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[Mar. 25th, 2007|09:04 pm] |
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I LOVE chocolate-covered coffee beans!!
I admit I was a bit doubtful about them at first. But the doubt!!!! is no more!!!! EXCLAMATION!!! MARK!!!!
LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!!1234567!!!89!!!! |
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[Mar. 18th, 2007|03:18 pm] |
What obsolete skill are you?
You are 'juggling'. Jugglers, tumblers, and other street performers were a very popular sort of entertainment once, before movies and talkies and online quizzes supplanted them.You like to put on a show for people, and they like to watch. You are friendly and well-liked, particularly for your sense of humor, although you sometimes play with people's heads. You are frequently the center of attention, and you like it that way. However, you have to realize that the world does not revolve around you. Furthermore, you have to learn that your light-hearted antics are not appropriate to all situations. Your problem is that juggling has been obsolete for a long time.
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[Mar. 17th, 2007|02:34 pm] |
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Happy St. Pattie's day everyone!!
Green beer!
Potatoes!
Pots of gold! (I wish)
Leprechauns!
Hehehe... especially the leprechaun that sits on my shoulder and tells me to burn things...
His name is O'Mally. ;)
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[Mar. 15th, 2007|10:44 am] |
| You Are Elmo | 
Sweet and innocent, you expect everyone to adore you. And they usually do!
You are usually feeling: Talkative. You've got tons of stories to tell. And when you aren't talking, you're laughing.
You are famous for: Being popular, though no one knows why. Middle aged women especially like you.
How you life your life: With an open heart. "Elmo loves you!" |
| In 1987 (the year you were born) | 
Ronald Reagan is president of the US
Wall Street crashes sending the Dow Jones Industrial average down 22.6%
President Reagan and Soviet Leader Gorbachev sign an unprecedented missile reduction agreement
Televangelist Jim Bakker resigns amid accusations of sexual infidelity and financial impropriety
Wall Street financier Ivan Boesky is sentenced to three years in prison in an insider trading scandal
Gary Hart withdraws from the 1988 presidential campaign under accusations of infidelity
The Food and Drug Administration approves anti-AIDS drug AZT
Prozac makes its debut in the US
Bow Wow, Joss Stone, and Hilary Duff are born
Minnesota Twins win the World Series
New York Giants win Superbowl XXI
Edmonton Oilers win the Stanley Cup
Three Men and a Baby is the top grossing film
"Walk Like An Egyptian" by The Bangles spends the most time at the top of the US charts
Full House, Married with Children, and Star Trek: The Next Generation premiere |
I love Walk Like An Egyptian. *doo doodle doo* |
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| This would've been funnier if it had been 5.30 like it was a few days ago |
[Aug. 2nd, 2006|08:35 pm] |
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X-posted this from deadjournal from a couple days ago because it struck me as funny.
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Well hello there 3AM.
Haven't seen you around in a while.
It's good to see you again.
How are you?
Oh, I'm just fine.
You're looking well.
Mmmhmm. What's that?
No, he's very nice. Very sweet.
Yes. I highly enjoy talking to him.
Yes, I know.
Well that's very rude of you! How dare you say that.
No, I don't think I like you very much.
No, I don't want to talk to you any longer!
Yeesh. Some people's kids. |
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[Jul. 24th, 2006|02:51 am] |
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| | Delicate - Damien Rice | ] |
Forgive my long absence. I was captured by the faeries! You know how those tricksters are... you fall into one of their faery rings, and you come back aged fifty years, and no one else has changed. Or, you come back, and you haven't changed a bit, and everyone else is dead and gone...
...Well, I wouldn't say everyone's dead and gone, and I wouldn't say I've aged fifty years. But it was a good trip, nonetheless.
London is awesome, and frantic, and very very expensive. Oban and Campbelltown (in Scotland) are the most beautiful places in the world, and someday I'm going to live in Campbelltown. Yes. Loved it.
I heart Damien Rice.
