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[29 Jan 2009|10:09pm] |
Public Transit: a large mobile tin full of contradictions and awkward social situations.
I enjoy not having to warm up a vehicle, drive through icy streets fighting other drivers doing the same thing. I enjoy being dropped off at the doors and not having to find a parking spot. I hate having to wait. I hate when the bus is late and you're not sure if you missed it. I hate when the bus is early and you watch it drive by from the side street where the driver is unaware you wanted on at all. Especially since you are fully aware that all there is left to do is walk back defeated and try again in half an hour.
I hate walking down the bus aisle looking for an empty seat. I hate having to sit with a complete stranger but at the same time I hate people who believe their bag deserves a seat more than I do. It is extremely difficult to pick a seat while looking no one in the face because you're going to have to sit awkwardly beside them for the next half hour in silence. I hate people who reach over you to pull the stop bell. There's buttons in the middle for a reason. I hate when people sit down touching you but I feel bad for the people who sit down half on the seat. I'm not that repulsive am I? And I know sitting like that is not comfortable because I'm someone who does it.
I hate listening to people shout about their mundane lives on a silent bus. No, I honestly don't care why you can only do your grocery shopping on Saturday, what new diet you're trying, why you're moving out of your old apartment, or why so-and-so broke up with so-and-so. I know my ipod is too loud but I'd rather have Louis Prima's brassy trumpet damaging my eardrums than listen to your boring conversation. I hope to myself that the next stop is yours. Yet I do enjoy telling my friends about my mundane life while riding the bus.
Each and every situation is magnified by either being on the bus in the morning when you wish you were at home sleeping or being on the bus at night when you wish you were at home sleeping. The only comfort I take while sitting there is knowing that everyone hates this as much as I do.
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[06 Nov 2008|05:43pm] |
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Presentation: best when they're over.
Deep Thought International along with every other group in Cmpt 370 can finally breath again. I'm not sure if every other group was as nervous as ours but good god am I glad it's over. I hate presenting because my face goes red and I get all stumbly and grinny and stupid. Bah. I'm sure glad that Andrew was in the class. He's like the shining beacon of "it's okay". He literally emanates "it's ooookay". When you think you're going to have a panic attack, just glance back for reassurance "it's oooookay". Haha.
But I think it went well enough. We got our point accross and people seemed to like the messages in our game. I'm glad we only have to present once. It was kind of crappy that we ended up being the last group on the last day. I'm told that everyone remembers what the last group did the most. Shoot. Haha. But anyways. It's over and now we have to do our beta version. Sigh.
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| and day is night today. |
[01 Mar 2008|06:37pm] |
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I've been checking over my journal entries and there seems to be a strong trend that the only time journals get entered into is when I have other, more important, things to do. I am such a procrastinator.
I'm starting to thing the note on Sunday in my dayplanner is a good idea. As Ellen knows, it says something along the lines of "Might as well kill yourself here because it only gets worse". And it's true. Three tests and two assignments in one week. Awful.
So, what am I doing about it? Complaining of course. As usual.
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| Life goes easy on me... |
[25 Oct 2007|07:38pm] |
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...most of the time.
And so it is, the first crash of midterms and homework is upon me. I'm still maintaining the irrational thought pattern that it won't be as bad as Ellen is saying it will be. Haha...ugh.
I've already got a head start though. By doing my 214 Assignment wrong, I'm already done part 2 of it. Two birds with one stone. Now I just have 270 assignment, Econ webtests, Econ midterm, 260 assignment and midterm, stats test, 214 midterm, then 270 midterm. Okay, and yet I'm sitting here writing a journal entry? Go figure.
I guess that means I should get back to work.
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| There goes my heart. |
[15 Sep 2007|07:32pm] |
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It's Saturday night and I have no where to go. I'm forced to sit at home and do nothing because I have no friends. This is absolutely awful. I must be the most pathetic living thing on earth. The only living thing more pathetic than me would be like a single celled organism or...or...someone who is sitting in a bush tonight getting shit faced...but that's just opinion.
Still, pretty lame. But writing in my journal doesn't solve anything. Unless there's someone reading this post the second I put it out and somehow contacts me and becomes my friend and takes me out of this boredom/pity-fest of mine. The chances of that are pretty slim. If it were that easy I probably wouldn't be sitting at home tonight.
Ho-hum, oh random stranger, please save me...please?
