Thursday, August 12, 2004
heyyyyyyyyy yaaa!!! my blog. is dead. oh no. :(
why? I do have good reasons. the big switch from Blogger to BC Journal is because I feel BC Journal is much more community and friend oriented. that's what I like. I mean, sorry, call me a poser for choosing it, but everyone does it, and I'd like to join the crew. I've been considering it for a while.
however, don't worry! nothing will change! I'll still have my crazy links section, and everything else - and hey, if I end up not liking it, I'll come back to blogger. don't worry.
so! without further ado, click here to get yourself there, or if you want to put the link on your favorites bar (lol, as I'm sure you will,) visit http://bcjournal.net/view.php?user=just_that_good . have fun. Blogger, I'll miss you.
-joel
P.S.! keep in mind, I've been blogging since October 2002. to visit everything up to November 2003. Then everything from there is on this site. Both sites will be up forever and ever. (I hope.) so enjoy!
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why? I do have good reasons. the big switch from Blogger to BC Journal is because I feel BC Journal is much more community and friend oriented. that's what I like. I mean, sorry, call me a poser for choosing it, but everyone does it, and I'd like to join the crew. I've been considering it for a while.
however, don't worry! nothing will change! I'll still have my crazy links section, and everything else - and hey, if I end up not liking it, I'll come back to blogger. don't worry.
so! without further ado, click here to get yourself there, or if you want to put the link on your favorites bar (lol, as I'm sure you will,) visit http://bcjournal.net/view.php?user=just_that_good . have fun. Blogger, I'll miss you.
-joel
P.S.! keep in mind, I've been blogging since October 2002. to visit everything up to November 2003. Then everything from there is on this site. Both sites will be up forever and ever. (I hope.) so enjoy!
Saturday, August 07, 2004
heyyyyy everybody! (hello, dr. nick!) what's going on. it's a dreary saturday morning, and I have no plans for today. lol , hooray. mainly because I have to mind Ben, cause dad's working and mom and tom are out volunteering for the mbts. rock on. let's look over my week, shall we?
monday: the family went to chipman (small village outside of fredericton) to where we have some family, and it was the New Brunswick Day festival, there was a 5k/10k race, and i got an award! bronze for my age group in the 5k :D whoo hoo. so yea, and then we gunned 'er outta chipman , 'cause i had to work. then, tuesday, my family and I went to Grand Bay for a camping trip. my uncle has a camp there, and they're there all the time, it's soooo nice. we go fishing and swimming and we have bonfires and stuff, it's great. so then we stayed overnight there, then we left on wednesday cause i had to work again. then on thursday, I had the 'brutal shift,' aka from 1-10. it was really quite gay. I hated it. still do. but anyway, so that just wasted my day away, then yesterday i realized that everyone's either a) away on vacation b) working or busy or c) mad at me. so I'm going to have to make it through those things, but I'll live. I'm really busy enough as it is. I'm gonna babysit Ben today, and I have some important things to take care of that I've been putting off forever anyway. tomorrow's the big day, so I did some speedwork last night, that was special. however, I gotta go into work for 1. :(. oh well! work is work, and I need the cash. and so that's the overview of my life at the moment, pretty hotttt eh? now, enough of this, we're moving on to a great ol' edition of Dr. Advice.
Patient #1, 803675136
Dr. Advice: Thanks, Bulimic Betty! I'm glad that you're having fun experimenting with different things. However, I have a few concerns. Firstly, whatever compelled you to combine icing sugar, vinegar, salt, and orange juice? Like, honestly, that's really just weird. Don't ever be a bartender. Also, the color result of those products should be somewheres around orange, shouldn't it? Not red. Mayyybe you should get that looked at... But that's just a hunch. Another thing, throwing up shouldn't feel good. It should most likely feel bad. Please get that looked at. That's enough. Next!
wait, there is no next. I'm too lazy. dr. advice is, for now, finished. if you want it back, comment, but no one is really doing so, sooo i think dr. advice is going to get the axe. i'll check back in a week. later!
