Update

Here are some posts that for some reason (ahem, laziness) didn't get updated on blogger, just livejournal. Sorrry!

Friday, April 21st 2006]

What does pure of heart mean?

Thursday, April 20th 2006]

I hate Jaques Cartier! He is a bastard! I wish I could bring him back to life just to berate him!

"Cartier then captured Donnacona, his two sons, three other leaders, and four children who had been living with the French for some time. With ten captives, Cartier left for France, despite the pleading of grieving relatives who followed in canoes, clutching beaver pelts that they offered as ransom for the hostages. None of the captured St. Lawrence Iroquois people ever saw Canada again; they all perished in France."
(Defining Canada- Nick Brune, pg 80-81)

My heart has just been broken! That is so upsetting and angering!

"The Man. Oh, you don't know The Man? The Man's everywhere: in the White House, down the hall, Miss Mullins; she's The Man! And The Man ruined the ozone, and he's burning down the Amazon and he kidnapped Shamu and put her in a chlorine tank! Okay! And there used to be a way to stick it to The Man, it was called rock 'n roll. But guess what? Oh no! The Man had to ruin that too with a little thing called MTV! So don't waste your time trying to make anything cool or pure or awesome 'cause The Man's just gonna call you a fat washed up loser and crush your soul. So do yourself a favor and just give up!"

marry me jack black

Just now, on The Ellen Degeneres show in a segment called "Best Photos Ever", a picture of Kate Vader and her giant bunny was featured. And Ellen Degeneres said "Picton, Ontario"... I guess we know what the headline will be.

Oh goD! The phone just rang!

Wednesday, April 19th 2006]

Okay, seriously! How does Google know what's going on in my life! I'm very frightened! Even if I've never mentioned it on the computer, in an email, search, lj, chat, ANYTHING, Google knows and will advertise to me! How strange and wacko! I can't handle it! GOOGLE IS BIG BROTHA!!!! OH GOD!@!!!! Maybe I shouldn't have had celery and canned pineapple for dinner. I need sleep, and sex, and fun... So badly. Amanda CRAZY GOOGLE VOODOO!!! Sex is a very important part of tribal lifestyle in West Africa. This picture shows a tribal dance depicting various aspects of their sexual lifestyle, ranging from the erotic to the medical. (They formally advocate the use of condoms, although in actual practice, it's unclear how much people actually do use them.) The penis shown here is not real; it's a wooden replica used for demonstration purposes only. Click here for more information on West African culture. [http://www.danheller.com/images/Africa/Togo/Dances/img2.html]

Wednesday, April 19th 2006]

Hm?

You scored as Old School Punk. Old School Punk as a genre formed simultaneously on both sides of the pond with Detroit and New York giving birth to bands like The Stooges, Ramones, and the MC5 while, on the British side punk bands popped up with such regularity and mayfly-esque lifespans that there doesn't exist a definitive audio record of most of them. Although some, such as the Sex Pistols, have made such an impression on popular culture that there have been movies about them. Old School Punk 70% Synthpop Devoteé 60% Kindergoth 50% Bondage Freak 45% Industrialist 40% Neo Goth 35% Mope Rocker 25% New School Punk 10% Elder Goth 5% Emo Kid 5% Which musical counterculture do you fit in with? created with QuizFarm.com

How did they know about the bondage?

[Wednesday, April 19th 2006]

I feel like dancing! Gonna dance the night away!

Today's walk made up for yesterday's walk. It was sunny, and birds were chirping (except the dead one on the side of the road), and Sandy didn't drag me around. He's snoring on the floor right now. His cheek flaps remind me of cartoons when someone is snoring in a tent. I met a neighbour. I thought she was a man at first, and I feel really bad about that. No worries though, she had a really girly name when I met her, so yeah...

Well, my fingers are numb and I need some tea desperately. Lot's of bikers around today. So strange. Need to take some pictures. Tra lalala.

[Tuesday, April 18th 2006]

I almost killed my dog today. We just went for our evening walk, which we have done practically everyday for a month now, and every step was a fight. He almost dragged me the whole way. We had to turn back early because my hands were almost raw from the lead. (He hasn't done this once in a month.) He barked at other dogs, and normally they bark at him but he ignores them. He tried to chase every car that passed us, pouring every ounce of muscle into his harness. (He has a harness, not a collar, because he'd strangle himself with anything else.) To add insult to injury, the air was thick with these little black bugs and I could barely take in a breath without spitting out those damn bugs. They tried to get in my nose, my ears, my eyes.. It was disgusting. In addition to Sandy being completely psycho and bugs trying to infiltrate my body, a small robin's egg that I had found in perfect condition on the side of the road coming back broke open in my pocket when Sandy tried to haul me into the path of a moving vehicle, (he attempted several times). The yoke went everywhere. It was disgusting. Luckily, I was pretty close to home, but did that ever make me mad, (more mad I guess). As I stooped to pick up the egg through the cloud of black flies and Sandy making my hands bleed, I thought, aw, this egg makes the nasty trip worthwhile. Little did I know, it was just another ploy to ruin my walk. GAH!

I'm glad I could have that little rant. I'm going to scream now.

P.S. I think I'm going through menopause.
P.S.S. Have you ever noticed that you forget about all the great things in your life when the only thing lacking is the only thing you have ever wanted? Does that makes sense? No probably not. Let's just say, I can get anything besides the one thing I want, and it sucks. If I had it right now, I probably wouldn't want it as much, but even with that realization, I can't let go of the wanting. POO ON YOU heart. poo on you...

Egg Decorating

This morning I woke up and heard on the radio that there was going to be a thunderstorm around noon. I was angry because that meant I wouldn't be able to go for a walk in the afternoon. So I just woke up and went in the morning. I had a baaad headache, but the walk seemed to have gotten rid of it. Coincidentally, it didn't rain until darkness fell. Just another reason to not trust a meteorologist. Then I started packing for Nana's and eventually Ottawa. I'm gutting my room essentially. Taking everything off the walls, putting all my stuff in boxes. Only my clothes and furniture is staying in there. I have a box marked "Creepy sculptures". I'm very excited to decorate my dorm room. I have some really great pieces that will add a sense of, hm, me to the place. I should go on Antique's Roadshow with some of the suff. I'm sure it's worth thousands! Speaking of which, my family is having a big yardsale and we each get our own table/section deal. All the money I get from selling my stuff I'm keeping for school, so I'll probably sell a lot of stuff I don't need. If you have items you wish to donate to the "feed Amanda" association, they can go to the yardsale. WOo. Or, just send me money. Or a none perishable food item. Or buy something from the yardsale and then give it back to me to resell. Ha. I think I'm going to have a sign that says: "Sorry if you gave this to me as a gift." That would be no good at all. Anyways, so after I spent most of the day packing, Annie and I decorated eggs. A few of them cracked, but it just added a cool grunge-egg effect. Here are some of our eggy creations:



Poor unsuspecting eggies. All white, boring, and hard-boiled.


