'because i GOTTA, mister!'

anyone remember what movie that came from?

i do.

i just want to test your memory.

and give you a pat on the head if you guess correctly.

plus, 'tis pertinent to my current situation. i'm heading out in a few for a going away party for two of my co-workers. i've got booze. i've been in summer school for damn near three months.

i think that i deserve to have a bit of a life, dammit.

plus, what would we do with all that booze, huh? i COULD be nice, and give it to people that really need it more than i do. i COULD save it for a rainy day. i COULD decide to return it to the lcbo and get my money back. yes, i COULD do all of these things.

but that's just plain stupid, and mama didn't raise no damn fool.

besides that, i play rugby. it would be sacriligious.

in other news: there is no other news. that's why i haven't been blogging. there isn't too much to blog about these days.

well, at least nothing that wouldn't one day incriminate me in the future as i plot and plan to take over the universe.

though i'm sure that i'll have some interesting stories to tell after tonight. and possibly tomorrow, if i'm not too hung over. maybe tomorrow will be the day that they decide to fire my soon-to-be drunk ass.

catch you all on the flip side *note: this is not a reference to my being a flip. it's just how the expression goes, dammit*

bernadette walked against the wind at... 7:18 PM - [Link]

yep. it's been a weirdass day.

it didn't start out all that weird though. went for a run, walked the dog, had brekkie. you know, the usual shit. because the weather was (and still is) muggy and sticky, i didn't want to wear my 'uniform' shirt to work, so i wore my england shirt instead, and brought my other shirt to change into.

i'm waiting for the bus, reading 'paris 1919', and listening to my discman, when i feel this arm going around my shoulders. i'm thinking, 'who the FUCK is this?' when i finally turn around.

it was this fat fuck of a bastard...who i DIDN'T KNOW!!

my poor mind was screaming, 'ew,ew,EW!!' he's talking to me, and so i gingerly take one earphone out.

'are you chinese? or filipino?'

i looked at him dumbfounded.

'cause england's my favourite team, and if you want, if you're interested in getting together with an english guy...' the guy must be in his forties.

that's when i ease out of his fat tree trunk of am arm, and say, 'no, not interested.' what i really wanted to say was, 'if you get any closer to me, i'm gonna bust out the karate moves. i KNEW that all that training was going to come in handy one day.'

ew, ew EW!!! then i stick my earphone back, and try not to think about it. he drove away. blech.

hence the title of the post.

in other news: nothing too much to report, aside from the fact that my shoes have some sort of weird red shit all over them. i knew that yesterday, because the toe of my left shoe was covered in it. i thought it was chalk. it wasn't.

it's paint. from the benches that i sit on outside during my lunchbreak in the heart of yorkville. i didn't clue in until today, when i got more of it on my right shoe. oh, and also on the ass of my BLACK pants.

but hey, at least my shoes now match again, right? plus, with my england shirt, the writing's in red, so at least i was colour coordinated.

gotta look at the bright side of things. =)

in even further news: because i forgot to mention this, i went down to the beaches on tuesday (my day off). i wrote a poem, i got MORE clothes (nice, considering the fact that they were 40% off, with the new fall line-up in), and chilled out. i heart the beaches.

it must've been newman day, because i ran into/talked to a few people from high school. weird...it started when michelle called, and we talked for about 2 hours. then, on my way going home, matt ward spotted me on the bus, so we talked until we got to vic park, and kept talking until we got to kennedy. he's doing quite well for himself. people at nelvana are interested in his cartoons and stuff, and he was even offered an internship and everything.

i made him promise to remember me when he was a famous cartoonist and everything.

then, at kennedy, i ran into paula sarzala and arlene whelan. i knew them from st. theresa's, WAY back in the day. arlene's a mom!! her baby boy damien's only five weeks old, and paula's studying bio at york.

it's funny...i never really talked to these latter three people all that much through high school/elementary school, but once you're out of that whole high school mentality of 'kewlness' and shit, it's rather pleasant. i wish that i hadn't been so quick to judge people back then. i'd like to think that i've matured since then.

