Christian Dating Service quotes:

Most appalling Bush-supporting quote I have ever come across:

Rich in Ohio:
"I'm clearly a compassionate conservative, Christian. I donated my kidney to my cousin 7 months ago. This should tell you LOTS about me. I worked about 20 hours on W's campaign in OHIO, but my biggest contribution was 2 years of daily praying. God won this election."

Excuse me while I go and throw up.


This one is just funny:

Laurie in Kentucky says,
"I'm you're basic middle school teacher." [That explains why half the internet can't discern your from you're.]

current music: Between the Bars, Elliot Smith

Poor Newfies...

Gee... I'm somehow not feeling so bad about living In T.Bay anymore.

.

need an ice pick, anyone?

Shut UP about Cohen, already!

Geez, I know, I know, none of you care. But I do, and it's my blog-- so ha!

Remember that post I wrote about a particular periodical article about Cohen that I was especially disenchanted with? Well, if you don't -- it's here.

Anyway, I had to write an abstract about that article for an assignment that Soldan gave us, which was to do an annotated bibliography on an author, and surprise, surprise: I chose Cohen. My abstract for this article by Fred Wah looked something like this:

The article "Cohen's Noos" by Fred Wah is a scathing piece of writing that takes a look at Leonard Cohen's writing as a whole and does not extend to any one particular piece. Wah's effort is a quasi-stream-of-consciousness article [seeing echos of my blog post, huh?] that does not develop a particular thesis but rather gives Wah's personal opinions on Cohen. Wah summarizes Cohen's writing by describing it as a personal diary: "News of Fucking. Altars. Fucking. Order. Discipline. The mathematics of angels. Fucking. Body Beautiful. The U.S.A. Fucking." (101).

...

[whoa, everyone and their mom just signed into msn. I had little popups all the way to the top of my screen...]

...

I felt a little iffy, putting the word "fuck"" into my paper. Repeatedly. Gratuitously. But it's Cohen in a nutshell. Especially if you take it at face value. He likes shock value, that's for sure. It sure paid off though. Soldan's comment on my paper (along with an 83%) was:

"√ (<--checkmark) Whoa, gotta look up this one! tee hee!"

She's such a card.

current music: 2:45 AM, Elliot Smith

Reality TeeVee!

Go-Girly.com

Was thinking about reality shows a couple days ago, and their absolute idiocy. Not that any other Tv is any good either, all the good shows like The Smoggies, Xena and Fraggle rock, the Ninja Turtles and Star Trek Next Generation are all gone now. Even stuff that has been around that long have been mutated into something completely different: think Sesame Street vs. Sesame Park, Next Generation vs. Enterprise, that kind of thing.

Back to reality teevee:

The old adage says that hindsight is 20/20, and should have's are always apparent when you look back. I think that what's really ironic is when we get warnings about things that we don't take seriously, and refuse to pay heed to. I'm not talking Nostradamus sort of incripted warnings or prophesies or sci-fi matrix type of stuff or anything like that, but warnings that are common sense and easily understood. I can't even pinpoint any warnings like that other than the one I am thinking of, come to think of it, but that doesn't mean there aren't any. And even if there aren't, there's this one, so it should be recognized, for crissakes!

The Truman Show-- anyone remember that? Jim Carrey, 1998, about this boy who is raised on a Tv set without his knowledge for the viewing pleasure of the masses. Wasnt that creepy? Weren't we all horrified that could happen? Didn't we all sit back and go 'geez, that's a horrible thing they did to that boy'?

Well, that was a coherant, sensible warning about privacy, human needs, decency, that kind of thing. So why on earth didn't we listen? Why have the airwaves exploded with shows like the Simple life, [insert nation here] Idol, Big Brother, Survivor, Newlyweds and Fear Factor, to name a few? As far as I am concerned it just goes to show that we don't listen to our own good advice. All I can suggest is go back and watch that movie, and maybe just maybe you people will realize that this isn't a good sociological trend.

Found an interesting forum about whether or not people would actually watch the Truman Show. These were two of my favorite responses:

Re: Would anyone watch this tv show?

by - babyo_riley 5 days ago (Sun Feb 20 2005 09:46:31 )

A show like this would be considered unethical and maybe even boring at times. But I would still watch it. I think it would be great to watch him discover or not discover the truth about his world. It would be interesting to watch his behaviors, social interactions, reponse to his controlled environment, how he felt about love, relationships, friendship, ect... It would be interesting to observe all of that. because in his world all those things are fake, so to see his real emotional response to all of those things would be overwhelmingly interesting to me. It would be like a huge study of the human psyche. Im no psychologist, but I love psychology and Im quite sure a show like this would be a psychologist dream come true.
Re: Would anyone watch this tv show?
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by - royu 4 days ago (Mon Feb 21 2005 07:36:01 )

If this show existed in real life it would be HUGE!!! No reality TV show is focussed on someone who doesn't know he's being filmed. In all reality TV shows, they know they are being filmed, except one like this. I have no doubt that if they really did a show like this it would a goldmine. Only problem is that it would be illegal. It would be massive massive massive massive.

Duh.... Gee, I wonder why it would be illegal, you cretin!
Anyway, something to think about that's all.

current music: Between the Bars, Elliot Smith

Progress? What's that?

I've spent all afternoon doing homework, concentrating on Cohen and his poetry, Cohen and his reviews/reviewees, Cohen and his angst with the holocaust...and all I have to show for it is a lousy half page of notes, a highlighter that is waning with every stroke, a room that is now strewn with books, and far more questions than answers.