There are the eggies in their colourful little pods. Reminds me of The Matrix. Just remember, that's what we truly look like right now.


Look at all the little bubbles coming off this egg. It looks a bit like cellulite, but have no fear. We have very fit eggs.


Annie's creepy egg person.


"Is this the train to Spadina?" "No, Finch. Can't you see we're all coloured." (Don't get mad. It's funny.)




Egg orgies- no legislation against them can stand!


Take that Martha Stewart. I got her mag today, learned a lot of neat stuff about bulbs.

Anyways, that's all the pictures I have for now, egg-wise.

We also used crayons to add some design factor and those eggs turned out nicely, but I wish we could have decorated more eggs. I love decorating them. I do run out of ideas after a while though. We used margarita glasses because the bottom area of the glasses were perfect for holding an egg. Also, while cleaning out her own room, Annie found a ton of my clothes. I was ecstatic! I have a lot of laundry to do tomorrow. Oh! And today, while cleaning out my desk, I found some papers from grade nine and before. Written diaries about boys and popularity and being fat. It was interesting to read how I tricked myself into thinking things by putting them in my diary. ("Oo, I think I may be falling for him." Come on girl, you're obsessed.) I just want to tell the girl writing the diaries that she's being silly and to just leave those boys alone. Especially one's who deal coke. I was so dumb, but I'm sure that in five years, I'll read back in my lj (should they still exist) and bitch about how dumb I was. Hell, I can look back only a few entires ago and think about how stupid I was/is/will be. I also found these little stories that I would start, and then never finish. I really wanted to grow up to be a writer. That never happened I guess. They were so stupid, but the writing was okay. I guess I had the technical writing ability, but not the time to think out a plot and organization, etc. I'm going to put them away in storage so I can look back on them in a few decades and have a good laugh with my partner (should I have one) who is old, and we will both laugh so hard we fart, but won't know it. (Old people do that constantly, or at least in my experience.)

Gah, I have a long weekend ahead of me. Packing, cleaning, doing laundry, wall-patching, Easter dinner at Nana's (have to face unfathomable amounts of chocolate that I can't eat). I'll just bring a book or some celery. "Take that Annie! I have celery!" Annie hates celery because of the noise it makes. She cringes because she associates the crunch with braces pain. Too bad for her, celery has lately become my snack of choice. Sometimes with peanut butter if I'm really craving extra protein. I better get to sleep. I had no idea what time it was. I feel a bit ashamed because I've been trying to keep to a decent sleep schedule. I guess that's not happening tonight/this morning, which is poopy. Oh well, it's not the end of the world.

Temptation

Alright, so I wrote my history test today. It wasn't as bad as I thought. I was freaking out a little beforehand, but now I see that I was just being over critical of my intelligence. (I spent my third period spare watching Flying Circus w. a cute guy btw.) Anyway, I stayed a few minutes late to finish up the test and missed my bus, so I got my Nana to pick me up. Then I napped at her house. I'm kind of angry because I've just gone on a super strict diet that doesn't include ice cream or Girl Guide Cookies.

I've been so good, not eating any of it. I want to soo bad, it's like heroin, (chocolate). Oh! My dad and I went grocery shopping, and he buys all this really awesome stuff, that is ridiculously bad for me, like TWO TUBS of ice cream! My favourite kinds too. But I looked at the nutritional label, and it said if I have 125ml, it's only 150 calories. Which is a lot, but I can cut something else out if I'm desperate. And it doesn't have much fat either, like, 5g I think. Anyways, so I carefully measure it and it this tiny little bit of ice cream and savour every bloody drop. I guess it makes up for my three missed yogurts today (which add up to that tiny bit of icecream). I was still within my calorie limit too. I can't believe that I've become a calorie counter, but I just imagine what it'll be like to walk into a store and be able to try on whatever I want and not worry about sizing.

I went for a walk with Sandy today. We jogged a bit, but I'm so out of shape, that speed walking was my best bet. Whenever I feel a bit of pain or discomfort, I know that I'm getting healthier. Weird, but true I think. I know that I seem like I'm a bit obsessed about this whole exercise/eat healthy thing, but it's the only way that I can be healthy.
Gah, so I came in and had a shower and made a mental note to wear bug spray next time. And I always forget the sports bra, so I'm speedwalking along, bouncing at the speed of breast, and I curse the day my breasts grew. (I made an lj entry about it. Had pictures.)

Also, I'm packing this weekend. Sorting through my immeasurable amount of crap. What goes with me? What goes to storage? What goes to Annie? What do I still need to buy? What goes in the trash? I'm so confused by it all, looking at the next little while on my calendar, trying to fit stuff in. I'm afriad of stuff going sour, but I guess that's life man. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. When I saw I'm afraid of stuff going sour, I guess I just mean, I'm afraid of everything going sour- life in general. I see my life as a chain reaction, events caused by events, caused by events, caused by events (determinism if you will). So sometimes in my mind, I get a thought process like this:

Don't study enough -> Fail test -> Low average -> university acceptance retracted -> don't go to uni -> trapped in the County ->become bum -> waste life -> die a nothing


I can't help it, that's just the way I think. So that's why I study hardy. lol. Well, I'm sleepy and Marie just said she was moving back to the County at the end of April and I'm ecstatic because she is a wonderful gal whom I adddorrre!

Nature of human relationships.

Wow, my school thinks I'm some kind of sexpert (I guess I am tho), but still. Weird. Also, why is it that I, let's just say, "warm up" to people just as soon as it becomes impossible for a true relationship to blossom? Tis my curse evidently. Relationships are so strange, platonic/romantic/sexual... human social interaction really. So complicated and delicate, always hanging in some odd balance. Which reminds me, I'm currently majorly crushing, in a very highschool-sexually-frustrated way, on three people. One of them already has a boyfriend, I think. I'm not sure. Oh well, I guess that's the nature of love. Revealing this rather mysterious thing lead me to think about why I keep an online journal. It's rather contradictory, an online diary. A diary is supposedly for private thoughts, and yet, blogging is a HUGE thing right now? Who doesn't blog? Really? But then I remembered something brilliant: "Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself." (Special prize to whomever guesses who said that. Alysson, you can't just google it.) Anyways, that is so amazingly true. Is not love an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired? (Frost, a'thank you.)Is that why we confide in online diaries and blogs? To know if we are worth reading about? To know that people care enough about your life and existence to read through your thoughts? To understand through comments, that they sympathize, or have some input, into how your life is going, as if they truly care, (which I'm sure they actually do for the most part), but I get the feeling that many of us desire that input.

