HAPPY NEW YEAR 2005!!!

All psyched up to sing Auld Lang Syne?? I know I am!!!!!!!!!!

Kisses, Hugs, and stuff, I love you all!

Not looking forward to the phone bill.....

But it was worth it!! ^_^

Fun @ Lizzie's!

So tonight was awesome, and I'm really glad I went.

I was unsure about going to a party in my current condition of disgusting illness, but I sucked it up, took some cold meds and went. We talked, watched Napoleon Dynamite, [and we were all absolutely overcome with the hilarity of it] Best pick-up line of the year: "I see that you are drinking one percent [milk] you know, you could be drinking whole..."

Best of all we played Cranium!!! I am SO glad that I have been carrying it around it the trunk of my car since I got back from T.Bay. The whole game was hilarious, especially because there were like 10 or 11 of us all being stupid together. Highlights of the game included me charade-ing a "victory lap" [aka Rae running around in circles with her hands in the air, and then collapsing on the floor laughing,] me telling Ghergite that Rita Macneil was a red-haired country singer [i was thinking Reba Macintire] Rachel acting out "contortionist" and Kiel guessing right and Sheila nearly spelling eunuch "unik."

I don't understand why people in Thunder Bay won't play that game with me.

current music: Song for the Girl, Matt Good

Stupid L'Oreal people.

So, I am incapable of listening to my own good advice.

For those of you who have been following this for awhile, you might remember my whole tirade about not doing stupid things with my hair, even thought the urge was strong. Well, being a smarty-pants university student, i didn't stick to it. As a result, I now have purple hair. I don't know how 2 bottles of 'static black ' can turn into purple, but it did.

And liz's hair? She wanted purple streaks. The colour? It's red. Are they colour blind, or sadists?

Idiot.

OH boy. stubble hurts. ahahahahaha.
I think I should transfer to windosr.

Shaunessy...

So I have officially fallen in love with the little angel called Shaunessy.

I was so lucky, because even though I had to wait all day to see her, I got to have her all to myself, and I ended up holding her for nearly two whole hours, humming to her and watching her hiccup and make faces while we talked with Tamara. She's absolutely beautiful, and hardly fussed the whole time I was there. You can tell she's going to be a talker because she murmers in her sleep. It's absolutely adorable.

Of course now I feel like "I want one, I want one!" But I suppose it will have to wait awhile, huh? Blair took a picture of the baby and I, which I will be sure to post later, but Blair needs to send it to me first, and he's still at the hospital, busy being a dad.

^_^

*yam* I mean, *yawn*

So the baby is born, Shaunessey West, at 4:36am on December 20th 2004. Tamara is fine, but exhausted, and Shaunessey is in ICU for observation for the next hour or so. I’m really tired, and really hungry, and really sick of this hospital smell. I can hardly string together a coherent thought. Is it wrong of me to want a Big Mac?

Babies, babies, babies……

So, it’s midnight, I’m sitting in the Metropolitan hospital waiting for my new cousin Shaunessey to be born. Tamara’s water broke this morning around 8:30, Grandad called me around 11, just as Kate’s father was supposed to appear to pick her up. Then I called Jim, got him to drop off Anthony and Nathan, tried to call my mother who was completely AWOL, somewhere in the great wilderness of, well, Penetanguishene. She finally got back from church and gave me a call. Carole picked up Grandad on her way to Windsor, and they took Anthony with them, leaving Nathan with me to wait for mom. Packed, and then waited and waited and waited. I seem to be doing a lot of that today, and it isn’t over yet. I’m really kind of wishing that I had gotten more than five hours of sleep last night, but I haven’t passed out yet, so all is well.

We nearly got killed 40 minutes into the drive, the weather was really bad (-40*C in Penetang, and snowing) and some asshole decided that everyone was driving too carefully and started driving 100km/h on the freaking shoulder of the highway. He passed us, got in front of the car in front of us, got back on the highway, did a 360 degree turn, and just barely managed to avoid the ditch. Luckily the 3 cars directly behind him (including us) managed to stop in time, and no one got hurt. I had a little flashback to last year’s accident and started bawling, like the wimp I am. Anyhow, we’re here, we’re waiting, and we are having a little party in the waiting room because we are the only ones in Windsor having a baby tonight.