If only I could have stayed in Scotland forever... |
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[May. 5th, 2006|03:53 pm] |
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I had a dream last night that I met/kissed Keanu Reeves. He was his usual sentence-splicing self that he is in movies.
In the same dream, someone was also stuffing bills of money into my wallet.
Maybe this means something good's going to happen to me?
//mystical voice
"Your fates are looking up, Young Grasshopper. The sun rises in the east especially for you."
//end mystical voice
I sure could use some good luck, but... naaaaaaah. I seriously doubt it.
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| "Rip me open cause you're dead inside, And what you thought you'd find, it looks a lot like me" |
[Apr. 18th, 2006|10:25 pm] |
"Why wash your Arby's down with a cold beverage?"
'You could try watching your sandwich down with another sandwich. But a sandwich could be hard to fit in a cup and even harder to sip through a straw.'
*amusement*
Looking for the Constantine graphic novel tomorrow, and more Angel Sanctuary. Also going to attempt to study tomorrow. And, going to see V for Vendetta on Friday with Linds and Richard. w00t.
Thinking I should read Rocksnobs again, after seeing Walk the Line. Damn Rocksnobs is good. www.rocksnobs.com. Cept now all she ever writes about is sports, and not music. Makes me kinda sad.
In other news, I've consumed far too much chocolate. And, I'm kind of disgusted with myself. Though, not because I've eaten a great abundance of chocolate.
Wingswingswingswingswings. I need wings so I can fly. I want to be an angel. Angels are sexless, they have no gender, they have no sex drive, and therefore no sexual preference or preference towards sex or sexual acts of any kind. Being an angel would solve all of my problems. Or being a demon. Demons are much the same, I think. Mmmmm, just like in Constantine.
In other news. I have a character for a story walking around in my head. Creak creak creak. She talks alot. She likes to bug me by banging on the inside of my skull alot and screaming, "LET ME OUT AND PUT ME IN A DAMN STORY, GODDAMNIT!!" She has awesomely long, awesomely dyed hair that goes all the way down her back, lots of piercings in her ears, wears black, has a penchant for skeletons, and likes to drive around in her own little world listening to early 90's rock.
Wow, that last part sounds a lot like me. *shakes head furiously* But it's funny, because now that I kindasortalittlebitmaybeyeah have a car, I wanna decorate it. And hanging a little skeleton dude from the rearview mirror would be awesome. And it would freak a lot of people out. 0.o
Am I happy? I really don't know. That's always a hard question to answer. |
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[Apr. 13th, 2006|11:56 am] |
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So I'm pulling a Stacey and I'm gonna go with two people, one an actor, the other a singer, and see how much they look alike!
It's crazy because this is how Keanu Reeves looked back in 1996,
and this is how David Usher looks now, in 2006.
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[Apr. 8th, 2006|10:13 pm] |
Yes, I realize I don't update often here, but that's ok. Not much happens in my boring life. Still just a slave at the stone factory. Yep, as Mr. Morari would call the U of S. Graduated one institution June 2005, to enter the bottom of the pecking order at another. Pretty soon I figure the only institution I'll be entering is a mental one, and I'll never graduate THAT one. X_X
Btw, Constantine kicks all kinds of ass. *heartheartheart Constantine* Love that movie.
Ukrainian final monday. *dies* And, msn is legally dead on my computer. Sos, I'm sans msn now. I'ma beatnik!
I can't stop listening to David Usher lately. Here, have a song.
Did you feel small today when everyone had gone
'Cause I was beaten up and jaded by the news
And underneath the skin the truth is breaking through
So they just sewed me up and spit me out
And I can't change it
I can't change this
You you take away the world
And I don't even know myself now
So how can I know you?
And I don't want to die
And I don't want to leave this place yet
Just give me one more try
My thoughts are floating as reality explodes
I'm whispering to each of you my friends
And every moment seems to freeze frame through the room
All the colors are electrified
But I can't see now
I can't see now
You you take away the world
And I don't even know myself now
So how can I know you?
