tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54699452020-02-28T23:26:57.763-08:00Fuqin Up My QiJust when you think your day is goin' well -- BAM -- something happens that throws you off for the rest of your day. Well, that's what typically happens to this puppy. Not too sure about the rest of you...
And sometimes rambling on about the most minute thing is what I enjoy most.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger641125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1157677729003038422006-09-07T17:57:00.000-07:002006-09-07T18:08:49.793-07:00Crikey!I woke up Monday morning to hear the news of Steve Irwin's death. I was on holiday, preparing to leave for a Calgary Stampeders game when my step-grandmother told us the news.Everyone has thrown their two cents into his death, but, to put it simply, it comes down to the fact that his wife lost her husband, his children lost their father, his father lost his son, the environment lost an Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1154378744639243302006-07-31T13:07:00.000-07:002006-07-31T13:45:44.736-07:00School's Out ForeverI was on campus today, returning a book to a prof aka my former supervisor aka the guy who drives me nuts when I do see him.I e-mailed him this morning, a short, brief note asking if he was in his office today. He replied back almost immediately saying he was.Damn, I thought. I sucked it up, hopped on a bus a couple of hours later, and found myself at school. I strolled on Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1153006989144060162006-07-15T16:32:00.000-07:002006-07-15T16:43:09.156-07:00I Returned A DoughnutDon't fuckin' slam my doughnut into the paperbag, cockface. Christ almighty.I started to try to take the doughnut out of the bag, but it quickly turned into surgery and the icing peeled off. So, me being the City employee I am (this job has been great for my self-esteem -- there's a sense of power when you can say, 'It's okay -- I'm with the City.' Arrogant, maybe, but Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1152936371844421932006-07-14T20:44:00.000-07:002006-07-14T21:06:11.960-07:00Search Engine Resultswhere did paul coffey get marriedanjelica-huston sexiest-man nicholson IANSvomiting from spoiled rotten expired yogurtenema appointment"I'm sorry I said yes"I've hjad some other interesting hits in the past while, but never bothered to post them.Fuck, I thought I'd never post again on here, but here I am. I think I need a new blog or something, but I really think I'm just Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1149585345980399242006-06-06T01:14:00.000-07:002006-06-06T02:15:46.066-07:00Why are you so angry?I did nothing wrong. Why have you built up these walls? Pushed me away? Stopped calling?I don't think you even know why.That day, for once, was about me, what I've done to get where I am, the bullshit I've endured.It wasn't about you and your one thousand excuses.I don't want to call you on your shit, but I can't let you get away with it anymore.I'm strong enough to do it Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1147907370569664572006-05-17T15:53:00.001-07:002006-05-20T09:51:48.473-07:00Another Gratitude ListLinds tagged me to do another list of things/people/whatever I'm thankful for. So, here I go...1. That I am graduating, but, more importantly, it's a damn good excuse for Linds to come and visit. I guess that's two in one.2. The busdriver that was kind enough to kill a huge wasp that decided to take a trip downtown with a bus full of people.3. The time I've had off to just Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1147687186569377212006-05-15T02:38:00.000-07:002006-05-15T02:59:48.306-07:00NeglectedWow, it's been a while, hasn't it?Here, let me blow off the cobwebs and go through what has been going on in my life in the last few weeks. It won't take long because I'm still on writing strike. IN fact, I'm surprised I'm even sitting here writing this right now -- I can't sleep, and a part of me does not want to write for a very long time, not fiction, not erotica, not in the story Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1146074857431960222006-04-26T11:02:00.000-07:002006-04-28T01:17:58.676-07:00A New ListUpdate No. 1Bitch out Registrar's OfficeGet mark for Igloos class. See above.Take posters down -- working on it.Pack bedroom -- nearly done.Pack kitchen -- getting there.Clean fishtank. Actually I gave the bastards away.Clean out desk.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1145560859838015192006-04-20T12:12:00.000-07:002006-04-26T11:02:07.866-07:00*headdesk**update No. 4Discussion Question10 page paper on Healthcare in the NorthBlumenthal Book ReviewClinton Book ReviewHarris Book ReviewOral ExamFinal in Igloos ClassStats Assignment (the BF is working on the numbers part for me. I love him.)Update Discussion QuestionsMeeting with JohnBy the end of today, I will be sobbing like a wee child curled up in the fetal position begging for this Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1145402975919373672006-04-18T16:18:00.000-07:002006-04-18T16:29:35.963-07:00Is it wrong to not want to see your boyfriend?I haven't seen the BF in three days and I have to say I'm okay with that. A couple months ago, it would've been a travesty, but right now it just doesn't matter.There are a number of reasons behind this.One is that I have far too much work to do for him to be over here. I just can't be bothered when I'm writing right now because I'm too easily Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1145376459891930452006-04-18T09:02:00.000-07:002006-04-18T09:07:39.986-07:00Two More.Two more papers.One more Discussion Question.One more written final.One oral exam.One stats assignment.All in 4 days.Yep, that's right. 4 days.And then guess what I have to do.PACK MY APARTMENT. Oh, and today I have a job interview. Rock on.I'm going back to bed for a couple of hours, methinks.