of course, if only i'd grow a bit to emphasise that...

bernadette walked against the wind at... 8:14 PM - [Link]

yep. it's nice to know that there are still some nice people in the world.

so i made a cameo at 110 bloor st. west aka chapters on bloor. and i'm shelving, cer-ing, and all that other stuff as outlined in our handy employee handbook. *note to self: must one day read employee handbook* i'd been cer-ing for a bit, so i kept getting stopped every few steps by people who were asking for stuff. that i don't mind, because on weekdays, it's not as busy.

this guy flashes me this mesh pouch. easily, there's at LEAST $250 cdn. plus a whole bunch of other stuff, like starbucks cash, receipts, etc. etc. he's like, 'i found this, and i thought that you should know,' and handed it to me.

damn, i'm thinking. what the hell? better to leave to management and head office. i mean, that's a HELLUVA lot of bling to lose, and far be it for me to be responsible for it. so i head down, and give it to julie, one of our senior cashiers. she called the mod, and that was my part of the whole ordeal. i ended up getting 2 dreampoints for it.

question of the day: what would you have done? kept the bling, or turned it in?

in other news: the whole blackout ordeal makes me SO fucking mad. not that it happened, but that so many people bitched about it, and how easily people seem to forget. i was taking a walk yesterday, and all i hear through the neighbourhood are ac's going on and on like crazy.

WTF?!? i KNOW that it was a hot day. i KNOW that you 'suffered' for a fucking day and a half without your damn ac. but seriously, shut the fuck up. there are people who have to deal with this sort of shit on a daily basis. i'm sorry that you got to miss your 'oprah,' and that you were forced to sweat (heaven forbid), or that you weren't able to take your fourth shower of the day with warm water.

but seriously, before you bitch, think before opening your big yap.

bernadette walked against the wind at... 6:39 PM - [Link]

okay. because i said that i'd write more about it, here it is.

i finally got home at about 9. it wasn't too shabby, all things considering. i seriously barely opened the storm door to knock when the big main wooden door flies open, and me mam becomes TOTAL flip.

for those of you not too acquainted with what 'total flip' is, it's basically me mam ratting off on tangents, in tagalog, for a mile a minute. or until your ear falls off. whatever happens first.

see, when the power went off, i wasn't too sure what was going on with the phones, because i saw so many people yapping away on their cellphones, freaking out, and automatically assumed that the phones were down as well. so i didn't bother to call home.

that, and i'm perpetually broke. something to the effect of the university experience, i suppose.

anyway, me mam's off on complete tangents. i'm like, 'dude, i'm home. don't worry. there is something i want though...'

at this point, mam looks like she's ready to give in to virtually anything. if i had asked for cash to go to fiji, i think that she might have seriously considered it.

so i said, 'i need to use the bathroom.'

i should have asked for that pony i wanted when i was 6.

she moves to let me in, and i made a MAD dash to the loo. what kept me going all that time were four bottles of water. two of which i had brought from home. they tasted like what i imagine warm bath water tastes like. i've never actually drank warm bath water.

but yeah. then i'm like, 'i want to bathe.' i was gross, hot and sticky. there's no hot water, because the heating pump's electric. shit. so i had to take a sponge bath. how very geriatric. plus, it dodn't help all that much.

but it sure was nice to get into some nice clean clothes.

then i asked mam, 'is there any food?' answer's negative. though, there was the fish that mam made earlier that day for lunch.

'i'll take it.' so i had that and bread. i felt like jesus, but without the whole awe of miracle affliated with said fish and bread. after that, there was absofuckinglutely NOTHING to do.

