Respect that .

"Number 77........number 78..............79.........80...." 

I went to the hospital with my dad today cause he needed to get a blood test and I well I was just bothered by a couple things. Or, I guess they just stood out in my crazy mind. 

Dad had to get a blood test in the hospital downtown, since he had a small surgery there a couple weeks and well we go and I sit down while he goes to the reception to check in and comes back with a number. A black piece of plastic with the number 77 on it. Next to me, there were other patients with different numbers, many of them with numbers before 77. We didn't really wait long, that wasn't the problem. I guess the problem was that it bothered me how patients, rather people were being represented by numbers. I know it is probably more efficient, and all that bullshit, but it all feels so...cold. I mean, in a hospital people feel SO vulnerable as is and to not be represented as people, but numbers makes things so impersonal. 

Shit, I don't even think its logical for it to bother me, but I mean it does. And it scares me because because my parents are getting older and as much as I try to be there, it scares me to think how they'll be treated when I can't be around. I don't want these stupid hospital workers poking and prodding at them, and at him, like he's nothing. Sigh. It just really bothered me and I really felt like taking my dads arm and leaving. I guess thats love though right? I just want him to be treated wonderfully. ...

Anyways, I guess I'll tell you about the McDonalds thing. We'll the whole family has been on this new regime of eating, eating better, though as mentioned before, dads the only one who really had to join the rest of us. But, anyways he felt like spoiling himself today, and after a couple months of not eating any fast food, I thought he deserved it. So, we go to McDonalds and from the time we were at the end of the line, to the time where we made our order, there was a group of family (looked like a mother and two older daughters) complaining. Their first complaint was that the burger on their Big Mac wasn't straight. So, the manager gave them a new burger post their complaint. The second complaint was that their fries we're getting "cold" (even though they ate half while waiting for their food), so again the manager threw out their two orders of fries and gave them a new set. Then, they went further to complain that their chicken sandwich was going to get cold if the Big Mac did not get there in 20 seconds. So, of course, they gave them ANOTHER chicken sandwich. 

That's two meals thrown out. It just really bothered me how rude they we're to the employees at McDonalds, at MCDONALDS. You get what you pay for and I mean are you seriously going to get angry about a burger not being straight on your bun? They have hands, they can fix it, if they can eat it. And, thats exactly it, they're going to eat it..what the hell does it matter if its not centered. Sigh. I guess its just a huge respect thing and I can't understand how people can be SO disrespectful. 

Bah. Those people can go suck a lemon. If I wasn't composed (bahaha) and polite..I would've given them the lemon myself. 

Anyways, I know I've been SO undedicated to my blog lately..I've had a lot of things on my mind..er which I guess means I really should be bloggin'..but ehn. 

Until the motor stops running, sleep well on that daisy. 

And it is...

I was talking to a friend of mine the other day about how growing up things have changed, we've both evolved, gained things; and lost things, and it got me thinking to what one thing I used to have that I don't anymore.

It also got me thinking, that it is really hard to narrow it down to one thing. I mean, I'd love to have the original Super Nintendo, with the Duck Hunt game and the classic Mario game, but I'm pretty sure we got rid of that when I was like..8, maybe.

At this point too, I'd also like to have the old gas prices we used to, back when I was a kid and exepensive would be like 52 cents, but knowing the era we live it now it'll never happen again.

Mmmm. I guess I could say that (as cheesy as it sounds) I kid of wish I still had that family bond I used to. I mean, I guess we, and by "we" I mean my family in general. We're all older now and be being the youngest, Im still a homebody, as much as I can't wait to move out, but my older sisters, kind of have a life of their own, an attitude of their own, and a superiority complex of their own, and I guess I miss being the youngest, and being really young cause those we're probably some of the best times I shared with my sisters.

Stupid things like burrying eachother in the sand, or me being the little sister they play pranks on, or whatever. Adulthood (ugh.) is great and everything with the whole "independence" shiz, but sometimes I want to go back to being like 7, and me and my sisters throwing our own basement fashion shows and fighting over the last slice of pizza. Now, its no fun, we all just give up the slice of pizza to eachother!

I know its a part of life, but sometimes growing up and changing, can suck!

What about you guys? Whats one (even though I obviously put more) thing that you used to have, that you don't anymore?

Alright, until next time mates, don't let them kids eat all the junkfood and wash those hubcaps!

Cheers:)

Hell, no I am not your booty call!

I am not your booty call damnit!!!

So, there definitely is a story to this that I am obviously going to share, since I'd like to say my identity is a secret and therefore I have no shame. Not that it's anything to have shame about, but  well it is just frustrating!! Okay, so I guess I'll give you the history, eww god I hate history. 

So, a friend of mine, lets call him Jack (even though I don't think it really fits). Well Jack and I have known each other for about a decade now and well let's just say me and Jack have been somewhat attracted to each other, but have never really followed through, since we both live a couple hours from each other and thus we both don't want to get into something complicated where long road visits are involved, etcetera. 

