seriously. is it that difficult to answer a few goddamned questions? lord above.

we have the coolest staple remover ever. barry gave it to stephanie, who wasn't nearly as impressed with it as i was. um, hi? how can one not be impressed with this??? so impressed am i, word has it, that i've been stapling scraps of paper all afternoon and then removing them, all the while giggling gleefully.

AAAAAGH! I FORGOT MY FRIDAY FIVE!!!

whew. that was exhilirating. anyhows, here you go!

1. What cologne or perfume do you wear? i wear heaven by gap... and this gardenia scented stuff that i bought at oasis once.
2. What cologne or perfume do you like best on the opposite sex? gravity
3. What one smell can you not stomach? fake crab meat
4. What smell do you like that others might consider weird? ummm... the smell inside my hair salon
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? last night elaina and i watched the fun special features on newsies and tonight i plan on depositing the cheque that christine wrote for me 'cause i sold her my nickelback tickets 'cause candace is a bitch and with the money i plan on buying booze and we're gonna get smashed.

i sound like i'm 15. "hey guess what guys? i'm gonna get loaded!" ha, yeah no. but sometimes you just wanna drink to get drunk... so sue me.

and holy smokin' cold sports fans. it was below -30 when i got to work this morning, and i got here only to discover that the heater was broken! and damn was the phone cold on my poor ears... everyone laughed at me when i wore my hood. but that's okay. the wind blew the power out at my house for a bit yesterday morning, but luckily the wind has died down today. it's just cold enough to freeze the snot to the inside of your nose, that's all.

you know, i hate being like this... mostly because my mom thinks the same way and it bothers me because i still tend to indulge myself in these immature and childish feelings that i should be long past experiencing. but i'm not. so suck it.

its the fucking straw that broke the camel's back. this is fucking it. not another phone call, outing, event. nothing. if---when---she decides to talk to me... well now, i will make no promises. but if it gets ugly, its her own fault. i tried to ignore it, i attempted (well thought about, at least) to fix it and then i stopped caring. and now... now i'm so far beyond that... that if... if something earth-shattering happened ("ooops, guess what guys, i'm pregnant!") i wouldn't give a rat's ass.

so much for a fab day. i hate it when i speak too soon.

i had a fabulous shopping day. FAB-U-LOUS.

actually, it looks like its shaping up to be an all around fab day in general. case in point:

1. i bought newsies today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
   
2. i bought a bunch of other wicked stuff, including new underwear and some wicked mac shit.
   
3. i had a really yummy lunch
   
4. mr. mcmullen was nice enough to say he'd write a refrence letter for me---especially on such short notice
   
5. have i mentioned the newsies thing yet?
   
6. nickelback concert tomorrow night!
   
7. i bought a new shirt to wear to it.
   

and yeah. that's enough with the bragging, wouldn't you say? but man... last thursday sucked ass, but today is wonderful.

::throws confetti into the air::

so yeah. aparrently i write publishable essays, except for the fact that i tend to get off topic... and not get back on. kind of like getting off the bus at the wrong stop, but not catching the next one because you like where you've landed. actually, maybe its nothing like that... what was i talking about again? heehee....

and oh yeah, something about how i write with a "strong sense of irony". wow. i'm quite happy and impressed that he noticed the sarcasm and didn't dock marks for being "flippant" or making remarks that don't need to be made. you know, stuff that my previous english teachers have had quite a problem with... or they simply didn't understand what i was getting at. instead, he said that i could talk in a strongly colloquial sense.

of course... he liked my essay so much (irony? whaaaaaaaaat irony?) that i get to re-write it. yipee?

i'm talking to jenn. she didn't go back to school... and i usually don't condone quitting something on the account not liking it, but i think she made the right choice. i can already tell just talking to her--online--that she's happier. and that's all one can ask for right now i suppose.

aaaaaaaaaaaand yeah. its cold out, damn, you'd think it was wintertime or something! pfffft.

so i'm a day late. i never was good with this deadline stuff, which probably explains why my marks are the way they are. me? want to be a journalist? where'd you hear that?? now onwards to the friday five

1. What do you have your browser start page set to? at home it is the shaw start page, at school it is excite.com and at work it is msn.ca.

