Monday, September 27, 2004

Fuckin Friends d00d!

This is an essay written by my best friend captian saj. He wrote this at 9am this morning on 3 hours of sleep. Even when this fucker is almost asleep the can write something as good as this. This guy is one crazy mother fucker. And i'm proud to know he calls me his friend.

Albert Camus once said “Friendship is a desire to keep abreast with another person. It is to feel the same and see the same, not to be a leader and a lead one.” Many people classify a best, or true friend, as someone they can tell secrets to and show unconventional understanding to. People feel that they will meet their best friend in kindergarten, share secrets with them their entire lives, and remain best friends only on those principles. While this is essentially true, there is more to it. True friendship does not happen overnight; it is a long, and slow process which perfects over time. True friends accept each other’s faults and joys, sorrows and angers, in return for passion and understanding. Ultimately, it is loyalty and trust that constitute a true friendship.
I, alike many individuals, have a best friend. I met said friend in grade four, but never approached him until the sixth grade – for simplicity’s sake, we’ll call him Rob. Rob and I were two very similar people and, without knowing, we became good friends very quickly. We would hang out together, talk on the phone, and do things that every normal pair of friends do. As the years passed by, we grew closer and closer, until one day I received news that my family would be moving away. Naturally, I told Rob as soon as I heard, and he was devastated. Rob and I had grown so close together in those two years, and we were both baffled at how our friendship could possibly work when I would be living across the province. Regardless of our feelings, the move occurred several months later. When we were settled, I phoned Rob, and to our amazement, it was like things were the exact same. It was at this moment that I knew Rob and I were true friends. Even more amazing than this, however, is that four years later, things still feel the same. Rob and I still remain great friends to this day due to the one major principle in our friendship: loyalty. Rob and I have remained loyal to each other for the past six years in our lives, for each and every day. We use the internet to our advantage to communicate with each other, as well as the telephone for long talks that often reach early hours of the morning. Without this loyalty to each other, Rob and I could have easily drifted apart. We each have to make an effort every day, which not only increases our loyalty to each other, but also strengthens our friendship.
While loyalty is a major benefactor in a true friendship, trust is even more important. In the beginning, trust was easy for Rob and I; we lived in the same small community, just a few blocks away. However, after the move, this has become increasingly difficult for us both. When I moved, I met new people, most of whom I would still consider friends to this day. While I love, care for and respect these friends, Rob trusts me enough to know that I will not backstab him one day and suddenly consider someone else my new best friend. I, too, place this same trust in Rob. Living across the province from each other makes it hard for us to know what is going on in each other’s lives all the time. With a strong, positive sense of trust in our friendship, I know that Rob would never backstab me. Trust, however, goes further than knowing that Rob would never backstab me. Rob and I are extremely close. In fact, I probably know more about him than he does, and vice versa. We tell each other intimate and personally secrets and feelings, in return for compassion and understanding. I have told Rob stories, secrets and feelings I have that I would never dare tell anyone else; this is because I trust him more than anyone I know. In return, Rob understand, comforts and reflects on what I say. The trust we have in each other definitely constitutes that of a true friendship. In conclusion, it is clearly loyalty and trust that constitute to a true friendship. Without these two qualities, a true friendship could not exist. In the case of Rob and I, our friendship definitely would no longer exist if not for these two principles. It takes a great deal of effort in order to uphold these qualities to each other, but the reward is more than worth it. Rob and I have been best friends for six years, and I can easily see us being best friends for many more to come.

By: Kevin Saj

BRAVO FUCK!

Sunday, September 26, 2004

How many girls does it take to....

Fuck you all. Shut up, I can fucking hear you all. It's not my fault that the fish don't wanna get caught. So I failed horribly at this years fishing tournament. The first day wasn't fun. The only keeper we caught died on us. We only caught 2 fish all day. Today, was alittle better. Caught 10, 5 were keepers. But still, we didn't get very good in the ranking. I'm not even gonna say what place we came in. FUCK!!!!!!!

