Roomates beware!

How To Be Really Annoying

Adjust the tint on your tv so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way".
Drum on every available surface.
Sing the Batman theme incessantly.
Staple papers in the middle of the page.
Ask 800 operators for dates.
Produce a rental video consisting entirely of dire FBI copy warnings.
Sew anti-theft detector strips into people's backpacks.
Hide dairy products in inaccessible places.
Write the surprise ending to a novel on its first page.
Specify that your drive-through order is "to go".
Set alarms for random times.
Learn Morse code, and have conversations with friends in public consisting entirely of "Beeeep Bip Bip Beeeep Bip..."
Buy large quantities of mint dental floss just to lick the flavor off.
Order a side of pork rinds with your filet mignon.
Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a "croaking" noise.
Honk and wave to strangers.
Change channels five minutes before the end of every show.
Wear your pants backwards.
Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints by the cash register.
Begin all your sentences with "ooh la la!"
Leave someone's printer in compressed-italic-cyrillic-landscape mode.
Steal a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.
Pay for your dinner with pennies.
Tie jingle bells to all your clothes.
Repeat everything someone says, as a question.
Repeat the following conversation a dozen times: "Do you hear that?" "What?" "Never mind, it's gone now."
Light road flares on a birthday cake.
Wander around the restaurant, asking other diners for their parsley.
Leave tips in Bolivian currency.
Demand that everyone address you as "Conquistador".
Push all the flat Lego pieces together tightly.
At the laundromat, use one dryer for each of your socks.
Wear a cape that says "Magnificent One".
As much as possible, skip rather than walk.
Stand over someone's shoulder, mumbling, as they read.
Finish the 99 bottles of beer song.
Inform others that they exist only in your imagination.
Ask people what gender they are. Reply to everything someone says with "that's what YOU think."
Cultivate a Norwegian accent.
Sculpt your hedges into anatomically suggestive shapes.
Follow a few paces behind someone, spraying everything they touch with a can of Lysol. Deliberately hum songs that will remain lodged in co-workers' brains, such as "Feliz Navidad," the Archies' "Sugar" or the Mr. Rogers theme song.
Lie obviously about trivial things such as the time of day.
Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.
Incessantly recite annoying phrases, such as "sticky wicket isn't cricket."
Scuff your feet on a dry, shaggy carpet and seek out victims.
Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears.
Forward e-mails back to the person that sent it to you.

And there we go, the evidence that I am at my breaking point.

Going... going... gone!

Ah. I"d almost forgotten what it was like to feel this down. But life never ceases to remind me as it kicks me in the face once again. Good news though, I wrote my psyc midterm. However, if the first five minutes before the test give any idication as to how I did...well I'm doomed. First, I forgot a pen. So I borrowed a pen from someone, then I discovered that lo and behold I didn't need a pen but I needed a pencil (as it was one of those scanner thingies), I gave the guy who told me I wouldn't need a pencil cause "Maclaren never gives scanner tests" hell before asking around for a pencil. Then as the professor said to come down and get the test he said to bring down our student id's. Well now, do you think I had my student id... ? No of course not. So... I waited till everyone else had gone down then meekly went down and offered my debit card - at least he laughed and only warned me to bring it next time. So there I was at the front of the lecture theatre, test in hand. All went well for the first three steps back up to my seat. I believe it was the fourth that I caught my foot on and ended up falling on. I halfed stumbled, half crawled the rest of the way to my seat. I sat there for a good 5 minutes trying to reject whatever my emotions were telling me to do and then started the test.
And that was just tonight. Got my french test back to say, needless to say, won't be getting an A in that class this term.
Ah yes and good news for all you Saint Johners who love me so much! Talked to my mother about the whole studying classics and its a definite no go sooo... looks like I"ll be here for another 2 to 3 years. However, I'll probably be moving back home so you won't actually get to see me much but whatever.
So that's my depressing post. The week isn't going so great so far but hopefully that will improve, if not, Dave is coming home this week so at least there will be someone to laugh at my pathetic life with me.
Okay. Perhaps I'll follow this up with something funny. I"ll try. Till then.