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| I found someone new, he's waiting in the car outside. |
[14 Sep 2007|07:27pm] |
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Well, after considerable time studying the space invaders game I managed to get 322nd spot in the high scores. Haha! In your face Ellen!
I'm so bored. I have to go to work tomorrow and I really really don't want to. Yeah, that's right, really really. Ugh.
I should be doing something useful tonight, like cleaning my pig sty of a house or some Econ webtests or something. Instead I ate a cantelope and watched a movie. So productive, I am.
Spinks was all decorated today in honour of the 100th anniversary of the Uni or something. It had balloons and streamers and they made me want cake. It just seems logical that balloons and cake means streamers...but no, sadly, no cake.
And with the sad note of no cake, I guess I'll go find something else to do.
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| Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee |
[27 May 2007|09:29pm] |
I'm so bored.
I'm so bored I could stab something. Violence for he sake of boredom relief is not a good sign. Not a good sign.
It's Sunday night but I don't have to be up tomorrow morning. What do I do? Nothing seems to be the answer for that is what I'm doing. Livejournal is the last resort before violence.
Save me now!
I'm working two jobs now and I'm not sure if it's just because I've only started but instead of being dead tired I have more energy than I usually do. Also I have no homework to keep my mind busy so I'm very restless.
I guess I did have homework but I'm done it. I know that all Zeller's children summer apparel, sleepwear, and swimsuits are 25% off. So are all women's Tres You and Gloria Vanderbilt brand clothings. So there, I'm done.
Well, I'm going to go get violent on something. I'll let you know how it goes.
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| I'm obsessive when just one thought of you comes up |
[25 Apr 2007|11:48pm] |
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You got me tossin' and turnin' and can't sleep at night
So, it's late and I'm supposed to be sleeping but I can't. I'm really messed up lately. I can't get the sleep at night because my mind keeps running over a hundred things that don't really matter.
'Cause you on my mind it's got me losing it
I think I've been kind of worried because everything's changing. I get stressed over big changes. University almost over means that I have to find a job and everything has to be tossed up in the air again until it all settles back down.
Just your presence and I second guess my sanity.
I guess you could say I prefer the monotony of day to day life to the confusion of a change. It's possible I'm a control freak and want everything to go the way I want but I think if you knew me you'd understand that that's not really the issue. I have no desire to worry or control everything. Way to much work.
I don't know what to do, it's true, I'm going crazy over you.
I think I merely enjoy the comfort of knowing what's going to happen to me tomorrow. You're less likely to mess up something if you know what to do. Maybe that's it. I have a deep fear of screwing up...but who doesn't? I don't know one person that wakes up in the morning and says "I hope I fail at life and make a fool of myself in the process."
I'm the question and you're of course the answer.
In case anyone way wondering about the patches of offset words mixed within my post, it's lyrics. I spend my time watching youtube videos when I can't sleep. Can anyone tell me what song they're from without searching them?
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| I died a thousand times, found guilty of no crimes. |
[19 Apr 2007|08:35pm] |
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Unfortunately, today is Thursday. That means that the week is almost over and I've yet to actually do anything useful. Pathetic.
Oh, I did do something. I had a weird dream last night. (Productive or what, eh?) I dreamt that I was in Zellers and I was marrying Julie. How awful. Zellers? I was hoping to have a bit better wedding host than a broken down member of the Hudson Bay Company. But any-hoo, we were getting married so we were buying a marriage license or something. The odd thing is that this "license" rung up at $225,000. I love you Julie but that's a little steep. I made you pay for it anyways. Haha, you got stuck with the bill. So once we had purchased this wedding prerequisite, we went out the doors and got hit by a bus. Then I woke up.
Interesting or what? I'd like to get that one analyzed. Seriously, what could possibly going on in my life to make me dream that? Must be exam stress. Boggles the mind.
Oh, also I made pie. It smells very very good and I think I'm about to see if it's done so I can eat it.
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| I've seen you in a thousand minds, you made the angels fall. |
[15 Apr 2007|12:27am] |
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My head hurts. I don't want to think anymore. My nose hurts. Kleenexes are not my friends.
I'm whiney but I don't feel good so I guess it's sort of okay.
I went to Ellen's to study computer science tonight but I didn't do anything. I didn't want to think. I sat there and bobbed my head up and down until it was time to go. I did get cookes though. It is never a bad visit when you get cookies.