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1144912389458496312006-04-12T23:55:00.000-07:002006-04-13T00:13:09.543-07:00Cleaning Out My ClosetI also cleaned out my dresser and got rid of a number of stray socks. It's bizarre how many single socks I had.As for my closet, I found all kinds of goodies I'd forgotten about clothes-wise.I found my '89 Stones T-shirt -- my very first Stones shirt. My uncle Bruce got it for me -- a late birthday present -- and he told me all about how great Keith Richards was. I Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1144200536587377792006-04-04T18:06:00.000-07:002006-04-04T18:28:56.673-07:00Done.It hit me today as I was walking across the courtyard to John's office that my last class had finally arrived. It made me sad and happy all at the same time, quite a number of emotions hit me.Earlier I had told the BF that my degree was just a piece of paper, it doesn't make me better or more special than anyone else in the world. It doesn't make me smarter than the guy down the road who Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1144138968791412632006-04-04T01:13:00.000-07:002006-04-04T01:22:48.806-07:00The last day of classes is on Wednesday, but I'm done tomorrow as of 5:20PM.I have a final next Monday morning.I have three book reviews to write. And a 20 page paper.Right now I'm working on a different paper on the seal hunt.And I have to write a paper on healthcare in circumpolar communities.That's...6 papers. One final. No, make it two -- one on the 21st.Oh, and a stats assignment for JohnUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1143919530066487442006-04-01T11:16:00.000-08:002006-04-01T11:25:30.080-08:00Feel Better PrasilaLinds' dog, Prasila, is sick right now -- she may need an operation because her crystals turned into stones. Poor baby :(Prasila is a beautiful dog on the inside and out and would not harm a soul (it's that Mango the Chihuahua you have to worry about, lol).Get better soon, Prasila!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1143537209502259842006-03-28T01:05:00.000-08:002006-03-28T01:13:29.536-08:00Last night, the BF was over for a few hours.He ordered Boston Pizza, then we sat and waited for our food.When the delivery driver arrived, the BF opened the door, the driver peeked her head in so she could check out my LOTR kitchen, then told the BF, 'Hey, I want your big wall poster.'The BF, who tolerates my LOTR obsession on a good day, actually scoffed at her. 'Uh. No.It's nice to know he Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1143447642074728242006-03-27T00:16:00.000-08:002006-03-27T00:20:42.090-08:00I am not going to bed until half of this essay is written.Period.I have a lot to do between now and April 5th. 3 book reviews, 2 20 page papers, a midterm, a 10 page paper, catch up on some discussion questions.Sleep is for sissies! Hahahahah.Oh god, just kill me now. Why do my time management skills suck so bad?I better limp my way through this paper or my prof will be unimpressed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1142930235898947992006-03-20T23:26:00.000-08:002006-03-21T00:37:15.990-08:00Some MoreYour Love Song IsThankyou by Dido"And I want to thank you for giving meThe best day of my lifeOh, just to be with you is havingThe best day of my life."It's all good, as long as you're in love.What Love Song Are You?Your 80s Heartthrob IsScott BaioWho's Your 80's Heartthrob?You Belong in LondonA little old fashioned, and a little modern. A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock.AUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1142908440177230812006-03-20T18:12:00.000-08:002006-03-20T18:34:00.263-08:00Because I Have Too Much To Do...You Are The Wheel of FortuneYou represent the cycles of life, death, and rebirth.You embrace change, the the ups and downs of life.Fate is something you accept, even when you could possibly change things.Big things tend to happen to you more than other people.Your fortune:Something huge is about to happen in your life, and you have little control over it.You must Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1142626131928674642006-03-17T12:08:00.000-08:002006-03-17T12:08:52.020-08:00BRYAN FERRY - THE OFFICIAL SITEBryan Ferry NewsOkay, maybe now I believe that Roxy Music will have an album out in the near future.I hope it doesn't suck and that Bryan doesn't sound as if he has a cold.And I hope that when they tour, they go back to Vancouver.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1142570503237456832006-03-16T20:41:00.000-08:002006-03-16T20:41:43.240-08:00Only I'm Allowed To Think Of Bernard In The ShowerI just want to tear him out of that tux and make him purr.I don't know what the fuck it is about him that drives me over the edge, but something does.He's no Bryan Ferry. Not even close.But Bernard's got that thing. Linds has it in her mind that she is inviting Bernard to the stagette party I am not having because I'm eloping, should I ever get Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1142112147619280662006-03-11T12:47:00.000-08:002006-03-11T13:22:27.693-08:00Rape, South Dakota StyleI'm not being flippant about what is going on in South Dakota, far from it.What I don't understand is how a senator can so easily describe a scenario where abortion might be okay. And what does sodomizing a woman have to do with abortion? Does this idiot know where babies come from? Doubtful, when he's probably only ever had sex once in his life and perhaps was with a Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1141444667489185332006-03-03T19:31:00.000-08:002006-03-03T19:57:47.543-08:00I am having a week. One of those weeks where I wonder why I bother getting out of bed.I lost my job.I'm still sick.I was chased by a German Shepherd.I bruised the hell out of my shoulder.I felt the underlying wrath of John.I slipped and fell on the ice.And even after all of that, after the stress of life comes tumbling down, somehow, deep down, I know everything will work out.I will find a new Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1140593690744702652006-02-21T23:06:00.000-08:002006-02-21T23:34:50.786-08:00I'm Grateful For...Linds did this over on her site, so thought I'd join in.Tylenol: Without it, I'm sure I would've been in the hospital with the fever from hell. Damn flu. I'm getting better now, but it's been 11 days.Having Bill as long as I did: Not having him now is heartbreaking and I find myself missing chirping, but I learned a lot from Bill -- not including the hardest decision I've Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469945.post-1138431914466787922006-01-27T22:59:00.000-08:002006-01-27T23:05:14.480-08:00Good GriefDamn.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com