Summer Haiku

Silence

and a deeper silence

when the crickets

hesitate

--L.Cohen--

Starting to understand the feminist movement...

Spent ALL day doing all the mending that's needed doing for about a year. Holy shit, I think I have more holes in my fingers than brain cells. There has never been anyone who needed a thimble more than I did today: It even hurts to type. I can't think anymore. Stupid sewing. No wonder women wanted to get out of the house and into the workplace. Sewing rots the brain, is inordinately painful, painstaking and tedious. Oh well, at least this isn't a regular occurance.

I'm going to bed.

current music: 1983, John Mayer

To Clear things up:

Some of you have expressed concern over the roomate of mine that disappeared last week.

Rest assured that she's back, well and hearty, she just decided to take a trip to British Columbia (only the other side of the country,) without letting anyone know. She has not been chopped up into bits, raped or pillaged, frozen to death, stabbed, run over, drowned or tortured in any way, shape, or form.

Although.... I did ask her where the fuck she'd been when she got back, and if looks could kill, well.. let's just leave it at that.

Where does the time go?

Woke up at noon today to the sound of Kate opening a can of pop as she walked through the hall. As she worked early this morning (7am), I was a little disconcerted and I sat up and murmured "It must still be super early" thinking that she hadn't yet left for work. A quick glance at the clock corrected this assumption, she had gone and come back already, and I thought about all the things that I should have been doing: like homework. Today was wasted and I have sooo much to do.

That paper on Cohen is due soon, and although Ive been thinking about it for a long time, nothing has actually been written down, and although I have formulated a thesis, it's stil rather vague and I need to do a lot of research before this paper is going to happen. I also have another paper due for Warburton, although I haven't taken a look at the topics yet, a portfolio for Education and another composition for french, one for lab, and another essay for Warburton. The end of term is going to come really fast.

It's funny, I feel like I was just at home, even though I was here for reading week, which should leave me missing home more than ever. I hope that spring comes soon so that I can see some of T.Bay's glory days before I have to leave for the summer. It's so gorgeous in the spring and summer, and I always have to miss the good parts for the crummy-ness of winter. If mother nature could arrange for a couple pleasant trips to the cascades with gorgeous weather, I would be much obliged. Now I think I'm going to go for a swim and get down to business once I get back in.

current music: Morning After, Elliot Smith

Couple killed by the Tsunami Capture Pictures..

A Canadian couple from Vancouver were on the beach in Thailand when the Tsunami hit and got pictures on their digital camera just before the wave hit and they were killed.

story here.

current music: St Ides Heaven, Elliot Smith

Ahh, Michael, what are we going to do with you?

This article: Jackson Trial, takes a look at the twelve jurors chosen for Michael Jackson's upcoming trial. This was my favorite guy:

A 62-year-old man with four adult children who was questioned about his knowledge of celebrity witnesses in the case. Asked if he knows who self-help guru Deepak Chopra is, he replied, "I think he's a rapper."

All the jurors got asked what they think about kids and whether or not they tell the truth. Great way to start the case. :(

Bad Timing.

Awww, fuck.

Why does someone have to step into the shower the minute you are about to get off your ass and go pee? And then you have to sit there and listen to the shower run for twenty minutes as you try not to wet your pants.

La chance est comme la Tour de France. On l'attends longtemps et quand elle arrive, sa passe vite...

Les emotions d'aujoud'hui ne se que la peau morte des emotions d'autrefois...

Vous n'avez pas les os en verre, vous pouvez vous cogner a la vie...

Amelie.

current music: Needle in the Hay, Elliot Smith

Gahhhhhhh!!!!!!!

What the hell are my roomates' problems?

I mean for crying out loud, we live on campus in a town with 135, 000 people in it. There are no fucking axe murderers in Thunder Bay!!! SO WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY do they insist on locking the door at every possible opportunity? I mean, Mriss was standing 6 feet from the front door at the stove -- WHY did the door need to be locked? Why, in -20 degree weather, at 7 O'clock at night (and earlier, approx 3 in the afternoon,) does she feel that I should have to take my gloves off, fumble around in my purse and get out a key to a door that is locked FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON!!?!?!?!

I find it really hard to feel safe in a place where I feel I have to barricade myself against the outside like some huge paranoiac who is looking for conspiracies around every corner. Feeling locked out of my house for no reason at all doesn't give me a warm 'hey im home' feeling, it gives me a 'someone is trying to keep me out of MY space' feeling. In New York I can mostly understand, in Toronto, I could understand, in places like Guelph and Thunder Bay, I do not understand at all. Really, if someone wanted to get into our house, it woukd be a simple enough thing to smash the big bay window right next to the front door, or even take the screen off and shove the sliding glass to the side and clamber in -- because the window doesn't need to be locked, indeed, people leave it wide open in -20 Degrees! Don't as me why, but it's happened several times!

I just don't understand, and it hurts my soul. Is she a three year old? Do all the lights in the house have to be on and the door locked because she is afraid of the dark, and the monster in the closet? I know I'm being hateful, but why does her need for (as far as im concerned,) pretend safety, have to override mine?

*sigh*

current music: Ms. Jones, Robbie Williams

Mm Mm Good!

I got my french test back today, the one I thought I failed and afterwards I promptly freaked out and said that I was going to end up teaching in the ghetto as a result of my blatant idiocy, remember that? Well, I somehow, magically, got an A. I don't understand what happened at all. I just don't get it. Why is it that when I think I am do well on a test, I end up doing all right, and when I am completely certain I did poorly, I still do all right? I just don't understand.