I got up to trees anyways, so I did get a bit done. All I have left is tomorrow though. I sure hope I know enough. Ellen did the calculations and if we got a 0 on the final we would have a 52.2 in the class. So hopefully we should aim for a bit higher than a 0 but just in case, you have to facter in the output for all possible input (that's called robustness). So with a 50 we'd have a 72.2. Not a bad bad mark but still, hopefully a tad better. But the point is, we have nothing to worry about.
One thing I'm really worried about though is next year. I know it's a little early to start worrying. Hell, for all I know I could be dead by next September. But none-the-less, next year, alive or dead, is a scary thought. Second year programming classes? Can I really do that? I posted on I-help asking what I should do over the summer to help for next year and I recieved a lot of helpful people giving me over my head answers. It's not their fault I know nothing, but really, I'm so new to this stuff and it's scary. Why did I decide to dive in? It's CMPT 111's fault. It's just a trick to get you in over your head. What a mean, mean trick.
I really hope that I'm not a failure and that I can do this.
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| If I was an apple on a tree, boy come along take a bite of me |
[10 Apr 2007|10:16pm] |
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You know you're bitter when you get joy out of calling your Physics assignments "ass" instead of "assignment."
I'm on Assignment 20. That means only 4 more. I have tomorrow to finish studying. I'm scared. But I'm okay because I'll be happy with a 60. If I get a 60 on the final I will have a 70 in the class. That is okay with me.
Then it'll be over! Yay! No more Physics! Aw, no more Pywell. He was the best part of Physics by far. I shall miss him.
I'm happy because I don't have to go anywhere tomorrow. Monday was supposed to be the last day of classes but we had one more Physics Tutorial today. It was okay because it gave me the opportunity to check for my Computer Assignments. Two of them were there and I had a sweet story to tell a friend after the day was over.
So, all is well (I almost typed "vell"...I should have left it, I'm turning vampire). I just have to live through the rest of the exams and then I get to work for the summer.
Yay...?
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| Like an apparition you don't seem real at all |
[07 Apr 2007|10:07pm] |
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I'm going to hell-I mean fail...I'm going to fail. That's what I said.
Don't doubt me.
Haha, no, maybe I'm being a tad melodramatic. Just a tad. According to Pywell's fancy shmancy "grade calculator" I need an 8% on my remaining tests to pass the class. I'm not exactly going to fail but still, I don't particularly want a 50. Pass isn't exactly sufficient even though it is all that's possible at the moment. Ugh. I don't want to study.
So what did I do today, you ask? Glad you're concerned. I love being cared about. =D
I went shopping with my niece. It's Syd's birthday today. (Happy Birthday!) She is a grand 15 and needed new hightops. She got some neat red and black ones. They look very hip. haha. She also got some new capris and jeans. Unfortunately, being myself, as soon as I walk into a mall I cannot leave without buying something for myself. My purchases were, of course, all necesity. No enjoyment here. I bought my first pair of skinny jeans. They actually looked pretty good. Now I just have to wear them. I also got some capris, the ones that only come half way down the thighs of a normal person, so they come to my knees! Lucky.
I did go to order more contacts. The lady was quite crusty today. I think we have some history that she has written in some file that makes her angry. She can go shove it.
So, all in all, a good day. Other than the fact that I still haven't done Physics studying, it was good.
Ugh.
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| Be my somebody |
[04 Apr 2007|09:08pm] |
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You know everyone is getting burnt out when Pywell starts saying 'character' instead of 'carrier'. Even I have to admit that those are a little far off. Also, when Pywell gets lost in an example, then you know it's getting overboard. Like seriously. He's the master of examples, we've done 143 now, and I have never once seen him doubt his self. Today was different. It was awkward. What do you do when the master is confused? It's a good thing we didn't have a tutorial today or there could have been some sort of implosion of something.
Though no tutorial avoided the implosion of Pywell, it did invoke three hours of doing nothing in Spinks with Ellen. That, most often, can be just as dangerous. Though there was the absence of a rather handsome ex-tutorial leader with a name that starts with a tutorial and end's with an Dave, we still managed to have some fun. My text book does have an incredible work of art in it now too. I've never seen such talent expressed on a math answer booklet in my life. Picasso himself would be proud.
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| Some people say I've done alright for a girl |
[03 Apr 2007|09:19pm] |
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I've been having very vivid dreams lately. Now don't get excited or anything. They're not premonitions or even remotely interesting...just very vivid. When I wake up from them I expect them to still be happening. I go to get up and continue what I was doing in the dream and then realize that "hey, I'm crazy!"
