This is pointless. GAH.

So, if you noticed (or a better opener would be "if you read, which you probably did not") the previous post, it has three shameless, blatant references to "She's the Man," a geniusly great film. Really. So funny. And so referenceable.

I don't really know why I started another post. I have nothing to say. But I'm bored like a bored thing.




Pow Pow. Take a Bow.

Bros...brothers....brethren? BIG NEWWS.

O WOW.

The strike of buses is over. Over I say!

But what I also have to say is if they were just going to end up settling this with binding arbitration anyways, then why did they need to take 51 days to figure that out?

Because you see, the city and the bus union haven't actually come to any agreement or anything...they just decided to cut their loses and give it over to a completely objective third party observer with absolutely no personal interest in the matter to decide....since the Federal Government was going to force arbitration on them anyways and make the bus drivers go back to work.

It took 51 days of absolute hell on earth for them to decide THAT. POO.

The buses won't actually be back on the roads for a while yet, since they've all frozen solid and have to be chizzled out of the ice blocks that have formed around them in there period of disuse.
But soon.



Well, remember, be a man, suck it up. Rub some dirt on it.

Large Crap and A Fire...but not together.

Yesterday was a great day. It was one of them days when I have a bijjjiiilllion (7) hour break between classes, and the only thing to do is wait it out and attempt to do the assignments that are piling up.

So I was sitting in one of the less populated buildings of the university, reading blogges, listening to music, and just generally doing anything that wasn't remotely related to school.

I was reading Luke of the Kinderbloggen's hysterical updates on his wife's pregonesss and his building nervousness over the fact that parenthood is imminent and that the child, as it turns out is not going to be a centaur, but a girl, and I was positively tickled 'cause he responded to my comment that he should introduce the Girl to Lego ASAP, because it is something dads can deal with while maintaining their fragile dignity, and it is so bloody fun for boy or girls. I was so enrapt reading the part where he said it was a "super-fantastic idea" and a "win of the epic variety" that I completely failed to notice all the students around me exiting the building in a semi-orderly fashion and the piercing "WAHN WAHN WAHNNNN!" invading my ears.

Yes there was a fire alarm. And I was just sitting there. Like a stupid thing on stupid tablets.

Well, then I left in search of another place to pretend to work.

I chose the library.
The perfect place to sleep, because it is quiet AND they employ sleep fairies who go around making people intensely drowzy.

So basically I wasted the day doing nothing, when I knew that today I had a BIG HUGE assignment due in my most nit-picky class. Don't worry, I finished it. This morning....half an hour before class.

It is, most definitely a large crap, bordering dangerously on a shit-I-shouldn't-have-bothered-doing-if-I-was-just-going-to-make-it-a-large-crap.


But whatever right?

no that is the wrong attitude. I am a bad influence on myself.

Snoozeville vs. Sketchville.

hello me harties. I'm a pirate apparently.

I really should be reading any number of text books that I have allowed to go unopened for....well for the entire semester so far. But, naturally, when I need to do something for the benefit of my education, there are always far more interesting things to do. Like sleeping in public (which is not as wierd as it used to be. This bus strike [may it be fucked to hell] has taught me the value of not caring if people walking around the university can hear me sleep talking and see me drooling), or spider solitaire, or catching up on the blogges I secretly read.

One of the blogges that hasn't had a new post in ages and years had not one but two new posts.

And just this every second, the two aforementioned "friends" just walked by me and I waved, and I was completely and utterly ignored in a very unsubtle way. The dagger just got a little twist and lemon sprinkle.

I am so endlessly bored. I think it is making me stupid.

I haven't really been up to much these days. On saturday it was my friend's birthday, so we all went out to a bar in Sketchville. And I drank a lot, to no avail. I was only able to watch as all the people around me got progressively drunker. It seemed like the alcohol was somehow being evaporated out of my drinks before I could drink them. It really pissed me off. Or maybe my alcoholism is making me a tank as far as how much I can consume.

Other than that, it's pretty much been snoozeville in the life of Me.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Like that. All day. Everyday.

a dagger that bites.

well, two of my friends it would seem, are not actually my friends. DRAMA! I hate drama. They are said to in fact, "not like me." It is a bummer and a shame. Because I am still their friend. That must annoy them.

I don't know what I did to engender their dislike, but apparently, I did something. Or I'm just so beyond the valley of the lame in their books that they can't bare to spend time with me. I have pondered this long and hard (oooer). I have come to the conclusion that this situation sucks. And also, that high school and all the social drama that goes with it NEVER ENDS.

and imagine, when I actually was in high school, I wasn't ever really part of the drama going down. Well, it has caught up with me. so fuck.