Took the French Lit test today, and I think that I did fine, but who knows, I may fail miserably, since my test-dar is obviously wildly malfunctional. It was really bizarre because Nabarra told use we could write an essay on any poem in the textbook that we hadn't studied together in class, which was totally amazing. The thing was though, Kate and I found out afterwards that we both picked the same poem, completely by accident! At first we were really freaked out because we sat next to each other and didn't want to get "caught" cheating, but it turns out that we both read and explicated the poem coming from to completely different perspectives, so there shouldn't be anything to worry about. Still weirdly coincidental though, maybe were have some major psychissism going on without our knowledge. In any case, tests suck. Let's talk about candy.

Apparently I'm deprived because we don't have Peeps in Canada, Tom's told me so, Casey's told me so and now MooCow is going to mail me some, because he thinks so, and he's weirdly generous like that.

I'm actually quite excited, it'll be what, the 5th time I open my mailbox to find something for me that is worth opening? I hope he'll let me send him smarties in return, because they don't have those in the US, and then he'll get mail too. Hourrah for inter-national-candy-sharing! [I know that international doesn't usually have a dash, but I was dash-happy and I don't feel right stifling my creativity]

These are contraband images from MooCows blog. On your left is MooCow, being a huge cochon with too many Peeps to count in his mouth, and on the right are some peeps which have obviously been in intimate contact with red dye number 7.
Look slightly radioactive, don't they?



current music: In the Winter, Janis Ian

Walked in from class to the familiar sound of nazi bowl-scraping. Apparently she's been in BC. stupid finnish people.

1/2 of the US apologizes for Bush.

SORRY EVERYBODY

Hahahahaha. Ahhh, this is *AWESOME* Too bad I didn't find it closer to the election. I'm glad they are apologizing, it's a nice gesture. Some of them just look so sad, so devastated!I even teared up a couple times. (I was feeling emotional today -- ok? Geez) The world deserves an apology for all that Bullshit Bush continues to dish out.

Thanks for the apology! ^_^

blah blah blah

You know what I don't like? Doors with locks on them. Well, that's not strictly true, I like some doors to have locks on them. I have a particular fondness for bathroom doors with locks on them. ANYWAY. I don't like doors that are locked and you go to pull on the handle and try to wrench it open (heavy doors!) and since it's locked, the grip slips and you wrench your shoulder, or, in my case, lose half of two of my fingernails, which is an extremely painful occurance, let me tell you. *sigh*

Saw the incredibles again tonight, and laughed my arse off all over again. I'm going to have to buy that movie when it comes out, it's such a riot. Kate didn't go with me because she felt icky, but keeping my new year's resolution in mind (be more independant! be super-independa-girl!) I went alone: wheeeee, yay for me.

Let's see, what else happened today.. hmm hmm. Well, class was cancelled, first day back, apparently because Warburton was ill. So, I worked on the Discourse essay of hell, read some more Bel-Ami, which continues to suck, and did some dishes and made dinner.

Funny story about dinner. I wasn't hungry at all, but as you can probably tell from my earlier post, I was feeling a little off this afternoon. When I get stressed out I like to cook, so I made fetuccine again, which was really good. Unfortunately, I wasn't hungry for more than a piece of toast, so I made myself an elaborate dinner to calm and de-stress myself, only to eat, feel sick and get frustrated all over again.

Jim on the other hand, has got it easy. He got stressed out tonight too (ironically enough) and cooked what amounts to a five course meal --chili, lamb roast, scallops, and spaghetti, accompanied of course by something I can't remember for dessert. I mean it isn't as if he actually eats it, he foists it on Anthony and Nathan (how an 11 and 9 year old are supposed to finish that off, I do not know...) But I need someone to foist food onto! I mean, a roomate who likes to live dangerously and try everything, or a dog or something! Sheeeeeeeeeesh. Anyway, I went and did laps and felt better afterwards, so it isn't the end of the world. It would be nice to have someone to cook for though.

I called Bartley and told that that Eira was missing, and all they told me was that it was probably nothing, basically called me a paranoiac, [she's been missing 7 DAYS, hullo!!] and that I should maybe contact my RA if I wanted to, and if I really felt concerned, I should call Shannon Foster, blah blah blah.

It's kind of creepy, you know? I mean, if I was missing I would want to be found, and if they can't get off their asses to check?? Well it's just a little bit disconcerting, is all I'm saying. I keep thinking of the girl who died in our dorm the year before last. We had single rooms and no one got concerned when they didn't see her or anything, and the mother got worried and called the School, and they opened her room and she'd died. What if Eira is in her room rotting away, an we won't even realize it until it starts to smell? I mean gross! OR she could be like the woman in the yellow wallpaper, circling around the room with her shoulder up against the wall, babbling incoherantly and hallucinating while tearing madly at the paint chips! hahaha. Now I'm having fun picturing her doing that. hahaha. I'm such a bad person.

It's not like we're the best of friends or anything (obviously,) I mean truth be told she creeps me out and I don't like having her around. But being gone for a full week? It's not exactly normal behaviour. I will be pissed beyond belief when she waltzes back and acts all shocked that I worried when she up and left for over a week without letting anyone know. The ensuing drama should probably be televised, that way my mother can watch and see how well she's trained me.

current music: King of Spain, Moxy Fruvous

Bandwagoning-ing

Via MooCow:

Here are the rules:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
Actually,
I don't like that, I think you should also post it in the comments, so do it!
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

In my case:

Mercedes Lackey, Brightly Burning

"'Setting a bad example, ten storkes,' said a cold voice from Lavan's other side."