I think the stupidest part about all this is that they're not even interesting or fun dreams. They are extremely bland and pointless but still, I'm quite disapointed when I realize that they're not happening. I guess it's merely the suprise that I'm not (for example) finishing the dishes before I drive to Calgary for no apparent reason. Doesn't that one weigh heavy on my heart?
So yeah, I'm not what could be the cause of these dreams. Am I not sleeping enough or am I sleeping too much? I think I will go with the first option yet I don't have time to be tired. I need all my time to try and convince myself to study. I do, however, have time to write an lj entry of course...who doesn't?
I deserve to fail.
Good thing, because I'm going to.
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| The moon gravitates around you... |
[11 Mar 2007|10:37pm] |
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Everything is winding up for the year. I'm so happy to be done but it's scary to think that I've already been through a year. It doesn't seem like that long, yet at the same time it has been forever and I have no idea how I'm going to do this for three more years.
Hell, why am I worrying about the next three years? I still have finals to write. I should be worrying about the next three weeks. Augh! Naw, they won't be that bad. Just Physics. Physics will be the devil.
I've really been unconnected with the world for the last couple weeks. I spend my time doing homework and playing with my Sims. I go through Sim phases. When there's nothing else to do I get addicted to them and once something with a higher priority comes along I want to wretch everytime I think of playing Sims. Last time I had one of my Sim Phases was the end of August when I had my wisdom teeth removed. There really is nothing better to do when you're all swollen and bruised than sit on your ass and live a virtual life. Nothing better.
I've been snowboarding a bit this year. I have my own snowboard now so I can go more. Might as well go since I paid for it anyways right? Last time I went I ended up having this extremely strange text conversation with my friend who was also driving home at the same time I was. I thought it was Ellen but was really it was the passenger in her car. I was a little more than confused when it first started out but once I realized what was going on it became quite a good laugh. Here it is.
Me: I'm texting you
Ellen: I'm pooping at Table
Me: You're what now?
Ellen: It's hard to poo while texting
Me: Haha. Nice. I didn't want to know.
Ellen: I don't remember eating any of this STUFF
Me: Oh, I know EXACTLY what you mean. Sometimes I crap the weirdest things. Like yesterday...let me tell you.
Ellen: Still going. I don't know what's wrong with me
Me: Jeese. You'll never get home at this rate. (You may want to get that checked out.)
Ellen: It burns so much. Please come help (stall number three)
Me: Ooh. That's the one without a lock. I'm on my way. Is there anything you would like me to bring?
Ellen: Just rubber gloves, a beef heart, some croutons, a midget, and maybe a priest
Me: Sounds like we're performing an exorcism. Do you think we'll all fit in there?
Ellen: Hurry, they just shut off the lights.
Me: Maybe you should just wait it out and you can go night skiing. No need to rush it.
Ellen: I just realized there is no paper
Me: Oh. Well. Now you're really in deep (get it) So that's what you wanted the midget for?
Ellen: No, the midget was just to laugh at.
Me: Because I always enjoy a good laugh when I'm taking a poo. Be careful no one comes in and attacks you.
Ellen: It smells really bad in here. I doubt even stink itself would come in.
Me: Ew. That's what I like to call stank. You're attacker hopefully remembers his noseplugs. Do you see any end in sight? It sounds kind of hopeless to me.
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| Would you like a cigarette? |
[15 Feb 2007|11:13pm] |
Or a hand upon your shoulder?
So, I got back from Panorama last night. It was a great trip. I love snowboarding. I'm sort of starting to kinda get good! I'm so proud. *tear* I can carve if there's good powder. I now realize that I do need wrist gaurds though. I sprained my left wrist again. Stupid weak wrists. It's got a pretty bruise on it and I can't turn it very far but it'll be okay. No biggie.
One of the best parts of the trip was the people on it. Sydney, Dave, Dylan, and Dwayne...or should I say Toast, Hank, Wipe, and D-dot. I was known as Bent because I was unfortunately bent for most of the trip and hopped up on Dave's Motrin. It was great.
I don't think anymore laughing could have been squeezed into the trip. Syd and I definitely hold the record for the most giggles. We must be so annoying but it's so much fun. We had promised eachother to try and cut the giggling down to times when it didn't disturb other people. We had the night time giggling under control until Dave provoked it to explosive laughter. Why would you do that Dave? Not a plan.
