Laundro-FUN

Hi y’all! It behoves me to inform you that I am at the Laundromat. I thought, hmm, what better place to write from!? I’m stuck here for at least an hour with nothing but my thoughts and about a dozen washing machines. The laundry was getting a little ridiculous and the amount of hand washing I was doing indicated it was time to actually buy a roll of loonies and get it all done. Joel has this oversized duffel bag that converts to a backpack. It holds EVERYTHING (besides towels, that’s another day). I’m thinking today I will do clothes and tomorrow I’ll do towels and linens. (I have two mornings off and don’t work until 4pm).

The small European woman was very shocked at my appearance. I’m wearing polka dot tights (only knee length) and a green plaid summer dress- but on my back I have this giant black mass. I essentially look like a giant Beetle walking down the sidewalk. “Why you do so much laundry!!” she demanded. I felt silly and embarrassed that I had left my laundry this long. I, ever quick on my feet, said that I have a roommate who pays me to do their laundry too. She seemed satisfied with that. I will have to keep up with this lie for the rest of my life as long as I know the Laundromat Lady. I think eventually in my “story” this other roommate will move out. (I would say it’s Joel but I had no boy clothes in my bag). Oh the tangled web of lies I spin to save myself from humiliation. Oh man, she’s making some kind of garlicky soup on a hot plate in the convenience store part. JEALOUS. When I got here, I realized I forgot my soap. (As I write, it is sitting out in little perfectly portioned hotel shampoo bottles on my coffee table. I thought I was so clever...); luckily there is the store in the back of the Laundromat. For two of those tide soaps (I split them in half) and a coke it was $3.15. Hmm... My father is deathly allergic to Tide soap so I will just have to never speak to him again. This is upsetting. We like to fail at fishing together and watch McHale’s Navy.

Let me paint you a scene: Wood panelling and drywall... Lime green and yellow floral print chairs, wooden benches and TONS of plants. The Maytags look fairly recent (some even take LOONIES) but the washers are ANCIENT looking. They are built into the wall so it’s safe to assume they’ve been here as long as this building. I’m going to attempt to paparazzo a cell phone picture without arousing suspicion, but the old lady is sneaky... I’ll have to think of a new lie to save myself from having to explain blogs and the internet. I just put in my dryer loads. They only take quarters... how long ago were loonies introduced? These dryers are at least before then. They are silent and efficient killers.

I’m typing up this blog in a word document because a) it looks like I’m working, b) it spell/grammar checks for me and c) because the stolen internet here is crap. AIM and MSN are working but browsing is at a slow crawl. Nobody is online either so its not like its a huge loss. Besides writing, I’m editing pictures of my cats (sigh) and taking in the blast from the past that is this Laundromat.

P.S. There is 100 points and a cookie for Ottawans who can correctly identify this specific Laundromat.

Some Sad and Some Funny

David Carradine hanged himself. I am so shocked. I was going to post a lighthearted bit about my Star Trek waffles, but that all seems so silly now.

Perhaps I will still post about the Star Trek waffles because even when sad stuff happens, you have to keep on laughing. Plus, its not like he was my dad or anything. He's someone's dad, but not mine. Someone somewhere is probably going to blog about Star Trek waffles today and it may as well be me.


"Damnit Jim! I'm a doctor not a WAFFLE!"


Oh Scotty... he got a little scorched too. He was light and fluffy though. Just as you'd expect him to be.

Mucus Rising

Hello one and all!
I break my radio silence again today to tell you that my bronchisauri are inflamed. (I have bronchitis.) Joel is still living with me which is kind of up and down, but mainly up since he's found work. Not GIS stuff but working in a couple of restaurants. Him being home 24/7 and moping around was driving me nuts. Now that he has a job I hope he will find his own place. I doubt it though. He has no plan, he's all over the place. Sometimes he says he wants to stay here for the summer and sometimes he says he wants to go to Alaska... I don't know what's going on with him, but now that he's out of the house I don't really interact with him that much.