Fug

Nooooo!!! They can't do this to me!
I went to the library today to copy the correct notes for my psyc class - you know chapters 9 and 11 that we have a test on tomorrow night - and they weren't there. There was every other chapter except chapter 11. I am really really not impressed. I've got a migraine. I'm seem to be quite sick to my stomach and I am way to stressed to be dealing with people who take the notes and don't put them back or professors who forget a chapter.
*sigh... * I'm okay. That's my rant, back to work I go.

Belly button lint

This post really has nothing to do with belly button lint... just thought an interesting title might catch your eye. Thought belly button lint could be a very interesting topic... where does it come from exactly... and who the hell thought to call our navals - belly buttons? And why am I, an 18 year still calling it a belly button? That's like saying "my tummy hurts". That is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard. I read the word "tummy" in a supposedly intellectual article today. Apparently written to adults, as the subject matter was definetly not meant for young children (abortion by the way, for those of you who thought I was reading something bad), anyways, it said tummy. I stopped reading there. The area of the anatomy of which we are discussing is the stomach. The abdomen. Not the tummy. That's fine if you are talking to a 6 year old but not a much older audience!
Is it not noticeable that I am stressed? Well, if not. I am. But I won't drop a course, I always finish what I start. I tend to do better when stressed so hopefully the fact that I'm going insane will aid in my getting stuff done.
I worked on my prolife presentation today. Mary and I briefly went over the new information we've added. I still need to go uptown and get handouts as well as type the thing up but the most difficult part is done.
Study for psyc a bit today. Gave up when I realized I'd just studied the wrong chapter and printed off the notes for the wrong chapter. So terribly not impressed. I've got a test on Tuesday night and now I've gotta start learning stuff all over again.
I also have a logic test this week. And I'm sure I'm due for a classics one quite soon as well. Not to mention the article I have to write for Thursday, on the subject that I can't find enough info to right 500 words on let alone 2000.
*Sigh...* But the last week had a few good points, well only one actually, that was getting the new kitty. Monty and Willow are getting along quite well. Already conspiring against us. I'm glad she's got some company for when I"m not around and its a great laughing watching them sometimes.
Anyways, I'm gonna go watch Desperate Housewives and make my much needed grocery list.
Adios!

YardSales!!

So I just returned from a yard sale, where I spent 40 dollars. A happy 40 dollars though. Yes. So here is what I bought... while I unpack I will tell. I do like buying things.
So I bought some books.
I got John Grisham's "A time to Kill", "King of Torts", and "The Pelican Brief". As well as a really nice leather Bible and a catechism. As well as the Book "The Lovely Bones" by Alive Sebold.
I also found this beautiful pottery dish set. At first I thought they were kinda ugly. But they are so beautiful. So I bought those. I also found Alice in Wonderland the movie, and 4 Natalie McMaster cd's. As well as a pretty Katerine Karns Munn picture.
Marie got to the Beatles Cd before I did. Wasn't impressed.
Then I got a bunch of candle holders, stuff I really didn't need. And then a knife set. With a block and such.
Anyways, that's what I bought, oh and something for someone but I can't say what it is in case they read it. But you'll like it, believe me!

The kittens are all dead

Yep. I did just sleep in through both of my classes today. Yep. I did just screw myself over for my french test on Thursday and my presentation in Linguistics class. Kick me now someone. I can't believe I did that. Well I'm caught up on sleep.
So we have a conservative government. I'm honestly not sure what to think. I'm kinda glad that the liberals are out but... yeah... not sure if Stephen Harper is who I want running my country. He's going to go and send our country off with Bush's crew and get us all killed... damn it. I must admit I'm surprised at all the Bloc Quebecois who got in... guess those are the people who want Quebec to send their own team to the Olympics and in the words of Marie... - "Those Bastards". I'm glad that he'll maybe tigten up on abortion laws. Hate me if you wish but that's one thing I stand pretty strongly against. Not so glad that he'll probably repeal the same-sex marriage thing. Not that I'm for it, cause I'm not at all, but really when you do something like that and get it all constitutionalized or whatever crap they do to it, its just wrong to go undo it all. (Yep... I'm definetly taking a political science course soon). And Harper was the one who said something about lowering tuition which would be nice. Note that I'm just consoling myself at this point. Really, he's a politician. Nothing will be done that he's said he will do, they're not good at keeping promises, just at making up "good" commericals that bash the liberals. But this is my opinion and my opinion is rarely right. And you ask, how can an opinion be wrong? Oh it can be trust me. Alot about me is wrong.
Anyways, now that I've made part of my election result rant. I shall go eat and shower. Tootles.

