do it, but the sooner I can get it all done, the sooner school will be over with and I can go home. I think that there is only twenty-five or twenty-six more days left of school.

I should do some work.

My hometown has nothing to do with anything

I have a big problem with those who are trying to tell me that talking to a certain friend of mine is wrong. Although I may not share the same opinions with this “bad” friend, that does not mean that we cannot get along. I do not know many people on this island and I am very fortunate to have had the chance to meet the people that I have. I am starting to get sick and tired of being constantly badgered about one my friends. I was not around for anything that has happened in the past that may make me want to change my mind about this person. I cannot tolerate your constant necessity to tell me that I am a bad person because I have chosen to become friends with people who are nice to me.


Sam says, “What the hell?”

"You sure know how to pick a hot best friend"

At first, I wasn't sure how to react to this incredible quote. Then, I decided to vote Jon Gillis as my favorite drunk ever. Rumour has it that this guy is full of many good drunken one liners. I had a pretty good weekend with visits from Tiff, Ben, Dena, and Chirs. My friday night party was fun, but overcrowded thanks to the whining of Tiffany for that damn cot. Getting Bob up was a chore, as usual, because this time he didn't want to get up until "my mouth makes a circle". Gina was not dying of aids.

Saturday I helped Jeff dye his hair green and I saw a Dead Kennedys video on Much Music. I do not remember what I did on Sunday, but I'm sure that I had a lot of fun.

I wanted a blogger page and now I have one. The only problem is that I have nothing to say.