'that's fine,' i said. 'no better time to practise piano. gotta love that norah.' so that's what i did for the next two hours. that, and coldplay. i've now got 'the scientist' and 'clocks' down cold.

but i suppose the nice thing about not having any power was being able to see the stars. because the lights are on ALL the bloody time, you only ever get to see the main constellations here, like orion and the big dipper.

but it was like being up north in penetang. or at the now-defunct planetarium. the sky was COMPLETELY blanketed in stars, and you could envisage the entire universe encapsuled in one moment. i saw five shooting stars. it was really awe-inspiring.

back to reality, when mam was like, 'what the hell are you doing out there?' dammit. thanks for taking away my moment, mam. i rolled my eyes.

after that, i really was tired, but i knew that i wouldn't be able to sleep, so i decided to read by candlelight. then i wrote in my journal (yeah, i keep one. you'd be surprised by some of the things that i write about, but don't blog about). then i read some more.

i felt like a pioneer. no, not for doing anything remarkable, but the whole candlelight thing.

so that was it. a very boring end to a very boring night.

in other news: in addition to cibc's run for the cure, i'm thinking about doing the terry fox marathon of hope. for those of you that don't know, he was hoping to run across canada, and raise money for cancer research, having been a cancer patient himself. sadly, he never completed his goal, as his cancer had spread to his lungs. he started from st. john's, NFLD in april 1980, and ended in thunder bay, ON in september 1980, having ran 5373 km in 143 days.

he died on 28 june 1981. but before he died, he reached his goal of raising $1 from every canadian to fight cancer, raising $24.17 million. the canadian population in 1981 was 24.1 million.

why do i know so much about him?

i did a project on him in the 6th grade, and all this time, i've still been a fan of his. that's pretty damn amazing. i don't know what i would do if i were in the same situation. i could only hope that i'd be as strong as he was.

so yeah. opinions on possibly doing this run?

in even further news: got new clothes. again. as if i could POSSIBLY need new stuff.

well, actually, i do. almost three years after leaving high school, half my stuff's STILL uniform friendly. grey, white, navy blue. and i'm sick of it. sick sick sick. *go roxy*

bernadette walked against the wind at... 8:23 AM - [Link]

yes. i can say, 'i survived the great blackout of 2003. the one that was the worst in north american history. . .to date.'

in fact, i may just go out and get a t-shirt made in honour of said occasion. lol. . .

but here's the recap of the past few days since (i only got my internet connection fully restored today, plus my host was having problems because of the blackout). . .

so. . .on thursday, i'm sitting in rotman's (it's the school of business, and would have been my permanent hangout had i decided to continue in the business program, but i'll save that story for another day), and i was *sort of* cramming for my philosophy of history final. i wasn't too worried, so i was just basically reviewed the few notes that i had taken in class. in rotman's, there's this headline board that runs the latest info on the nasdaq, the dow, and all that jazz.

then, it shuts off. so do all the lights. of course, i'm not paying too much attention because i'm studying. not to mention that i had my discman blared full blast to afi's 'sing the sorrow'. this was at about quarter past four.

i decided to make my way to varsity stadium at about 6, which is where my exam was going to be held (it's the WORST place to have an exam. it's the big hockey area where the blues play our home games, and though they drain it during the off-season, it's still cold. plus, buzzers have this habit of going off in the middle of the exam). there are a ton of people waiting outside, which is a given, because they only open the doors for teh examination areas 15 mins. before the exam starts. so i decide to keep reviewing.

6:30 rolls around. i finally hear just what the fuck's going on. it turns out that there's some sort of power outtage. so i'm thinking, 'yeah? so what? that happens all the time. the power'll probably be back on in 10 mins.' that's when i finally clued in about the infoboard shutting down 2 bloody hours ago.

a slow one i am.

so they decided to cancel the exams for that night. most university students get excited by that prospect. i, however, am not most university students. i mean, we'll have to write it at some time, right? there are some students that have to get in their final marks because they're planning to graduate, or go to grad school, or whatever.

but then i thought, 'how the fuck am i going to get home?' i commute to school, because i don't really drive, and even if i did, parking would just about kill me. it's downtown toronto, for fuck's sakes. everything's bloody expensive downtown. and because subways are powered by electricity. . .

