this is a fun link about driverless taxi things... like the LRT, but way fucking cooler.

and fuck off, i know i didn't read the goddamned book, but that's not why i failed my essay... i failed my essay because i wrote it as a human nature essay, not as a character comparison essay. so thanks for your advice, but take it and toss it into a goddamned lake, 'cause i sure as hell don't want it.

thanks for coming out.

i'm making this month's newsletter harry potter themed. wheeeee!

i'm hungry. damnit.

how's that go? i don't hate my boss... i just hope he chokes on his fucking dinner.

blame it on me, i'm the easiest target.

fuck you.

first day back at school... wasn't completely unbearable, i got 85% on the stuff i got back. so yay.

ooooooh found the coolest article on dreams and stuff!!! check it out, its awesome... i'm going to start that. i've had a few lucid dream experiences, but i haven't really carried them through... i mean, i've known that i was dreaming and said to myself "no, it isn't like this, you're just dreaming"... but that's about the extent of it. i'm really gonna try to exercise that part of myself though, because i'd probably learn a whole lot that way.

and yay for dropping photography! i started a trend, now everyone is doing it. yep yep, that's me. like i told craig, i'm gonna make t-shirts. if its too hard, quit.

now i had best go and find my dog... where did he go???

"A good September 11th essay requires a personal connection showing how you were directly affected. The worst I've seen was by a guy who felt the terrorism was justified. I was so outraged, I wanted to tell him his essay was perfect as is. Of course, we had to advise him that it's not a great idea to be callous and inappropriate." -- Geoff Cook, founder of EssayEdge.com

piss off. seriously. do you know why it's callous and inappropriate? because he thinks so. because the majority of the people [in the united states] think so. what happened to the land of the free? the the guy think and believe what he wants to, damnit that made me angry.

CEDRIC DIED!!!!

i'm... that was... it hurt me. poor harry... and cho, and i even felt bad for his asshole dad... oh the drama...

first off... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA at the juicy fruit commercial when the guy busts his friend's guitar... now there is entertainment.

second off, SHUT THE HELL UP ROB! i'd honestly be delighted to hear you bitch, but unfortunately i can't fit my head that far up my ass.

third off, YAY FOR THE FRIDAY FIVE!!!

1. Hey, baby, what's your sign? Do you think it fits you pretty well? i'm a cancer and many of the characteristics are me. there are some that puzzle me though... the moody thing. i mean, we all have our days and our moods, but i don't think i can be classified as that. but aside that, cancers are perfectly compatible in every single way with tauruses in every single way... which is exactly true in my case.
2. What's the worst birthday gift you've ever received? uhhh... hmmm... well this wasn't really a gift, but when candace and conrad left my party early [extremely early] telling me that they went to get booze... and never returned. yeah, bitch.
3. What's the best birthday gift you've ever received? hmmm... more difficulity. best birthday gift... my alanis morissette cd was hard to top [when i was 12 i wasn't hard to please], but aside that, i don't know... i'm having a tough time remembering, 'cause most of the stuff that i *love* i got for christmas.
4. What's the best way you've celebrated your birthday thus far? uhhh... i celebrate it the same each year. party in my backyard. yay?
5. What are your plans for this weekend? crying... reading week is over, i need to go back to school on monday.

blech.

and oh yeah!!

poor neville!!! oh how i feel bad for him... poor kid... and ron's being a real twit [if my brother were here, i'd have to cuff him because he'd say "ron isn't a pregnant goldfish!"---incase anybody isn't aware, a twit is a pregnant goldfish]. kind of ornery and stuff... but its only because he's in looooooooooooove with herm-own-ninny.

i love living vicariously through people. i really really do.

LUMOS! check it out! [shut up, i know that lumos means "lights" or whatever]

R

You are restricted. Well done, you're now
practically adult in nature, and plus, you
get to see nudity - have fun.

"Which Movie Classification Are You?"
Test created by Jamie - take it here.

soooooooo sleepy. so so so so sleepy. i think i need to get a nap in after work tonight or something, holy shiznit.

new layout's almost done.... yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

not in this lifetime hahahahahaha... still greatly amusing to ponder though. it just doesn't get less funny.

ooops. not blogger's fault. its mine, i'm sorry.

