Listening To: Science vs. Romance - Rilo Kiley
Alright, so I think I've gotten over a bit of my blogging paranoia, and I've changed the blog to feature my real name, not "Sadie." I don't think it changed on the comments I've made on Jill's blog, but I guess it doesn't matter, she knows who I am.
I need to get motivated to write Chapter 42 (jeez, already?) of Whyte Books. We need to get them back on track, ie. to the "Fever" episode. We're at forty posts and we're only starting the 2nd episode of Season 2. Crazy, I know.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
kzsjghdkjhtruyerrjgfsduytf!!!!!!
Listening To: Silver Lining - Rilo Kiley
I'VE BEEN ACCEPTED INTO UNIVERSITY!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HA! HA!!
And they sent me Origami paper.
Why?
I haven't quite figured it out yet.
BUT WHO CARES?? I'm going to university!!!
I'VE BEEN ACCEPTED INTO UNIVERSITY!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HA! HA!!
And they sent me Origami paper.
Why?
I haven't quite figured it out yet.
BUT WHO CARES?? I'm going to university!!!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
The Power of Three!
Listening To: Signal Fire - Snow Patrol
Donut Free Day #12
I found $20 dollars at the Card Shoppe on Saturday and no one's claimed it!!! So Lisa let me have it! SCORE times a TRILLION!
And I was going to try and save it and be "sensible" with it, but instead I went out and bought Season 1 of "Charmed." Gadzooks. And it was a liiittttllleee bit more than $20, but most likely worth it. It was my favorite show in junior high (even though I started watching it after Prue died). I didn't even intend on buying it: I was considering looking for season 1 of "Arrested Developement," but I didn't make it to the CD store in time before I was dishing out moolah for the Charmed Ones. Mati and Pati weren't too impressed, but who cares? It's not like I bought Season 2 of ROME (which btw is practically $100. And my b'day is sooooo far off. But I haven't finished S1 yet, so I'll wait and save).
In other news, Ellen Page was ROBBED. Actually, I'm sure Marion Cotillard is a good actress (I just haven't seen her movie, "La Vie En Rose." Maybe I should download some Edith Piaf.........or not. I almost wish Cate Blanchett had won. She's my fav-y actress in the entire world. Seriously, what other actress could pull off playing Bob Dylan? None, kids, none other than she. (I've yet to see "I'm Not There," but I've seen several clips on YouTube. Mati and Pati wouldn't get get it; they dislike Bob Dylan.)
Donut Free Day #12
I found $20 dollars at the Card Shoppe on Saturday and no one's claimed it!!! So Lisa let me have it! SCORE times a TRILLION!
And I was going to try and save it and be "sensible" with it, but instead I went out and bought Season 1 of "Charmed." Gadzooks. And it was a liiittttllleee bit more than $20, but most likely worth it. It was my favorite show in junior high (even though I started watching it after Prue died). I didn't even intend on buying it: I was considering looking for season 1 of "Arrested Developement," but I didn't make it to the CD store in time before I was dishing out moolah for the Charmed Ones. Mati and Pati weren't too impressed, but who cares? It's not like I bought Season 2 of ROME (which btw is practically $100. And my b'day is sooooo far off. But I haven't finished S1 yet, so I'll wait and save).
In other news, Ellen Page was ROBBED. Actually, I'm sure Marion Cotillard is a good actress (I just haven't seen her movie, "La Vie En Rose." Maybe I should download some Edith Piaf.........or not. I almost wish Cate Blanchett had won. She's my fav-y actress in the entire world. Seriously, what other actress could pull off playing Bob Dylan? None, kids, none other than she. (I've yet to see "I'm Not There," but I've seen several clips on YouTube. Mati and Pati wouldn't get get it; they dislike Bob Dylan.)
Sunday, February 24, 2008
"So, learn french or die."
Listening To: Dancing in the Dark - Tegan & Sara
That line from "Across the Universe" kills me everytime. It should be the motto for the Quebec lisence plates. Why not, right? I mean, New Hampshire's is "Live Free or Die." But not everyone in Montreal speaks french, fyi. Tea and cake or Death, Tea and Cake or DEATH (little red cookbook!). Good God, I love Eddie Izzard.