y'all are smart people. i'm sure that you can figure out the rest.

so, what did i decide to do?

i walked home.

now, as a commuter, i have calculated just how long it takes for me to get to school each day. on the typical summer day, assuming that lcuk is on my side and i don't miss my bus or train, it takes about 41 mins. if luck's being a bitch and i have to spend a significant amount of time waiting around, then it can take me about an hour and 10 mins. this is not taking into consideration rush hour, which means that it may take me 1 1/2 hrs. to 1 hr 45 min.

whenever subways shut down, they run shuttle buses RIGHT ALONG the bloor-danforth line (which is the subway line i take to school). but because it was rush hour, and it's pretty crowded on a subway (which has 6 large cars), you could probably image how crammed it would be on a tiny bus.

and i thought, 'well, i have some family that live near castle frank station. i could walk there, and stay until this is over.' castle frank is four stations east of st. george, which is where the campus is. it's not as close as i make it to sound, but it's not exactly a mecca to get to or anything either.

so, i made my way to my aunt and uncle's place. then it occurred to me that they live in an apartment building. on the fucking 15th floor. but i decide that scarborough's a HELLUVA longer way than castle frank. i can make it up some stairs, right? i play rugby, i'm in decent shape.

what didn't occur to me was the fact that this is an OLD building. it has no power generator to light the stairwell. but i'd already made it up to the 6th floor. that's where i found some people that had some candles and lighters. they gave me a candle, and up i went.

until about the 10th floor, where the flame went out.

i secretly cursed myself for not bringing the lighter that i usually carry around with me for emergencies. and for not smoking, so that i would have a lighter on hand.

so i *felt* my way up to the 15th floor. luckily, my aunt and uncle's place is right in front of the stairwell, so i wouldn't have to worry. i knocked once. no answer. i thought that my uncle was sleeping, cause he works at night. i knocked twice. . .three times. nothing.

then i thought, 'dammit. what the fuck am i going to do?' i started to get worried. i couldn't spend the night in the hallway. and i didn't know anyone else that lived there. i made my way down. REALLY slowly. . .like, it took me close to 20 mins. to get down.

on top of all that, i was really hot and sweaty afterwards, which was a shame, considering that i had just showered about 15 mins. before i left for school, and was wearing clean clothes.

once i got out of the building, i decided to just walk home. i had wasted valuable time for nothing, and i didn't want to waste more. so i just walked straight along the danforth for an hour and a half. i made it to victoria park at 8:30. two whole FUCKING hours later. from there, i decided to talk the bus home, and waited for 20 mins. enough time to become more hot and sweaty.

also enough time to become acclimatised to the heat. when i got on the bus, the ac was blaring, and i got cold really quickly. i suppose i now know what it's like to be a 'real' flip.

in other news. . .i'll be writing about that later. i'm sure that those who've made it to the bottom of the post are probably tired of my bitching.

don't worry. i don't blame you one bit.

bernadette walked against the wind at... 2:16 PM - [Link]

it has been brought to my attention that there are a few things that i have to keep reminding myself.

1) that i have TWO exams that i have to study for, and that i haven't actually attempted to do so for either of them. this is worrisome. what's even more troubling is the fact that i DON'T REALLY CARE. i just want school to be done, i want to get my credits, and i want to getthefuckouttahere.

2) that i have to book time off from work for the following destinations/days:
-montreal, 31 august-06 september 2003
-calgary, 16-20 october 2003
-marquette, 23-27 october 2003
-north carolina, christmas break 2003
-cleveland, 25-29 february 2004

3) that i haven't done the friday five in a really long time, and though it's not friday, and i have a track record of big-time procrastination, last week's was actually worth doing.

4) there are a few things from speedskating canada and u.s. speedskating that i want to order, and i probably should do so soon before the special offers expire.

5) that i should remember the recipe for the peanut butter chocolate chip cookies that i made an hour ago, because it's actually pretty good.