Sometimes I wonder if Disney has programmed me to expect the Beast to turn into a Prince just because I'm patient and loving.

I got a raise at work which is lovely, but I've been sick/away for a substantial amount of time since the raise. I have a big test tomorrow and I've not really been able to lift my head off the pillow today. I am emailing my prof to see what my options are. I doubt anything can be done this late, but I really didn't expect to be hit this hard.

So today I need to study study study (my test isn't until 7pm tomorrow night) and then I need to clean the kitchen and bathroom. I miss Meredith and splitting chores 50/50. If Joel moves out I totally want Annie to come spend a week or two with me. We can eat on patios and bake and have picnics and do DIY projects... do sister things.

Well, I just took some dimetane-expectorant and I feel I'll be mildly drowsy soon so that's enough of an update for now... Here are some cat pictures:

Why All The Radio Silence?

Hello everyone. I haven't written at all since Joel came back. To be honest, its because I don't know what to write. It's been so up and down and I don't want to write that everything is perfect but I don't want to post anything overly negative. I love Joel, but I'm finding it very difficult to live with him and I feel like I'm under constant scrutiny.

Sometime he can be very loving and considerate, like making me food, etc.. But he is often really really inconsiderate and rude. He probably the messiest person I know- I don't even want to tell you the things I've found on the floor, and if I tell him about a rule or ask him to do something, its like talking to a child. For example: "Do not eat in the bed" seems to be the hardest rule for him to understand. And today, he was playing GTA and Meredith was coming over so we could watch the new Supernatural before she went to work and asking him to stop playing GTA for 45 minutes was just about the worst thing I could ask him evidently.

Just now, (the reason I decided to post) we were making tempura. I normally never ever try to do any cooking related activities around him because he's very discouraging and is very vocal about how horrible a cook I am. I want to try so I dip in a little eggplant and its very gooey and I was laughing because it was clearly a disaster. He just said: "What a waste! Look at all the batter on your hands! Do you TRY to not do things right!?" He was completely serious too. I just didn't know what to say so I came into my room to write a good old post. (Writing it down makes it feel so much better.)

What bothers me the most is that even though he's completely sweet most of the time, the times that he's an ass and I call my mom to talk about it, she constantly thinks that either a) I'm being too dramatic or b) shouldn't expect him to be considerate, clean, etc because "straight guys don't understand why the dishes have to be washed and the shower scrubbed, when a perfectly good TV show is on or he's playing in excellent game of whatever" ... she goes on to talk about my dad saying "there's certain things he does do, so he does those, and I pick up the slack. In all honesty, we were suppose to be 50/50 with household chores, but the truth is is I do at least 75...maybe 90% of the chores."

I hate that anyone just accepts this sexist (toward both men and women) perspective. Partners are partners. It doesn't matter what their sex/gender is- if they are partners they are considerate, kind and don't expect the other person to pick up the slack. I've made it clear that as soon as he gets a job he has to start looking for his own apartment. I want to be with him, but I can't live with him. I refuse to clean up after him and argue about things like when I get to use my own goddamned tv and hear how horrible I am at cooking.

Phew, I feel better. I'm very grateful that he's here and I'm very happy he came back, but I just want us to be equal- I don't want to fight with him and argue constantly.

Finally!!

Sooo wrong

HERE ANNIE! I DID PENANCE TO YOU FOR GETTING YOU IN TROUBLE AT CAPSLOCKSPN!!!!

BEFORE

AFTER

UR WELCOME
LOVE AMANDA

p.s. the shirt is from here

Efficacy of Condoms

Religious fanatic or poorly crafted satire? You decide.

Spoilers!

My favourite Doctor Who character EVER seems to be making a triumphant return.