2. What are your favorite news sites? hahaha, while it probably isn't the cleanest news, daily rotten has all sorts of weird (and, uh, vulgar) current happenings. anything else i want, i pick up at fyi edmonton.

3. Favorite search engine? google.

4. When did you first get online? oh shit.... ummmmmm... 199...8? something like that, here let me think. i would have been in ninth grade, right? no, tenth. no... yes. grade 10. 1998.

5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? well since elaina came home yesterday, we went to the airport for british cosmo and then we went to timmy's as we usually do for midnight coffee. tonight we're supposed to go with candace to some scuzzy bar downtown, but i don't know if i really feel like it. i mean, i really feel like going out, but i don't feel like going to a little dive bar, you know? if we don't do that, we'll just sit around and get drunk and watch newsies and dye my hair (dye before drunk though) 'cause i've had this colour for, oh, 2 weeks. heh-heh. and tomorrow i will be doing essy work (for real! i'm not bullshitting!) and hopefully some website work. and definately checking out more job opportunities in banff and jasper, baby.

so i cried. not as much as i'd have liked to, but i cried none the less.

maybe that's why i don't feel completely better, because i didn't cry as much as i want to. and i can't 'cause i have homework to do. i mean, i can probably pound out 500 words in 20 minutes... i just need a starting point. i need to have a lead or i can't go on, you know?? ugh, whatever.

my car is pretty again though, i got it clear coated and undercoated. niiiiiiiiiiiiice.

and mom wants to know what she can do to make me feel better... i want something bacon-ey to eat. nope, no cooking. okay, i want to see if a & b sound has newsies. nope, not that either. thanks mom, you're not making me feel better at all. i'm going to go to bed now.

::sighs:: it can only get better, right?

fuck. press release, i forgot.

i'll be back in a bit.

the james thing was too freaky. too, too freaky... where's jenn when you need her?

i need to do my fucking press release follow-up. i so don't want to, there's nothing to write about. my mind is kind of blank right now, so i really don't have anything to write about. i'm gonna go buy myself a drink and stuff... so yeah. later.

yay chantelle called today! i phoned her last night (my fam didn't end up going 'cause dad got sick and mom wasn't feeling too hot herself) and she called back. we talked for a long time. she'll be home soon; just over a month. i'm glad, i miss her.

and more great news, i'm famous! check this out. if there's anyone out there who doesn't love these girls yet... what, do you have a pulse? hell, even fred and larry love them, and THEY don't have pulses! so really, there's no excuse.

i will start on my jane eyre paper today. i will start on my jane eyre paper today. i... will sta.........

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who are we kidding? if i even crack a book i'm doing more than i thought. the rough (peer edit) is due on the 31st... which is 18 days away. if i work for 30 mins each night... i could be done by the end of the week. so it shall be done.

okay, how fucking sick is the world? seriously. this is the reason why i don't want to have kids. some dude beat another guy... and i'm talking grown men... and then he died. a hockey dad beat the shit out of another for some petty, pathetic reason. it doesn't matter that i don't know the specific reason why---the fact that they were fighting over MINOR HOCKEY is reason enough. people disgust me.

on a much lighter note, i'm listening to a1's new single, caught in the middle. god i love these guys.

something doesn't feel right. i don't know what it is, but i've felt it for a few days now. something is going to happen. i mean, the last time i felt like this, something really really great happened (the whole winning the bon jovi and n sync stuff, along with making up with chantelle)... but still, i can't always count on that, can i? irregardless, something is desperately out of place. and i wish more than anything that i knew what it was so i could fix it... but i guess i'll just have to have a glass of something wet and cold (prefrably water or coke) and then go to bed.

