Should I become pregnant (ever), please remind me to do this:
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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.
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.
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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.
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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.
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.
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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.
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.
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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.
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.
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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.
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.
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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.
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.
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Today was a lovely half day and I loved every minute of it. I skipped through school and then went to Alysson's house. We watched Faust and a Batman movie... I napped a bit and we went outside and played in the snow. The snow was too powdery to make any snowmen (or their snowwomen...) so I just rolled around in the snow and froze mee wee fingers off.
So here are so pics and video:
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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.
Namely the soundtrack for the movie Seven and this other mix type cd with Spice Girls and Jewel (so 90's... I know) on it. Annie and I grooved to the Spice Girls... it was odd.
I am dead tired, but happy. Isn't that the best feeling in the world. I could pass out at any moment, but I have a strange and completely out-of-character moment of pure joy. Maybe it's mood enhancing drugs. Like crack. (Btw Al, thanks sista for hookin' me up.)
Today mom watched a documentary on Chippendale dancers. I walked into her room and she was just sitting and watching them with a glazed over, yet perverted look in her eye. She turned to me and said in a very creepy middle-aged woman sort of way: "I went to see the Chippendales once.... They were so lovely... One sat on my lap..." I'm slightly disturbed, but as Annie says, time to repress another memory.
Mum is taking me shopping tomorrow with Alysson. I hope I get to drive. Actually, it's very snowy out there, so perhaps I don't want to. When driving home from town during a blizzard, my pa turns to take the road that sort of cuts through the mountain instead of going around and up. Of course, it's pure ice and we get about half way up the hill before our tires spin and there is just no way we are moving any farther. I thought to myself: My! Who could have predicted this!?
He likes to take that route because it is a kilometre shorter, and it saves on gas. (We were in the tiny rental car, which was partly accountable for our poor luck on the 90 degree slip-and-slide of death.)
*Sigh* Well, I suppose I better hop into bed on account of my early wakeup call tomorrow. Al, I'll call you before we leave mkay? Or do you want me to call you to wake you up an hour or so beforehand? We are going to pick you up at 10am, so we will probably be leaving here around 9:15-9:30.... Allllrighty then.
It angers me that there are cuffs- No shirt, just cuffs.
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Well, my family is once again being thrown into a semi-soap opera kind of arena. My mom keeps losing everyone she loves and it's really hard to sit and watch, not being able to do anything. Especially in the delicate circumstance of this newest crises. It seems that everytime she starts to heal from one blow to the soul, another thing comes along and she starts the struggle for her sanity all over again. All I can do is hug her and wipe her tears and give her advice, and I really haven't experienced enough life to give her proper advice, but I just gotta do what I gotta do I guess. This bit of song kind of explains the conflict she is having right now, but you'll really only understand it if you understand the situation, which I'm not going to post for the world to see.
And so once again
My dear Johnny my dear friend
And so once again you are fightin' us all
And when I ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall
Oh, my friend
How did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum
You say I have turned
Like the enemies you've earned
But I can remember
All the good things you are
And so I ask you please
Can I help you find the peace and the star
Oh, my friend
What time is this
To trade the handshake for the fist
And so once again
My dear Johnny my dear friend
And so once again you are fightin' us all
And when I ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall
Oh, my friend
How did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum
You say I have turned
Like the enemies you've earned
But I can remember
All the good things you are
And so I ask you please
Can I help you find the peace and the star
Oh, my friend
What time is this
To trade the handshake for the fist
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I'm not saying that I particularly want to get married, but I found this huge page on "How to propose" from MSN and it is actually really sweet to read.
This was from the section: Show her the kid in you (My favourite section):
Draw a hopscotch board on the sidewalk and invite her out for a game. Once she has succumbed to a little childhood play, replace the pebble you're using with the real rock!
Spell your proposal out in glow-in-the-dark star stickers on your ceiling. Get into bed, turn the lights off, and wait for the inevitable gasp.
Write "Will You Marry Me?" on the underside of a kite and take flight one warm, breezy afternoon.
Spell out your proposal with refrigerator magnets.
Scratch your proposal into the frost on her car's windshield.
If it's Easter season, paint one word each from the phrase "Will you marry me?" on four eggs and hide them with the rest, so she has to find them all to make a complete sentence. Definitely make "marry" the hardest egg to find. You can throw in other eggs with funny verbs painted on them to throw your egghead off -- like kick, tickle, and love.
Click here for the original page.
My perfect proposal would have something to do with a Rocky Horror Picture Show thing....
Just before the end of the movie, my whoever it is, says he has to go to the bathroom, but really goes to get dressed like Dr. Frankenfurter. Then he goes on stage and proposes with the Tim Curry voice and everything. (The high heels will be hot.)