We'll last year, among our seldom visits a year with each other, Jack drove down and us being as broke as we we're just drove down to the beaches instead of lets say, going out for dinner, or coming over to my place where the rents would make things terribly awkward, since well, I don't like to introduce any of my guy friends cause well, its my personal life, the only thing I have left to myself, that they don't know about. I guess thats what you get for being the youngest daughter. Ugh. 

Moving on, well Jack decided that that night was going to be the night he made a move, and well, see I get nervous with people I might actually like, rather than...some one I'd meet at a party (oh god, I'm sounding like one of those girls)..okay, but no, I am not one of those girls who'll take home a guy, or go over to his place. Keep that in mind!! So well, after telling him how, well..if something were to happen, he'd better promise it wouldn't make things awkward. Thats, ask-able right? Well, things did get awkward, but thats a completely different story, for a completely other blog I'll never write. So well, I got home at five in the morning and that was the end of that night. 

A couple months later, Jack and I, and a couple other friends got a hotel room, and well, lets just say it was a repeat of the car between me and Jack... Fine, I was okay with it. Whatever happens in the hotel room, stays in the hotel room. Now, I was kind of beginning to think that, I really should, well I guess, resist if he makes a move so that he doesn't think our friendship is..all about that. Right? Thats definitely a smart plan, I thought. But, as a woman, with a pretty fly man in front of her, its pretty much easier said than done. But goddamnit I am paying for it now (but, with him ..I totally can't help it!!)

Jack decides to text me the other day..and well, the conversation went like this:

J: Fuuucccck I am bored

Me: Aw, well I'm eating dinner now but I'll try to entertain you when Im done

J: I'm stuck at school with no internet and no tv

Me: That sucks! go for a cruise or something

J: I was thinking of going home but that would cost a lot in gas

Me: Do'er up

J: Yeah but tha'd be the Wuss way out. What's your week look like

Me: My week? A whole lot of nothing

J: You should come and watch me study ; )

Me: Haha, if I drove, I maybe would but you know you probably wouldn't get any studying done. 

J: I don't know if this is awkward, but I'd totally come pick you up right now...

Um. Hello. No thank you, because I definitely know what that would mean. I mean, not that I am 100 percent opposed. Well, I guess I am oppossed, in the sense that our friendship isn't just about that. But I mean seriously, SERIOUSLY..I am not your booty call. Now see, I would've probably gone over, had that not clicked into my head. Why couldn't he have said something like...we should..hang out and um go to the movies, and then I'll drop you off home with my urges being contained. Pffft. What am I thinking. But seriously, I = not your booty call. Maybe only when I feel like it..BUT NO!

I thought you guys and gals might enjoy that. Maybe you've been in a somewhat similar position (I hope)..and have any particular and brilliant thoughts : D!

Until the apple seed leaves its nest, squeeze those lemons and fight them owls off!!

Cheers mates. 

Green P, saves the day.

So I definitely have not posted in a couple days. I was going to post last night, but then I got caught up watching Sex and the City (ugh..yes I am one of those girls..BUT only recently). In any case, my life has not been that exciting the past few days other than the odd walk to Starbuck's and batting golf balls in the park with some chums. 

I guess today was a little more interesting. The mom and I decided to go down to St. Lawrence Market, which is a little (well not really little) market in downtown Toronto where vendors sell everything from meat to cheese, to jewelry and more meat. Can't complain, I do love my meat and cheese. But anyways before actually being able to go food shopping, we needed to park. Luckily (or so we thought) there was a parking lot right across from the market asking for flat rate of 7 dollars. We decided it was a pretty alright deal, so we parked the car and went to the window to pay. There was a woman who was in charge..and well I can only describe her by one word: Bleep. That's right. Feel free to interpret that bleep in anyway you wish, as long as it has a negative connotation. I thought it might be more fun and creative for you to decide on the bleep then me saying it right out loud. But anyways, here is how the conversation went:

Me: "How much is parking?"

Her: "9 dollarz"

Me: "We'll I only have 7"

Her: (shrugs) "9 dollarz"

Me: "Well your sign says 7, its deceiving"

Her: "It iz not dezcieving. How zee hell is it dizcieving?" 

Me: "Um.. well your sign says 7 dollars and you're asking for 9"

Her: "Noh. The zign zays 7.46 plus tax. Where you go where they charge no tax? NO WHERE. Maybe you can go to zee other parking lot if you have a problem"

Me: "Maybe I will."

And I did. And I only had to pay 4 dollars. Thats right lady, if you're reading this, which you're probably not cause you're trapped in your stupid little box with your stupid little attitude, I went to the other parking lot, and paid less than half of what you decided you wanted to charge, thank you very much. 

