Aphrodite: goddess of love (not that kind of love) or Whiterock has the most sun per capita or..

well, shambhala was a fun time. i wore an fluorescent orange bathing suit, got to visit my grandparents on the way there, which is always a nice, relaxing time. My grandma provided us with enough food for pretty much the entire journey, along with sunscreen, washclothes, socks and gatorade (which is btw the best hangover cure ever, not that I would need that)) Thanks granny!

I got to see my cousin, who, during the 43 minutes we were in the same room, managed to call me a bad word based on one of the shirts I own, and make fun of my favourite beer, using a derogatory racial slur. He really doesn't waste any time, that boy. My grandpa reassured me that you can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family! If I could pick my family, I'd probably pick my grandparents though..

I got spend time with some buds, and learn about British Columbian geography. Most importantly, I learned that I am able to put an entire package of gum in my mouth, and chew it, and talk!
It's a fun time, (the pack of gum in your mouth) if anybody is interested in fun. It can be pretty painful.. especially when you're doing this with pepper-mint gum. Kind of a burning in your mouth. But that's just the price you gotta pay for fun I guess. Probably better than cinnamon. I think bubble gum would be impossible, though. Just too big, ya know?

I met some weirdo from Whiterock BC who told me that Whiterock has the most sun per capita. Do you think per capita sun really means anything? It's not like you get less sun when you're around more people, right? Mexico city is probably pretty sunny, but if you take into consideration that they have 20 milion people, one might be pretty confused by the numbers.. like is "hey, is this northern Finland?" NO! just Mex. city.

Now I'd like to bring everybody's attention to Scottish people..
So, I always felt bad for men cause they could never experience the purest bliss known to humankind, ie wearing a skirt. They were stuck with those silly gender specific clothing choices.. like pants. and shorts. only women could take part in such wondrous experiences.. this is what ignorant old me thought.. until I met Scottish men! THey wear kilts! they know what's going on, up, down, ya know. All the others, I'm not so sure.

Also, the second greatest experience known to human kind: carrying a purse. Guys have to use pockets! what a shame. Except the scotsmen once again rise above the heap. They have purses attached to their kilt belt thingys.! GEnIUS! they can now carry around lipstick and cigarettes, even if they don't wear lipstick or smoke, that's really not the point at all, is it?

Good thing I got that Scottish bit off my chest.

Lately I've been a little stressed, for a variety of reasons, most of which are too boring, etc to write about. Most of them are things that are out of my control (as most things are, what a coincidence) and all I can do is be patient, which I am terrible at doing. Although I am learning....

One thing I'm excited about is my roomate is moving in soon, I'm done my job soon, and looking outside, it'll be winter soon. This is exciting cause I get to pull out my scarf collection!!!

jenn got a strange hunch-back.. must have been from the lake water,..??

Originally uploaded by The Tao of Steve.

we didn't do anything wrong

Originally uploaded by The Tao of Steve.

I can't see why that would matter.

I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory yesterday and it was great!! I loved Johnny Depp. I think he's pretty much the same character in Fear and Loathing in las Vegas, Pirates of the Carribean and this movie, just different time and place.... just that pause before he reacts and/or says anything.... like he's always in his own magical little world, (world of infinate drugs, treasure or candy, depending on the movie)

I loved all the dancing, too. It reminded me of synchronized skating. And the chocolate waterfall!? Like the chocolate fountain that Galya and I found in Toronto. It was at a going away party for this priest who we didn't know.. but it was in the same building we were staying in.. and Lena and Paul (who lived in the building) assured us that nobody could tell we weren't catholic (although I thought we stood out... my constant cursing and Galya and her Orthodox accent.., but whatever..), and we could stand by the fountain all night in awe. Chocolate is the best supper ever.

I didn't look at my watch once throughout, which is very strange for me. Normally I don't have enough patience to sit in the same spot for 2 hrs.. Plus I had a free pass to get in, so really, it was perfect.

Somebody has been reassuring me lately that I'm seriously flawed, because I've never once done the following things:
- watched/read Harry Potter..
- watched any of the Star Wars movies.. apparantly there's like 6?
- watched pornography of any kind.