6) that james' house party is this weekend, specifically on the 16th, and i have to stock up on the booze, because it's BYOB. can't wait for it though.

i'm sure that i'm probably forgetting something, though.

so here it is: the friday five, for your reading pleasure. . .

1. What's the last place you traveled to, outside your own home state/country? the last place outside my home PROVINCE was chicoutimi, PQ. it was for the canadian world cup back in february. it was bloody hellass cold. let us never speak of it again. outside of my country was bay city, MI. i know that it's not really anything spectacular or exotic, but it *technically* is outside of my country. it was for the u.s. championships back at the end of february. i've got to get out more dammit.

2. What's the most bizarre/unusual thing that's ever happened to you while traveling? i dunno about bizzare. i don't have too many outlandish travelling experiences or anything. but i do remember being eaten alive by mosquitos when i went to the philippines for the first time when i was 7. those little suckers can tell if your native blood or not. i went around walking in pajamas/pyjamas for the entire three weeks i was there, and covered in calamine lotion. when i came home, it looked as if though i had had the chicken pox. NOT fun. =(

3. If you could take off to anywhere, money and time being no object, where would you go?ireland, ireland, ireland. i LOVE that place. i'm probably going to live there at some point when i'm older. or fiji. i'm planning to go there as a graduation present to myself once i'm done university (which is one reason why i'm fast-tracking).

4. Do you prefer traveling by plane, train or car?
depends. if it's a matter of time constraints and definitely a longer distance, i'd opt for plane. trains are great, but pretty damn expensive, though getting to spread out your shit is pretty nice. and roadtrips are fun, too. i noticed that buses weren't an option, and i can understand why. getting stuck at a bus terminal is SO not fun. it sucks a million times worse than any flight stopover. especially if that bus terminal is in detriot.

5. What's the next place on your list to visit? montreal. i want to drink and babble in incoherent french.

that was a good set of questions. i should probably make a point of checking them out more often. and yet another note to self. . .

in other news: i lost a bet. which means that i'm obliged to post more embarassing pictures of myself as a kid. that's not kewl. NO ONE wants to see me as a little kid. it's terrible. but, a bet's a bet, and i always live up to my end of the bargain. so i hope you're happy now, rat pukeface lisa. you win.

i guess this means that i have to go around digging in family albums now, huh?

bernadette walked against the wind at... 1:27 PM - [Link]

yeah, i said that i would blog about this. so here it is. . .

anyway, i told you all about how i was sick during my seminar presentation. what i didn't tell you was that it was worth 20-freak-fucking-% of my final mark. that's a helluva lot of marks for one presentation, right? that's what i thought. so, needless to say, i was really worried about how my 'not really but sort of' presenting would reflect on my final mark. i didn't think that it would look too good, especially considering that i wouldn't even be able to do a make-up presentation (seeing how we only had three more classes after that, and about 9 more presentations).

i had considered writing to my instructor, josh, and asking him what my options would be. i was also worried about having to provide evidence. see, in the wonderful wide world that is academia, you can't just say that you're sick. you actually have to PROVE that you were sick by showing proper evidence, filling out the proper papers, and all this other shit. and i just don't have the time to be running clear cross campus, to the hospital, and filling out all this shit. it's aggrivating and time-consuming.

so, i had decided to check my u of t mail (yeah. the mailbox that i check once every 4 months or so) and what do i see?

it's an email from josh. i'm shitting my pants, thinking that i'm going to really hear it. not only that, it was sent on the 31st of july. i checked on the 7th of august, a whole FUCKING week later!!

shit, shit, and double bloody hell, i thought. then i debated as to whether or not i should open it or not. i did. hence the angel of mercy thing. basically, the gist of the letter was that i shouldn't have to worry about my mark, considering the fact that i was really ill, and that we could discuss different options for what to do. furthermore, i wouldn't face any late penalties on my paper.

can you say 'sigh of relief'? i felt as if though a giant weight had been lifted off my shoulders. so all is good for the most part academically.