SPOILERS

In other news, I'd like to thank the following people for today:

• The popcorn girl who gave me a band aid
• Mario who also gave me a band aid
  
• The bus driver who helped me find Best Buy
  
• Meredith for going with me to Best Buy
  
• The row of unruly gentlemen behind us in the theatre (thank you for being quiet during the actual movie)
  
• Lastly, but not leastly: the Geek Squad guy at Best Buy who found a creative and sneaky way of fixing my problem for free in time tofinish up all my papers for this week!!
  

Thanks to ALL THOSE PEOPLE for saving me today.

This Is... GIF MADNESS

Muhahaha... this is only the BEGINNING!


Many years ago during "Small Universe"


In Alaina's car trapped in the garage.


Alaina trying to get out of the parking structure.


Joel in Venice.


Joel in Venice 2


Meredith screaming "JUST GO" at Alaina trying to exit parking structure.


Meredith screaming: "RAM THEM!" at Alaina...


Meredith dancing and me filming her without her knowledge.


My signature move.

There are many many many more to come my chicklets.

Sims 3 Personality

So the new sims 3 lets you pick 5 wonky personality traits to customize your sims. I'm trying to create friends and family.

Me:
Lucky
Insane
Excitable
Charismatic
Absent Minded

Dad:
Family oriented
Heavy sleeper
Natural cook
Handy
Flirty

Meredith:
Hates the outdoors
Good
Light sleeper
Clumsy
Bookworm

Now I just have to do Mom, Annie, Alysson, Joel, etc... Any suggestions? Here is the list of traits and what they mean. Also, people can't be conflicting. Like they can't be Good and Evil and they can't be both a light sleeper and a heavy sleeper, etc.

Waiting for Him

I can't sleep! I feel like I when I was little and I could barely stand the short wait until Christmas!! Tom Jones keeps being creepy and singing in my head whenever I go into a daydream about reuniting in the airport.

Strombo Gumbo

I'd hate him if I didn't love him so much!!




Reasons I Shouldn't Love Him

• his last name
• his fucking earing/nose ring
• he WOULD be on twitter
• this stupid jacket
• his horrible interviews ("True or false, did you choose that role because you got to wear an eye patch?")
• the way he kisses EVERYONE'S ass- its painful to watch
• his doughy, pasty face and his bad bad hair
• how he creepishly stares at people while he's interviewing them... like he wants to have sex with them or slow cook them
• how he interviews people for 35 minutes and doesn't edit (it would seem) the super boring responses... Strombo: You are not fucking James Lipton!!

This is the first part of his giant Tom Cruise interview. The only good part is when he asks Tom if his friends made fun of him for the couch jumping and Tom responded that he deserved all the jokes he got about it. Tom Cruise works the words "download" and "hardcore" into his interview in a way that will mortify his children. Tom Cruise reminds me of my Uncle Steve in almost every way except the scientology thing.

Never Miss A Laugh

This was my favourite scene in the movie. I wish guys were allowed to kiss in movies back then.

"My cemetery is in Keepiscane [sp?]. It’s one of the prettiest in the world. Lovely trees, the sky is blue, the birds- the one in Las Copa [sp?] is really shit. What a pain in the ass you are. Its true- you’re not young and you’re not new and you do make people laugh. And me? I’m still with you because you make me laugh- so you know what I’ve got to do? I’ve got to sell my plot in Keepiscane so I can get one next to you in that shit hole Las Copa [sp?] So I never miss a laugh."
-Armand, The Birdcage

This was my favourite scene in the movie. I wish guys were allowed to kiss in movies back then.

Group Schmoop

My April Fool's day was going so well. I had convinced the majority of my friends and family that I was engaged only to crush their hopes and laugh in their faces. I felt wonderful. Then I had to get down to work, which is fine... that's the way life goes...

Until a group started complaining that I wasn't doing enough "work"... Sigh. Here's the thing about group projects in university:

I have a group project for every class. 5 groups. Thats roughly 15 other people that I have to coordinate my life with. I do what I can do and I can't let one group get more attention than the others. It sucks but that's why group work is a bitch. Only this one group has complained that I don't participate enough (even though I devote more time to them than to anybody else.