He claims the problems stemming from my inadequate cultural experiences include not getting all the related jokes. "Amy, you're missing out!" Well, it's true, I am missing out. I hate to be the bearer of bad news here, but we're all missing out on something.....what are you missing out on, huh???

Do Make Say Think

Monday, August 1, 2005. Civic Holiday for everybody. Not for us, though. I looked it up in the company policies.. and this day is not a holiday. To make it up to us, our boss will take us all swimming at lunch. I guess that's acceptable..

This morning, I decided to do something completely crazy, and eat breakfast! I went to pull out some jam from the fridge (seemed like a realistic goal at the time) and while grabbing the jam, I managed to knock out 2 beer bottles and a bottle of salad dressing. So, if you ever need to throw up in the future, I recommend mixing very garlicky salad dressing with 2 bottles of Corona. Add some glass in there so you can get little cuts and you're ready for anything. So now my house reeks like this concoction I just described. . . i ignored the mess for awhile hoping it would disappear, but.. eventually i had to clean it up. I opened all my windows to hopefully help with the smell.. so probably when i get home all my stuff will be gone.. when i say "all my stuff" i mean a stereo and a blender.. my most expensive posessions..

I had my work computer with me on the weekend, and I thought I should take the bus cause my computer's kinda heavy for my bike. Plus I had my swimming stuff... so I go out to wait for the bus.. and soon realized that today's a holiday!!!!!! there were no busses.. well not my bus anyways.. and there were even very few cars. So I hauled my butt back home, re-packed my stuff and headed out again, on my bike. (my mom gave me her bike btw, as mine is officially missing) I made it to work, and all the parking lots around here are empty. Cause nobody is working, man! It's a holiday? Did I mention that? I wanna go swimming right now!

(Even the light in the fish tank is out which means even the office fish have a holiday!)

I went canoeing yesterday with my parents and one of my brothers. We started in Devon, and went all the way to Emily Murphy Park. It was really cool to see Edmonton, as if I was part of the river. (how post-modern.. tee hee)
anyways I saw the big bridge on 23rd Ave.. which has no roads leading to it yet, and I discovered that there's a pedestrian bridge between Hawrlak park (spelling?) and Laurier Park (I think) This could be useful for the future. My brother and I pretended that we were coureurs de bois and we tried to scare all the seagulls (or rivergulls as I like to call them)
I got a weird sun-burn. Pretty much half of my lower arm is bright red, and the rest is.. well the normal colour of my skin.

I'm really upset (well, i'm exagerrated.. kind of upset.. maybe not even upset..more like slightly disappointed) that I missed Fred Everything. He played at Y, and I wasn't up for an all nighter before coming to work.. although I probably would have been just as effective on 0 hrs. of sleep as I am now. I hear he's coming to Calgary on Labour Day weekend. Only 300km away. I could ride my bike!

LIES! LIES! (coming to edmonton Oct. 4) (THI) trust in humanity index

I had a nice weekend. Friday night, I went out to Jenn's cabin, along with some other crazy kids. BOoze and Balderdash.. the 2 B's of fun, let me tell ya. My favourite was Jenn's definition of the word stallko:

"stallko, as in Elvis Stallko, world figure skating champion, sorry about my speech impediment."

I'm very intruiged/frightened/entertained by a movie that's coming out called "the devil's rejects." I have no idea what it's about, but I want to see it just cause I'm curious. What could you possibly do that would earn you a the rejection stamp from the devil? You'd think that as the severity of your cruel deeds increases, so would the devil's admiration of you.
Rob Zombie will have to teach me a thing or two. The music mastermind already taught me about digging through ditches, and burn through witches. did he change his last name to zombie or is that just one of those weird coincidences that adds texture and meaning to our lives?

in other boring news,
some jerk stole my bike last week, my Trust in humanity index is declining steadily.

i went to the tortoise concert yesterday, and it was loud and entertaining. the music's not really my "sound" but the band was entertaining to watch. I've never seen a drummer sweat so much. drugs? enthusiiam? lack of oxygen of stage? not sure, but he was into it.