Anyways, so the other parking lot is Green P, which I now love. I felt pretty good too cause there was a lady whose credit card wasn't being accepted by the machine, so I gave her change, a whole 3 dollars.  I'd say it was a pretty good Samaritan act. So, we were parked, happy and now it was time to go shop for meat, and cheese, and more cheese. Final tally was 50 bucks worth of food. But let me tell you what we got:

Herb and Garlic Havarti: totally melts in your mouth. 

Brie Cheese: mmm..so smooth. 

Cream Cheese with Chives: delicious. 

Olives stuffed with red pepper and feta cheese: Also VERY good. 

Capriollo: haven't tried that one, but dad loves it. 

Rosemary Ham: One word: heaven.

Sundried Tomato Turkey:  also heaven. 

4 hazelnut Truffles: worth the money.

All in all it was a pretty good fetch of food, definitely gonna dig into it tonight, as a midnight snack. Also, I've decided that when I move out of the house my downtown location will be around that area. I wanna be able to wake up in the afternoon, and go get some fresh fruit and cheese. I'll go every week and be recognized by all the little vendors who will know my "usual." That is my plan. OH and also, I've decided that when I do graduate, Im going to Australia to work (my Australian blogger of a friend will like this part). SO excited. 

Well I think thats all the interesting things I have to stay.."interesting." But if all of you are in the Toronto area (which first means you would have to be in Canada) go to St. Lawrence Market for some good fresh eatin.' OH and then go to Kensington Market for some good deals on original jewelry, clothing, oh and yes, there are more cheese and meat shops there too. 

Until the phone rings, go drink that glass of water and bake a pie. 

Cheers mates .

A treat, you'll want to meet.

Thought I would do something deliciously different. Dads been diagnosed with diabetes recently, so he's joined me and the rest of the girls in the health conscious eating plan and therefore we've of course been making him convert to the whole wheat pasta's, breads, crackers, cereal, low-fat junk food etc etc. This means that we've been eating a lot of salads, which I have to say I am ecstatic about. So today I am showing and giving you the recipe, forwhat I made for my lovely family for dinner, though we did have some steak on the side...but shh. (So, not my style of blog, but Im too proud not to share it = ) )

Summer Spinach and Pasta Salad 

This is what you'll need:

A box of Whole Wheat Pasta (you can do white pasta if you want)

4 ounces of feta cheese

1 handful of mushrooms, diced. 

1 red pepper

Black olives (as much or as little as you like)

1 bag of baby spinach, chopped up (makes it easier to mix in with the rest of the stuff)

3 table spoons of diced almonds

Balsamic Vinegar

Mayonnaise

Olive oil

Salt 

Pepper

1 garlic glove

Boil a pot of water and then pour the pasta in. While the water is boiling, wash your vegetables and begin to chop up the baby spinach leaves. Chop up the mushrooms and throw them in the bowl with the spinach. De-Seed your black olives and throw in the bowl as well, crumble your feta cheese into fine chunks. Strain the pasta upon completion and run under cold water to cool down, since this is a cold pasta salad. Once the pasta is cold, throw it in the bowl with the rest of the ingredients. Next, get a small pan and pour a dash of olive oil, and throw in the almonds, with the stove on medium. You just want to slightly roast your almond slices to give a little ZING to the pasta salad. Once they're roasted, throw them on top of the salad bowl. 

For the dressing, I found that a balsamic glaze works best with the combination of food. So you can use your discretion on how much or how little to use of Balsamic Vinegar since it does have a strong taste. But either way you want to mix olive oil (more olive oil than balsamic), with the balsamic, salt and pepper, 1 teaspoon of mayonnaise (to give it a nice creamy coating ability) and a glove of garlic (or garlic powder). Blend it all together, taste it..and you have your dressing. Throw it in the bowl, mix and enjoy!! 

diggin through the past.

Untitled.

We will always love the first one; the one that loved us first.
We say we wont; but we do.
We say we can forget; but we cant.
We say we will, one day; but we don't ever.
Our friends tell us we're better; we are.
But we forget to tell ourselves.
Instead we fall back into our old routine; the first routine.
We hold our hearts close; to them and everything they love; everything we love.
It is a lie we tell ourselves; the belief that we will one day get over it.
We try not to fall; but we fall harder than imagined.
We sing ourselves lullabies to forget the things that hurt; the things we grieve.
Intense emotions ride over us; our common sense.
Try as we may to build ourselves up; but we're broken inside.
We love until we can't love anymore; we cry until there are no tears left.
We breathe until our last breath; but we forget to allow ourselves that pain.
We are not weak inside; but we attempt to justify our sadness as an excuse for our weaknesses.


Hey so, I totally was cleaning out my documents and found this from way back when..and from way back
when I mean from last year. I was a bit of a depresso, but I think its kind of , KIND OF, beautiful in some messed
up way.
Anyways, I know this is kind of like a second post for today, but writting a blog at 2 in the morning doesn't count.
And now that schools over, I can get back to writting blogs during the time owls are NOT out.

Even just 1 hour. ....

