The days of brazen bitchery are upon us

Mood: :-P
Music: Don't Phunk with my Heart - Black Eyed Peas

Oh joy, our Drama council is now more American than ever with our own little Bush/Cheney thing going on. And I get to be part of it. Hooray.

Fabio presents Bush, an egotistical dick who couldn't run a convienience store let alone a country

&

Bitchface presents Cheney, a vicious self-centered scheemer who seeks self-gain at the expense of others

Maybe it won't be as bad as I think... hell, Fabio is an okay guy - I'm just not sure he's aware of the work that comes with Presidency. Here are my two main fears:

1. Fabio won't do anything.
2. Bitchface will: a) follow suit, b) turn the council into a clique, or c) a little bit of both

And the funny thing is, dispite any/all the homicidal feelings I may have towards Bitchface, this prediction is not biased. I based it mainly on her stellar performance at Sears, where she was on both Sound and Hosting duites.

Her entire contribution consisted of converting oxygen into CO2 while warming up the chair (or two) next to Whoremonger while he did blocking. Also, she was such a good crew member that she didn't once show up when she was actually needed to run through sound, leaving me to scramble and find a replacement a week before the show. And she was such a good host that I got pulled out of class when she neglected to show up for hosting duties... though apparently she was well enough to come and park her ass up in the tech booth. Hmm. Yeah, that's definately President material right there. (And by the way I was being sarcastic.)

Also. Listen to her when she talks and within two minutes you'll likely pick up on at least one of her most favorite subjects:

1. How great/funny/cool/'popular' she is
2. How stupid/lame/gross/fat someone else is
3. How downright amazing she is dispite her life being (and I quote) "a living hell" (ie. they got pizza but she wanted chinese)
4. Divulging something someone else told to her, to show off how great/funny/cool/'popular' she is
5. Gossip in general, so long as she remains the center of attention (or at least the center of Whoremonger's attention, because if that does not happen massive pouting will ensue)

So... yeah. Given her attraction to ass-kissers, I wouldn't be surprised if a circle of adoring people all washing her feet is exactly what she has in mind. Which brings me back to the politics - God bless America!

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Confessions

Mood: content
Music: Oasis - Stop Crying Your Heart Out

Here is where I go all Usher on yo' ass - these are my confessions, yo.

Okay. Here's the dirt - I am addicted to the new Kalan Porter song, 'In spite of it all' and for some reason (only God knows why) I find him devilishly attractive in that video.


Oh Kalan, honey! *swoon*

Alrighty... for starters, he looks like a woman. Okay, 'woman' is a bit of a stretch... he looks like a freaking fourteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl! And yet, at the sound of that sweet pop-rock baseline and that sexy violin my eyes glue themselves to my TV screen in fixed enchantment... *sigh*

Actually, I think I'm going to go ahead and blame it all on the violin. Somewhere in between Interview With the Vampire and Queen of the Damned I got it into my head that anything with a violin = seduction.

...Which I now realize may not be all that accurate. But so help me, that gothic raggedy-anne look - hot DAMN!

...Te he he!

Also. Lastnight I went to see The Diary of Anne Frank becasue that kick-ass Mallory girl was in it, and ended up on the verge of tears because of having to listen to Spunki's stiffled sobbing during Mr. Frank's final rip-your-heart-out monologue. Can you believe it? Me, teary eyed in public! Gah!!

And there were tarot readings and pasta eatings at my humble abode, then the 20 question game at Mikey's house. One of my questions was 'what is a song that reminds you of yourself?' I said "Stop Crying Your Heart Out" by Oasis. Because, YAY! After a year it seems I have finally heeded that advice! :-)

Ta Da

Okay so I promised I wouldn't... I lied.

Here's another QUIZ!!! :-D




Which Finger Eleven song are you?

This quiz made while Angel was procrastinating her ass off.

Nate is my FAVORITE!!!

Mood: excellent
Music: Kelly Clarkson - Behind These Hazel Eyes

Today I watched Oprah because OH MY GOD! Nate is my FAVORITE!!



My Favorite
Nate is the best. Truly. He's my personal Jesus. He makes everything so cute and charming! HE'S so cute and charming... and smiley, loveable, and HOT! (...not to mention gay.) Oh, Nate! *swoon*

Anywhoo. What else is new? I'll tell you! (It rhymes! Woo Hoo!)

Ever since I got accepted at Laurention I've been bombarded with school newspapers (that I never read) and invitations to visit them on campus. Do you know how much postage costs from Sudbury to Guelph? $1.70 per item! ...They could well have covered half my tuition in postage by now! Gah! I'm being stalked by an educational institution!

Well that's pretty much what's new and happening in my life.

Ta Da!

