It’s been an intresting week. Frought with teenage drama and genuine highschool expiriences. Lets try to do this chronologically.

Last friday I learned to not piss of my good friends. Actually I learned this the following thursday, friday till then was just the lesson. I still don’t really know what to think of this, but I’m glad I didn’t lose him. I need to start being more aware of what I’m doing to people.

Halloween was an intresting night for me, and by that I mean it was rather dull. The school day was intresting, what with people in costumes and such. (A very cute Haruhi even.) I went home and carved an absolutly darling pumpkin. Which was knocked over by 3 boys. It was an accident and I should have put the pumpkin on the wall better, but still!

Friday night, here comes my highschool expirence. A party, about +20 and we acquired alcohol. Now this is what we can officially call my first expirience with beer, and I’m thinking it went pretty well. It was a fun party, very relaxed, very chill. We played some Halo, and some Guitar Hero 3. Lots of cuddling happening, what with drunk teenagers, of course. A boy had his hand on my boob and I don’t care. (Unless he brings it up monday. Then I’ll care.) I totally lost steam to write about this party, but I do remember paying for half the beer. My friends have totally robbed me of money.

More drama with my friend. I think she reads this so I won’t go into it. For fear of death! And stuff. (Keep the iPod)

Mhmm. One day I’ll blog about real things. ._.

Edit: I am fucking fancy.

So “people” tell me to cherish my youth, it’s been a staple of many children’s show. (Like the main guy/girl suddenly ages and becomes all worried, then turns back into a teenager and is all thankful.) (I just want a few years, pls.) But what exactly am I cherishing here? Did anybody really like high school? And I mean, did anybody with half a brain like high school? Because high school hasn’t been enjoyable, it’s a building full of teenagers, each a bundle of nerves and hormones. With teachers who judge you for years, while you race against peers. So I watched a lot of TV as a kid, all these American after school specials. In my head I saw my future, and it involved buying a car at 16, going through high school which was really cool, then going away from home to live in a dorm and go to college. I don’t know when but this facade slowly revealed itself, in that no car (well that’s just silly), high school wasn’t filled with awesome, and college dorms? Those cost money, so does college. Parents have money right? That’s what TV taught me. My parents don’t. Oops, TV lied.

Okay so maybe I have to cherish this carelessness, the couple times me and my friends get together and just do whatever we want, and it doesn’t really matter and it’s awesome. But, shouldn’t things “matter”?

I feel like this is a “grass is greener” rant, and that I should get over it. But, I don’t think I’d mind if you just let me off the roller coaster, I want on to the next ride. Maybe something with teacups? Spin spin spin

I’m not going to miss this, this angst. This late night, feel like crap for no good reason, angst. It’s what made this post! Last night punching phone buttons making a good 118 words (600 characters.) before falling asleep. (Next time I’m finding a pen.) I won’t miss my friends feeling like crap, I won’t miss people looking down at me, (Both literally and figuratively.)

Can we just skip to graduation? I need to catch up.

P.S. November is emo, dammit! It’s because it’s cold and there isn’t any snow. When it snows some, people cheer up a bit.

P.P.S. Angsting at night always feel silly, since you wake up and feel better. But, this blog needs a good dosage every once in a while.

Dear Girls,

You’re pretty. And if you’re not pretty, you’re probably smart, or have something interesting about you. It’s not the point; the point is that boys want you. Most of you will figure this out eventually. You’ll figure it out and you’ll use what we will call “girl powers”, they are the power for a girl to make mush of a boy. Some of you are great wielders of this girl power. Some of you are downright teases. The fact is, you use these girl powers on a boy, perhaps you don’t really like him, and you just want to be his friend. This boy will be confused, and he’ll begin to like you. He’ll be nice to you and caring and perhaps he’ll listen to you whine or spend long hours instant messaging you. One day the boy will get his courage up and tell you that he likes you! Be proud of this boy that’s a big step for him. Now you don’t like this boy, of course not, you just like hugging him and talking to him. Okay, so you tell him that. But remember, you can’t go back on your word now. You can’t keep consulting that little voice in the back of the head. You can’t give him hope if that’s never going to turn into something. You can’t giggle with your friends while he stands beside you hoping. You just can’t.

Basically, girls you are pretty. You can’t use that to be jerks. You might not think you’re a jerk, but you are. You might not mean it, but you’re doing it. Notice when you’re doing this! And then resolve to not do it anymore.

Imagine there was a guy who paid a lot of attention to you. You saw him looking at you in class, you started liking him. You finally confessed this crush to him! And he felt nothing for you. No more looks, no more attention. His friends might laugh a bit if they see you next to him, or whatever. Maybe later on the looks come back, he says thing that make you feel really hopeful. You can’t move on because of this hope! You’re stuck with a guy who doesn’t like you. That sounds…Well that sounds horrible, doesn’t it ladies?

I don’t really know how to end this letter ladies, can we stop blowing off guys like this? Can we stop being stupid in class while teachers strive for our attention? Can we stop worrying so much about our legs and our butts and our boobs?