Fuck this. I'm taking a break to make JELLO!

P.S. Tomorrow is the day Meredith and I are devoting to finishing our Umbanda project. UMBANDA DAAAAY!!

Special Announcement

Any of you who have me on facebook or twitter are probably wondering what's going on with the engagement. This should clear up any questions you have.

Oh Boy!!!

Guess the Playlist

I like to have different playlists for different moods. Guess my current mood from my current playlist. :P It shouldn't be hard.

Post Secret

This is the best Post Secret ever!! (That I've seen recently anyway.)

Twitard

Listen, I know everyone loves Twilight; for lols or for realz-whatever. My best friend even loves it. Last weekend at the hostel two girls grilled me for not liking it and I didn't really say anything in response because I think taste isn't good or bad but subjective. I love Logan's Run... and its really not any technically better in the eyes of most people. If someone said: "Why do you dislike Twilight?" my simple and honest answer would be: "It is a true fuck you to the female sexual liberation movement, that's why."

I want to say something right now because two more girls at the hostel (I'm at work) just bitched me out for not liking it again. I didn't say anything I wanted to because I didn't want to get into a silly argument. I pretty much just said I didn't like the writing or the characters and left it at that. Because I couldn't say what I wanted to say to them and I never have really said what I think I will say it now.

I felt that the movie (I haven't been able to get past the first chapter in the book) was a very blatant allegory about abstinence. I felt that it was all about denying ourselves what is natural: biologically and emotionally. The main character is an impossibly ostentatious teenage girl who is, as a literary element, hollow and idealistic. She falls for a creepy century old sparkly vampire who is constantly watching her and appearing at opportune times.

The chick desperately yearns to be literally bitten by the vampire but also wants his sex. He refuses because he doesn't want to "taint" her soul. Even though her "outrageous flavour" is like a pie on the proverbial windowsill he contains himself because he loves her.

What bothers me about this flick is that the male protagonist is solely responsible for making moral decisions and chicki-poo is seen as not capable of making such a decision of her own accord. Whenever she does make a decision, such as meeting antagonist!vamp, they are always the wrong choice- the immoral decision.

P.S. I couldn't not mention this factor. haha
"What's that at the end of my nose? Oh, the rest of the fucking world! ahahaha"

Seriously Offended

If this was meant as satire or humour I missed it completely. I can't take it as a joke. I'm sorry if I look like I don't have a sense of humour, but about this I don't. Sadly, I think these people really honestly believe what they are saying. I've never been so offended. What bothers me even more is that this is the image being projected to Americans about Canada. I didn't think Americans like this actually existed, I thought it was just a silly stereotype. I guess not.

Check out the Globe and Mail article for a rundown of his ignorance.

Americans: Don't believe this. Its ignorant, its offensive, and it completely crosses the line.

@BillSchulz I really couldn't hate anybody more than I hate you right now. You are an ignorant, spiteful imbecile. Read a fucking book.

EGBOK

An open letter to everyone in the entire world,

EGBOK

"everything's gonna be ok"

Just remind yourself, EGBOK. Today, after picking soggy hairballs from the shower drain, today when I thought "Boy, your boyfriend is really doesn't give a damn about you", today when I ate Kraft Dinner and the dairy caused tummy unpleasantness: I stood up, wiped the tears from my eyes and said to myself... "Self, EGBOK."

If you are feeling super horrible, like I was earlier, just remember that EGBOK. EGBOK. EGBOK.

We all feel crappy, and worthless, and dejected, and sick, and alone, and lonely, and unloved, and ugly, and useless, and dead, and, to be quite general, like the lint that has been blown out the window, not even loved by the fuzzy sweater from whence it was birthed, squeezed into life by heat and swirly air fluff settings, only to be rejected.... We are worth more then that! Even though you don't feel like it, you are worth more than that. I promise you that there is at least one person that loves you so much that they'd hurl themselves in front of a train, leap from the Grand Canyon or drop into a ravine of stampeding wildebeast just for you.

