Get the Picture?

Mood: painkilling
Music: The Cure - Friday I'm in Love

Oh my goodness me! My face hurts like a motherfucker right now, not to mention the fact that I look like a damn chipmunk! HOORAY FOR WISDOM TEETH! ...Or lack thereof. I got them out at 8:30 this morning, and let me just say:



"Good day to you too!"

...Fuckers.

I am also terribly overjoyed to announce my divorce from the services of picvault.info! Woo-frickin-hoo!! For one thing, I switched to photobucket.com which is exactly the same price (read: FREE) and is like 1, 000, 000x better on account of it doesn't SUCK! HA! ...But I guess I won't really be needing that either because now I can upload pictures directly to my blog! Alas, my prayers have been answered!

Ta Da

I found more QUIZZES! Ah, ha ha ha ha!

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A Bunch of Girls Watching Star Wars.

Mood: super!
Music: The Imperial March

So, instead of stalking the internet lastnight 'till four o'clock in the morning, I had a crazy and fun all-girls STAR WARS MARATHON!!! (can I get a 'w00t'?) :-D

...We were up all night and I have no memory of getting home, but here I am! It was fun - Char, Megs, Sharlin and moi - there was not a Y chromosome in sight!! ...And let me tell you, it made the experience a little different. For example: [enter: Chewbacca]

"Woo!"
"Oh baby."
"Chewie's pretty sexy."
"Oh boy, I'd like to snuggle up to THAT! ...Come give Charlotte a HUUUG!"

By the time Empire was halfway through (we started watching at episode IV) we had an intricate love web establised that went something like (let + represent marriage and + represent affair) :

Char + Chewie (She was seeing Yoda on the side, but she dumped him for being weird in the swamp.)
Megs + Obi Wan ("It's not BEN!! It's OB - like the tampon!")
Sharlin + Han Solo + Leia ("Check out those buns!") + R2 ( 'cause "He's got lotsa gadgets ;-)" )
Anneliese + Vader (the way he crushes those tracheas is SUCH a turn-on! ...I love a forward man! :-P )

Nobody wanted Luke. He's annoying.

Also, we were quite alright to chit-chat through the strategic military scenes.

"The look Russian!"
"Maybe it's like, a Cold War thing."
"They look German!"
"No! Russian!"
"They all look the same!"
"...Maybe they're Chinese."

I think it was a good thing that there was no boy amongst us, our lack of shut-up would have made him cry.

And so! After Jedi we went upstairs and made COOKIES! :-D

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Good Morning Sunshine!

Mood: cheerful
Music: Sheryl Crow - My Favourite Mistake

Okay. So. Forty-five minutes ago my paranoid little brother informed me that he was hearing noises outside of our house. So I told him to just lock the doors and go to bed. So he locked the doors but he didn't go to bed - because he's paranoid. Just now he walks in and says:

"That's gay! I've been listening to it for fourty-five mintues thinking someone's out there, and it's just the wallnuts falling off the trees."

Haha! Wallnuts! ...Idiot. ;-) (Just thought I'd share.)

Anywho!

After a blissful six hour sleep (six whole hours -woo hoo :-P) I was awakened by a faint murmering and giggles (which at first, I took to be Mike McGregor - haha!) coming from outside my window, which exploded into a chirpy chorus of "Good Morning, Good Morning"! And behold, who is gracing my alleyway but Mikey and Cat (aka Spunki)! I proceeded out my front door (not before mentally grabbing my imaginary shotgun) went round to the alley, took aim, and fired.

...Hooligans. They said they were coming over "around nine" but geeze, they should have specified which nine. GAH! Its almost July - what are they, crazy? That time of day does not exist at this time of year! Eesh.

But then we went out for french toast. It was delectable!

Ta Da.

A quest for the random and literate...