And I don't want to die
And I don't want to leave this place yet
Just give me one more try
And I'm drifting through myself again
Tell me how I got so high
Where the conscience bends the air is thin
And I can't change it
I can't change this
You you take away the world
And I don't even know myself now
So how can I know you?
And I don't want to die
And I don't want to leave this place yet
Just give me one more try
And I don't want to die
And I don't want to leave this place yet
Just give me one more try |
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| Oh, Ukrainian homework. How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways... |
[Mar. 20th, 2006|11:09 am] |
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My friend: You're done class already?!?
Me: Yeah. Class was at 10.30.
My friend: Well aren't you lucky...
Me: If it makes you feel any better, I have 10 pages of Ukrainian homework due for tomorrow.
My friend: That does make me feel better, actually.
Me: Glad I could be of help.
My friend: So, good luck with your paper then.
Me: Oh, it's not a paper. It's just what I like to call the general sadism of the Russian education system and the Eastern European system. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2006|01:26 pm] |
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As Alyssa said, I love quoting song lyrics as if you are just speaking them.
(me and Kate talking about epee)
Kate: Are you rough enough? Are you tough enough?
Me: Am I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see.
Me and Kate (singing): I'LL NEVER BEE-EE, YOUR BEAST OF BURDEN! |
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[Feb. 24th, 2006|12:46 am] |
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A funny random tidbit about fencing I found while surfing zee Net...
I think the problem with fencing is that everybody thinks the high-voltage should be connected to the epees.
Naw. What you do is put little stun guns on the inside of the armor, so that when you get a good hit on you it, for example, turns off the muscles in your arm. A lethal shot would lay you out.
Now that would be cool. None of this "I got you!", "No you didn't" stuff. 50,000 volts means "I got you, mofo."
And I said "epees" for a reason. You can use the blade, too!
Now c'mon. Fess up. Which of you extreme sports types would really go for something like that? To really know how good you are? No doubts?
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[Feb. 17th, 2006|12:42 pm] |
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So on Valentine's Day and the day before that at work there were a lot of people buying lobsters. I cannot tell you how much that freaked me out the first time I realized these people were buying lobsters. This one guy bought four and they were in those collapsible boxes from the fish department and I was like, "Oh, would you like those bagged?" not realizing what they were, and the guy was like, "No, that's fine, these guys will be fine", and Jess, the cashier, said to me, "Those are lobsters, actually." And I was like "Oh yeah," then kept going on my merry way until I... stopped... realized... "Hey wait... you mean... REAL, LIVE lobsters?" And Jess was like, "Yeah." And I smiled tightly and slowly took a couple steps back, trying not to freak out... but it was so freaky to see these four boxes MOVING, slowly, across the till. Like, imagine if you were in your van on your way home, and one of your boxes broke, and your lobsters got out, and they were crawling all over the backseat? Ergh.
So me and Jess were talking after, and I was like, "Those poor lobsters. They probably didn't even realize they were on their way to their death." And Jess was like "Yeah. They probably just think, 'We're goin' on a car ride! Caaaar riiiiide!!"
^^ A joke extra funny to anyone who watched Homeward Bound in their childhood days. |
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[Feb. 9th, 2006|11:22 pm] |
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Haha so instead of doing homework I'm playing Kingdom of Loathing. Go me!
Man so I decided this week I have cultivated a weird obsession with three things:
-tea
-Newfie music
-and really dated-looking leather jackets! :D
Seriously. I can't stop drinking tea. It's like an addiction. Which is quite possible, seeing as it has caffeine in it. It's like today I ate an entire huge chocolate bar for breakfast. (Or lunch, depending on how you look at it. It was at 11.30.) And then I felt kind of ill. So I drank some tea, and I felt better!