I hung out with my dad a bit this weekend which I enjoyed. He took me for breakfast, and I wasn't even hung over so I could have a conversation with him!

I discovered somthing very fun at Jenn's cabin -- swimming in a lake in the dark when it's raining. along with seadoing in the dark in a lake when it's raining. except the rain hurts your face. I guess that's the price you have to pay..

and one last thing!!!- Broken Social Scene---CHECK THIS OUT IT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE.. or something..

Ryan, aka intergalactic tracksuitman

Ryan, aka intergalactic tracksuitman.
Originally uploaded by maladiets.

one of the dudes passing by. does anybody know where I could get a tracksuit like that? he says it even makes him run faster!

änna and aimers at motion notion

änna and aimers at motion notion
Originally uploaded by maladiets.

Poor Little Rich Boy

So, it's wednesday, that day in the middle of the week.. you all know what I'm talking about. We just had a staff meeting, so my fun-quota has been reached for this week.. possibly month..

I am a pretty happy camper (although i'm not camping) today because I received an awesome package in the mail with a shirt that says: "In Soviet Russia, shirt wears you" which i think is very appropriate for a shirt. It came from this really cool girl named Tessa ( I think) But I'm a bit confused about how the package came from Toronto and she lives in Vancouver. How'd she do that?

On the topic of the Soviet Russia, this guy I know named Fox recommended Regina Spektor's album Soviet Kitsch, and it is pretty good. I've been listening to it today. Along with Roisin Murphy, who is the singer from Moloko. And how does this relate to the Soviet Union? Well, Moloko is the Russian word for milk. And I bought the Moloko album while I was in Russia.. see how this is all connected?

Now let's jump past Soviet Russia and onto modern Russia. Apparantly (so I hear) all boys there have to go to the army for 2 years! like 720 days! The only way to get out is if you pay a doctor to get a note (it's a pretty expensive note) or somebody else that knows somebody else who can scratch your name off the list or you go to a University that offers military courses.. which somehow replace military duty.. or if you don't have a penis.. you're automatically disqualified.

Sorry to state the obvious here, but this is not fair. If you don't have money, you are under-fed, under-sexed, under-payed and physically abused for 2 years. And by the time you're out, you can't get into school cause you're too old, and you need to recover from the 2 years of physical emotional and alcohol abuse. Women don't have to do this, cause they gotta make babies who will grow up and join the army ... see how this is all connected? me neither.

and.. to leave this post on a happy note.. I will put up a picture.

all it takes is the flaxmachine...

all it takes is the flaxmachine...
Originally uploaded by AKey.

Thank you to the wacky folks at motion notion, and of course the flaxmachine for letting me have as much fun as I did.

Real time vs. Night time

A few weeks ago, I was looking at the free postcards/advertisements that are available at a local pub while I was sipping my beer. And some dude approached me and said.. "that postcard you're looking at? I was involved in the photo shoot," and I was like (sarcastically) "oh wow cool" and my drinking partner was like "we should send you one of these postcards" and then he wrote his adress on it.. and I wrote a little beer influenced scribble and put a stamp on it.

Then his friend came over, and I thought it was only fair if he got one too. So, another scribble on that one. Throw a stamp on it. Pretty simple. Innocent fun.. the kind I like best.

Then the next week, same place, same time, they were like "we got out postcards in the mail, thanks so much, we thought you were joking! It's so strange that people do something in "real time" that they say they're going to do in "drinking time" "who does that?" They introduced me to one of their friends as "the nice girl who sent them postcards", and after talking to this friend for awhile, after the 2 dudes left, he leans over and say: "do I get a postcard?" How could I say no? So he got a postcard too.

Basically, I just really like postcards. It's like a picture, and a letter combined into one. I have a bit of a collection of postcards.. I didn't think there could be any negative consequences as a result of my postcard writing.

Then last night, i met the 2 original postcard receivers.. and they started warning people about me. They had talked to their friend, and found out that I send him a postcard too. (he told the story as if I was just dying to send him a postard..) Here they thought they were special, then they came to the conclusion that I'd send out these postcards to everybody and their dog. (if dogs could read, i would send them postards too but that's besides the point)

So, now for the sad part.. I have been dubbed the post-card slut...