-joel
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monday: the family went to chipman (small village outside of fredericton) to where we have some family, and it was the New Brunswick Day festival, there was a 5k/10k race, and i got an award! bronze for my age group in the 5k :D whoo hoo. so yea, and then we gunned 'er outta chipman , 'cause i had to work. then, tuesday, my family and I went to Grand Bay for a camping trip. my uncle has a camp there, and they're there all the time, it's soooo nice. we go fishing and swimming and we have bonfires and stuff, it's great. so then we stayed overnight there, then we left on wednesday cause i had to work again. then on thursday, I had the 'brutal shift,' aka from 1-10. it was really quite gay. I hated it. still do. but anyway, so that just wasted my day away, then yesterday i realized that everyone's either a) away on vacation b) working or busy or c) mad at me. so I'm going to have to make it through those things, but I'll live. I'm really busy enough as it is. I'm gonna babysit Ben today, and I have some important things to take care of that I've been putting off forever anyway. tomorrow's the big day, so I did some speedwork last night, that was special. however, I gotta go into work for 1. :(. oh well! work is work, and I need the cash. and so that's the overview of my life at the moment, pretty hotttt eh? now, enough of this, we're moving on to a great ol' edition of Dr. Advice.
Patient #1, 803675136
Dr. Advice: Thanks, Bulimic Betty! I'm glad that you're having fun experimenting with different things. However, I have a few concerns. Firstly, whatever compelled you to combine icing sugar, vinegar, salt, and orange juice? Like, honestly, that's really just weird. Don't ever be a bartender. Also, the color result of those products should be somewheres around orange, shouldn't it? Not red. Mayyybe you should get that looked at... But that's just a hunch. Another thing, throwing up shouldn't feel good. It should most likely feel bad. Please get that looked at. That's enough. Next!
wait, there is no next. I'm too lazy. dr. advice is, for now, finished. if you want it back, comment, but no one is really doing so, sooo i think dr. advice is going to get the axe. i'll check back in a week. later!
-joel
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
hey dudes!!!!!! good news, I can run the MBTS now!!!!! yeah!!!!!!!! I'm pumped. tho I'm having to work wayyy too much lately, so I seriously miss out on seeing all my friends.. faccck lol, but yeah, and i'm camping til tomorrow, but email me or drop me a line if you need anything, ill be back soon ! later
-joel
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-joel
Sunday, August 01, 2004
get ready, because this is going to be long. and not funny this time.
see, I have this thing about working. on a day that I'm working, (at 5 o'clock,) I generally don't relax, because hey! usually, when work isn't difficult and trying, it's hell. I definately don't enjoy, but I sure-as-hell need the money. and so, I do it. it's normally not that bad... but when it's bad, it's really bad. and so, needless to say, on a day that i have to work, that very idea is in the back of my mind. this is why I like to take the days off on which i have relaxing and / or important events, (i.e. camping, races, parties, etc.) i love to take the day off, so that I can completely enjoy every moment and relax, without having to worry.
my mom however, dissaproves of this idea entirely. she argues that working "not only assists me financially, but instills a responsability in me and also prepares me for the "real world," in which work is a constant factor." hm. yes. right.
I do agree with this, trust me, I do. this is my second summer of working, and it is a generally beneficial experience. this certain case, however, crosses the line.
as you all know, the marathon by the sea is an extremely important event for me. it is what I train for (during an 8-month period,) and it is what I envision when I think of "running accomplishments." it is a race in which I feel good about myself, in shape, and most of all, happy. this is something that makes me feel incredibly healthy, and it is especially fun, and so needless to say it's a major event for me and something I very much look forward to every summer.
as it is so important to me, I thought it would be wise to take the day off, as to ensure that I could participate and fully enjoy the MBTS. I casually mentioned this to my mom. she reacted with disdain, claiming that it would be "stupid and immature" to take time off for a mere running event, and that running takes the "topmost priority in your life right now." I disagreed, but decided I'd humour her and take no time off.
generally, my shifts are only evening shifts, therefore at 5 o'clock until close, which is generally around 10 o'clock. in the past month and a half, these are the shifts I've been getting. the only shifts.
however, seeing as to how I'm a little on the slow side at work, (because i'm un-motivated to work there, and I basically don't give a flying fuck,) I didn't realize that Sunday was Race Day. I had to go in for 8. (oh dear.) when I arrived home, I told my mom my schedule, and while telling her my Sunday shift, she gasped. I then found out.