now it's just wednesday and thursday. exams. at NIGHT. who the fuck gives nighttime exams? u of t is sadistic. my can. ex. rels. runs from 7 until 10 on wednesday. my phil. hist. exam runs from 7 to 9. again, it's a fucking joke.

but i like to think of worst case scenario. at least they're both at night. phil. hist. could be at 7 the next morning. that would suck assage.

in other news: i was dared by a friend to post my oac ttc student card picture.



isn't this fucking hilarious? i look like SUCH a bitch!! but i remember that day quite well. student council always runs ttc picture day, and seeing how i was on council, i was voluntold that i was doing a morning shift. all part of council duties, i suppose. anyway, after dealing with a bunch of moronic 10th and 11th grade twats for the entire morning, i went to finite class, pretty damn tired and pissy. then the secretary called me during class, saying that i had to stay in the hot, stinky gym for a few MORE hours.

'wtf?!?' i'm thinking.

so by the time i actually had my pic taken, i was just in the most horrible mood. hence the super bitch look.

the sad reality is the fact that of all the student cards that i have, this is actually one of the best. how's that for irony, huh?

in even further news: i now know where i'm going for frosh week.

bienvenue a montreal!!

yep. i may be going with desiree (if she saves up dammit), anna, and anna's roommate. if we all decide to go there together, we may just take anna's mom's car. of course, this is all dependent on whether we can take turns driving (for obvious reasons), and we all know that i can't/don't drive, so i'm out of the running.

but yeah. anna's like, 'we stay up all night, and drink.'

i said, 'yeah? i'm champion pisser of the world, and can outdrink most of my guy friends. SCORE!!'

so, i'll be keeping you updated on that. anybody want anything french (canadian)?

i'm also half finished my 'growing up canadian' essay. i'll be posting that up later too.

bernadette walked against the wind at... 3:23 AM - [Link]

Hmmmm. . .

I don't really have all that much to say. However, I felt that I should let people know that I haven't lapsed into a state of oblivion or anything like that. I'm quite well and very much alive, especially now that summer school is *technically* over.

Yep. It's over. All I have left to worry about now is my finals, and then I'll get to party. Party like it's on sale for $19.99. Score.

I've written a haiku for this very momentous occasion. . .

The end of the old
Celebration looms nearby
Start of great beyond

Yep. It'll be the end of my career as an undergrad, and possibly the beginning of my life as a grad, assuming that I'll be going to grad school. Teacher's college is definitely going to be a go, but I haven't decided whether or not I'm going to be pursuing a master's, let alone a doctorate.

Who the fuck am I kidding? I'll probably do it all!! Of course, I'm not going to be staying in Toronto to do so. I can't live at home for the rest of my life, and I don't intend to, either.

Maybe I'll decide to go to Sussex. *I heart England*

In other news: I have a post about my new angel of mercy, who also happens to be a great drinker. But I've got to save some material for later. And I've got a few other things to blog about.

I went to the beaches after work today (yeah, I made a cameo appearance at Chapters on Bloor on FRIDAY. I haven't worked on a Friday in. . . what? Four or five months?) And as I was walking along the boardwalk, a few things ran through my mind. All of these were self-absorbed thoughts, cause I was thinking about some of my favourite things. So here are a few things that I was thinking about, just to make this post more interesting, and for you to be able to assess (or reassess) just how much of a freak I really am. . .