Mood: passive
Music: Nine Inch Nails - March of the Pigs

So. Today I was the proud owner of a five-year-old and a ten-year-old for five-some-odd hours of my life. Now, for the very first time, I am viewing the divine substance of caffine in a somewhat less positive light.
That's right. For all you babysitters and young parents out there, chocolate chip cookies at 9pm = bad idea.
Believe me. (Because, surely after five hours I am just a fountain of knowledge.)

Anywho! I was reading epitomeofgraceandperfection's blog (thank you for the love, by the way ;-) ) and I came across this sweet little dealy:

Book Blog

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don’t search around and look for the “coolest” book you can find. Do what’s actually next to you.

I suppose the idea is you find something deep and/or philosophical. Well, here it is:

"A regurgitating toilet?"

-J.K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, 2003, Raincoast Books.

...Steep your minds in that, my children.

Ta Da!

Chocolate for the Eyes

Mood: giddy
Music: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Soul to Squeeze

If you are reading this, STOP! ...And proceed immediately to your nearest showcasing of Batman Begins, directed by Christopher Nolan and starring Christian Bale as Bruce Wayne/ Batman ...blah blah blah... and Cillian Murphy as Dr. Johnathan Crane.




Mr. Murphy

Good Lord! Boys should not be allowed to come that pretty!!! And, because I'm twisted, he's like 1000x hotter in the movie as he plays an evil doctor that wears sexy glasses and you get to see him in a straight jacket! *joygasm*

Ahem. Anyways. Aside from that, the movie was brilliant! Go see it, because if Nolan's Batman and Burton's Batman got into a fight, Nolan's Batman would SO win - that's how frickin good it is! (And I love Burton.)

In other news, lastnight I learned that my Pretend Internet Boyfriend is actually an undercover ska kid - OMGWTFLOL coolest person ever!

Ta Da!

Where the hell have I been for the past twelve months...

Okay. I was talking to Megs just now, which got me to realizing - Sweet Jesus! Hillside was a year ago!

A year ago!!!!

All the while I've been trapped inside my little head with my eyes closed and my hands pressed firmly over my ears screaming "LA LA LA" untill my voice is raw and I'm bleeding from the lungs, the Earth has continued and is continuing to progress along it's mighty solar racetrack and holy hell! A year of my life is GONE, never to return - now, were the hell was I?!?

GAH!!! Damn shenanigans!!

Room for Improvment (and possibly even to grow!)

Mood: cheerful
Music: jack johnson - better together

As many people who have had the honour and privilege of listening to me talk know, the showers at my gym are absoluetly fabulous! Amazing! ...Legendary! Perhaps if you are a girl and live in the surrounding area you have even had the pleasure of experiencing them - then I wouldn't have to go on about the masterfully-tuned water pressure, pristine individual shower enclosures and infinate supply of hot, steamy water. (It is truly fantastic!)
One thing the showering vicinity could use, however, is a team of glorius speakers continually playing Jack Johnson's In Between Dreams CD for the enjoyment of happy-go-lucky gals such as myself. ...They would also assist to cover up any possible massacre of Better Together comitted by said happy-go-lucky individuals that remains audiable above the elegant downpour of steamy revitalizing water.
Just a suggestion, you know, for the greater good.

Also, I have a KFC flyer boasting of a contest where you can win backyard merchandise AND - wait for it - a consultation with Room To Grow's own Carson Arthur! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! :-D :-D :-D

So long and goodnight.

What dar?!

Mood: very open, possibly unwittingly drunk
Music: Green Day - American Idiot

This might be the most heathen thing I've ever admitted to, but if I were to ever do a strip tease, it would most definately be to the tune of Smashing Pumpkins' "Zero" and may or may not incorperate black leather and a red cowboy hat. (Yeehaw!)

Ha ha! Fly free, oh inner whore!

Anyways. Funny story about something that happened this past weekend.

