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Convocation is on June 12, and they still don't have the list of graduants out yet.
DAMN STUPID CARLETON! LET ME KNOW IF I'M GRADUATING OR NOT!
lika got crap done on Tuesday, June 1, 2004, 04:43 a.m.
WTF!? I have to work at 6am.
Someone is going to answer to this. lika got crap done on Friday, May 28, 2004, 01:05 a.m.
I confess, I am trying to steal your body, but only because I think you're awesome and I want to be you and know all the Muppet references and inherit your kick-ass DVD collection. Which reminds me, I still need the lyrics to "I, Grover" so Heather doesn't suspect anything.
I survived Day 1 of work back from vacation, and PLEASE, if I ever turn into one of those people in their thirties and forties who brag about what great workers and how much much better they are than everyone else is and how many stars they get next to their names while working at a fast food restaurant, SHOOT ME. lika got crap done on Thursday, May 27, 2004, 01:00 a.m.
I'm starting to think that my blog becomes my bitchfest and my livejournal where I write articulate compositions and reviews. Must be the comments thing. Onto the bitchfest.
1. Holy crap, do I ever hate writing feedback.
2. I also really really REALLY don't want to go back to work tomorrow. Tim Hortons. Fuck it. Just not in the mood to deal with costumers and coworkers and a dishwaters that uses recycled water which dries the jelly filling on the plate. Week off is over and now back to the real world.
3. Because things had to get worse... I'm feeling my old yearning to write again. I must thank myself for reminding me why I hate it when fanfickers say they're hanging up their hat and not writing anymore, because unless you're dead, chances are your muse will strike again. That bitch. I swore off writing because quite frankly, I write shit. Not that it's bad, but it's mediocre and unremarkable, ergo, shit. (I'm a big believer that mediocre and unremarkable writing equal shit.) I'd write to enjoy the frustration and act of creation and not let anyone see it, except I'm a big a egotist as the next fanfickers. Let's face it, every single fanficker is an exhibitionist. And I can't spell for pretzels tonight. lika got crap done on Wednesday, May 26, 2004, 12:54 a.m.
I have to write feedback to various "Angel" fanfickers and I hate doing the feedback thing. It's just a pain to look for email addresses, cut and paste email addresses on the compose window, type up a 5K commentary (because I refuse to send feedback unless the fic was good enough to get me gushing about it for that length), and then hit the send button. It doesn't sound like a lot, but it is. And it's pain. GAR. My infernal sloth will the end of the world one day. Until then, I'm going to have to deal with it if I want people to know that I really do appreciate their work and wish there were more of it. lika got crap done on Tuesday, May 25, 2004, 06:42 p.m.
Remind me I have to write a complaint to Anime North about the hotel prices. Because seriously? What they pulled was SHIT, and I know for a fact that we weren't the only ones. Thus starts what I hope is a relatively short report about the con.
The Bad:
The Good:
Conclusion: Con itself sucked, weekend itself rocked.
Sarah: Sorry I couldn't spend more time with you and Craig. Would have loved to eat out with you two, but I love the idea of our own convention next year, with lots of DVD watching, sauceless pizza, and a limited amount of alcohol.
lika got crap done on Tuesday, May 25, 2004, 01:17 a.m.
My bad. One of these days I'll email for a confirmation before making misinformation public on my blog. Gah. Livejournalling has made me most lazy. At least I answered an email a month when I was blogging.
It rained today. Normally I don't like raining days because worms, squished worms, gutted worms, feeling the squish of worms under your feet as you step on it and its guts fly out... do worms have guts? Plus the awful smell of blood and raw flesh and a tinge of urine that worms bring up. I don't like worms, and since rainy days bring out the worms in doves, I don't like rainy days.
But there were no worms today, and the aftermath of the rain was glorious to walk home in. Colours were deeper, grass being a dark green and the flowers being more colorful without being bright, even though the raindrops had penetrated through and was making the colours bleed into one another. One thing I always loved about rain was how colours of the bush, the building, the sidewalks, the flowers, hell, even the neighbour's cat bleed into one another. It's like watercolours, except the colours are so lush and dark you have paint the scenery in oils. Lush is a good word for it. There was sense of overgrowth, almost rainforest-like. There was a weight in the clean air I couldn't figure out, but it gave a emphasized sense of earthboundedness. Here and now, it seemed to say, not up in the sky or in some fantasy place, but right here with your feet firmly planted on earth.