:'(

Tom's disappeared off the face of the earth, Eira's probably been chopped to bitz or frozen to death, and Im a fat cow........

I NEED CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

current music: A Little Fall of Rain, Les Miserables (appropriate, no?)

Eira is MIA, AWOL, DOA -- whichever one applies...

I'm kinda starting to wonder about Eira. She's been gone about a week now, completely awol, without a note or a goodbye or anything, and her toothbrush is gone and her room is locked, which is not the norm in our house. Her friend Neil came over a couple days ago looking for her too, and thought it was weird that she wasn't here, so we're not the only ones to wonder where she's at. At first I was kind of having fun inventing wild stories (wild 5 day orgies, romantic getaway to Margarita Island, flying back to mother country ne'er to return....) but since it's like one O'clock the day before school starts up again, I've kindof switched to hoping that she's not lying in a ditch somwhere...

current music: Runaway, Something Corporate

HOO HA!

Anyone wants to get really dizzy and nostalgic..... I found my old "blog" that I used while I was in France. Only it wasn't so much a blog as a forum for inside jokes with all you losers I call my friends (and I mean that in the most loving way possible.) And THIS which was the actual "diary" part except it only got like, 4 entries, since Ive never been good at keeping a diary.

Hi my name is Rae,

...and I'm a webcomic-aholic.

Recently become addicted to Striptease which,

*WhoOoOoOoOoooooosh*

uh, excuse me, that was the sound of every guy who is reading this, clinking on that link. If there are even any guys who read this, who aren't my dad. And my dad wouldn't click on the link because he would know it wasn't porn, simply because he has never heard of it before. Ooooooooh, that was bad.... Ooooh, so bad. mouahaha. If that doesn't make him cringe, nothing will. I won't worry too much though -- he'll know it's all in good fun, and the rest of you can all believe that we're perverts if you feel the need.

In any case, I will be adding Striptease to my link-list since it's awesome. and not porn. AND there's a character in it named Rae! I mean, how awesome is that?

current music: Shiver, Coldplay

ahhhhh... bizzzaaaree

Gah! I googled "swanky little duck" to see if my page would come up, and I randomly found this:
Blogshares

I wonder what the hell it means................. OoOoOoO

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,BIRTHDAY BOY!!! ^_^

You may be asking yourselves: if it's his birthday, why does your brother look so unenthused? The first answer is of course, that he's standing in the church parking lot, and it's pretty hard to be enthused at church. The second is, this kid is still a 'tween and not a teen!

But don't be sad Anthony, next year will come super fast! Don't rush the good ol' days!! XOXOXOXOXOXOX
Rae

Funnies ^_^

See? Women are not that hard to understand, what are you guys whining about?

Jack wakes up at home with a huge hangover he can't believe. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Jack looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, Spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when He sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror, and notices a note on the table: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping-Love you!"

He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks, "Son...what happened last night?"
"Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door."
"So, why is everything in such perfect order, so clean, why do I have a rose, and why is breakfast on the table waiting for me?" His son replies, "Oh THAT!... Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, lady, I'm married!"

Broken furniture - $85.26
Hot Breakfast - $4.20
Red Rose bud -$3.00
Two Aspirins -$.38

Saying the right thing, at the right time.........Priceless.

current music: Jagged Little Pill, Alanis Morisette

My mouth is on fire!

Whoa now. *breathes fire*

Magical and fiery cinnamon hearts, ignite! Went grocery shopping and bought two tonnes of cinnamon hearts on sale, since its after V-day. Now I have red teeth, a red tongue and fire powers like a little dragon or sailor mars. Im sure if I had tonsils, they'd be red too.

I also now know where everyone who lives in Thunder Bay goes on Friday afternoons. I swear to god, you could hardly breathe in the store because it was so clausterphobically full of people. What I don't understand is that it was like 2 O'clock -- doesn't anyone work in this town? Does everyone take fridays off to go shopping? Are so many people unemployed and that's why everyone and their mom shops on friday afternoons?

Kate and I nearly got run over on the way there, it was pretty funny. Kate waited for like 25 minutes to cross, and still nearly got flattened. Thunder Bay is such a joy to live in. She finally got her package though, (she's totally spoiled) and we remembered to take a picture of the Persian Man this time, and the Divid player arrived with her stuff, so we'll probably veg out and watch Being John MalCOvich tonight. Oh, and Tom and Bob got their stuff too, and I think they liked it, so thats good.

Anyway, I think the flames have started licking at my hair through my ears now, so I should go drink some water before I spontaneously combust.

current music: Avalanche, Matt Good

Crazyhead

So next time I say:

"So and so, is it worth it to walk 30 minutes in -20 degrees to buy ice cream?"

it would be nice if y'all could say :

"No Rae, that would be a very bad idea, remember last time when your legs nearly got frostbite and your gum froze?"

and hopefully I will go

"oh shit"

and remember that it's not worth it.

But I did it anyway, and:

Hourrah for Alladin and Haagen Daaz! whooo!

current music: Because, Elliot Smith

"Coldplay music hard to play without a Radiohead"

So it's time for a bit of a rant. Everyone excited? I am!
So here goes. The object of today's scorn is: here.

This article, written by David Krell of Entertainment Magazine, is basically a rant at Coldplay fans for liking Coldplay even though Radiohead came first. He's upset because apparently Coldplay fans have claimed Coldplay "as a band who supposedly made way for an array of similar bands." While he says that "Coldplay is blatantly influenced by U2 and Radiohead, so much so that they might as well give the proceeds of their first album to Radiohead." He then proceeds to go through a list of artists he disdains because they borrowed a sound from so and so. This is where my back goes up, because he lists a bunch of artists I happen to be attached to: John Mayer, Coldplay (obviously,) and 3 Doors Down. Then he suggests a bunch of artists we should be listening to instead, if we like these other imitators.