You try to be honest and do something nice, and before you can say (or spell) missasauga, you're a postcard slut.

what a world..

sincerely,
amy, the postcard slut

PS If you want a postcard, just give me your address (preferably whisper it in my ear or write it on a used coaster) (with postal code) and I'll do what I do best..

YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM THE TRUTH CAUSE THE TRUTH IS ALL THERE IS

HMMMMM MMMM mmmmm
wanna know what's a bad idea? eating a chocolate bar for lunch. Learn from my experience of today. Don't do it..
I'm a bit jittery.. and sick. bad combination.

yesterday i went for a bikeride in the rain with my good pal Cyborg the hydrobeast. Oh wait, that's a lie Cyborg didn't make it out... let me try again. Yesterday I went for a bikeride with Jenn. It started raining, which made it seem like we were riding through a sprinkler. it was so surreal.. and stuff..

Then, the most amazing thing happened. I've finally found the yoghurt of my dreams. I was considering immigrating to Germany because they have the best yoghurt ever. We don't have anything close.. or so I thought.. until it spoke to me in all it's glory from the yoghurt fridge... it's pear flavored.. and each bite tastes like western european subsidized dairy farmer creamy goodness..(even though it probably isn't) so looks like immigration plans are on the back burner. ja ja vielleicht später, aber wenn Anna hier bleibt, was soll ich dann in Deutschland tun?

What happened before that? I had an nice weekend I think. I got a great sunburn, hung out with some "good people" (whatever that means..) some R-blading and I tried S-boarding and fell off the skateboard and it's a good thing i didn't try rollerblading and skateboarding at the same time. I heard it's hard. Maybe even impossible, i'll get back to you on that.

Some "good people" gave me a questionable tattoo on my leg (don't worry grandpa, it was on a felt pen tattoo) .. i call it: Giant stick man and his Funky Monkey meets.. Pakman....? by the way, Funky Monkey is the best show in the universe! (i think I would know..)

so now it's time to .. "work" WHAT? mm. i better keep writing. crap.. i need something to write about.. hmmm..

oh yeah, this relates to 2 prior topics i dont' even need a seguay! .. Yoghurt and Sunburns. 2 very clever women informed me that yoghurt is one of the best moisturizrs..and you should put it on sunburns.. so i did just that. I wandered around my apartment in a partial bathing suit .. covered in plain 3.5% fat yoghurt. It was awesome. This is why living alone has serious perks (although cool roomies probably wouldn't have minded my weird behaviour) I could hear my neighbors whispering.. "did you see the tenant covering herself in yoghurt? oh yeah, you mean the who stacks up lawn chairs and tries to climbs through he window at 3am? fersure.. yeah, with a she's got a pornographic pakman tattoo, yeah we should... keep her away from our babies?!.."

I THINK I WANT TO WAK WAK . Wak wak means throw up in Nepali, in case anybody was wondering how to say throw up in Nepali. and by throw up, I mean vomit, not like throw a ball up into the sky..

oh wow, did you hear what happened? it's terrible!

the day between sunday and tuesday

well i feel i should tell a story about that day in the past.. some call it the day between sunday and tuesday, but i just call it monday, it's much easier.
so i was riding my bike to work. it's a new thing for me. (take the commuter's challenge!! WHOO) and.. well. half way there, there's this giant piece of glass that conveniently wedged itself into my tire and I hear this sound.. like a deflating tire.. and then i realize that my tire is flat. I tried to ignore this small obstacle and keep going, but people passing in cars pointed at me and laughed..
and then pedestrians are like "you're tire is a little low!" and I was like "a little low? there's absolutely no air in it! don't talk to me anymore unless you have something helpful to contribute." I took the glass out and kept it. Maybe I'll make it into a necklace.

Then I went to work and that 8 hrs. was a bit of a blur. I'm sure lots of exciting things happened, i just can't remember.

