The Josh Journal

god

Sun, 29 Jan 2006 06:40:02 GMT

There's no point writing in this stupid journal because Meris and Alexis are the only people who have a chance of seeing my entries. But there's no point in living and I haven't commited suicide yet...

Many of us suffer from irrational fears, eg: spiders, heights, god, death, etc. I'm pretty afraid of big spiders. It's very possible to have these irrational fears cured but it's such a hassle. I will likely fear spiders my entire life.

Yesterday, on the bus ride home, I sat next to a serial-killer from highschool. I remember a time in highschool when he mentioned that IF he were to set off a bomb he would make sure it was in a heavily populated area like GM Place.

A read an african american slave narrative last week. It was interesting.

the failure

Tue, 15 Nov 2005 07:57:17 GMT

Flunking out of university was once only a dream. It may soon become a reality.

Tomorrow, I will arrive for class late wearing my stylish grey suit and plaid tie. I will rant about colourless blood and death.

True story.

Everything makes sense now...

Thu, 01 Sep 2005 09:32:57 GMT

That's IT. Everything just makes sense now. It all fits together, man. It totally does. All this time I was just looking at things the wrong way. It's like one of those shaky snow-glass thingys with water inside. Mine was UPSIDE DOWN the whole time.

Now it all makes sense, I can see everything so clearly now. My mind is at ease. This is a true revelation, one that will last with me for the rest of my life.

Thank you, Santa Claus, for giving your life for my salvation. As long as I live with my wealthy parents I will never go cold on CHRIST-mas.

I'd also like to thank, Pierre, Dave, Alexis, Dr.Andre, the big "T" in the sky, Agent Chelly Bean, the left turn lane, and Alexandre.

Fuck, I'd be dead by now if it were not for you all. Which reminds me of a story, my brush with DEATH.

One time I was about to step onto a bus. Actually it was a shuttle bus, little van like vehicle. As I was lifting my foot to step onto the bus it was struck from behind, rear-ended. What a shitty way to start the day. And it was all my fault too for walking to the Northern stop (my presence caused the bus to pull over and stop which then led to the accident). Had I only gone to the Southern stop instead, 3 people might be still alive today. I always take that Southern stop now and I spit on anyone who takes the Northern stop. Like today, some A-hole at the Northern stop asks me if the buses are still running. I take one look at him and say, "Probably not, better take a cab."

I lied to him.

This journal is bullshit!

Mon, 29 Aug 2005 07:25:18 GMT

I hate, HATE this bullshit journal. Today I woke up and was tired all day from not sleeping properly. Just like every goddamn day. Fuck this shit.

But seriously, I'm happy.

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Sun, 21 Aug 2005 07:42:40 GMT

Magic

Wed, 17 Aug 2005 07:07:24 GMT

So we have to attend 3 day long meetings/seminars at Carillon this summer. This years theme is apparently "magic". Curtis, my partner in crime, has a good idea...he thinks we should show them our "vanishing act".

Curtis, sleep therapy expert, on sleeping pills:

you can get it in liquid form too.......i call it "booze"

A dose of anarchy

Sun, 14 Aug 2005 21:33:32 GMT

I visited my friend Pierre yesterday, I hadn't seen him in a while. Turns out he is just as stupid as he always was. I caught him reading one of those "dose" papers. He tried to make excuses like, "They're totally anti-establishment", and stuff like that. Well I showed him, I grabbed the paper and ripped it up in front of his face. He was unimpressed.

Tomorrow I am meeting up with another old friend I haven't seen in a while, Sarah. She'll be pretty angry when she sees the pornographic cartoon I made about her...