Yet another Quiz

Your Name?
Twiggy

	Twiggy is a goddess. Twiggy is the leader of all that is cool and will be cool. Twiggy is famous for no reason. Don't ask no questions. Do not defy twiggy, or you'll get fuckered up. Thanks.

Your Age?
22
The age after 21 where you realize you still have another 3 years to get your shit together

Your Best Friend?
Britney
A poor or negligent parent. (sorry brit)

Angel
The girl who makes your heart jump when she enters the room.
The girl who breaks it as she leaves.

The girl you'll need for a long time, wherever you go.

What should You be Doing?
Cleaning
The act of shoving everything in a closet and calling it decent.

Your favorite Color?
Black
1.Darkness, a dark colour, the colour of this text is black. 2.A race - The black race can range from African american to polynesian.

Your Birthplace?
Saskatoon

Saskatoon is the largest city in Saskatchewan, it is located roughly in the middle of the province. It only has approximately 215,000 people which makes it rather small compared to other Canadian cities. However, it is not the capitol city that goes to Regina which is located 2 hours south. Saskatoon is a city divided between east side(middle class) and west side(ghetto). The city is home to the University of Saskatchewan. It is a relatively good place to live i.e. not too small not too big. Temperatures range from -30c to +30c so the weather can be extreme.

If you ever find yourself in Saskatoon be careful of the police they are known to drop people off outside city limits where you might just freeze to death, if it is winter.

Month of Your Birthday?
November
The month in which the most babies are born. And which, by chance, is exactly nine months after February.

Last Person You talked To?
Britney...

Your Nickname?
Brady
A handsome yet conflicted sole, on the brink of panic at all times. A ladies man with no game. Lives for the party, but is not the life of the party.

And another Quiz

00. First off, what is your name?
Twiggy Karyl Stanton

99. Why were you named that?
Not Really sure, Ask my parents

98. Who is your best friend?
Britney or Angel <3 Many loves to them both. They are always there for me no matter what!

97. Do you have any siblings?
I do - My brother Dylan and Angel is like my sister <3 forever forever

96. Are your parents together/divorced/separated?
Divorced and re-maried (yay I have 4 parents)

95. Favorite color?
Black and Neon green

94. Who is your favorite NFL team?
Roughriders (only because I live in Sask... yeah I know they suck)

91. Who sits behind you in 2nd period?
Graduated Bitches!!!

90. Who sits to the left?
... GRADUATED BITCHES!!!!

89. Where is your mom right now?
At her house, probably in bed, or making coffee for her and my step dad. or amybe watching TV. Yeah - her morning schedual is always the same... OR no - WAIT - she's at the doctor this morning...

88. Do you have any kids?
Nope, thankfully.

87. Who is the 5th person you got a missed call from?
I do not own a telephone of any sort at all at the moment.

86. Closest black object?
My desk/clothing

85. Closest silver object?
The ring on my finger or the change on my desk lol

84. Have you ever jumped a fence running from a cop?
Not yet...

83. Do you sing in the shower?
hahah no, our walls are really thin. I don't want anyone to hear my awful singing hahaha

82. Do you have any pets?
A snake, Heroin, and a cat, Harley David Quinn

81. How does your hair look right now?
Mess unkempt, black, short in the back, long in front, bangs.

80. Last time you listened to country music?
Ermmm.... no idea.

78. If you could kill someone, who would it be?
You, maybe?

77. What are your fears?
Ghosties, being left behind, being forgotten, another one of my friends killing themselves, loosing my Mom to whatever disease it is she has that the doctors keep not finding. :(

76. Do you still pee your pants?
Uhm... eww...

75. What do you hear right now?
Melody sleeping on our couch, my typing, cars outside.

74. How many drugs are in your system right now?
Tylenol and Antianxiety pills.

73. What kind of drunk are you?
Happy, bubbly, confident

72. What are you wearing?
Black bunnyhug, t-shirt, black baggy pants, black socks... black black black

71. Last person you commented?
Ermm... fucked if I know? I don't keep track of that shit.

70. Do you sing?
hahaha Sadly, yes. I'm in a 'Band' Gnomedelic.... we suck, we really really suck.

69. Single or Taken?
Single, fairly happy about it. Last guy I dated I found to be married so....

68. Screamo or Country?
Screamo I guess

67. Rock or Rap?
Rock for sure, but some Rap is Okay

66. chocolate or vanilla?
Chocolate as a general rule...

