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Today was a lovely half day and I loved every minute of it. I skipped through school and then went to Alysson's house. We watched Faust and a Batman movie... I napped a bit and we went outside and played in the snow. The snow was too powdery to make any snowmen (or their snowwomen...) so I just rolled around in the snow and froze mee wee fingers off.

So here are so pics and video:






Marie is off in the big world and I already miss her dearly... However I thank her for all the nail polish and other stuff.
Namely the soundtrack for the movie Seven and this other mix type cd with Spice Girls and Jewel (so 90's... I know) on it. Annie and I grooved to the Spice Girls... it was odd.

I am dead tired, but happy. Isn't that the best feeling in the world. I could pass out at any moment, but I have a strange and completely out-of-character moment of pure joy. Maybe it's mood enhancing drugs. Like crack. (Btw Al, thanks sista for hookin' me up.)

Today mom watched a documentary on Chippendale dancers. I walked into her room and she was just sitting and watching them with a glazed over, yet perverted look in her eye. She turned to me and said in a very creepy middle-aged woman sort of way: "I went to see the Chippendales once.... They were so lovely... One sat on my lap..." I'm slightly disturbed, but as Annie says, time to repress another memory.

Mum is taking me shopping tomorrow with Alysson. I hope I get to drive. Actually, it's very snowy out there, so perhaps I don't want to. When driving home from town during a blizzard, my pa turns to take the road that sort of cuts through the mountain instead of going around and up. Of course, it's pure ice and we get about half way up the hill before our tires spin and there is just no way we are moving any farther. I thought to myself: My! Who could have predicted this!?
He likes to take that route because it is a kilometre shorter, and it saves on gas. (We were in the tiny rental car, which was partly accountable for our poor luck on the 90 degree slip-and-slide of death.)

*Sigh* Well, I suppose I better hop into bed on account of my early wakeup call tomorrow. Al, I'll call you before we leave mkay? Or do you want me to call you to wake you up an hour or so beforehand? We are going to pick you up at 10am, so we will probably be leaving here around 9:15-9:30.... Allllrighty then.


It angers me that there are cuffs- No shirt, just cuffs.

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Well, my family is once again being thrown into a semi-soap opera kind of arena. My mom keeps losing everyone she loves and it's really hard to sit and watch, not being able to do anything. Especially in the delicate circumstance of this newest crises. It seems that everytime she starts to heal from one blow to the soul, another thing comes along and she starts the struggle for her sanity all over again. All I can do is hug her and wipe her tears and give her advice, and I really haven't experienced enough life to give her proper advice, but I just gotta do what I gotta do I guess. This bit of song kind of explains the conflict she is having right now, but you'll really only understand it if you understand the situation, which I'm not going to post for the world to see.

And so once again
My dear Johnny my dear friend
And so once again you are fightin' us all
And when I ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall
Oh, my friend
How did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum
You say I have turned
Like the enemies you've earned
But I can remember
All the good things you are
And so I ask you please
Can I help you find the peace and the star
Oh, my friend
What time is this
To trade the handshake for the fist
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I'm not saying that I particularly want to get married, but I found this huge page on "How to propose" from MSN and it is actually really sweet to read.

This was from the section: Show her the kid in you (My favourite section):



  • Draw a hopscotch board on the sidewalk and invite her out for a game. Once she has succumbed to a little childhood play, replace the pebble you're using with the real rock!

  • Spell your proposal out in glow-in-the-dark star stickers on your ceiling. Get into bed, turn the lights off, and wait for the inevitable gasp.

  • Write "Will You Marry Me?" on the underside of a kite and take flight one warm, breezy afternoon.

  • Spell out your proposal with refrigerator magnets.

  • Scratch your proposal into the frost on her car's windshield.

  • If it's Easter season, paint one word each from the phrase "Will you marry me?" on four eggs and hide them with the rest, so she has to find them all to make a complete sentence. Definitely make "marry" the hardest egg to find. You can throw in other eggs with funny verbs painted on them to throw your egghead off -- like kick, tickle, and love.



  • Click here for the original page.

    My perfect proposal would have something to do with a Rocky Horror Picture Show thing....

    Just before the end of the movie, my whoever it is, says he has to go to the bathroom, but really goes to get dressed like Dr. Frankenfurter. Then he goes on stage and proposes with the Tim Curry voice and everything. (The high heels will be hot.)


    only in a dream i guess
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    There are honestly no words....