Social Burn-Out

Mood: tipsy
Music: U2 - One

I am allergic to all people right now. Two days: people, people, people. Don't get me wrong. I absolutely adore the select specimens I've been with (though I don't know why, they're just as smelly and slobbery as all the rest... grumble grumble) but I would be completely happy if I didn't see another human being (aside for those dieing for my amusement on my television screen - Patrick Swayze you know who you are hahaHA!!!) for a hearty twelve hours or so. Tee hee! I'm a social reject! I am an extroverted introvert.

Anyways, I would like to take this time to announce that I have no idea what I'm drinking but God, is it good! And I would also like to give a little overdue thanks to my backspace button, because, boy! Is it ever handy right now!

Well. I rented Ghost this afternoon. The best part is that dead guy on the train. Hehe! I didn't realize it was supposed to be funny! Ho! I am so, so bored right now. Bored enough to reveal that I had a dream that I was getting it on with Ben Stiller. HA! Ben Stiller, I ask you...

I here comprise for you a list of 10 things that I would rather be doing at this very moment.

1. Ghost hunting. For real. I'm not even kidding. Find me a medium and I'm THERE!
2. Camping. Yay! Fire! Tent! Mosquitos!
3. Making out with Jake Gyllenhaal. (Possibly whilst engaging in activities no. 1 and/or 2)
4. Befriending someone who enjoys the drive to Tobermory.
5. Driving to Tobermory. Tobermory's fucking great!!
6. Egging something/someone. ...Just because.
7. Strolling through Paris, France. (Whilst possibly partaking, in intervals, activity no. 3)
8. Time travelling to something cool.
9. Reading Harry Potter had I the coherency to read right now.
10. Eating medeterannian Pasta. I'm hungry.

Anneliese want food.

Cheerio!

Hello Boobies

Mood: tired...
Music: Sarah Mclachlan - Possession

I find it weird that I'm the only one in my household that finds it weird that one may enjoy a crisp, charming view of my neighbor's dining room from the comfort of my very own loo. Seriously. My neighbor's architecht must have been some kind of creepy pervert as he strategically organized the center of his household to overlook my john. What kind of person does that!?!? Ever since I've reached the withering heights of 5'5", I've become extremely self-concious every time I venture into my bathroom. It's dangerous!! If I'm not carefull, I walk right out of the shower and it's "Why, hello! BOOBIES!" to whoever happens to be eating breakfast next door. Don't believe me? See for yourself:

Annnd the close-up:

There you can clearly see said window. AND their eldest son playing basketball...

...People wonder why this perturbs me. Well, if they lived under the constant threat of inadvertantly exposing themselves to a ten-year-old boy they might feel a little perturbed too.

I rest my case.

...Ta Da.

The Grapes and the Wrath

Music: Audioslave - Be Yourself

And so it was, the last rugby game of the season, against an intimidating purple-clad Centennial CVI. The grapes didn't have too much wrath this year -- we almost didn't lose!! ...And the prospect of that thrills me.

Things that were discovered on Centennial's feild:

1. Dog poo. (YAY! I love the poo!!)
2. A tampon.
3. A condom and condom wrapper.
4. Liz's mouthguard.

Yay! Hygene is fun for everyone! Anyways. Today I learned that I hate referees. Today I also learned that young, pure, innocent, naive GC girls rugby players should not be allowed to wander astray on foreign schoolgrounds.

Innocent One: Did we come this way?
Innocent Two: Yeah, I remember coming this way! *both trek into corridor trajecting the distinct bouncing of basket balls*
Myself: *reads bold, black lettering painted on Centennial wall* ...No, that is definately the boy's change room.

Silly, silly girls.

Annnnnnd I'm spent!

Scarface

Mood: slightly annoyed
Music: radiohead - creep

Okay.

One thing I really like about my rugby team is the common courtesy we have for one another in that we all maintain our fingernails at a civilized length, consequently allowing myself and others to attend practice without the fear of losing a CHUNK out of the FACE!

Gah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, okay, I'm exaggerating... It's a scratch... but a very prominant one!! And she could have had my EYE!!! Grr... I am definately sending John F. Ross a pair of complementary nail clippers. Biznatches!

Oh. And if bleeding from the face wasn't fun enough, I also got rolled on by a 300 pound girl.

w00t w00t!

A Prayer Request

Mood: cynical
Music: Neil Young - The Needle and the Damage Done

Yes, I am a bad person, I have not updated in * checks dashboard * returns from dashboard * hoarsly whispers* : seven days! (Gah! I hate The Ring.) Maybe I'm not so much bad as I am lazy, so I appologize for what the Ever-Wonderful Christopher would call "my behavioural sloth". Sorry. I know life must be excrutiating without me, but it's okay. Really. You can put away your vodka and razor blades now. I'm back.