Colour: Red, red, and more red.
Movie: Ghost World. If you haven't seen it yet, then what the hell are you waiting for?!? GO DAMMIT!!
TV Show: The Simpsons and Undergrads for animated stuff. History Bites, The Canadians, and Gilmore Girls for the *regular* stuff.
Music group: Yeah Yeah Yeahs for the more contemporary stuff. Sex Pistols for the older stuff
Music group to hate: Good Charlotte. I can't help it. They've been dubbed punk by some people. These people are also the same people who consider Avril punk too. And they're WRONG. Punk used to stand for something: political change, social awareness. Good Charlotte and Avril are SO not that. Nuff said.
Clothing company: I'm not one to really wear any name brands or anything (go read Naomi Klein's 'No Logo'), but I'm partial these days to the Roxy and Overkill stuff. And the Rusty stuff. And the O'Neill stuff. And basically anything from the Overkill store, which sells all these brands. The irony of it all is that I'm not a surfer, and I've only gone surfing about five times in my life (I'm more of a wakeboarder). But these clothes are HELLASS comfy.
Shoes: New Balance or Asics. I HATE Nike with a passion (again, read Klein. You'll understand why).
Restaurant: Sushi Inn. I've established a name for myself there. They know where I work, and they'll ask me whether I've come from work anytime I go there.
Music store: CD Replay. I've established a name for myself there too. In fact, David the manager refers to me as the Sex Pistols chick, and once said that if he were 20 years younger, he'd ask me out. I'm not too sure whether to be flattered or scared.
Clothing store: ModRobes and Black Market. For the same reasons that I have for my music store and restaurant.
Smells: Yves Rocher's Jardins du Monde Chilean nectarine 'fruity shower gel'. Trust me, it's THAT good.
Sports: Rugby, field hockey, and soccer. Oh, and this one sport where there are these guys that skate around a rink really fast in tightass suits. Hahah. . .I've done my fair share of traveling to see this to. Of course, there are also girls who participate in this sport, but I'm not that kind of girl.
Books: The Adventures of Augie March by Saul Bellows, and Timequake by Kurt Vonnegut. (Damn. . .I'm such a university student!)
Ice Cream: It's from Lick's, and it's called Moose Droppings. However, no moose feces were used in the making of said ice cream. It's basically vanilla ice cream with chocolate shavings and mini peanut butter cups mixed in, but when it gets all melty and drippy, I suppose that it could look a little like moose crap.
Food: Sushi, which is kinda bad, considering that I'm not Japanese.
Ninja Turtle: Raphael. He was always the understated one that really didn't have a persona of his own. Leo was the bossy leader, Don was the brainy one, and Mike was the California-hang ten dude. Plus, he wore red.
Simpson character: Lisa. Was there any ever doubt?

Okay, enough with that shit.

In other news: I?ve decided that I'm going to be entering a contest that History Television is holding. It's called 'Growing Up Canadian,' and having taken a Canadian history survey course and a Canadian foreign relations course, I've really been interested in all things Canadian, even more so that I was before. I'm working on it right now, and I'll probably post it up soon (maybe even later tonight). We'll see. I'm not particularly interested in winning or anything, though the cash prize is a great incentive. I'm just interested in having my personal experiences and thoughts being read.

This is making me think that I'm TOTALLY in the wrong program!!

In even further news: I really gotta get my ass into gear and start getting sponsors for the Run for the Cure. Granted, it's not until October, but we all know how great I am at procrastination. I wonder who I can mooch off of for sponsorship?

And speaking of money, I'll be working full time for the last two weeks of August, which means that I may possibly be able to pull off the two World Cup events. This is good, because (back to the writing thing), I was asked to contribute an article for my college paper. I want to do a piece on ST. I think that it would be great, even though it would only be on a small-scale level and everything. I can see the byline now. . .

'ST Hos and the Skaters They Love'

What do you all think? LOL?

bernadette walked against the wind at... 10:57 PM - [Link]

depends on your musical preference. here at little drummer girl, we try to accomodate all tastes. however, if you feel that you haven't been represented. . .

tough shit. there's only so much that i can do, dammit.

but feel free to insert a musical preference of your own, if you so choose.

i have a feeling that this entry's gonna be on the long side (well, at least for me). yes, i will be testing later, and possibly be giving out prizes for correct answers, so you better pay attention.

on the health front: i'm feeling a lot better. thanks a lot for the well-wishes. it's kinda funny though. . .i didn't really tell any of my 'real life' friends about my trip to the hospital. i didn't really feel the need to. i dunno. first of all, it wasn't a really big deal, seeing how i was only there for two and a half days. second, i know that some of my friends are REALLY freaked out by hospitals. i don't blame them. they're weird, stuff smells funny, it's damn noisy, yadda yadda yadda. you know the drill. but yeah.