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    For my philosophy ISU, which project should I choose, (I like both equally I think)?

    SEE TABLE


    Damn guys, I made a table. How weird is that? Anyways, I'm writing up my proposal tonight or tomorrow, so some input would rock... Totally, dude... (ette) whatever you are.


    OH! Today in Law, we had to pretend to be monks and take a vow of silence for an entire class (pft, right), and we were all ushered into the library to read 'City of God' by St. Augustine by candlelight. Plus, they played Gregorian Chant, which, I don't care who you are, raises a titter or two. Then, all of a sudden, on the Gregorian Chant mix tape, some crazy light contemporary jazz came on, and we were all confused, and Meagan was like: What? Are we in an elevator now?
    We all cracked up laughing, then she mimed an elevator and it was great. We were all laughing so hard. Then we went on about who would be Mother Superior and who would be whatever else is in the clergy... .... ... lol ... eunichs... I'm glad I don't have testicles- Wait! Neither do they! (Come to think of it, neither does Jack Layton, I think Harper keeps them in a velvet lined case, ready for him to juggle at his leisure to burn off the stress of being the biggest dick face in the nation... And also a vampire, bitches!
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    I think that many would agree that this is the most random video ever? Jury?

    Randomest Thing Ever

    P.S. Hey, I was bored man. I can't help getting bored. Even though I have a million things to do. It just happens man, don't hassle me.
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    I have pulled a muscle in my lower back and I am feeling it babe. It is aching so much, and it's going down my leg aswell. (Not ciatic Sp?). I'm pretty sure it was because I barely pulled a stretch or 4 a day in Mexico, and now I'm jumping back into the old routine, probably building up lactic acid or whatever. Well, I'm going to have to build up that stretchiness again I guess.

    I just watched Miami Ink for a few hours while I was doing some homework, and I am in love with those boys. They make my day. Unfortunately, as Alysson said earlier today, 'it gives me tattoo cravings'. I love to be drawn on. It's like getting a massage or my hair done or something. I think perhaps that I love these things because I'm craving physical contact. (Btw, I'm trying to upload some of her artwork from my phone right now. We'll see how it works.)

    Well, I must head to bed. I came online with several notions in my head that I needed to get out into the world, but they seem to have all floated away out the end of my fingertips as I typed out more menial things (like aches and pains.)

    I'm going to get those pictures online tonight, but I'm actually probably heading to bed very soon. Plus, I'm disturbing an ancient ladybug's slumber and I don't feel right about it. G'night loves.
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    *Sigh* is there anything better in life than good guacamole? Really? Is there? Damn, my mom makes good guacamole.

    Well, today I went to school. I went to bed at a decent hour last night, and had a thoroughly enjoyable day. (Despite it being a Monday.) My English teacher is on a Nicotine patch, but the woman might as well be going cold turkey. Everyone was grumpy today besides me.

    Marie came at lunch and she showed me Jordan's wedding pictures. (That was odd.) Then we went to Tim Horton's and met up with some people at a pizza place a few blocks away.
    Marie is leaving for Calgary at the end of the week and I'm going to miss her face off. Hopefully we are going out Friday. She needs a change of scenery. It'll do her so much good to go on a wee adventure. Plus she needs to see her lovey dovey as well. She has a good lovey dovey... all mine have been crazy. Perhaps I need a good one. Who knows? Not me, that's for sure. Plus, right now I'm not really excepting white lovey doveys, and on account of my current location, I may be a bit lonely.

    Well, that is all for now. I have a few hundred pages of text book to read tonight, and I better get a move on.

    Plus, I'm updating myspace blog now... Even though I hate it's bloody guts.
    I have found that I as I get a tad bit older (yeah, yeah, I'm still a baby, I know) my taste in men is changing significantly. In throughout highschool I seemed to be more into the big, dumb surfer type of guy. I loved the blondes. But now I seem to becoming more and more obsessed with predominately more 'tall dark and handsome'. (And oddly enough, rarely white guys.) However, pretty much any guy with an accent negates the entire physical attraction thing. A "g'day mate" or "blimey" is pretty much an all-access pass in my books. (Ahem, an "ola" is worth two "blimeys", if you catch my drift.) But perhaps I'm biased. The last Latino guy to hit on me at a bar practically brought me to full orgasm by telling me about the weather.