65. who did you last call?
no-one.. No phone, remember...

64. Who last called you?
..................

63. What jewelry do you wear daily?
A ring my mom's ex boyfriend found on the floor of The Wash and Slosh. Been wearing it everyday for the last like.. seven years. Never taking it off, ever.

62. Are you happy right now?
Happy? not sure... content, yes.

61. Who was the last person you said I love you to?
Britney, when we were outside. I say I love you to all my friends, all the time. They mean the world to me.

60. Would you die for someone?
Absolutly!

59. If so, who?
My brother, my family, Angel and Britney. I wouldn't even think about it.

57. Are you cold right now?
Naw, it's pretty warm in our house today.

58. What do you smell right now?
Coffee and cigarette smoke... kinda gross mixture. The coffee smells good though.

56. Do you have to pee right now?
Nope, just went :P

55. What did you do last night?
Hung out at the Big Brown Beast with Nylan, Angel, Brodie, Amanda and Mike... or Mark... or some M name. Was a good time. Angel just moved in there. Pretty good deal - they are all awesome people.

54. What are you doing tommorow?
Working, sadly. But Meh...

53. If an ex asked you back out, would you say yes?
... I'm not really sure.

52. Do you pick your nose?
sometimes if I can't breath and theres nothing to blow my nose with.

51. Do you cuss?
Fuck You

50. Bedsheet color?
Black

49. Wall color?
White

48. Carpet or wood in your room?
Grey Carpet

47. Do you cut your own veggies?
. wtf? uhmm... yeah?

46. Wildest rumor you've ever heard about yourself?
Toooooo many.

45. Do you have makeup on right now?
Nope, don't usually put makeup on unless Im going out.

43. Are you shy?
Sometimes, depends on my mood and who I'm with. I'm getting better at not being shy though.

41. Can u do a cartwheel?
hahahah not even a little bit.

40. Favorite ice cream?
Cherry!!! or Bubblegum!! or NO Wait TIGER TIGER! that shit's the best!

39. Ever gone a whole day without eating?
Yeah, it happens.

38. America or Canada?
Canada Eh

37. What makes u mad?
People

36. What if you found out you were adopted?
Meh...

35. Jeans or Sweatpants?
I'm getting really bored of this quiz thing. I'm gonna stop now.

Somwtimes life hands you $100 and five shots of Whiskey

Okay, so maybe that wasn't life that handed me the $100, that was Wal-Mart, but I had basicly written that money off because I never thought I would actually be getting it. The Whiskey on the oter hand...

Well, I was waiting for my bus the other day, standing out in the cold and rain and wind when out of no-where this chika comes up to the bus stop and starts harassing people. Whatever, I just turned away because she was kinda cute and looked like "one of us" so by all means chika, harass whoever you want.

She must have seen me turn away because all of a sudden she's standing behind me, "Well you're just a bitch, eh?" and she kinda giggles so I turn back around and start laughing like wtf? and she hands me a two litre and goes "It's straight whiskey, don't make me drink alone."

So whatever, fine, a couple shot's of whiskey before work isn't going to hurt. and we get to talking and apperantly she's a waitress at the irish pub not to far from my house. Well - that is indeed and exciting prospect. a couple more shots before the bus comes and I'm on my way to work.

All in all it was a good morning of harassing bus stop people, meeting cute chika's and drinking whiskey and getting money.

Now I need to find someone to go to Dublins with me so I can try to get her number.

Wish me lucks. ;)

I'm still bored, there is still nothing to do. So this is my third blog post today and none of it has been even remotly interesting or important.

Joi

Thinking of playing Sims 3 for a while, but I dunno. Watched Alice in Wonderland for the first time today. It was really good! I rather enjoyed it. Maybe I'll escape to my room and watch another movie? Probably not.

The dishwasher is almost finished which means it's almost time for me to cook supper for the roomie and I.

Mmmmm PASTAGETTI with butter and salt :)

Neo-Karma

Homesick Abortion

This is an excerpt from one of my favorite stories of all time...

hope you enjoy it as much as I do hahahah ..

I think I'm probaby going hell, aren't I?

Once, I was asked if I believed in karma. It was by some chick I had just been telling that her parents had gotten a divorce because of her stupidity. She was crying when she asked it, and told me I was going to get reborn as a grub and then struck by lightning. She then ran away before letting me answer.