I reacted like a psychopath, I must say. I freaked, I screamed, I was shocked. and although it's still extremely possible that someone else can work my shift, I'm amazingly depressed. it's because I realized to what point work affects me. not only do i dread it... it scares me. and everyone tells me, "find a new job!" and "why do you work?" a) i'm quitting in early september. I doubt that I'll find a job in which I'll work for that length of time. b) I work because I need the money. desperately. if you didn't know, I'm going to France next year, and I'm also getting driver's training soon, and on top of this i have to pay for this random surgery next year and after I graduate, i'm going to be moving on to a little something called "university." what do all these things have in common? that's right. money.
and so, yeah. I'm just down. please don't think i'm a mind-sucking depress-o maniac who just wants to be sad all the time. trust me, if there's anything i dislike the most, it's lingering on the past and bad things. but this is really awful... 8 months of intense training cannot result in nothing. that's absolutely insane. and so, i hope that i can get the day off. with all of my heart. and if I don't, I'll die. if I'm in a bad mood in the next little while... you know why. thank you.
-joel
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see, I have this thing about working. on a day that I'm working, (at 5 o'clock,) I generally don't relax, because hey! usually, when work isn't difficult and trying, it's hell. I definately don't enjoy, but I sure-as-hell need the money. and so, I do it. it's normally not that bad... but when it's bad, it's really bad. and so, needless to say, on a day that i have to work, that very idea is in the back of my mind. this is why I like to take the days off on which i have relaxing and / or important events, (i.e. camping, races, parties, etc.) i love to take the day off, so that I can completely enjoy every moment and relax, without having to worry.
my mom however, dissaproves of this idea entirely. she argues that working "not only assists me financially, but instills a responsability in me and also prepares me for the "real world," in which work is a constant factor." hm. yes. right.
I do agree with this, trust me, I do. this is my second summer of working, and it is a generally beneficial experience. this certain case, however, crosses the line.
as you all know, the marathon by the sea is an extremely important event for me. it is what I train for (during an 8-month period,) and it is what I envision when I think of "running accomplishments." it is a race in which I feel good about myself, in shape, and most of all, happy. this is something that makes me feel incredibly healthy, and it is especially fun, and so needless to say it's a major event for me and something I very much look forward to every summer.
as it is so important to me, I thought it would be wise to take the day off, as to ensure that I could participate and fully enjoy the MBTS. I casually mentioned this to my mom. she reacted with disdain, claiming that it would be "stupid and immature" to take time off for a mere running event, and that running takes the "topmost priority in your life right now." I disagreed, but decided I'd humour her and take no time off.
generally, my shifts are only evening shifts, therefore at 5 o'clock until close, which is generally around 10 o'clock. in the past month and a half, these are the shifts I've been getting. the only shifts.
however, seeing as to how I'm a little on the slow side at work, (because i'm un-motivated to work there, and I basically don't give a flying fuck,) I didn't realize that Sunday was Race Day. I had to go in for 8. (oh dear.) when I arrived home, I told my mom my schedule, and while telling her my Sunday shift, she gasped. I then found out.