I'M HUNGRY AND CAN'T WAIT TO GO TO DENNY'S!!! hurry up 8:00... c'mon, c'mon...

bastard. i hate blogger.

hi? are we working properly yet?

you know, i haven't really been spreading much prodigy love lately, now have i?

oh how i really do love the prodigy. mostly because when i was younger, nobody else liked them and their music disgusted my mother. now i've moved far beyond that and just enjoy their music... although oddly enough, i will always associate getting their cd with a) my fear of the breathe video [those bug things scared the living shit out of me... still do, actually] and b) being spit on in the hallway by the biggest fuck-head to ever grace the earth. ::coughATLEASTIDON'TWORKATCANADIANTIREAcough::
::coughANDDATESKANKSOLDENOUGHTOBEMYMOTHERcough:: i mean, not that i'd date women anyhows... but you know what i'm getting at.

anyhows, yeah, loving the prodigy. good stuff. reminiscent of hanson in the way that it takes them about 9 and a half years to actually get a new album out... but i guess beggars can't be choosers.

prodigy = love

i have to go to school tomorrow... but not for class. we're filming our group project for reporting class. our topic is beats. you know, crime, entertainment, education, politics, sports... etc etc etc. i'm doing entertainment. it should turn out to be fun... i can only stay for a few hours too, so i hope my section goes quickly.

fuck. need to find that lost library book. now.

went to see harry potter today! and have a new looooooove! oh!!! the boy who played wood [you know, the fifth year keeper on the gryffindor team] was soooooooo cute!!! so cute! sean biggerstaff [is the last name a subtle indication of anything? heh-heh-heh] had me drooling... what an accent!!! and holy lord, he's hot. i mean, he plays a15 year old, i know, but wow. just yeah. ::nods:: and malfoy was way too cute. i pictured him to be ugly as hell, the little snot. but he wasn't at all, which i suppose makes sense, 'cause the biggest assholes ever are never ever bad looking... until they open their mouths and reveal their shit for brains. anyhows, malfoy [good ol' 14 year old tommie something or the other] was strangely reminscient of aaron carter... at least to me. slap some class onto that carter kid, give him a haircut and a sexy accent and you've got yourself one snotty little wannabe wizard.

and after seeing all of the people that are going to be in the chamber of secrets, i'm excited kids. lemme tell ya. what can i do to pass the time between now and... oh i don't know, this december? hmmm... hope and pray that i get into calgary... get another job and make some money... study... get smart, that sort of thing. wait for the fifth book to come out! become a mac glutton! oh, wait, i'm there already.

so tired. rambling. hey! sean is my age! yes, i no longer have to feel dirty about this!

i'm still really sad over the whole moffatts thing.

[did you click on that link? did you?? did you notice that their official site is NO LONGER UP??]

i know if you talk to anybody i know, they think that's all i talk about... well, okay, only if you talk to elaina. and the nick and j list. to them that's all i talk about. but its not fair! and not only that, most moffatt sites are closing down! why? i mean... hi, look at five!! they broke up, they still have sites out the freaking wazoo! why do people have to suddenly stop doing something they enjoy just because their inspiration has gone in a different direction? scott, bob, dave and clint are still the same guys... but perhaps they're happier now? if they felt that this was the best way to go, then [the majority] must be. and i mean, come on, it wasn't exactly huge secret that dave and scotty didn't get along, so is the fact that it had to resort to this really the shock of a lifetime?

i mean, i'm truly happy to see that sites like those run by the amazing kara and amelia are still going on. i mean, everybody changes... so why can't these guys? you don't have to love the new, but you don't have to stop loving the old. and i don't know if that's something that everybody thinks about.

wow, that was heavy. on a much more superficial note, i will never tire of my polyaster nail polish, whose colour is ten thousand times more vibrant and bright than your computer screen would ever hope to convey. seriously.

"Ah, well, people can be a bit stupid abou' their pets." --- Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

heh, the story of my life.

God?

Thanks. Really.

now i really feel cheap for that blog. but you know what? i kind of feel better now that it was said. If he can make it through this weekend, I think we'll be all right. I hope.

Dear God,

I don't talk to you very much. And for that I'm deeply sorry right now. Forgive me if I start to ramble, sometimes I get carried away when I cry. But... my brother is going through a tough time right now. Really tough. And what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger... but I don't think he's aware of enough to even see that. I love him, dearly. If you could please help me... help him... help all of us get through this. My deepest thanks. Really.

Lynsey

brad mocked me! mocked me because i told him i planned on spending reading week finishing up harry potter. why is that mock worthy? i'm not understanding the mocking.