You may be the first person who invents a spray that vapourizes dog poo! You could be that person! So whenever you feel like giving up, just remember... EGBOK! For your sake, and for the sake of poo-steppers everywhere.

The Sims 3

Damnit!! Why did it have to be pushed back!? Why am I being tortured like this!? Why am I soo emotionally invested in a casual game??? I don't know. But I'm almost 100% sure Grant is not a Sims fan!

Moderate Apartment Progress

I think I've found an apartment! I'm going to sign the lease tomorrow!! Lets wish and hope and pray to Doctor Who/God/Morgan Freeman that everything works out. Until then I will fantasize and daydream about design decision I will soon be able to make!!












I want to do this with my cupboards of the future!!! How awesome and functional??

Via Apartment Therapy

How Kevin Bacon Saved the Day!!

This St. Pat's started out horribly. (None of our friends wanting anything to do with us.) I felt really dejected and depressed. But Meredith and I decided to have fun on our own. We had little appetizers and cocktails and watched dancing movies (Flashdance and Footloose) and then we did lots of dancing ourselves. Then we went to the diner. When I say "went" I mean "footloosed" to the diner. It was so fun. Just footloosing the whole way there. And everyone was just like: "We're all crazy drunk!!" But I wasn't crazy drunk. Just happy and feeling excellent from dancing.

I got an excellent Western Omelette (no ham) on some whole wheat toast. It came with french fries which I didn't eat so I got it to go. I was footloosing down the street and in the Byward Market building there were these two older homeless guys who cheered me on and asked me for change. I didn't have any but I asked if they would like my french fries and they were like: "Sure!" so I gave them my french fries and danced onwards. They called me Sweetheart which I love. I got a bit tired halfway home (going up the hill footloosing is harder than going down the hill footloosing).

We started watching the Birdcage when we got home but were too tired. So we're just going to sleep in and watch it in the morning.

In light of how wonderful and liberating my dancing felt tonight I decided to post some clips of my favourite all time dancing scenes!!!

Everything in Strictly Ballroom


Yul Brenner in The King and I


Teaching Willard to Dance (Footloose)

P.S. Christopher Penn, John Lithgow, and Dianne Weist(sp?) won my heart in this movie. Chris Penn especially. Look at him learning to dance!!!! His solo at the end just melts my heart.

Shall We ダンス

I couldn't find any of the good dancing scenes from this movie, but its essentially about a stuffy business man learning to ballroom dance. It's one of my favourites. I'm attempting to find the whole movie online somewhere. It's not really a movie about ballroom dancing as much as it is a movie about self expression. It's beautiful! I also defy anyone to not be charmed by a significantly younger Kôji Yakusho.

P.S. This all reminds me of staying up late with Joel in a Czech hotel watching scary ballroom dance competitions. haha.

Jelly Bellies!

Here are my top Jelly Bean flavours!!

1. Pink Grapefruit
2. Buttered Popcorn
3. Doctor Pepper
4. Green Apple
5. Wild Blackberry


P.S. You can see my T.A.R.D.I.S. piggy bank in the background of this picture.
P.S.S. They totally look like dinosaur eggs!!

Apartment Hunting

Firstly, I'd like to present my cat Olivia kneading and suckling my housecoat... *sigh* I know I'm a cat lady. Don't patronize me



This is so frustrating. This is my second month of apartment hunting. I've applied to countless places and seen SO MANY apartments. Its so disappointing. It really makes me not want to leave this apartment. I have no choice though. Please Doctor Who/God/Morgan Freeman: Let me find a decent 1 bedroom apartment within 15 minutes walking distance to the school for under $850 (including utilities)... PLEASE! I saw two apartments this morning. One was FABULOUS and perfect in everyway except another couple applied for it already. I'm next if their credit check or something falls through. :( BOO URNS.