SOoooooooooo

Um. My aunt is having a baby! So, Im off, to Windsor, to wait for the BABY!!!

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So how dumb am I? Pretty dumb.

I made 2 batches of cookies tonight, and both ended up a complete disaster for completely different reasons, and now I’m going to have to start all over again. I didn’t remember how much I hated making cookies. I mean, they are super simple, so they lull you into a sense of complacency, and you put them in the oven, all proud and victorious, and start making a different kind and then forget about the first batch and leave them in too long. Cookies need to be babysat. You need to put those suckers in the oven and stare through the door for the 8-10 minutes they take to bake, and then BAM you need to execute a praying mantis-like grab for the cookie sheet and get those suckers out before they turn into charcoal.

Now, to get back to the actual disaster that was my baking… Batch number one, Chocolate chip and Scor cookies, hourrah! New recipe, that I followed to the letter, just like I always do the first time I make anything. Recipe says: place a rounded teaspoon of dough onto a cookie sheet with a piece of wax paper covering. So down goes the wax paper, on goes the cookie dough, and into the oven. 5 minutes later, the oven starts smoking. “MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Turns out the recipe is WRONG and you do NOT put wax paper in the oven, because the wax on the paper melts, causing wax-melting-mayhem. So it wasn’t completely my fault. But still, ruined.

Second batch went fabulously, through the oven and everything. Half of the dough was peanut butter, and half was peanut butter chocolate chunk. Wonderful, I love those cookies, and I burnt my mouth eating two right out of the oven. Only one problem. The person I’m making these cookies for? HATES PEANUT BUTTER. So now I have 36 peanut butter cookies, that I am probably going to end up eating, and get fat, and scor cookies that actually came out of the oven okay, but I don’t know how bad it is to eat wax.

In other news, aside from Kate hurting her knee somehow and spending the better part of the day limping, we had an excellent day, went to Angels, went to the armoury and the covered bridge, went and bought too many CDs, bought myself awesome vintage earrings that I didn’t need but I absolutely adore, bought Marissa her present, and then went to Nathan and Anthony’s Xmas play.

AND Kate is staying until Sunday. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PS—Kate would like it to be known that she got an excellent necklace that she didn’t need but absolutely adores too! Yay!

(And she also insists that:)

P.P.S – there is no such thing as P.S.S

Home

Well, I'm home. We had a little issues with the whole airport/flying thing, mostly because my plane was delayed an hour and a half, we didn't take-off until 2 minutes after we were supposed to land (I was a little antsy) and the plane ride is only supposed to take an hour and 15 minutes. Stupid weather. Anyhow, I got the airport, our bags took forever, we had Marissa's family illegaly going into the baggage claim area through doors that only open one way for a reason.... But Bradley brought us onions and carrots from his farm, just like he promised. Hourrah!

Then we had to find my mother, who I had no idea where she was going to be, if she knew our plane had been delayed or whether she had gotten bored and gone up to Penetang without us. We looked around the terminal for a while, went the washroom, and then went outside, to the where all the cars drive around and around and around Pearson until they see the person they are supposed to pick up. Kate and I stood there for a bit, until I finally see the van. I wave, she doesn't see me. shit. So me being... well, myself.. I decide to drop my bags and run after the van, waving my arms like a lunatic and talking to myself saying things like : "You'd think she [mom] would notice a crazy person running behind her van!" under my breath. Then, after I was in hysterics so much that I couldn't breathe anymore, let alone run after a van while people in Pearson International airport STARE at me, I stagger back to where Kate is and wait for my mother to go back around the loop.

Then we went to penetang and I (that is to say, martin did it but I won't admit it) cut down the christmas tree with my laser vision. And now I'm home, ready to jump into the shower Kate has just vacated, so that I can get clean and we can go SHOPPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

current music: Swing, Swing All American Rejects

Homeward Bound.

I've always been a fan of pathetic fallacy, and last night mother nature indulged me with a good 4 inches of solid white snow, and it's still going, so I get a white Christmas. They were calling for 10-15inches over night and I was worried that our flight would be delayed, but since it's not til early evening, we're pretty sure we're okay.