Ahhhh... Monday

So its Monday, the day after the end of the weekend. It was a good weekend though. Spent it in Fredericton, many movies, many laughs and a few card games won on my part. Dave cooked some good food, discovered my second favorite tv show (that being Firefly - I found a store that sells it, but they are sold out but I will return), and we made like 10 bucks for habitat. Okay so that latter didn't go so great but they made lots the day before so it all evens out.
Went to the doctor today. My blood tests came back fine other than a slight infection. So the fever has been attributed to that and as a side effect of the meds. And speak of meds. I got new ones today. These ones help me sleep! I"m quite excited. Maybe I'll get a good night's sleep sometime soon. As for the pain lately, Doc had no explanation. So we're trying a few diet changes and such.. we'll see what happens.
Just came back from a movie with Pauline and Melissa. Its not often I make friends like this, normally I have to chase after people to befriend me but its really cool, they just asked me to go out sometime. So we went out to the mall, then had supper at Boston Pizza - where we laughed at the waiter who kept hitting on us. Then we went to see Tristan and Isolde. Didn't run the real story line very well, and of course they died but whatever. It was a nice love story. Would have been nicer had they lived but no complaints I guess.
Anyways, my arms are starting to hurt so I must go now, want to see which ass is winning this election so I can go prepare for our country's funeral.
Tootles.

So Maybe I've taken on too much...

So work is starting to get ahead of me now. I knew it would. Everything felt waayyy to easy. My linguistics prof is nuts when it comes to homework. And then I think I've got all the school work under control when I realize "oh wait, I've got a story due on Friday". So then school has to be put on hold so I can do that, which I have yet to do. And then I think "why am I blogging when I have a ridiculous amount of homework to do, an article to write and my hand really hurts when I type"... so now I go.
Tootles!

Been awhile

So its been awhile or so I noticed. Surprisingly I haven't been around the computer all that much, and school hasn't been really busy so I'm not exactly sure what I"ve been doing. But not that I'm complaining. Haven't been bored and really glad that school isn't too crazy yet. Give it time though I"m sure it will become so soon.
I learnt how to make bracelets today. I made 6 or 7 of them. And some matching earrings. Which I'm gonna send to the habitat auction, I"m gonna keep one of them... deciding will be the hard part.
Hung out with Joanna alot this weekend. Went to a coffee house friday night. That was fun. And then yesterday we went to the mall, we must have spent an hour in Micheal's and the pet store each. There we no kitties though... lots and lots of puppies though. And a budgie that was having ALOT of fun on the hamster wheel, I was getting dizzy just watching it...
Anyways, yeah. Bought Third Day's Wire and some really cool penguin pyjama pants, and I returned my jacket. Not impressed that I couldn t'find a nice dressy one but whatever. The one I got is really pretty, have gotten a good many compliments on it already.
Marie and I watched Jim Carrey in "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind", I really liked it. Had not realized how good looking Jim Carrey was... And then Joanna and I watched "The Swan Princess" on Saturday night. Then we went to youth group. Thank goodness for Joanna keeping my mind occupied this weekend.
Anyways, that's all I have to report for today. Till later.

Freak out of the week

Soooo.. turns out I DID give the landlord January's check and it bounced. I hadn't realized I"d given it to him and therefore wasn't too worried that the money wasn't there as he did not have the check. So yeah... I'm freaking out majorly... and its strange... he hasn't called me and it bounced 4 days ago. Anyways yeah. But its okay... yes... trying to assure myself of that. I just called and woke Mary up so I could vent and cry to someone. Things like this should not make me cry. But its okay. Student loans came in today, its okay... *sigh...*.... wow.. Okay. I'm alright.
My cat just told me her litter box needed to be changed... yes she went on the floor. That just added to my freaking out... but now I"m gonna go organize myself and do something to calm myself down.