Hasn't he heard the old adage that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery?

I mean, really. Just because Coldplay has the same sort of sound as Radiohead doesn't mean that they are trying to be Radiohead. I happen to like Radiohead. I also like Coldplay! When I listen to Coldplay I don't go 'geez this sounds a lot like Radiohead' I take it at face value and take whatever I want from the music, the lyrics, the sound. They don't have the same lyrics, otherwise that would be stealing, and they wouldn't get away with it, since it's illegal.

What I'm trying to say here, very inarticulately, is that they are individual bands, they aren't mutually exclusive and you don't have to pick and choose who has more right to be making that type of music. You can listen to one and point and say "dude, they stole that chord from Radiohead!" or you can let go and listen to what the artist has to say, which has to be original (insomuch as anything can be original,) and just appreciate it for what it is.

Instead of being pissed off because people don't know that Radiohead came first, Krell could just have easily said " Coldplay was inspired by Radiohead, and if you like John Mayer and 3 Doors down I would also suggest these bands." Because I did go and find some of the music he suggested, and I did enjoy some of it. But Howie Day will never be as close to my heart as John Mayer. It doesn't matter who was first in line, John Mayer made the music his own, and I like his style better, even if Day did come first and is more 'pure.' The End.

Oh -- just as a sidenote, I never knew Chris Martin was married to Gwyneth Paltrow until Kate told me, so when Krell says that's the reason for Coldplay's success? He's wrong.

current music: 2 outta 3 aint bad, Meatloaf

*yawn*

Shout out to all the insomniacs out there! whoo!

......................................*groan*

This is just what I need right now, really. I've always wanted the insomnia that plagued me last year to return during my reading week in order to go 'na na na boo boo, you haven't got rid of me after all!'

I was so excited for a good night's sleep too. I went to bed at like 11:30 after an hour long swim, some dishes and some blog-hopping. I was really tired. So why did I wake up 40 minutes later, ready to eat a full turkey dinner and do mad jumping jacks? Who knows, but it scares me because that's what my insomnia was like last year, although once it stuck around for a bit, there was no jumping jacks, I just huddled in the foetal position until I had to get up and go to class.

Today was... interesting.

It wasn't anything special until I started thinking, sometime around 5 O'clock. First I thought myself into frustration and misery, about things I absolutely cannot change in any case. Then Dr.Bob told me I should go swimming because it would make me feel better. And it did, sort of. I swam like an absolute madwoman. Unfortunately, the swimming didn't so much stop me from thinking, or make me feel better/happier, it just made me think more, and with more focus, because let's face it, there's not much else to do when you are swimming laps in a pool all alone. And I was angry. I dont know why, and it wasn't that I was angry with anyone, so much, maybe at myself, at situations, at I don't know what. In any case, I've determined there is very little that compares to slicing your arms through water at a strong and steady pace, to relieve anger. [And wearing a bowler hat helps too. You just can't help but smile when you look at yourself wearing a bowler.]

Anyway, I exhausted the anger with a bagillion laps, but made myself get out when I got sick of feeling the water ripple through the pruny wrinkles on my fingers, caused from being in the water too long. (it's really a really weird feeling, ok? mostly gross.)


*yawn*

So did this post have a point? If it did I don't remember, and I'm sorry. All I want is sleep.

current music: Play Crack the Sky, Brand New

[insert title here]

Well, we got the residence contracts for next year. They're moving us next door, of all the ridiculous... anyway. It will be weird because it will be a mirror house to what we have now, should definately be interesting. I can see myself waking up groggy one morning in early September and walking into the closet instead of the kitchen. I think Kate and I have rooms with windows that face away from the post, which will be nice, and we'll get a lot of sun which will be good for my babies. (My plants guys, I don't actually have children.)

I also got 'invited to participate in carousel day' which is basically the first step in the RA-selectioning for next year. We'll see how it goes. Kate didn't look too happy when she handed me the envellope. What she doesn't realise is that if I do become an RA, I will have the keys to her house and room. mouahahahahaha!! Hourrah for mad-visiting after rounds at 3am!! hee hee! But in all seriousness, it would suck not to be able to live with her. And to have to have meal plan again -- Boo on Scaramark. What would be ideal would be me being RA of Phase1, that way I could live with Kate, not have to have MealPlan and get free residence. But for some reason I don't think that's too likely to happen. If I do make it past Carousel day, I'm going to have to ask David Hare [residence co-ordinator] if my placement next year will be a problem. It's only 9 full days, so I can't forsee it being an issue, but you never know.

current music:In the Sun, Joseph Arthur

Happy V-day guys.

Just wanted to shout out to all the people who made today really special for me. It was absolutely unexpected, and that made it all that much better. You know who you are.

xoxoxox
Rae

current music: I could Have Lied, Red Hot Chili Peppers

The Rose...

If anyone feels like getting teary eyed and cultivate a warm valentine's day feeling in the region around their heart... MooCow just wrote an amazing post about it. Click here for the story, its worth your while.

current music: Rain Down in Africa, Toto

Waiting for Godot to make sense.

