I'm taking Marilyn to the doctor, the wonderful doctor of...hell why not...OZ!

*mummble mummble*

A-mec hasn't payed me in a month. A month!
I've spent all the money that ben lent me for this job and all the money I had saved on GAS for this bloody job.
Though I only have 3 days left of this bs. But for those three days I had to borrow money from my father for gas to get back down to Viking.

Bastards.

In other job related news; after this little car counting expedition I'm going to be *drum roll* Making coffee! hey hey, stop laughing. Their paying me 12 bucks an hour so that I don't worry about geting SARS or whatever the parasite of the day is now.
um...note; its at the university hostpital.

zerg...HATS!

Work! lots!
Money! Not here!
WTF!

Sometimes, as I sit in my car I wonder what it would be like for all teh feilds around me to light on fire, consuming me and everything else.

I imagnine I wouldn't like it very much if it really can down to it, though it would look splendid wouldn't it?

zoom zoom

I got home last night for SubUrbs tired and sick really looking forward to going to bed and relaxing. *shakes head* How does being sick equate to having thoughts going through my head a million miles an hour about really odd stuff? I don't think I got a solid hours worth of sleep, though I do feel somewhat rested.
I had really weird dreams about new city and being shot. It just didn't make any sense.

Today;

ORIGAMI bitchasssss

We rock your socks, you just don't know it yet.
wait, origami AFTER my interveiw at Yum Foods Canada. I figure I should keep that placment open for when this car counting thing is done. *nods* I'm thinking ahead, I am.

Watches? Wallets?...Pleasure?

Whats been going on?
Um...a whole lot of nothing I guess. I can't remember much, I would have to have Marilyn come by here and do a post.
Of what I do remember; there was an accident and I did emergancy response and had my athority subverted my a PMSing offduty parametic. Fucking cunt.
I've also been reading trainspotting, if you couldn't tell by my sudden swearing there.

I rode the bus for...over 5 hours today, that was sick. I hate people so much. If I didn't have music I would have to go on a murderous rampage at least 3 times a day. Probably two times in the morning...

*thinks*

Still looking for a job, ok, so I'm not looking awful hard. But I'm starting to really put nose to grindstone tonight. Marilyn doesn't have the time to do this shit for me so I'm actually going to have to navigate these crazy job sites myself.

I'm going to go and...do that.

I'm happy cause my car is all washed and looking good, which is nice for me. No more egg and pizza for me!

Today is going to be a perfectly fucking normal day, do you hear me?
we're going to take pictures and go shopping and its going to be nice
god-damb-it

*happyhappyhappy*

I got my very first filling today. It didn't hurt at all, the only part I didn't like was that my lip was numb for a while there and I looked like a stroke victim.

So that was exciting.

I should go back to work...and work.

more later.

ow...

I think i buggered up my neck a little bit last night, which isn't good at all because that means I'm going to seem a little bit more lathargic and therefore give sandra a reason to be angry with me. *doom*

*sigh*
so many pretty nice boys, so little time or inclination to do anything about it.
maybe if I'm not so bloody tired next saturday, depending on whats going on.

There's more to say, but I'm tired now...so perhaps I will come back and say it later.

The dislocated SPINE!

I need to find a new job.
On one hand Carlton isn't giving me any hours because they think I already have another job (what?).
On the other Sandra, at headcase, is CALLING ME AT HOME to bitch about me leaving the stapler on the counter. *shakes head* seriously? cuz I don't need that shit.
SO, I'm looking into some data entry positions, some reception positions. I'm aiming for an income from 12 to 15 an hour. I need to save for school and what not so that would really help. Getting paid seven bucks an hour just doesn't cut it. It pays for gas, food and a few minor incidentals. I need to get my car fixed, I can't afford to have a shitty job.