So after a long couple weeks of studying at Country Style, Starbucks, Swiss Chalet and the Library, me and my best survived and made it to the start of our summer. Along the way of course, food and coffee became our companions and our only mean of staying awake and motivated. Among the coffee cups we drank from--which tallied to a couple dozen--and courtesy of Country Style, we had fancy cups with thought provoking  sayings; this one of which was my favorite. We pretty much sat there for a couple minutes talking about them, instead of studying. But like I said, this one was my favorite. 

 I thought about it long and hard when I got home, because at Country Style my response was White Ninja who I completely understand is a fictional comic character, but he totally fits my weirdness and laughs at anything according to his comics..though that might actually mean I'd rather have lunch with the creator of White Ninja. In any case, I thought about it long and hard. I thought first of a famous person that I'd want to have lunch with, and if I had to chose I'd probably say Audrey Hepburn, mainly because she's who I believe, embellishes true beauty and class. But then I thought I'd definitely rather have lunch with someone who meant something more to me, and I thought about my grandpa. 

My grandpa passed away when I was two, I think, so of course I really don't remember anything about him. I only know what I've seen in pictures and what my mom has told me. And from what she's told me he really seemed like the kind of person I'd want to re-meet at an age I'd actually remember. My mom loved him to death, obviously and to this day, little things remind her of him, and she always makes a point to tell me about the little things he used to do Things like warming up milk and cookies for her in the middle of the night, picking her up and purting her on his knee, singing to her in the morning. I only wish that I could've seen that, that I could've had that from him. Everyone always has grandpa and grandma stories, and for me, unfortunately I wasn't lucky enough for that. If he's anything like my mom, I'm pretty sure I'd fall in love with him and be that granddaughter who would go and make/eat breakfast (or lunch ; ) ) at his place every Saturday. 

From the pictures I've seen, his face has been filled with such grace, happiness and kindness. I remember once that I fell in love with a picture of my mom and him, so much so that I blew it up, with a poem (cheesy, I know) and gave it to her for mothers day. She was all dolled up (I think it was her wedding day) and she was hugging him and his face had the most peaceful smile. He was so proud of her and so filled with joy. 

 

I can't stress enough how much I wish I could've had that with her dad. I mean I love my dad to death, but I think knowing the rest of your family is such a lucky thing to have and for me, the only extended grandpas and grandmas I got to know, was my dad's mom, and now she's passed away too. 

I guess I just wish I had him as part of my life. Even for one day. One hour. It would be a pretty sweet hour and I'm pretty sure we'd get along great. It makes it worse too when Mom tells me that he'd fall in love with me, and that I'd make him proud. Though, I guess things are the way they are for a reason. 

Anyways, thats who I would want to have lunch with. What about you chums? Who in the "whole-wide-world" would you want as a lunch date ? Ms. Piggy? John Lennon? Your great, great, great grandma?

Until the mind rumbles next, watch the geese and make some toast. 

cheers. 

Purr-roud.

Thats right, I am your modern day Diva. 

I will ask for BBQ sauce instead of ketchup with my fries, thank you very much. 

I do dance in my underwear in my room, in the morning, evening and night.

I will not  leave the house without making sure, I feel good and look good. 

I do  sleep and will continue to sleep until 2 p.m..

I will continue to sing to my radio at the top of my lungs in my car driving down the street. 

I am not afraid to challenge your opinion. 

I will write things even if you don't want to read them. 

I will get EXTRA cheese on my pizza, and bacon to go with it. 

I won't call you back right away, but when I do, I'll make sure the conversation doesn't end. 

I will mooch as much as I can from the world

I am a little bit of a photo-whore, but just a little bit. 

I will make you buy me a drink if you're trying to pick me up

I will shake my groove thing, anywhere, anytime to any song.

I am weird and crazy and I won't change for anyone.....

I do sleep in the nude.

I will use the bathroom with the door open and expect you to not walk in...

and Im proud, of all of it. 

Lawfawnda; the beginning of a Diva life, and the end of sanity : )

(So for ya'lls information, I realized that this was a silly little installment, but I was on a bit of a creative high the other night, and what came out was this, and once i started, i couldn't stop)

Love. 

Until next time, keep those shoes out of the rain and throw away that pineapple. 

the diva within

The quiet and dark haired brunette had mixed feelings about the Mr. since she had met him only once and that once wasn't under the greatest conditions. But, she was an open minded gal' and she figured with the liquor brewin' inside, she would play it lax and let the night bring its own impression. Arriving at his house, immediately the Mr. welcomed them with hugs and served served them chicken burgers on the good ol' slice toast momma made during the youngin period. With some real Louisiana BBQ sauce and a stomach rumblin' for food, the dark brunette was already feelin better about the Mr.

Popping open some beers, the light brunette laid arm in arm while the dark brunette watched admiringly. She believed that he seemed alright, and figured with some more liquor to the liver them conversations'll be a flowin soon. It was nearing the early hours of the morning and laugher was filling the air, smiles and drunken looks exchanged between the three, leaving the dark haired girl feelin' good, real good. Music videos were playin on the tube and the dark haired brunette was feelin confident.  