Ahh, so I just finished reading Waiting for Godot, and now I’m feeling all pensive and maudlin. Tragicomedy indeed. It’s only comic if you don’t think too hard about it. If you do, it’s wholly depressing. It’s all in your frame-of-mind when you read it, really. Like the Matrix. It can be awesome and Neo can be hot and kick some ass, and then you think of the implications of some of the issues they bring up, and you get a huge shudder down your spine as you start questioning your entire life. My notes look something like this:

I. With Waiting for Godot one collects little snippets of wisdom. It’s frustrating because one can never find the entire meaning, the whole picture. The play does not necessarily make sense in relation to itself, as a whole. And isn’t that like life? You can never see the whole picture, you only get moments of lucidity in a series of meaningless, repetitive moments that make up your existence.

II. Repetition in the play: Estragon and Vladimir are always repeating themselves in speech and action (they keep coming back the same place every day to wait for Godot, they wait, they fight, they make up, they wait, they fight, they make up again, over and over.) Pozzo says that the second Pipe (smoking-wise) is never as sweet as the first, later Vladimir says that ‘habit is a great deadener’ commenting on the repetitiveness of everything in life.

III. Vladimir and Estragon are hopeless and can not stir themselves to act in life. This inability to act renders them unable to control their own fate, their own futures. They are waiting for Godot because they need to wait for something to happen TO them, because they can not do for themselves, which starts up the whole repetitive/cyclical pattern all over again.

IV. Things that encourage a religious reading: Estragon refers to himself as both Adam and Christ. Numerous allusions to God and the Bible (story of the 2 thieves, cursing, talk of crucifixion, Cain & Able, hanging etc..) Estragon and Vladimir say that they asked Godot for a ‘kind of prayer, a vague supplication.’ They tell Pozzo that Godot has their future in his hands. The boy says he and his brother look after the sheep and the goats for Godot, sheep being a classic allusion to humankind. They also say they are made in God’s image. Godot= GOD etc..

V. Vladimir and Estragon could be meant to represent humanity which could be why Estragon refers to himself as Adam. But then later, in act2 when Pozzo is blind and calling for help, Estragon describes him saying: ‘ [he’s] all humanity.’ Is this a contradiction? If yes, then why, if no, then why not?

Interesting huh? And now I just have to figure out how to put this together cohesively into a presentation that will make sense to a class full of students who’ve never even read the play. Let’s just say I’m not looking to forwards to it. Of course, that's not to say I didn't like the play. I quite enjoyed it, and I know I will love it once I see it performed. It just didn't make me jump for joy, that's all. And stuff is always five times better when you don't read it for class.

current music: I'm Still Here, Jhonny Reznik

But I don't wanaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Homework is the bane of my existence. I want nothing to do with it.

On the other hand, I also want nothing to do with jumping off a bridge when I get kicked out of school. So I suppose I'm going to have to take the lesser of two evils.

current music: Rapture, Iio

Can you say creepy?

Horoscopes Virgo
Daily extended (by Astrology.com)

There's someone you love who's much too far away for your taste -- someone you really, really wish were going to be closer to you now, at least right now. If you really can't change that fact, there's only one thing to do: Get on the phone, and do some serious damage to your long-distance bill. Camp out together. Maybe you can even plug in the same movie at the same time, and watch it together. If that's not romantic, nothing is. -

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This is just far too accurate for my piece of mind. *weirded out*

current music: In This World, Moby

Which Peanuts character am I?

Rerun
Good grief! Rerun was one of the last characters to join the Peanuts gang, and like him you are surprisingly gifted and precocious, but also work hard to make sure your goals are met. Rerun is the youngest Peanut, and like him you still often don't get your way even when you know better.

United Feature Syndicate says:

Rerun Van Pelt is often mistaken for Linus even though he's his little brother. He can always be recognized in his trademark overalls. Rerun is more skeptical than his brother, much harder to convince, and always gets around Lucy where Linus gives in. His only fear is being the passenger on one of his mother's bicycle-riding errands. Somehow, Rerun is the only witness to her riding into grates and potholes. Luckily, he always wears a helmet. Rerun also longs for a dog of his own, but since his parent won't let him have one, he tries to "borrow" Snoopy from Charlie Brown. Snoopy won't have any part of it unless Rerun brings cookies.

Is it just me....

Or are these 'gates' that are littering Central parks the most hideous things you've ever seen in your life? Yeah, that's what I thought. Like ugly orange dominos waiting to be toppled over. 21 million for that? Por l'amor de dios! [or something, haha] At least they are only up for 16 days.

St.Valentine

Checkerboard Nightmare

Ahh, Valentine's day. I don't understand when people get all maudlin over being alone on this particular holiday. It's just a day, like every one of the 364 other days of the year. What does heart-shaped chocolate and cupid bunting do to people to make people bemoan the fact that they haven't got a significant other over a [few] bottle[s] of wine [à la Bridget Jones?]

Who was Saint Valentine anyhow? I knew at some point, [catholic school-girl here,after all] but how many people actually know that Valentine's day isn't just a Hallmark holiday?

My plans for Valentine's day include taking advantage of a promotion going on at Boston Pizza in honour of this dead guy [who apparently had a thing for chubby old men with wings and arrows,] and having a heart-shaped pizza while we [K,E&I] laugh at middle-school couples who are trying to be cool by buying their pre-pubescant significant others heart-shaped pizzas as a grand gesture of their love.

mouahahaha.

people are such sickos...

This is just appalling. I don't understand when stuff like this happens.

KiSSYbOOTS!!! Best Band EVAR!!

Whoo! World-wide starlets! Teen Girl Squad has a band! whee!

'morning ^_^

In a much better mood today, not so down in the dumps. Had a couple nice calls last night, stayed up late watching 'Closer' and talking to Tom. Kate's having a curry craving so I'm going to see what I can do to alleviate that. Hopefully later we're going to go swimming and go lay around in the sauna, check out the new sports complex.