I confess. I'm addicted

In writing my coffee article this week. I came across this really great story. Hope you enjoy.

I confess. I'm addicted.
When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is sniff the air, hoping to catch a whiff of the coffee that brewed itself for me ten minutes before I woke up.
Whoever invented the self-timing coffee pot -- thank you.
I stagger to the kitchen and set out two cups, one for me, one for my wife. Roomy, capacious cups that can swallow half a pot into their porcelain depths. I measure in the Splenda, one teaspoonful for my wife, three for myself.
Yes, I like my coffee sweet. Some might even say syrupy. But no whitener, please. Ironic it may be, but I despise creamer.
After the spoon swirls, mixing the rich Columbian and the Splenda, I have a dark, sweet caffeinated confection, the perfect mug of joe, the Angelina Jolie cup of coffee: rich and full-bodied.
Nothing is quite as sweet as that first sip. Nothing is quite as warm as that mug against my hands. Though many, many more cups will follow this one each day, that first sip, that very first cup, is special.
And so are the other dozen I'll have that day.
That's right. Dozen. That's an estimate, of course. I honestly don't know how many cups of coffee I slug down each day. I don't count -- I drink. But twelve is as fair a guess as any, even if it does likely err on the side of caution. By the end of the day, I'm so hopped up on caffeine that my eyes glow like the hound of the Baskervilles. My body twitches with a speed that makes hummingbirds gape.
When did my addiction start? Like most addicts, I remember my first, forbidden sip. My grandfather's Masonic mug sat on the table beside his La-Z-Boy recliner, wisps of steam rising from the black water. The smell was exotic, intoxicating. No one was around. Grandad had stepped into the kitchen to grab a Krispy Kreme before the wrestling matches continued on TV. My chance had come.
I raised the cup to my lips and took a deep, long draught.
The world turned. The coffee poured -- no, danced -- over my tongue, swam down my throat, hit the passing lane into my stomach, then took the off-ramp to my cerebral cortex. The jolt was like nothing I'd ever felt before.
After this, I was doomed. There was no going back.
Soon, like the other teenage addicts, I was stealing my parents' coffee, slipping away behind the barn for a forbidden sip, meeting behind the gym at school with the other caffeine-sodden ne'er-do-wells who would bum mugs of java off each other while standing with twitching fingers in smoky clouds of coffee-steam, never getting enough, itching for the next cup.
High school ended, and college came and went, a four-year blur of coffee houses and mall bagel shops. By then, I'd done 'em all -- Maxwell House, Folger's, Millstone, Green Mountain, the specialty blends, the exotic, the domestic. Coffee was my albatross. I was a slave to the demon bean.
Today, I accept my addiction. Who am I kidding -- I embrace it. I greet each mug of coffee with the enthusiasm of young love, and I protect each cup with the fierce devotion of the mother wolf.
Still, my message to the youth of today is a simple one: beware of coffee. She is a harsh mistress. Yes, she gives warmth, life, vigor, and purpose. But she demands her tribute, too. Your wallet will drain into the coffers of the Starbucks empire. As you empty each cup, you will pursue the next with the zeal of Galahad grasping for the grail.
Yes, the demon bean will claim your soul, as it claimed mine years ago. But then, isn't that a small price to pay for true love?
Written by Mike Creamer

Back to School

So headed back to school today. I'm looking forward to this semester for a few reasons:
1. My classes dont' appear to be too difficult so far. Not too much work. Classics has alot of reading in it and logic looks like its gonna be real boring but other than that, doesn't seem too bad so far.
2. My profs are great. Professor Goud is gonna be sooo much fun! And so is Littlejohn I think. Even if he does ramble alot.
3. I get to see Tara! Lots!!! I saw her 3 times in 2 hours! It was great! No more going months without seeing her. And I mean, really if I can smell that hair every Monday, Wednesday and Friday then my week has officially improved. Oh and Tuesdays!