Anyways, so my armpits hurt (how can armpits hurt??) from doing pushups boy-style today. When I told my dad this, he was like >see! girl's can't do boy's exercises<. Then I was like, a) i'm just a wimpy girl and b) what do you know about working out, man-who-looks-pregnant-because-of-beer? Also, I turned a Naaaasty pair of old torn jeans into cute short shorts today. No correlation to the armpit issue, but I just thought I'd announce it and see if people cared. (Kidding, I don't care if you care. Well, I do care, I should hope you care, but not care so carefully about the care I put into making new short shorts. I'm dumb.)

I have to go to sleep. I studied my history notes for almost 7 hours. I'm a psycho. Sooo psycho. I need a good lovin I think. (Btw, a gooood good lovin will burn a substantial amount of calories, like, a whole meal, gone.)

Ignorance is bliss, Knowledge is agony.

"But you see, here in America the attitude that is fed to us is that outside of America there live lesser people. "Fuck them, let them fend for themselves." No, Fuck you, they are you. No matter how much you want to dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many diamonds you buy from people who exploit your own brutally to get them, no matter what kind of car you drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you will never be them. They're always gonna look at you as nothing but a little monkey. I'd rather be proud of what I am, rather than desperately trying to be something I'm really not, just to fit in. And whether we want to accept it or not, that's what this culture or lack of culture is feeding us." - The Poverty of Philosophy Lyrics (Immortal Technique)


I'm wearing glasses and a huge sweater. My hair is hardly brushed and my eyes are falling asleep. I can't remember the last time I truly wore makeup?According to the current media female ideal, I am a savage. Barely a woman, more of a homeless street crack ho. I'm named after Venus, born after Venus and modeled after Venus. I wonder if she is disapointed?

Do you ever here music and it just makes you feel euphoric. Just makes you want to move your body, touch your body, hear, see, feel, smell your body? Makes you want to run your own fingers through your hair and just love the pattern of the sounds and feel the beat of the music. Your blood starts to pump in sync. The music resets your heart. Gives you a kick start. It's like a massage for my soul. Turn up the bass, the fingers press harder. Like a brilliant massage, if it hurts, it's probably better. And music can definetely hurt you. It can definetely influence you and change you. Violin makes me cry. Trombone makes me strong. The beat gives me grace. When the music stops the blood stops pumping and flowing.

I'm completely mad. I can't think normally anymore. My hands hurt and my head hurts (generally in the brow region). Why is it that? Oh well. I don't mind. Now my elbow hurts but only because I hit it off the desk. Is everyone on the edge of madness, and only those who are "truly mad" express it. I'm not mad like Plath-sticking-her-head-in-the-oven mad. I don't want to hurt myself. I love my mind and body and whatever components add up to me, but am I mad because I express my every thought. Articulated in colour or word or behaviour? God I need to paint something. So bad, I have the itch in my fingers. Something has to come of them quickly. I've got to make something. I've got to create something with them. I've got to be a mother to beauty, at least in my own eyes and fast.

mercy. unless you love me and are interested in the unfiltered thoughts in my brain, ignore this post. completely useless to say this at the end though.

Disjointed Post

I feel so inadequate lately when it comes to expressing how I feel. I haven't been able to write anything, paint anything, say anything good. I feel blocked from expression, like a clog or something. Also, I have this pit in my stomache like I'm missing something vital. Everyone knows the feeling. It's the same when you forget something on your desk when you are half way to your destination and it's too late to turn back and you'll just have to start thinking up excuses.

Today on Much's "Story of" is artists talking about their drug use. Don't get me wrong, I love a little narcotics now and then, but I've never felt completely addicted to them. I feel cravings right afterwards, buts thats more mental than physical I think. When something is just so good of course you're going to want more of it, but I've always "just said no" after a small embellishment. Anyways, I guess that is a different story for a different time.

I'm reading the book Sybil right now that is based on the Shirley Mason case wherein Mason suffors from dissociative identity disorder brought on by her mother's horrendous acts of childhood abuse. This book is disturbing me to the core and often makes me wonder about the nature of reality, memory and identity. I could, for all I know, be a dissociated identity of another person! I really want to see the movie now and I'm going to beg Gavin to order it. The book also discusses depression, anxiety and schizophrenia (which should not be confused with dissociative identity disorder). I'm thinking about taking out a book on abnormal psyche that I saw in the library today.

On another note, I'm really sorry to people who I've normally had constant email interaction with. I'm really trying to get away from the computer as much as I can. I'm trying to read more and get outside and have a little more exercise in my day. It's hard to break from normal patterns, but I've got to.

This post has been really disjointed and hard to follow, I'm sure, but it's more for my benefit than yours. Sometimes I've just got to get ideas out of my head someway and I don't really have anyone to genuinely talk to (who doesn't think I'm crazy half the time), so here is some of my brain. Right here. Gbye.

Brokeback on Ice?

Things like this remind me I'm straight.

Why does everyone love Ewan McGregor's penis? I admit, I wouldn't mind Ewan McGregor..... But is it the man attached to the penis, or the penis itself that has caused such a frenzy. (I say, that's what he gets for whipping out the wang for practically every movie but Moulin Rouge and Star Wars. ... Okay, who didn't want to see Obi Wan whip it out?)

In evidence of the McGregor Penis movement:

http://mp-shoot.com/elsewhere/164.html
http://www.canoe.ca/NewsStand/WinnipegSun/Spotlight/2004/09/03/614166.html
http://www.rottentomatoes.com/vine/showthread.php?t=121549&page=2
http://washingtontimes.com/entertainment/20040412-091630-5961r.htm
http://www.mrcranky.com/movies/pillowbook.html
http://efilmcritic.com/review.php?movie=2277&reviewer=283

(You may have to scroll a bit for the penis area on some pages, but if you just search "penis" or "mcgregor" you'll find it.)


And also... because I can't contain myself.


Well, that's quite enough penis for one day.

BIG NEWS!

Well, I have some good news.

Two tiny feet,
Waving in the air.


















Two tiny hands,
Tug at my hair.

















Cute bottom for patting,
Adorable face.














A bundle of love,
For joy and embrace.

Mum, I have some big news!

CLICK ME!

april fools by the way

These are the runes I have narrowed down for my tattoo. I don't know how to choose between them. (Btw, these is just the bare bones meanings.) I would like to get the rune on a stone, not just the symbol itself. I think I should just get them all, they are small and relatively inexpensive, so maybe I should just scatter them over my body. Obviously, Pertro would go somewear below the beltline, kenaz behind the ear or back of the neck, but I'm not sure about uruz and algiz. Maybe one on each shoulder... I know that's cliched, but that's where I think of when I think of power and stuff. I still have tons of time to think about it and stuff.

