I'm a University student; i am not particularly interesting, avant-garde or risque; i like to pretend this blog contains thoughts
worth sharing with the few friends who take the trouble to read it - but i know that is a delusion. These are mostly journal entries. Occasionally i post a short-story
or scholastic insight. oh yeah, my name is heather and i live in a suburb of Montreal.
well, after much tweaking, i must say that i am actually rather pleased with the outcome. let me know which of the two layouts you prefer. the good news is that i know understand quite a bit more about how blogger templates work. i might one day be able to work on my own. I finished the book i wanted to finish, i also finished my final project in music history. it just needs to be printed and dropped off at my professor's house on monday. of course, that also means that i need to find the address. you are surprised that finding the address will most likely be a problem aren't you? on another more exciting note: Lisa's grandmother rocks. She have Lisa $50 to take me out for lunch and gift certificates to the movies. Woohoo. I bought the two dictionaries i wanted, lounged with Lisa, finished my paper and read some yesterday before going to get Lisa at work. Then we went to Elixor (yummy leftovers too!) and then we went to see The Family Stone. It was good. it was definitely a Christmas movie, but it was good. i would not have been thrilled had it cost full-ticket on Friday, but as a free movie (hehe) or a cheapie tuesday movie it was good. Steve was supposed to go snowboarding yesterday but it never panned out so he just ended up going with his friends to nickels for dinner. this means that i ate better than him. yeah. Well, it is already getting kind of late in the morning and there is a shower to take and reading to do. i was supposed to work on stuff for the office during this week, but that never happened. maybe later this afternoon or tomorrow evening before going to bed.
what do you think? i was supposed to be doing homework, but instead ended up playing with this. the white lines are bugging me. they cut the page wrong, but are integral part of the background image. alas. i will get back to work.
UPDATE: Also just realized i have lost my titles and the comments. Hmm...will play around with that sometime soon.
i don't really feel like this, but after reading that everyone that i read has posted, i feel obliged. for those of you who were informed of this development - steve and i were not broken up. he said he didn't mean it like that and that he was sorry for leaving me hanging. he was just mad. i sent him a text message that was almost an exact copy of the apology he sent me last time he was a big ass, and i think he got the whole "i am sorry, but don't get all self-righteous on me because you can be a moron too" message. Yesterday was good. we did nothing. i slept for a while during the day, read some of my book, cleaned my room before going to his house and organized bookshelves. we made frittata for dinner. it was good. we watched the godfather and two discs of that 70s show. He was so hot (i mean like burning up fever-wise) in bed that i ended up relocating to the corner of the futon is his bedroom at like 4 in the morning because i couldn't sleep. he woke up about 2 hours later i would say and bee-lined out of the room. then i heard him running around upstairs. i called as he left the room to say i was right here, but he didn't hear me and in the dark couldn't see me. it was funny. he was petrified. it was much like the time i fell asleep in a closed-drawer when i was four on vacation with my parents. they were convinced i had been kidnapped via the open skylight. it was my snoring that eventually clued them into my hiding spot. steve was mad i didn't just wake him up instead of dressing in all his clothes and curling up into a ball on the futon. why would i wake him up?Apparently i have gotten into the groove of blogging. we finished disc 3 of that 70s show today. we only woke up at like 1pm. we were lazy. his parents had raclette made for dinner. when i got home i ate trifle and fudge. all bryan's cookies have been eaten. Tomorrow i am going to finish my last project for school and probably will be going to chapters to buy the latin dictionary i could not get in ottawa. they were out of stock. i have checked and they are supposed to have one in pointe-claire.