I'm all packed and ready to go, and it kinda sucks because I would have gone to play in the snow, except for the fact that all my 'lets play in the snow' clothes are currently in my suitcase. So, im going to be AWOL for the next little while, Christmas-ing and stuff, so those of you who plan to be in Guelph for the holidays, give me a call, we'll organize something. If not, I will see y'all at Chantal's on New Years Eve.


current music: Little Sister, Jewel

Fried Brain, anyone?

Slightly hysteric. I have an exam in an hour and I haven't studied for much more than 2.

My tummy hurts.
Marissa has awarded me the prize of least stoic in the face of illness. I think I deserve it.

*moan*

current music: The Quiet Things No One Ever Knows, Brand New

Current mood. Courtesy of Explodingdog.com

Puzzles

Packing is such a pain in the butt. It's like a big puzzle to fit all your stuff in a couple bags. I've never been good at puzzles. This will probably be my last post for the next little while, because I am going home on Sunday, and today is definately Friday. I don't feel very well, which is pretty lame since I have an exam to study for and I am definately not motivated to do it when I feel like there's a sea-storm in my stomach. What makes it worse is that I only had a cup of tea and a bowl of fruit this morning, and nothing since then, so if I'm coming down with something just before the holidays, I will be remarkably unimpressed.

I made a cd for Mr.Reno, so I hope that he likes it. I'm having anxiety about it.

In other news, diet pills are being scape-goated as the "cause" of homosexuality. I still don't understand why we're looking for causes. It's not a disorder, it's a lifestyle choice. It's not like we search for "causes" of why people like to use handcuffs or like sub/dom relationships, right? So why should this be any different? Homosexuality has been around for ages, and they definately didn't use diet pills back in ancient Rome, my friends. Get over it, let people live their lives, who gives a shit anyway?


current music: Tower of Song, Leonard Cohen

There's nothing worse than going to someone to give them a hug and getting rejected. Changing the channel isn't really important. Sometimes I really don't understand M....


current music: Sic Transit Gloria, Brand New

Rant. Sorry.

I'm in significant amounts of pain today, and athough I am afraid this post will turn into the flood of non-sensical and violent gibberish mentruation inspires, I haven't posted in awhile, and Kate's getting antsy. With that said, let us turn to the object of today's scorn: here.

"ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. (AP) - An American T-shirt company has a solution for fellow citizens who want to vacation in Europe without having to answer questions about U.S. politics: pose as Canadians."

Now, call me simple or call me blind....but wouldn't it be simpler for them to de-asshole themselves instead of pretending to be someone else? I mean, I realise that America is a country, and in America there are people that don't agree with the politics of their country. I don't hate Americans, I know some great people from there. However, I definately do not agree with the concept of America. Assimilation is not okay. Bush is not okay. Texas is NOT okay. Pretending to be Canadian one day, and going back to the States and putting your KKK outfit back on after your vacation is not okay either.

And what happens when assholes start parading in Europe as Canadians? I mean, who is going to buy this package? The assholes of America, not the nice people. So when they go to Europe and start acting like assholes, Canadia takes the blame? Great present, thanks, love the defamation of our country's character. Couldn't you just have opened up the border for our cattle, instead?

If you're American, and don't want politics while you are on vacation...wouldn't it be simpler to say "I don't follow politics" or "I don't want to talk about politics on my vacation" rather than pretend to be someone you're not?

And Toronto is NOT reffered to as Hogtown, although we do sometimes refer to it as the T dot O. Neither is Calgary referred to as Cowtown for Christs sake. They Have names for a reason, we have a tendency to use them.

current music: Guernica, Brand New

Xmas

It's Christmas time, and Christmas makes me think about presents, family , good food, and God. I had someone point out to me the exact moment that they lost their faith the other day, and that got me thinking about my whole religious experience. It was never a matter of losing faith to me, because for some reason, faith was never instilled in me to begin with. I have a christian family, my mother's side is english protestant, and my father's side is french catholic. I went to a catholic school as a girl, and there I learnt about the Bible, and the saints, and went to confession. You think it would have made some sort of impression. But the whole thing was like a big game to me.

