O my goodness. What's this I see?
A follower!? O hey, it's Luke. How long have I failed to notice this?
Now is there some sort of blogge etiquette that says I should follow back? Maybe eh...
Well, now that I have a follower, I am really feeling the pressure to write well....HAHA. Not. This is still just gonna be all the same old crap. So don't hold your breath, 'cause ya might pass out.
G'night.
Friday, February 27, 2009
a BIG blah blah blahhhh.
Hello.
My two favourite words (as of this moment) are:
Juxtaposed
Discombobulated
Yes that is pretty much the whole motive of this post.
And also to help me with patience, because I'm having great difficulty, so I'm distracting myself with writing this top-notch, definitely-not-a-waste-of-time post...
Did you know (well of course you didn't as that would be creeeeepy to the maxx) that I once played Macbeth in my drama class production of Macbeth? I did, and after that, playing dudes became a recurring theme in my dramatic career*. Anyways, the little sub-header on my blogge title is something Macbeth says as he weeps about his wife's suicide.
Just thought I'd say.
I can play a very convincing man, and I'm not sure how good of a thing that is...
And now for something completely different.
I got an A+ in a paper I got back today. I initially thought it was some sort of mean joke that the TA was playing on me, but apparently not. I really really don't understand how it got that mark, since I wrote it while simultaneously packing for California and cleaning my room.
Anyhoo. I am quite interested in what people's favourite words are these days. (Hint: leave a comment that says your favourite word(s). I apologize for my blatant pleas for comments. But not really.)
*HA.
My two favourite words (as of this moment) are:
Juxtaposed
Discombobulated
Yes that is pretty much the whole motive of this post.
And also to help me with patience, because I'm having great difficulty, so I'm distracting myself with writing this top-notch, definitely-not-a-waste-of-time post...
Did you know (well of course you didn't as that would be creeeeepy to the maxx) that I once played Macbeth in my drama class production of Macbeth? I did, and after that, playing dudes became a recurring theme in my dramatic career*. Anyways, the little sub-header on my blogge title is something Macbeth says as he weeps about his wife's suicide.
Just thought I'd say.
I can play a very convincing man, and I'm not sure how good of a thing that is...
And now for something completely different.
I got an A+ in a paper I got back today. I initially thought it was some sort of mean joke that the TA was playing on me, but apparently not. I really really don't understand how it got that mark, since I wrote it while simultaneously packing for California and cleaning my room.
Anyhoo. I am quite interested in what people's favourite words are these days. (Hint: leave a comment that says your favourite word(s). I apologize for my blatant pleas for comments. But not really.)
*HA.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Near death Experience
I was sitting today in my History lecture, when my prof, out of nowhere tries to kill me.
He said "Alright guys, so for the essay you have due next week-"
I'm sorry, WHAT? An essay? What the fuck...next week....next week I have about 17 other things due. I had no idea we even had an essay in this class.....shit....I think I'm having a heart attack.....what...?! There is shooting pain down my left arm....my sight is going dark....
'"-we have pushed back the due date to two weeks from next week."
O. Well then. Sweet.
And just like that, I was not dying. It was just a scare.
Extensions are better than an electric shock for stopping heart fibrillation.
He said "Alright guys, so for the essay you have due next week-"
I'm sorry, WHAT? An essay? What the fuck...next week....next week I have about 17 other things due. I had no idea we even had an essay in this class.....shit....I think I'm having a heart attack.....what...?! There is shooting pain down my left arm....my sight is going dark....
'"-we have pushed back the due date to two weeks from next week."
O. Well then. Sweet.
And just like that, I was not dying. It was just a scare.
Extensions are better than an electric shock for stopping heart fibrillation.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Patience is a virtue. And a bitch.
My cousin did a Goddess card reading on me. It's kinda like a Tarot card reading but not. There are Goddesses on the cards instead of the Lovers and the Hanged Man and Death and so on.
So, basically, I don't remember the specific goddesses on my cards, but I remember what the card meanings were.
I asked a question: "Will I find love in the next year? No wait, I mean three months....I'll give the goddesses a narrower time period so its easier...." Then I got three cards. One for the past, one for my present, and one for my future. My past one said something about having unconditional love once upon a time (well, it wasn't really unconditional now was it, if it was only in the past...). The present one said I need to be patient. And the future one said I will have prosperity, perhaps in the form of a windfall of money, so I'm hoping that doesn't mean someone is going to die (but it's likely not about money since my question was about falling in love).
Anyhoo. Yes I realize how hokey my question was, but isn't that what readings like that are for? Or course.
