The Democratic Process: An Electrifying Experience

I've been trying to stay away from the blog, as I have a blog addiction. But this is election day, how could I not post a post? Well, in case you didn't already figure it out, I voted for the Green Party. I also entered my brother's election pool. See my picks and the picks of the others here. If that doesn't work, visit Stephen's blog. I have linked to it many times throughout my blog.
Also, for those of you who read my brother's blog, our brother, Mark, does not recall offering Stephen five dollars to jump onto risk parts.
The early morning Salsa dancing has turned into a club of sorts. I believe that it is called the UFO club (don't ask). It is now at least 8 members strong. I went again this morning, and I dragged BAD along this time. J, Marina and The Magician were also there. It was a *good* time.
Well, I managed to keep it short (or as j-roc would write it '_eep it short'. He doesn't believe in the letter'k'). Yay for me. And this blog had a hit from Finland. Click here to visit a blog that did not receive a hit from Finland, and click here to go to a blog that has received a hit from Brazil.
Thank you.

Of Squirrels and Mini Vans

Have you ever popped the hood of your mini van, only to discover it packed full of pine cones? Neither have I, but my father has. Our old mini van has a hood full of pine cones, deposited there by squirrels. Maybe they were italic squirrels. I am not positive.

Election Fever: Clarification and Excessive Use of the Letter 'e'. Plus, Paragraph Use, Early Morning Salsa and the Word of the Day

I have Election Fever. I am 19, making this my first federal election as an eligible voter. I have previously voted in the St. Albert Protestant School Board Trustee Bi-Election. Right now, most of what I think about involves the election (and I work in a factory. I've got a lot of time for thinking). For a long time, I was undedcided about who to vote for. Clearly it would be a cold day in Hell before anyone in this household voted for the conservatives, but there are still three other choices in this riding.
(This is a new paragraph, for those of you who are rediculously unaware of your surroundings) If I want to be strategic about this whole process, I could vote Liberal. If you detected an anti-Moe sentiment in my last post, I apologize. I was merely stating my observations. I really don't have anything against the guy (except "Pour le Parti Libéeral Féedeéral", but that may not be entirely his fault. More on that later).
So anyway, voting "Libéeral" would be purely strategic. Then I got a reality check in the form of using my brain. I believe that sadly, Mr. Williams will win here, so then I'm left with another choice(I know, I know, it's the whole my-vote-won't-count argument. I hate it too, but I'm not using it as an excuse not to vote). Seeing as the Conservatives will take this seat, which party do I really believe in? With the two front-running parties out, I have to look at the Greens and the NDP. There is something off about Jack Layton. Something slimy, maybe. I just don't know if I like him. Stephen thinks he is creepy (on an unrelated note, Stephen has a soccer ball fetish). I do not know much about Jim Harris, seeing as he wasn't invited to the televised debates. I just read about him in the Green Party's flyer. I respect both our local NDP and Green Party candidates. Tuesday night's forum helped me make my choice. My decision is clear. I know which way I am voting on Monday.

The Clarification Part
I would just like to clarify something I wrote in my last post. I said that while talking to Conrad Bitangcol of the Green Party about the gay marriage issue, he was looking at the floor on occasion. It was not my intention to make it seem as though he was lying. I do not believe that is the case. I would like to apologize for the confusion it may have caused.

The Excessive Use of the Letter'e' Part
I picked up the brochure for Moe Saeed at the forum on Tuesday. I didn't really look at the back of the brochure until I got home, and Stephen pointed out something on the back. Excessive use of the 'e' in the French translation, making it: For the the Federal Liberal Party Pour le Parti Libéeral Féedeéral. Get somebody who knows French to proof-read your federal brochures. This is a bilingual nation.

The Paragraph Part
I have had a few comments (oral and posted here on my blog) about my last post and paragraph use. No, I am not an idiot. Indentation does not show up on here. So yes, I do know what a paragraph is and how to use them. If you look, you can see them. And have the balls/ovaries to sign your name on your comments when you insult me. Adam did.