So, apparently my "friends" are mocking me. Nice. it's always good to know that you are being mocked. To continue where i left off yesterday in the Christmas adventure. Christmas morning i opened presents with my parents after waking up with quite a cotton-mouth and headache. I tried to turn off a lamp that was not even on because it was hurting my eyes. I think i was a tad hungover. I got some nice loot. A deskchair that is supposed to be assembled by the time i get back, a sweater, a pair of jeans, a dressshirt, a necklace watch (i will be able to type without worrying about losing my watch!), a beautiful scarf, hat and mitt set, a pair of "satin" pyjamas, Cinderella...the list continues. Then we came to my aunt's. Lunch was fantastic. All the stuff that just says Christmas is sparkly lights, mashed carrots and turnip, brussel sprouts, turkey, cranberry sauce. yum. i got more good loot. the tea ball was the best. we are planning on going to Chapters to use the gift cards i got on a new latin dictionary. Then we went to my other aunt's. The food was not as good. she made fudge. i like fudge. my aunt lorraine had made trifle though. i like trifle more than i like fudge. the evening would have been much nicer if my grandfather had not started it by telling me that my Dad could go fuck himself for not wishing my grandparents a merry christmas. anyone who knows how much my Dad worries and cares for his aging parents will realize that there is no way my Dad forgot to wish them a merry christmas. my grandfather is going deaf is the problem. the also stank of guinea pig cage. i was not a good kid and hid a lot to get away from the smell. they should be in a nursing home. we came back to my aunt's after getting lost in Ottawa. We listened to the Rent Soundtrack (just my Mum and me, my brother and Dad took my grandparents home). We drank more tea and went to bed. yesterday we spent the day with my grandmother. she smells great by the way. she made us lamb and pork chops. i had homemade apple sauce for dinner. we took naps in the afternoon. i beat my aunt and mom 8-2 at cribbage with my Nana. we rock. we play a lot more than either of them, but i always get put on my grandmother's team on these things because people forget that i play online and am actually much better than they would suppose. we came back here after dinner and i watched Cinderella in bed. this morning is shopping. i am supposed to be home around 7:30. Hopefully Steve will have dropped off my purse at the house so i may go out and see Veronica before she leaves for Ohio. I know this is a very long and detailed account of Christmas, but i was enjoying myself the whole time and i hope that shows. I have managed to read a whole 50 pages of the first school book i was trying to read over the break. What break? it's already almost over!
I love Christmas. Even when i am not happy about the presents i bought people i still love the feeling of spending a whole day with the people who knew you as a kid. they have some of the best outlooks on what you are actually like.
The 23rd with Lisa and Veronica was great. We were so at a loss for stuff to do (not a bad thing) that before dinner V & I wrapped fifteen boxes of Tic-Tacs. We wrapped them in ribbon, brown paper, a photocopy of a ten dollar bill, duct tape...anything you could think of. it was a blast, tedious, but a blast. We ate good food, tried to convince Luba we were on drugs. i squeaked the word "tea" at my super-sonic highpitch volume until Lisa could not stop laughing. it was fun. we ate more (clodhoppers) and watched some gilmore girls.
Despite Steve's waiting until the very last minute to get my Christmas presents, i must say i was pleasantly impressed. The top two items on my list: a body pillow and That 70's Show Season 3. He made sure someone else (his cousin) got me the other item i REALLY wanted: the rent soundtrack (yes, i will burn you a copy Lisa). His Mom must have been sufficiently shamed by the nice presents i bought his family last year, because i got a beautiful beige and white striped angora sweater. it is a little itchyy, but beautiful.
I had a nice conversation with his cousin about learning languages, work, etc. She is nice and will be added to my MSN. I knew she was nice beforehand, but i didn't know her MSN sign-in name.
I was a little drunk, my eyes were burning from all the chainsmoking and i had a body pillow and a garbage bag of loot when i walked out the door - did you notice what's missing? no, not a coat, i have lots of coats that wouldn't be a problem. I forgot my purse there. i will end on that note for now. Me Mum and me infamous Auntie Lorraine are up. Happy Boxing Day. Updates on the Christmas Adventure will follow in the not-so-distant future.
wow. i haven't been this physically tired since working at subway. i worked all day; it was hell. i brought work home for the week off because i do not want to have to deal with it when i get back. i must do said work on the sly because otherwise a certain father-figure will be mad.