    Like I said to my 'very special' friend in Mexico after our first amazing dance floor experience together:

    Phew, I was beginning to think I was lesbian!







    how beautiful...

    sweet mother goddess

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    Today is a lazy day. Yesterday I went for my beautiful facial and acupressure session with Janet. Then after being sandwhiched in heat and love, I walked through Picton's 'industrial' district to the hospital in subzero temperatures against the horrific and biting wind. To cheer myself up, I called Alysson, who was at my house watching the Olympics with Sandy. We chatted until I snuck across the helicopter landing pad so I didn't have to go all the way around the hospital.

    Then Alysson and I hung out for the evening. We watched Mirrormask, which I ADORED! We played this crazy ass racing game where we basically attempted to see who could demolish their vehicles first (or who could throw their driver farthest). It was brilliantly violent.

    Now I'm cleaning up the house a bit and recovering from my migraine Thursday. I better do some homework too. I have a lot of textbook to read.

    Speaking of school, this is my yearbook grad bio sheet that I need help filling out. I have some ideas, but if you guys could help me out, that'd be great... and also quite hilarious!

    <<<<<< Greatest Student in the world.

    NAME: Amanda
    NICKNAME:
    FAV SAYING:
    PET PEEVE:
    BEST MOMENT:
    FUTURE OCCUPATION:
    PROBABLY DESTINATION:

    Comment with something brilliant and witty, okay?
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    I am doing an online philosophy course and one of the first things we had to go over in orientation was the rules of Netiquette. (What brilliant idiot came up with that? I guess he's sitting pretty now with all the word amalgamations going on now.)

    The bell has just rung, but I should be home around 3pm. So you will have to wait in suspense until then to get the brillance that is... NETIQUETTE!
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    For my big final english paper this semester I have to do a comparison paper on two fiction novels with the same theme (there were a whackload of suggested themes that were all pretty dumb, but I chose my own). My theme is being trapped (emotionally, physically, mentally, etc) and overcoming obstacles to free oneself. Originally I chose to do The Colour Purple and Papillon but Papillon isn't a novel it's a real story so I was wondering if there were any other good novels that anyone could think of in the "trapped-but-eventually-escape" genre. By the way, they can't be huge because I've got about a hundred other things to read this semester.
    I have a medical paranoia of fish. Honestly, I cry and shake and stuff.

    Just thought I should randomly spout some trivia.
    I have decided once and for all, that I will only settle down (granted I do settle down) with a big, tall, macho Mexican man because HOT DAMN there were a lot of them down there. There is a profound difference between Mexican boys and Canadian/American boys... Mexican boys are bold and not shy in the slightest. They are rarely as skinny and pale as Canadian/American boys and they are romantic and sensual. Oh! And they are great dancers... and kissers... and other stuff.

    Anyways, on my vacation, I went hiking through the Sierra Madre mountains, visited small villages, ate tortillas, swam in the ocean everyday, escaped enormous fish, cantered horses down the beach, fell in and out of love with beautiful men, ate wonderful food, drank glorious... ahem.. beverages, boogie boarded, off-roaded, volleyballed, was almost sold for two bottles of tequila and, Alysson's favourite, faced thee wrath o' Neptune!

    And there it is in a nutshell. I'm not going to put pictures on my own photobucket cause it's so jam packed (i.e. I'm too lazy). I'm just going to wait until my mom puts them on her photobucket. (And I guarantee you she'll put practically every picture on there.).

    I'll tell more stories as time goes on and I've gotten over them myself. I also have some hand written journal entries that I may scan onto the computer one day. Maybe even tonight... or tomorrow. Who knows? Neptune? (Yee took aweh meh skin yo deeeerty scoundrel, but you'll ne'er take m' diary! Ei put a weeee lock on it yeh bastard!)
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    Well, I have to make this post quick as I'm leaving in about an hour and everyone is running around like a certain bird without a head.

    I'm leaving for Mexico and I will be gone until the 10th. I may be able to check my email once or twice while I'm there, but I really doubt it. Even if I do, I won't have time to reply to anyone. *sigh* Oh well...

    Anyways, I've gotten Sandy's suitcase ready and he's all set to go stay with my Nana. He's dreading the thought of spending a week with their baby border collie Tippy... Just because he's pretty nuts and Sandy will never be able to nap.

    I will have a brilliant tan when I get back.

    Lurve you all,
    Amanda