And Newfie music makes me happy. Especially when I listen to GBS when I'm out walking and catching what seems like endless buses sometimes. Then my breath mists out in a fog and I look at the overcast sky and I think, "I wanna be near the ocean!" and I can almost FEEL like I'm walking down the street in St. John's. Maybe that's why I feel so depressed about the climate sometimes, not because of the snow every year, which I'd feel sad if I moved to Florida or Australia or something and didn't have, but because I'm not next to the salty sea! :D
Um, what else. I was going to write a story about that. Don't you hate it when you have the... somewhat of a setting, and the main character, but... no plot! Well, kind of a semblance of a plot but not enough to go on... yet. I'm one of those people who expect to sit down at a computer and spew an outline of some kind onto the page. Unrealistic, I know, but that's still how it works. ;) And I'm extremely bored so that's why I want to write this story. I just want it to be good. *usual pre story ramble* I don't want it to be trite. I want it to be real. Or real in a story sense. Ok enough. :P I swear I think I talk myself out of writing every story I want to write. xP
If Great Big Sea had a profession other than music, they would be pirates. :D Man that's so going in my msn name.
And I have a monopoly on all the celebrity Alans apparently! B/c Alan Cumming is married to me and he just doesn't know it yet. And so is Alan Doyle. ^_____^
Anyway, enough rambling. Back to KOL. Or German homework. Whichever.
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[Feb. 6th, 2006|12:12 am] |
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By the way. I forgot to mention. I met Yann Martel today at Sobey's, lol. I took out his groceries for him.
I told him I liked the part in "Life of Pi" where Pi's brother told him if he could practice two more religions he could have an entire week as a holiday. |
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| When you live in a sea of no cares... |
[Feb. 6th, 2006|12:08 am] |
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| | "Consequence Free"-Great Big Sea | ] |
Posted today before work...
Tonight! I'm going to Great Big Sea with Kate and Kyle! That makes me happeh! I'm wearing my "Beautiful Tour" shirt! That also makes me happeh! Yay for accordions and Newfie folk music!
Wouldn't it be great, if no one ever got offended
Wouldn't it be great to say what's really on your mind
I have always said 'all the rules are made for bending'
And if I let my hair down, would that be such a crime?
I wanna be consequence free
I wanna be where nothing needs to matter
I wanna be consequence free
just sing Na Na Na Na Na Ne Na Na Na
I could really use, to lose my Catholic conscience
Cuz I'm getting sick of feeling guilty all the time
I won't abuse it, Yeah I've got the best intentions
For a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind
I wanna be consequence free
I wanna be where nothing needs to matter
I wanna be consequence free
just sing Na Na Na Na Na Ne Na Na Na
I couldn't sleep at all last night
cause I had so much on my mind
I'd like to leave it all behind,
but you know it's not that easy
I wanna be consequence free
I wanna be where nothing needs to matter
I wanna be consequence free
just sing Na Na Na Na Na Ne Na Na Na
Wouldn't it be great, if the band just never ended
We could stay out late and we would never hear last call
We wouldn't need to worry about approval or permission,
we could - slip off the edge and never worry about the fall
I wanna be consequence free
I wanna be where nothing needs to matter
I wanna be consequence free
just sing Na Na Na Na Na Ne Na Na Na
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Oh, I am an idiot. *grin* I was going to draw a comic last year about Great Big Sea after I saw them last year, and they told the greatest drinking stories during their concert. And they always said they liked to take their day off in Saskatoon, cuz they liked Saskatoon, and I thought of a great St. Patrick's Day comic. And I was like, Hey! I'm going to draw a comic about how Great Big Sea goes to O'Sheas, or the Black Duck, and they realize that someone's stolen all the gin and green beer, so they go on this mad high-speed-chase to retrieve the gin and the green beer! (And meanwhile, the schmecksy fife and accordion player saves the bartender girl from being kidnapped by the beer-stealers! Muah! Because he is oh-so-schmecksy.)