So yeah, day went quite well. I'm very tired and I hope that walk from the bus stop doesn't kill me like that everyday. But I'm sure all will be better once I get over whatever it is I have. I got my english exam back.. soo happy! I got an A!!! YAY!!! Maybe I should be studying English.... I mean if marks are any indication of what I should study... it would be english. Unfortunatly I don't think its what I want to study. Howeve classics!! eeehhh! Its great.
Oh and yes. So far I have two essays due on the Monday after March break. Note I"m not impressed since I'm supposed to be away all of March break... but I"ll figure something out. Not giving up the trip though so don't even mention it. :) And my Linguistics text that I was gonna buy second hand won't happen cause its not the same one so I have to wait and buy it at the bookstore and they didnt' order it until just the other day so its not gonna be in for a week or two. Note that I am not impressed. But I really want to take that class soo gonna anyways.. hehe
Yes I am giddy and yes I am a bit feverish... and actually I'm feeling hungry too... I had some soup yesterday afternoon and nothing since so maybe I should eat something... anyways. I suppose I'll go for now. Tell you about my other classes tomorrow!

Happy 2006!

So I'm starting to think that saying I might be able to adopt a kitty is a bad idea. Mine is driving me nuts right now. But maybe its the lack of sleep. Or something like that.
My head hurts. I drank a little too much last night. I don't get drunk but I was a bit er... something. But the new year has officially been rung in and I can't think of a better way to have done it. I had a lot of fun. I learnt that I really like tequila. Which is cool.
So its 2006. Happy 2006 everyone! So I'm supposed to make resolutions now right? So.... this could be interesting. I don't expect to be able to keep any of these but I might as well make myself think. I"ll let you know in a week if any of them are plausible.

1. I want my driver's permit by the end of the year and I want to be able to drive. I'm learning. I went driving today and it went okay. No one went through any windshields and there weren't too many bent fenders. From what I know so far I think the hardest thing about driving will be turning, like not overestimating how far to turn or anything like that. But we'll see.
2. I'm going to see and talk to friends I"ve drifted away from. That includes calling Natalie, Crystal, Kevin, Corey, Vanessa, Sam, Diana, and Jon and anyone else I may have forgotten to list.
3. Yep. I know this is what I say every year. Here it comes. Brace yourself. I'm gonna get it shape. No more of this passing out after walking up a flight of stairs or being tired at 2 in the afternoon. I'm getting in shape no matter what it takes. (I can laugh at this idea later)
4. I'm gonna finish this semester of school with at least a 3.7 gpa. That's nothing. I can do that. It'll just require a bit of work and a lack of procrastination.
5. I'm going to enjoy myself. I'm gonna be sure to have fun. I'm not gonna have a problem with going out and having fun. I'm allowed. And I will.
6. I'm going to do things because I want to. Not because someone else tells me to or because someone else guilts me into doing it. This year is for me and of me. I'm in charge this year.
7. My house will be clean. And my cat will be brushed and my bathroom will not smell from cat litter.
8. I will put all I am capable of into my job. I will be the best features editor this newspaper has ever seen. People will look forward to reading my articles.
9. I'm gonna love and not worry bout who's gonna hate me for it. Or who's gonna be angry. I'm going to love guilt free and without reservation. I'm not gonna hold back for fear of being vulnerable or letting go.
10. I'm gonna be alive when December 31st 2006 comes along. I made a promise that I'd be someone's for the year. I'm booked for the year. I can't go anywhere. Not just yet. I realize everyday won't be great and I won't always be happy and I won't never cry but it'll be okay.

My cat is sprawled across the kitchen table... and I don't give a damn. I'm not getting up again... it would probably be the 75th time in the last hour.... to get her down. I'll live and so will the table.
I wish you all the happiest of years this year. I pray you will be blessed in health, finances, family and love. I pray that you will take the time to love yourself this year, and to enjoy the company of loved ones. I hope that this year will not pass without you taking something on into the next, something of value to guide you and bring you hope and peace in the years to come.
Happy New Year Everyone!!