The Chapters at Rockland closed some time ago - news to me. We were supposed to go at lunch, but as it was not there right after work we rushed out to Fairview. My grandmother now has Christmas presents from my parents. Then i came home and had some Chef Boyardee. Then we went to the Metro to buy supplies for the baking extravaganza. I have made chocolate brittle, shortbread, peanut butter cookies and sucre a la creme, plus wrapped it all in a 3 hour period. your applause is appreciated. Note to self: do not place baked goods outside to cool if it is snowing, no matter how lightly.
I yelled at someone today. I do not know who this person was. I thought it was Lisa and Veronica whom i had just spoken to ten minutes beforehand about when i would be able to give them an ETA for Christmas tomorrow. I told my brother in a very loud voice to tell "Lisa" i was busy and would call her back. It was not Lisa. I have no idea who it was. I am sorry unknown caller.
Yeah, so my feet are swollen. I still have some wrapping to do. I have to wait for the cookies to cool before going to bed. Apparently the brittle is best kept refrigerated, but i don't have room in the fridge and i don't think the cookies are best-kept refrigerated. However, brittle is supposed to be all stuck together in my mind. i still have six presents to wrap.
Funness is that i just figured out that i do not have to go downstairs to ask my brother to lend my his digital camera for tomorrow - Lisa has one. Yeah!
I need sleep. i am going to read for a little bit and then off to bed
I found this a couple of weeks ago on msn's news page, but ever got around to posting it. For those it doesn't immediately click with, it's how much the 12 Days of Christmas would cost today.
Gotta love Calvin and Hobbes...My aunt sent me some today that i hadn't seen yet. i didn't know there were any. I am feeling better. Apparently all my digestive problems were school-related because i haven't had an upset stomach since Tuesday night. Woohoo. Got an A- in Latin. Another woohoo. All the presents are bought. now i just have to wrap 6 of them and bake tonight: peanut butter cookies, shortbread and sucre a la creme. hopefully it will all turn out. Merry Christmas everyone!
i am exhausted. i have not been keeping up with my blog readings, sorry. i went Xmas shopping today and i forgot an entire side of Steve's family. My Mum is supposed to pick me up some boxes of chocolates for the people i forgot. i need a smack upside the head.
My exams went okay. Did i mention i am exhausted? tomorrow night i have two more people's presents to wrap, plus the ones my Mum is bringing home. I also need to do some baking for my grandfather. i work tomorrow. i want to sleep.
I promised myself that i would let myself blog between taking notes for the essay question i am prepping and actually trying to outline the sucker. woohoo. what a great break. i think i might go get a chocolate bar or something as a real treat.
Yesterday Steve and I went to the Marche aux Puces in Ste-Eustache. We were shopping for winter coats for him. We were not successful. We came back to my place and goofed off downloading music to make him a new CD. We were going to go out to La Belle Province for dinner (sharing a poutine - how romantic... - it is. if you will remember our first date Vero), but we ended up going over to his friends' new apartment for dinner. She made some kickass italian sausage sandwiches. I know that doesn't sound too kick ass, but i watched her make them and when i do it for you, you'll agree. She also made cheesecake with an all-natural raspberry glaze. yum.
Another one of his friends showed up. Apparently a construction worker has a woosy job. this is news to me, so i guess Steve and i are history because i wouldn't want to be seeing a woos. It was a pretty funny conversation. The guy delivers food to restaurants for a living and apparently it is a very sore spot for him that construction workers think he doesn't have a hard job. Steve says it is a rant that just keeps going.
Well, i have brownies in the oven, a cup of tea, tea biscuits and a blueberry candy cane...i have no more reason to put off prepping the last question of the exam. wish me luck
i found this while working on my Middle Eastern History final. I think it is brilliant and worth sharing with you all:
Someone once asked Ja'far al-Sadiq (the sixth Imam in mainstream Shi'a Islam) to show him God. The imam replied, "Look at the sun." The man replied that he could not look at the sun because it was too bright. Said Ja'far: "If you cannot see the created, how can you expect to see the creator?"