Then I took the bus home (my bike is out of order as of that morning) to find Tessa who made corn on the cob, which is the best summer meal ever! and we ate outside on the balcony and watched weirdo's. Then we strolled across the bridge to have an enjoyable evening at the Black Dog, where I bumped into a girl from high school i hadn't seen forever.. who has a recent tattoo across her chest that says "be true to yourself" or something along those lines. This is a tattoo i approve us. totally original, totally meaningful, and in an uncommon spot. Then I saw Peter, who a few days ago I was thinking about.. something like.. "I wonder if Peter died.. he should be back from Sweden by now." and sure enough, he's alive and well, so no need to keep worrying about that.

And then, we returned home .. to realize that neither of us had a key to get in. My roomate moved out 3 days ago, and not once while he was sleeping inside had I forgot a key. But once he left! Time to lock the keys inside. So Tessa did some constructive panicking, I did some unconsructive laughing.. we tried to wake up several people who could have helped.. to no avail. I tried to climb in the window.. but I'm too short.. if I were spiderman, I wouldn't have had any trouble. Eventually, we woke up the building manager and he came with a ladder.. and I climed up and jumped in headfirst.. it was kinda fun. Except the bruises. Luckily there was a bed there to soften the landing. We made it inside. Alive and well. All's well that end's well, right?

I had a great visit with Tessa, and I love the Schwarze Hund, perro negro, chien noir, chiorny piez, etc.

it seems somebody has some intereting perspectives (sarcasm font) on the whole living forever thing that I mentioned before.. the one the nice Jehova's Witness brought up..

Question: If you could live forever, would you and why?
Answer: “ I would not live forever! , because we should not live forever, because if we were supposed to live forever, then we would live forever, but we cannot live forever, which is why I would not live forever”.
Miss Alabama in the 1994 Miss USA contest.

Ah, it gets better.. let's play a game called "name what's wrong with our society" I'll start.. with the help of some famous people..

“We’ve got to pause and ask ourselves: How much clean air do we need?”
Lee Iaccocca

“We don’t necessarily discriminate. WE simply exclude certain types of people.”
Colonel Gerald Wellman, ROTC Instructor

“Smoking kills. If you’re killed, you’ve lost a very important part of your life.”
Brooke Shields, during an interview to become spokesperson for federal anti-smoking campaign.
(wow, that was profound, I think I'll quit smoking now (sarcasm font))

"So yeah.. do not attribute to malice what can merely be explained by stupidity". Sometimes I wish there were more smart malicious people around.

It's all Gone Pete Tong

I went to It's All Gone Pete Tong yesterday.. It was really good. Good enough to write about it here.

It's set in Ibiza, which is a beautiful party island, i gotta say i enjoy the international locales for movies and otherwise..

There was dance music everywhere!!

There were some austrian dudes who spoke german! (whether or not there's some german that I actually understand somehow incorporated into the movie usually makes it or breaks it for me.. and they interviewed Paul Van Dyk briefly, who is um basically awesome and he's from germany.. but he was speaking english, with a german accent..so that counts for something i think)

It's about a very famous very popular very rich very drug addicted dj who eventually ends up completely losing his hearing.. it shows him making it big, then going deaf and denying it, the wife leaving him problem, the nobody wanting to talk to him cause he was suddenly useless problem, then some (aka a huge amount) of trouble coping with it.. and then his come-back.. which I didn't actually expect, I mean I kind of assumed he wouldn't ever have a come-back.. a deaf dj? give me a break.

So, in the end (sorry to ruin it) you kind of get the feeling that this guy is actually better off having gone deaf. And I'll admit that I have a soft spot for stories where something completely horifying happens and something good arises from it.. (at least that's how they made it seem in the movie... and the movie must be the truth.. cause it was based on the truth, right?)

JA JA DAS IST GUT!!

No more Karma Chameleon!

No more Karma Chameleon!
Originally uploaded by maladiets.