The Early Morning Salsa Part
Ah, it was good times. This morning I was supposed to show up for salsa dancing with Marina and J(until I think up a more clever name to call him) at 6:30am. I showed up at 7:15, close enough. I got up about an hour and a half later than I had intended. My father was kind enough to drive me. I'm very talented at getting out of bed and shutting off my alarm without actually waking up. We used salsa dancing videos downloaded from Kazaa. I mourn the death of Kazaa on our other computer. It has gone to hell, and I'm under strict rules not to download it on this computer (the computer that works). Tear. Salsa dancing in the early am, 5 days a week. Now that I have 2 weeks off from my job at the doctor's office where I had to leave the house at 7:00 am, I will be getting up for a whole lot of salsa. BAD...be there or be square.

The Word of the Day Part
The Word of the Day is Meninges.

3 days left...3 days left...3 days left

Someday is NOW. This Post Brought to you by PAEJW

PAEJW = People Against the Ethical Treatment of John Williams. I am, of course, talking about John Williams the MP seeking re-election and not John Williams, the guy who wrote the theme for Jurassic Park. I think that guy's name is John Williams.
Getting back to how much of a dink John Williams the MP is, though. So my dad and I went to the forum last night. Present were Conrad Bitangcol of the Green Party, Moe Saeed of the Liberal Party, Mike Melymick of the New Democrats and John Williams (you'll have to find his website by yourself, because I don't care to know it, although I'm sure it's something like www.conservative.ca. Go check out his large, ugly signs he has out). The whole forum was quite entertaining, with plenty of clapping anf booing. People here are into their politics. Mr. Williams discussed his party's plans to reprioritize and cut taxes and magically come up with even more money for social programs! Hey, if I had known that money grew on trees, I wouldn't be working my ass off. Newcomer Conrad may have been a bit nervous up there talking, but he displayed himself in such a mature manner, he seemed to be the nicest candidate. It's clear that the Green Party is about taxing companies that pollute and spend money on things that are good for you (and the environment). They want to get programs out there to educate the population on leading a healthier lifestyle, which would, as they claim, put less of a strain on the healthcare system in the long run. Wishful thinking, but a nice idea, nonetheless. Bitangcol made one of the best comments of the night (Moe Saeed made another, but I'll get to that later), when saying that people would ask The Green Party whether they were left wing or right wing. "You need both wings to fly," he stated. Cheers ensued. Congratulations on your upcoming wedding, Conrad. Mike Melymick, the NDP candidate, was the most passionate of them all. In his closing statement, Mike shouted that Canada will never be Americanized as he pulled out the Canadian flag (Moe Saeed commented that when he saw the red of the flag, he thought that he was in a bull fight, whatever that means). The NDP stand for, among other things: affordable public post-secondary education, pension protection and abolish the unelected senate. Moe Saeed was not a crowd pleaser. By the end of the night, the cheers for the Liberals were reduced to polite claps. Moe did make one funny comment though, saying that the Conservatives insulting the Liberals was like "manure saying they didn't like a pig because it smells."
As the gay marriage issue did not come up at all in the forum, I dragged my father around to ask each candidate about their party's position on it. Moe Saeed vanished immediately following the forum, but I spoke to the other three candidates. I waited first to see John Williams, but after he ignored me for several minutes to talk to middle aged people who got in line after me (he did this because he is a dink), I wandered off to talk to Mike Melymick who passionately told me that the NDP was in favour of gay marriage, and that the party would call it 'marriage'. I then talked to Conrad Bitangcol, who made direct eye contact with me during part of the conversation (he looked at the floor for the rest) who told me that the Green Party was also in favour of gay marriage. I then went to talk to John Williams, who is a very close talker. He shook my hand enthusiastically and said that he was glad to see young people there. I then asked him my question, and things got a little bit less friendly. He said that there could be civic unions between homosexuals but that in every other culture throughout history marriage "is between a man and a woman". My mild-mannered father did not approve of the history defence, and he and John Williams engaged in a small discussion. It mainly involved my father pointing out that homosexuality may not be an issue in other cultures and it may not have been an issue in history and John Willaims saying "History isn't wrong" over and over and various different ways. I then thanked him with gritted teeth (to prevent myself from spitting in his face) for answering my question. My dad and I were walking away, and I heard John Williams ridiculing us with his silly little friends (in dink-like arrogance). Making fun of constituents is a sure fire way to get votes, not that he needs to worry. Dominic and Sierra's mom did a very nice job of singing our national anthem.
I'd like to clarify one more thing. To all of you who are under the impression that the Green Party is the same as the Marijuana Party, you are incorrect, and I'm sick of hearing it. Don't let this new piece of information stop you from your original plans to vote Green. Unless your severe lack of brain cells prevents you from walking erect.