It all started when the brother and I arrived at The Father's house in Durham, and upon our arrival him deciding it was the right time to inform us that his "friend from work" might be dropping by.
No less than two minutes later said friend from work pulls up infront of the house (immaculate timing, I must admit) and reveals themself as a hot blonde 43-year-old co-worker who totally looks about 30. The visit was alright with me, because rarely do I get the chance to interact with other females whilst visiting my lone-wolf single-parent Father (and also, for once he was not checking out someone young enough to technically be my sister). In a rather successful attempt to establish commonground with said other female, who will from this moment forward be known as 'Kayla', I requested that The Father skip forth to the LCBO and bring me some raspberry zinfindel in order to demonstrate how nice and well-trained I have him.
Upon returning from his jaunt to the liquor store, he promptly served me a glass of my beloved raspberry-tasting alcoholic beverage in order to demonstrate to Kayla what a gentleman he is.
Which is just dandy. And so the three of us enjoyed a lovely noon-hour retreat beneith the gigantic maple tree. However, after a while The Father quickly nipped inside and (to underscore the fact that he's a real gentleman) returned with a refilled glass of alcohol for his little 18.5 BMI non-drinking daughter who had on this particular occasion overlooked her breakfast.
...Oh boy.
Not to be rude, I accepted the beverage and as it disappered, fought the growing urge to lay down on the grass and gab about how nice and pretty everything is. I also found myself conciously reminding myself quite often to pay attention to the conversation which I was progressively drifting away from. And then the thought occoured to me: "Oh. My. God. I am drunk. At one o'clock in the afternoon."

And so I died a little inside.

Ta Da!

Million Dollar Idiot

Mood: happy
Music: lol... Avril Lavigne - Fall to Pieces

Today I lived a little part of my life as a rich person - I rejuvinated my body, mind and soul with an exhillarating $90 workout! :-D Boo yeah!
...Actually, I am leading you on. I did the exact same thing as a $6 workout would have entailed, except I've been on my couch in a catatonic state in front of Oprah for the past three months while they sucked away all my money. (Haha. "Sucked".)

But this is truly curious! I have discovered that I am six pounds lighter than I thought I was, which is great because it means my regime of sitting on my ass and eating pizza is working out for me! :-)


w00t!

The Smallest Violin

Mood: mourning
Music: Green Day - American Idiot

You know, If I wasn't completely insane and had NOT decided to decline the offers of admission to not one, but TWO Universities, today would have been my last day of highschool!!
I was almost swept away by a torrent of tears of joy, from all the little 12th graders who no longer are condemned to haunt the cold, lonely halls of Guelph Collegiate.

GAH! Pity me. Now - It's MSN fun time with Nick Nick!!! :-D

oXo...Jane Doe...oXo says:
hear it? it's the smallest violin in the world playing JUUUUUST for me.
NiQ says:
well second
NiQ says:
I tried to get the first but
NiQ says:
it was on loan
oXo...Jane Doe...oXo says:
...well, It's the thought that counts.

Ta Da.

[edited to add: What ever happened to the bee girl from that Blind Melon video?]

Blinky

Mood: bored.
Music: Foo Fighters - Everlong (acoustic version)

I am writing here to celebrate the novelty of being awake at the rare hour of 1:36 in the morning. Yes. My sleeping pattern has been rather severly obstructed as of late, and now I sit here sipping raspberry zinfandel and chuckling on the inside because - bedtime? HA! I'm above it all! I've taken to napping in intervals of 1 to four hours, three times a day, which has probably already started to manifest within me blueprints for a premature death. But hey! It's like I have the internet all to myself! Woo Hoo!

Cheerio, dahlings!

[edited to say: So far I have finished writing a Novella, learned a new word (perfidy - because it's in my novella) written a speil about tolerance which ends up putting more focus on pineapple pizza then actually on tolerance, listened to the acoustic version of Everlong about 500 million times, and had a craving for mozarella sticks. It's been quite eventful.]

Reading Material

Mood: amused
Music: Foo Fighters - Best of You

SO! Today I went to Fabio's house after lunch, and managed to scrounge up some reading material! Lookie here, and pay close attention to the title. Heh!

"...Analise must trade her innocence to this Union spy and major, the iron-willed Mark Schaeffer, the man who treats her like [wait for it!!] pirate booty and posesses her with a jealous fury."