And I'm currently very focused on being patient. I don't like being patient, but I'm ver ver good at it. Sometimes. If I'm not drunk. Or hopped up on caffeine. But other than then, I am the image of patience.* I am being patient because I, despite my cynicism and all that, I want to have prosperity in love, and....well, these cards were quite fly looking with gold trim, so they must be trustworthy.
We'll just have to wait and see if patience will produce prosperity. I hope it does, or dammit, I'll never have patience again, and God help anyone around me at that point. There will be many bruised shins and stomped on toes.
Right then, I think it's time to sleep. bbye.
And remember kids, when life gives you lemons, make scrambled eggs.
*Note a slight exaggeration here.
So, basically, I don't remember the specific goddesses on my cards, but I remember what the card meanings were.
I asked a question: "Will I find love in the next year? No wait, I mean three months....I'll give the goddesses a narrower time period so its easier...." Then I got three cards. One for the past, one for my present, and one for my future. My past one said something about having unconditional love once upon a time (well, it wasn't really unconditional now was it, if it was only in the past...). The present one said I need to be patient. And the future one said I will have prosperity, perhaps in the form of a windfall of money, so I'm hoping that doesn't mean someone is going to die (but it's likely not about money since my question was about falling in love).
Anyhoo. Yes I realize how hokey my question was, but isn't that what readings like that are for? Or course.
And I'm currently very focused on being patient. I don't like being patient, but I'm ver ver good at it. Sometimes. If I'm not drunk. Or hopped up on caffeine. But other than then, I am the image of patience.* I am being patient because I, despite my cynicism and all that, I want to have prosperity in love, and....well, these cards were quite fly looking with gold trim, so they must be trustworthy.
We'll just have to wait and see if patience will produce prosperity. I hope it does, or dammit, I'll never have patience again, and God help anyone around me at that point. There will be many bruised shins and stomped on toes.
Right then, I think it's time to sleep. bbye.
And remember kids, when life gives you lemons, make scrambled eggs.
*Note a slight exaggeration here.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
What happens in Rome...?
I think I might not have bombed the test as badly as I thought I was going to, although I by no means knew everything on the mid-term.
As I suspected would happen, I couldn't keep all the names straight. Honestly though, what is the difference between Cicero and Crassus? (Well, actually, Crassus was a member of the first triumvirate with his pallies Caesar and Pompey...whom he hated, and Cicero was...a lawyer? ya. maybe. I think he defended a dude once who, if he was convicted, would have been shoved into a sack with an ape and a snake and some other critters and then thrown into the nearest river...gotta love them Romans) And who is Gaius and the other Gaius and are they related to the other Gaius? (Likely)
Ok, good night.
Have a phat Mardi Gras.
tehehe.
As I suspected would happen, I couldn't keep all the names straight. Honestly though, what is the difference between Cicero and Crassus? (Well, actually, Crassus was a member of the first triumvirate with his pallies Caesar and Pompey...whom he hated, and Cicero was...a lawyer? ya. maybe. I think he defended a dude once who, if he was convicted, would have been shoved into a sack with an ape and a snake and some other critters and then thrown into the nearest river...gotta love them Romans) And who is Gaius and the other Gaius and are they related to the other Gaius? (Likely)
Ok, good night.
Have a phat Mardi Gras.
tehehe.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Gosh darn it.
Today, I have a midterm which I will fail because I fell asleep while studying for it...well actually before studying. It is in Roman Civ. All the historical figures we learn about have 54 variations of their name, and EVERYONE is related/sleeping with everyone else/getting impregnated by a god. FML.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Lost Bags and Tanned legs (slightly)
They lost my bag.
Fucking airline left my bag in Chicago. And I want it back. It has a boatload of shot glasses in it to give to people. And Sees chocolate....delicious.
You'd think they would've had time to take my luggage from one airplane to the other, seeing as how we sat on the runway for an hour getting de-iced. This after I literally ran from one terminal to the next because I thought I was going to miss my connection. Well, I needn't have feared.
So now I'm back in Canada. Bagless, and cold. But last night I went over to a friend's house and had real beer. Not lite and not disgusting.
In California, I was positively boggled by the number of people who gave me blank stares when I told them where I was from. This is how the situation would often play out:
(Cousin introduces me to person)
Person: Nice to meet you. Where did you say you were from?
Me: O I'm from Ottawa.
Person: um. [confused look]
Me: .....it's in Canada....
Person: O! Canada! What's it like there?
Me: (In my mind I say o you know, snowy, I live in an igloo, etc.) Right now it's quite cold actually...