So, throw that stress on me and I have all the reason in the world to be able to legitimitly freakout, but I haven't. So thats good. Nervous energy is keeping me going for a lot of the time here, might not be sooo healthy, but I'm sure that there are marketing executive that live off of stress and don't have a heart attack until their at LEAST 30. I should be fine.

I need to go, and get ready for the doom that is work.
*dance dance*

O, speaking of which,we have the option for fire, or dancing tonight. I wonder which would be better. Espechially after my little realization about paul. *goes to her thinking spot* I'm sure it will come to me.

wheee ooo

Haven't been up to much at all...well thats kind of a lie but I honestly couldn't tell you what I've been up to because frankly I can't remember.

I now what I have to do tommorow though;
-get up
-pay bens traffic tickets
-go to my dental appointment
-go to headcase and grab my check
-cash check
-go to Carlton and work for 4 hours

Its a busy day...

*explodes into confettee*

fucking spelling...

A-HA!

I've done it!
Figured it out!

I'll nap with the door to the offic closed but the store door open so when people come up the hall way I can hear them jump up and come out of the office!

I'm so devious

I'm just so tired

I need to sleep, for at least 6 hours, though my body is craving 12. All this work and going out to other peoples places has worn me right out and there's still saturday to contend with, and then sunday at the hat store, and monday->wendsday at carlton moving boxes around. I'm going to die a horrible death. One that involves face planting into a sufficating puddle of mud, something along those lines.

I need to change my diet so I don't get sick again. No more candy and junk food, I need to eat good stuff when I do decide to eat. Give my body something to work with. *nods* It all sounds good in theory, but my little busrts of being able to get over how much I detest food might not last long enough for me to actually make any.

I'm going to go back to 'work' now and wait for the second of the two people that will probably come up tonight. Its dead.

Mission; MEAT

You heard me.

The mission for today is to steal as much meat from my house as humanly possible and take it to helix.
ewww meat.

I don't think my father will notice and if he does I'll point out that I don't eat anything here and that he should be happy that I decided to 'eat' meat again.

wheeeeoooo
I need more fabric.

Something I've never done

I'm going though ever letter and note I've received since grade 10.
Dude, we were so bloody lame.
If any individual attending grade 11 ever tryes to tell me that their mature again I'm going to laugh in their face.

I wish I was water and that I could flow over and around any obsticles in my life. I think that maybe that would be easier.

ow

my bones hurt.

mother f*cker

I'm more than a little bit pissed, honestly.
Because life just keeps on sucking for us, at every turn it all fucking sucks.
this is not a rant for this blog, so I shall leave it at the little bit of story that this one needs;

Marilyns car was stolen tonight, with all of our stuff in it. She lost all of her cd's and her diskman along with some misc. stuff. I lost my diskman a cd and one of Ben's books.

Doom on all you bloody theives.

But now who am I going to play wiff?

Ben is officially gone to Spain.
I'm a lot sadder than I thought I would be, seeing as for some strange reason I didn't compute the part of this where him being in spain would involve him leaving for two months and me not being able to see him.

Some times I question my inteligence.

fucking spelling.

hu.

I seem to have developed the ability to go the speed limit without thinking about it, how handy.




I'm so paraniod right now...mentally it almost seems easier to hang myself from my light then to keep looking over my shoulder.
But then I think about who would find me.
I would feel so bad.

Its sad

Ever day when I leave for work I tense up and find my mind fixated on what their going to yell at me about that day. Seriously, not a day goes by that I don't do something wrong. Or rather, not perfect.
I'm deathly afraid of being scolded or yelled at.
And it happens everyday I go to work.
Funny though, both my bosses say that I'm the best employee they have ever had and that they would like me to stay on for a very long time
Kathleen wants me to become the assistant manager.

Some of the things that I want to remember

I want to remember that I hated it when I started working 8 hour days, and that when my kid come home tired and grumpy I shouldn't yell at them.

I want to remember just how it felt lying on the uncut grass every spring reading a book, before all the bugs and before the sharp leftovers of grass clipping dug into my elbows.