Then I saw another place in a highrise which was very spacious and bright but not as well-maintained as I'd like. The windows panes were metal too. UGLY. I'd have to have some really nice window treatments going on. And the balcony felt as if it was going to crumble under my feet. Very nerve wracking. I spent the next hour wandering up and down each street in Sandy Hill (on the Rideau side of Laurier). I called countless places and left messages so hopefully a bunch of those will get back to me. Now tomorrow I'm seeing three apartments in the span of an hour. One at 3:30pm, one at 4:15pm, and another at 5pm. At least they are all in the same neighbourhood. I have a feeling that they will all be a bit sketchy.

In other news, caught up with Flight of the Conchords last night and downloaded Star Treks 2&4. I will watch them alone this afternoon like a losaaaar.

Firstly: OMG BRET!GLASSES!


Secondly, BIZARRE INSTRUMENTS!



WHAT THE HECK ARE THESE?



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And lastly but not leastly(??) SHORT SHORTS. Jemaine peen was very prevalent throughout this episode. I'd Garfunkle him anyday!

New Photoshop Brushes

I also made this calendar desktop wallpaper. It sort of shows how bad I want spring to get here. I am also eager to show off my new photoshop brushes grifted from the bowels of of th tubes (deviantart).

I'll share an inferior version with you here.
The full resolution of my monitor (1280x800) is too big for photobucket to handle so unless you want me to email it to you or something, TOO BAD! It's just for me anyways. Now NOBODY will have the same wally as me. (I'm trying to encorporate the term "wally" as desktop background... I don't know why, I just like to screw with linguistics.)

Look at this totally creepy brush (click for the big version):

Friday Morning Anger... AND CUTE DECOR

Dear lord. This women's studies prof will be the end of me. She is such an idiot. Tell me... how the hell is "The L Word" an accurate representation of the lesbot community? ITS NOT! "OMG! LETS HAVE SEX AND BE CURATORS!" Also, I like how to be bisexual on that show its like you had to drain a baby of its blood and use it as bathwater or something.

Now, during the rest of this class's ridiculous conversation about how "empowering" this glorified soap opera is, I'm just going to check out interior design websites.

Missed Opportunity

Do you ever think of something hilarious but know you'll never get the opportunity to actually use it. I was just thinking that if I were a dude and I shaved my head into a shamrock pattern for St. Pat's day I might say something like: "I'm not lucky, I'm just shorn that way."

If only these opportunities came up more often.

In other news, how can I get my twitter synced up to my livejournal and blogger accounts? I would love if all my daily tweets went up in one post at the end of the day.

Thanks betches.

P.S.

P-R-E-T-T-Y

Um... I guess I got an alibi now?
Do the Ugly/Pretty photo meme. 6 BW Face Portraits. 3 UGLY! 3 PRETTY!
P.S. Fair warning- when I wear makeup I get a little drag queenish.

U-G-L-Y

I'm afraid I ain't got no alibi.

Sometimes I feel like nobody sees me. It's my worst fear. Selfish, but true. It's not like I think I'm the smartest, most beautiful, fabulous-beyond-belief person in the entire universe. I just want people to see me and validate me as the not smart, not beautiful, not fabulous person I am. Does that make sense to you? There are so many things and people I love for their imperfections and I want people to see mine.

I was about to go to bed and I took out my contacts and couldn't see. I decided to take some pictures of myself whithout my contacts (I wouldn't be able to see myself to "pose" like normal.) I only took a few shots because I feel disoriented when I can't see anything. These are the pictures that actually focused/didn't cut off most of my face. You can click through for ginormous pore exposing versions (they are scaled down from the originals on my computer).

P.S. I made them black and white for dramatic effect. I wanted them to look old. Like they weren't from 2009 or any time in particular.







Don't feel pressured to comment. This is in introspective post. I almost made it private but that would sort of negate the purpose.

A Cat's Life

How do my cats live? In a lap of LUXURY! That's how! Their new favourite treats are by Zuke's. They are seriously addicted. More addicted than those whiskas treats. The whiskas treats my as well be little carboard bits for all they care. Buyer beware, your cat will won't go back.

