Tired... aaaand.. looking somewhat like a disgruntled Ghengis Khan
Actually, a few years ago I went to a Ghengis Khan exhibit in Vancouver. Lots of tombs.. and Khan-like stuff. For the most part, however, I can't really remember it. Brad, Meredith, Erin and I spent the better half of the day in the museum cafeteria buying packs of Smarties and gambling with the colours (this, also, whilst Brad stared adoringly at Meredith and I, being the annoying eleven-year old I was at the time, mocked him mercilessly.)
(Meredith and Erin, by the way, are relatives of my mom's best friend.. who we were visiting. And what I remember most about their house is the fact that they had a mountain lion (?) skin, with head. Freaked the hell out of me. By the end of the visit, I'm sure it was trying to tell me to burn things.)
Or, no.
I was planning on taking pictures this morning, but its decidedly grey, so I might just wait until this afternoon. We have to do a movie review for Patrick Stewart's 'A Christmas Carol', and I'm finally going to get to finish my giant essay and promptly forget about it for the rest of time -- and then, on Friday Mel, Sarah and I are having our "annual" Christmas party thing (which mostly, of course, consists of presents and us lying around whining about how tired we are.) ... and then, Christmas...
I'm starting to ramble.. eich. And to the entry down below: an extra note, New Years isn't traditionally on December 31st, as much as January 1st... I wonder if that statement works somewhat like the whole.. "What do cows drink" question... you know, "When's New Years"... or something. Nevermind. Ignore me for now. More later.
Tuesday, December 18, 200108:59 a.m.
listening to; Holy Moses / Jann Arden
reading; Hamlet by Shakespeare
{by the way, the name "Sawa" does not refer to me. Although, I did almost answer with "uhhhm, I dunno." I'm not even sure which is sadder.)
Monday, December 17, 200109:18 p.m.
listening to; Holy Moses / Jann Arden
reading; Hamlet by Shakespeare
..::: - & - :::..
Erk.
I was supposed to have Act IV questions on Hamlet due today, but as it turns out, I don't have them. Finished, or the actual questions.
I'm a little nervous right now, mainly because I'll be driving the "Retirement Dream" on my own today. I already drove it home from my mom's school (driving with her, by the way, screaming at me; white-knuckled hands clawing seat is quite the pleasant treat believe you me.) and nearly hit a parked van... so, now I have to drive it and park it =well, mind you= at my school. I'm not good at this whole driving thing.
I'm seriously contemplating grabbing a ratty old purse, a plastic rain hat, and becoming the scary bus lady who tells you you're the devil.
*ahem*
So... are you? ... whippersnapper?
Monday, December 17, 200109:51 a.m.
listening to; Holy Moses / Jann Arden
reading; Hamlet by Shakespeare
..::: - & - :::..
Attack of the Disgruntled Freezer
Once again we're down to frozen, three year old spaghetti and unopened cans of black olives from 1997 in our house. We're in the midst of painting so everything is fairly chaotic -- except for the basement which Sarah and I deemed to clean yesterday. (Yes Gen, that includes the beer bottles Brad has left moulding on the antique chair for a month.) It had developed into a bet. A very yucky bet between my mother and I on when, or if, Brad would remove the beer bottles he claimed were "Worth a lot of money... so don't throw them out!"
Yesterday, alas, thrown out they were.
At any rate, I was rummaging through our freezer, finding frozen treasures from the Ice Age-- half-evolved men which my mom captured, knocked out and froze several millenniums ago to preserve in case I never did find that perfect homo sapien man -- when a ton of hard-as-rock peas, chocolates and the long-lost holy grail cascaded down the icy compartment slopes and landed at my feet. After ten minutes, I managed to return all food and historical findings back into the freezer.
I closed the door and continued on with my search for edibles.
Suddenly; a sound behind me. Then, dull thunks. Turning around, all was out of the freezer.
I put it all back again.
It opened.
I put it back.
It opened again.
After screaming several times, "No, no you can't escape!" in a super-villain type manner, I managed to close it for good.
Or at least until I was retarded enough to check the freezer for anything good to eat.
Upon opening it, all, once again, came out.
So.., my only plan of action must be:
DUCT TAPE.
Sunday, December 16, 200102:34 p.m.
listening to; Holy Moses / Jann Arden
reading; Hamlet by Shakespeare
Saturday, December 15, 200109:34 p.m.
listening to; Holy Moses / Jann Arden
reading; Hamlet by Shakespeare
..::: - & - :::..
Driving Miss Daisy
I think I love my car. In a retirement boat / Giant Car of Freedom kinda way. I'll get pictures a.s.a.p, so you guys can look at the vehicle I nearly rammed into several curbs last night. (And, should we not forget, used to take up two =TWO= lanes simultaneously. My only excuses are stupidity and faded line paint. Mostly stupidity, however.)
Sarah and I went driving until around 3:00 a.m., at one point picking up her boyfriend so they could "cuddle" in my backseat whilst I attempted inconspicuously to keep my eyes on the road.
Saturday, December 15, 200104:20 p.m.
listening to; Holy Moses / Jann Arden
reading; Hamlet by Shakespeare
..::: - & - :::..