Of course I believe in karma. In fact, I'm a very intricate part of the system: I like to deal out some karma myself. Or at least neo-karma – people now-a-days have no patience for old-fashioned karma where you had to get reborn and shit like that. Neo-karma is all about speed. No one doesn't deserve what I do or say to them. You were a fucking bitch in high school and cheated on your boyfriend. Thirty years later, your son gets in a car accident and dies. You visit his roadside grave every week to appease your own guilt while at the same time planning to adopt some kid from Pakistan. One day you visit the grave and there's this picture of a burning stranger and stomped on flowers. Expensive flowers. And say you're a horrible little brat that always gets what you want, when you want it, and you start doing meth. When your parents find out, you refuse to go to counseling because you're 18 and they can't make you. A year later, your parents get a divorce, and they tell you it wasn't your fault. Well I'm here to tell you it was you fucking fault. You tip a waitress well, and she uses that money to buy heroine from the fucker that gives your wife AIDS – so you divorce the cheating slut and marry a single mom nurse and make a real fucking home for once. But then you later forget to send your dying wife a birthday card and write her out of your will, so your step son starts to get kicks from being a sick fuck and hides your invitation to her funeral. You don't pay that Salvation Army guy in front of the store so you slam your fingers in the car door. You make fun of vulnerable people and you get diabetes. Fucking karma at its fucking greatest.

And I'm proud to say I'm part of the neo-karma system everyone's so excited about. The school gets rid of tag because a kid might be inadequate or they discourage auditions because it could make a kid feel inferior, or they make encouraging posters and post them in the hallways and tell the ugly fat kids that everyone's beautiful and it's the inside the counts. If a kid can't play tag because he wheezes from the asthma he got from his parents smoking, he deserves to fucking know he's an unhealthy fucktard freak and should give up any plans he had about being a professional sports player. And if you can't fucking act, you deserve to know not to quit your fucking day job. My part in the neo-karma system is to tell people second place really is for losers, that we've all made second place, and that it's too late to advance because the race is already over. That there is no such thing as "an individual" and that no matter how hard you try to get to the top of that mountain, you're going to have to make your fucking way down again, and get a knee injury on the fucking way.

That it really is the outside that counts, and that's why they made job interviews. That calling a skinny anorexic 'fat' is worse than calling a fat anorexic 'fat', but telling an ugly person they're ugly is worse than telling a hot person they're ugly – but still as satisfying. That there is not such thing as being 'big boned,' you're just fat. That if you think its your fault, it probably is – and if you don't think its your fault, you're a conceited slut. And that I don't fucking care that the commercial says cholesterol runs in your family, there's no excuse for you to eat that cheesecake, you obnoxiously fat slut – but there's also no excuse for me not to eat it in front of you, bitch.

Oh Dear

I have absolutly nothing to write about - but I want to write... was thinking of doing a movie review, but now I'm too lazy. That's pretty pathetic isn't it?

Life seems to be sort of turning around for me now, which is good.

I have two jobs, housekeeping, and another apartment cleaning job. But they both pay very well and I'm quite happy with where I am in my life right now. Found out I'm hypoglicemic which is well... whatever, really. Doesn't make that much of a diference to my life so I don't really care. On the other hand I also found out I weigh a whole total of 83 pounds and wow... yeah - not so healthy at all.

The doctor (yes I have a new family doctor and she's actually working on finding out why I'm loosing so much weight which is awesome!) Anyway, my doctor gave me some meal suplements that I'm supposed to take with my food, but - even though I have been drinking them, eating three meals a day - I've lost a pound and a bit. Which I know seems small, but when you only weigh 83 pounds loosing anything is a bit worrysome.

I'm also back on antianxiety drugs which is great. Needed them so very badly. I'm getting back to feeling like a normal human being which is great :)

I'm thinking of getting back to work writing on some stories, or working on a comic. I need an outlet of some type.

Also, my music folder is failing me, if anyone has any new music that they want to share with me that would be awesome, because I'm really really getting bored with my colection.

Oh, and the roomie and I gotted outselves a wee beasty - her name is Harley David Quinn. Yay... most loving cuddly cat I've ever met in my life and she is amazing. One day when I get my camera working again I'll have to put up some pictures of her.

Sorry this post is so boring and useless - I'll get back into the swing of things again soon. promise. :)

I Has A Sad

Don't know why... been thinking about Tysene non stop for days.
Feels bad, Man...