My cats also have their own "furniture" which include a box of toys (also a bed sometimes), a little box bed, their cat carriers (now cat condos), and a cat sized couch. I shit you not.

Blogger is too crappy to upload pictures right now, but they exist. Ohhhh yes. I have some pictures on my photobucket that I took for my landlord to show the apartment. Olivia attempted to ruin EVERY picture.







"Oh! You're taking a picture here? How clumsy of me to fall and expose my soft fluffalicious tummy region!"

For Rent

For info, contact my landlord, George.



I'm sad to leave the place. It's my little cosy home. Meredith is likely going to Alberta this summer and I can't afford it by myself. (And I don't want a roomie.)

It's a three story walk up on Laurier East just before Friel. 5 minutes to UofO.

2009 FANDOM STEEL CAGE MATCH MARCH MADNESS

Choosing between Dr. Cox and GOB Bluth was just about the hardest thing I have EVER done including my 13 year stint at a convent in Tibet.

Second hardest thing after that was choosing which one of these banners to use. I chose Jemaine for adorableness + awkwardness.

Daylight Savings

GAH!
I woke up and all the clocks were different times!!! My phone said it was 4:11, my alarm clock said 5:30, the microwave said 6:39!!! The microwave is right of course. I'm so mad! I didn't have time to shower, I just brushed hair into ponytail, brushed teeth, contact lenses, clean clothes, out the door. I look/feel disgusting and I'm starving and I'm not really awake yet.

Can you feed the kitties? I'm sure they will be ravenous by now and "reminding" you gently anyway. I didn't have time to grab my food either. If you have time later could you bring the remaining raviolis and a little sauce? If you don't have time I'll just order food but I'd like to try to avoid spending precious moolah on fancy food when I have fancy food at home.

I'm going to try and nick breakfast from the continental breakfast buffet. Sorry if I left a mess in my wake. I need to tidy when I get home, but I really didn't have time to watch what I was doing.

--
Amanda Stanley
University of Ottawa

Design Daze

Oh god. So much horirble alliteration. Meredith has found a website of 99 things you have to see on the intertubes. So if you are behind, check out what you've been missing. Meredith is a fan of the grape stomp. Anyway, I'm sitting in class looking at apartmenttherapy and accruing interior design ideas I'll probably never use.


















A sweet DIY pillow customizer! Boring to awesome!!

























This awesome artist!!! Need to get prints!

A Mess

My apartment is a mess. I have to wake up early for my 8:30 class... My mom is coming tomorrow and to help me pack and look for apartments.

Boo urns I say. BOO URNS. Oh well, I like my messy room and my stinky cats and I'm excited for my mom to come. Meredith and I have picked out songs to sing to her on Singstar to herald her arrival. *sigh*

Speaking of musical theatre, this is from one of the best movies EVAR!!

Work Morning

Good morning lads and lasses.

Skyped with Joelio this morning and remembered why I friggin love that guy so much. Its irritating but I can't complain. haha. Even if he doesn't come back ever, I am totally hooked on the guy. *sigh* In hilarious news, he ripped his fav corduroys in the crotch. And doesn't seem to want to chuck them out. He may or may not attempt to sew them up himself. This could be dangerous. I'm glad I won't be there to see the blood flow.


I'm at the hostel until 7pm. I love working Sunday morning at the hostel. LOVE IT! This morning I'm eating chocolate and drinking coffee. The adorable intern from Germany brought chocolate. Bless her heart. And "Sentimental Journey" is on the oldies AM station. If you go to their website they advertise hearing aids and stuff. Shows their target audience I guess. Its going to be SO WEIRD when Justin Timberlake music is "oldies" or Britney Spears.

