Rush

The snow is falling, the wind is whipping, and I am laughing as I stare out the window of the warm bus and contemplate the fact that this time last year I was crouched unconfortably in a bush somewhere in the middle of nowhere, clad in bright red/orange holding a rifle and wishing I was anywhere but there. My toes would be frozen, and I would most likely have had to pee. But not this morning. This morning I slept until I felt like getting out of bed, and lazily rode to school to type out the rest of my paper. I have not finished it yet, and will not, just like the good ol' high school days, until aprroximately 10 mins before it is due, that is, the extension due date. Just thought I'd share that with y'all.

as yet untitlted

There was a stampede of a slimy white trash herd above the roof in my house and when the dust finally settled, all that was left was a few grimy boxes and a cd from The Game. Translation? The psychos that were living upstairs moved out on 11/29/05. Gonna miss the little buggers.

Enter Daryl. Or maybe its Darren? Or...Deryk...? Anyway, I was bidding my boyfriend adiou a few nights ago, and when I came into the dark porch, he was standing in the corner, all bundled up and I screamed because he quite startled me! Then I nervously said hi and he mumbled something about how he just moved into today, like he was expecting some kind of welcome cake or something and I shoved my key in the door and said a chipper Nice to meet you! and he's like Hi I'm Da(insert proper ending...). I gave him my name (ugh) and bolted inside.

Tis the season to be jolly. Tis the season to chew your nails till they bleed as you pathetically scramble to start(yes...START) your 8 page philosophy paper. Tis the season to bake gingersnap cookies after having spent half an hour squeezing the crap out of a carton of molasses. Tis the season to sympathetically go Christmas shopping with your grumpy boyfriend who rants the whole time about how much he hates Christmas. Tis the season to roast marshmallows over your open fireplace IN YOUR LIVING ROOM (thats right people, envy me...) with said boyfriend and remember why being around him makes you all warm and fuzzy inside. Tis the season to go out the wrong entrance of the mall at 11:00pm after having left your coat in the car, and run around the perimeter to arrive nearly frozen and quite whiney. Tis the season to wish that you had a job so that you could scrape and save and perhaps someday bypass the highway that would take you home and make a beeline for the airport to spent the next month in Hawaii. Tis the season to spend time with the people you love and care about, whoever they may be, because in the end, relationships are what counts in life. So screw the mall and the credit card bills and the near bankrupcy. Lets remember what we are celebrating and why we are celebrating it. You don't have to buy your [enter relative/peer] $100 worth of presents just because he/she is for you. Give people what you WANT to give them, not what you think they want. Isn't that the point? The gifts that I've felt the best about giving have been the ones that nearly cost me nothing. Their worth was in that they were from the heart. I especially feel that way this year because I am *sigh* a struggling college student and probably won't be able to get very many, if any at all, presents (so i joke that I'm gonna learn to knit in the next week and somehow manage to make everyone i know a scarf!)And please remember...even if you don't have money, you have things which are worth far more. Time, compassion, a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, a smile, a hello.

Rebirth

Haha isnt the title lame? I thought so too. You see, the thing about blogs is that, unless you're Paris Hilton, no one really follows them TO THE LETTER. Infact, as I am typing this, no one knows are even cares about this blog. And that is why I love them. Because you write to the world, but really, you're only writing to yourself.
I'm going to begin my blog like I never missed a beat.....



I intended to spend the long weekend studying furiously for my physics midterm next Thursday, but instead spent it sulking about my leaky radiator. Being stranded put me in a very bad mood, that and I was waiting for Boston Pizza to call back and tell me that I'M HIRED! Buuuut that didn't happen. So now I won't have a day off really until Christmas, and that sucks. I live in a different city now. My life is pretty much completely changed since the last time I wrote in here, not like anyone's listening anyways. I will not backtrack at this time.
I live beneath a herd of porn-watching, chain-smoking, rap-blaring, profanity-spewing elephants. That's the sugar coated version. Just thought I'd introduce them. They will make guest appearances in this blog every now and again.
On April 27th, 2005, my car broke down in Verillion, Alberta. My radiator was shot.
On June 23rd, 2005, my car broke down in my hometown. One of the lugnuts was seared.
On June 27th, 2005, my car broke down about 30ft from the last time. The driver-side axle fell off.
The repairs for these incidents cost me over $2500, much of which I have yet to pay off. It is my every waking thought and constant goal. However, living off student loans does not allow one to finance car repairs. SO I WANT A JOB. Not just any job.
I WANT TO BE A WAITRESS
Around April 13, I had two interviews for a waitressing job at Boston Pizza. I didn't get hired but found out later that it was only because of my availability. I was working at a clothing store at the time and didn't get off work until 5:30pm. Last Tuesday, November 7th, I had an interview at Boston Pizza, and they said they would call Thursay either way. They did not call. I don't know if i should hold on to the little bit of hope that I have that they haven't hired yet because they were too busy during the long weekend, or convince myself that I didn't get the job. I cannot describe how much I want this job. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
So sulking around about my car and unemployment sucked, so I bought myself 2 CD's to cheer me up! :) They are: Ashlee Simpson "I Am Me" and Death Cab for Cutie "Plans." So far I like DCFC better. Infact, I love it. It has the same singer as Postal Service, which I also love and was going to buy, but It was twice as much. I am content with this one for now, but I also want PS in the future. I am still really bummed out about BP's. I even did Calculus homework to take my mind off it! Stay posted for further announcements. Since I know no one is listening, I'll cross my fingers for myself.....


E@RFE@ST: "The Sound of Settling">Death Cab For Cutie

Miss Brightside

Coming out of my cage and i been doin just fine
gotta gotta be down because i want it all
it started out with a kiss
how did it end up like this
IT WAS ONLY A KISS
it was ONLY a kiss
now im falling asleep and shes calling a cab
while hes having a smoke and shes taking a drag
now they're going to bed and my stomach is sick
and its all in my head but shes touching his chest now
he takes off her dress now
LET ME GO
cuz i just cant look
its KILLING me
and taking control

JEALOUSY
turing saints into the sea
swimming through SICK lullabies
choking on your allabies
but ITS JUST THE PRICE I PAY
destiny is calling me
open up my eager eyes
cuz im missbrightside

The girl with the broken smile

Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself.
She was always there to help him
he always belonged to someone else
I ran for miles and miles and wound up at your door.
I wanted you so many times and still want so much more.

I don't mind spending everyday
out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
ask her if she wants to stay a while
and she will be loved
she will be loved

Tap on my window
knock on my door
you make me want to be beautiful
I know i tend to get so insecure
it doesn't matter anymore.
Its not always rainbows and butterflies
its compromise
it moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
you come anytime you want!

I wouldnt mind spending everyday
out on your corner in the pouring rain
and i dont mind the mistakes that you make
cuz when it comes to that im just the same
so you will be loved
you will be loved
you will be loved

Do you know why I hide alone in my van?
Do you know all of thing that make me who i am?
Do you know that goodbye means nothing at all?
I'll come back cuz i want to catch you everytime you fall

Tap on my window
Knock on my door
I never told you you're beautiful

I feel like I'm spending everyday
out on your corner in the pouring rain.
I am the girl with the broken smile.
I wish you'd call me every once in a while
Will she be loved?
Will she be loved?
Will she be loved?
Will she be loved?
(I have tried so hard to say goodbye)
(I have tried so hard to say goodbye)