Lyrical Verses

Mood: I've been better
Music: Norah Jones - I've got to see you again

A very wise man once said to me:

"I'm a forty-nine-yard jungle and she's got like, a million machetes to get through me."

Thankyou, Michael Luttmann.

Peace out, my hookers!

Mood: excellent
Music: Gob - I Hear You Calling

So, my three glorious years of rugby playing have finally come to an end with a 48-0 loss against Fergus (but since my team can't count, those numbers mean nothing to us). The end of this chapter in my life saddens me a little, for much fun was indeed had... however, since it ended with nice legs, a fantastic ass (if I do say so myself) and not taking any adventures in an ambulance, I am happy.

Although when I come back from Trent and take in a couple of games I wouldn't mind seeing the Gaels win one or two. Really, it's not so much to ask -- all we need are some fresh strategies. Such as assistant coach (fondly known to my teammates as 'Mr. McHottie') standing in the other team's end zone with ice cream and money.

Now that would get the ball out!

To all my girls: Go eight man!!!

Ta da.

MSN Fun Time With Mulligan!

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens says:
quit your job

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens says:
buy a motorcycle

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens says:
drive to Mexico

Anneliese says:
i'll jot that down on my list of things to do

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens says:
it's on mine

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens says:
You can come with

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens says:
We can car pool

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens says:
gas is very expensive these days

Anneliese says:
okay, but only if theres cocaine and gambling involved.

Anneliese says:
and lots of it.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens says:
it's Mexico

Anneliese says:
...touché






Annnd, I'm spent!

Ah, growing up...

Mood: wonderful!
Music: Tool - 10,000 days

You know you're blossoming into a mature and delightful young adult when you show up to your own art show half-drunk, as I did this past Wednesday evening.
The show was from seven to nine at The Boathouse, and my dad had bought me half a liter of Austrailian wine at dinner to celebrate my getting into University*. I wasn't paying too much attention, (as is a common practice of winos), but over the course of the meal I ended up polishing off nearly the whole thing by myself. Consequently, by the time we reached The Boathouse, the majority of my efforts were directed towards attempting not to trip over such tricky things as sentences, or my own two feet.
Generally, I was a success, though it did not occour to me at the time to perhaps curb my enthusiasm just slightly as most of my interactions went somewhat like this:

Art Teacher: [casually] "So, what do you think" (of the art show)?
Me: [as if talking to a partially deaf, mentally retarded two-year old] "Yeaaah! I LIKE it -- Oh, I think it's realllly great!!"

Because in retrospect, I think I must have sounded a bit silly.

Ta Da!

* I've been accepted into the Trent-Queen's Concurrent Education program, bitches!! YEAH! That means I can officially take my name off the suicide watch list, as I will not be having to relocate way the hell out to Sudbury to live amongst miners and cows. ...Yay!

Great Ambitions

Mood: alright
Music: Smashing Pumpkins - Disarm

I've another feat to add to my list of Life's Ambitions.

At work they've introduced a system for cashiers that rates their performance, and blocks them into either the 100th, 75th, 50th or 25th percentile.

There's this little legend of symbols such as "$" which means you should use the countertop scanner more often, or "#" which means you're using the quantity key too much. However, if you do well, or even excel at these small tasks, they come up in a little list beside your number with the word "great" or "excellent" beside them, and so it reads something like ">#*t@$ good".
Right now I'm in the 75th percentile, but that's not good enough for me. Oh, no. For, my new ambition in life, from this day forward, is to become a >#*$ing excellent cashier!!

Yeah baby!

Ta da.

Joys of the Workplace

Mood: tired
Music: dandy warhols - we used to be friends

So I havn't written anything in a few days short of quite a while. Mainly due to work. And school. And rugby. And having a geographically inconvienient boyfriend whom I could e-mail instead. And the time allotted to freaking out over University choices. (And of course also due to pure, wonderful laziness.)

Anyways, for the most part I am liking my work now that the brainwashing segment --uh, I mean computer training-- is over, and I get to do actual work. My co-workers and superiors are all darlings. And if I had any subordinates I'm sure they would be darlings, too. (Oh wait-- they're called Lot Associates! Ha ha!)

And something that is especially fun is when you're operating your cash register and you press Escape at the wrong time and you get that badass little prompt that says

"Escape is not allowed at this point."

Which is particularily poignent when, say, everyone in the store has formed a line at your till and your scanning apparatuses mysteriously cease to function.

It's almost as good as the time Mikey got on the intercom and requested "a lighting associate to the lightbulb section." Hehe. (...It was funny to me, alright?)

And I'm spent!

[edited to say: "Money money money money, mooooooooney!"]