No way, I so didn't cry.

Irony is my fucking worst enemy. Have you ever gotten your ass kicked by Irony? It's like being beaten by a tiny stick. It's not funny at all.

As a short warning note. Now is not a good time to be an Eastern Conference enemy of the Habs. Chances are that if I meet you in a dark alley - I'll probably beat you up, steal your clothes but leave your wallet behind.

I got sucker punched by Irony when Laraque joined shithole central. Irony then kneed me (not as painful as I thought) when the Habs started sucking.

And Irony dealt me a hard and possibly career ending blow when I was proud enough to post about my weird Oilers shirt wearing fetish on the HLOG. My aunt had decided that she needed to wash everything she saw and my shirt was part of the pile. No sweat, as long as I get to sleep in it that night. However it never got to dry because of rain and our dryer is a pile of steaming shit so I was stuck with nothing. My choices were to sleep naked or attempt to do plan B. I ended up that night with my Habs shirt.

The shirt is fucking cursed. There's some dead ghost of a voodoo Habs bastard in my shirt.

My head. Gun. Pop myself. Do it.

And I'm really really moody. I actually don't feel like talking to anyone just because of this fucking loss. And you really should head over to the other better writeups of the game. Where the valiant Senators helped save the NHL from playoff spot grubbing illegal Mexican Habs attempting to steal it from other hard working NHL teams (Like the Leafs). (Yeah Sherry you better be careful sometimes, I might you know go West Side Story on your ass)

It's that time of the month.

Now for something completely different!

I've somewhat been terrible at posting recently. I can't talk about hockey because as soon as I start I can only talk about the Habs. So what do you do when you can't stop thinking of your Habs?

Why you paint your nails the Bleu Banc et Rouge!

And making a special guest star appearance: the other nails decked out in the glorious copper and blue!

When the playoffs start, my Oilers nails will be washed off and there will be a replacement of Sharks colours - I think. Feel free to help me change my mind.

Now tell me, which one is more like the Sharks' teal? "Can't You Sea" or "Teal the Cows Come Home"?

Essay Watch! Weeknights at 9pm!

Woke at 8am to attempt to provide ample time to research, plan and write an essay on "WHAT IS MEDIA STUDIES LOL" in 1500 succinct words.

Time wasted: Approx 14 hours on going out, eating, watching TV and the ever popular chatting or katting as I think it's pronounced.

By 5pm I had managed to write the first sentence.

By 6pm I wrote the second one.

Time is 9:46PM. I am wasting time by looking at Curt Schilling's blog (don't ask why or how.)

Updates to Follow.

Current Progress: 360/1500 words - 24%

Update #1: 378/1500 words - 25.2%

Q-Who are you excited to be reunited with in Heaven?

A-Easy one there, my Dad.

Just thought the way the answer was delivered was fairly interesting. Yes, I still haven't written much on my essay. Just wanted to put this here.

I guess you can't just type 300 words and copy and paste it 4 times to make a complete essay huh?

Update #2 10:27 PM - no change.

Watching Gilbert Arenas beat Stevenson in the shooting match was interesting. What?

Update #3 11:31 PM - 690/1500 46%

FUCK MEDIA STUDIES RIGHT IN THE GODDAMNED EAR. Thank god I'm not continuing this shit because frankly it is full of shit.

Update #4 12:16 AM - 839/1500 56%

It's officially D-day. And Avril Lavigne honey? Bonking a guy in a public toilets is putrid and never cool unless you've both consumed enough alcohol to have unprotected sex with people you just met. That and what everyone doesn't like about you.

Update #5 3AM - 1700/1500 113%

Er.... I went over the 10% leway... BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER! I AM DONE! HUZZAH! BIBLIOGRAPHY AND I HAVEN'T REREAD MY ESSAY BUT I'M SURE IT'S SLAMMIN.

I'd like to thank my mum and my dad for supporting me and to show all those suckas who thought I couldn't do it - I fucking well could!

Time to fall asleep now - though I did have a huge cup of coffee (like huge enough to taste like shit. Instant coffee always does anyway) at around 11PM and I'm still pretty high and awake.

EDIT:
Fuck, the Philly boys got Biron. And remember the Philly dude I was talking a while back? Well here's some fun quotes from him:

dude: thats the main insult for flyers fans... stupid gay city (sic)
dude: just cause i support philadelphia.
dude: doesnt mean i'm into brotherly
dude: love

LALALALA WHAT?

(Snarky Philly fan comment: "You had one as a child didn't you?" Up yours too!)

North America's Dumbest Criminals: Will touch boys for cash to buy gas to run away from the law.

Anyhooooow, I apologise for everything. I don't know what I'm apologising for but I am anyway. Jebus when was the last thing I posted in this?

I have an essay due in two days - and I'm trying to figure out what to do. I want to mostly say that my Habs are winning. And no Habs talk lest I jinx everything.

Yes I am getting paranoid. Fuck you!