Uruz: (U: Auroch, a wild ox.) Physical strength and speed, untamed potential. A time of great energy and health. Freedom, energy, action, courage, strength, tenacity, understanding, wisdom. Sudden or unexpected changes (usually for the better). Sexual desire, masculine potency. The shaping of power and pattern, formulation of the self. Uruz Reversed or Merkstave: Weakness, obsession, misdirected force, domination by others. Sickness, inconsistency, ignorance. Lust, brutality, rashness, callousness, violence.

Kenaz: (K: Beacon or torch.) Vision, revelation, knowledge, creativity, inspiration, technical ability. Vital fire of life, harnessed power, fire of transformation and regeneration. Power to create your own reality, the power of light. Open to new strength, energy, and power now. Passion, sexual love. Kenaz Reversed or Merkstave: Disease, breakup, instability, lack of creativity. Nakedness, exposure, loss of illusion and false hope.

Perthro: (P: Lot cup, vagina.) Uncertain meaning, a secret matter, a mystery, hidden things and occult abilities. Initiation, knowledge of one's destiny, knowledge of future matters, determining the future or your path. Pertaining to things feminine, feminine mysteries including female fertility, and vagina. Good lot, fellowship and joy. Evolutionary change. Perthro Reversed or Merkstave: Addiction, stagnation, loneliness, malaise.

Algiz: (Z or -R: Elk, protection.) Protection, a shield. The protective urge to shelter oneself or others. Defense, warding off of evil, shield, guardian. Connection with the gods, awakening, higher life. It can be used to channel energies appropriately. Follow your instincts. Keep hold of success or maintain a position won or earned. Algiz Reversed: or Merkstave: Hidden danger, consumption by divine forces, loss of divine link. Taboo, warning, turning away, that which repels.

Prom!

Well, I haven't updated in a while (for me anyways) and it's making me feel guilty. Especially because I've sent my confirmation letters to Ottawa University today. So, unless I don't graduate, I'm going to Ottawa next fall! Alison and I are already thinking about the pets we want to get, and what we will use our hotplates for, and other random stuff. I was reading about life at the University and stuff and I'm just really shocked that life has gone by so fast. I was thinking to myself, maybe I should start getting fit again so I don't waste away my youth being sluggish and fat... but then I realized that my youth was going to be over soon! Then I watched this show called The 750lb Man (who died, btw) and there was this guy who was only 26 and he was HUGGGE! And I just want to be able tto do anything I want to with out being impeded physically or emotionally or anything. I just want to be able to do whatever. (Luckily, I'm not huge... I'm pretty good.) But I'm afraid of coming like that. Honestly, watching that documentary made me want to stop eating forever. Plus, I'm switching to my "save for prom" diet... so for lunch I'm bring oatmeal-to-go and juice/water instead of buying lunch. I can save three dollars a day. So I'll have practically 200 dollars!!! (I have a lot to cover, btw.)

* train fare
* admission
* limo
* hotel room
* booze
* food
* police bribe. (giggle)

I don't have to pay for this, but I think the limit on my dress is 150-200 dollars cnd. So poopy. But I'll find a nice one! I know I can do it. Plus, it's not the dress, it's the time you have! Plus, Alysson, I think we are going May 13 to New York, but we're staying over night and stuff. More info later.... That is all for tonight.

Strange Ramblings of a Young, Deranged Soul.

People think that I'm rich and spoiled, but they'd be surprised if they switched places with me. Very very surprised. I guess no grass is truly green and we are all doomed to graze the dying, sandy coloured grass of disappointment for our entire lives, dreaming of green grass that doesn't exist. I don't know if that's just a random melancholy thought or something I truly believe in. I don't want to believe it. I'd like to believe that we all deserve contentment, but I'm not completely certain and this worries me. I will only know on my death bed whether or not I worked away my entire life for a happy existence that would never be possible. Maybe I will be content in my last year, month, hour, minute of life and I wonder: will it be worth it? I hope that these things aren't true and that happiness does exist in some permanent form. I want to believe that. After all, why would the phrase "happily ever after" be used so countlessly if it hadn't happened at least once?

Annie and I had a good laugh.

Worst Analogies Ever Written in a High School Essay
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They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup.

From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and "Jeopardy" comes on at 7pm instead of 7:30.

Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.

Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.

He was as tall as a six-foot three-inch tree.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be burried in the credits as something like "Second Tall Man."

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36pm traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19pm at a speed of 35 mph.

The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr. Pepper can.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a drier without "Cling-Free."

The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red crayola crayon.

Mackavelli!

Hello my dearests,

Well, I had my brows down today. And I had a chat with dad about next summer and this summer. He has this strange illusion that I will be coming back in the summer to work in Picton. Very unlikely. Why drop my job, my place, my friends, my life, just to come back here to work. He says it will be cheaper in the long run. Cheaper when I have less hours, get paid less, have to spend money for gas to get to work, pay psychiatrist because I go crazy staying with him and mom.... Besides, I can get a 12 month contract from the dorms and stay there for around 6 to 7 grand a year. (Sounds like a lot, but rent for a crap 'roach infested apartment is like, $1000 a month if I'm lucky.)

Today I went to Nana's at lunch and fell asleep. I'm really looking forward to when Moon goes to Newfoundland. Half days for a week. Vin Diesel was on Ellen, much to my dismay. I really don't like Vin. But then I fell in love with him in the first five minutes. His mum is an astrologist and he started talking about it and I was like: Yeah!!! Moon! (oo tides). Then Ellen revealed that he used to be a telemarketer and then they called a random person and made him pretend to sell something for as long as he could. It was soo hilarious. I love him so much and I want to marry him and his sexy bald head. Should bald heads be buttered? Of course, like everything I'm curious about,

Diesel is a long time fan and player of Dungeons & Dragons and other role playing games, including Warhammer 40,000, a fact that he proudly states in various interviews.He occasionally makes reference to D&D in his films, such as in XXX where one of the tattoos on Xander Cage (Diesel's character) reads "Melkor," the name of one of Diesel's old player characters. (Melkor is also the original name of the Satan-like character in The Silmarillion and other Tolkien stories.) It has been said that his portrayal of Richard Riddick in the Pitch Black series of movies and games is based somewhat on this favorite character, a Drow "witch-hunter" who was a loner, and that Diesel has the character's image tattooed on his leg. He has also written the foreword to the commemorative book 30 Years of Adventure: A Celebration of D&D, a collection of stories and essays which chronicles the history of D&D. It is also rumored (though never confirmed) that Diesel plays the popular game World of Warcraft under the alias Dish. However such rumors are held highly suspected as being created by Vin Diesel impersonators.

I also learned that his company did the short flick Rockfish that I loved so much when I saw it a few years ago.l (Before the whole inVINsion hahaha... like invasion.)

So, I made a cake today. A chocolate cake. So good. I haven't really accomplished much today. Finished some homework. Nothing else.... Well, I got a little bored and this happened....

