New Blog.

For those of you who aren't jerks to me, I have a new blog address where I'll be posting my new shenanigans.

Email me at adam.west.for.mayor@gmail.com if you want the address.

-BenWood

Just in case you haven't heard...

There were a bunch of hurtful, hateful and threatening comments left on my "a few days ago" post. They are things I don't wanna see any more of. I really think that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all.

I'm removing the comment feature, but any positive feedback anyone wants to send me... you have my email address.

Thanks,

-BenWood

The Papal Chase.

Tonight, I went to Bloor Cinema and I saw "The Papal Chase" starring Kenny Hotz. It was an excellent experience. The Basic plot of the movie was like this:

It's a documentary about a bet made between two friends. The bet was that Kenny could meet the Pope within 6 days. If he did so, he'd win $1000. If he didn't, he'd owe $1000. This was filmed during the Pope visit on World Youth Day.

He needed a media pass to get in, and he had missed the deadline so he got a fake media ID. After trying to get a shot from afar, a sniper security guard told him to leave the premises. He didn't resist or anything, but he didn't really leave the premises. A cop security guard asked to see his pass and jotted down the number. After a quick check, they needed to take his picture to put up on the "don't let this guy in" bulletin board.

He returned again the next day, but missed the Pope. Day three he tried to find out where the Pope was staying. He got the address... of the house he stayed in, in 1981. He then found out that he was staying on Strawberry Island. He tried to boat out there, but the coastguard stopped him.

The following day, he went to one of the masses dressed as Satan. He was shunned and asked to remove his costume. Reluctantly, he did.

And on the fifth day, he went to one of the huge masses and started walking towards the stage. Then, our hero fell down a hill and almost broke his arm. He didn't take it as a sign, and he trekked on. Later that day, he was talking to someone about his documentary, and a car ran over his foot. This, he also didn't acknowledge as a sign. He trekked on, but luckily, since he was injured, he got a ride up really close to the Papal Stage. He, again, didn't get to meet the pope.

*Spoiler Warning*

The final day, he couldn't get into the premises, but he got within 20 feet of the Pope in a golf cart. This "meeting of the Pope" was really just Kenny waving at him and yelling "Hi, my name's Kenny!" followed by "it was nice meeting you." Because the Pope acknowledged him and waved back, they counted it as a $500 win.

*End of Spoilers*

See it. See the movie.

Goodnight, Internet

-BenWood.

This French Book

Oh dear god. I've been at it for nearly 2 hours now. Reading it. Now, it's not such a bad book. I'd like it better in English, I'd understand it better. Let me give you an example of my understanding of this novel.

To confuse me from the get-go, they wrote it in first person, so I'm reading their personal thoughts and views all the time. I've just recently finished Chapter 8, and I've started Chapter 9. I'm 60 pages into the book, and I've yet to learn the main character's name. So far I've understood:

The main character is a loner, doesn't have too many friends and he's always plugged into his walkman. He has a three year old brother. His brother's annoying. The main guy looks up to these two kids at his school Chrome and Zone. They are the 'badass' types. This is really just the basics. But I understood that he wanted to impress these cool kids and that he was genuinely lonely and looking for friends.

I thought I had a good grip on this, until I read the last sentence in chapter eight, followed by the beginning of chapter nine. Zone, the male 'cool kid' is walking towards the main guy. The main guy is very excited to finally be alone with Zone. And then got all excited about being hugged by him. THEN he said he felt like the Queen of England. I decided to re-read a few things. As it so happens, this main male character I've been relating my peers (really just one of them) to turns out to have been a girl for the whole first 8 and a half chapters without me being any-the-wiser. That changes a lot of the perspectives on things. I was relating a lot to this guy, and now it turns out it's a girl. How about this, I chose to not read any more french novels after this one.

I've been pumped full of caffeine and I am further doubting my ability to sleep and rest tonight. I need to get some work done for Geo, French and Guitar.

School is bad, but it's better than march break.

Let's hope this is a Good Night, Internet

-BenWood

Gym Class with BenWood.