It's all Gone Pete Tong

Yesterday i didn't have to come to work, because I was at Multicultural Day sitting at a table for Canada World Youth watching the zombies without any fashion sense scurry through on their coffee breaks.. I had to talk about how great Canada World Youth is, and how everybody should do it, and sing! and dance! And I even met some guy who went to Charlottetown, and we had a good chat about the advanced recycling system and the McLobsters and island directions.. (turn right at Doctor McLeod's house.. and hang a left on the corner where Billy's dog died.. .. but there's no sign on the doctor's house.. oh it's cause Dr. McLeod died 36 years ago....basically if you haven't lived there for the past 154 yrs, you have no way of understanding directions. Luckily the island is only 7 km across and has 1 set of lights.._)

Anyways, Tuesday nights.. the night to win a bike at the perro negro. It's harder than it looks.

Last week, I met this dude (he assured me he wasn't a deadbeat and he was VERY sincere.. so all I really know about him is that he is a deadbeat and he's insincere) well anyways this dude was walking down Whyte ave a few weeks ago and the next thing he remembers was being in a hospital. He apparantly passed out and doesn't remember anything between.. and some guy came up to him at the pero negro and was like "oh man! you were the guy passed out on the sidewalks for a LONG time and NOBODY helped you! Nobody.. not one person.. eventually a bus driver called an ambulance.. but you were there for quite awhile." and then this insincere deabeat was like "what? a long time? nobody helped? why didn' t you help? you obviously saw the whole thing happen!".. he was pretty distraught. He says he didn't look homeless that day, and he could have died you know? and nobody would have cared enough to go and see if he was okay.. it's quite alarming really.. I like to think I would have helped him, but deep down I know I probably wouldn't have cared either..

In non-people being dead on the inside news, TEssa is coming to town! Like Santa, but less beard, and no song.. although I guess we could make one. I haven't seen her in 11 months.. and it seems like yesterday. This is all very exciting.

What's a seg weigh? ten pounds.

Okay, more people being dead on the inside news.. THE Edmonton Sun--what's up? there's a box near my house, and I always read the headlines. I've come to the conclusion that they ALWAYS have one of the following words in them:
KILL, RAPE, DEAD, DEATH, MURDER, SEX, RAPE, ASSAULT, SEXUAL ASSAULT, HOCKEY, KILLED, BURNT ALIVE, ACCIDENT, RAPED AND BURNT ALIVE AT A HOCKEY GAME
Okay, I'm exagerrrating a bit.. there was actually one day where none of these words appeared, but there were 2 girls on top of eachother. In what looked like a rugby game. It's nice to see them acknowleding local hardworking athletes.

So, I guess that's the news.. but if that's the news, I don't care about the news. If I were to spend 10 minutes of my day reading about what's happening in the world, I wouldn't want it to be that some girl living in an apartment down the street from me was robbed and beaten and had her arms cut off..(that didn't actually happen.. well, actually I don't know, cause I haven't been reading the paper) I mean knowing this won't change anything. It's terrible, for sure. But if you start acknowledging everything terrible that happens, then.. you'd be pretty busy.. and depressed.
And, if something like this happend to me, I'm not sure if I'd want everybody and their dog to be reading about the gory details of my trauma as they drink coffee and eat Lucky Charms..

well, i have a feeling tonight will be the night to win a bike. I have "blowing in the wind" in my head.. Actually, I'm not sure if that's what the song is called, but the words go something like "the answer is blowing in the wind." and well.. I always imagine "answers" flying around and knocking people out.. like the answer is really just some random debris.. I wonder if tht's what Bob Dylan thought when he was writing the song..

unofficial unfinished unedited unsensical underpriveledged Love it, remix it!

today i'm having a bad hair day. Even after I put it into a pony tail, it still sticks straight out. people spend hours and hours trying to get their hair this wacky. all i have to do is .. nothing!
A jehovah's witness came to read some passages from the bible to me while I was waiting for the bus. The passage he chose was something to do with "wouldn't it be amazing to live in peace?" and "wouldn't it be amazing to live forever?" He wasn't as cute as the mormons that accosted me last time, but I still listened to his spiel. I thought about what he said.. seemed a bit rhetorical..do you like peace? of course I like peace. but i can't go around promoting peace or telling people they should just be peaceful.. i've never lived anywhere where there's been some type of conflict. Nobody ever stole my land, killed my mom, blew up my puppy, etc. So I can't really be too self-righteous about how everybody should be peaceful.. All I know is that I don't even get along with my brother. I'm thinking until I achieve peace within my own family, I can't tell anybody about "peace".