Sometimes, it just gets weird. I have a confession, I have a twin brother.... an evil twin named Mackavelli. It seems he has infiltrated my computer, and because he is my twin, he knows everything about me and he can read my brain. I'm reading his brain right now. He's blogging a recipe for chicken paprikash. Sometimes I channel him. I channelled hin today and he was like: "Dear, this is rather like Shakespeare isn't it? Twins and visions and whatnot? Sister, I'm glad that we have connected again. If you want to know what I look like, take photos of yourself, and I'll channel my image to you, so the pictures will come out as me." (Damn him! So goddamned evil. He's blasting Spice Girls in my brain! Get out! Get out!)

So that's exactly what I did, here are the frightening results. (Btw, remember the creepy autopic a week or so back? Perhaps that was Mackavelli.)




(Annie was like: Mackavelli! I thought you killed him in a duel a few years back!)

I'm certifiably insane now. Oh my god. I knew this day would come.

How to Prepare for Going to College
How to Furnish a Dorm Room
How to Get Familiar with Your New College Town
How to Eat Well, Spend Less at College
How to Beat the Freshman Blues
How to Avoid the Freshman 15

I know that you guys are all probably sick of me freaking out about going to university. But I can't help it. Also, a lot of my friends are getting ready to go to, and this info is probably helpful for them too. I got it all from eHow.com. A lovely help site.

My philosophy cartoon. It's quite lovely. I hope you laugh.

My words!

Annie and I stayed up until 2am watching tv last night. We also played the sims a bit. I bought a robot from Annie's lvl 8 store. OH! We must of downloaded something unclean and our game was glitching so bad that we had to uninstall and reinstall everything! It took forever, especially because I forgot that we had holiday within a base and not as a seperate pack. That was a pain. And I had already installed university too. I had to reinstall both. So I finally made it to the end and I installed Annie's family and store that she had been working on because she couldn't handle saying goodbye to them. We unfortunately realised that she had lost her business and rank. It was horrible, but when she bought her old store, all the stock was still in there. She just had to rehire staff.

You might not understand if you don't sim.

Amanda moved into one of the small city houses in Bluewater Village (Annie and I are debating changing the name to Bluewater Hamlet cause it's so small). She opened a little hair salon in her front room and did people's hair for a living. Unfortunately, she has a wealth aspiration, so that didn't work out. She wanted to marry someone rich, so she married the extremely wealthy (but horrendously ugly) Malcolm Langraab IV. She moved in with him and he bought her two new cars as a wedding gift. After recieving a ridiculous amount of money and having a fling with an old client (and the housekeeper and gardener) she decided that she wanted a divorce. Unfortunately, the next day she found out she was pregos. I'm terrified that her baby will be as ugly as Malcolm, (who was pushed to plastic surgery). At first he was just going to get a brow reduction and a nose job, but then the first surgery went really really bad, so he ended up getting a whole new face. There's still a little Malcolm there though. And it's really good surgery.

If the baby is ugly, then she is going to leave it with him when they divorce. If it's goodlooking, then she's taking it with her either to another house in Bluewater Village, an apartment in Pleasantview or a townhouse in the city. I haven't decided yet. She may move in with another family, but I'm not sure yet. I guess it all depends. She's still young anyways.

Wow. I'm a nerd. What makes me even nerdier, is that I can't wait to go to University. (Hopefully my roommate: Alli) Thedorm I want to stay in is called 90 University. (It's apartment style.) It's a tad more expensive then the conventional style, but the cheapest of the apartment style. So it's kind of inbetween. Plus, I haven't shared a room with anybody for almost a decade, I'd go nuts. lol. Annie is going to come for a weekend out of every month and hang out and I'll take her to do stuff around town. It will be awesome.

I'm so tired and exhausted. I want to go to sleep and get all cozy under my comfy blankies. Get toasty and snuggle with Sandy. Fall asleep amongst my 80 billion pillows. But I can't go to sleep. This happens every night, for some reason, I postpone going to sleep every night, until I'm falling over from exhaustion. I get a few hours of sleep every night and I feel fine throughout the day. Maybe I have really really bad nightmares that I don't remember, so I subconsciously don't want to sleep. Or perhaps when I sleep, I go to another world where I am battling creatures of such horror I can barely fathom? Either way, my mind is always saying: Just stay up another half hour... Just do it.

Tomorrow I'm waking up at 8am. Finishing my english and a bit of law, then going out for a lobster lunch. (Great, just what my waning appetite needs.) Then I need to pick up some notes from Andrea's house (the dear) and whisk them to my house where I shall finish my law and polish it until I can see my ass in it. Afterwards I will study for history. And that's my tentative plan.

I think the one thing that will get me healthier is sex. I need much more sex in order to stay healthy. Don't believe me? Sex is one of the best things you can do for your body. Just google it, I swear it's sooo good for you. It increases your oxytocin production (makes it easier to deal w/pain), reduces depression (endorphins, duh), helps you slep better, makes you heal faster (those oxytocins again), boosts your immune system, good for your heart (c'mon, it's like aerobics), and for us women, it gives us better skin, protects us from Alzheimers and osteoporosis and heart disease (on account of higher levels of estrogen produced... a result of good sex). Plus, it'll make you pretty damn happy having good sex! Don't be grossed out by my sex knowledge, I've written like, three huge papers on it. lol

Damn, I think I will get to sleep now. I have to face lobster tomorrow... shudder. I think I may just faint. Fainting sounds good... *thunk*.

In Case of Pregnancy

Should I become pregnant (ever), please remind me to do this:
http://www.miabellamama.com/site/1349965/product/811-5827234

University Acceptance

Finally, my whole life... I'll I've ever wanted was acceptance.... And now I have it...

Big news today! I got my acceptance letter to my dream university!!! University of Ottawa!! If all goes well, in the fall I will go into the Honours Bachelor of Social Sciences program with my Major being in Anthropology. I've also got a few scholarships from the school to help me out. Now I have to choose my residence and write letters and do all sorts of fun university related things.

P.S. Those things have recently included imitating the sound a kettle makes.

Today was pretty good, pretty lazy, besides the hour or so I was ready to kill my computer because of my online course. I'm a bit frustrated with it, but I decided to take a fresh perspective tomorrow, try to release my bitterness while I sleep. Annie and I played chess, and she won. But there wasn't really a surprise there. We had delicious perogies for supper and sour cream. I loved them. They were so yummy. I'm thinking of having some greatfruit soon as well because I've only eaten perogies today and I think I need a little fruit. I haven't been eating much of anything lately, but just because I'm not really hungry lately.