Because I was never baptised, I never got to take part in 1st communion. I remember begging my mother to let me get baptised while I was still young, so I could take part too, but she wouldn't let me. She wanted me to be older, she said, before I made that choice. So I missed out on communion, which wouldn't have been so bad if there hadn't been a month's worth of communion preparation during school hours, before the actual event. I was really bitter, when we went to mass once a week and everyone in my class filed out to take communion from then on.

It was the next year that I found out that nobody remembered that I hadn't taken first communion, they all took it for granted that we had, because back in those days, people who weren't catholic were not allowed to attend catholic schools. (My siblings and I got through the system because our father was french catholic, and it was a french catholic school.) In any case, one day at mass I nonchalantly joined the line of communers, while the only other non-baptised kid in the class (and probably in the entire school) sat there and looked miserable. The eucharist (did I even spell that correctly?) tasted awful.

The point to this story being, that I never took religion seriously. I didn't go and eat some round stale cracker because I felt that I was receiving the Body of Christ, I did it because I wanted to fit in. I was succumbing to the worst form of peer-pressure: the kind you inflict on yourself. I never bought into the idea that there was some magnanimous, sometimes vengeful, omnipotent being sitting around and playing with the human race as if we were a Playschool Playhouse, although I did think that whoever had written the story did a pretty good job.

Maybe all religion is like that. The sheep syndrome, you know? But maybe I'm missing something completely. Either way, I can still enjoy Christmas, and I definitely intend to this year.


current music: Dance With You, Live

cybersuicide

Read an interesting article about suicide pacts today. Apparently in October, 2 seperate groups of Japanese people met on the internet and decided to kill themselves. Analysts are worried that people are going to copycat, and have coined the phenomenon "cybersuicide." Apparently this trend is divergant from traditional suicide pacts because normally suicide pacts involve people that have solid relationships, (sick enough, the most common relationship for this is a spousal relationship) while those in Japan were strangers who'd met over the internet. The British Medical Journal published an interesting article detailing all the different kinds of suicide pacts and in turn warns psychiatrists to look out for people at risk. They also have an article entitled "Can Country Music Drive You to Suicide?" To which I answer: duh!

Where the F**** is my SNOW?!?!?!

It's gone. It's ALL GOnE! Global warming be damned!! *shakes fists*

Started reading some Roald Dahl last night, and I remember why I liked him so much. This morning, (well, I say morning but I really mean early afternoon) I woke up, tripped around the internet awhile, had brunch with Kaytherine, had a shower and now we are heading to go and get wrapping paper and other stuff at the Supahstore. Tonight I think we'll go to the coffeehouse at the study, and I hope that will be good. If it isn't, at east I will get to have their wonderfu Hot Chocolate again before I head home for the break.

Marissa was AWOL all morning, but we found out that she was at the library like the dutiful study child she is. Makes me feel bad and non-productive. But what can you do? I have a headache but hopefully the bracing walk will blow it away.

current music: Song For The Girl, Matt Good
current mood: Blah

I thought I would set you guys up with an example of the web comic that I have come to have a love/hate relationship with. Credit of course, does not belong to me, but R.K Milholland. The link to the website is: http://www.somethingpositive.net/ So go, go to the site and get addicted.

Thank you techies!!!

So my computer was fixed in like, an hour, and I was happy. The techie people were nice to me because I sent them a funny self-deprecating email asking them to help, which they appreciated.

Watched the Butterfly Effect tonight, and it was good, and I spoke to Sheila on the phone, and that was good, and now I'm having a lovely conversation with someone who has something interesting to say, which I don't get nearly enough, albeit the fact that I am in a supposed to be in a scholastic environment. Thanks, T. ^_^

current music:Sleeping In, Postal Service
current mood: happy

*sigh*

So Reznet is stealing my computer for a few hours at least, if not 'til tomorrow morning, to fix the bug that is running around inside it and to fix whatever it is. And Kate and I went to the post and the sadists had closed the kitchen. It's a tragic, tragic day.

So we are making ourselves feel better by ordering Swiss Chalet.

current music: Bittersweet Symphony, The Verve

I don't understand, MacHall never did this to me!!!

Hi my name is Rae, and I'm a web-comic-aholic. (Otherwise known as nerd,geek, etc..)And it's all Tom's fault. The end. (I got through all the Something Positive archives already. And then I nearly had fit because I can no longer read 45 comics a day, I have to limit myself to whenever Randy decides to post. I'm an addict, and I need help. )

After I got over it, I went and turned in my French Civ paper, went to Campus Tech, came home and cleaned my room with a fury that I can only imagine I inherited from my mother, and now we're going to the pub to feed ourselves.