"Fuck [insert the name of the activity we're doing; running, jogging, sit-ups, basketball etc.]"

This seems to happen every morning. This morning was especially "fucky" and bad because, even though I got new, comfy running shoes and the running was about 5 minutes shorter than usual, I ended up running a little too fast, turning a corner a little too quickly and bashing my head into a side-pole that's on the running track a little too hard. It sucked, and now I have a bump on my forehead.

That was Gym class today. Geography was also rather annoying. Because we're back, there's a new seating arrangement and I'm at the very front of the class. Oh well. I'll pass the class this way.

With a McDonalds right beside my school, I end up eating that geeeearbage quite often. Me and my buddy Sean (Not Listro, this one's Swedish)are going to ease ourselves off that disgusting so-called "food." It goes like this. By the end of April, there won't be any more Micky-Dee's in our systems.

"The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows when
But I'm strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy, he's my brother." we sing.

It's our new anthem. It seems to fit perfectly... "he ain't heavy" tee hee. This McDonalds quittin' should be good, as I never really eat McDonalds without the feeling of "Cardboard, meat, too much salt AND lard-fat are all entering my body and I feel bad about it." I chose to eat McDonalds for this week, and then (hopefully) giving up cold McTurkey.

Otherwise, I'm decent. I've got a long-assed, boring-assed, french-ass book to read and book-report on for Thursday... I'm on page 25 of 138. I plan to not sleep much, so I'm on my 3rd coffee. Last night my sister and I were talking, over after dinner tea, about how animated films seem to have all-star/big comedian casts. We wondered why and my mom, not thinking what she was saying said, "Well, Ben... you're going to have to start coming to adult films with us." We burst out into laughter, but I don't think she realised why for a little while. She just meant "not kids movies" rather than "hardcore porn."

Bless her soul.

GoodNight, Internet.

-BenWood

Emma

Emma's Blog

Go there. It is my friend Emma's blog. Read it, because she's awesome and I'm a fan.

-BenWood

Spam (100)

"I still haven't buckled down to the BEBO man."

I've reached 100 spam e-mails in my gmail account. I sure hate spam, so If you're a spammer, don't send me shit I don't want. Also, refrain from sending me dumb "if you don't send this to 3 and half people, i'll be waiting by your bed tonight with a knife" forwards and those brutal "JOIN ME ON BEBO/Flixter/Myspace/someshittyfreefriendwebsite.com" e-mails.

Thanks for your time, Internet

-BenWood

Some people change, and it isn't always for the better.

"Natalie Geffen, you bitch."

Last night I signed on to MSN messenger and greeted an old family friend/old regulah friend of mine called Natalie with a "Hello Natalie!"

She didn't respond for a while, so I thought maybe she was not at her computer. I'm fine with that. But when the display name and display picture change, I know she's ignoring me and that sucks. I said "Hello?" hoping that she would pick up on the fact that I know she's there.

I waited until I saw "nat<3 is typing a message" at the bottom of my conversaton window. I was hoping for "sorry about that" or something. Instead I got one of those "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU, I HATE YOU... MAYBE I WAS IGNORING YOU ON PURPOSE, EH?" which was rather upsetting. Oh well, I understand that she's a bitch now. I don't want anything to do with her.

>> Note, I'm on MSN right now, and Natalie has signed on. The conversation goes:

nat <3 [ i'd pay a dollar to see that] says:
omg i feel so bad about yesterday
BenWood says:
yeah
BenWood says:
So, what's the deal?
nat <3 [ i'd pay a dollar to see that] says:
i was incredibly drunk :)
BenWood says:
Drinking? that makes you so damn cool. I wish I was mature and cool enough to drink so I could brag about it.
nat <3 [ i'd pay a dollar to see that] says:
yyeah im srry my comp fucked up but i was typing "im so srry i feel like a total bitch"

I don't think I'm a big fan.

I went to the doctor's yesterday. They caught me off guard, as I thought it was just going to be a yearly checkup. Instead, I was greeted with two needles stuck into me. That's upsetting, cause needles spook me.