I think I vote the most embarassing moment on the trip was when I yelled "sexy" at two 70 year old men on one of the ski runs. More embarassing than that was that they waved and told me to meet them at the bottom. Now I couldn't be rude so I waved back but no, I did not meet them at the bottom. Why am I allowed in public?
Now not every moment of old men hitting on me was provoked by my obscene behavior. The one time I was sitting quite harmlessly when a crazy old man who had read the "U of S" on my pants while checking out my ass mumbled "Saaaskaatchewaan" as he walked by and looked at me creepishly. Now that was not my fault. I was sitting down for god sake. But as Dave said, he had seen me long before I sat down. Creeper.
But I made it home safely and am quite happy. A few bruises but none the less a great trip. I can't wait to do it again next year.
quotes
Syd: I'm all dewy eyed.
Me: That's for morning.
Syd: Well if dew is water I can be dewy eyed if I'm crying.
Me: But you're not crying.
Syd: Getting astringent in your eyes can make you cry.
Me: Right.
Syd: And then she yelled sexy off the chair lift!!
Me: No I didn't! Shut up!
Dave: Now Syd, she could have yelled 'sex ME' and maybe they told her they'd like to 'meet her bottom'...
"I'd like a double ho-burger"--Dave talker about our hamburgers shaped like hotdogs
"Just kidding!!!"--Dave after provoking insane laughter
"Kinda like moldy club soda"--Syd describing beer
"You started at 20 and now you bet 1? So here's my one chip to see the next card. What're you stupid?"--Dave reaming out Dylan for his crappy poker skills
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| Mangos and papayas, anything your heart desires. |
[09 Feb 2007|01:49pm] |
Through my life, for as long as I can remember, food has always been my number one priority. For example, if I had to do something it's always "hold on, I have to eat first." Or if someone calls during a meal time the reply is "I'll call back, I'm eating right now." In high school homework always came after supper. In my life, food has always had a high standing.
Noticing that makes me realize that University must be pretty damn important to me because I never eat anymore. Food is almost always left until after I get home. University first, then food. As a result I come home hungry most days. No longer is it "hold on prof, I have to eat." or "I'll write my essay after supper." There is a new order of priorities.
This is a big epiphany for me. I love food.
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| Botch-a-me |
[02 Feb 2007|08:06pm] |
As some people know, I'm a very large fan of old music, movies, and other paraphanalia from the 50's (including pinups). But lately I've had a very big love for Rosemary Clooney. I just stumbled upon some of her videos on You-Tube and I've watched most of them now. I think she was probably one of the cutest things from back in that day.
I have a question though. Why are most her songs sung with out real words? She must have enjoyed meaningless lyrics. Now I'm not critisizing. She gives unreal words unreal beauty but what's with the trend. I'll give you a couple examples.
I first noticed it in Mambo Italiano. I'm pretty sure the words she's saying are supposed to be real but she enjoys turning them into random sounds to fit the music.
"Try an enchilada with da fish a bac a lab"
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"Hello kess-a-deetch-a you getta happy in the feets a"
Now, at least she doesn't say "get ya happy in the pizza" like Dean Martin. But still, kess-a-deetch-a? Yeah yeah, it quesadilla but that's not what she says.
The second I noticed is probably the best one. Botch-a-me. Very wonderful song and the you tube video for it is so adorable. But again, the lyrics.
"Bah-bah, botch-a-me, bambino
Bah-bah-bo, bo, boca piccolino
When you kiss me and I'm a-kissa you
Tra la la la la la la la la loo"
Beautiful but not many real words. The best part of this song though is when she says "C'mon a-you, kissa me, eh?!!" Nothing and I mean NOTHING in this world can replace Rosemary Clooney's "eh?" Oh god, it's the best.
The next I noticed it in was Come On-a My House. She doesn't use any fictional words but she does bring out the "eh?" again. It's so worth it. Just on a side note, my favorite lyrics from this song is "I'm gonna give you peach and pear and I love-a your hair."
The next one I found and the last so far is I'm Checkin out Goombye. Goombye? Nevermind. I'll just leave it at that.
So adorable.
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| Hey mambo! |
[25 Jan 2007|12:19am] |
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Today was long.
Was too long of a day.
A long long day it was too.