hope that you're feeling better zak. appreciate the sympathy, and i'm sending some 'good health' vibes over your way. and yeah, teh. wouldn't want you to catch those internet germies. they suck. suck like a mofo. ;P

on the school front: i have only one paper left to write, and fortunately for me, it's due on tuesday (which means that i'll start on it monday night. har har har), and it's only 6-9 pages. that's six TO nine. not what you're thinking. get your minds outta the gutter, man. then it's exams, and finally, i'll be DONE (for the summer, at least).

can you say 'party'? cause that's what i'll be doing. oh, and working. gotta save up those pennies, and believe me, i do have a LOT of those. i wonder what air canada/jetsgo will say if i decide to pay my airfare in rolls of pennies.

they'd probably laugh in my face. i know that i would.

on the training front: obviously, i haven't been doing that as often as i should be (i think that the last time i updated the blog was when i sprained my ankle, over a MONTH ago), but i've found a reason to do so. i registered for the cibc run for the cure. i'm looking forward to it. first off, it's for a good cause. second, i've been wanting to do this for a LONG time now, and i'm at a point at my life where i think that i'm ready for it, not just physically, but mentally as well as emotionally. i'm not registered with a team or anything like that, and i haven't signed up with a friend either. i think that's what i mean by 'emotionally ready,' in the sense that i don't need other people to necessarily DO everything with. i think that's what they call 'high school syndrome.'

i haven't decided who i want to run for. there are quite a few people that i've lost in my lifetime to breast cancer. there are also quite a few people that i know right now that are dealing with it. because the run's in october, i have a few months to think about it. i'd just love to put everyone on it though. i may very well do that.

so if you have some extra cash lying around, and you want to help a great cause. . .*shameless plug*. =)

on the travelling front: unless by some act of divine intervention, i don't think that i'll be heading out to cali for the summer (or, more accurately put, the three weeks of vacation that i have), which is a shame, cause i really wanted to visit my family and friends who live out there. so, pray that i win the lottery.

if not, then i'll see everyone out there in december. it must be nice to not have to shovel wet snow in sub-zero weather.

chances are, i think that i'll just go out to halifax again. or MAYBE, i'll go to montreal. my friend anna just went about a week ago, and she's got the 411 on where to stay, eat, what to do, what to avoid, and all that jazz.

on the clothing front: i got more stuff for my b-day, which is really ridiculous, seeing how it well over a month ago. two roxy shirts, a rusty shirt, and this ontario volleyball shirt. can you see this seeming running theme? how bizzare. . .

considering that the ONLY body of water that we have around here is our nasty, polluted, possibly-e.coli-contaminated lake ontario. we do NOT want to be within a 10 mile radius of it, let alone wakeboard/surf/waterski in it.

but hey. can't complain. free clothes are great.

on the friend front: i did get to meet up with michelle on friday. we had SO much fun. i really do miss being able to see each other on a regular basis, and being able to chat about stuff. it turns out that she went to cancun back in march, met a great guy named oliver, and got to see a whole bunch of really neat stuff. i told her about my short track escapades, and meeting the online crew (well, a lot of them, at least). we had good food, good ice cream, and more chatting at the boardwalk.

it was SO weird. we haven't really seen each other since she graduated, as she was in the year before mine. plus, with both of us in school, it's been hard. if you think that doing my undergrad in three years is impressive, michelle managed to pull a four year interior design course in TWO years. now THAT'S impressive. so needless to say, we've been busy.

i am SUCH a beaches person. i have my roots stuff, i play rugby, i have a dog. all i need now is one of those sweatshirts, and i'm set for life.

whew. that was a lot to say.

i will be testing later. you better get those number 2 pencils ready folks. =P

bernadette walked against the wind at... 11:12 PM - [Link]