Wowsa I honestly do not remember writing that previous post. I must have been on a serious caffeine high.
Anyway. 20 10 is shaping up to maybe - but I don't wanna jinx it - perhaps, tentatively be wickedly better than '09. Or '08 for that matter. I think this may have something to do with me finally learning how to be a human being. And I don't mean conforming, I just mean I've learned to be me, a person, in my way.
And because of that, I be myself, around people. Around other humans.... It's a good time.
It's a really good time, actually.
I think I may be in love.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Hey you. Ya. You.
Dear Life,
Stop getting in the way of my blogge posting. My fans (choke. cynical cackle) would greatly appreciate it.
Thank you and warm regards,
NotAlice
Stop getting in the way of my blogge posting. My fans (choke. cynical cackle) would greatly appreciate it.
Thank you and warm regards,
NotAlice
Thursday, January 14, 2010
F-f-f-fuck it's c-c-cold.
The whole university is an ice box. What is this?
Either they've not paid their heating bills or I for some reason am feeling the cold more than usual.
Come to think of it, my house seems colder too.
Geez nobody is paying their bills these days.
Either they've not paid their heating bills or I for some reason am feeling the cold more than usual.
Come to think of it, my house seems colder too.
Geez nobody is paying their bills these days.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
At the stroke of midnight, my carriage turned into a bus.
Hello world! Happy Christmas and merry merry New Year to all! It is twenty ten [note: NOT two thousand and ten.... imagine how much of your life would be wasted saying all those extra syllables. Don't do it, it ain't worth it] in case you have been asleep for the past three days. Which I don't doubt some people have been doing.
Like one girl I spent New Years with. If I was her, I'd sleep for a long time. It takes a lot of energy to puke as much as she did.
And on that note, guess where I was on the stroke of midnight? Not where I was supposed to be, I'll tell you that....
I was in a shopping mall hallway,* in front of a bench containing a very very severely drunk girl propped up between two somewhat intoxicated guys and a girl fervently trying to keep el drunko awake by reciting to her eight years worth of stories about their friendship. Next to me stood the only completely sober person among us, with a scowl on her face, looking thoroughly unimpressed. Somewhere in the background was a random high school girl who, unlike the other people prowling about the halls, seemed drawn to our predicament, and despite the puke, felt she should pitch in by offering us a band aid and saying how cool our names were. She also fetched toilet paper. She was a very nice person.
So that's where I was, my unused new years club party ticket folded in my pocket, where it shall remain forever reminding me of the wasted $25 I spent on it. Bumms.
It could have been worse, we could have still been in the washroom at midnight, sitting on the vomit covered floor with drunk girl, but we managed to hoist her out of there with ten minutes to spare. But only after she managed to keel over like a piece of timber, bringing one of the people holding her up crashing to the floor with her. And only after she'd banged her head several times on the faucet, turned the motion sensor tap on with her arm, spraying me with a faceful of water, and tore her tights in many places.
None of us had a clock with a second hand on it, so when my cell phone said 11:59, we waited a bit and tried to do a count down from ten, but it was still 11:59 when we got to 1. So we just waited another 17 seconds and screamed "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" and hugged everyone who didn't have bile on them.
Don't get me wrong, I did have fun. Though it involved a lot less dancing and a lot more regurgitated food than I had anticipated.
The sad thing (not the only one, obviously) is, all the drunkeness was caused by her pre-drink. We got her all the way downtown only to turn around and get a bus back home. And another sad thing is I just met the girl that night and I'm afraid she thinks I hate her now, which I don't... in fact she made an excellent first impression until her slurred words turned into passing out. And even then, I was laughing most of the time anyhow.
I have to say though, the most disappointing part of the whole night was after we got back to the house and I went with the boys to the 24 hour McDick's and it was closed. I was craving nuggets soooo bad. It even had a neon "Open" sign turned on in the window, just to make us even more pissed and confused.
Yup. I was forced to settle for chips from the gas station.
I also made sangria before we left for the club. It was o so tasty.
Later gator.
*The hallways stay open to link two major bus stops together.
Like one girl I spent New Years with. If I was her, I'd sleep for a long time. It takes a lot of energy to puke as much as she did.