"This girl right here, can bust out them chops better than that girl any day, cause there's a person within with a booty that wanted to come out" she claimed. 

Looking surprised, the Mr. challenged her, taunting that she couldn't. Up for the challenge, she stood up, shook what her momma gave her and sat back down satisfied. 

"Damn, that be some booty bustin' out. Ima' think this girl  really does have an alter-ego underneath all that,,,,a diva...a diva named......Lawfawnda"

It was perfect. Now that he had said it, she knew it was true. Lawfawnda could hide no longer. He knew the truth, he friend knew the truth and now she knew the truth. The only thing she could do, was be proud and strut her stuff. 

And thus, the modern day Diva was born. Lafawnda.

to be continued.....

The secret life of a wannabe diva

Alright, folks. Ladies and gentlemen, I have a secret. I am a diva in disguise. That's right, underneath this laid back, mellow style, released underneath my skin, is Lawfawnda. That's right. She ain't your average chick. Shes a tall, lean, fightin' machine ready to pounce on your every scene. She's fierce, shes haht, she's all you ever thought, shes the one with the bootay you never thought.

It's true. I do have a diva within, and i ain't afraid to shout it, dance it, or sing it. Without no story though, I presume this'll make no sense. So sit back, grab something to lean on, a blanket, a cup of hot cocoa (for the youngins) and maybe somethin a little stronger for the older shnazzy folks, and get ready to hear a tail that'll blow your mind.

It was nearing the end of a terrific night at the local bar where her and her friends had finished dancing the night away and decided walking drunkenly down the streets of downtown Toronto, would end off a perfect night. Walking down Bloor, hand in hand, they swayed back and fourth in laughter loosing shoes as they went. Their laughter roared in the streets and caught the attention of the gentleman across the walkway Being the fly girls they were, they flipped their hair, paying no attention and headed towards the bus stop. Low and behold a cab came and the taller one said she was going to take it home, while the other two said they'd play it old school and take the public transit system.

Sitting on the curb, knees to their chest, the light brunette got a call from the 'uncertain-Mr' asking if she wanted to come over to his place for a wild ending to a great night, filled with chicken burgers and a 12 pack of beer and of course some hot and heated blankets. Looking over to the short, dark and quieter brunette for approval, they both decided to head on over to his place and disappeared onto the coming bus....

to be continued, in the next blog. 

I mean, who doesn't like pie?

So not that the blogging world misses my amazing and profound blogs on life (sarcasm), but I have been rediculously busy being a student. Well I mean REALLY being a student. Its four days before I finish my last exam, then summer, and only now have I been spending my nights, and early early mornings at the local 24 our Country Style and the University library. Wow, I'd say it feels really great, but its actually pretty sad, but we won't talk about that.

Oh but, do let me tell you about my love for this Country Style. I guess well, I am a Timmy addict, but never have I found a calm place to study, where I can spend my nights over a coffee and some books, listening to some beautiful Kate Nash, Iron and Wine, Elvis Costello and dream about how my marks are going to be soo---- okay wait, wait , wait I definetly can't bs anymore. I really am the worst possible student every and am only kicking it in gear now because, its the end of the year and I've gotta play off that miraculous reputation of slacking, but doing amazingly well..you know (even though I totally don't...but shhh).

But in all actuality I figure my final exam I can at least put in a half assed effort, which actually is turning out to be a full fledge ass effort, which I ain't to proud about, cause I like my ass the way it is thank you very much. But 100 pages read in one day thank you very much, though Im pretty peeved about it taking away from my oh so exciting blogging social life. I mean, seriously..would I rather get good grades and become successful and make millions and have the cutest little kids ever and have play dates with my old highschool chums and dinner tea parties when I become old and grey----or would I rather sit at my computer, stare and the screen and blog my life way?...uh easy...the LATTER ..derrr. Pftttttt, who needs to be succesful?

But again, in all seriousness I really did miss my little baby I've got going. Not blogging for 2 whole days can't happen anymore. Maybe I should start blogging with one linerss, though I guarentee they won't be as good as my buddy whose this passionate fella. I'll be like "Hey 'Jimmy(code name)," and he'll be like "Tough times don't last, tough people do." I'll proceed to compliment him and say damn, thats some uh, profound words there, and then he'll go on saying " Life is like a scale. Balance is needed, in doses." And..I'll be something like "Alllrighttt...there...buddy...Im gonna go wash my shoe." hahah. No, but really he is pretty dandy. I'd marry him if he wasn't engaged..at..21. But , since he is he could TOTALLY right my vowes, I'd pay him..well maybe not in cash, and no defiently not in the way you're all thinkin, more like in the form of pies. Cause I mean, who doesn't lie pie right?