And on it goes. Seriously though, Ottawa is the capital of this country. Theeee country RIGHT above the States. In fact, Obama was in Ottawa chatting up our PM, discussing trade and what not, whilst I was chillin' in his homeland. Apparently, ignorance of Canada is not uncommon among Americans, even the allegedly educated journalists. It cracks me up, to a certain extent.
Some things are just inexcusably stupid though. Like when one dude asked if Ottawa was anywhere near UBC where his friend goes to school. No buddy. BC, as in British Columbia, is on the complete other side of the country. But sometimes I snowshoe there in July when the weather is only about -14 degrees Celsius. AND Please don't even ask me what that is in Fahrenheit, because that is a dumb system that makes no sense in my brain.
Another person was quite taken by the colourfulness of our money. They were reading the poem on the purple ten dollar bill and I told them it was our most famous war poem, In Flanders Fields, and they said "War? Canada was in a war?" HAHAHA. I laughed and said, "Yes, the first world war, the second, the current madness going down in Afghanistan, many others..." "So were you guys supporting us?" Umm....how to put this in a way that doesn't sound completely condesending and also like I think this person is seriously deprived of a proper history lesson? "Not exactly. We were on the same team...but in the second world war, we actually joined two years before you did..." This is not coming out right...
Whatever. The world history classes in America apparently leave out the "world" part. It's not this person's fault they don't know anything, it's the government's fault for constructing a crap curriculum.
That there was actually an accidental alliteration. So was that.
Anyhoo. All in all, I met some lovely people, and one person who is, no joke, the neat-o-est* person I've ever met. I wanna go back.
So, I'm pretty sure I'll never find adequate Mexican food near me anymore. Thems down in SoCal really know how to make the shit out of that stuff. It's bomb.
And I tanned. I just could not tell while I was there.
The End. But not really.
*Neat-o-est means a mix of cool, delightful, and wicked-awesome. Interpret it as you wish, it doesn't really matter.
Fucking airline left my bag in Chicago. And I want it back. It has a boatload of shot glasses in it to give to people. And Sees chocolate....delicious.
You'd think they would've had time to take my luggage from one airplane to the other, seeing as how we sat on the runway for an hour getting de-iced. This after I literally ran from one terminal to the next because I thought I was going to miss my connection. Well, I needn't have feared.
So now I'm back in Canada. Bagless, and cold. But last night I went over to a friend's house and had real beer. Not lite and not disgusting.
In California, I was positively boggled by the number of people who gave me blank stares when I told them where I was from. This is how the situation would often play out:
(Cousin introduces me to person)
Person: Nice to meet you. Where did you say you were from?
Me: O I'm from Ottawa.
Person: um. [confused look]
Me: .....it's in Canada....
Person: O! Canada! What's it like there?
Me: (In my mind I say o you know, snowy, I live in an igloo, etc.) Right now it's quite cold actually...
And on it goes. Seriously though, Ottawa is the capital of this country. Theeee country RIGHT above the States. In fact, Obama was in Ottawa chatting up our PM, discussing trade and what not, whilst I was chillin' in his homeland. Apparently, ignorance of Canada is not uncommon among Americans, even the allegedly educated journalists. It cracks me up, to a certain extent.
Some things are just inexcusably stupid though. Like when one dude asked if Ottawa was anywhere near UBC where his friend goes to school. No buddy. BC, as in British Columbia, is on the complete other side of the country. But sometimes I snowshoe there in July when the weather is only about -14 degrees Celsius. AND Please don't even ask me what that is in Fahrenheit, because that is a dumb system that makes no sense in my brain.
Another person was quite taken by the colourfulness of our money. They were reading the poem on the purple ten dollar bill and I told them it was our most famous war poem, In Flanders Fields, and they said "War? Canada was in a war?" HAHAHA. I laughed and said, "Yes, the first world war, the second, the current madness going down in Afghanistan, many others..." "So were you guys supporting us?" Umm....how to put this in a way that doesn't sound completely condesending and also like I think this person is seriously deprived of a proper history lesson? "Not exactly. We were on the same team...but in the second world war, we actually joined two years before you did..." This is not coming out right...
Whatever. The world history classes in America apparently leave out the "world" part. It's not this person's fault they don't know anything, it's the government's fault for constructing a crap curriculum.
That there was actually an accidental alliteration. So was that.
Anyhoo. All in all, I met some lovely people, and one person who is, no joke, the neat-o-est* person I've ever met. I wanna go back.
So, I'm pretty sure I'll never find adequate Mexican food near me anymore. Thems down in SoCal really know how to make the shit out of that stuff. It's bomb.
And I tanned. I just could not tell while I was there.
The End. But not really.
*Neat-o-est means a mix of cool, delightful, and wicked-awesome. Interpret it as you wish, it doesn't really matter.
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