Here, suck on a fishermans friend!

I'm sick, and what's more, I am addicted to those cough candies. Oh, and whats more than that, I think I have been a bit doped up for the last 3 days because of them. There is nothing that says how many of them to eat before its too many, and since I have been writing essays and studying I eat them without noticing which means that... Oh man, I could be in trouble, I hope my essays don't reflect my mental state.

"I'll soothe your throat, don't you worry"

Death star!!

As a final P.S!!

On that new CD that I bought yesterday (see below), there is a song by the Presidents called "Deathstar," and since so many of my friends are total geeks and Star Wars nerds, I shall share with everyone the lyrics.

Lando: "That blast came from the Death Star! That thing's operational!" or if you prefer...

The Emperor: "Now witness the firepower of this fully ARMED and OPERATIONAL battle station!"

"Death Star"
Good evening, ...., it's for you
Hanging in the stars, suspended from the dark
Life is long and heavy like a shadow on a spark and it will blow

Massive killer orb hovering around
Looking for a spot to blast the good guys on the ground before they know
What hit them from above

It's the death star, something so incredible
Death star, something indestructible
Death star, massive and maniacal
Death star, teeny weeny vulnerable hole

Somewhere deep inside shifty to the core
The tank is full and fuelled
By the dark side of the force that makes it go to and fro
KillingBlack hearted ball roll the devils dice
Destroy it one more time cause it's so good they built it twice
But now no more
No more, no more

It's the death star, something so incredible
Death star, something indestructible
Death star, massive and maniacal
Death star, teeny weeny vulnerable
Death star, something so incredible
Death star, something indestructible
Death star, massive and maniacal
Death star, teeny weeny vulnerable hole

Goodbye, death star
You were the largest weapon, ever manufactured.

My Obsession turned Collection. Pt. 1

I have finally done it. I have wanted to do it for a long time now, and now that I've done it, I feel a bit empty inside.

It all started back in the day, a long time ago in a galaxy not so far away. We were dressed in flannel, sitting on couches with nails sticking out of them in the back of Greg's 'yoda. There were crashing cars with cement-filled doors and luckily, Lucky beer. There were lots of people, and there were the Presidents. I'm especially glad that the Presidents were the only obsession of that day that have stuck with me. Otherwise you might see a more flannel-clothed girl sitting before you.

The Presidents are a band of three, with a guitarist, a bassist, and a drummer. While the band should have 6 strings on each guitar, they only have 3 and 2 respectively. Even with this lack of strings, they have no lack of nonsensical songs and catchy beats. Lots of their songs are about "Peaches," or "Postmen," or "Toob Amplifiers." Everytime I hear them, I'm amazed by them.

Greg had a mixed CD with the song "Peaches" on it by the Presidents of the United States. Immediately I was intrigued. Time went by, and Greg fueled my ambition further by encouraging me to buy all of their cds.

My Obsession turned Collection! pt. 2

Anyways the point of my story, is that yesterday, whilst Blake, Troy, Emily and I wandered around Pawn Shop alley, we came across the across the two albums that I didn't have.

I picked up 'II' (that I had previously just had burned) and "Freaked out and Small," of which there are only 25,000 out. If anyone sees a casette called "Froggystyle" by them, I will pay you whatever you buy it for... and more!

Think of the pastabilities.

The best band in the world, I like that they are total geeks!

They are just so awesome, they like ninjas (ooh ninjas) and swamps and they even have my name in one of their songs. Check it out!

Love Everybody (selected lyrics)

Bryn was worth billions, she was killingly beautiful

A diamond with the venomous charm

Harvey was starving, carving tattoos on the punks,

Called himself "DaVinci of arms"

She was high on twinkies when she pulled in thinking

She could just get in and out, convenience is bliss

By the flash on the wall, she seemed twenty feet tall

And this is what he put on her fist! It said

You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves

You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves (yeah!)

Anyways, thats far more than you needed to know about how much I love them. If you're curious, I'll let you listen to them all.

P.S - I imagine that this post is so long because I should be studying. Oh yes, and also I saw "V for Vendetta" last night, which is definetely the best movie I've seen in a long time, politically mided with a great plot and dialogue. Go take a new date to it, and you can analyse their reaction as to how openminded they are.

An excellent movie!

Hallway Cookers?

Why do apartment building hallways always smell like terrible cooking? Why can't people who live in apartments cook cinnamon buns, spaghetti and tomato sauce or pumpkin pies. Why must all apartment hallways smell like fish bladder soup and stale campers filled with molding life jackets and tormented ice cream pales of half submerged rocks and wildlife?

Just a question...

Congratulations to Megan, who won a poetry contest at Dalhousie!
Check it out, shes about half way down the page!

http://english.dal.ca/News/index.php

Quarter Term From Hell

Stressed out to the max-i-mum.

I've had a not so good time lately trying to manage my time -and- do the stuff that I want to do.

So, that means that the couple of days (or in the case of yesterday) I started studying for the test the day before the test, and was still reading parts of the text this morning, mere minutes before the 'quarter-term from hell.' Let me tell you, I am not impressed with Psychology 292, nor am I any more impressed by the teacher.

Generally, his tests include a couple of multiple choice questions, some matching, a couple of fill in the blanks and a dash of short essay questions. So no matter what, your forte was in the test. But not today, this fine day we had 60 multiple choice questions in 50 minutes. It was nuts trying to figure them out. And he wasnt nice about it either, they were all questions that 2 or more of the options could have been correct. And whats more, often it was hard to even narrow it down to two. Anyways, by the end I didnt and couldnt care anymore about PSTD or the 'external locus of control' and stood up, walked to the front of the class, and kicked the teacher square in the kisser. Then I had to wrestle off the lady who arranges the tests, and then finally the security gaurds. Lucky for me, Ive been walking up and down the hill lots lately, and the security gaurds are even less active than a three story sloth. (My current obsession).

Point of the story - I hate school and I think this picture is funny!

This was a historic 'wine night!'
I'm not yet sure what was happening.

Yah Canada!

Well, as I checked out CBC this morning, I thought everyone might get a bit of a laugh out of this. Only Canadians...

http://www.cbc.ca/story/canada/national/2006/03/08/20060308-timmys.html

Yet another example of our nationalism!

Seating Conundrum

A moral dilemna has been plaguing me for the past couple of weeks.

My psychology class is in a large theatre. It is much like any cinema that you might encounter. It is shell shaped, and there are two aisles and tiered rows of seating. My class is not really large (probably only 10oish people) but every day I feel a bit guilty. I don't know anyone in this class, so I sit alone about half way up on the left section, on the right side of the section (hopefully you are still following). I sit on the very edge without fail everyday (making it difficult to move past me, and for generally for anyone else to sit in this prime row), so is it university-ally right?? No one wants to disturb the girl who has to be mean (due to no friends) and therefore to sit in the row, have to go to the top and cross over and back down. Should I -gasp- sit in another seat?

The first random roomate picture. (TJ and Schuyler, if you didn't know)

A Second Try at a First Post

Well, I've already changed my mind, and changed the url of my post. I promise that it will stay this way from this day forward.

Thanks to Blake for the name!

I still would like your guys' opinion on the 'boy with boobs' thing. It would be pretty easy to see it in the 'transexual' sort of way, but I mean it in the tomboy sort of way. Greg mentioned it quite awhile ago, and it has stuck with me since.