Har har.

You know, one would think I would have to be the most narcissistic person in the world to have posession of a self-titled erotica, but personally I find it rather entertaining.

Ta Da!

Cool as a Cucumber!

Mood: tired
Music: A Perfect Circle - Thirteenth Step

There are torrents of rain that would drown a small puppy, and tornadoes are touching down twenty minutes away from here but YIPEE! For the first time in over a week I'm not sweating like a funky hog!

WOO HOO!!! (It's actually under 20 degrees out! It's wonderful!!)

Ta Da!

Litterary Soap Opera

Mood: tired
Music: Sarah Mclachlan - Afterglow

This afternoon I finished up reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phonenix and good God, I sure don't remember crying so much two years ago when I read it. I guess I have just matured more. Now, I'm not going to go ahead and give away the ending to someone who maybe hasn't read it but oh my word! It touched me. Right here. *gently and sombrely holds right hand over heart* (Or, if you're a pervert, over my left boob.)

Oh man. When [anonymous] fell through the black curtian of death I wanted to jump right into the book and drag him back again! Becase NO! He can't die!!!! AHHH! IT'S SO SAD! Oh! And then the line:

"...the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength."

*Sob* -- Harry, I love you!!

Oh! Oh! And when you learn that Professer Snape (who is like, almost my favourite character!!) tried to help Harry -- *tear* See! I always knew he was a good guy! (...And kind of hot in the movies!)

And then where it talks about how Sirius cared about Harry more than any other person in the world... aww! (That's soooo... it's soooo.... oh no wait, I'm going to cry agan!) Oh, right, and then in the next chapter when Harry unwraps his two-way mirror. Okay. I am definatley tearing up right now! How is this a kid's book!!!!?!?!?!?? It's bloody depressing!

And then the line that made me feel really sad - "...some wounds run too deep for the healing."

Oh man. And when Dumbledore cried too. That was also sad. The last page was kind of happy though, so it kinda sorta balances it out a teensy bit. But it's still sad. (And I guess it doesn't help that I'm listening to Sarah Mclachlan right now.)

...THE NEXT BOOK COMES OUT IN JULY!! YAY JULY! C'MON, JULY!!

Hehe!

making progress

Mood: cheerful, though compramisingly hot
Music: My Chemical Romance - I never told you what I do for a living

Tonight was the progressive supper at church, and I must say, it progressed rather well. I got to play Scatagories for the first time EVER! And seriously... any Scatagories virgins out there, you're seriously missing out. I reccommend that you go play Scatagories NOW, all night long, with as many people as possible - friends! Family! Strangers... Whoever! Just do it!!

Also. I feel a little... unclean today, as I have spent 4.5 of the last 24 hours inside of a mall. That's 18.5 % of my day -- But take into account how much I slept, and it makes it closer to 37.5% of my day. Gah! For shame!
It actually wasn't that bad though, because:
A) it is AIR CONDITIONED! Hallelujah!
B) I aquired a magic shirt! It's magic because it's orange and it matches everything I OWN!!!!



Hells Yeah!...I can wear it with:

• my blue plaid pajama pants
• the most comfortable green skirt in the world
• jeans
• light, dark or olive kahkis
• black pants (duh)
• my white capris

In fact if you found something I could NOT wear this shirt with that would make you, in all probability, God.

Also, C) D) E) and F) are: we found a gigantic fake tootsie roll pop and took pictures with it, they were playing X and Y in Chapters, I only ran into three people that I had to make smalltalk with, and we read a book called Sextrology which captivated me beyond all comprehension for the whole of fifteen minutes.

It was great. It told me what kind of sex I could have with either Mikey or Spunki, and, just for kicks, with my Pretend Internet Boyfriend. With Mikey I would have your typical Sex in the City romp, and with Spunki I would totally have cheesy Soap Opera sex. My Pretend Internet Boyfriend and I, however, would have enrapturing Cold Mountain sex (mmm Jude Law) or maybe even some knock-out Natalie/Jude Closer sex. (That is, if Jude wasn't a complete asshole in that movie.) Sexilicious.