I want to remember picking animals out of the clouds while the smell of the lilac bushes above us waffed over our heads.

I want to remember picking raspberrys and having to run away from the canes because of mice and bees.

I want to remember Smokey and Mr.M winding their way through those canes, happy to keep you company on a hot summers day as you worked.

I want to remember sleading and hitting a little sappling that wouldn't give up, flipping the slead and sending us all down the hill head over heals.

I want to remember swimming in the swamp and winding garder snakes through my hair, stealing the malard egg only to have it blow off the deck and smashed to bits on the cement.

I want to remember tracking moose in the bush, making my brother eat dear pellets because they looked like chocolate.

I want to remember finding the only horse that would let me ride her bareback dead in the snow, and how she looked rotting in the spring, all blotted with maggots crawling out of her eye soccets.

I could go on like this all afternoon and recount my entire childhood, but I would rather not.

perhaps tommorow.

...I don't ever know

Why do almost all the guys that come in here feel the need to justify them selves to me. Another perfect example of this just walked out the door.
Comes in eyes me up, grins starts talking and then realizes two things;
1)I'm really not intrested
2)shit...my wife/girlfriend/signifigant other is downstairs/exists

I honest to god don't understand any of it.
I don't understand why they start to talk to me they way they do. I'm actually, really and truely, not pretty, not hot and not worth their attenchion.
I don't understand how they honestly forget about that other person. Or how they think that their breaking my heart when they tell me that they have this other person around, thinking that they've been leading on this girl that is so obviously bored with the conversation.

late mornings and never ending nights

I love it all so much. So nice and safe.
But I get such flack for it.
Honesly, I find it kind of funny that the person who is 'spossed' to know me best hasn't figured out yet that I'm pretty absent minded and not inclined ot remember only marginaly immportant things.

Anywho, I shall be heading off to Red Deer for an undecided amount of time with some people
It'll be good.

But right now I have to go to work

good bye all

Note to self;

When a pair of pants has been in the dryer for any length of time they sould be considered dangerous. Case in point; 'mmmmm warm pants they feel so good on my legs...but wait, they burn me...They BURN me!!' See all those little peices of metal that help to hold these thing together also seem to get rather warm in the dryer.

ouchys...

Crazy...

This lady just came in and she was absolutly insane, like a younger version of a very distressed Pat. I tryed so hard to be nice and the like but it waslike she was on crack, you just could do anything right. One minute she loved something the next her hated it and couldn't go near it. By the end of it she went on about she must be getting sick with some sort of throught infection. I stopped breathing. Honestly, I don't wanna get sick, maybe that makes me the crazy one, but I didn't breath again until she had left, and I was in the office where I guess I preceive the 'clean' air to be.

I get to close up in about 20 minutes here, which is nice because its been just so darn slow. Though I did get to read through my new GQ and talk to Marilyn Ben and Kevkev. So I guess you can consider that productive.

Its going to be so nice, I'm going to go home and go to sleep. I'm addicted to sleep. Or at least not being awake.

I'm excited about Friday and Saturday, its going to be fun. Ahhh, music and dancing. How I love it all.
I need to figure out what I'm going to wear.
Damb Kathleen and makingme work for 4 freaking hours on saturday.
*wiggles wrist in her general direction*

work-work-work-work-work

DAY OFF BITCHES!

Thats right, I get tommorow off. A wendsday...woohoo.
yeah, ok so thats not all that exciting.

I need something to do
I'm so bored
perhaps I shall just sleep the time away until I have something to do

I so didn't think about this...

Ear widgets of doom!

They infect me and use my mouth to spew their non-sensical&lude statments.
Example;
Saturday working at Carlton;
I see a lady come in from the neigbhoring Shoppers, the thought that went through my head was 'ah, she hit the shoppers'. I approch her all ready to relay this to her but what comes out is; 'I see you shit...' I had to stop. *laughs* It was brilliant. Almost as good as asking an officer if he had any hash on him when I was working at Sobeys.