SCORE ON READING WEEK FUCKING EH!!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

too bad things around home are kinda the shits. ::hugs robbie:: now take a deep breath and heed this: GET YOUR ASS OVER IT.

and when will i learn to keep my mouth shut? brett knows casey...

ooooh! oh oh oh oh!! eat my ass russians!!! that's right baby, we're in.

anyhows, onto bigger and better things. all hail the friday five!!!

1. What was the first thing you ever cooked? ohmigod... i can't remember! i've been cooking for as long as i can recall!! probably chocolate chip cookies.

2. What's your signature dish? hmmm... a toughie. to others, probably spinach loaf, which i make for parties or birthdays or whatever... but for my family, probably some sort of pasta concoction... no matter how i make it or what i put in it, it usually ends up tasting the same. (tomatoes, garlic, oil, mushrooms... cheese, saute it all together... add more garlic and canned (spiced!!) tomatoes... fry the noodles after they're boiled... its good stuff.)

3. Ever had a cooking disaster? (tasted like crap, didn't work, etc.) Describe. the umpteen times i've tried to make fudge have turned out completely terrible... i never boil it long enough, so i end up with a pile of melted chocolate goop. or this one time, i was trying to make a cheese (mozzarella, parmesan & ricotta), broccoli and spinach tarte sort of thing, but i ran out of dough... so i just mixed flour, salt and water and mixed that into a sort of doughey paste and then threw my cheese and greens concoction into it and baked it... i swear to God, it was like i baked plaster of paris or something, it was completely disgusting. the dough made the inside taste nasty, so i couldn't even srape that out and eat it... ugh, bad bad bad.

4. If skill and money were no object, what would make for your dream meal? oooohhh... uuuh, lobster stuffed mushrooms, tortellini stuffed with ricotta and mozzarella (i'm talking the good good cheese, not the crappy "hi, i sat on the shelf for 5 months at the grocery store" stuff) and i'd make a really good tomato and meat sauce... roast pork with peaches and then i'd make a kick-ass gravy... whipped potatoes (with a touch of garlic and cream)... asparagus and a salad with shrimp, sun-dried tomatoes, cucumbers, black olives and all sorts of good stuff... and then for dessert, homemade chocolate eclairs and cheesecake... with caramel and snickers on the side to drizzle on top, incase someone wanted a plain piece. damn, i'm hungry now.

5. What are you doing this weekend? i was supposed to be going to lonnie's show tonight, but i don't think i'm going to now... and its a long weekend at the beginning of reading week (monday's family day, don'tcha know?)... elaina is coming home tonight (she was going to come to the show, if we decide to go) and then chantelle is home next week... holy shit, wow. talk about time flying! oh, wait, not the 22nd weekend, she's home the weekend of march 2nd. anyhows, as for the weekend... shop, eat out, drink, go to the clubs, introduce elaina to some of my school buddies. it should all be good.

i am SO tired. i was up far too late reading harry potter... and not that it scared me, but i was up a little bit later after that. just thinking about it. really, that's all i was doing.

i cannot wait until reading week is here. i can't stand this place.

and oh! oh oh oh! oscar nominations are up!! i was happy to see many of them turned out to be the way they were. i mean, its not like i'm a huge hard-core movie watcher or anything, but from what i've kept my nose in and found out... there are some surprises, but there always is. the only one that i was kind of "uhhhh, whaaaa...?" at was reneé zelwegger. not that i didn't enjoy bridget jone's diary or anything, but that's not really the point. but i suppose it shows that the academy is lighting up. or something?

v8 splash (berry blend, thanks for coming out) and wedding bells.

yes folks. that's what she said. yes!

ooooh this is exciting! while it may not be the decision that i would have made, considering all circumstances, everyone has to make their own choices. and if she's happy... well, i hope she's doing it for the right reasons, that's all. but her happiness is what matters, and if she's decided that getting married will make her happy, then good for her. i'm there. and she sounded so flattered when i congratulated her... maybe because she hasn't told a lot of people?

i wonder when it will be! and where? stephanie said something about them going off to an island and doing it... which would be pretty, and is totally christine's style. i mean, i doubt i'd be invited even if they have it here, but still. its fun to think about.

love is a many splendid thing... all you need is love. where's moulin rouge when you need it?

aaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahaha ike. so so so funny.

i'm tired. i'll go to bed as soon as the download is done. i swear.

