Dale- "Did you feel that bump i drove over"
Wanda- "yeah that was you crossing the line"
Dale- "is that what that dot in the rearview is"

So if you survived boxing day (the epitmomy of materialistic capitalism) then you probably have notice ow fucking cold it has been. I guess this is what they meant by winter. Is it just me or have the winters of late been tamer then when we were children. Did we not used to get a couple of feet of snow at least every year or did it just seem like more because i was shorter.

I finished halo 2 and the ending is shit.

So as you may have guessed it is christmas.

I spent christmas morning alone. I didn't go home because I am working on christmas. I volunteerd to work this day. I did it as a simple revolution against christmas--a sort of self test to see how much this over consumerized day really is to me.

Truth is it never really was that special sure I like seeing my family and friends when they come home and i also like the seasonal food that is abundant at christmas.

I just don't enjoy christmas for christmas.

When I was little my parents and us kids agreed to open all our presents on christmas eve. We technically said it would be to keep christmas about christ but four kids whinning. Since I no longer believe in the christian religion christmas has become a hindrance.

The Romans would systematically propogate traditions of other religions to make the transition to christianity easier. Christmas is no exception many of the traditions we take part in nowadays, like the tree for instance i may be completely wrong here but i believe it had something to do with a pagan solstice celebration.

An argument that arises quite oftne is that christmas is good because it is a time when people make a conscious effort to be nicer to each other and let go of differences in order that everyone can enjoy the holidays. My answer to this is simply the fact that all this takes a conscious effort sickens me.

More quotes:

Brenda (my mom)- "what have I done to make my children so strange"

Lorne- "Curling is like drinking urine, except there is no drinking"

a doctor on the subject of stds- "it doesn't matter if you have been going out a year you can't trust anyone. always wear a condomn"

a different doctor on the subject of stds- "You shouldn't have to worry about HIV if you havent been having sex with people from east vancouver"

Still a different doctor on the subject of stds- "Have you been running with prostitutes? No well then you won't have aids."

these are the people i am supposed to trust with my well being jesus i might as well ask my priest about anal sex

on of the saddest things a person has to go through is the realization that a friend will not be happy around you because their lies are unaccepted.

I am not depressed just indifferent. I have never really been a fan of christmas nor do I overly hate it. (I do not get my rocks off by hating something just becuase everyone else loves it.) To me it is just another holiday.

The reason why i do not shit my pants for this day is that i am no-longer an un-willing christian and i am not a material person.

Don't get me wrong i still love getting shit and all the chocolate makes my belly growl it is just i find the extremes that are taken by some to be a tad rediculous.

So I am in mother fucking vancouver and it is fun. I like how my last three vacations have been in this town. Becuase derek lives her and his shoulders are hairy, which, contraty to popular belief is fucking hot.

I am trying to decide if i should move here in a couple of months or if is hould just take off and go around the world to a place where people aren't white and don't speak english. Like brazil or turks and caicos but that might be me being overly romantic. I figure i want to live in a situation like in that movie the beach with Leo. But i would like a computer and no sharks and less bitchy ness from the people around me so i guess the situation would be completely different.

I just want to live on the beach in a bamboo hut that has the internet and a really good soundsystem is that too much to ask for. The perfect blend of nature and technology it would be like paradise.

nearly a week has gone by since graduation and i am neither rich nor famous. How fucking long do i have to wait.

It is december 11, I am doing alright things seem to be pointed in the right direction. Well except for the fact that my two favorite pairs of paints just entirely crapped out.

On one pair the did that thing where it is the last step before a real whole where it has threads that cross it but they just cover the hole. It used to happen to the knees of all my pants but now it seemsthe crotch is the first thing that wears out. Does this mean that i am a pervert or does it simply mean that I am a grown up.

The other pair my pants with "john" written on the ass, which by the way means absolutely nothing beside the fact that it was a sturdy patch, has a broken fly. The funny thing is that it is most likely that an entire day went by before i realized my plight. My under wear shown off for the entire world to see.

Well you cheese dick eating pig fuckers i am better than all of you because i finally mother fucking done school.

just kidding i love all of you.

but i am still better then you.

merry birth of fictional god everyone.

Some good quotes

Neal - "if you don't have anything nice to say... then you are surrounde by assholes"

James - "what are you going to do with your Degree after you graduate"
Dale - "Go hit my dad in the face with it"

Neal - "she told me I needed to be surrounded by white light and that I had a dark cloud around me and that it seemed sometimes i was posessed by a dark demon.
The only thing that got me was that it took her so long to notice"

Dale - "Hey Wanda jesus called and said that he loves you, but if you don't stop being a gigantic slut and give atms at filthy orgies then you can't go to heaven."
Wanda - "I am a gigantic slut who gives atms at filthy orgies what do i need heaven for?"

Dale - "The upside of diarrhea is that it cuts your pooping time in half and effiecency is always wanted"

Dale - "Usually i masterbate so much that my palms pretty much smell like come all the time"

the setting: Movie mart. Late evening a light snow is visible in front of the streetlamps. Dale is working till and a large man enters with a hand full of movies.

Man: I am going to have a shut in.
Dale: Oh yeah that is good.
(adds up total)
Dale: that will be $27:32 please
Man: Holy fuck you guys are expensive
(pause)
Man: I could get a hooker for that
Dale: Yeah but not a good one
Man: Hey a blow job 's a blow job

Matt I just found out about your tremendous loss and I am very sorry. If their is anything I can do to help just contact me. We will all miss him

Thank you Case De Ruiter. As many of you know Case De Ruiter is my father as few of you know he is a work aholic and would critize my lack of work ethic. "You need to get a job and start saving money." This was a constant spur that my haunches would recieve from him.
The ironic thing is that I now too am a work aholic. I feel like shit unless i am being productive and i got this way from going to University--you know the place i went to so i wouldn't have to work! The difference is insterd of lifting heavy shit, like my dad, i am a workaholic in a quasi artistic sense.
I swear to god this in't me just being romantic but if i don't create something every now and then i feel like shit. I have to write something or paint, draw, layout what the fuck ever i just have to make something all the time.
The reason i bring this up is I am now done all my journalism classes and unless i "shit the bed" (as my girlfriend's roomate's friend put it) on two finals that i will be a graduate. Happy as fuck by the way. The only thing is now i won't have the school as an outlet for creativity. There are so many artistic endeavors (albeit they were during class and probably a bad idea) that i undertook that i won't have the chance to anymore.
What am i suppoded to do now buy a $1200 program so i can make fake stories about assasin asian robots that time travel? If so do I put them on my imaginary computer?
Maybe this is just another manifestation of my fear of graduation and actually having to join real society and giving up my oh so precious spot as a non-contributing part of society.