Well, I just have to say I am so excited for Friday to come and go: that way I can clean my room, burn my school stuff and maybe cook a nice hearty dinner for the family...or sleep. Sleeping all day would be glories. BUT, Friday also means that Sunday's a c'min which means a 40 , and 12 pack of Keiths (my lover), a couple movies and an X-large pizza, plus a couple of my closest girls , sittin back and relaxing old school. Once Sunday comes, let me tell you, Mondays next. Once Monday's here, that means my new eating habits come into play. Heck yes thats right. Yours truly is going to stop eating for comfort, the way she ate for comfort during her exams. No more hamburgers with bacon...covered in cheddar jack cheese with a diet coke and a frosty chocolate milkshakeeeeee ..wow. Totally almost went into a food coma.

But I can promise you one thing, one Friday rolls around, you won't have to hear about my life, well actually read about my life if we shall say. Instead I'll get back to writting about profound things like the children next door who stare out their windows at my cat.

Until then I hope those beds are made, and those breakfasts are eatin.

Cheers mates, (totally want to be australlian)

Hi my name is Facebook

" Hi, my name is Facebook and I am probably THE larges social network on the internet. Myspace has got nothin on me! Course I cater and focus to high school and college/univeristy students, but lately I've got some hot brawds and older pimps makin their profiles and showing me the love. Hey, I have to say though, I REALLY don't mind. I mean, I've got some cougars jumpin at me, tellin all their friends about me, then they come into the circle and its like one big orgy party.

Anyways, before I get even more excited about them ladies, I've gotta brag about the millions of users all over the world that are a part of me. I'll tell you though, Im wayyy to cool for school. Pfftt, everyone would much rather look at me then at their lectures.Though I guess before I get even more self-righteous, which I am thank you very much, I'll tell you that I know everything and anything about anyone and anywhere. These people that are under my power, TOTALLY spill the beans in their little "notes." OH and in their events they post/attend, which I of course know about, means that I can TOTALLY go to and meet some more ladies.

Oh and DAMN, pictures can't forget them. No we can't. Pictures of ALL kinds. Pretty sexy I'd say. I'd say Im a pretty lucky fella. I've got strippers posted on peoples pages that I have VIP access to, none of this bullshit "can't see that, cant touch that" like you'd see in the strip clubs. Im too good for that. But I mean, seriously...I get to see people at their worst and at their best, drunk off their heads, hyper off the hizzie, in bathing suits..DAMN. I tell you, if I ain't a pimp, no one is.

So I've definetly got the inside scoop, the popular factor, and of course I'm a millionaire. I've got thousands of companies using me to try and get just as popularized, but I don't mind cause Im gettin' the cashola baby. Seriously though, millions of companies want their adds all over me cause Im THAT popular and they pay me shitloads. I mean do you know how much it costs PER second? A crazy amount that I GET. But thats top secret agent information. I love my power.

Oh and applications, hell what can I say about that. I mean, course they make my game a litlte slower, A LOT slower actually. I mean, I'll load Candy's page (my # 1 stripper picture on facebook) to stalk her a bit, but then she'll have all these applications that she keeps adding, from other people who keep uploading them onto my mainframe. Anyways, it'll take minutes upon minutes to load her page...and I kind of get jelous that all these random people have a part of them on HER page...but so long as I load her page and get a few seconds in, Im good. I don't really need that much time, get in and get out if you catch my drift ; ).

Anyways, like I said I my name is Facebook and I am a part of your life, your friends life, yeah even your pets lives, so get used to it cause I'm just that popular. Oh and while you're at it, on me I mean ; ) , remember that I'm watching your every move, and so is everyone else. But thats okay with me, cause I am JUST that popular. "

Hope you liked my little satiracle (can I call it that?) blog on Facebook. I do love fb don't get me wrong, but I mean it really is crazy how out of hand its getting. Leave me your thoughts.

Anyways, until tomorrow, put that hat on and go dance outside.

Cheers.

Face the consequences

I just watched a video provided by MSNBC news regarding 8 teens that were charged in Florida for videotaping the kidnapping and beating of a fellow classmate. Apparently it started due to a comment posted on facebook about members of the accused that lead them to kidnap her video tape and proceed to punch, hit and beat her. According to MSNBC, the first blow to the head knocked the victim unconscious which after the accused proceeded wake her up only to continue the batery. Questions around how they will be charged and what they will be charged for are circulating, but the charges currently stand as:

1) Batery

2) Witness Tampering

3) Kidnapping and

4)'other misdemeanors.'