I reacted like a psychopath, I must say. I freaked, I screamed, I was shocked. and although it's still extremely possible that someone else can work my shift, I'm amazingly depressed. it's because I realized to what point work affects me. not only do i dread it... it scares me. and everyone tells me, "find a new job!" and "why do you work?" a) i'm quitting in early september. I doubt that I'll find a job in which I'll work for that length of time. b) I work because I need the money. desperately. if you didn't know, I'm going to France next year, and I'm also getting driver's training soon, and on top of this i have to pay for this random surgery next year and after I graduate, i'm going to be moving on to a little something called "university." what do all these things have in common? that's right. money.
and so, yeah. I'm just down. please don't think i'm a mind-sucking depress-o maniac who just wants to be sad all the time. trust me, if there's anything i dislike the most, it's lingering on the past and bad things. but this is really awful... 8 months of intense training cannot result in nothing. that's absolutely insane. and so, i hope that i can get the day off. with all of my heart. and if I don't, I'll die. if I'm in a bad mood in the next little while... you know why. thank you.
-joel
Friday, July 30, 2004
lol, seems all i do nowadays is post my dr. advice thing! this can have negative side-effects, however. see the following example:
"hey, how are you?"
"oh, I'm bad. let's talk about Joel, though."
"yes, as usual. how is Joel?"
"I don't know. he doesn't tell about anything about himself ever in his Blog anymore!"
"I know, it's only that "Dr. Advice" stuff. which is absolutely hilarious, I've urinated in my pants after reading every edition, I just can't stop, but it's just not... about Joel, you know?"
"I know."
"and... *chokes up* when I don't hear what's new about him, I just... I worry, you know?"
"yes, i understand you, I feel the same way."
"and then I just... well he's just so nice and cool and great, and when I don't hear about him I wonder what I'd ever do with myself if he wasn't around... *begins to sob*"
"oh yes, let it out companion, mmmyes, right there, let it out"
"and I just... I worry, yknow??? Dr. Advice my ASS! I NEED JOEL!"
"you ass, mmm yes, I need it - ah, I know!"
"AND IT MAKES ME FEEL SO SAD INSIDE!"
"cry on my crotch"
"excuse me?"
"nothing."
I'm sure that's what you're all feeling too. I'm not gonna talk anymore, and.... ahhh... I'm going to let "Dr. Advice" come in and give advice! *cough* so yea! enjoy :D this week, it's the one-liner's edition! short & sweet!
FOR THOSE WHO SKIPPED THE PARAGRAPH ABOVE, THIS WEEK IS THE SHORT & SWEET EDITION OF DR. ADVICE! thank you. (oh, and this time you'll have to click on the link to see the confession, due to laziness. lol.)
DR. ADVICE!
Patient #1, 476655957
Dr. Advice: Ah... Ha. Right. I don't even really want to give you any advice, because you sound just so immensley retarded that you're just... Whatever. So, in your spare time, while the world sleeps and has wild hot sex, you dance around to "Get Down" while wearing your mom's spandex, eh? Eh. And then you film it, eh? Eh. That's what I thought. All I can say is, whatever floats your boat there, perv-a-rino, that's a little odd but hey! Just between you in me - I compulsively sneak a quick snack from the compost bin while listening to the soundtrack of Jesus Christ Superstar while wearing a dress made of socks! But it's cool. Next!
Patient #2, 441198503
Dr. Advice: This is a problem for your plumber. Not me. Get help. Next!
Patient #3, 176586432
Dr. Advice: Hey, you're a transvestite! That's great! But keep it to yourself, or no one will like you and no one will share their cookies with you at naptime. That's what happened to me...I mean, time for the next patient! Next!
Patient #4, 130755415
Dr. Advice: Who escaped from the insane asylum? Who, you? Yes, you. Who refuses to comment on such a stupid confession? Who, me? Yes, me. But I still want a cookie.
-END-
YAAA!!! comment, even if you have nothing to say :D I'M WATCHING YOU SO YOU BETTER....... lol k later
-joel
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"hey, how are you?"
"oh, I'm bad. let's talk about Joel, though."
"yes, as usual. how is Joel?"
"I don't know. he doesn't tell about anything about himself ever in his Blog anymore!"
"I know, it's only that "Dr. Advice" stuff. which is absolutely hilarious, I've urinated in my pants after reading every edition, I just can't stop, but it's just not... about Joel, you know?"
"I know."
"and... *chokes up* when I don't hear what's new about him, I just... I worry, you know?"
