and i was like then he was like and i was like whoa and she was like no.

So I’m in an ACADEMIC lounge in an ACADEMIC hall which means quiet time is 24/7. 

There is a small group of one guy and three girls talking right outside the door. Girl One has said “like” 18 times in one sentence. No word of a lie. Girl Two laughs maniacly at absolutely everything. Girl Three keeps on repeating “I know right!” and Only Guy keeps trying to add his two cents into the conversation but keeps being cut off by Girl One. 

Girl One just left and although Girl Two thought she was HILARIOUS, she immidiatly said “Ugh can’t stand that girl!” Girl Three and Only Guy Agreed and make plans to study later. They said their goodbyes, walked four steps towards the door then stopped to talk about this weekends Hot Tub Party. Girl Two can’t make it because she is going out for dinner. At word of this news, Girl Three gasps loudly and most likely slaps her shoulder and says “You WHORE! With who!?!?!  Ha ha ha.” Only Guy tried and failed to change the subject. 

Girl Two is now doing a reinactment of a time her and her gay friend were walking down the street. Every fourth word is OHMYGAD!!! And Only Guy and Girl Three are laughing histerically.

They just cracked a bag of fuzzy peaches and I can hear them chewing while they talk. It sounds really gross. WOW Girl Two just asked Girl Three where she got the fuzzy peaches. Really? I stopped writing this little story long enough to do a facepalm and continued.  They still can’t believe how good the fuzzy peaches taste. Oh now their talking about more homework they have to do. Girl Two and Three leave. OH there is a hidden girl Four and Five that hadn’t gotten a word in until now. They are talking about beer. Girl Four doesn’t like beer. Only guy likes Kokanee.  Girl Five thinks coolers are gross. They are quizzing each other on good types of alcoholic drinks.

I wish they would go away so I could focus on reading this chapter. But they won’t, their just complaining about how hungry they are and assuring Only Guy that no matter how many people point fingers at them, they are NOT sluts.  

Sigh. Time for me to stop listening.  Well I can’t stop listening, the details are just too juicy!! Kidding. I wish I could stop. Anyway, this little incidence reminded me to be happy that I have a brain.

ONLY GUY IS TWENTY HE IS SOOOO OLD ACCORDING TO EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL FOUR AND FIVE. 

I have to go. 

Sound Effects Dragon

Lately I have been noticing how not-tired I am, and I keep questioning the age old stereotype that university is supposed to cause people to lose so much sleep that they have a nervous breakdown or have to drop out or completely lose their entire social life. I have done none of the above. So far.

But today was a different story. It could be that I have 5 classes today, and it could be that they start at 8:30 and run straight through until 5:40, or that I spent last night running around residence knocking on all my friends doors , begging for use of their printers. And of course it took way longer than it should have being that the internet was down and printers wouldn't co-operate with my laptop. So, after all was said and done, I finally got to experience real uni life. Running from building to building, half asleep and getting a friend to continuously poke me during a history lecture until it was finally over. Never again will I leave my printing needs to last minute.

My sister did my laundry for me today :)

Im super tired. I promise to never write a blog when I'm this tired again. Thumb Promise. There is less alliteration than a Pinky Promise but more meaning. I made that up. But what ever.

a girl who thinks she can sing... but really can't and everyone wishes she would stop

So back where I come from, fall is supposed to be the dry season. It's not supposed to rain. Sometimes there's frost. BUT NO RAIN DAMN IT! And all we have gotten for the past two weeks is rain. Every day. All night. Some days it pours, some days it spits everywhere like a slobbery kid with a speech impediment, but none the less, still rain.


Speaking of speech impediments, did you ever have one when you were a kid? My little brother could hardly pronounce anything, all his words sounded like "Ahhhuhhhleee." However, being that I am not even two whole years older than him, I could understand him quite fine and would have to translate for babysitters, visitors and even my parents. PAH-THET-IC. But not really because watching old videos, he really did sound like a mental child. 

Another random thought is the lyrics to a song:
 i thought i saw a sign somewhere between the lines 
but maybe it's me, maybe i only see what i want. 

Bonus points for those people who can identify that song without looking it up!

On another note. C#. I really want to know how to make the little sharp sign. And other little signs. 

And lastly, why is it that when people make speeches, they all tend to quote Martin Luther King? EVERYONE does it, it's just not original anymore. In fact, the valedictorian for my grade twelve graduation (who nominated herself, just to give you an idea of what kind of person she is) ended her speech with a quote from "our good friend MLK." It's lucky we were all on   a stage away from the audience, or else the whole auditorium would have heard us all groan. Or snort in my case. He was a great guy, but graduation is hardly as big of a deal as conquering racism. 