I'm tired because I was up til three thirty in the morning trying to comprehend my stupidity and that of my computer, and then woke up at a decent time. This means I have a headache and want to kill someone. I've succeeded in channelling my rage in Eira's direction, which is a good thing since she is not here, so all I can do is seethe silently and plot revenge that will never actually be played out. I haven't decided what she's has done to me that has solicited revenge...but I'll come up with something. I've always been good at rationalysing. Right dad? ("Do you have homework Mireille?" "no." next day.... "Your teacher sent home a note saying you didn't do your homework again.Why did you lie to me?" "I didn't lie, I really didn't have homework dad, I had a project!" )

current music:All For You, Sister Hazel

Who's hair do I feel like setting on fire today?

Goddamnit. I feel like I'm living with a two year old who needs constant supervision. Eira keeps leaving the front door unlocked, which I find slightly problematic considering we all leave our bedroom doors unlocked, 3 of us own highly portable, not to mention highly expensive laptops, and the Tv is small enough to easily steal. She got another note.

I really wish she didn't live with us, and I don't care if that makes me a bitch. Is it wrong of me to wish that she decides to go back home with her parents at Christmas and never come back? I think that would be a great gift.

In other news, black widow spiders have been found in grapes in Canada, several people are selling cereal bits that "look like E.T" and I have decided to become a concert flutist, courtesy of Amanda.

current music:Stop Whispering, Radiohead
current mood: Violent

Oh Please...

Someone help me, I've started online shopping. I need some serious help. I am currently thanking every deity that I can think of that I do not own a credit card.

I bought crackers today and they are stale. *sob*

current music: Salzbury Hill, Erasure

*meow*

So this morning we went to the mall, Kate got her hair cut like a go-go dancer, I resisted buying a sweater for 49.50 at Bluenotes, Mriss got a That 70's Show Donna shirt and some other stuff and we nearly jumped Santa because he kept ringing his stupid bells.

Then we came home, Mriss went to class, Kate went to the doctors and then Kate and I went to go have lunch at the pub. Then Kate went to work.


And now.... I'm bored. I have nothing to do. I wanna go home where there's stuff to do instead of waiting for that stupid exam to arrive. Maybe I will go find a patch of carpet that is being warmed by the sun and pretend I'm a cat. Could be fun.

current music: I Dreamed a Dream, Les Miserables
current mood: Blah

Ahh, finally.

94% is my final mark for my Education Technology in the Classroom course. Finally a mark I don't have to argue with.

AND CLASSES ARE DONE!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Home in 11 days and counting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

current music: Albion Hotel, Craig Cardiff, in honour of the prodigal daughter's imminent return home.
current mood: mellow, happy. ^_^

MMmmmm....

Yeah! Curry! Yeah! I'm going to be late to my last class of term as a result of curry because I didn't budget my time properly! But...curry!!! ^_^


current music: All for you, Our Lady Peace
current mood: Happy

Mission accomplished

For those of you who know exactly how long I have been putting off doing laundry, you wil be glad to know that I have a load in the washing machine as we speak, and the clothes will come out soon smelling like flowers and begging to be folded.

current music: Superman's Dead, Our Lady Peace.
current mood: Pleased.

So either the spammers have figured out how to get me to open their spam or...

I've got an internet stalker who knows I idolize Cohen?

Either that or it's Tom with a wholly bizzarre email address. In any case, whoever it was ended up in my junkmail folder, and I was all ready to delete it, like I do everything else, when I read the subject line: "They are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever" which is one of my favorite lines from Suzanne. And all it said when I opened it up was
"wow, what a line."

Today we have a little more snow, hurrah! Which will probably not last long unfourtunately, but we're getting there. Today is the last day of classes and I have my last class in about 5.3 hours. Of course it's at the Borelaskan, and it will probably start to precipitate as a result of it, but that's alright.

current music: Kellswater, Loreena McKennit (Because it was already in the cd player)
current mood: (Irish?) Curious, impatient. Wishful.