"yes, i understand you, I feel the same way."
"and then I just... well he's just so nice and cool and great, and when I don't hear about him I wonder what I'd ever do with myself if he wasn't around... *begins to sob*"
"oh yes, let it out companion, mmmyes, right there, let it out"
"and I just... I worry, yknow??? Dr. Advice my ASS! I NEED JOEL!"
"you ass, mmm yes, I need it - ah, I know!"
"AND IT MAKES ME FEEL SO SAD INSIDE!"
"cry on my crotch"
"excuse me?"
"nothing."
I'm sure that's what you're all feeling too. I'm not gonna talk anymore, and.... ahhh... I'm going to let "Dr. Advice" come in and give advice! *cough* so yea! enjoy :D this week, it's the one-liner's edition! short & sweet!
FOR THOSE WHO SKIPPED THE PARAGRAPH ABOVE, THIS WEEK IS THE SHORT & SWEET EDITION OF DR. ADVICE! thank you. (oh, and this time you'll have to click on the link to see the confession, due to laziness. lol.)
DR. ADVICE!
Patient #1, 476655957
Dr. Advice: Ah... Ha. Right. I don't even really want to give you any advice, because you sound just so immensley retarded that you're just... Whatever. So, in your spare time, while the world sleeps and has wild hot sex, you dance around to "Get Down" while wearing your mom's spandex, eh? Eh. And then you film it, eh? Eh. That's what I thought. All I can say is, whatever floats your boat there, perv-a-rino, that's a little odd but hey! Just between you in me - I compulsively sneak a quick snack from the compost bin while listening to the soundtrack of Jesus Christ Superstar while wearing a dress made of socks! But it's cool. Next!
Patient #2, 441198503
Dr. Advice: This is a problem for your plumber. Not me. Get help. Next!
Patient #3, 176586432
Dr. Advice: Hey, you're a transvestite! That's great! But keep it to yourself, or no one will like you and no one will share their cookies with you at naptime. That's what happened to me...I mean, time for the next patient! Next!
Patient #4, 130755415
Dr. Advice: Who escaped from the insane asylum? Who, you? Yes, you. Who refuses to comment on such a stupid confession? Who, me? Yes, me. But I still want a cookie.
-END-
YAAA!!! comment, even if you have nothing to say :D I'M WATCHING YOU SO YOU BETTER....... lol k later
-joel
Thursday, July 29, 2004
heyyyyyy yaaaaaaa ,heyyy yaaaaaa, it's dr. advice time! and it's also a beautiful day! enjoy! but before i start, i have to show you something hilarious.
BlondeStar.
mmmyok!
Patient #1, 590199080
This patient is too vulgar to be placed on this site. For your own discretion, we reccomend that you use your own discretion while visiting the link above. Thank you.
Dr. Advice: Oh... Well that's always good! Good! OK! Well, I certainly don't think I've ever gagged so hard in my life. So thank you for sharing what turns you on. I think I'm going to call 1-800-222-TIPS to report "a fucked-up mother fucker who's so fucked up that he deserves to be thrown into jail." I mean... Do you have ANY idea how revoltingly un-healthy your habits are? Holy God! That's so sick! I'm sorry, but I can't even start to help you out here, but maybe you should try to find something ELSE that turns you on. Please. Oh, and for future reference: Don't ever talk about your feelings again. They're gross. Next!
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BlondeStar.
mmmyok!
Patient #1, 590199080
This patient is too vulgar to be placed on this site. For your own discretion, we reccomend that you use your own discretion while visiting the link above. Thank you.
Dr. Advice: Oh... Well that's always good! Good! OK! Well, I certainly don't think I've ever gagged so hard in my life. So thank you for sharing what turns you on. I think I'm going to call 1-800-222-TIPS to report "a fucked-up mother fucker who's so fucked up that he deserves to be thrown into jail." I mean... Do you have ANY idea how revoltingly un-healthy your habits are? Holy God! That's so sick! I'm sorry, but I can't even start to help you out here, but maybe you should try to find something ELSE that turns you on. Please. Oh, and for future reference: Don't ever talk about your feelings again. They're gross. Next!