It's the first rainy day I've enjoyed in a long time and will probably be the last, as I'm sure those blasted worms will be swarming around me after the next rainstorm. I just want to remember this.
lika got crap done on Wednesday, May 19, 2004, 01:45 a.m.
! *speechless* !
It appears that Sarah might be moving to Ottawa just when I'm going to Montreal! !O.O! lika got crap done on Tuesday, May 18, 2004, 05:02 a.m.
THIS FIC! It was so cute and sweet and romantic and SQUEE and GIGGLE and EEK HOW CUTE AND COOL AND AWWWW and then that ending broke me. Me officially heartbroken T_T Just bring me the closest lake and drop me in the middle of it and let me drown and die. I'm so sad *sniffles* lika got crap done on Monday, May 17, 2004, 03:06 a.m.
Gah, that last entry. Feeling more alive now, mostly thanks to this brilliant sun, and the fact that I have finished my laundry. Now to clean up the yard and get my McGill things in order. Wow, my life is monotonous. lika got crap done on Tuesday, May 4, 2004, 01:04 p.m.
Want to either watch a movie or read a book that make me feel some poignant sense of loss. One of those stories that when it ends, you sit there going, "what if?" and wish things were different, but not really because the nostalgia is so powerful and evocative, and it nice to be feeling sad, regretful, or heartbroken, provided that there's a little hope in there somewhere. I truly believe despair is a free person and hope is slave, but what a slave hope is.
Sarah, you stop that. I'm so freakishly excited about seeing you at Anime North and spending a weekend with you :) lika got crap done on Tuesday, May 4, 2004, 01:21 a.m.
My mom pronounces the word "cinnamon" like "si-ni-ma", which sounds like a curse for your mother to die. She also tells me that the word "joy" in Cambodian means something to the effect of "fuck." Ergo, if someone comes up with a flavor, scend, candy store, or frith forbid, a daughter called "Cinnamon Joy", my mother would think the name was a curse for your mother to die, fuck it. lika got crap done on Saturday, May 1, 2004, 11:48 a.m.
Sarah, my dear, sorry for the much belated reply. Have to answer your hilarious reply to my livejournal later on too, as well as make plans to meet at Anime North *excited squeals* Hope the going over your income taxes wasn't too bad. That part is worse than the doing the taxes itself. I had to look over the income taxes my brother did for my older sister and brother-in-law (neither are any good at English), and I thought they were missing a T4 because the sums didn't up right. I spent a whole freaking day looking for the missing T4 slip before I discovered late last night that I had to add the two numbers from the same T4A to get the total net income. My brother had it right all the long, and my checking it over only made things complicated. Next year, I'm paying some company $50/person to do the income taxes for us.
As someone who puts off writing essays to watch Disney movies she has already seen and don't particularly like, I understand where your boyfriend is coming from. Nonetheless, I am indignant on your behalf, because, wow, the fireworks that would have been had my brother not been there on the phone to help me figure out what the hell was wrong with the taxes.
On the bright side, they are making a movie of "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" *_* Provided it doesn't suck spectacularly, I'm much excited about it. lika got crap done on Saturday, May 1, 2004, 12:40 a.m.
I FUCKING HATE DOING INCOME TAXES! lika got crap done on Tuesday, April 27, 2004, 01:56 p.m.
I cannot believe how utterly brainfried I am. To be sure, my brain is always fried one way or another and I'm like permanently stoned during my waking hours, but wow, is it ever fried right now. How I am to do taxes, clean the yard and house, and wire off my sister's OSAP in this state is beyond me, but like, WOW, is my brain ever fried. I just want to stick needles all over my head to see if I could the room to stop spinning and my view back in focus and my thoughts to stop being about carrotcake!God!waves!Huh!Whoa!WHOA!WOW!WOW!WHOA!
In other news, Heather, your poems reached deeped within my soul and revealed all the pain and angst employment has caused upon it. lika got crap done on Monday, April 26, 2004, 11:36 a.m.
Sarah: The Leafs better win the cup, or else their defeat over the Sens is total and utter vanity. This comment has nothing to do with my need for a big-screen and a digital camera. lika got crap done on Wednesday, April 21, 2004, 01:06 a.m.
I am in a much better mood than I was in last week. I'm so proud of myself for figuring out the font and making everything look nicer by switching the colors, and how more blood-like the red looks now. And since everyone is Livejournalling, I can gloat all I want about myself here on my blog and not have to worry about people reading it.
Ergo: Lika, you are bloody brilliant and amazing and so freakishly cool, people who are not are only to be pitied.
