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In Flanders Fields the poppies grow..

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I was thinking about curling my hair tomorrow..

But then I realized I'd probably look like Little Orphan Annie had restyled her hair during a drinking binge. I tried curling it yesterday, but my hair is insane and quite frankly; has a mind of its own. An obviously retarded mind.

I should probably be sleeping right now. "Probably" being the operative word I guess.. I've been getting 3 - 4 hours of sleep per night; except on weekends when I tend to sleep in until 12 or 1... I suppose this whole sleep deprivation thing explains my recent stupidity in the past few weeks. Like that 2 / 10 I got on my primary source notes. I mean; 2 / 10... for excerpts I only had to copy from a book. And they were in on time.

Rather then face head on what amounts to probable hereditary retardation, I'm going to blame my slumber patterns.

I had a whole bunch of neat stuff I was going to link to .. But.. meh, I'm not feeling witty enough to ridicule Polkaroo. {More on that later...}

My mom and I made supper tonight -- and we *actually* all sat down and ate at the same table. Which is pretty amazing. Also; besides the collective table eating, our dinner conversation was equally amazing.

To sum up:

Brad is going to become a romance novelist ("He poked.. no.. he entered... no... he slid.. yes, he SLID..."), my mom cannot name twenty chocolate bars when someone is incessantly tapping on her head, and the new Greek God is "Testicles" [Test-i-clees]... the God of Seaman.

Monday, November 12, 2001 03:24 a.m.
listening to; Ride Wit Me / Nelly
reading; The Illustrated Book Of Myths by Neil Philip. (Hey, it may be for ages 9 - 12, but I can deal with my illiteracy.)

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``The gruesome steaks were then arranged on plates together with the vegetables which she had baked and left as meals for the son and daughter of the deceased accompanied by vindictive notes.''

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Sunday, November 11, 2001 07:04 p.m.
listening to; Ride Wit Me / Nelly
reading; The Illustrated Book Of Myths by Neil Philip. (Hey, it may be for ages 9 - 12, but I can deal with my illiteracy.)

Ai-yah! My husband is Jet Li...

I played Mash. My future is much better then I previously thought:

"Your husband's name is Jet Li [Gerard Butler, Cuomo Rivers, a McDonald's Restaurant Manager, The Invisible Man] and you have 3 [1, 0, 4, 2] children. You're a The historian chick on Biography [Interior Designer, Photographer, Writer, "Masseuse"] who drives to work every day in a silver [ yellow, orange, blue, purple ] VW Bug. [Volvo, Neon, Acura, Retirement Village Buick]

It's truly a wonderful life when you consider the countless romantic nights you have spent with Jet Li in your mansion in Saskatchewan. [ England, Greece, United States, Yukon ]."

Sunday, November 11, 2001 03:38 p.m.
listening to; Ride Wit Me / Nelly
reading; The Illustrated Book Of Myths by Neil Philip. (Hey, it may be for ages 9 - 12, but I can deal with my illiteracy.)

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
------John McCrae

Sunday, November 11, 2001 04:40 a.m.
listening to; Ride Wit Me / Nelly
reading; The Illustrated Book Of Myths by Neil Philip. (Hey, it may be for ages 9 - 12, but I can deal with my illiteracy.)

Spending an hour in a car is no fun -- no fun at all.

Or, to blatantly retract that statement; sitting for an hour in a car sans music sucks. Thats right, folks.

I was a singing, seat-dancing car freak tonight.

It all started when I did some illeg--*ahem*... of course, Brad drove me to the Mike's Mart parking lot. I didn't drive at all.

Because that would be wrong. (Giant, obvious wink.)

Anyway, Brad had to drop some stuff off inside the store, so I sat in the freezing car listening to some extremely crappy tunes until the radio station magically heard my murderous thoughts being directed towards their..uhm, music picker. (And yes, that would be the technical term. Shuddup.)

And thus, they played some music I knew the words to. Not necessarily good music, mind you, but music that I sang loudly too. I was a crazy, frozen lady rocking out in her shitty Ford Tempo to bad tunage from 1975. Yep. Not too mention, also, that I changed my voice into that high pitched screech to match the over-glammed lead singers.

At any rate, Brad took an hour... and now I'm home and entirely tired. I had been planning on listing some random links I'd stumbled across, but I currently have the mind span of a three year old.

Or a drunk.

Or Sarah. Or at least, Sarah at any time past midnight.

By the way, too, on a side note... I've been looking at universities out of town, rather then attend Confederation College and become something I'll be trapped into until I'm 50 and decide to quit in a flurry of rebellion only to have to take up a job as a Walmart Greeter, (BTW, what do you think the suicide rate is for that job??) to see if there is anything interesting in say... Winnipeg or Saskatoon.. or .. Haiti. Wherever.

Soooo, I know a couple of people going to UWinnipeg... but I don't know if I'd want to take any of the courses there either.. their offering Photography and Mythological Studies in Saskatoon, though -- although, the point is slightly moot anyway, because I'M POOR.

(eg; come graduation my mom approaches me and says, "Honey, I'm afraid your dad and I can't afford post-secondary education for you. Or at least post-secondary in a university. I'm sure I could home school you though. I've only taught kindergarten for 25 years.. how hard can other grades be?? How about you convey your feelings of this home school arrangement by FINGER PAINTING...and afterwards I have some paper plate snowmans we can make to introduce the concept of weather..")

I guess I'll decide in a few months.

Or maybe I'll just become a nun.

Sunday, November 11, 2001 04:25 a.m.
listening to; Ride Wit Me / Nelly
reading; The Illustrated Book Of Myths by Neil Philip. (Hey, it may be for ages 9 - 12, but I can deal with my illiteracy.)

Fake Reindeer Antlers.

Oh, the coolness. Had a little trouble with their uhm, standing up though. One inevitably continued to fall down.

Until I vented my frustrations on it..

Sunday, November 11, 2001 12:35 a.m.
listening to; Ride Wit Me / Nelly
reading; The Illustrated Book Of Myths by Neil Philip. (Hey, it may be for ages 9 - 12, but I can deal with my illiteracy.)