On the other side of the world.....

*Four North Korean scientists work around a bomb shaped object. Project code name: Make Nukes To Blow Up USA*

Back in Canada.....

*Kevin sits at home*

Kevin: I wonder what the north koreans are doing right about now? hummmm

Friday, September 24, 2004

Wang? Or No Wang?

I just finished watching the movie "Decoys" Everyone hear of this movie? It came out a few years ago. I admit the plot wasn't that great. A bunch off EXTREAMLY hot chicks run around killing guys with these crazy tentical things that shoot out of their chest (right between a sweet fuckin rack) and they grab the guys arms. The larger, center tentical thing shoots down the guys mouth into the body. The guys end up becoming frozen from the inside out. These chicks are aliens by the way. I would give this a ** of ***** but because this movie was set, made, and shot in canada, with an all canadian cast. Writin by canadians, produced by canadians and produced by candian companys. I give this movie a **** of *****. The reason? Because this is a canadian stab at a crazy ass alien Scifi thriller. Good try, maybe next time. Also, because i'm a sap for crappy, corny, scifi movies. I'm oh so gonna watch this movie again.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Ladies And Wangs

Ladies and gentalmen I fear this is going to be my last post on this blog.


Nah, i'm fucking with yah. But I am wondering how many of you there is out there that accually read my blog. So heres what you gotta do.

1. Under this post there will be something that says "# Comments" Click that.

2. Then you will come to another place were it shows the post and comments. There should be a link that says "Post A Comment" Click that.

3. There you should beable to comment. Says what you like about the site.

I'm just trying to get an idea on how many people accaully read this damned thing. It doesn't matter how low the number is. I just wanna know.

PEACE!

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Just A Normal Day

Once again my say started out around 8:00am. My alarm is set for 7:30. It takes me half an hour to realize what that very faint sound is. That constant sound. Buzz Buzz Buzz. And about another 5 to get will to move my arm and hit the snooze button. I glance up at the green display of my white alarm clock. Shit, 8:05. Normally I leave the house at about 8:10. I will myself to get out of bed. I slowly crawl out like my bed is filled with live granades. I make my way to the bathroom while grabbing the clock off the wall so I can tell what time it is when i'm in the shower so I don't end up late. I walk in my bathroom, set down the clock so it's facing the shower. Then I procede over to the shower. I reach inside and turn the knob until it's about in the right spot. I take of my boxers and jump in. I starting washing myself, occasionally pulling back the curtin to see how much time i have befor I have to dry off. 10 - 15 minutes later i get out, dry myself, go to my room and cloth. I then leave for school and get there at about 8:35. Great, 10 minutes to waste. I take the next 10 minutes to walk around the halls and mingle with students and teachers. The bell rings and i go to my first period class, drama. Which is then fallowed by science, then lunch, then english, and finally gym. Not much really happened. After the final bell rang I went and changed for volleyball practice. Then it all kinda got blurry from there.

Right now i'm crankin Nickelback and talking to some Red Lake Chicks, and as i like to call her, Andy's Sister, Kristen. That's what I did today. Boring eh?

Monday, September 20, 2004

I Post For My Ladies

Well, according to Meagan, I Really Really have to post on my site right now. Now if it were some dude telling me to post right now, I would probably tell them to go eat shit or fuck their mom. What does this mean you ask? Oh I'll tell you what it means. Girls get special treatment from The Wiersema. Yeah. I'm not looking to get some action. I do it because i'm a gentalmen. And i'm a all around good guy. Right meagan? RIGHT? Ha Ha.

