gawd...
im so wound up, nervous. i feel like i have this big date with this guy i really like and i dont know how its going to go. i have this big feeling of anticipation, a huge knot in my stomach... but there is no date. there is no guy. there's just me. just me and my crazy crazy thoughts. there is ABSOLUTLY no reason for me to get this stressed out, no reason whatsoever. it doesnt make sense. at all.
apparently i when there is no guy around to stress about i stress over some imaginary guy!
its fun!
im lying!
why!
on another note, my mother is making me give up the only bed ive ever slept in (other than the crib). apparently its giving me bad posture. im getting annoyed with this whole chiro thing. i like my bed... alot...
god, sometimes i feel like such a loser.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
yuck.
i just realised that all i ate today was a banana muffin, poutine and popcorn.
then i skipped the only possibly redeming thing planned for today, karate, to go watch "Meet the Fockers" with my mom and her biker chick friend.
...
what am i comming too?
then i skipped the only possibly redeming thing planned for today, karate, to go watch "Meet the Fockers" with my mom and her biker chick friend.
...
what am i comming too?
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
CALLING ALL WRITERS.
here's the deal. i want to illustrate a short story, to create a graphic novel/story of sorts. it can be funny, sad, weird, anything. as long as its possible to at least marginaly illustrate.
the deal part of this is that i want someone to write me this story. ive approached a couple people who have shown varying interest but nothing has come of it. thats fine, im more intersted in the type of story someone has been dying to tell. that way, it will turn out better...
i dont even know what to go off of, if i should use a narrative, or a monologue or even a script... anyways... if anyone is interested, tell me.
first to hand me something will be the first to see it visually massacred.
the deal part of this is that i want someone to write me this story. ive approached a couple people who have shown varying interest but nothing has come of it. thats fine, im more intersted in the type of story someone has been dying to tell. that way, it will turn out better...
i dont even know what to go off of, if i should use a narrative, or a monologue or even a script... anyways... if anyone is interested, tell me.
first to hand me something will be the first to see it visually massacred.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
I survived the night.
and all i had to do was chat up a few engineers and their wives. my brother took care of the kids. i also protected my dog from the little monsters. if i was wavering on the no kids resolution, tonight was a firm reminder of why such a resolution is in place.
im tired. i think im going to bed, i have work tomorrow. i think ill sleep a bit longer and catch the bus that will get me there a few minutes late. its my last day, what are they going to do, fire me?
do your worst cinnabon!!
im sorry to all the people who i told id be back on... my dog was in dire need of protecting earlier and im too tired right now.
do as i do: sleep.
im tired. i think im going to bed, i have work tomorrow. i think ill sleep a bit longer and catch the bus that will get me there a few minutes late. its my last day, what are they going to do, fire me?
do your worst cinnabon!!
im sorry to all the people who i told id be back on... my dog was in dire need of protecting earlier and im too tired right now.
do as i do: sleep.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
let me count the ways...
...to pass the days.
a little bit of meaningless rhyming for you folks out there at home.
i dont know how many people have noticed, but im kind of conceited. i like to try and hide it and i dont know how well of a job i do, but i do tend to think rather highly of myself. at least... i was for a while. after a certain amount of time where no one really makes that second glance in your direction (and lest face it here folks, im mostly talking about the attentions of members of the opposite sex) you start to doubt whatever you thought was good about you. im not trying to say im shit. no. im trying to say... im not exactly remarkable. im not sure what i was believing for a while but for some reason... i guess i expected more of this single business. for one, its rather humbling. however i was acting before, whatever slightly grand things i was thinking, pssssh. out the window for now.
dont get me wrong. i didnt have delusions of grandeur, i just was thinking i was a tad bit more... noticable. bah. its stupid.
life is hypocricy.
so is misspelling things.
god... i cant believe cinabon is potentially costing me a chance to be on the indoor soccer team. i better make one hell of an impression on the one tryout i can go to... not that it matters... its co-ed so there is only a small amount of girls who will make the team. i know the competition and with all due respect to myself, im fucked. but i would at least like to make a good try of it. AAAARGH. i just want to be done with cinnabon! i am going to miss all my friends there but i suppose that if we cant keep in touch outside of cinnabon then we were that great friends in the first place. im just tired of working my life around a job i do not care for.
speaking of work.. i need to be at cafe complexe in 8 hours and 45 minutes. time to get some shuteye.
and god im boring
a little bit of meaningless rhyming for you folks out there at home.