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
les camarades! salut! comment ça va? comme vous pouvez constater, je n'ai pas vraiment «poster» en longtemps! ce n'était que des niaiseries de «dr. advice,» ce qui est drôle, mais un peu... retardé. et bien.
alors! aujourd'hui nous (ma famille) partons pour une belle journée de camping! hourra! mes cousins et ma grand-mère ont achetés de la propriété sur un terrain de camping en grand bay, et c'est vraiment bien. alors, nous y allons passer la journée avec eux, et par après nous y allons passer la nuit aussi. vomissons. j'espère que je ne meurs pas... je suis 100% dépendant sur l'ordinateur, mes amis, etc. etc., mais heureusement Thomas est parti pour une semaine au «Hampton Bible Camp»! (C'est un peu... contradictoire, n'est pas?) voilà un petit scénario que j'ai conçu au sujet du séjour de Thomas au camp:
"Thomas, nous vous demandons que t'enlèves ton chandail innaproprié."
"Fuk u, muthafukaz."
"Et bien. Nous allons appeller Jésus et lui demander de te tuer."
"Whatever."
"Bien."
Hourra! C'est réaliste! J'ai manquer uriner dans mes pantalons en lisant la brochure du camp. Voici un exemple de ce que j'ai lu:
"We ask that you bring your personal hygienic necessities, a week's supply of appropriate clothing, (i.e. no mini-skirts, tube tops, negative lettering, etc.) all the equipment necessary for your week's theme (dans le cas à Thomas, c'est la semaine de «paintball»,) and don't forget your favorite bible and your holiest attitude!"
J'aimerais réviser la dernière partie de ce paragraphe:
"...and don't forget your favorite bible and your holiest attitude!"
Pardonnez-moi alors que je vomis du fond de mon estomac. C'est bien une phrase qui décrit Thomas très bien, et la seule raison de son participation ne dois définitivement PAS être le fait que c'est la semaine de «paintball». Non.
En tout cas, il faut que j'aille partir et préparer mes choses, alors amusez-vous et je vous parlerez plus tard!
-joel
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alors! aujourd'hui nous (ma famille) partons pour une belle journée de camping! hourra! mes cousins et ma grand-mère ont achetés de la propriété sur un terrain de camping en grand bay, et c'est vraiment bien. alors, nous y allons passer la journée avec eux, et par après nous y allons passer la nuit aussi. vomissons. j'espère que je ne meurs pas... je suis 100% dépendant sur l'ordinateur, mes amis, etc. etc., mais heureusement Thomas est parti pour une semaine au «Hampton Bible Camp»! (C'est un peu... contradictoire, n'est pas?) voilà un petit scénario que j'ai conçu au sujet du séjour de Thomas au camp:
"Thomas, nous vous demandons que t'enlèves ton chandail innaproprié."
"Fuk u, muthafukaz."
"Et bien. Nous allons appeller Jésus et lui demander de te tuer."
"Whatever."
"Bien."
Hourra! C'est réaliste! J'ai manquer uriner dans mes pantalons en lisant la brochure du camp. Voici un exemple de ce que j'ai lu:
"We ask that you bring your personal hygienic necessities, a week's supply of appropriate clothing, (i.e. no mini-skirts, tube tops, negative lettering, etc.) all the equipment necessary for your week's theme (dans le cas à Thomas, c'est la semaine de «paintball»,) and don't forget your favorite bible and your holiest attitude!"
J'aimerais réviser la dernière partie de ce paragraphe:
"...and don't forget your favorite bible and your holiest attitude!"
Pardonnez-moi alors que je vomis du fond de mon estomac. C'est bien une phrase qui décrit Thomas très bien, et la seule raison de son participation ne dois définitivement PAS être le fait que c'est la semaine de «paintball». Non.
En tout cas, il faut que j'aille partir et préparer mes choses, alors amusez-vous et je vous parlerez plus tard!
-joel