Check out this site: http://anderson12.blogspot.com
This is gonna be a killer blog

You know what really pisses me off the most? STUPID FUCKING AMERICANS. You know which ones i'm talking about. The ones that go "Huck Huck, Your from canadia? Do yall have running water up there?"
No, accually we don't, and we live in igloo's to boot. Our TV's are blocks of ice with Christmas lights on the back. Even Right when you cross the border the temprature drops below freezing! And i'm not talking just about the stupid inbred incest redneck fuckers either. We have them up here to. Theres enough of them in stratton. I mean the real stupid ones that live like only 3 hours away from the Canadian border. This summer i seen 3 familys from Minnisoda come over the border wearing parkas. "Weres the snow" they said. People, i kid you not. These americans were completly stupid. And even the stupid ones think there smarter then us! I mean come the fuck on. We're canadian, We're not fucking stupid. Infact we're one of the smartest nations on the face of the planet. The government fucks that up thought. And don't even get me started on the Govenment. Canadian or American. They're both fucked up the ass. Paul Martin, Your A Homo! George Bush, Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of enderberries!

In closing.

FUCK THE LIBERALS!

Sunday, September 19, 2004

Homework Sucks Your Mom

I fucking hate homework. I think everyone does. I have to do these fucking chapter questions about Lord Of The Flies. Then i have to finsh like 7 chapters by tonight. Isn't life great? I only have like 8 questions to go. So i'm on my way. I hate this book. Didn't I say that already? No? Well I Hate This Fucking Book! Anyways so i'm talking to this beautiful girl that goes to my school. She just got hotter because when i meantioned this book she replyed "BURN! BURN THE FUCKING BOOK NOW! BURN IT!!! I HATE THAT BOOK WITH A PASSION!!! *Evil Laugh Of Insanity*" Good idea! Your so sweet. Ha Ha Anyways. Minons, i'm calling ye out. Find this book and destroy ever last copy. We must cleanse the earth of this filth. You must band together under my command and we will live happily!!! WTF Am I Hitler now? Fucking hell.

Destroy the book and I will lead you to victory!

Saturday, September 18, 2004

Fuckin Sand Man

Does anyone in the world hate chain letters? You know the ones that say "If you don't send this to 10 million people in the next 3 seconds your going to die by way of a butterfly." Like fuckin hell people. Don't send that shit. You know it's complete bullshit to begin with. All your doing is helping make a chain of pissed off people. Do you really want to this to be sent to some deranged mass murderer? The kind who finds the people with the 200000 e-mails attached to the letter. Then he goes out an totaly skull fucks you with a meat hook jammed through your wang? Seriously people. It happens, i should know. I ended up killing 14 of those little murderer buggers after i sent one of those chain letters by accident. Knowing the rest of the world. They'll kill you, not the other way around. I'm Kevin Fucking Wiersema. I can kill a mass murderer 27 ways befor his blood hits the ground. I doubt any of you can do the same. So do the world a favor.

STOP SENDING THOSE FUCKING CHAIN LETTERS.

- Kevin

Friday, September 17, 2004

Crazed Cats

Well as some people know. I beleive i'm starting a band with a buddie from my High School. The idea came when i was listening to his Evanescence CD on the way home from T.A. We killed them in 3 sets by the way. Anyways I thought to myself. I know this girl who might be able to sing like Amy Lee. So I told the other guy who was sitting behind me in the bus. His name is Josh by the way. And he thought it was a great idea to see if she could accually sing like Amy Lee. Then i clued him in "Dude, I want you to guitar for me." He quickly answered with a "Fuckin Rights!" We talked it over last night. It seems like we might be going for the gusto and makin this band happen. So if you think you can play bass, guitar, drums or whatever. Gimmie a call. Local people only eh?

Today:
Well today I stayed home because of head problems. No, I didn't go insane you fuckin nitwits. I got a killer head ache which is still annoying as I type this. So yeah. Fuckin head aches.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Why The Change?

Well minons, It's happened. I've decided to go back to my real name again. Kevin. Yes, I know, it's a surprise. I'll still be saying all the crazed shit like always. Only as Kevin, not Rob. So this is my new home. I hope you like it as much as Life Of Rob.