I'm just so...

down...
I don't know if its the Ad-busters thats making me feel so bad about myself and my rampant consumerism. Maybe thats part of it but really I'm pretty sure its not just the horrible one sided magazine warping my mind.

Its so weird though. Its a perfectly nice day. I love the rain and the fact that I can actually open my eyes up without fear of the burn brought on by too much light that often greats any attemps at such a thing on a 'normaly' sunny day. People are being nice. And only a couple of extreamly remote deaths to report.

Well now I'm actually down. It seems like everyone I know is giving up on the whole idea of university. My ever present fear that I'm going to live in a shit hole apartment, pay cheuqe to pay cheuqe springs up again and I am deathly afraid to take another step in any direction.
I need dennys.

This is what I think of!?

You know that time right before you actually wake up but your still vividly dreaming? I'm pretty sure thats the time that none of your dreams make any sense.

So 'we're' happily floating along on some boat and all of a sudden it flips over. I'm pretty sure there was about 30seconds os storm before that happened but still. The only thought that went through my head was...crap I have mail that I haven't sent yet...how will it get to those people now!? So in all the excitment of drowning I search around for a Ziploc bag to put them in so they wouldn't get wet...makes sense right? I mean its not like I'm not already water or anything, which I was. But it had to be ziploc not glad because they have the clinging inner layer. What did I think that ocean was going to freeze over the moment I died?

*shakes head*
I'm pretty sure I've been brain washed by ziploc commerchials if it makes perfect sense in my dreams to go look for a ziploc bag instead of trying to swim away from a wreak.

I L-O-V-E this band!

Its probably one of those things that I'll fall out of love with in a few weeks but right now I'm obsessed with MSI

Never heard of them?
Hit your perfered downloading program and pick up a few songs.
Its well worth it.

Work

Look at me! I'm such a slacker!!

Really there is nothing left to do here and there isn't anybody around anyway so no matter.

Today is such a slack day, the only really productive thing I've done is sweeping...both at home and here. And that doesn't say much. Though I do find it intresting just how dirty it can get at my house in a matter of days crum wise.

So, yes. I wish I had some news or some intresting story.
O wait I guess I do. And suprise suprise it isn't me bitching about the whole moving thing...and yet it totally just snuck in there didn't it? Any-how, there was this crazy drunk indian guy wandering down whyte ave today, alright I'll admit it so far this doesn't sound very out of the ordinary but really this is strange. He approched two gentalmen sitting at one of the tables out side of starbucks and started yelling at them in that slurred way that drunk people do but we all gathered after about a minute of his rambling that he wanted their change. The guy that works at the starbucks, and by the way the only one that doesn't make you buy anything before letting you use the restroom, came out, puffed up his chest like any heterguy would do and 'politley' asked him to leave. I had to laugh. though I was concerned that our drunk friend would turn at him and try to shove the tennis ball that he was holding down his throught. No such luck for all the people that love drama out there, he just left...almost. As he walked away he spotted the perfect pray. I swear to god a living hobbit. Short, curly dirty blond hair, wearing all natural tones and merrily wandering down the street living hobbit. The poor thing didn't know what hit his when Mr.Drunk decided that he didn't want t he change of the gentalmen acosted earlier he wanted not only the change but ANY money that this man was carrying. Mr. Starbucks was right pissed off with this change in events and calle din for the cops to be called. Really though, our friendly neighborhoor hobbit some how managed to sqeeze past Mr.Drunk and trot off before anymore damage could be done as he was left wondering where he went for a good 30 seconds.

Ah, its a shitty story but I'm bored so...tada!

What else is there to say?

I'm moving and I fucking hate it

The rage that is inside me could...well lets just say that tuna wouldn't do it all justice.

Just try and make sense of that buck-o

I'm going to go burst into grain.
Its so bad I'm stealing other peoples brilliant statments.