June Birthdays

June 1st - Mark, 25
June 6th - Rosis, 19
June 20th - Dominic, 21
June 25th - Grandma S.,86

Happy Birthday to all of you! If I have forgoteen anybody that I know (or if I don't know you and you leave me an amusing comment), please let me know and I will include your birthday (if you were born in June) in an upcoming post.

Promise That Forever We will Never Get Better at Growing up and Learning to Lie

Ok, so this heading (damn, I almost said 'header'..oops, too much time at the factory..) doesn't have anything to with this post, but I will always have a spot in my heart for bands (Eve 6) wno name their group after characters from The X-Files (the character: Eve 6).
Today, I played basketball out by SAM school. It was a good, hot experience. Molly, Tito, BAD and I played a good few games before Tito and BAD had to go to work. Molly told the shift co. yesterday that she was busy (going on a pub crawl), and he let her take the day off. They play favourites.
I went for coffee with Sierra and Dominic on Thursday before my weekly bingo with Molly, and it was a good time. Dom told a series of offensive jokes about babies and small children. Good times. J-Roc, I'm still waiting to hear news on whether or not Big Sexy will be making the trip to Camrose for Stage 13.

APOLOGIES
I'd like to make two apologies for things from my last post. First off all, I'd like to apologize to everyone for the phrase "I'm am a Smith..." Clearly it makes no sense at all, and I should have either omitted the apostrophe and the 'm', or taken out the 'am' all together. This mistake burns a hole in my soul, and I will be more careful in the future.
Secondly, I would like to apologize to BAD for accusing him of never visiting my blog. I have learned now that just because people don't post comments, it doesn't mean that they don't hit here on occasion. And they don't appreciate being called Ratboy, either (although it was something I called him to his face at work, and I wouldn't repeat it when he asked what I had said).

Have a nice day.

Dancing to the Max: My Feet Attacked my Pride and my Ass Attacked ...uh, That's Another Story

Greetings. So I went dancing yesterday. I discovered that BAD and I have a lot of work to do if we're going to get this salsa thing. As he said, "We can only get better." I'm am a Smith, and in this family, up isn't always the way we go.
Getting to my comments now. Yes it is satisfying that Carrie calls her amn BIG and I call my boyfriend BAD. Although I'm not sure if those are his initials. I guess I wouldn't be the one to know. Stephen: You may not be amused by the whole initial thing the way I am, but I'm not amused by having a lack of writing utensils in the house because SOMEBODY chews them all up (Somebody and Stephen both start with the same letter...you'll only get it if you watched the Mole).
Molly and I went to play "Bingo" tonight. We are at an equal skill level. The boys won't know what hit them.
Message for BAD: I called you Ratboy today, for no reason, but seeing as you never check my blog anymore, you'll never know. Good luck with that
Alright, farewell. And I'm locking up my writing utensils before they meet their ultimate demise.

Let Me Dip a Chip in that Fried Salsa Dancing

It's been awhile. The days since I last wrote in my blog have been both belligerent and numerous (how's the family, Mordo?). I have to get up in five and a half hours. I'm an idiot.
On Friday, BAD and I went to New City to see WNH, but BAD didn't have photo ID (he just got his licence renewed...where the fuck is a peice of paper going to get you? Not into a bar, that's for sure), so we wandered around downtown a little bit and then we headed back into St. A.
Saturday, I worked at the good old factory (by good, I mean suicide inducing), then I went to Nikki's (ah making up names for people I know is getting damn confusing) because Marina (creative, eh?) came back from Québec that day. It was good fun, met some new people. My admiration will never go away for those people who can juggle. And now I'm going salsa dancing on Wednesday.
Sunday, I worked once again at the factory, this time my regular 3-11 shift. I have developed mighty bruises on my arms.
Today (Monday), I worked at my other job (a doctor's office, of sorts, where I lack formal training for my position, but what can you do?). After work, I watched the leadership debate on the French channel. Pretty damn exciting, let me tell you. It's funny because Stephen Harper was uncomfortable, and it made me happy. I'm still undecided..do I vote Green or NDP? Decisions, decisions. June 28 is election day. Mark it on your calendars, kids. Represent, represent CUBA...uh, I mean people ages 18-25. I leave you with one thought for Molly :I see you baby, shaking that ass...shaking that ass.....