I have more to write, but I don't care to at the moment.

-BenWood

Ironically, I miss-typed "typo"

Or, "Why I'm Home on a Friday Night..."

It seems I've been meaning to write this up for a while, but I've found myself a new "hero" I guess. His name is Sam. He goes to my school and from time to time, I hang out with him at lunch hour. His goal is to finish 2000 peanut butter sandwiches by the end of his high school career. He's already had [it would be more impressive if I knew the number] something like 76 since the beginning of the school year. The goal is do-able. We started talking about how if he completed it, he'd be a nationwide hero. Then we started joking about how funny it would be if it became a yearly event, like the Terry Fox Run. Everyone, everywhere would eat peanut butter sandwiches. Even those who are allergic, because "Hell, the Terry Fox Run has medics!"

Sam's a good kid.

-Ben

I'm sitting at the computer...

Or, "Why I hate March Break."

This seems to be what I do during breaks from school:

-Stay up really late
-Sleep in really late
-Complain
-Try to contact friends; I almost always fail as they are all out of town.
-And this.

I really don't like it. It sounds like it might be fun, but I'm just wasting my days away. I am not being productive and I feel like geearbage. I want a nap, but sleeping is really just adding to the problem.

I don't like this at all. I want to go back to school. Not for the people, not for the classes, not for the teachers. For the schedule, the reason to wake up. I don't wanna sound all depressy, but I'm not feelin' so hawt lately. There's no structure to my days, and I end up sleeping it away. Normally this would be good, but i'm on a 3-day long stay-home streak. Don't worry, I've left the house, but I haven't really done anything. I hate it. I've had that general "I don't wanna be here" feeling pretty much every day. I've made no progress on that whole "not sleeping much" problem I have.

I'm still waiting on a call from friends. I was supposed to hang out with them today... They haven't called. They aren't picking up when I call. I'm genuinely pissed off. Not so much at them, but just at March Break. I don't really miss school, it's more organisation, schedule, reason for being somewhere/having somewhere to be.

This is balls, and not the good kind. I'm not even sure what I plan to do right now.

Wish me luck!

-BenWood.

I’m Still Having that Fear of Fire Hydrants Bursting, Causing the Nut and Bolt to Pop out, Breaking my Kneecap.

So, I wake up at 12:30-ish, shower and generally wake up. I phone Jared up, and we make arrangements for him to come over. He had a $100 gift card for Futureshop, which is right by my house. He wanted to spend it. He’s recently been into Bad Religion, so he bought 2 of their CDs and one Pink Floyd CD. The latter was “Animals” which is a musical masterpiece. I love that album. In fact, I’mma listen to it right now.

After that, we went to my house, watched Billy Madison and snacked. Jared went home and I had nothing to do for a while.

I got a phone call at around 8:00 from Lily and Maddy saying “We’re coming over! Meet us at the school!” So I got my coat and shoes on and I walked out the door. As I walked, my mind sort of wandered, as did my feet. I thought about all sorts of things that aren’t normal stops on the thinking train. I was sort of day-dreaming, but it wasn’t daytime.

First I was thinking about how damn cold it was. Between every few steps, I said a vulgarity quietly. Then I started saying “god damn is it cold…” which lead to me singing “Zanzabar” by Incredibad. This of course, logically, led me to thinking “woah, that guy over there kinda looks like Tomas Kalnoky (the lead singer/guitarist for Streetlight Manifesto)” Then I thought, damn… I’d meet him, but I have nothing for him to sign. EXCEPT FOR MY 5 DOLLAR BILL! Wonderful, he’d sign my 5 dollar bill. And then I thought, oh damn… it would suck to get robbed with an autographed bill in your pocket.

I might be crazy.

I got to the school and ended up waiting for about 20 minutes on Lily and Maddy. I paced the sidewalk, no sign of them. Just as I was heading back for a long, cold walk home, I see a red-haired lady and a blonde-ish haired lady (both in pajama-pants) running and waving. “Maybe it’s them!” I said to myself and chuckled. I’m a nerd.