It really wasn't a very bad day, just long. The only thing that made it long was me staying until 8:30 to do my computer assignment. Two programming questions took me four hours. But the important thing is that they work! Sort of...they first one works but the second one decided that it won't work on my computer at home. So meaning that I have to stay tomorrow to finish it up. It's okay though. Just computers.
I saw tutorial Dave today. Well, I guess he is old tutorial Dave. It is now tutorial Tim or tutorial Andrew(Ellen and I are interlopers). But yeah, old tutorial Dave is so cute. I still get smiles when he walks by. He probably has no recollection of why or who he's smiling at but it's still cute. Oh yeah, that reminds me, tutorial/computer teacher Andrew are two very very different people. Computer teacher Andrew was fancy shoes, crease pants and tutorial Andrew is thug pants, running shoes. I was quite appalled. Haha, naw, it's all good. But it does tell me that he isn't a prof. He's only a grad student. Go figure. Pretty special if he gets to teach a comp class while the other teachers were 'Dr.'s. We were his guinea pigs.
I feel so used.
We had meth lab today *cough cough* I mean math lab. Yeah, that's it. It was fun. I still stick by the fact that Manuella is the cutest little things that has ever taught math. I like the way she talks. So cute. I also think that if the force of a sneeze ever coursed through her pale, frail little body she would probably snap in half spewing math brains and innards all over us but hey! That's the risk you take when you're taught by a cute little foreign girl. So cute!
Quotes:
Ellen: I don't know what I'm supposed to do!
me: Those were the slides Tutorial Tim taught us-
Ellen: -read through...some.
Me and Ellen's math notes today
me: You're a genius!
Ellen: You're fucking psycho.
me: You're so mean :(
Ellen: At least I'm not insane!
me: He's making me forget everything!
Ellen: That bastard.
me: I'm gonna fail the quiz!
Ellen: No you won't. You're too crazy! They'll be afraid to fail you.
me: I'm dying
Ellen: No Kate! DON'T DO IT! The crazy ones never die anyways.
me: Long live the crazy!
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| It's sad, a map of the world is on you. |
[20 Jan 2007|06:52pm] |
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Weekends have become painful for me. Not the times when I'm doing things but the times when I'm sitting around thinking of all the things I should be doing. That is really one of the most painful times for me. I can no longer enjoy nothing. I constantly think of all the crap I should be reading or the things I should be accomplishing or life I should be living. What a hassle.
Last night was okay because Ashley came back from Alberta. She seems very good and happy. The best way to be. Ashley, Julie, Courtney, Ellen, and I all went for supper and then bowling. Supper was good except that my shrimp had legs on it and we're still left with that lingering question: Does a chicken have a tenderloin? I'm very skeptical but the menu at Montana's seems to think that it does. But really, how can you trust a place that looks like a hunting lodge and makes people wear moose antlers? I don't. And also, disapointingly, even though I was set up perfectly, I blew my chance to ask the waitress where the chicken's tenderloin was. Not a word of a lie, she asked "is there any questions about the menu?" I replied "no" like the chance blower I am. Pathetic.
I was on fire at the bowling alley. And since I've already had to clear it up once, no, not literally. I did bowl a 158 and a 161 though. Highest I ever have. I can't credit it all to myself though. I somehow managed to rip the points off from Julie. She definitely barely broke 60. Thanks for the points dear!
The only sad part of the night was that there were many many couples. Happy looking couples. Guys with their arms around girls. Girls with their arms around guys. I do miss being held. Unfortunately there is no one at the moment who wants to hold me.
Quotes:
"I wish I were sine so you could be cosine and together we'd make one."--Best pickup line ever from Julie
"Now that you sleep in contacts are your dreams less blurry?"--Me to Julie
"C'mon guys, we're not teenage girls anymore, cut the giggling. We laugh like 40 year old men from now on."--Me
"OOOOHHH! SORDID blessings!! I thought you were saying assorted like a box of doughnuts!"--Girl from english talking about The World is Too Much With Us"
Girl from English class talking about The World is Too Much With Us"
Girl: "So I think by saying he wanted to be a Pagan was that he didn't want religion anymore
Teacher: "Oh..hm..so you interpreted it to mean that he was denouncing God?"
Girl: "OH! No no, not at all. I just meant that he doesn't want God anymore."
Me:"Why does she have to go to P.A.?"
Julie:"The bathroom is just around the corner."
Me:"Who has to go to the bathroom?"
Ellen:"Yeah, you have to go pee, eh?"
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