So I've actually purchased a pair of skinny leg jeans. BF Clover and I both bought a pair Friday night, after we had dinner with Red and Wally. Kind of sad that BF Sunny didn't come home, but she did for Thanksgiving, so I guess she couldn't have her cake and eat it too (haha, more cake).
I've also gotten back into the habit of straightening my hair again, which I haven't done since last May or June. Sad really. Everyone at Ye Olde Card Shoppe say they like it that way and apparently it makes me look older. Apparently. So does that mean my rat's nest of curls make me look like I'm still in junior high? Haha.
I guess I'm in a much better mood. I've noticed that my first few posts were kind of rant-y. Definitely not a good thing. But then again, neither is eating 3/4 of a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream while watching a bunch of Romans kill each other. Words cannot express how well ice cream and ROME go together. It was glorious. Especially because Mati and Pati had gone to bed, so I could watch it in the conveince of my cozy room. All by myself. It was fantabulosa! Haha.
And if Donut's not at work again tomorrow, it'll be Donut-free Day #11. I'm really started to get a little bit worried about her.
That line from "Across the Universe" kills me everytime. It should be the motto for the Quebec lisence plates. Why not, right? I mean, New Hampshire's is "Live Free or Die." But not everyone in Montreal speaks french, fyi. Tea and cake or Death, Tea and Cake or DEATH (little red cookbook!). Good God, I love Eddie Izzard.
So I've actually purchased a pair of skinny leg jeans. BF Clover and I both bought a pair Friday night, after we had dinner with Red and Wally. Kind of sad that BF Sunny didn't come home, but she did for Thanksgiving, so I guess she couldn't have her cake and eat it too (haha, more cake).
I've also gotten back into the habit of straightening my hair again, which I haven't done since last May or June. Sad really. Everyone at Ye Olde Card Shoppe say they like it that way and apparently it makes me look older. Apparently. So does that mean my rat's nest of curls make me look like I'm still in junior high? Haha.
I guess I'm in a much better mood. I've noticed that my first few posts were kind of rant-y. Definitely not a good thing. But then again, neither is eating 3/4 of a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream while watching a bunch of Romans kill each other. Words cannot express how well ice cream and ROME go together. It was glorious. Especially because Mati and Pati had gone to bed, so I could watch it in the conveince of my cozy room. All by myself. It was fantabulosa! Haha.
And if Donut's not at work again tomorrow, it'll be Donut-free Day #11. I'm really started to get a little bit worried about her.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Take Your Faith and Shove It
Listening To: Hall of Mirrors - Louis XIV
Donut Free Day #3
Serisouly, I'm really tired of hearing St. Peter from the factory telling me about church and and beliefs. He sits there, casually asking me about my ideas about teaching and where I'd go for a B.E. (not that I'm actually doing that anymore, but I haven't worked with him in like 3 months). Then he goes on to tell me about some teacher dude from the States who encourages the "outcast" kids in school who speaks at spiritual meetings. While I'm sitting right in front of him, trying to read a book about vampires and werewolves. Irony? Yes please. As far as I care, he can believe in this stuff if he wants to, but please do not press it upon me as I will not pay attention. Which I didn't. So he started talking to the guy next to him about God. It's like all the weird hardcore Christian people gravitate towards me.
I must have "Conform Me" written on my forehead or something.
I'll have to wash it off.
Donut Free Day #3
Serisouly, I'm really tired of hearing St. Peter from the factory telling me about church and and beliefs. He sits there, casually asking me about my ideas about teaching and where I'd go for a B.E. (not that I'm actually doing that anymore, but I haven't worked with him in like 3 months). Then he goes on to tell me about some teacher dude from the States who encourages the "outcast" kids in school who speaks at spiritual meetings. While I'm sitting right in front of him, trying to read a book about vampires and werewolves. Irony? Yes please. As far as I care, he can believe in this stuff if he wants to, but please do not press it upon me as I will not pay attention. Which I didn't. So he started talking to the guy next to him about God. It's like all the weird hardcore Christian people gravitate towards me.
I must have "Conform Me" written on my forehead or something.