Maybe not stop, but tone it down. It’s shameful. We can’t call boys jerks anymore, I mean take a look in the mirror. Wait, don’t, you’ve been doing that too much lately.

<3 Spoon

P.S. This isn’t even scratching the surface, and you know it.

Yeah, it’s gone. A scary russian hairdresser lady is culprit. Though we should really blame spoon, for describing things horribly. Maybe it will get…better..somehow. I’m not terribly impressed and my last one was much better, but I have to live with it! And will learn to like it! Hopefully. ;___;

It’s not really this short! Though this picture is rather fooling!

Apparently it looks cute pulled back. Or male like. Why can’t all your opinions be the same? Damn you guys!

Serious picture!

More serious picture!

Edit (11/17/o7): And then I drew a comic about it. My oh my.

Let me start off by saying that Stars are possibly in my top 5 bands. (My Last.Fm page can attest.) I wanted to go see them at the end of the summer, at the Virgin Music Festival, but it was a steep price to pay!

Anyway, I found 2 friends to go with. Rather amusing, one had only started listening to Stars a couple weeks back, the other had no clue who they were. So I picked up my guys and took them downtown, we were in luck, a snowstorm had hit the city causing black outs in certain places, but not the theatre! We stood freezing in the line, among the artsy and young adults of downtown. We were handed free rolling papers! That was…interesting.

So doors open and we get our cold asses in, walk through a long hallway past the people getting coat check. (We decided to hold our coats, which was gross and tiring when you’re standing for so long.) The place was really nice, we set ourselves up in front of the middle of the stage, a bit back. Opening band was pretty bad, though the girl in it was quite pretty. By the looks of it, we were all just waiting for them to finish. Did I mention that the audience was mostly girls, and girls with boyfriends? Got a chance to look around at least.

Okay, so they finish, and what happens? Everybody pushes forward of course! Unaware of this phenomenon we got pushed back a bit, but mostly held our spots alright. I mean, hey, it looked as if we were the youngest people there. Fred went to get us drinks, he had a pretty hard time getting back. He noted that the sign at the bar for non-alcoholic drinks was: “Sorry! No beer!” and in small print “Yo seriously! I’m sorry!” So finally, they had taken down all the opening band stuff, and the lights dim. The Beginning After the End started playing, they walked out slowly, in this blue haze. That’s when I realized I had never actually seen a picture of the group. Some pretty cool people it seems.

The show was beautiful. The stage was covered in flowers, which they threw into the crowd. Made it smell so nice, such a nice contrast to the cold outside. The girls in front of me caught some, and the girl to my left caught some too. Later she gave me one, and while holding it and feeling pretty, I realized I wasn’t going to do anything with it at home. So I passed it on to the girl on my right, who was totally dancing by the end of the night. Stars are from Toronto! So they loved us, and we loved them. Their encore was The Night Starts Here, a favorite of mine, it was awesome. Then their encore launched into a couple more songs….So they DO love us!

I don’t much about writing about shows…Because I don’t know much about shows! This is the first band I’ve seen live, and it gave me such a rush. I was dancing, I was singing, it was amazing. I can see them on stage when I listen to them now. I’m craving another show, though maybe I’ll take somebody who will enjoy it this time.

One last thing: The lights! The amazing lights!

Click for pictures, be transported to the magical land of Flickr.

Read the comments for more details~ This entry is very late, show was exactly a week ago.

I kind of wish I had taken a screenshot of the old site, just for archiving purposes. But then again, it wasn’t much!  I decided to start using ComicPress, a webcomic theme for Wordpress. Kind of scary, the change over seems like a giant leap. But after a bit of confusion you start to figure things out. (That is, archiving your pages, naming files, fixing blog/comic archives, etc.)  In the end it works much better than the old theme if I want to post comics or drawings. And it’s still a neat system for my blog down below.

Followed all the instructions for an inital setup and eventually I want to customize it even more. (While the default colors are nice…) The header font was blah, so I made a nice one up in Flash. And one for my blag. They’re kind of cool, right?
It is a large step for me, there’s more care for this type of setup. I bet the archive looks funny now since Bra Man and Panty Girl were drawn weeks apart. Though I guess this means I’ll have to start drawing more comics to fill the archive up. The cool part is you can use the category system to seperate different comics. Right now I have “Bra Man and Panty Girl” and  “Life of Spoon.” (Which I might rename, hmm…)

But ComicPress is fun! And if I browse the forums they have set up, even more flexible than I thought.  This is a new age for spoonifur!

So it’s almost been a month since I updated. (I sense many posts starting with these lines in the future.) So that means either I’ve been really busy having super fun time that I haven’t written anything, or that nothing of interest has happened at all. Or somewhere in between, so what has happened in the last month?