And on that note, guess where I was on the stroke of midnight? Not where I was supposed to be, I'll tell you that....
I was in a shopping mall hallway,* in front of a bench containing a very very severely drunk girl propped up between two somewhat intoxicated guys and a girl fervently trying to keep el drunko awake by reciting to her eight years worth of stories about their friendship. Next to me stood the only completely sober person among us, with a scowl on her face, looking thoroughly unimpressed. Somewhere in the background was a random high school girl who, unlike the other people prowling about the halls, seemed drawn to our predicament, and despite the puke, felt she should pitch in by offering us a band aid and saying how cool our names were. She also fetched toilet paper. She was a very nice person.
So that's where I was, my unused new years club party ticket folded in my pocket, where it shall remain forever reminding me of the wasted $25 I spent on it. Bumms.
It could have been worse, we could have still been in the washroom at midnight, sitting on the vomit covered floor with drunk girl, but we managed to hoist her out of there with ten minutes to spare. But only after she managed to keel over like a piece of timber, bringing one of the people holding her up crashing to the floor with her. And only after she'd banged her head several times on the faucet, turned the motion sensor tap on with her arm, spraying me with a faceful of water, and tore her tights in many places.
None of us had a clock with a second hand on it, so when my cell phone said 11:59, we waited a bit and tried to do a count down from ten, but it was still 11:59 when we got to 1. So we just waited another 17 seconds and screamed "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" and hugged everyone who didn't have bile on them.
Don't get me wrong, I did have fun. Though it involved a lot less dancing and a lot more regurgitated food than I had anticipated.
The sad thing (not the only one, obviously) is, all the drunkeness was caused by her pre-drink. We got her all the way downtown only to turn around and get a bus back home. And another sad thing is I just met the girl that night and I'm afraid she thinks I hate her now, which I don't... in fact she made an excellent first impression until her slurred words turned into passing out. And even then, I was laughing most of the time anyhow.
I have to say though, the most disappointing part of the whole night was after we got back to the house and I went with the boys to the 24 hour McDick's and it was closed. I was craving nuggets soooo bad. It even had a neon "Open" sign turned on in the window, just to make us even more pissed and confused.
Yup. I was forced to settle for chips from the gas station.
I also made sangria before we left for the club. It was o so tasty.
Later gator.
*The hallways stay open to link two major bus stops together.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Things!
If I was a disembodied voice I would be Morgan Freeman's voice.
Hello, it's the voice of God. No contest.
The days are all melding together in a cough riddled haze. I finished exams and WHAM - sickness. Uggghhh!
Hello, it's the voice of God. No contest.
The days are all melding together in a cough riddled haze. I finished exams and WHAM - sickness. Uggghhh!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
DONE and fire alarms.
My semester is ovvvaaaahhhh.
Glory be.
I think - I'm not sure, but I think - I may have wrecked my last exam (Europe: 1917-1922). Wrecked as in answered the questions right for the most part and in a way that will blow my jerk professor away with their brilliantness.
That or I wrote a bizzillion pages of bullshit. I dunno.
Well, whether I rocked it, or whether I somehow rewrote the history of the Russian Revolution, the exam period itself was eventful. Halfway in, the fire alarm went off.
Maybe it was that everyone was really into their exams, maybe it was the fact that it was -20something degrees Celsius outside, maybe it was because the proctors were just staring at us not knowing what to do, or maybe it was because everyone's brains were fried from all the studyage they'd been doing, but no one really moved. A thousand students sat and blinked dumbly wondering what to do. Then few stood. And then some proctors started telling people to sit back down. Then we all sat.
And five minutes later, with the alarm still going off, everyone stood up and went outside.
There was no fire. There was probably just some asshole who got into his math exam and realized that he knew nothing. If he was ever found, failing the exam would be the least of his worries.
After being let back in, the alarm continued for another 15 ear murdering minutes. A collective sigh and round of applause accompanied its silence.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
This is the exact reason I stopped wanting to be a surgeon. Damn invisible patients.
Interesting note: Invisible people's blood turns visible once it leaves the body. It's an oxygen thing.