I'll have to wash it off.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Tired, petulant and ranting
Listening To: absolutely nothing.
Today started off well.
My alarm clock goes off at 6 AM so I can get ready to go to work for 7:30. Unfortuneately, this morning, instead of hitting the snooze button, I accidentally turned it off. So I didn't wake up until 7:25. And I was 10 minutes late for work. Thankfully, my supervisor wasn't in today, so no inquiries. Donut wasn't there today, or yesterday either. Donut is the pinch-faced, over-medicated crazy old woman I work with at the factory. Seriously, she takes more pills than my grandmother (who takes like a freaking rainbow of pills). She's a nice lady, but let's face it: she's a few bananas short of a full bunch.
Then I had to rush home to get ready to go to my other job for 5 PM. While I'm doing the 100 metre dash to the bathroom, FDR (my brother, not the American president) is saying that I have to take him and his girlfriend (who lives like 15 minutes from our house and away from the main highway) to the mall with me. So I have to drive douchebag out to the middle of nowhere to get his girlfriend and then get back onto the main road and to the highway. But they make me take a short cut. I'm get to the mall and meet my boss who's coming out of the doors just as I'm heading in. 2 minutes late. Not bad (and not like my mall boss cares).
But then I have to drive FDR's girlfriend home. In the dark. On the crappiest road of life. Covered in snow. But no one bothered to tell me I had to until after the mall closed. And no one says thanks. No one even said 'hello' to me when we got home. Mati and Pati (my slangified versions of the Latin words for mother and father) were too busy on F-book (Facebook, otherwise known as Face-B).
On a lighter side, I mailed my application for university today (I've only had like 3 months to do it, but whatever).
Today started off well.
My alarm clock goes off at 6 AM so I can get ready to go to work for 7:30. Unfortuneately, this morning, instead of hitting the snooze button, I accidentally turned it off. So I didn't wake up until 7:25. And I was 10 minutes late for work. Thankfully, my supervisor wasn't in today, so no inquiries. Donut wasn't there today, or yesterday either. Donut is the pinch-faced, over-medicated crazy old woman I work with at the factory. Seriously, she takes more pills than my grandmother (who takes like a freaking rainbow of pills). She's a nice lady, but let's face it: she's a few bananas short of a full bunch.
Then I had to rush home to get ready to go to my other job for 5 PM. While I'm doing the 100 metre dash to the bathroom, FDR (my brother, not the American president) is saying that I have to take him and his girlfriend (who lives like 15 minutes from our house and away from the main highway) to the mall with me. So I have to drive douchebag out to the middle of nowhere to get his girlfriend and then get back onto the main road and to the highway. But they make me take a short cut. I'm get to the mall and meet my boss who's coming out of the doors just as I'm heading in. 2 minutes late. Not bad (and not like my mall boss cares).
But then I have to drive FDR's girlfriend home. In the dark. On the crappiest road of life. Covered in snow. But no one bothered to tell me I had to until after the mall closed. And no one says thanks. No one even said 'hello' to me when we got home. Mati and Pati (my slangified versions of the Latin words for mother and father) were too busy on F-book (Facebook, otherwise known as Face-B).
On a lighter side, I mailed my application for university today (I've only had like 3 months to do it, but whatever).
Falling Into the Rabbit Hole
Litening To: The Greatest - Cat Power
I'm unfortunately clumsy like that. Nine times out of ten, I'd fall into the hole, not just simply jump in. Such is life.
I thought I'd give this whole "blogging" thing a go. A friend of mine has a couple (one of which is a flog, which I am a co-writer of) and she enjoys them (seemingly). I suppose it's like writing in a journal or a diary. Diary is a really girly/kid-ish word. Whatever.
We'll see how this whole deal goes.
I'm unfortunately clumsy like that. Nine times out of ten, I'd fall into the hole, not just simply jump in. Such is life.
I thought I'd give this whole "blogging" thing a go. A friend of mine has a couple (one of which is a flog, which I am a co-writer of) and she enjoys them (seemingly). I suppose it's like writing in a journal or a diary. Diary is a really girly/kid-ish word. Whatever.
We'll see how this whole deal goes.
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