Don't You Know We'll Never Fucking Quit

Sorry about the length of the last post. I was damn mad. Oh well, I don't have to deal with LUC until Wednesday. Speaking of Wednesday, guess who is playing at New City of Friday! The Wednesday Night Heroes!!! What a good band.

Today's Post Brought to You by the Word 'Tentacle'

It was on hell of a weekend. On Saturday, Dom and I had our Krispy Kremergency after his brass quintet (yes, the Horn Stars is a good name) played at an old folks' home. Allow me to explain the Krispy Kremergency. Dom and I drove to Calgary on Saturday morning for the sole purpose of going to Krispy Kreme, the American (good enough reason to stay faithful to Tim Horton's) doughnut chain. We stayed in Calgary for about 45 minutes (long enough to experience the deliciousness of KK doughnuts, and to get lost in the boonies of Calgary...damn you, internet map site), then we returned to St. Albert. Later that night, it was Marissa's 19th birthday at Cum Jungle (I refuse to call it by its proper name, as the name I choose to call it is much more appropriate). I went to Dominic's house to get ready with Dom's sister, Sierra and her friend, Ryan. The bar was alright, but the three of us were tired, and Ryan ahd to work at 9 the next morning, so we decided to take off. Instead of going home, we decided to go to The Roost on the fly. It was a good time. We danced with a drag queen and did the whole homo-hetero LOVE SUB thing. You may read about my Sunday a little further down.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank the creators of the Gorilla and Exploding Banana Q Basic game from 1991. So, from the bottom of our (At least the hearts of Stephen and I, if no one else's) hearts, thank you.
Today is Sunday. I went to work to the factory today (I have another job, but maybe I will talk about that later) at three o'clock. It was a nice, pleasant walk to work. I was in fairly high spirits, considering I was going to sign the next eight hours of my life away. So I walked up into the lunchroom where everyone goes at the beginning of shift. There were about fifteen of us in there, including Large, Un-named Coworker (LUC). This coworker happens to out rank me. Anyway, there was some confusion last week about a basketball game. In the end, it didn't go very well, and it was kind of a thrown together mess. LUC wanted to come out and play, but because it was such a rush job (it was raining, and Tito and BAD were somewhat unsure of how much they really wanted to play basketball in the rain and Jared slept through it altogether), we didn't end up calling him (also, I had lost his number from the night before when Tito, BAD, Jared and I ran into him at Crown & Tower). Well, fast forward to a week later, and LUC bitches me out in front of all the other coworkers for not calling him, as it was, of course, entirely my fault that he wasn't called. So now I'm somewhat pissed off at this behaviour. Message to those who are considering yelling at your coworker in front of other coworkers about a none work related situation, please rethink this. It shows lack of class and respect.
I did have a comment from my last post, wondering why I refer to my boyfriend as BAD. While I cannot divulge this information, as it would ruin my whole name thing, I will leave you with a very subtle hint:It's always funny when people's initials spell words. Good night everyone.

Post Number Two: Love it, Hate it, Eat it. Thank You.

Okay, first off (well, second off, actually. Deal with it.), I'd like to introduce myself. For those of you who are too lazy to read my profile (it's nothing special, trust me), here I am. I am nineteen years old. I live in my parents' basement(only because that is where my room is located). I live with one brother, "Stephen" (more on the quotation marks later) and I have another brother, "Mark". My cat's name is Chloe and she is mentally handicapped. And she is fat. Why the quotations, you ask...or don't ask, but I'm going to tell you anyway. I have decided to refer to everyone by false names that I have made up specifically for this blog, or by their nicknames if they already have one. I will refer to political figures by their real names, as well as celebrities, unless I have a close, personal, intimate contact with thim (if I were to, for example, fuck George Stroumboulopoulos silly...I mean "John". Sorry BAD, I'm only kidding, honey. Nice ass, by the way).My mother is Mom and my father is Dad. You will also hear a lot about my boyfriend, BAD, and my friends, obviously. Dominic, I'm excited to go to Calgary tomorrow, for our Krispy Kremergency, and Bowling for Columbine is such a good movie. Molly, you know that people are worse at "bingo" when they are drunk. You know where it's at. We've seen it. Okay, gotta go to bed now. Catch you kids later.

Welcome!

Welcome to my blog. I'm tired. I will write more tomorrow.