That's just a few of the things that ran through my head today. 

This is a cake.

Parents trying to be "Fresh"

This photo has nothing to do with this post. 

So my parents are pretty modern for their age, they know how to work satelite menus, play frogger and open up the internet on the computer. But it never fails to crack me up when they try to act more technologically advanced than they actually are. For example. Whenever my dad texts me (mom doesn't have a cell phone, she doesn't understand them) he insists on using the "Young Kid" way of typing.
"Hy kid, u no wut time da game is on???????!/11?"
Now my dad may not be a brainiac, but I know for a fact he knows how to spell simple three or four letter words such as "you" or "what". The part that kills me is that he thinks it's REALLY cool and that it somehow impressed me and my siblings. All I can do is give him mad props for trying. Haha
My mom gives "Hip" a shot by giving me fashion advice if we ever go shopping together. Of course she's trying to be cool by picking out low cut shirts and ripped up jeans, but she doesn't realize that those shirts are for fourteen year olds and that the jeans would fit better under the title "Mom Jeans" since they reach half way up my back by the time their done up. I find this slightly hilarious and adorable.
The last thing, the one that freaks me out the most, is the undeniable fact that my mom is slowly turning into a "Facebook whore". She writes on everyones walls, updates her status multiple times a day, "likes" fanpages such as "The Older I Get the Less I Care About What People Think of Me!" and "A real man doesn't love a million girls. He loves one girl a million ways <3" and worst of all "WOW THIS GUY WENT A LITTLE TOO FAR WITH THE REVENGE ON HIS EX GIRLFRIEND!!!"
 face-palm.
face-palm!
FACE-PALM!

Anyway, those are just my thoughts for right now.

This photo has no relation to anything either.

Old Diaries

Laying in bed writing mental notes about all the packing and moving I have to do tomorrow. Just as I was hitting the light to MAYBE start dozing off, my sister bursts into my room. Now there is several things that run through my mind every time she does this.
1. Something is wrong and I need to get up and help immediately
2. Something is weird and I should probably know about it or...
3. Something is hilarious and I'm probably going to laugh for the next half hour.
She looked at me with a perfectly straight face and then started laughing and said "Oh my gosh Jory, I just found my old diary." Yea, I was pretty pumped. I have two diaries from my younger days that I've read with her multiple times. One is from elementary school and another one is junior high. We laugh at all the little things that I thought were huge deals back then and at my complete lack of better judgement. But she has never read me hers because it's been lost for years. Anyway, I got to relive our first school dance through her eyes and her boyfriend dramas. But the more she read, the more I realized that a lot of her entries were about me and MY life. I had forgotten that I had to stick up for my sister to my so called "best friends" when they started back stabbing her and calling her rude and judgmental. I remembered how that killed me to think that they would stoop so low as to come to me to bash my little sister. I forgot about the track and field race in grade one when she lost her shoe in the middle of the run and I stopped to wait for her so we could both finish last. And I forgot about the one night when my old suitor (is that a nice enough word for stalker?) threatened suicide because I didn't love him back.
We ended up laughing at most of her entries, like her first introduction to beer at a grade eight party and how she just had an    :o   expression on her face as she watched our best guy friend take a swig. And when we both got asked to be grad escorts and excitedly said yes... to our ex's. We laughed because we both know that in the end, both of us would end up declining last minute. Another one about how the girl who we are now best friends with, had called her ugly and annoying and beaked her to everyone she could back in grade nine. There's even an entry about when the first guy in our class started growing facial hair.

Anyway I just thought I would write this down so I can come back and look at it later. Who knows when that diary will show its floral-covered face again?

By the way, the other day my sister told me that the emoticon " :o " reminds her of me.
... And I asked myself... "What? :o"

If things aren't Peachy, can they be Potato-y?

Spent my day (or the few short hours I have after work) thinking about depressing things and doubting what I know is solid. It lead to a very depressing evening. I'm usually the fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of girl, but today I backed up a bit and started asking myself where my life was headed and if I liked the direction its on now. I could just feel my care free way of thinking slipping away and a very dark reality setting in. What should I do? For once, I am unsure of myself and feel self conscious, it's a terrible feeling. I'm hoping it goes away soon!

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Hello Blog. I have a bone to pick with you.

Well... which one do you want?