And the second part of his spiel.. "do you want to live forever?". I thought about it, and had my bus not come, I would have told him that I didn't want to live forever. Forever is a long time. And why should I get to live forever when everybody else only got to live like .. less than forever. And doesn't life mean something because we know it'll end? (some might argue about this) If I knew I was gonna live forever, I wouldn't DO ANYTHING! Procrastination to the max, let me tell ya. I could do that tomorrow, or next week, or next year or next decade or next century.. so it would be the opposite of the profound "what would you do if you knew you were to die tomorrow?" THAT 24hrs. is meant to be very efficient.

wait a minute, I guess this would all depend on the details of this "living forever" would I be healthy? Will my body just freeze at a certain age? Will I just look 21 forever? That could be interesting. I could seriously be transient and travel around wtih multiple lives.. but it would be depressing.. cause you'd have to relocate few years, after your friends get old and realize that you're NOT getting old. Weird. weird. weird. I could devote tons of time to mastering all languages, maybe even english. I would be seriously creepy though. Definately give off some bad vibes.

Okay, there's a dude out the window who is standing in the middle of the street. He might be waiting for the bus, but you'd think he should use a bus stop for that. He kind of steps back only if a car comes.. it's a bit creepy actually. maybe somebody told him he's gonna live forever..??

oh yeah, thank you misstress barbara. i'm not sure if i like her cause I know she's a girl or if her being a girl so that makes me enjoy her mixes more.. like i can sense her gender in each track.. (??????) the only reason she's successful is cause she mixes as flawlessly as a guy, so that can't be it. germans have an expression "die bewegt mich" which means "it moves me" and not in a physical way either.. althought that too, cause I could dance to this. I think this expression applies. Und es ist auch ein Ohrwurm VIEL Spass noch!

and postsecret.blogspot.com is pretty entertaining (the word entertaining is very ambiguous), i recommend it..

Reality is for people who can't face drugs

David Letterman's top ten numbers between 1 and 10

10.............seven
9.............. eight point five
8............... three
7............... four
6. ..............eight
5. ..............one
4............... ten
3................ two
2. ...............nine
and the number one number between one and ten is.. 6 and 5 (it's a tie)

I'm not sure if it's actually funny or not, but for some reason I can't stop laughing about this.

I had a decent weekend. Nothing too crazy went on, but I'm still not especially eager to focus devoted attention to my job for the next 70% of my awake hours for the next 5 days.. I wonder if there's any type of weekend that I could have that would make me want to go to work. Maybe if my apartment flooded, I'd be happy to go to work, cause it would be dry. Or maybe if my apartment burned down, i'd be happy to go cause it wouldn't be charcoaly and stinky. or maybe I should just stop bitching, shower and go to sleep.. that's one of my pet peeves.. (thus making me a huge hypocrite).. when people work for the majority of the day and then spend the rest of the day complaing about their job. It's sad that the free time is spent complaing about how the non-free time wasn't free time.

Now that I'm onto the topic of pet peeves, I might as well share more of my ignorant opinions. I don't want to offend anybody here!! (or do I?)
- LOW FAT BUTTER! almost as ridiculous as NO FAT BUTTER. Butter IS fat! I think butter is hebrew for fat! (oh wait, no) Either eat it and love it or find something else to eat. like oysters. or pancakes. or margarine.

- U of A sweatshirts worn by U of A students.. (same goes for all other universities and college "gear")
"so, what do you DO WITH YOU LIFE?" .. go to school?????are you a full-time student or what?!! what school, huh? Dalhousie? Brock? buy expensive ugly sweatshirts much? put your fashion sense and/or creativity into the paper shredder lately???" That's what I thought. It's like they think they're better than everybody because they go to the U of A.. and they have to share this with the world, as if the world cares..
I hate to break it to you, but there is no prestige in the U of A.. ever since they let me in.. well that's all the things that have bugged me a bit over the past few hours. MORe to come, i'm sure. WHEEEEE!!!!
SLEEP tight and remember boys and girls to dream while you're awake and complain while you're sleeping.