You betcha.

Here's to a big week of very little school (stupid one night class!) and more work than usual. Here's to the last 'break' I have til I graduate. Can't wait.

Some guys have all the luck

Third picture from the left is mine. Yay. Gotta help the gambling community out wherever I can, you know.

Check out the first picture too, although it's not to my credit. I love when they move the falls behind the casino in the summertime...

Dear Jerk:

If you are going to be snotty, you must at least also be:

1. Smart; or
2. Good looking.

Since you fall into neither category, please refrain from using the non-word "irregardless" in my presence ever again.

Meh, gotta nuke something.

I smell food and now I'm hungry. I have so much reviewing to do tonight, as well as a presentation to memorize, which just isn't going to happen, really. Worked and reviewed all weekend. Oh well! I never wanted a life anyway.

Oh, and I think my dad finally believes me that the car needs serious help. It may have stalled on him 80 times in the process of him driving it to their place to get it looked at tomorrow. I'll have to ask. :( Thank heaven for roadside assistance!

Also: I just saw a rat in the parking garage. Which really isn't gross, unless you think of the implications of that.

Why Working Out at Midnight Just Feels Like Summer

I just had a really good workout. The first workout since my first workout after the New Years resolution that I would continue to workout more, which didn't work out. [The cymbals would crash here, if the drummer hadn't already left in his boredom.] And I feel REALLY good. You should do it too. And eat more clementines. I've been doing that all week, too, thanks to Lauren buying a crate she can't possibly finish on her own. That, of course, does not make up for the two fast food meals I gorged myself on today, but I think the workout did some good to balance that.

Yep. The next time I make a post like this will be in April. And even after that, it'll be a while again.

Worst. Education. Ever.

Not that anyone who reads this will ever want to go into HR (especially now), but word to the wise, I really should've taken this program instead of the one I took at Niagara College which was comprised of NO electives and forced me and my schooltime chums into wasting a lot of our lives with such bullshit courses as Personal & Professional Development (AKA Teacher Forces You to Talk About Your Feelings Even Though Businesspeople Have No Feelings 101) and Management Principles (AKA Let's Do Some Quizzes from Teen Magazines for a While and Call It 5 Credits Worth) and, of course, who could forget Non-Existent Co-op Because You Live in the Niagara Region During a Recession.

Yep. If I can transfer my credits, I know where they're going.

Stop Thinking

My latest hate:

When you ask me for advice, I give you advice, then you tell me why it won't work. So I take the extreme opposite of that advice, which I suppose you have pre-decided on anyhow, and say "Well, do that then," and you still don't agree with that. Then, I try to reach some middle ground, and I advise that instead, and you also disagree with that.

You do not need my help. You need a counsellor. Or someone to take care of your life for you. Which I personally don't think anyone could stand to do.

Anyway! Here is a cool looking car that is in my parking garage:

Sure is neat.

Today was a nice taste of springtime in February. Temporary, yet so very right. I got to remember what it was like to wear a jacket instead of a coat. Amazing. I got to walk around on the snowless sidewalks wearing flats and no socks. The best!

I can't wait for this to be all the time again.

And if snow is so deadly, why does it only take a little warmth to zap it all away? You have to hate the irony of that.

I finished an assignment and got half my reading done today as well. I feel productive and I feel ready for 68 days from now when I can finally say "G'bye, school!"

Who am I kidding. I'll probably be back. But it's a nice feeling, to have something within reach to finally look forward to. That's the point of springtime.

You know maps are antiquated when...

I had a pretty good day.

It started off with missing class and ended off with a silly prank and a skinny Avondale kid awkwardly reading off a map and making the lot of us laugh at his nerdiness.

[Ah, so much you would've enjoyed. Why does everything strike me that way now?]

The test went great. At least I plan to think so until I get the results back. And I got 100% on an assignment from last week. And I think I'm going to teach the class how to play with flashlights and long shutters for my training exercise. Yep, that's some useful training right there.

And I'm full of ands. I'm just so glad to be here. Or something.

All in a day's work.

I forgot to mention earlier.

Yesterday while grocery shopping for the first time in an estimated month and a half (or more), a little person walked up to me (even though Andrew was also there) and asked me if I could reach some yogurt on the top shelf for her. It's not that I think the little person part is funny, it's that she walked right past Andrew (also capable of doing the same) and asked me instead to help. Because I am the tallest person alive. Which reminds me, I can reach that cloud and pluck it from the sky, if you'll pay me $5.

So. I'm doing a review for a test I have tomorrow and I've hit a roadblock.

Oh, ok, I found it now. This might as well have been Twittered, for all anyone will care. Hey, I took a bunch of pictures this weekend, many of which I haven't uploaded yet... but also, many of which I have. Go look if you're bored (be sure to click page 2 as well).

[Aside: When Flickr people add me who have displayed photos they took of the corpse of someone they once knew, that's when I get the shivers. I will not link this person. I just felt it important to note.]

Hey. It was a very pretty day out today. I hope you got out and enjoyed it like I did for a couple of hours. Spring, please come back soon!

In the span of 25 minutes...

• Walked in on a girl in the bathroom who was screaming hysterically at the toilet. She then told me I could use it, whereby I asked, "Um, is it working all right?" She then began to cry because she had just flushed her Motorolla RAZR down the toilet.
• Overheard a conversation about Dunnville while on the bus home. A girl told another girl that all they had in Dunnville was a bowling alley. The other girl then proceeded to ask the first what a bowling alley was.
• While waiting for a second bus, overheard the most typical girl ever talking about her new tattoos on her lower back and neck 'thank god my hair covers them so no one can see them!'); being drunk, hungry, angry and sleep-deprived at midnight at a bus terminal in London, Ontario; and so forth.