Glory be.
I think - I'm not sure, but I think - I may have wrecked my last exam (Europe: 1917-1922). Wrecked as in answered the questions right for the most part and in a way that will blow my jerk professor away with their brilliantness.
That or I wrote a bizzillion pages of bullshit. I dunno.
Well, whether I rocked it, or whether I somehow rewrote the history of the Russian Revolution, the exam period itself was eventful. Halfway in, the fire alarm went off.
Maybe it was that everyone was really into their exams, maybe it was the fact that it was -20something degrees Celsius outside, maybe it was because the proctors were just staring at us not knowing what to do, or maybe it was because everyone's brains were fried from all the studyage they'd been doing, but no one really moved. A thousand students sat and blinked dumbly wondering what to do. Then few stood. And then some proctors started telling people to sit back down. Then we all sat.
And five minutes later, with the alarm still going off, everyone stood up and went outside.
There was no fire. There was probably just some asshole who got into his math exam and realized that he knew nothing. If he was ever found, failing the exam would be the least of his worries.
After being let back in, the alarm continued for another 15 ear murdering minutes. A collective sigh and round of applause accompanied its silence.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
Interesting note: Invisible people's blood turns visible once it leaves the body. It's an oxygen thing.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
bbbbbbbeeeeeeeetttttttaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Iodine 131 is a radioisotope of iodine and has a half life of 8.02 days.
And tomorrow (actually later today I suppose) my mum is going to be ingesting some so it can tear through her body and obliterate any remaining pieces of thyroid that happened to have gotten a firm grip on the inside of her body when the surgeon went in and yanked the whole thing out.
I'm going to have a radioactive mother. Crazy.
In preparation for this treatment, she has had to cut iodized salt out of her diet (which is really hard given that salt is apparently in EVERYTHING), among other things. Like chocolate, which I have a feeling was harder for her to give up than the salt.
Anyways, she has to go off and live in isolation for a few days so she doesn't turn us all into glowing green people with flippers. But the stupid thing is, the hospital, where she is getting the treatment (called ablation), and which is equipped to handle radioactive people, refuses to even keep her there for a day. So instead she gets sent out into the world to share her beta particles and gamma rays with everyone.
When they say health care for all, they damn well mean it. Iodine 131 for all!
It's a good thing she is a responsible human, and hiding herself in an empty apartment for a week. Otherwise, who knows how many people could get Chernobyled?
It is especially important that she not be around me or my brothers, since (irony) radiation causes thyroid cancer, and it is also familial! Yipppppy.
Ok, well, I'm off to go pretend to study some more.
ps. The treatment is called ablation. Not the hospital.
pps. But don't you think that would be a cool name for a hospital? Ablation Hospital. "AH!" for short. Same thing people say when they find out they need to go there.
And tomorrow (actually later today I suppose) my mum is going to be ingesting some so it can tear through her body and obliterate any remaining pieces of thyroid that happened to have gotten a firm grip on the inside of her body when the surgeon went in and yanked the whole thing out.
I'm going to have a radioactive mother. Crazy.
In preparation for this treatment, she has had to cut iodized salt out of her diet (which is really hard given that salt is apparently in EVERYTHING), among other things. Like chocolate, which I have a feeling was harder for her to give up than the salt.
Anyways, she has to go off and live in isolation for a few days so she doesn't turn us all into glowing green people with flippers. But the stupid thing is, the hospital, where she is getting the treatment (called ablation), and which is equipped to handle radioactive people, refuses to even keep her there for a day. So instead she gets sent out into the world to share her beta particles and gamma rays with everyone.
When they say health care for all, they damn well mean it. Iodine 131 for all!
It's a good thing she is a responsible human, and hiding herself in an empty apartment for a week. Otherwise, who knows how many people could get Chernobyled?
It is especially important that she not be around me or my brothers, since (irony) radiation causes thyroid cancer, and it is also familial! Yipppppy.
Ok, well, I'm off to go pretend to study some more.
ps. The treatment is called ablation. Not the hospital.
pps. But don't you think that would be a cool name for a hospital? Ablation Hospital. "AH!" for short. Same thing people say when they find out they need to go there.
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