But alas, my drawing skills aren't that good, so if anyone else wants to draw it for me and I'll just write it, sounds good to me! :D:D Heh.
Btw. I'm totally going to one of those two bars for my 19th birthday in October, O'Shea's or the Black Duck. This "dancing" and this "Lydia's" people speak of does not enter into the equation of a good rum and Coke. xP WHO'S WITH ME!? Yeah, you definitely don't dance when you get drunk. You sit and drink and tell stories and as the whiskey disappears the stories get wilder and wilder...
Now, to play KOL. Yay, so happy deadjournal is working again!
"My mother's making Mary Mac marry me, my mother's making me marry-Mary-Mac!" |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2006|10:26 pm] |
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K... if anyone has any idea why the HELL my friends pages (and my own profile) aren't working for both livejournal AND deadjournal... send me a line. That'd be much appreciated. |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2006|10:05 am] |
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I thought this was cute.
This is how studying for my math final went... from the point of view of my dog. "She" and all pronouns of "She" when capitalized is my sister.
She got home at around 9.30 that morning, looking extremely tired. The bags under her eyes were larger, and there was a faint, faint smell of other students on her. One in particular who probably used aftershave, but she probably didn't even know that. She proceeded to trudge upstairs with her heavy backpack, long black coat still on, gloves in hand. I think she muttered a few swear words, but with such good hearing I pretended not to hear them. I recognized them as words that Julia said sometimes, though, though in a much more vehement and loud tone when she got angry about something. I often heard Alison lecture her when she did that, and wondered why Alison would say those words now when she didn't want Julia saying them. But enough thinking. I rested my head in my paws and waited for Her to come home. Alison said nothing to me. Alison didn't have the same fondness for me that She did. My goddess, the one who let me sleep on her bed.
But even She smelled distracted lately, coming home always with the smell of metal and that strange boy on her, and Alison was the only one who'd taken me for a walk this week. Alison came home with the smell of metal on her too, but less frequently, and not at all this week. My goddess seemed a good deal happier than Alison, though, who snapped at people and spent a lot of time tippity-tapping on her computer in her room. But occasionally even Alison would have moments where she would laugh secretly to herself about something.
Alison spent a good majority of the morning in her room. At first she slept, and I thought even the dead couldn't wake her. But by some miracle, she arose at 11.30 and mumbled something like, "Yep. Not going to class today." Then I could hear the pencil scratching away as she worked on her homework, and occasionally I would hear her say something to the effect of, "But what is it?" and "Write a bloody answer key that works, next time."
It was a long and very silent day. Alison didn't go to the fridge much, probably because she knew there wasn't much food in there, and opted instead for making popcorn. I could smell the sadness on her when she couldn't find the dill. She smelled kind of listless and tired.
In the afternoon, she still worked like, if you'll excuse the pun, a dog. While she was at the kitchen table, I mostly rested my chin in my paws and slurped and hemmed and hawed randomly. Alison shushed me. I could smell the stress on her.
At 5.30 she wandered back upstairs, half a bowl of popcorn uneaten. I didn't follow her but knew that she'd gone to play a game of some kind. I heard her mention it to Her one time. It was called Kingdom of Loathing. I could smell the sadness on her as she walked upstairs, as though she was going up to try to attain something, but knew that she wouldn't get it. She wandered downstairs when MY MISTRESS arrived home, a short while later. My Mistress, Kate, found the dill and sprinkled it on the popcorn, inquiring about Alison's homework. Alison still smelled stressed, but it was a resigned sort of stress, and she smiled and laughed at Kate's jokes.
A short while later, My Mistress and Alison left, to return a few hours later, Alison with the faint smell of small children on her and an lady, and Kate with that same smell of metal. Alison retired to her room but did not study. I wandered in and slurped and hemmed and hawed at her.
"Hey puppy," she said, smiling gently.
MB
PS. I recommend "The Last Family in England" by Matt Haig for everyone who hasn't read it. It's a very sad, but very good book. |
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