The courts say they will be charged as adults but whether the charges will go to trial or into some sort of settlement has not been decided yet. According to state law, the kidnapping charge could lead to a life prison term, witness tampering five years and batery up to one year, but no one expects that the life sentence would actually occur. The girls who participated in the crime were ages 14, 15, and 16. One of the MSN reporters argues that the judge has discretion to make it a juvenile charge and that one of the things that could lead to that would be that it could be considered "a fight between girls" since the accused were upset about something the victim wrote on facebook. According to the videos posted on MSNBC there is the possibility of some of these girls released on bond: 30,000 dollars in monetary bonds, plus all the teens would be placed under house arrest, unable to attend their current school, unable to contact the victim or her family and they'll have restricted access to the Internet. Since many speculate that there will not be any sort of jail sentence, debates about whether releasing on bond would be a slap on the hand, or a real learned lesson. That's the story MSNBC is providing, I hope that I got everything important down, but for now I have to say how disturbed and shookin up I am about this.

I do not, I can not understand why people would want to inflict pain on others and I can not believe that these teens taped it as if they enjoyed the whole process. It disgusts me to think that facebook can lead to something like that. In NO case, other than maybe self-defense, do I think that it is right to cause physical harm to someone, ESPECIALLY over a comment posted on facebook. The 6 girls and 2 boys that participated in the beating definitely have some issues that need to be addressed, and I do not think that setting them out on bond, and under house arrest is enough of a repercussion. I definitely also disagree that a life sentence, or even a jail term would suffice because I believe that its way more important to address issues within the individuals themselves. Obviously they have something wrong with them that makes them think its okay to beat, kidnap and video tape someone in the process and therefore they need to be addressed. I definitely think rather then throwing them in a jail setting that would just keep them barricaded they need to enter into youth programs, anger management programs, community service, maybe a juvenile delinquency center. Whatever the repercussions are, they need to target the problem areas within the individuals themselves. Either way I think the whole think is f'd up and the victim will never forget the emotional scars they inflicted on her.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24067427&GT1=43001 thats the link to the video and article. Let me know what you all think about it. I warn you though, its pretty unsettling.

Update...again?

So I've been pestered by all of these updates my computer has been demanding me to do. I figure they might be why my computers been running slow, so I also figure its a great opportunity to clear up my computer, maybe do some defragmentation (which I am very happy to have learned about, all thanks to one button). I thought perhaps I'd run an anti-spyware program, the one I never run..came up I had 200 critical objects. Tsk tsk. Can't let it get that big anymore. So after I do all that computer junk, again done easily by the click of a couple buttons, I figure I'll get cracking on those updates. Let me tell you though. I never knew how many god damn updates I actually had pestering me. The first was Windows asking me to do some computer updates...Microsoft updates I think. So I'm thinking heck why not. After a couple seconds I see

"....initializing update...1/3 ....complete!"

"....initializing update...2/3...complete!"

Just when I think I'm in the clear, and ready to finish this update, it goes on bitching about how I have to insert a CD..something about...an XP service pack. I mean c'mon, I'd say I'm relatively computer savy...but I can't even find this one CD? I know I have it somewhere, but where, I definitely couldn't tell you. I go on asking my dad about it and hes nagging on about how I can't take care of my own business.. (I thought to myself..when did my computer become a business) anyways he goes on giving me some of his "wisdom" and "advice"...and says "look for it, it'll be in the last place you'd look i bet." WELL DUH. If i found it, then I wouldn't have to look anymore. Wisdom? I call that common sense, thank you very much dad.

Anyways, so I have this update bothering me about how I don't have the CD and I figure it can't be that important, so I continue along and they tell me "In order to complete the update process you need to restart your computer: Restart Now or Restart later." God damnit, all I want to do is finish this update ASAP and get back to my itunes listening. Course I wouldn't care about the restarting, but my laptop takes about a century to shut down. So whatever, I figure I'll restart. 20 minutes later Windows is up and running again ..only to warn me now that Adobe reader (when the hell am I gonna use that? ) wants to update. So I'm thinking, fuckin eh, I've been putting this one off on ignore for a couple months now, I GUESS I'll get it over with. So I wait and wait....10 minutes later, success...its updated. Oh but wait, they want to bother me again..and make me restart my computer AGAIN! I figure I might as well take a 20 minute nap this time.

20..minutes later.

Im thinkin alright, I've got them out of the way, time for some good o'l facebook and some itunes. So naturally I open up facebook and go to this "Who has the bigger brain" game, which is ridiculously addicting, and that of which I've of course played several times. Today though, they're like..."You need to install the newest version of Flash player. Easy enough. Two down, what is one more. I go to the link they direct me to, click on "install" , click on, enable Active...bleh bleh...and wait. They say it'll take a couple minutes and then you'll see a movie, and that's when you'll know its done. So I wait, and wait some more. No luck. 10 minutes..20..minutes...30 minutes..it is still installing. Im thinkin "seriously?" So i decide I really want to play that game..maybe it'll work if I uninstall the current Flash Player on my computer and then re-install. So thats what I do, but now I've gotta restart for any changes in my computer to be effective..says Windows. So I do as they follow..20 minutes later...computers up and running..10 minutes later Flash is installed. HO YEAH! Success!