This was from the section: Show her the kid in you (My favourite section):
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.)
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For my philosophy ISU, which project should I choose, (I like both equally I think)?
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!
SEE TABLE
Damn guys, I made a table. How weird is that? Anyways, I'm writing up my proposal tonight or tomorrow, so some input would rock... Totally, dude... (ette) whatever you are.
OH! Today in Law, we had to pretend to be monks and take a vow of silence for an entire class (pft, right), and we were all ushered into the library to read 'City of God' by St. Augustine by candlelight. Plus, they played Gregorian Chant, which, I don't care who you are, raises a titter or two. Then, all of a sudden, on the Gregorian Chant mix tape, some crazy light contemporary jazz came on, and we were all confused, and Meagan was like: What? Are we in an elevator now?
We all cracked up laughing, then she mimed an elevator and it was great. We were all laughing so hard. Then we went on about who would be Mother Superior and who would be whatever else is in the clergy... .... ... lol ... eunichs... I'm glad I don't have testicles- Wait! Neither do they! (Come to think of it, neither does Jack Layton, I think Harper keeps them in a velvet lined case, ready for him to juggle at his leisure to burn off the stress of being the biggest dick face in the nation... And also a vampire, bitches!
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I think that many would agree that this is the most random video ever? Jury?
Randomest Thing Ever
P.S. Hey, I was bored man. I can't help getting bored. Even though I have a million things to do. It just happens man, don't hassle me.
Randomest Thing Ever
P.S. Hey, I was bored man. I can't help getting bored. Even though I have a million things to do. It just happens man, don't hassle me.
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I have pulled a muscle in my lower back and I am feeling it babe. It is aching so much, and it's going down my leg aswell. (Not ciatic Sp?). I'm pretty sure it was because I barely pulled a stretch or 4 a day in Mexico, and now I'm jumping back into the old routine, probably building up lactic acid or whatever. Well, I'm going to have to build up that stretchiness again I guess.
I just watched Miami Ink for a few hours while I was doing some homework, and I am in love with those boys. They make my day. Unfortunately, as Alysson said earlier today, 'it gives me tattoo cravings'. I love to be drawn on. It's like getting a massage or my hair done or something. I think perhaps that I love these things because I'm craving physical contact. (Btw, I'm trying to upload some of her artwork from my phone right now. We'll see how it works.)
Well, I must head to bed. I came online with several notions in my head that I needed to get out into the world, but they seem to have all floated away out the end of my fingertips as I typed out more menial things (like aches and pains.)
I'm going to get those pictures online tonight, but I'm actually probably heading to bed very soon. Plus, I'm disturbing an ancient ladybug's slumber and I don't feel right about it. G'night loves.
I just watched Miami Ink for a few hours while I was doing some homework, and I am in love with those boys. They make my day. Unfortunately, as Alysson said earlier today, 'it gives me tattoo cravings'. I love to be drawn on. It's like getting a massage or my hair done or something. I think perhaps that I love these things because I'm craving physical contact. (Btw, I'm trying to upload some of her artwork from my phone right now. We'll see how it works.)
Well, I must head to bed. I came online with several notions in my head that I needed to get out into the world, but they seem to have all floated away out the end of my fingertips as I typed out more menial things (like aches and pains.)
I'm going to get those pictures online tonight, but I'm actually probably heading to bed very soon. Plus, I'm disturbing an ancient ladybug's slumber and I don't feel right about it. G'night loves.
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*Sigh* is there anything better in life than good guacamole? Really? Is there? Damn, my mom makes good guacamole.
Well, today I went to school. I went to bed at a decent hour last night, and had a thoroughly enjoyable day. (Despite it being a Monday.) My English teacher is on a Nicotine patch, but the woman might as well be going cold turkey. Everyone was grumpy today besides me.
Marie came at lunch and she showed me Jordan's wedding pictures. (That was odd.) Then we went to Tim Horton's and met up with some people at a pizza place a few blocks away.
Marie is leaving for Calgary at the end of the week and I'm going to miss her face off. Hopefully we are going out Friday. She needs a change of scenery. It'll do her so much good to go on a wee adventure. Plus she needs to see her lovey dovey as well. She has a good lovey dovey... all mine have been crazy. Perhaps I need a good one. Who knows? Not me, that's for sure. Plus, right now I'm not really excepting white lovey doveys, and on account of my current location, I may be a bit lonely.
Well, that is all for now. I have a few hundred pages of text book to read tonight, and I better get a move on.
Plus, I'm updating myspace blog now... Even though I hate it's bloody guts.
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.
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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!
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!