It also told me that my boyfriends tend to be self-centered egotistical jerks that completely take me for granted, but we knew that already. (...Jerk.)

Then it said that I am "grace personified" because of my natural disposition towards kindness and forgivness, and then spent roughly two pages talking about how I'm basically a doormat because even though I am fully capable of ending something and never looking back (ie. MSN-- "I'm bored, this conversation isn't going anywhere!" "Okay, bye!" --> *delete*) ...of all the signs, even if I am slapped in the face by love I am more likey to turn the other cheek.

Come to think of it, it's kind of freaky because alot of the stuff it said was true. Damn Aquarius birthrights...

I am off to my room now, to medatate on the thought of having my body flash frozen in ice cold bliss.

Ta Da.

Margarita, anyone?

Mood: grr
Music: Marylin Manson - Sweet Dreams

Okay. So. Lastnight I slept on the floor of my porch because it's the coolest place I could get to without breaking and entering. I. Hate. This. Weather.

Hate! Hate! GAH!!!

DO YOU HEAR ME GLOBAL WARMING? FUCK OFF!!

...
...
...

Somebody shoot me. That, or get me a margarita.

Weird?

Mood: complacent
Music: Diana Krall - The Girl In The Other Room

Am I a complete freak if I want to get the greek word for 'love' (αγάπη) tattooed on me in what looks like Lichtenberg Figures?

Brand Spankin' New

Mood: bitchy
Music: The Killers - midnight show

Here is a new post.

The current bout of re-effing-diculous hot weather coupled by a general lack of air conditioning in most facilities has meant I am in a constant state of bitchy/tired (due to no sleep because of excruciating heat) or bitchy/angry (on account of my right of not sweating to death is being violated by my landlords failure to instal air conditioning) or just plain old all-around bitchery where I just bitch about everything and then some. ie- Its soooo hot! / My thighs are sweaty! / I want a f***ing margarita!

IT SUCKS!

...Onward.

Yes, Friday was my formal. I actually didn't have a date but I improvised with two fine lady friends aka Charlotte and Lady Red. So just imagine me, with like, Vanna White x2. Yes, I got that lucky. ;-) haha.
I threw on my vintage wedding gown (which, might I smugly announce, stole the show!) and I braved the red lipstick (my lips were redder than a fire truck!) and then went and ate sauteed pears and danced to crappy music for four hours. Yay! It was fun though. I really enjoyed myself - I'm just kind of a bitch right now because its SO EFFING HOT!!!


We're Effing Hot!

I think I'll go throw on a string bikini and coerce someone into taking me to Dairy Queen.

Ta Da.

I got the strap!! The bra strap, that is!

Mood: enlightened
Music: Somewhere out There - Our Lady Peace

Yesterday I went on a three-hour quest for formal shoes with my good good pals Megs and Char. Though every open shoe store in town was browsed, no acceptable shoes were found. But I got a new bra! Woo Hoo! It's bloody perfect! (Well, not perfect in the way that it was specifically designed to mold onto my breasts, but pretty close!) Anyways, that's pretty exciting and if you're a skinny girl with small boobs you know what I'm talking about - a good bra is damn near impossible to find! Also, what the crap!! There were bras at Sears that could fit on Charlotte's head!! ...can somebody say "breast reduction"? Honestly, who wears a size Z bra? (I don't know if they're actually called that, just speculating.) ...Those women must have serious back problems.

Anyways. After I got home it took me 20 minutes just to get the straps adjusted. Firstly they were all coiled together, secondly once I got that sorted out one strap was inverted (don't ask me how I managed that) and so, frusterated, I did what anyone would do: called The Mother. After several more minutes of grueling agony, the situation was finally under control. But honestly! I wanted boob support, not a fricking brain teaser! Gah!

One acts tonight! Must commence self-beautification process!

Ciao!