And now to remember that I'm working 4-11 tomorrow at Tim Hortons and still can't spell phenonemon without a dictionary *wry grin* lika got crap done on Tuesday, April 20, 2004, 12:39 a.m.
Forget self-pity. Who could wallow in self-pity when their layout rocks so much!!!! Amazing what a switch in colors will do ^_____^ I am the whee, the glee, the squee, the hey and yay and the diddle and do!
Shut up. I need a pick-me-up after the horrendous week I had. lika got crap done on Monday, April 19, 2004, 02:55 a.m.
Just had an awful week where I spent most of the seven days feeling sorry for myself. I should go to sleep or do other productive things or at least be happy that I drastically cut to my job down to 11 hours a week (same as quitting, I figured), but I just want to crawl into a ball and wallow in self-pity, happy joy joy of my life be damned.
I suck on so many levels.
(On the bright side, finally managed to work out the font thing!) lika got crap done on Monday, April 19, 2004, 02:31 a.m.
Take THAT, Toronto! *is gleeful*
I love my Sens ^______^ lika got crap done on Monday, April 19, 2004, 12:02 a.m.
"Brother Bear" moved me more than "Tarzan" or "Mulan" did. Okay, "Mulan" was a better movie by far, but I didn't get into the characters as much as I did with "Brother Bear", which is a mediocre movie at best with an ending that almost ruined it, (unlike "Tarzan", which was a fantastic movie with an ending that did ruin it.) But I love the brother thing - between the human brothers, not between the bear brothers. There needs to be more movies about brothers. Or sibling in general. You can probably tell I'm super close to my siblings.
I guess another reason why I liked "Brother Bear" is because of the whole Northern Canada thing. I always wanted to go North. Way up North, where you get months with no sun and months where the sun never set. I want to see the Northern lights, spend a day in winter out in the barrens where as far as the eye can see, it's totally white and snowny, see what summer is like up there, be part of a community whose main purpose in life is still instinctual survival (since the price of milk and packaged meat is super expensive up North so fishing and hunting is still needed, which sucks in a way because chemicals are leaking into the animals and starting to affect the people.)
I'm pretty okay with winter. I'm don't love the season unconditionally, but I'm charmed it until February and don't mind it until late March. I do know I can't live without snow once a year, which is why I have no intentions of ever living South for an extended period of time. Snow and cold doesn't bug me that much, so yeah, I want to go North and see one Midnight Sun. Here's hoping I could end up operating a library up there or something. That would be awesome.
Sarah: Due to the low wages, Tim Hortons' employess tend to be bitter little brats who let their coffee sit past the 20 minutes "always fresh" rule, especially if it's dead and they don't feel like wasting coffee. Drive-through is the worst, as they keep six pots going and when it's quiet, you got six pots that needs to be consumed and no one wants to throw them out. Keep in mind if you ever come over to the Tim Hortons I work at, I'll be sure to serve you the freshest one ^_^ And thanks for the warning about the lychee liqueur. I'll be sure to watch my intake if I ever find the stuff. Hope your hangover is better. lika got crap done on Thursday, April 15, 2004, 12:10 a.m.
One central issue that Mary Robinson deals with in her novel The Natural Daughter is the question of what is natural.
THAT took me four hours to come up. lika got crap done on Friday, April 9, 2004, 11:01 p.m.
Frith curse my infernal stupidity!! I go ahead and lose the Etienne Balibar's brilliant article Ideology or Fetishism: Power and Subjection which would have been perfect for my current essay about the concept of "natural" being, well, a concept. Then I remember I wrote my Art History on it and figured I could take the quotes and page number of it for my current page. Then I remembered that I never picked up a copy of that essay because unless a professor shoves the paper into my hand, I don't pick up anything.
And ignore everything I just wrote as I looked up and saw beside my computer a rough copy of that essay with footnotes, and I can just use that. *sheepish grin*
P.S. I'm well aware how obnoxious the constantly changing of font and font size is. As I'm approaching computer literacy, I should figure it out soon enough.
lika got crap done on Friday, April 9, 2004, 07:07 p.m.
Things to do for the month of April:
Now off to do number 1. Once I buy brownies and some wake-up tea to help me ^__^
lika got crap done on Friday, April 9, 2004, 06:10 p.m.
Still working on the layout. Just fix a few links and silent_bunny should have a brother site running up with her. Cheers to colors coordination!
Heather: Loved the pictures of the alcoholic jelly night. You all look great and the whole thing looked like a lot of fun. lika got crap done on Thursday, April 8, 2004, 10:24 p.m.
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