It really is...

a beautiful day today.
All green and blue. I dread going into the city to run my arrends and do my job.
Although, I am excited for today planned purchaces;

-bus pass for next month (ok so I'm not that enthused about this one)
-Two new movies that I've been oogling on the HMV shelves which are now on for 2 for $30; Big fish and Eternal sunshine on a spotless mind.
-A single bar of Strawberry soap from the Body Shop

I think that if this is all it takes to make me really happy, happy enough that it out weighs just how much i loath the grey of the city, I need a new hobby.

ooo ooo speaking of hobbies! I went back to Wee book and found that they really are trying to get rid of their comics. They lowered the price to 10 comics for a dollar. Isn't that nuts? AND a lady that came into the hat shop yesterday offered to buy my envelopes. I'm kinda attached to them so I said no but she might come back with an idea or two.

Plans that are keeping me going and uber excited;
-getting lip peirced(maybe with marilyn and eric *glee*)
-getting ben a puppy/dog
-starting to put together a business plan for my little adventure

I'm going to go run around super happy now...I think the fact that I'm wearing all black is also contributing to this.

Its very complicated

My father now wants me to go and get a degree in comerce...I didn't see him do that before he when and started his now thriving business.

I'll see what I can do with this idea. There are just so many facets.

I also have to chance to work up at Sincrude for the rest of the summer making $15 an hour mixing mud for fire proofing. I can't do it though. I couldn't just leave Sandra high and dry like that. Or maybe I'm jsut compleatly selfish and don't want to work mixing mud...I really don't know.

I have some good soup I have to eat before I go to work.
I think I'll go and get that done
it amusses me that eating has become a chore.
unless there's seasoned fries and hiney mustard dipping sauces involved that is

look at me...

I might just be starting my own business. I actually really want to and it all sounds so very plausable to me.

*is tired*

I have to work in 12 hours, I'm sure I'll be able to muster more reasonable and sensable thoughts tommorow...

so long for now, I shall explain later

So exhausted

I would have liked to stay longer to see what was to happen with our new tiger stripped boy and girl of many stories. But I'm sure that I shall find out sooner rather than later form my very talkative blue bird.

Last night was insane. Brad owes me one. But really Chad is taking care of that for him because he is SO paying for any 3 of us to get into New City for the next month. No question.

My father really didn't have anything to say once I had told him the story...I knew it wasn't a big deal. He just likes to make Ben feel like he has something to prove.

I feel bad that I didn't do anything for/with Marty for his birthday, but really its not my fault that he never showed up at the burbs.

I really do want to decorate some of the bags at work...I'm going to ask Sandra if I'm allowed...wouldn't it be just so neat if you got your hat in a bag with a bunch of pictures pasted to it? It would certainly give me something to do for those long stints where no one comes in...

Its sad that I can't write or even read anymore. I find my self sitting staring out into space with a million thoughts swirling around and no way of expressing them.

Any-who, I should be going to bed. I have to work tommorrow.

whee

...thats too bad

Star Wars Horoscope for Aquarius

You can be cruel and torment people who disagree with you. Deep down, there is a peace-loving, friendly side to you. You have a knack for inflicting pain on people and use your intellect during battle. Star wars character you are most like: Darth Vader

What is Your Star Wars Horoscope?

Busy busy

Today was so busy, but honestly so rewarding.

I went to work at 9 to help Kathleen get ready for some big head honcho to come and visit. Packed up all the broken glass from there with the intention of taking it to the recycling place but forgetting in the end. Going to Headcase and picking up my check, cashing it (mostly) and getting some paintings I had had my eye on for some time, a prezzie for Marilyn, my brother and Keven. Head back to Headcase for Ben's photo shoot, work there for 2 and a half hours. Leave from there to deliver prezzies. Pick up my car and Kevvie, go to St.Albert and hang around with Eric. Come back, pick up brother, drop of his friend and Keven. Go home. Die.