Goin' Driving. Ohhh yeahhh.
I've been listening to an awful lot of Christmas music lately, and I'm about to embrace all and anything Christmas from now until the 25th, and after.
This does not, nor will it at any future time, include fruitcake and any or all of its subsidiaries.
I have my full licence now, of course, so I'm supposed to be going to driving with Sarah and Mel tonight -- cruising and stuff. Yet, of course, according to my luck, it was scheduled to snow tonight. And be icy.
Blah. Although, there is a rather unique and lovely feeling of power when holding my very own (if temporary until I truly get my own) set of keys.
I hold them and my only important goal in life is clear: Mock the vehicular underage.
Friday, December 14, 200107:03 p.m.
listening to; Holy Moses / Jann Arden
reading; Hamlet by Shakespeare
..::: - & - :::..
Hamlet
I'm too lazy to go into true entry form (whatever that is), so I'll just add them in a point list:
-Went to see Hamlet from Hammarskojld High School. Oh, the somewhat ironic name... irony. Yeah. It was pretty good. Ophelia was most excellent, as was Laertes (whom, by the way, I debated with last night. With the penis enlargement issue. I spent all of his scenes shaking my head wondering how I ever could have said such things in front of strangers.).. and funny, humiliating medieval garb was had by all.
-I've been downloading songs for the past little while. I'm going to make a fantabulous compact disc collection consisting.. of .. music. (I'm at a complete creative low right now: I'm tired and bored and thus incoherently groggy and stupid-like.)
-Mel's coming over tonight-- we're working on her homework and the like. College stuff. Hard stuff. Stuff that won't get done until after we procrastinate for several hours.
... thats really about it. I'm going to go lie down.
Thursday, December 13, 200105:00 p.m.
listening to; Holy Moses / Jann Arden
reading; Hamlet by Shakespeare
..::: - & - :::..
Debating with arguments of the pitfalls of penis enlargers is never a good idea.
Right. So, we did our debate tonight: one won, lost one. The one we won, surprisingly, was the one in which I proclaimed that penis enlargers do not equate to self-confidence. The resolution was thus: BIRT ("Be It Resolved That", for all of you; my non-pasty, non-debating, sunshine-loving comrades) everyone should strive to be like Austin Powers.
The government team (we, being the opposition) argued that everyone should strive to have freedom of self-expression and self-confidence like Austin.
So I argued that penis englargers do not equate to self-confidence. Then, I added the point that if everyone were trying to be like Austin Powers, wouldn't that also include women, and if, in trying to be Austin they went out and actually purchased said penis enlargers, what would they use them for? Vases?.
Hell, no.
But I guess its true. And as I said this, the entire debating group turned to each other with both looks of shock and suppressed laughter. This, of course, worsened when Gen referred to it in terms of helping a "function". And yet, we still won. Despite my barely contained snorts. Indeed. (Also, I made this really cool point about measuring sticks that I can't quite remember and I gave it to Gen before her speech and apparently that plus Gen's brilliant elaboration and fixing up of said passed inspired note leant to our winning the debate. So yay)
Because I'm pretty damn sure we wouldn't have won based solely upon our penis enlarger theory. No sir. And then there was the incident when Alicia referred to me as her "partner", but we won't get into that... heh heh.
It was entirely fun. I'm less groggy. Plus I had an entire white hot chocolate from Seattle. Not the city but the coffeehouse.
Aaaaaaaand, I'm getting my insurance on Friday and immediatley picking up Mel and Sarah for some dangerous midnight driving. Huzzah.
Wednesday, December 12, 200111:50 p.m.
listening to; Holy Moses / Jann Arden
reading; Hamlet by Shakespeare
..::: - & - :::..
grogginess.
Things, in general, are not going right today. Things, generally, are sucking much today. Things, today, are consisting of Fate and an inside joke. Which is not good. At all.
I woke up late-- I completely missed my alarm. One would think, too, that I would've wanted to wake up -- if only to shut off the annoying Phil Collins music sprouting from my radio. But, no. Perhaps my subconscious enjoys Genesis. Who am I to say? At any rate: 10:15. I rushed to get ready and was ten minutes late. I did however, manage in all of my grogginess to come up with the worst excuse ever.
I feel like I've been walking in a dream-like state all day... floating from class to class and question to question attempting to make sense of things that my sleeping brain can't even begin to comprehend. I'm caring and stressing about everything yet at the same time brushing it off like an uneffected sleepwalker. I'm tempted to pinch myself to make sure I'm really here.
I think I'd rather just turn back time and be going to sleep again. Then I'd like to wake up on time and get to school on time and feel a little more human and a little less empty.
I'll tell you guys how the debating goes. At this rate, my arguments will consist of blank stares and quizzical expressions.
Wednesday, December 12, 200103:03 p.m.
listening to; Holy Moses / Jann Arden
reading; Hamlet by Shakespeare
..::: - & - :::..
Wisdom: I like to eat cheese. Cheese is good. It comes from a cow, and small, overworked Ethiopian goats in Ethiopian sweatshops.