Course I play the game for a while now, gotta get back in that 4th place I was..figure I deserve it after all that hard hard work installing. But i decide that I want my itunes music instead of the games music, so I open up itunes excited to play some Kate Nash and The Shins..but I'll be damned, itunes wants an update. Isn't that surprising. Course I install it hoping it'll be the last thing I'll have to update. I never knew a computer could have so many gosh darn updates They should just have a whole "update package." Though it makes me wonder how cool it would be to be able to update all parts of your life.

"update my car"

"update my dog"

"update my house"

"update my job"

"and god damnit update my spouse"

If only eh?

Well Im sure I'll be back tomorrow, hopefully with no more updates to mention, unless of course they're about my life ; ). Until then, leave the cheese in the fridge and grab the jerky!

Cheers.

Almost

Springs definetly here, and I can smell summer coming, I can almost see through the walls into blue clear sky, just a couple more trecks of school. It's definetly pretty exciting. For the record todays definetly a better day, realizing after looking outside, that life is pretty grand. Summer plans have the child in me wanting to come out, skip around the lawn, maybe climb the monkey bars. Totally seeing the greener side of things. I've decided that this summer Im gonna be an enthusiast about things, meeting new people, going new places, seeing new things. Its gonna be great. GREEAT.

I'm going away for the summer to work at a camp, which is pretty stellar. Get to work with some pretty special kids, and meet some pretty special people. Course Im lookin forward to the counsellors too, I mean shirts offf, tans exposed, shades a'stylin, it makes for pretty great eye candy ; ). Total chick I am, I can't lie, but theres definetly more to me than what its coming across as. But before I head off to work, Im looking forward to downtowning in in Toronto and exploring what the city has to offer. Going down to Queens Park and laying on the picnic tables with a book, definetly doesn't get better than that. OH and definetly having a visit to Eggspectations down by Eatons Center (A must, for those who haven't gone there).

We'll looks like I really should be off to finish this studing for this lame exam on Friday, but for those of you who are in love with music like moi, you definetly need to listen to City and Colours new album Bring Me Your Love; and if you do, you'll totally notice it has inspired much of my blog : ) .

I can smell it coming....

Until then, c'est la vie!

Cheers.

Sensible Heart?

It is not as though, I want to date him, I mean I’d definitely love to be with him and by be with him I mean, in his arms, his nose touching mine, as cliché as it sounds. I love feeling his heat and him feeling mine and I love his arm round my back and my hand stroking his. I love the whispering, the locking of the lips, I love his smile. Ha, and I love the way I kiss him with my eyes open, and the way he bites my lip when I tell him not to. And I love the way we pull our covers over our head so that no one else in the room hears us. I sound as though I want to be with him and I mean part of me does but I don’t want it to be understood that I’m in love with him or anything.. I just love what he does for me. I want to say I love person he is, but then I think and I wonder, and I’m not sure that I do. I just wish I could have him on call, to hold me, to like feel that body heat, for him to Eskimo kiss me.

I tell myself--ha ha--that I am so not attached, but that is so a lie. I’m attached in the way that..I want to come home and have him there to be like, get over here girl, and then he’ll hold me and whisper sweet nothings but I don't want a relationship.
I guess my thoughts get lost in a cloud when I think I think about what he’s thinking about. Here I am listening to music, and all I can think of is the last time we were together. Or when I’m lying on my bed and watching TV, I think how much better it would be to just be there with him. It’s more or less I want to know what he’s thinking. I mean when we’re together, I want to know that he’s thinking I’m great and that he’d not be anywhere else. I wanna know if I am that person he thinks about when he's in class or at home. Part of me is thinking, maybe it’s just an excuse to get some ass. But like I know he really does think something great of me, but I just want to go to sleep at night, knowing he’s thinking the same thing. Not that we want to be exclusive, but that it would be really nice to be with her, just like I think it would be really nice to be with him.
I've obviously had an insane amount of mixed feelings about him, as can be noticed in this blog, with the things he's done like inflating his hego (male ego) and being distant, and crapping out on plans and not saying the things I want him to say. But I mean, the good times definitely out way the bad, if it’s fair to say. I mean, it’s not like we’ve had either a lot of good times or bad times. But the bad things, at least what I’ve been upset with, I let him fix them with the way he looks me in the eye, and calls me 'hahht'. Hah. It’s just funny you know, how you can get so close to a person, without being a part of their whole self.
I guess I just want to know that someone thinks of me the way I think of them, because it tears me apart to sit and question all my thoughts. I know I should trust the way I feel about him, and the way I think he might feel about me, but my heart and head intertwine and cross roads and just mess everything up.
And I hate being that girl. That cliche' girl who can't get her feelings straight and does not know what she wants. I don't want to be that girl that cries over a guy that isn't even hers or is ever gonna be hers. And as much as I am that girl, I don't want to be that girl that writes blogs over a man.
I guess its a part of life though right? I mean, if lovin was that easy, and life was a straight road, everyone would be at the end with smiles on their faces.