The knowledge that they don't like me didn't come as a shock or anything. It has kinda been like a dagger of sorts in my gut for a while...painful, throbbing even, but manageable....deniable. When one of my other friends finally decided to grow a pair and tell me what the fuck was going on, hearing her words "ya dude...they really don't like you" out loud was like the dagger got twisted suddenly. And all I could do was stare at the floor in wordless agony and embarrassment as my insides spilled on to the tiles.

You see, there is a difference between knowing something only in your mind, and having it told to you by someone else. It's the pain factor. The horrible confirmation of your suspicions just makes the wound bigger. It's no more a personal revelation, confined to your mind....it's public, it's a fact with teeth bent on breaking you. But it also becomes something you can fight.


Anyways, that's me. That may not be how everyone feels and deals.

And happy birthday to the girl who's birthday it is today.

xoxo Alice

(hahahaha. that's how Gossip girl finishes her umm...gossiping. Never AGAIN)

need i SLEEP. km4cu, w0iglq. blah.

I hate buses. The strike has been going on for over a month, and it's driving (but not really driving) everyone to the point of violence. I myself feel hugely violent....or I would if I wasn't so damn tired from having to wake up at 5:30 am everyday so I can get a ride to school with me madre. I actually feel more like a huge zombie at this point.

I'm at school right now. If buses were running, I'd have been home ages ago, sleeping on my couch instead of falling asleep at Starbucks surrounded by disgruntled university students who wake me up with there snickering every time my mouth droops open or my head falls into an awkward sleeping position.

So, I'm now in the library where I can at least be somewhat secluded whilst drifting off to sleep.




Happy hunting.
you know, if you do that kinda thing.
if not, well, just happy then.

Hair dancing.

I got my hair cut. Once it was down to my butt, but no more. It is down to my shoulders. Barely.

I have spent the afternoon head-banging and swishing my hair around my face because it is suddenly full of bouncability and je ne sais quoi.


*****

Last night I went out with my dancing shoes on to uhhh....dance. And drink. Well, to drink, then dance once I'd lost all feelings of shame. I was in the dirty section of town (ie, the Hull side, where the drinking age is my age and therefore, all the sketchy type people go there) and I accidentally gave my home number to this guy I was dancing with. And my name, but not my real one. Alice, of course.

I wasn't too worried about it though, 'cause them sketchy dudes in Hull never call.

And then he did. Well, actually no. He texted my house. And my mom picked up and the text got turned into words somehow and it said "Hey is this Alice?"

And my mom was all "That was wierd."

He was 6 foot 5. Dancing with him was a tad bit ridiculous. But I had a laugh because every so often he would spontaneously burst into the robot.


ok.

TRALALALALALA?

Resolution? ya right.

I don't make New Years Resolutions.
They are crap.

Face it, who actually follows through on them anyways? NO ONE.

Because they are just something people say they'll do so they for one moment make themselves believe they may actually do them. And then they don't. And then they say "o shit" and continue with their lives as though the resolution had never been made.

I am a tad bit angry at present. I am taking out my anger on new years resolutions, because guess where I spent my new years? At home, with my crazy family and some neighbours and my uncle and my cousin and my littlest brother's best friend's family.

I think my friends have abandoned me. I tried calling all of them multiple times on land-lines and cell phones and smoke signals and Morse code and telegraphs and Batman-type sky-lights (well, mostly just the first two things) to no avail. So, instead of spending new years eve with my friends getting loaded, I spent it with people in my house trying to get loaded as fast as possible so I could endure the evening.

There was really good food. And my uncle and I drank a whole bottle of wine. And I had beer and shots and so on and just kept drinking. So by the time midnight came along, I at least looked happy. And I halfway was, just bummed that my apparent friends had neglected to tell me what their plans were, even of they had of just called to say "don't bother waiting for us to call, 'cause we're all going to a party without you. Bye."

Which, incidentally, they did. They didn't call me, but I got an email from one of them tonight saying sorry (lie), I forgot you were coming home for new years (lie) and sorry, we went to a party without you because two of us were invited to it, and the other three are going as the plus ones (does that even make sense? 3 people as the plus ones for the 2 invited?). So, well.... ya. That sucks.

So I amused myself that night by being super witty. Or at least I thought I was being witty in my state of tipsiness. And I believe I told everyone that I was wearing red underwear. You know, for good luck and so on.




And to make a long story short, I have no new years resolution.