Well, Christmas happened! It was an enjoyable time for the friends and family, and winter break was the best thing ever. 2 weeks off from school is awesome. All wrapped up by a stay-at-home new years. Talked to some people online, played video games in my office, ate some cookies. Not exactly my posted doodle, but one day! Which brings me to my next point, I have also purchased an XBOX 360. Along with it Assassins Creed, and Dead Rising. (Which I currently swapped for Bioshock, and it’s awesome.) It’s a pretty cool system, and as a friend in science pointed out, “ever since I got my XBOX, I haven’t been depressed anymore!” Though, he is a boy, and does not have feelings to begin with. </angry female> Moving on…

In the past month I’ve done almost no work, no art, no nothing! I have a serious case of LAZY. Argh. This will not be useful, as next week is exam week! I have an english, photography, and math exam. Some serious studying must be done for that last one. I hereby challenge myself to fix the lazy…Eventually…

Maybe updating my cute little blag will help more. Quick! Inspire me to draw moar comics! I want a meaty archive by the end of this year! Spoon out, goodnight folks.

Last night, I said “bye” to the IRC channel that housed me for a year and a half now. I don’t know how many are aware at this point that I’m not coming back. It’s not that I don’t love you guys, quite the contrary; rather I’m scared how attached I’ve become. There’s probably not much you know about my real life, channel dwellers. The fact is I’m not really social, at all. I’m shy, self conscious, basically a regular teenager. A channel full of people of the same nature that are willing to put up with me means a lot. I could show off my doodles, and be praised. (Because you think I’m cute? Not all of them were good.) I could pop in, whine, and talk about my day and hear others do the same. Or I could sit back and watch the adults discuss something, eventually turning into an argument. Occasionally we would even discuss Megatokyo! Our deeply internet driven lives un-covered. It scares me how far gone I am. I’m more social with a bunch of usernames than real people. High school is tough, but I’m not even trying. Thinking back now, I probably know more about the relationships in your lives than most of my friends at this point. Which is horrible, I’m treating real friends as I should you internet people, a non-caring attitude. I cared about your drama, your angst, and your good times too. But I haven’t taken the time for real friends here. In fact, this revelation is much too late to get back with the people who matter, I’m holding on to the people who will still have me.

To tell the truth, a part of me does miss you, the other hates you and is glad you’re gone. You’re bad for me, and I’m cutting you off. Spoon is gone, #mt-talk.

The Toronto Transit Commission has done nothing to me personally, but their stupid decisions weigh down on me daily. Introducing, the brand new Toronto Hybrid-electric public bus. When I first saw it I thought it was quite stunning. And it is! The old buses needed some cleaning, and needed some redesigning. Of course there are many versions floating around of the new and old buses. (Some weird half-breeds, which are actually my favourite, but that is a different story.)

Already this “rant” is sounding too nice. Let me get real here, I hate these buses. If you look at my helpful diagram, you can see that those are stairs in the back of the bus. There are odly placed seats on these stairs. These seats have NO leg room. Especially the second last row. They must have used the smallest people in all of Toronto to build these. Do you know who takes the bus? Students. We take it a lot. We all have backpacks. Big, stupid, homework filled backpacks. So you sit on the bus with your bag, right? Do you put it on your lap, squishing yourself because of these stupid seats? Or maybe just sit with it on, that will work…No, no it won’t. Your knees will be pushed into hard molded plastic, or if you’re lucky the metal air conditioning vent. So the only way to sit properly is to lounge sideways, it’s very comfortable.

Until the ever lovely TTC promises you more buses! More drivers! More routes! And then they steal your bus. They stole my bus. It’s not a very long route to my house, we have 2 buses that come every 15 minutes. Sitting 15 minutes in the freezing cold bus depot can be annoying, but since it comes so often, you are guaranteed a double seat to lounge on. When they steal one of your buses, you have to wait half an hour in the cold, have your knees squished into the molded plastic, while the creepiest guy on the entire bus decides to sit beside you. All while the bus driver yells “MOVE BACK!”

Dear Bus Driver,

Standing on steps while a bus moves is very dangerous. There is a time and place for crowd surfing. A bus isn’t it. Though that would be really cool, it will probably never happen, in reality you will have a pile of angry bus riders in the back of your bus.

Suck it,

Bus Rider.

As a closing note, I would like to say something about etiquette.

If there is a huge line of people waiting half an hour for the bus, and you think you can walk to the front of the line as the bus is boarding and walk right on ahead of the rest of us, you are a douchebag.

If the subway is crowded, and you leave your bag on the seat while we stand, you are a douchebag. (Unless you’re that little old lady with a lot of groceries, you’re forgiven and I’m sorry.)

If that little old lady with groceries wants to sit, she gets to sit. It’s the rules, douchebag.

When the train stops, and the doors open, the people on the outside will part, letting the people inside out. If you and your 3 friends barge right in, you’re all douchebags.

So TTC, I hate you. (sometimes) (Especially those new metal benches. Canada is a cold place, metal benches mean a cold ass.)

Yep. That is a Toronto District School Board computer screenshot. It’s strange that this wasn’t brought to my attention earlier, I went onto my site at school to check things out and it was working fine all year. I guess they finally caught up to my antics! Though I’m not suprised, the key words for my site seem to be “Bra Man and Panty Girl” and that’s just a recipe for disaster.
What I am suprised by is how my site became the top spot on a google search, for such an interesting phrase.

The internet really IS for porn!