i dont know how many people have noticed, but im kind of conceited. i like to try and hide it and i dont know how well of a job i do, but i do tend to think rather highly of myself. at least... i was for a while. after a certain amount of time where no one really makes that second glance in your direction (and lest face it here folks, im mostly talking about the attentions of members of the opposite sex) you start to doubt whatever you thought was good about you. im not trying to say im shit. no. im trying to say... im not exactly remarkable. im not sure what i was believing for a while but for some reason... i guess i expected more of this single business. for one, its rather humbling. however i was acting before, whatever slightly grand things i was thinking, pssssh. out the window for now.
dont get me wrong. i didnt have delusions of grandeur, i just was thinking i was a tad bit more... noticable. bah. its stupid.
life is hypocricy.
so is misspelling things.
god... i cant believe cinabon is potentially costing me a chance to be on the indoor soccer team. i better make one hell of an impression on the one tryout i can go to... not that it matters... its co-ed so there is only a small amount of girls who will make the team. i know the competition and with all due respect to myself, im fucked. but i would at least like to make a good try of it. AAAARGH. i just want to be done with cinnabon! i am going to miss all my friends there but i suppose that if we cant keep in touch outside of cinnabon then we were that great friends in the first place. im just tired of working my life around a job i do not care for.
speaking of work.. i need to be at cafe complexe in 8 hours and 45 minutes. time to get some shuteye.
and god im boring
Monday, January 17, 2005
please note: Vin Diesle is the worst actor ever and his movies make people cry.
i was just watching triple x. worst movie ever by the way...
but i was surviving... in fact i probably lasted until about 20 minutes til the end. until this stupidity happened.
theres a shootout. bunch of good guys cowering from a sniper. the sniper is this cronic smoking badguy. Vin diesle picks up a heat seaking misile launcher (convieniantly at his feet) says : "that mothafucka is smoking!"
shoots the rocket, it swerves right into the sniper at which point vinny says: "i told him smoking would kill him"
....
GAAAHHHH!!!!
on the plus side, i thin my dog is sick... he's been making these odd choking/wheezing noses off and on all night. apparently my mom forgot him outside tonday. im slightly worried about this.
bleh.
word to ash.
props doodette, props.
but i was surviving... in fact i probably lasted until about 20 minutes til the end. until this stupidity happened.
theres a shootout. bunch of good guys cowering from a sniper. the sniper is this cronic smoking badguy. Vin diesle picks up a heat seaking misile launcher (convieniantly at his feet) says : "that mothafucka is smoking!"
shoots the rocket, it swerves right into the sniper at which point vinny says: "i told him smoking would kill him"
....
GAAAHHHH!!!!
on the plus side, i thin my dog is sick... he's been making these odd choking/wheezing noses off and on all night. apparently my mom forgot him outside tonday. im slightly worried about this.
bleh.
word to ash.
props doodette, props.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
To sum it all up:
today was a shitacular day and tomorrow promises to be equally wonderfull.
im in a piss-poor mood right now.
but ill survive.
apparently thats what i do best...
im in a piss-poor mood right now.
but ill survive.
apparently thats what i do best...
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Friday, January 07, 2005
"there's something hot behind you and its not these buns"
my boss told me today that if i worked an extra week she'd let me quit. i said fair enough.
by the way, i handed in my two weeks notice.
wow, i feel incredibly ill right now. as in... dizzy and nauseous. it just hit me right now. eurgh. so apparently this is what working two jobs in a day does to you. (9 to 2 -> cafe complexe, 2:45-3:30 -> bus to ottawa, 4:00 to 9:50 -> cinnabon). oddly enough i was fairly okay all day. until now. now i just feel like dying. viki is trying to engage me in some sort of conmversation... i think im failing miserably at it.
i seem to have lost my interest in the internet. i used to almost obsessively check blogs, livejournals, online comics, emails, the whole lot basically, several times a day. whereas now its once every two or three days. and even then i have to remind myself to.... i dont know why.
inner debate.
interesting.
now becoming outter debate.
the romantic in me is debating with the darwinist in me. im comming to a somewhat happy medium, leaning more towards the romantic. darwinism is too depresssing.
by the way, i handed in my two weeks notice.
wow, i feel incredibly ill right now. as in... dizzy and nauseous. it just hit me right now. eurgh. so apparently this is what working two jobs in a day does to you. (9 to 2 -> cafe complexe, 2:45-3:30 -> bus to ottawa, 4:00 to 9:50 -> cinnabon). oddly enough i was fairly okay all day. until now. now i just feel like dying. viki is trying to engage me in some sort of conmversation... i think im failing miserably at it.
i seem to have lost my interest in the internet. i used to almost obsessively check blogs, livejournals, online comics, emails, the whole lot basically, several times a day. whereas now its once every two or three days. and even then i have to remind myself to.... i dont know why.
inner debate.
interesting.
now becoming outter debate.
the romantic in me is debating with the darwinist in me. im comming to a somewhat happy medium, leaning more towards the romantic. darwinism is too depresssing.
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