need to finish essay. tomorrow. during my 3 hour break. have i mentioned yet that i hate school? i hate interviewing people. i hate it. the people i choose to interview never want to be talked to . it fucking sucks. and i'm thinking of all of the stories that we have to do.... and i get that cold feeling of dread inside me. i really really don't want to do it. is there a way i can not go to class but not fail??

and i hate keeping my opinion to myself. i have so much to say, but am not allowed to say it. like all of the stuff on the poor little boy who lied about his dog... i have my own opinion and i'd love to share it, but unfortunately that's not allowed. which, to me, is extremely unfair, but any old dipshit off of the street can write a letter to the editor and share their feelings and all is good in the world... whereas i get yelled at and hung-up on and have to keep what i feel to myself. where's the justice? i can't do that until i get a column... and you don't get one of those until you have been a reporter for 59 years. i don't even keep the same hair colour for more than a month at a time, and i'm expected to keep the same piddly job at the same piddly newspaper for all of eternity? I CAN'T SAY NO IN ENOUGH LANGUAGES!!!!

i'm going to another school next year and i plan on switching majors. 9 weeks to go...

oh...mi...god

ohmigodohmigod

marriage propsals. here. at work. here. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

not involving me (directly), of course. but ohmigod. it even makes my stomach hurt. and its not even me. ohmigod ohmigod i want to be here!!!!

well, no matter what her answer is, i hope the ring is nice. for her sake.

friday---finally!!!

i think i'm finally almost caught up at work. finally. lord. its been a long week.

and i'm feeling better, thanks for asking too. i'm done my drugs today! yeah!!!

they mentioned american psycho in cosmo, and that made me laugh. i haven't watched that movie in a long time. perhaps on sunday, when i won't be shopping with my mom.

i wish i had more time, but class is now. i'm off like a stripper's g-string.

SO BLOODY TIRED.

its those goddamned harry potter books. now i have to read (at least) one chapter before i go to bed at night... i'm blaming this all on elaina. all.

and i'm hungry. the stupid antibiotics hurt my stomach. i think i'm gonna go get a muffin or something. and maybe have a nap. yeah. a nap sounds good, i have 2.5 freaking hours before class starts again.

i'm shocked. no really. i am.

and feeling kinda sorta better today. at least i get to go home early.

i hate swallowing pills. hate it hate it hate it. but i've been doing okay so far... yesterday i swallowed, oh, probably 6 or so. and i'm going strong. and feeling a lot better, thanks. damn infections. i thought i was going to die.

and all i've eaten for the past 2 days is junk food, probably not the best way to ensure that i heal quickly.

superbowl today... not that i don't care... but let's face it. i don't.

i should clean up. make some phone calls. i should definately shower. don't you all just love this?

aaaaaaaaaand its that time again kids! behold my friday five:

1. Have you ever had braces? Any other teeth trauma? NO! i am completely tooth trauma free! ::knocks furiously on all nearby wood surfaces:: not even a cavity in these babies... almost 19 years and counting.
2. Ever broken any bones? sprained my ankle in third grade... and i "buckle fractured" my arm when i was... i don't know, 12 or 13 or something. it wasn't quite broken, but i had to wear a cast for 3 weeks. i hated it. with all my heart.
3. Ever had stitches? i am a stitch virgin, unless you count the time i sewed my finger with a sewing machine in home-ec class in 8th grade. and i wish i were lying when i say that.
4. What are the stories behind some of your [physical] scars? i have one on my left hand from when some jerk pushed me down some icy stairs and i sliced it open when i was in grade four... i have a small one on my right foot from when some chicken fat spit out of a pan and hit me there when i was about three years old... i have one right beside my left eyebrow, which i believe is a chicken pox scar... and i think that's it. and the pinky on my right hand is all weird and stupid and won't lay down flat, although that's not really a scar.
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? tonight i've been a hair-dye maven, doing my hair several colours (much to my mother's chagrin) and bleaching my brother's locks. tomorrow work (per usual) and then tomorrow night we're going to the sonnenberg's to spend the night. i bought about 4 rolls of film today and plan on shooting them all tomorrow night---i will not fail this photography class! sunday i'll probably break down and clean my room, wash my car and go shopping for a little bit... then maybe polish up that jane eyre essay some more.

today is a better day than yesterday. thank the lord. i hate having bad days, and rarely do, but lately they seem to be coming more and more frequently. but perhaps now that my mind has been made up (about what'shernuts), maybe things will get better. and if not, chantelle will be home soon.

and oh yeah. tracy? step off.