people don't know what's good.

they need to be told, and the best way to tell them is by advertising and marketing.

good advertising is the key to getting anything done in this world. good advertising is the key to doing anything meaningful in this world. without good ads, we'd be sitting alone, in silence and dark, blinded.

i pressed the Dot key just as everything changed.

you can call me lime, of the jolly rancher gang. (you can be strawberry, or peach.) consider this a fair warning! my dragon punch is deadly indeed.

at least i'm not some retarded japanese kid (man) with an extra finger and a dead father, raised by a blind and disgraced judo master.
watch the throw down.

lime lime lime lime lime.
lemon and lime are the key ingredients of
what
sprite?

if you buy cookies with tim horton's dollars, you can keep the change and buy crack.

...and shall live in warm water henceforth, 'till the end of time.

i feel guilty for not living winter. it's like an obligation, something you have to do every year. it feels like i'm cheating, escaping with a bit of cold and a bit of dusting on the ground.

relationship of command, by at the drive-in, is the greatest thing i own atm.

cool kids watch asian horror films.

am i growing out of this?

love marc x.

hey.

how's it going.

http://www.myspace.com/blackcat13band

momentous post.

i finished exams on wednesday. my last one was a math exam. i wrote cheats on tape and stuck them to the back of my calculator, but i never ended up using them.

i probably failed. most likely. OH WELL, THEM'S THE BREAKS, KID.

yesterday, i went back to mind. my aunt had told me that i had an appointment with patrice on the eighth or something, but he brought me into his office and said i could come back, etc, but i better not be a fag.

then, he introduced me to the principal, told her all the gory details of my life.

i went and told some of my friends, and he was all like, okay you three (catherine adams, samuel gyetvey, samuel pennington, and my self) come over here, and he brought us back into his office and told them to make sure i didn't fuck up and start disrupting classes again.

n_n

i blushed!

patrick did the exact same mother fucking thing.

i gave oliver his christmas present, my stole'n copy of Watchmen, and the book Money, which he had lent me.
'tis a good book!

and then, man alive, i went and chilled with some friends. we bought a five piece, went back to whoever's house, smoked on the roof and told each other riddles, watched nazi racist donald duck, etc.

when i was leaving, one of them said, see you at school, and i almost cried.

._;

i'm going back in a couple minutes, to toronto, to spend time with my family and such.

merry christmas post if i can't post on christmas day.

love marc xxx.

xmasclaws.

i am so not excited for christmas it's
sad.

because we're all poor, the last couple of years, we've been picking names from a hat. it's pretty goddamn stupid.
but i phoned my mom a bit ago,
and told her i was doing the noble thing, and not participating.

i can't get people presents because i don't have any money,
so i'm not letting them get me presents either.

:(

the only thing about the holidays that has me remotely interested is that me and my brother are going to watch all the star wars movies, back2back.
and he'll probably have a wii by now, so i should be able to play it a bit.

:)

i'm an engine driver.

songs about rapscallions and curs.

miranda is an excellent name.

many things have happened, recently.

i've started stealing again.

i'm probably expelled for good, this time. for the third time.

i don't know. i've forgotten how to do this. what else am i supposed to say.

i like the decemberists.