I read through some of the ersatz-Quentin Tarantino blog that was making such a fuss. Everyone believed it, even big whigs... That was brilliant. Then I started looking at celebrity blogs. If I ever become a celebrity, I'm just keeping this one. It will be cool. And I'll have "priority" comments so my real friends responses are kept and everyone else gets deleted or whatever. It will be so grande. But of course the suckiest part will be that whatever is put in the blog will be an equivalent of a press release or something, so whatever random shit I blurb out will become headline news or evidence in a court case. ("In your blog, Miss Stanley, you mentioned that you 'could just kill Tom Cruise', is that true?") It would be very frustrating giving everyone codenames, and even with the codenames, everyone would know the truth... But then it couldn't be used as evidence. lol.

Today I drew on my thigh with eyeliner out of boredom. I should be doing more homework. Annie and I are playing sims tonight. In fact, I think I will go do that now.

I made this for Annie. It's kind of an inside thing, making fun of countless things, but I thought I'd post it for good measure.

I just had a horrifying dream. What made it so horrifying is how real it seemed. It didn't have the conventions of normal nightmares. Sound, colour, physics were all normal (more or less). It was like I had been transported to another place, not like a dream. I could feel and hear and smell everything. I can remember strange details... which is strange.

It started out when I was shopping for a prom dress with a friend. (It might have been Marie actually) and I called my dad to come pick me up at the mall. My cell phone was dying though (in real life it was dying because I didn't charge it yesterday... very weird)and I didn't know if my dad was picking me up at 5 or 7 in front of a certain store. So we drove around in circles around this store waiting for my dad to pick me up. We joked around and stuff, and then for some reason, we were all parallel parking. And when it was my turn, I couldn't drive worth a damn (that always happens in my dreams. very werid also). And my mom and her friends were laughing at me. So I got mad and stormed off into this big department store type thing. I was surprised that it was open because it was dark outside. I wandered around the store looking for a bathroom I ended up in the chocolate section and there were piles of chocolate boxes stacked so high, I felt trapped for a minute, but then I saw an escape and did so. lol. Then I asked someone where the bathrooms were, and they pointed in a direction, towards the back of the store where there were those big industrial doors you see in grocery stores and stuff. So I went back there and found a set of stairs, I went up them and there were several doors. I opened one and it was like a hotel room. When I went back out I realized that all the employees lived up there. It was really freaky for some reason. Then when I was going back down the stairs (and there were way more stairs then when I went up) I looked out a window and saw a plane boarding or deplanning, (not sure which), and on every landing there was a young girl trying to get on tight pants. (The same girl on every landing). Then when I finally got to the first level, I asked one of the girls where the bathroom was, and she told me it was in the music section and pointed me in the right direction. When I had crossed over the aisle in the store, headed towards the music section, the store disappeared and I was standing on one side of a road. Behind me was a huge chain link fence and all around me was dust. The music section was now a small shack (hopefully a bathroom) on the other side of a dusty field with dead grass. There were soldiers standing all around cleaning their weapons and joking around and stuff. They didn't notice me. I went across the field to the shack where there was only one soldier, kind of standing watch on the other soldiers 100 or so feet away. I asked him where the bathroom was and gestured to the shack with his gun. I thanked him and started about finding an entrance. But just then all I heard was gun fire and huge explosions (granades maybe?) and I was terrifyed. I ducked behind a small dilapadated doghouse leaned up against the shack. I started crying because I was so scared. I was afraid someone was going to come shoot me, or throw a grenade in my direction. I covered my face with my arms and tried to be small. I was wearing a white tshirt and shorts, and they were covered with dust. I was so scared. The soldier came over to me and sat next to me. He smiled and put his headphones on me and blasted the music. I can't remember what song it was, but I could hear the blasts faintly behind the music. He had his hands over my ears and the headphones trying to block out a little bit more of the noise. After a few songs he took of the headphones and the explosions and gunfire was over. He banged on the shack and there were some soldiers in there saying stuff like: we're all clear and other soldiery type stuff. Then he told me I could go and to go across the street and turn left and run down the street until I came to his army's base. They'd get me home. But I had to run the whole way. So I ran and he stayed there. I ran as fast as I could across the field and the soldiers raised their guns at me, pointed them at my face and then they said: She can go, she's not one of them. But then one of the soldiers fired a bullet right past my face and started laughing. All the other soldiers laughed too. I started running along the road I ran and ran and ran but the fence was always on my right and the field was always on my left, like I was running on a treadmill. But then I came to a big white house (covered in dirt and dust of course) and there were a few soldiers standing outside it. They ran out to the road with their guns pointed in my face, they inspected me for a moment, and then lowered their guns. I guess it was the base, but I woke up just then, severely freaked out. It seemed so real. And when I think about it now, it seems like a memory of a real event. That's what is frightening me the most. I swear I could feel the wind when the bullet passed by my face, and I could feel the ground shaking when the explosions were happening and I could taste the dust coated in my mouth, the pressure from the nice soldier's hands pressing on my ears. It was very very terrifying. There weren't any monsters in it, but it was still so scary.

I woke up and went to the bathroom.

P.S. Someone told me that if someone describes to you a dream in detail, they are making it up, but this dream is definetly not made up. I just remember every second of it and wrote it down right when I woke up.

More mexico pictures

I put them on my Livejournal, just go there to see them.

I've Got A Hitch in my Giddy'up

I've got an essay to type up tonight. It's prettymuch finished, I just need to flesh it out. I always find it difficult to right an essay that's about something that I've studied to death or I'm not interested in. Sometimes I enjoy learning about something and I enjoy having the knowledge in my head, but I dislike picking apart an event or a certain phrase or passage. That was not it's intention was it?

Anyways, besides ranting about an essay, I've got the flu and it's no fun at all. I've got to back to school tomorrow as March Break starts Friday and I need to get all my assignments, etc before then. I've also got to get well by Friday as my mother and I have pretty huge plans for the weekend that will take a tremendous amount of strength. I really don't know if I'm up for it. I really wish I had someone to unload on but I really hate talking to people about emotional stuff when it pertains to my own feelings. Sometimes I can just let go, but in this situation, I don't really want to talk to any of my close friends about it. They don't even know about the situation fully and I don't think they ever will. I don't think I'd much like to enlighten them either.

Today I had an apple cut up at around 9am. That seemed to stay down alright so I had a bit of plain rice for lunch.... But my body was a bit upset with that apparently. I had a few strawberries cut up in plain yogurt around 4pm and they seem fine so I'm going to try some more rice for supper. Unfortunately, I can't take anything for pain because I have to have a substantial amount in my stomache, and that doesn't seem to want to happen. A heating pack against my abs seems to work nicely though. I have to run to heat it up again every thirty minutes though.

We got back some pictures from Mexico today. We still have a roll or two to be developed, but these ones were lovely. I'm in the process of scanning them all and converting them to jpgs. It's tiresome and irritating, but I guess everything seems that way when you're ill. I'll post them once the've finished scanning. Why does scanning have to take so long? Shouldn't be as quick as taking a picture? I guess it's just to complicated a process for me to understand right now.