and oh yeah! i'm jumping on the bandwagon. time for my friday five:
1. What was your first job? hmmm... my first job... i baby-sat for a long time, but i've also worked for my mom since i was about 10 or so. sure i didn't always get paid, and when i first did it was crappy... but i hauled and unpacked and wrote reciepts and was a diligent little helper. well, most of the time.
2. How old were you when you had your first kiss? yeah, i had to pick this one to start off on, eh? keep moving folks, nothing to see here.
3. What was your first car? What happened to it? my first car is a 2002 dodge neon in patriot blue, and nothing has happened to it! its sitting right there in the driveway, between its mom and dad! (the truck and the van)
4. What was your first concert? garth brooks... i was 12. it kicked ass.
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? i'm gonna go to work tomorrow and then go with my family to the sonnenberg's for cam's 40th birthday... spend the night, come home on sunday and then clean up a bit and get some progress done on my jane eyre essay. if that doesn't pan out (if we don't end up going), tomorrow night i'm going to write the short story that's been itching to get outside of me and watch a few movies. sunday's events will remain the same regardless.

and incase i don't get to post tomorrow, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHANTELLE! i'm thinking of you. ::blows kisses::

yeah. yeah, we'll get right on paying $800 for that photography course.

there. i'm like that. first day jitters (or something) i guess. i'm all bitchy and whiny about school and how much life sucks and how bad everything is... and then come day 2 (or so) i'm fine again. life isn't so bad. i'm gonna be late for work 2 days a week now, but i'll make that up on thursday's by working for mom all afternoon. busy yes, but oh well.

i took out enough books today to hopefully let me coast (::crosses fingers::?) through the jane eyre essay that i'm writing. its comparing the heroines in harlequin superromances to the heroine in jane eyre. all they want is to be loved for who they are--is that so much to ask??

the moment i know you've all been waiting for...

::grabs knife to spread sarcasm on a bit more thickly::

what's your anthem? drumroll please...

alanis morissette, hand in my pocket... i dunno, it seems a bit mellow to me. but whatever. hahaha, go figure that radiohead was my last choice. hear that googly minotaur? bastard. he was so mean to me! and then he called me rude. you know, those radiohead people really must not want me to like them...

::blows kisses::

holy mind fuck

seriously. i still don't know if i liked it or not, but i know i didn't hate it. in fact yeah. yeah, i am quite certain that i liked it. it was a bit too long though, dragged on a bit much. and penelope cruz had pretty hair. i was quite drawn to her character, which is odd considering i don't care much for her acting. or her voice. whatever.

so sleepy. dear lord. i have to go back to school on monday... i can't believe its second semester already, holy shit. wow. dude, now i can understand what parents mean when they say "it only seems like yesterday that you were blowing peas and carrots out of your nose." not that i ever did that.

i went shopping at west ed with elaina yesterday. spent my gift certificates... which i enjoyed harassing my parents about at dinner. you'd think my dad would wait until i'm out of earshot to tell dan (mr. clermont) that he was given the certificates at work as some sort of a reward thing. so therefore i decided they had to buy me another gift. heh-heh, i love picking fights. anyhows, back to shopping and what i bought. this is what ended up in my grubby little paws:

nail polish in too precious and silver o, 2 paints in both stilife and matisserie along with blush in honour all from mac (incase you didn't click on the links or something. mac obsessed? you betcha i am.

from XXI forever i picked up 2 shirts which were really cute (and amazingly cheap... $23 and $26, i was incredibly impressed) as well as 2 of the most hideous, gaudy, tacky, sparkly and amazing rings you'll ever lay eyes on. i love them to death. and i got a pair of sparkly stud earrings and these beautiful hairpins with flowers and blue stones for christine.

i got a wicked pair of clunky shoes (not platforms, believe it or not). they're all rugged looking, like biker boots. only they're shoes.

and lastly i purchased 2 bras (on sale for $12 each! fucking eh!) at la senza. and 5 pairs of new underwear. and TWO PAIRS OF BLUE JEANS THAT ACTUALLY FIT!! not from there, of course, but i bought them none-the-less! one pair i love to death and didn't want to take off at all today, and the other pair is hideously large. seriously. i can pull the waistband up past my boobs. its retarded. i'll cut off the the 4 feet of material that i don't need and donate it to some poor, denim deprived child in turkey or something.

and wow. wasn't that just thrilling, watching me spout off what i bought myself like some sort of spoiled brat. if only i weren't tired and could actully write something of substance. i like substance. it is what makes writing good.

i need to get more of this substance stuff.