That was fun!
Let's do that again!

well would you look at that

I'm just waiting to be struck by lightning

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BLASTFEMER!

did you know that...

cats have hundreds of vocal cords?

or that on average there are 18 acers of pizza eaten in the states every day

or that a hummbing birl weights less than a penny?

didn't think so.




Don't mind the spelling, its really late and I'm trying to kill time.

so busy, makes me head hurt

Bah, this week is kinda nuts...

I work everyday and on tuesday I work at two carlton card locations. *shots self*

Two jobs sounded like a good idea at the start of it all it just seems a little crazy right now. I'm sure it'll be better once I get used to it and get a few days off...*nods*
I hope so.

The sad thing is that Ben works all day every of the weekday and I work almost every evening every single day. Crazyness...

I should be off, I don't wanna be late, my crazy boss would be mad.

EAR WIDGETS!

tests they stress me out
though I'm not stressing as much as I should be, *pats head* good little brain and your powers of repression...

This summer is going to rock! And why you say? Because I say so damb it!

thats right...
why aren't you cowering yet?

I kid I kid

blah blah blah

So, its april fools. If I was wittyier or briter I would think of something to say or do to make it an unforgetable one. But as things stand I am neither of those things. Even if I was though, I'm sure whatever I might think up would go against a book full of laws and societal taboos that I would be sure to get in a shit load of trouble. April fools has lost its...mogo. Thats right. Some one stole the spirit of the fools.

drat.

What feels weird?

raw chicken
that gooy glue they use to adhear cards to things
earth worms trying to get away
a cats tounge on you toes

but what feels weird for me right now is having coagulated blood in the back of my throat.

ewww...

Too late

I'm dog sick
and now I have an eye infection
yay...really I'm having fun here...honest

The past 2 days seem like its been a week, I wonder how much I could get done if the whole week is like this. And how tiering it will get.

Stupid lab reports
I hates's them
but I must finish them anyway
back to my appendix, ewwww

Sicks

Ever so sick
crappers, this is no fun
and the worse week for it too
I have lab reports that have to get done and new jobs to start
thats right, you heard it hear...4th here folks, heh, I am now an 'honest' employee of Carlton Cards. $5.90 an hour and an odd odd boss. But hey a job is a job right?
I'm also looking forward to becoming a full on guinee pig, which I don't mind since its earning me $250 just to sit in an MRI for a while...

So thats the news as I know it
and I'm going to bed now to try and get better

Happy Music

Listen to that and nothing really matters anymore. So really, enough of The Strokes and The Shins cure anything.

Baked more than I should have, so much that my father actually yelled at me for the copious amout of baked goods that now sit on the counter. I never thought there would be a day were he would turn down a cookie but it seems that he thinks he's to heavy and needs to loose a few, his arch-nemisis the cookie is the one being blamed...

My wish for today is that my dambed brother would vacume so that I could finally get around to washing the floors. Now, how often do you hear of someone asking to wash the floors? Not very often eh? Well, its not just cuz I'm a bit of a clean freak, but seriously they haven't been washed for 3 weeks and its getting gross, all he has to do is vacume. Instead all he does is sit on his ever growing ass and play video games. Damb him...strait to a very dirty circle of hell.

I have a load of letters all written and itching to be sent, I just keep on forgetting to put the darn things in envelopes. Rats on me.

I have to get some motivation. Some real motivation. If I don't get soem soon I'm fucked. And how much would that suck.
I need to get a job
I need to figure out if I'm taking a year off
I need to stop being so fucking stupid
I need to work-out

*thud*

*is a little ball of stress ever since she found out what her marks were*

ewww, sticky!

Last night Ben, Marty and I went out to the Roost. He wanted to meet some guy there which is fine, but being a smart little boy he brought us along, even though I ended up paying all the cover. So he went off "dancing" (poor little android boy) and Ben and I people watched. Really I had wanted to dance but Ben wasn't in the mood so we didn't. I don't think it really mattered though as it wasn't crowded enough and the music was horrible. They have a house vocalist but all she does is ruin the songs, I kind of wanted to bitch slap her but I figured i might get thrown out for that.