Oh, you guys should check out the new way they set up comments. Now you guys can post a comment with your name instead of 'Anonymous' which will be nice for me, since I will be able to differentiate between all the different 'Anonymous' comments that I have to puzzle out through tone and content. All you have to do is press 'Other' and then write your name. Please take advantage of it. ^_^

current music: Nature Boy, Nat King Cole

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Totally just bombed a french test, I just know it. I don't understand how I am supposed to be able to teach french grammar when I can't even freaking do the accords of the participe passer!! When to use er or e accent, no clue! I mean holy Christ! I'm going to turn into one of those teachers that I HATED having who didn't know what the fuck they were talking about!

I'm going to have to go teach in the ghetto somewhere they don't know how much I suck. Because I know I'm not going to get hired as an english teacher, no matter how much I want them to ignore that stupid french qualification that I never even wanted. *sob* I'm going to go and drown myself now.

today in the news...

Prince Charles is getting married to Camilla, sheesh, it's about time.

Also, North Korea admits to having Nuclear weapons.


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Uh... okay?

Well this is above and beyond what any sports-fan should ever do to support their team.

It's just wrong!!

And this is weird too: Mummies!

current music: Mona Lisa, Nat King Cole

Damn those Bad drivers.. sheesh.

4 year old driver!! whoo.

The Orange-coloured sky...

You know you're having a sugar craving when you roast miniature marshmallows over the stovetop element. Pretty pathetic really. And now I feel sick.

Today was long, but it's over (prematurely.) Got two pieces of good news: Waiting for Godot is finally in, and I got mail! whoo! The girl-who-never-gets-mail, got mail! I was impressed. Thanks, dad.

I'm not looking forward to walking to Chapters in the bitter cold and ice tomorrow morning, however. To talk to Moe, the manager. pfft.

current music: Unforgettable, Nat King Cole

War.

The Children of Iraq...

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Knee-on, Knee-off.... tee hee.

Ha. Funny story before I forget.

Last night I get in from the show, and I post, get ready for bed, whatever. Everyone else is asleep, which is weird for me, because Im usually one of the first to get into bed and pass out for the night. Anyway, I get into bed and lay down and try to calm myself and get ready to sleep, when I hear this totally faint music coming from who knows where. So I get up, say to myself that Kate must be awake after all, even though her light is off, and sign into msn to ask her if see can turn it down a bit. The thing is, she's not there, so I sign into aim and it says she's away, and has been idle for like an hour and twenty minutes. So I go out onto the landing to see if it's coming from Mrissa's room or Eira's, but it's not so I come back into my room and plaster my ear up against the wall that connects my room to the next door neighboor's. nothing.


AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! COURT GOT AN EARLY ACCEPTANCE INTO THE PARAMEDIC PROGRAM!!! WHEEEE!!!!! -- sorry, just found out. now back to our regularly sheduled story.

Anyway, I go into my drawer to see if my mp3 player is switched on and im hearing the music from the earphones, but it's off, I check to see if my computer speakers are off, because they have been picking up radio signals lately, and it's not either of them. It's my cd player, whose speakers have now apparently also started picking up radio signals. So lame.

Wow. after the excitement with Courtney, that story seems so much less amusing.
So excited! whee!

current music: Neon, John Mayer

-13 and falling...

Well, the temperature on the thermometer finally reads in the negatives, like it should. Unfortunately this means that all of the puddles I've mentioned have frozen into ice patches ranging from tiny to ginormous that will mean at least one broken limb and countless bruises for me and my genetic klutz-y-ness.

I think I've figured out why I have been randomly losing a bunch of weight lately, and it makes a lot of sense now that I think about it. When I got sick over the Christmas break, I had some issues with uh, and how should I put this delicately.... mucous. Anyway, since I know that milk only aggravates...mucous... I stopped drinking it in my tea, using it in cooking that sort of thing. So I lost weight because I was sick and didn't eat more than soup broth for a few weeks, and add to that the fact that since I've gotten back to T.Bay, I haven't felt the need to reinstate milk into my diet, [other than ice-cream now and again,] my pants are all falling off. haha.

the autograph...

Thanks Craig, you made my night.

Thank you for your ears...

I feel so great, like I could run a marathon or compose a concerto or frolic in the glory of nature with any flower children I could find...

Craig does it to me everytime, and it's wonderful. I felt so off-balance today too, since the drama, the tears and the guilt of last night. I really needed to be lifted up, and the show tonight did a marvelous job. It was nice, because he played some new stuff, played a few covers, had a great opener and played Judy Garland because I asked him to. Here is a guy that I would love to be able to sit down with and completely pick his brain. Either that or have a madly passionate love affair with him.

Neither Kate or Marissa came tonight, because they didn't want to see the same show that they saw a few months ago. I don't think that I could get bored with him. I love the ambience more than anything really, it's about letting go and getting to that place in yourself where you can forget that you are in a crowded room with people who are drinking, who won't shut up, and who don't understand that you are exploring your psyche. Where your muscles melt and conform to whatever surface you are sitting or lying or sprawling across. Where you can't hear the words to the songs anymore, but absorb them through your pores while you let your thoughts move with the ebb and flow of the music. Where you can smell the incence, watch the dozens of little tea-lights dance while the shadows flicker on the face of the man who is pouring out his soul in his music.

You can't get that while listening to a cd, and I think that's why I don't listen to his cds as often as I could. There are some musicians you would pay not to see live, and there are others who have magic that doesn't penetrate the recording devices used to try and capture the soul of the music. Craig Cardiff is definately of the latter category.