Oscar Madness

I'd like to begin this post by saying I think I have the stomach flu. I thought I was a bit better today around noon, so I made myself some ravioli.... That was a bad move. End of story.

Last night my mom watched the Oscars. I was couch-ridden, so I was condemned to sit through the whole ordeal. Every Academy Award Ceremony I've ever seen was boring and irritatingly full of phony people. This one was rather similar, but I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I think it may be because almost all the big movies of the night were meaningful. A great deal of them conveyed a message of tolerance, understanding, and respect for their subjects. I believe that every Best Picture nominee was adapted from a brilliant and moving book that I've read. Another brilliant aspect of this ceremony was the wonderful speeches. (Okay, some of them were just irritating, re: Brokeback Mountain screenwriters.) My favourite speech however, was either Clooney's "Out of Touch" or Witherspoon's "Trying to Matter". George Clooney made me want to make movies again and Reese Witherspoon made me want to be a stronger, more self-respecting woman.

I love Jon Stewart. He made excellent jokes:

"'Schindler's List' and 'Munich.' I think I can speak for all Jews in saying, I can't wait to see what happens to us next! Trilogy!" - To Steven Spielberg

"I have some sad news to report. Bjork cannot be here tonight. She was trying on her Oscar dress, and Dick Cheney shot her." - Good times Jon... Good times.

Anyways, that's really all I have to say about the Oscars right now.


P.S. Emma Thompson says she keeps her two Oscars in her guest bathroom so that people can touch them and fondle them in privacy and don't have to feel weird about it. She also says that the two Oscars face eachother "so they can chat".

Opening clips and monologues for the 78th Academy Awards, stick around till the end with the gay cowboy montage.



Reese Witherspoon's Speech that I loved:

Fun weekend so far.

Yesterday Alysson gave me Open For Business. She and her mother had this big conspiracy planned to make me think they lost it, or she forgot it or something. But it didn't really work. The plan was this: In the morning, when I first got to school, I was going to ask Al for the game. She was going to say no but we can call my mom and get her to bring it in. And we were going to call from my phone and I was going to talk to her and find out that it was broken, or she lost it, or something of that nature. Then I was going to freak out and Al was going to pull it out of her backpack and be like: Surprise!!! But I ruined it.

I didn't even ask first thing in the morning for it. When I did ask, and she said she had to call her mom, I was like: You can just bring it afterschool when you come over tonight.
And then I never mentioned it again. But she gave it to me at lunch. And told me the whole plan. It was funny... I carried it around in my purse all afternoon. Then I played with it a while when I got home. When Al came over we played Kingdom of Hearts. We also watched a few movies and stuff. It'll say in her journal probably but I'm feeling rather ill right now so I'm not going to go into detail.

That's a strange thing. I was just violently ill a few minutes ago, and Al seems to think it's a bizzare combination between Nestea Zero and Kraft Dinner, but food rarely does that to me. It's just as likely that I've got the stomach flu or something. I'm just going to go to bed now and hope that everything is better in the morning. I think I'll watch a movie downstairs too. To help me sleep.

Night of the Living Dead

My puppy's stomache is growling, so I'll be brief. I can't go to my prom in Picton a) because it's probably going to suck ass and b) because I want to go with my girls in Ottawa and c) because i've already got my ticket in Ottawa. lol

Really though, I'm so damn excited. I could burst. I can't wait to buy the damn dress, I can't wait to pop the damn champagne cork, I can't wait to get into whatever kind of oversized vehicle takes us to the location....

I know I seem like an irritating teenager girl, but in all honesty, it's because I am. Anyone can vouche for me. I don't mind though, this is the last right of passage I wil l have before I am an adult. This is the last shred of true adolesense and childhood that I will be able to share with my cohort. After this it's going to be jobs and university and work and stress and realising that my dreams may be completely unrealistic and my hopes as a child are idiotic and the world is a cruel and melancholy place. I don't want to know that now. I don't accept that. And I won't until I have to face our rank reality for myself. Before I'm starving to death in a gross dorm room with Barbie Undergrad screwing her boyfriend in the room next to me. ("Creak, creak, creak, creak... CREAAAk... sigh.")

Tomorrow Al and I are dressing for semi formal... at school. Mainly because we are totally not going to semi formal tomorrow night. We are staying home and watching horror flicks in our pjs while a hundred girls are being dissapointed about boys not asking them to dance. lol. I'm a little terrified with how the news will be met tomorrow, as we were begged and pleaded to...

I only have a half day tomorrow. Yay.
I hope my mom isn't working the whole day and can pick me up early.
Alysson should be bringing my new Open For Business either in the morning or when she visits me in the afternoon. Either way. Damn! I'm getting it tomorrow.
My mom should be home soon. She will get mad at me for staying up, and then not go to bed for hours herself because she is sinking into the depression caused by losing a loved one.

A Good Comic Laugh

My Snowy Day

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:

The chief export of Chuck Norris is Pain

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.

My poor mum

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

Propose? To me?

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.)

wordless

There are honestly no words....

Which ISU?

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!

Randomest thing ever

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.

A Ladybug's Slumber

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.

Good guacamole

*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 was begining to think I was a lesbian!

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!

Lazy day.

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?

Remember the human...

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!

English Help?

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.

Random spouts of trivia

I have a medical paranoia of fish. Honestly, I cry and shake and stuff.

Just thought I should randomly spout some trivia.

Once you go Mexican...

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!)

See ya in a week

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

Recouperative Week

Well, I feel so much better now that my trip to Mexico is only a couple of days away. I'm aware that I'm not as prepared as I'd like to be. I spent a few days with Alysson lamenting in laziness, playing video games and staying up until the wee hours of the morning. We've had some good times this week though.

I've also been washing summer clothes like mad. (And buying them too.) I got a new bikini and shorts and this really beautiful long, flowy one. (There will be pictures from me wearing it Mexico, I guarantee you.) A lot of earth tones, like usual. I just love earthy colours. A lot of things I buy are hand wash, though, so I've been slaving away over a cold basin scrubbing clothes and hanging them up on a makeshift clothes line downstairs. I've also vaccuumed the entire house today. And done regular laundry aswell. Hopefully later tonight, when I've gotten off the computer, I'll put together all my travel stuff and take inventory. My anal retentive mother has put together a list of all the items we have to pack and next to each item is the amount of the item we have to bring. It's upsetting really. :)

Shorts (3)
Underwear (8)
Skirts (3)

I just can't handle it. *sigh*

A Sigh Of Relief

I am feeling very relieved and happy right now. Throughout this semester I've been working on two projects that have taken up a lot of my time, thoughts and energy. They have been hovering over my shoulder, bothering me, for this entire semester. I'm happy to say that they are both finished. Caput... I stayed up all night yesterday and finally crawled into bed around 5am. I awoke at 6am and showered and got ready for school. My father, who had been listening to the radio in his car, called us to tell us to listen to the radio. It was a long list of bus cancellations. We listened intently for bus 603.... 599, 600, 601, 602, .... 604! DAMN! We were so angry, but we trudged out to the bus stop in the pouring rain and strong wind. We waited in the bus stop for around 20 minutes... The bus never came. So we went back inside and decided to watch Chicken Run because Annie was doing impressions of Mrs. Tweedy and we were getting all riled up. Of course I fell asleep the second I hit the couch. So I slept from about 8:00 to noon. Annie and I ate some quesidillas and then I went over my report again. The printer ran out of black ink, so my entire report is printed in blue ink. (It looks fine. No worries.)