Wow life. That's a lot to throw at a girl in mere minutes.

I was pretty sure I couldn't do it, but it only took me from 2pm until now to read the three disgustingly long chapters I needed to, with just one break to eat a [horrible] packet of Thai noodles [that cook up like Mr Noodles which has sent my stomach into an effervescent spiral of hellishness] so that I didn't starve. I should've just eaten dirt off the kitchen floor. Plenty for all!

This morning, I enjoyed breakfast with Garth. That was a nice switch! Breakfast is the greatest meal because it is delicious, feels right with coffee, and is cheap. Especially when your friend pays for you because he feels sorry for you because you're moaning about all the wrong in your life. You're cool, Garth!

I want chips now.

85 lyrics rushing through my head that are begging to be put in my extended MSN name:

• Where has my head gone
• You can tell them I'm coming and Hell's coming with me
• There's no room for error
• I love you, I love you, oh brother of mine
• Shock me like an electric eel
• Please please please God don't be a bastard, Christ knows she deserves something nice for a change

No point to this one. This is just my time-waster now that I've remembered it's here. Blog while I'm alive, live when I'm dead. Or something like that.

Minutiae

A long time ago, when I was much angrier or at least cared more, some idiot commented on my blog in all his pretentiousness and [in all likelihood only] criticized me for writing about the 'minutiae of my life' [because it made him feel all warm and special inside to say a word containing more than three vowels in it]. He made his statement that no one cared but me.

And you know, that's true. It is. No one does care about this stuff, except me, and maybe the people I write about, and maybe a few more people if I throw in a good pop culture WHAMMO! every now and then. I never denied any of that. Just felt a bit angry and annoyed with the part about some moron feeling himself important and above it all enough to make such a statement in a world that's booming with blogs of every kind.

Now that I really stop to think, though, there's so much more to it than the absurdity of that statement. 'The minutiae of our lives' is what our lives are comprised of. When I think of the things that Ellie and I did, sure, some of them slightly impacted others, in the way any other day-to-day transaction did. We never did anything to conquer the fucking universe, but had a lot of fun, a tonne of laughs (if they could be weighed), and a million little experiences we enjoyed but never thought would amount to anything.

But they do. Everything adds up to this one giant bag of shit we call life. And I happen to enjoy that bag of shit, whether it's rainbow coloured or brown. Whether I put an end to the credit crunch, or I end up paying off my debt one day and meeting a lot of great (or even useless) people in the process, that's what's happened in my life. You sold a painting to an adult contemporary washup who will be comprised of the same thing as me when each of us dies. The only difference is soil or ash. And that's not something that's based on whether I wrote "Candle in the Wind" or not.

And whether you want to believe it, you'll end up the same way too. It doesn't really matter what we do in life, minutiae or selling poor quality artwork to celebrities, because when we're gone, it's done. The world keeps turning.

Pearl said this to me today:
Life is like a game of chess, at the end of the game the king and pawn go in the same box.

That's right kids. Three disappointing, money-wasting years at Niagara fucking College are coming to close, and I'm beginning to gain back my train of thought again. This can't be good for the economy.

Secrets

I've always been a diary kind of person. There's a whole box of them somewhere, dating back to when I was eight and I had crushes on dirty little boys who killed frogs and ate boogers.

Here's a tip that I'm about to follow:
Burn your diaries after they're finished. No one needs to read that shit.

Electric Feel

Why do I not like sleep at night, but I love it so come morning? I'm tired as all shit, but I just won't go down. Why don't I think this much during the daytime? It certainly would help a lot of things.

This is a good'un (I didn't pay attention to the video, I'll be honest). It was track #11 on 'Economics is a Drag' Mix '08 as compiled by Ellie. That girl was fun.

I have to stop torturing myself. I realize that. The more I read this, the more it seems like foreshadowing. I miss her so much. She'll be with all of us, always, but if there's ever such a thing as time travel, I'm going back to last week to call her up so that none of this ever happened.

Because You Care
Written by Ellie, Monday January 26, 2009 @ 12:00am

1. The more urgent or important a letter looks, the more I don't open it.

2. I'm white

3. I resent Brand Power Lady because my boyfriend has a crush on her.

4. I am going to look at a Jeep. Soon

5. Refuse to buy triscuits as they once endorsed Rachel Ray. You are next, Dunkin.

6. I wish that Alex would visit me.

7." When she goes to sleep, diabetes is there. When she goes to school, it's there. And when she plays soccer, its really there. Except on the 4th of July when it goes out to a party."

8. I don't like my wings saucy

9. Hi, I'm Ellie

10. I have a shirt that says "I love NikkiP" and I wear it every day under my clothes.

11. I have a big trunk full of goodies

12. If you ever buy me lilies I will likely throw you into the canal (roses or nothing)

13. I'm romantic. Violent and romantic.

14. Wuthering Heights makes me cry

15. I gaged how much I was growing up by the intervals of time that elapsed between the times I fell over.

16. I can recite Arrested Development scripts

17. I am not looking forward to this week at all.

18. Sometimes I wake up in the morning just to see Monica, Rhonda, Karen and Jess at school and get tea with them.

19. I MISS ADAM.

20. In 3 months time I might not live in Ontario

21. I hate pickles!!!

22. I have various no-touch zones that are not to be touched.

23. I give things obvious names.

24. I was born to be bad. No, actually I'm timid. Like a little koala bear.

25. For the most part I agree with everything on the list of 100 most irritating things in Britain. James Blunt is #4.

I had to post this here. I'll stop being depressed and depressing soon, I promise. I just can't believe the difference a few hours can make, or even a few seconds. And I would never have believed that things in life could be so painful. There are so many things that happened today alone that I would've been texting her about because she was the one who'd get the biggest kick out of it.