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I've been busy and now I'm sick, so from now on I refuse to ever be busy again... starting in the year 2009.

Its been quite a weekend.
Here are some developments:

-My father told me that I am going to remain single for the rest of my life because of my poor table manners. He may be right... Unless I manage to avoid eating meals with boys for the rest of my life.

-I met some anarchists at a party on Saturday night. They were the first true blue anarchists that I've ever met. They weren't as fun as I thought they'd be. They were all political and stuff... All I wanted to do was rearrange furniture and hog the cd player.

-I have fully entered patheticness by purchasing Kelly Clarkson tickets. It used to be that all I really had was my fabulous taste in music... Now even that is shot down the drain.

-The realization came to me yesterday that my promotion at work was probably given to me as a punishment. Now that I am management, I have to actually *shudder* do my job... That really bites the big one!

Oh... and its T-minus five days until university applications are due and I have yet to start on them.

Just finished watching Gilmore Girls... shoutout to Luke and Lorelai: Have sex and get it over with already. Your fight is long overdue for some makeup sex... if it doesn't happen by next week, I'm moving to another network. Oh and Rory... when did you turn into such a dried up cunt? Remember when you were pretty and read books? Slut.

Oh... and I might be dying. Got a doctors appointment on Thursday to find out what the deal is with my abnormal blood tests... DUM DUM DUUUUUUM!!!

Tune in next week to find out what diseases slash illnesses I have. Maybe I have them all...

Off to watch my American Idol tapes now. Note to self: Tell job that work is not an option on American Idol nights... oh shit... American Idol Night is every night this year, apparently.

Thanks. Bye.

Sometimes I'm Alive.

I find blogging too be a little too hard.
I can't ever seem to remember to actually post.
I'm gonna try really hard to post more often.

Alright, let's get it started... Which reminds me, I just found out while watching a classic OC episode (can it really be considered classic after one year?) at work today, that the Black Eyed Peas song is Let's Get Retarded. I thought it was Let's Get it Started... seems that is the censored version... since when has retarded become a swear word? Meh.

So anyways, here are my "things" of the week:
We all know that I have quite possibly the shortest attention span on the earth, so when I get into something, I usually just obsess over it for a week or so and then I'm onto the next thing...
So here are some things that have consumed my world lately:

MUSIC:
I am REALLY into hardcore girl punk rock music. LE TIGRE is a must. I can be seen jumping around my roomn to the new Le Tigre cd, while trying to apply hot pink lipstick at the same time.

MOVIES:
Wow, I am having a really tacky couple of days because wacko sci-fi movies like LOGAN'S RUN and LABYRINTH are so totally all I can talk about lately. Oh and MOTORCYCLE DIARIES came out this week, along with DONNIE DARKO the Director's Cut... so I should get around to buying them...

TV:
Well, I've always been a GILMORE GIRLS fan, mostly because I finally found people who talk faster than I do. But I have to say that this weeks episode was a notch above the rest this season. You think its going down and then they get you back into it. Oh and i bought the dvds of the first two seasons awhile back and have been watching a lot of those ones.
Special mention to THE SIMPLE LIFE. I'm sorry, but it is the funniest show on television, god dammit! Paris and Nicole as interns is the most entertaining shit I can think of.

BOOKS:
Well... I know I said I would get back into reading something worthwhile after I dropped out of school for the semester, but I've been held back a little tad. I guess after being tortured by the english department for months, it's hard to get back into the reading world. I have been reading from my AMERICAN SPLENDOR anthology though... I don't know if it would count seeing as its a comic book... although we can boost it up to graphic novel. But I have been looking for something fun to read. I'll take suggestions. Something funny and racy. Something the english department at McGill would frown upon. So that eliminates Chaucer and Milton.

CANDY:
Going retro with AIRHEADS. Best candy in the world... who cares if they went out of fashion in 1988. They look like smashed crayola crayons and taste like sugar.

BOY OF THE WEEK:
Its Brad Renfro week and that means all things Brad Renfro. I watched THE CURE the other day and bawled for hours. Next up is BULLY. Mmmmmm...Brad Renfro.

OBSESSION OF THE WEEK:
Trying to get Bell Mobility to give me a new cell phone, solely on the basis that I don't like mine. Victory WILL be mine.

Well thats all for now kids,
keep it real.
Thanks. Bye.

Corner Gas (the real life account)

Today, I faced my fears head on and tried the selp serve at the gas station for the very first time.
Now, I'm not a stranger to the self serve, but the direct pay had always intimidated me. So I would usually go inside the convenient store to pay, for fear that I will make a fool of myself in front of all the gas pumping experts.
Today I had enough though. I was different today. Brave, almost.
And you know what?
I KICKED ASS!
I got out of the car at the same time as this middle aged man in an SUV, and he looked like quite the expert. But it was I, the rookie, the amateur, who got into my car first and drove away. Not one wrong button, not one wrong move. I was perfectly in sync with the procedure.
I feel like a new woman!
I should go out and buy myself a pair of high heeled boots, while I strut my stuff on the boulevard.
Yes, I am definitely feeling proud of myself right now.
So this is what they meant when they talked about women's liberation...

I'm no less wiser than I was yesterday.

I got my wisdom teeth taken out today.

I found the whole experience to be somewhat amusing.
There was one particular moment that stuck with me because of the odd, tranquility of the hectic instance.

Imagine this:

I'm sitting in the dentist's chair, my mouth completely frozen to the point where I can't even swallow because my throat is numb. I had made a cd the night before to distract me while the dreaded procedure too place. It consisted of really comforting music like Nick Drake and the Smashing Pumpkin's Sheila (a personal favorite of mine). Well at this particular moment, I had Jeff Buckley's cover of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah blaring into my ears, while the dentists had my bottom tooth clutched with whatever tool he was using and was pulling as hard as he could. Supposedly I had really long roots, so a simple tug wouldn't do it.
So there I am, with the eerily haunting Hallelujah playing in my ear, as I tried best I could to keep a grip on the chair, with fear of falling off as the dentist pulled so hard he almost lifted the whole of me up with the tooth.
I just started giggling to myself once the tooth was out because of what I had just experienced. The dentist and his assistant just stared ast me like I was crazy.

Speaking of the assistant... I felt like I was having oral surgery with a 5 year old in the room. She kept wanting to hear my music and would talk for hours on end. She also told me to squeeze her hand if I was in a lot of pain, only to her that meant HER squeezing MY hand whenever something scary was about to happen. Why do some people do that? They take your hand so that you feel comfort but they end up hurting you more than the actual procedure does. Not to mention that I couldn't live in blissful ignorance of what was going on in my mouth. She would giggle and tell me how much blood I had on my face. Nice.

So I've been home all day and so far I've eating mashed potatoes, creamed cauliflower, and a chocolate milkshake. Tommorrow I'm going to try scrambled eggs and applesauce.

I take 3 advils and 1 extra strength tylenol every four hours.

All in all, I give this experience an 8 on 10. I get to miss a week of work and watch a lot of movies, but I'm sick of tasting blood in my mouth constantly.

Thats all folks.
More later when I'm not icing my face.