We walked around, not much happened. It was chilly so we decided to find somewhere to warm up, and the apartment building lobby sounded good.

Otherwise, not much has happened.

Good Night, Internet

-BenWood

For Fuck’s Sake!

I can’t stand this… my house; every single night… it’s the same routine. My family doesn’t really get along. I don’t know if we ever have. Lately I’ve noticed that we tend to have arguments/fights by laughtrack. My parents leave whatever the hell stupid sitcom they’re watching on in the background while they yell at me for all sorts of bullshit that seems onesided.

For example, this week I’ve tried to make plans with friends (none of these plans, however, have actually come to play) and my mom keeps telling people that I’ll be in places that I won’t be. I had plans to watch a movie with friends at around 3:00 tomorrow, but now I have to go to a taping Air Farce (for those of you who don’t know, it’s Sketchcom for old people...) and I’m not very interested. I just hate the yelling by laughtrack. It’s ruined sitcoms for me.

Nightly, my ass.

So I’ve not updated in about/exactly a week’s time.

I can’t remember where I left off last post, but I can only imagine it was a random entry about “do my homework” this and “I did this with my friends” that.

I’ve taken on a few short films that I’d like to write, shoot and edit by the end of April. If all goes well, I’ll internet post them for those of you that would like it. It’s going to be a lot of work, apparently.

I finished my geography project after a few hours. I hope I’ll get a B, but after seeing the other kid’s effort level on that assignment, I’m not so sure I’ll have such a good mark. Oh well.

I haven’t been feeling so hot lately… for the past week I’ve had that general “I don’t wanna be here” feeling about everywhere I am. It’s not even always a physical place, at times it’s just “arrrgh… gemme out!” I don’t think I’ve been sleeping much. No, I definitely haven’t.

And while we’re on the topic of lack of sleep…Saturday night I crashed at Jared’s house. We stayed up watching movies and some TV on DVD until about 6:00 and then we just sort of… drew on Max while he slept that was just until our sleep-time…7:30. He woke up with a funny moustache, beard and uni-brow. Then there were pamcakes. They were delicious chocolate pamcakes. The only thing odd about that breakfast was that they (Jared’s parents) served runny-yolk eggs with NO TOAST. How am I to eat that? Scoop up the drying yolk with my pointy fork? Hell no. HELLZ NO! I was polite about it and asked if they had any bread. They did, so the eggs turned out to not be so bad.

My dad picked me up from Jared’s only to bring me home for a shower, packing and a trip to Guelph to visit my sister. Normally, I’d be very, very excited but this time, I had about 2 hours of sleep the night before... I was only “very excited.”

I arrived in Guelph, or… I woke up in Guelph. I sat down with my mom and my dad and my sister and we had tea on my sister’s couch. My mom went into Becca’s kitchen to make a phone call and was disturbed and shocked at my sister’s calendar. The calendar featured two girls, looking all slutted up and they each had speech bubbles that mentioned female down-parts. My mom proclaimed “I’m never coming back here!” which was very entertaining. My sister’s kitchen (and whole house) is a fairly funny place. They have a wall in the kitchen for “published print that isn’t supposed to be rude/offensive/sexual but still is anyways.” They have a picture of Ashley Olsen and underneath it says “Ashley Olsen: An older man?” Things like that. I was impressed.

After watching Mission Hill, Clone High and the first half of Mallrats, I called it “guh night” time and went to sleep.

I woke up the next day and went to class with my sister and her housemate Jessica. The class was pretty boring, but I did learn one thing: If I’m ever given the opportunity to read Zofloya, I won’t, because that book seemed rather sucky.

After that, my sister and I went downtown to the Indian/old diner food restaurant. For the appetizer: spicy vegetable pakoras. For the main course: chicken fingers and fries.

I’ll leave you with that.

Good night, Internet!

-BenWood

Much to blog, but no time to blog it.

I really don't have time or energy to post anything extraordinary. Stay tuned... I think later tonight I'll write something decent.


-BenWood