I got an autograph, and I got a song, and I got a smile. lucky me.

stupid me

I suck. The end.

Girl in a box.

Cutest girl ever.... Can't find the link again, but I know I found it on Photo Friday....
Doesn't she look like she is saying 'ok, you can leave me alone now, get the camera out of my face please, I was flying to the moon and you interrupted..."

oops?!

So I just melted a hole into the little garbage can in my room. Actually, it's not a can at all, it's plastic, which is why it melted. It's because I put it too close to the baseboard heater.... and now I have this really bizzarre melty hole thing in my garbage.

It's kinda funny, actually.

TGIF...

haha. Such an old joke, but they used it in Without a Padlle, which I saw yesterday, so I'm not to blame for ressurecting it.

Did some major laundry today, which is good, i'd been procrastinating for a while, and had like, 3 loads to do. But it's done. Well, I still have to fold them and stuff, but that's okay. I'll do it later. haha.

Kate, Eric and I are going out, and then Eric's going to go off and not going to accompany us shopping, because Kate needs some stuff and also wants to check out Winners *snicker*... and he's a boy and doesn't want to go shopping. haha.

Last night I had a very involved dream where I was talking on the phone with my mother, and we were arguing whether spring was here to stay, or if we were just getting an odd warm stretch. She eventually won, pulling out all sorts of conclusive Climate Change data (she works w/ Climate change and waterbourn diseases or something) to say why Spring really was here to stay. Im taking it as some sort of sub-conscious inner fighting going on for me, logic vs. wishful thinking. Wishful thinnking because I want it to stay warm!! It creeps me out though, that my mom my vision of my own subconscious....utterly bizarre.

current music: Tears of Pearls, Savage Garden

eep!

I feel so girlish.. tee hee

I went to Chapters because I was sick of waiting for Waiting for Godot (shut up Jim. yes I realised I just said I was waiting for Godot) and Bob wanted me to check out Trade Paperbacks. So I went, in Bob's honour, and they didn't have Godot, and not only that, they didnt have the TP's either!! I was very disappointed. I could have ordered them, but I do not want to go through another debacle like this one.

Why should this make me feel girlish, you say?

Well, the answer is a simple one. After spending two hours in Chapters ( I did end up getting a book: Brightly Burning, Mercedes Lackey, which I have already read a couple times, and loved.) I decided to 'stop by' Winners.... And came out an hour later with a skirt, a tank top, and a white shirt. I am currently wearing/modeling (for myself) the skirt, and as a result, I feel girlish. Boo on Winners.

The walk there (and back, athough I was prepared the second time...) was an absolute Nightmare. For some reason, T.Bay has been getting unreasonaby warm weather for this season (+6C today, and the same is called for tomorrow) and as a result, all of our mountains of snow have started melting. Now, this warmth is great and all, but when mountains of snow start melting, you have a problem with half-melted ice, and puddles, and slush, and slushy-puddles that look like they may be solid but really, aren't.

So, I decide to wear runners on my walk because it's so warm, and I won't have to trek through snow. That was mistake number one. Actually, number two if you count trekking to Chapters at all. Then, I start walking, nearly slip a few times, whatever, I can deal with it. Then I get to one of the puddles. crap. See, the problem with these puddles, is that you cannot walk around them as a result of the 5 foot high mounds of snow on either side of the sidewalk. So I had to walk through it, well, I skirted the sides of it. That was mistake number three, I should have turned around then.

I get to the other side of the gigantic puddle and my socks are mildly wet, and Im cold. I keep walking, and then get to one of the slush-puddles that look solid -- guess what? I dont try to skirt the puddle. The result? Cold water poors into my shoes, onto my socks, I shriek and wobble-step the rest of the way out. That was mistake number four.

Mistake number five isn't really so much a mistake I made, as a poor lack of timing on a truck's part. By this time I am almost there, and am beginning to get used to the cold sogginess in my shoes. The next puddle I get to is hugantic, and not only that, the 5 foot high snow mountain on my right side (the side that is protecting me against cars) had melted. Actually, the mountain probably was the puddle. In any case, I sigh, and start muddling my way through it painfully (it was super cold!!) just as I get to the middle of the puddle, a truck speeds by, and executes a brilliant maneuver the likes of which have only been seen in Bridget Jones' 2. *SPLASH*

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

That was mistake number five.

current music: Me and the Moon, Something Corporate

whee!

Just realised something that made me very happy. I could spend a hundred dollars on groceries a week for the rest of term and still have money left over. Not much, mind you, only about 40 dollars. But im not liable to spend that much money on groceries now am I? *snicker*

current music: I Get Around, Beach Boys (always makes me think of that movie "Look Who's Talking, with Kristie Alley and John Travolta. *~LOVE~* that movie)

scary stuff.

Today we talked about next year, and what placement is going to be like when we go out into the schools, and about having to get police checks and tuberculosis tests and all sorts of scary grown-up stuff. I know Im going to have to be brave and get this needle, but I am not looking forward to it one bit. It's a weird sort of reality check that Im going to be out teaching. I don't feel ready at all. I mean-- I still stutter and ramble when I have to get up and present stuff in classes. It's also frightening that these classes next year will still be pass/fail ones. It's one of those cases where if I miss one seminar, my whole credit goes out the window.

yeuch.

At least Alexa isn't making everyone go to class during Reading week, even though we are supposed to [not that it matters to me in particular since Im not going anywhere] but we have to work on our portfolios instead. blech.

current music: Two outta Three Ain't Bad, Meatloaf

Hee hee! Love it!


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