Yesterday while driving in the car, after growling at three consecutive red lights and voicing my displeasure at their failure to turn green the moment of my arrival, my mother informed me that I should pray for a smaller ego and bigger tits. My own mother!!
Anyways, tonight is our convert-a-friend event at CELL and I've been seriously considering asking the group to pray that I get a smaller ego and bigger tits -- Unfortunately, I can think of one or two people who might take offence to that who will be in my immediate vicinity this evening. Coincidence? (I think not.)

...Moving on.

I went to Owen Sound last weekend. In Owen Sound you can take a taxi from point A to point B for a flat rate of $5 and, knowing what I know now, I can't help but feel a little ripped off. (Guelph rates average at $8.40 just to get to Mikey's... those swindlers!) Anyways, in Owen Sound the cabs are painted white, red and blue, much like a law enforcement vehicle aka cop car. My world-wise 15-year-old delinquent brother scoffed at this dirty trick because the kids on drugs won't know weather to run to them or away from them. Ha ha.

Well, it's been fun procrastinating but I have a resume to write.

Ta Da!

Hooray for Stalking!

Mood: delighted
Music: Alanis Morresette - Uninvited

Yesterday! I totally went onto Hot or Not and saw A GUY!!!!! Not just ANY guy persay, but an EXACT (well, close enough) copy of ELIJAH WOOD! ...WOO freaking HOO!! Because we all know what this means!! -- I might actually have a chance!!! Praise the LORD!!


"Severe Hottie"
And I may or may not have become weak from near-swoonage. And I might have bookmarked his page, enabling myself to return frequently for continual viewing pleasure. And there is a chance that between the time this picture was discovered and now, my computer background has mysteriously changed it's self to the exact likeness of this image. ...How random!

Anyways. I would like to end by informing you all that over the weekend I had a dream that Mr. Goldstein lived inside a giant mushroom and that the cast of Waiting headed by Fabio and Mrs. Bergen, with the help of a few charming little elves, threw him a surprise birthday party.

Yeah. I don't know either.

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Talking to Myself

Music: Fugees - Killing me Softly
# of sleeps untill Star Wars: 18

I'm back. (...Or is it that I never really left?)

Anyways. Note to self that I have to stop posting quizzes on my blog, because albiet the fact that anime people are cute, they never all load at the same time -- It's like winning the friggin' lottery. (But lamer.) So... ONWARD!

I have but two things to announce:

1. Queer Eye for the Straight Guy has returned to Global at 10pm on Wednesdays and that makes me deliriously happy beyond all comprehension.

2. I can proudly say that I have readers!! YES -- That is a plural! There is an 's' on the end of the word 'reader', implying that there are more than one of them! w00t w00t! Her name is Whit-nay(!) and I'm on her favourites list! Hooray! A thousand kisses, darling.

Annnnd I'm spent!

"How can I compete with pretty girls and cocaine?"

Mood: excellent, due to recent discovery of Mini Egg cache
Music: Scissor Sisters - Mary

Okay, ever since I was in France I've had this weird re-occouring dream where a pod of orcas is trying to eat me, and I end up seeking refuge on an oil rig and fighting them off with tasers! Gah! Damn you Shamu!!

So now that we're all done spying on my nemisis (I've decided to keep an eye on him... watching my back, just incase...) I will inform you that I have taken the innitiative to decipher what my dream means... dun dun DUN! So here we go.

Orca
To see an orca in your dream, signifies distrust and suspicious motives.
(I knew that Shamu was up to somethin'!!!)

Water
To see water in your dream, symbolizes your unconscious and your emotional state of mind. Water is the living essence of the psyche and the flow of life energy.
(Okay, great, so my water is full of distrust and suspicious motives. Hmm. I knew there was something funny about it...)

Weapons (ie. taser?)
To see or hold a weapon in your dream, indicates a need to defend and protect yourself emotionally and/or physically. You are experiencing some conflict in your waking life. Alternatively, it suggests a fear of sexuality.
(Eesh... this dreaming business is more depressing than me thunk.)

Blue
Blue represents truth, wisdom, heaven, eternity, devotion, tranquility, loyalty and openness. The presence of this color in your dream, may symbolize your spiritual guide and your optimism of the future. You have clarity of mind.
(That's good! ...Right? RIGHT!? Well, then I hit this next tidbit:)
...Depending on the context of your dream, the color blue may also be a metaphor of "being blue" and feeling sad.
(Pssh... Thanks, Blue! Thanks for stealing my sunshine!!)

Gray
Gray indicates fear, fright, depression, ill health, ambivalence and confusion. You may feel emotionally distant or detached.
(...Yay?)

SO! According to dreammoods.com, my emotional state is filled with distrust against suspicious motives, which I must protect myself from emotionally and phiscally as I climb out of my ocean of sadness onto my rig of ambivalence and confusion... riight.

I think I am ready for some chocolate now.

Ta Da!