Techno-Mom? I Wish

People complain about their moms on facebook and getting into technology. Personally, I don't only want a techno-mom but a techno-grandma! I make every attempt to get my matriarchal elders into this new world. My mom has a Zune and Facebook and trolls Livejournal for fanfiction. My nana has Skype and Facebook and a kick ass Mac Desktop. Seriously, Nana has her "25 Things About Me" all written up. (She needs a little help making a facebook note, but you know, its progress.)

My dad has two laptops and is an electrical engineer but he needs just as much help as my mom nowadays. Part of their dining table configuration next to the salt and pepper is a Mini Crumb Vacuuming Robot.

They can't seek and download stuff like movies, music, etc themselves but my little sister (16) is slowly introducing him to the free open source software world with firefox and clam antivirus, VLC, etc and he's astounded at the amount of freeware in the world.

I took the picture of my mom with her Zune while she was loading the dishwasher. I said: "Show me your Zune," and she yelled, "WHAT?" because she had her headphones in and doesn't realize that I can hear her but she can't hear me. Noob.

Another Planet

Is it just me, or does everyone totally get creeped out when they cross over the threshold of a small town. I think maybe I'm just paranoid, but I feel like everyone is just staring and glaring and you really feel like you are an outsider. In the city, even a small one, you are just another fishy swimming along. Here I feel like me and the other visitors are being sized up- which one of us is perfect to be sacrificed to the harvest god? Which one of our death's will best ensure the next years harvest? A mammoth gourd is really the biggest priority.

I'm here to finish some papers and also to be inspected by the local hooga booga instructor for attached entities. I say that with complete respect as I totally feel a bit followed around lately. Again, could be the paranoia, but it could also be a supernatural entity feeding off my emotional vulnerability. Doesn't hurt to get checked out


I worked night shift, all alone, all summer and really only a few Doctor Who episodes scared me. Lately things have happened like doors closing and locking behind me, door unlocking and opening after I closed and locked them, smelling smoke (not cigarette smoke), knocking from empty locked rooms, flashlights and light bulbs not working, people showing up on the camera in the parking lot but when I look out the window- nobody. Just that kind of general creepiness.

So yeah, hooga booga instructor, here I come.

Fuming Mad

I had a project due with a partner tomorrow but at the beginning of the week she fell and injured her back. She had to go home to her parents so she could have back sugery and be driven to the hospital every day (not to mention have someone to help her as she couldn't walk).

She emailed the professor about getting an extension because there was no way we could collaborate and finish this project in time. She had no internet access at her parent's house, just phone. She relayed to me that the professor said we can either try to hammer it out together or hand in individual assignments (doing twice the work mind you) on Friday (tomorrow morning at 8:30am) but we couldn't have an extension. We decided we'd try to hammer it out together the best we could over the phone as it would be easier than all attempting the work of two people in half the time.

My partner emailed the professor again earlier today saying there was no way we could do it and if we could please have an extension. She included her doctor's note and explained the situation further (no internet access, etc). Around 11pm tonight the professor emailed me saying that I have to hand in my individual assignment tomorrow morning or be subject to penalty but my partner gets an extension. She did not explain her expectations for an individual assignment and she stressed that I was instructed from the get go to hand in an individual assignment.

However this is the first email I've received from the professor regarding the matter. Its midnight. I have an exam tomorrow. I have no idea what she wants. I can't do all of my partner's research and write both halves of the essay tonight in time for class tomorrow or study for my midterm. What the fuck. Tomorrow I'm going to have to talk to her and if she doesn't give me an extension then I have to figure out some way to appeal this (I have no idea where I'd go).

If her decision stands, I fail the course. I can't hand it in tomorrow and the next day I can hand it in is next Monday. I receive a 5% late penalty every day including the weekend until I hand it in. I would fail the assignment and therefore have to get perfect on all my other assignments and the exam in order to pass.

I'd like to remind my dear readers that I pay $500 a course essentially. (That figure is rounded down.) There is no way I'm putting up with this.

I still have to study for my midterm and wake up in 7 hours. I am FUMING mad. FUMING.

BRING IT ON WHORE!!!