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Sunday, 05 July 2009

  • The Most SERIOUS Religious Debate Evarrr


         If you're not looking at, thinking about, or talking about a woman's chest on Xanga, you are probably slandering some famous Xangan, calling someone a racist, voting for who's hotter on Mancouch, or debating religion.

         Now, I'm not the most religious being on the face of the planet. I'm the type of person who looks at the similarities in people rather than their differences. It helps me get along in this world, but the other day I heard one of the most humorous religious arguments I have ever encountered.



         There was a group of females sitting around a table outside of Auntie Anne's Pretzels and they were arguing about whether the Bible was real or not. So I just had to tune into this particular conversation, and exactly when my dial hit the right frequency. The girl on the far end of the table, a brunette with too much mascara, said," The Bible isn't real. I mean, come on guys, it's in the fiction section of the book store..."

         I literally loled all over myself right in front of them.

    So from this day forward, let it be known that the book store in the mall is all knowing.

    The end.

Wednesday, 01 July 2009

  • Andrew Davidson - The Gargoyle


    The Gargoyle By Andrew Davidson
    A Book Review

    Utterly breathtaking.



         This is Andrew Davidson's premiere novel that took him seven years to write, because of all the research he had to do for its content. It is rumored that the publisher paid him between $1.5 million and $2 million for this book, which if in fact true would make his book the highest paid for novel in all of Canada.

    But I found out about this novel from a fellow Xangan, on a past artistic entry entitled:
    Gargoyles. Not Demons.



    This book is not for the faint of heart, but it is a story of redemption that fits into so many genres. It is a story of love, of adventure, and of realistic horror that any of us could possibly someday face. Could you imagine waking up from a car accident and not be allowed a mirror so you don't have to see the monster you've become?

    Plot (no spoilers):
         The story begins with the main character suffering in a car accident where he is severely burned and sent to a burn ward to recover. Before this accident, he was a porn star, and his life revolved around drugs, alcohol, women, and hatred. It is only after his accident that he sees the beauty in things and the love in people. While he is in the burn ward, he meets Marianne Engel. She is a woman with a mental disorder who is convinced that she has been alive for several hundred years, that the narrator is her love from a past life, and that she has several hearts within her body which she must release with each gargoyle she creates. Marianne tells the main character these incredible stories and when he prepares to leave his burn ward, he goes to live with her. But with his addiction for morphine and Marianne's insane habits, what will her love render in the end?

Thursday, 25 June 2009

  • Not another post about Michael Jackson, I swear.

         I was first planning on blogging today about how Nestle chocolate bars have really been ticking me off lately, but when I went to the farm and was rummaging through the local newspaper, I saw something interesting.



         An old friend of mine cut off all of his hair recently since he is joining the army. I remember almost two years ago now, we were sitting around together and we made a bet about who would have the longest hair by 2010. It appears I'm going to win this bet, but now, I'm not sure if I want to.

         I have a few friends in the Navy. One of them being female and she had always had her hair cut pretty short, so when she joined the Navy, they really just gave her a trim. Females in the Navy have their hair just an inch or two below their ears. But she told me the story of a girl who joined that had a mohawk, and they G.I. Janed her.

    What's the shortest you've ever had your hair?

         When I three years old, my Grandma cut my hair extremely short, almost bald, and it wouldn't grow back. But when it finally started, it began growing right up the middle. So that's how my hair was for almost two or three years. When I was voted for Homecoming in my Kindergarden class, I walked out on the stage with another little boy named Michael is a red dress and brunette mohawk. Talk about cool.

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