This afternoon I watched Dracula and played on the Sims 2 and got excited about the next expansion pack due out sometime in Spring, March I think. My female sim who was newlywed and pregnant almost died a few times throughout her pregnancy, but she toughed it out and produced a lovely baby boy named Eitan. Eitan was a very smart baby and toddler, and we flew through those terrible years quite quickly. When he grew into a boy we decided that the small bungalow was a bit cramped, so my family packed up and went house hunting. We decided on a 2 storybrick and stucco home with 2 bedrooms and a huge backyard. The kitchen and dining room are perfect and so is the living area. I'm excited to play with them now that I have the time. I'm also excited to play with my PS2. While I've been so busy it's been sitting in our entertainment unit looking very lonely. I may even play it tomorrow after school, (or possibly before).

I'm off to bed. This will have been the earliest I've gone to bed in quite some time. I'm so happy to be getting more than a few hours of interrupted sleep in a row. I have two small assignments to due tomorrow night, and a presentation on the weekend, but those are relatively simple assignments compared to the 30some page report I just finished.

By the way, if you would like to read my report, here it is.

Advice columns say they're not worth it....

The test of any friendship is when you go through a rough time. A good friend will make attempts to reach out to you and hear about your problems and talk them through with you. The worst feeling, however, is when you suddenly realise that most of your friends aren't good friends. At the first instance of trouble they scamper off to their world of perfection and giggles with other people. I have a few good friends who have endured a few years of toil at my hands, but I have recieved my due comeuppance in the form of their problems. I guess my mistake in the past has been to treat everyone as a good friend. I have made a concious effort to remedy that recently. My efforts will probably be met with denial and avoidance. (Al, Keebs... You two are my gold star friends though, so no worries.) I guess I'm just mad that the second I'm not all bubblegum and sugardrops half of my 'friends' have hit the deck. True colours shine through I guess, and their colours are pink and candycorn orange.

Better get to bed...

Well, it took me several hours, but I’ve almost half finished the body copy for my paper due Wednesday. The best news is that I already blasted through the longest toughest part. Because I didn’t think that tomorrow afternoon was enough time to get this puppy finished, I packed up all my research in clearly labeled brown envelopes and all my books and magazines that I’m referencing are coming with me as well. Now I can work on it tomorrow, hopefully during 2nd period, 4th period and lunch. There is an extra 3 hours and 15 minutes. I know that this is severely last minute, but everything has to be this semester. My due dates are all really close together, and all the projects are high intensity. I have two projects that aren’t due until Monday, but they are small projects (a quick essay and a presentation). I might have to drop some social stuff this weekend so that I can finish those puppies up, but I’m pretty sure I can finish them Wednesday and Thursday night. That way I can go out and relax for once in a long time.

You’d think I’d be completely sick of typing since I’ve spent the last several hours of my life doing just that, but I actually feel much better after I get rid of my thoughts onto paper. I feel much more confident when I hear my seemingly sordid situation in a light way.

Sleep deprivation is starting to effect me. I’m getting those little visual hallucinations of bouncing balls of light and they always bounce right out of my vision and I whip around looking for them before I realize it’s just my body telling me to sleep. I’m also hearing little whispers and clicks, but they are so faint and far away, sometimes it seems like voices of people I know. It’s really an odd phenomenon. I think that I am hearing real sounds, but just sort of amplified, like just before you need to pop your ears. (By the way, if any clinical psychologists are reading this and they think that I’m a paranoid schizophrenic or something, gladly tell me.) Quite frankly, I’m getting whiplash from my life and some nice drugs would make me full 110% better.

I better be off to bed, I’m feeling a growing sense of dread. I wish these thoughts would just get out my head before I’m dead, but it would be quite a shame, for I am quite well-read, and not easily led, and I think that these qualities give a person cred.

I’m sorry, sometimes I just spout off rhyme. Especially because I’m exhausted and listening to Bowie during his ‘heavy user’ era.

In a crunch.

I have just seriously considered trying to tape the beat of a song using only the noise of me crunching on carrots. That is what is happening to my mind right now. I would like to take a break from writing about breasts and bums and vaginas, but it is the bed I made, so I will have to sleep in it too. (Perhaps the breasts and bums and vaginas will be there.) I feel severely exhausted, but it’s starting to become euphoric. A strange smile creeps across my face at random times during the day, probably mostly when I’m sitting alone. I’m also very angry and irritable at the same time. I have no patience for people and things that I normally have patience for. (I’m sure the people who really know me, noticed long ago… Yes, Alysson, I see your looks of amusement when I chew out a thumper. LoL.) But in a week’s time, this strange euphoric irritability will be gone, replaced with my relative patience and political correctness. I hope that some of my less fortunate friends will be able to understand that when people go through stress and exhaustion, they really don’t care if they hurt your feelings or not. (In fact, it feels sort of good, boosts your confidence up at a time when you really have none of it.) That, of course, is no excuse, but I’d like to announce that I see a light at the end of this dizzying and nauseating tunnel, so hopefully I will be out in time for my friends to not believe I’ve turned into a complete and utter cunt. I also maintain the hope that the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t some large and frightening vehicle bent on my destruction… That was the tunnel’s intention, it seems.

Exhaustion peaks and I am ready to rest.

I'm feeling extremely exhausted from accumulating sleep debt. I'm having little microsleeps every half hour or so. I guess it's mainly because of demands, failures, setbacks, worries, pressures, and in general, just accumulating stress. I had a migraine yesterday, which only exasterbates the situation. Yesterday I had a bit of a meltdown. I trashed my entire room and it looked a bit like I was robbed. Tomorrow, I'm going to go to my first class, hand in all my assignments for the day, and then go home to my Nana's for sleep. (Well, I'm probably going to go tanning and stuff first.) I'm extremely tired right now, but I think I'm going to stick it out for another half hour. Maybe I'll have a tea and watch My Name is Earl and The Office and then hit the sack. Everything is ready to go in the morning, besides my lack of clean clothing. (Oh well, who cares, I'm only going for an hour and a half anyways.)

If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.