The atmosphere is thick with drugs and sex, the people are dirty and crude. That, right there, is the scum of a population gathered in one place. And I’m not saying that to be all anti-queer, cuz as it stands Buddy’s is my favorite place to dance and that’s another gay bar. But....ewwww man, i mean there was water leaking along one of the walls and your hand comes back with a stick film, no matter what you touch.

I have come to the conclusion that the only thing its good for it pushing drugs and writing. Sit people watch, dissect and pigeon hole a population. Sounds like fun to me...

Mid-terms

of doom, and horror
and that is not to say that this is the reason that I haven't been updating
No, really I've just lost all sense of self
I dont' know what I think about much
I don't know where I am or where I'm going

Its disconcerning
and it bugs me

so I leave again
perhaps I shall meet some verson of cathy, just hanging around
lets hope its a nice verson...

I'M INFECTED!!

I needs to go to the doctor
thems little buggy dudes have taken over my body and I fear that they shall try and use me to carry out their evl plan for taking over the world and making everyone feel like crap.

Happy puppy kitten!

I'm enthused because today is my 18th birthday
unfortunately though, I am sick, dog sick
not only that but I have class and to top it off with a razor blade covered cherry; a 3 hour lab.
I think I'm going to die

Back to birthday business;
Ben has tried so hard, and succeeded, to make this birthday one of the best. We went out to a movie on Saturday (10:20 showing which killed me but I still had fun, mostly because you can fall into the movie that much easier when your sick and very tired). On Sunday he came over nice and early, unfortunately for him I had to finish some chores so I wasn't very entertaining. We both slept for a few hours because of how exhausted we were with being sick and then he attempted to teach me how to snow board. I was doing so well! But he kept on pushing me down so I would learn how to get up...*shakes fist* The half a centimeter of ice on all the snow didn't help very much either. It was still really fun though. We went to BP's for dinner, mmmm chicken sandwich, I love that thing. Again we were sick so it was just really nice, if not exhausting.

So far though I'm really enjoying my birthday.

heh, as my birthday present to Ben I get him a band shirt and a Pink Floyd patch for his bag, bwahahaha. Presents for other people on my birthday!!
I couldn't get Marilyn much, but I donated to the groceries and I brought some stuff...

This is me pledging to eat better from now on! I don't like being sick...

alights, I done with my ramblings for now

b byes

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*points up at the light bulb going off above her head*

an idea!
how novel...

I think I know what I would like to do for my 18th!
or at least for part of it anyway
One of my more favorite artists in the whole wide world, Sarah Seline, is coming to town in March. So I asked my dad if he would get me some tickets for my birthday. I mean, its not like i'm going out to the bar or partying (there is enough time for that later), its all safe like. And he said that as long as they weren't too expencive, that yes he would.
*GLEE*
God, I hope that I can get the tickets, I would be SO enthused.
*dies...6 times*



ooo ooo and marty says that he and Jill will take me out the the gay bar...oooo shiney, legit.

A new journal

Yes I know, I great surprise that I have a journal even with all of my blogs. But I do. And I have just started a new one today. The old one that I finished off this morning wiltst sitting in the transit station listening to electronica, scribbling madly. I don't know where the intense desire to finish the book at that moment came from, but I filled up 4 pages with something...

The new one is so black and plain. My favorite one, its bound with leather and inscribed with 'NOTES’ on the cover. I had intended to save it to the last one in the bunch to get written in but Ben insisted that I use it now. I know why, and it’s sweet.

Today wasn't all that exciting...did a lot of sitting and resting as we were all so tired today. Yesterday was a blast though; we went to the Outreach meeting with Marty. The topic for the evening was 'coming-out' stories. We got into some socio-political-religious talk as well so it was really fun. The coffee house afterwards really made me happy, as people seemed to like the Cathy+Marilyn team and our ability to speak in tandem at random intervals. Such good times.

Ben got hit on by this little Asian guy and handled it alright, though he didn't want to tell him that he was involved. Marty made a comment that he shouldn't be ashamed of being involved, and so now he's not afraid to say that, what a plus eh? Really though I just snickered at the whole thing.

So, yeah. Life is pretty good. I'm having fun. My mind is turning inside out a bit but eh, it’s my mind, what else is to be expected...?

Lost

*holds hands up in defense*
I tried!
I tried sooo hard to get to class today, unfortunately for me I read my schedule wrong and ended up being 5 minutes late. And I don't have the sand to walk into a lecture late so, I missed my second Bio 108 class. Crap!

Any-how, having missed that I realized that Ben had a break in between his classes in the Earth Sciences building and that I could go and visit, so I set off to find him. Sure the text message said Earth Science, but that has to be the same thing as Biological Science...right? NO. You are wrong if you said yes. It is a very different building indeed.
So I wander across Quad and into the physics building because its a bone chilling -45 with wind chill and I know there is an underground passage to the 'science' building from there. I wander down the creepy staircase into the bio sci building up the stares onto the 3rd floor (where Ben said he was) and find my self in a hallway with a bunch of microbiology labs. Some lady walking down the hall calls out to me; "is that door unlocked!?", I tilt my head and raise an eyebrow..."well on that side it is..." and I keep on walking, past her, as she huffs past to pull out a bunch of keys and lock the door. I wandered around the third floor exchanging text messages with Ben about how lost I was for aver half an hour until I figure that, this is not where I'm supposed to be. So I meander down a random stair case only to find my self in the basement in another would be quartered off area where some little Chinese dude looks at me scornfully as I stare up at a ceiling covered with wires and odd pipes labeled with their hazard property’s. I promptly jump on an elevator with a rather creepy guy and get off at the ground level into a nice lobby that I some how missed on my way down to see Ben wander into the building, saving me from its evil laboratory grasp.

Note to self: the earth sciences building is NOT the creepy Bio Sci building, do not go back there unless forced to do so, and stay AWAY from the basement!

Class

So I'm off, all set to attend classes and be a diligent student. I walk with purpose to quad turn to my left where my building should be and...stop. Stare at what is not ETL at all but...an environment building? This can't be right. I whip around and find the Campus information map...this is quadrant D3...but this isn’t my building. Crap crappity crap crap. On the off chance that my class is in this rather mysterious building (as all the windows are covered with plants from the inside) I 'sneak' in...though I have the feeling that it wouldn't be a problem. No, no Lec B anywhere. I ask around; 'do you know where ETL is?' 'well there is the ETLC...', I had already checked there... "do you know where I'm supposed to go?' 'you?' 'do you have my soul in a jar?' 'are you my mommy?' as you can see it would have gone down hill...

So, alas. I have missed my first class in a new term. This does not bode well for the rest of them...

It was going well...

Today was an alright day because;
-it was relativaly nice out
-I got to see ben+marilyn and chad (that was all very nice)
-I had popcorn
-I ate a whole sandwich...I was hungry
-I had an orange too, that was good
-I got to talk with Amanda and Christine
-I got to see alison one more time before she leaves, that was nice

bah, I hate how one thing can overshadow a bunch of nice things...

I would scream but...there are people sleeping here...so I shall sit in silence listening to 'The Shins' hopeing they cheer me up...

New Years

When your body decides that it it gravity innept and your stomch revolts against you and your bad choice, you've had too much to drink.

But really, all and all it ws a good evening. Watched Garden State and Napolinan Dynamite...Alien Ressorection too but I wasn't paying attenchion at that point.

Yeah...there where no great realizations last night exept that if you want to drink don't do it fast and when your depressed. Its a bad idea.

Have a good one folks