I just got a copy from one of my profs of a syllabus for a 400-level class i signed up for in the new year. I was hoping to get a little ahead by doing some reading over the break (a whopping 2 weeks!). Ha. I have no idea how i am going to do that much reading for one class, and i have another class at the 400 level too. I am going to bomb. Crash and burn baby, crash and burn. Best of all, it was finalized this morning that i am going to be working 8 hours a week. Where will i find the time to do all this? It is a reduction by half, but i think i have almost doubled my course workload. Damn.
I filled out an in-course bursary scholarship form this evening. Tomorrow i have to go take photocopies of some documents and send them in to school. I will be buying stamps then. You may check your mail boxes accordingly.
I plan on watching CSI even though i really shouldn't because i have two exams to prep for. i am secretly hoping Steve works this week-end so i can get more done.
Handel's Messiah was pretty cool. I got shivers quite a few times, which is always a sign it is good, but i swear that i was surrounded by children. This couple wouldn't stop talking, the girl behind me kicked me twice, the lady two seats of kept taking her pen in and out of her purse. It was infuriating. The choral pieces were very impressive. The solos were difficult to understand and often too long-winded for my taste. I have particular reproach for the Soprano, Suzie Leblanc, who was also the Soprano at the Mozart Requiem Mass. You could not understand a word she said, and in Handel, it mattered. Guess what she does for a living? You got it, teach Baroque singing at one of the French Universities in Montreal - surprise surprise.
I was paid for an extra 1 and 3/4 on my pay check. i love little surprised because someone fucked up. Lovely. i did not take lunch today and spent the majority of the day fighting with some asshole at giant tiger who thought he could play mind games via email with me and win. he didn't. i got outright rude and he ended up calling me Dad, who told him off for playing games and not answering the goddamn question. i love winning.
Nothing else of import going on. Like i said, i have too much to do, but am going to waste time nonetheless.
i am in one of those moods i frequently succumb to where in i want nothing to do with anyone and the concept of a relationship makes me sick. This time it is Steve's fault. I know that is not very mature.
For reasons of confidentiality, and because i do recognize how biased my view of this is, i will give the crux of my being upset in two expressions, the former being how i feel and the second being what my response to any of his answers to my complaints right now would be: "i feel like and old slipper" and "si t'es pas content, tu sais quoi faire."
Enough. i know i am not about to break off our relationship over this and that all my fantasizing about making him pay by never going over on a weeknight or something else equally childish is not going to happen, but sometimes i wish i could just be as immature as i would like to be. sticking out your tongue just wouldn't cut it tonight. a large part of my angst stems from the repetitiveness of these episodes. i should buy a fucking tape recorder - add that to my christmas list.
of course, i hate people in general. i hate my parents, i hate my cats, i ALWAYS hate my brother, and right now i hate my friends. sorry folks, but you are not helpful. i need someone to explain Steve's logic, and i can't get it out of him without having a helluva fight which will not resolve anything. I often wish i had a friend who was also in a long-term relationship who could tell me whether these stupid fights are normal. in fact, i am sure they are. but, i need some new method of approaching them because we are most definitely not moving forward. Okay, that definitely is enough complaining. i would appreciate it if no one comment on the above. it is more of cathartic rant and i assure you that no matter how hard you try to sound deep and sympathetic, it's going to sound paltry. and yes, i know that was bitchy to say. but it's true.
I am going to Handel's Messiah tomorrow with my parents and my grandmother. i am hoping to finish the paper i was supposed to finish yesterday but only wrote two paragraphs out of six pages because of a very long MSN conversation with Pam.
The last aquafitness class was okay. i got to make an analogy between myself and maurice richard that i had no business making. that alone was worth it. my mum and i went out for pizza beforehand. it was good. i like olives.
Originally today's post was going to be a rehashing of one of my dad's and mine better conversations in the car on the way in. Homosexuality was our topic of conversation. it was not an epiphany or anything, but i thought some of the points might be worth a little better articulation. it began because of Veronica's and mine phone conversation yesterday. yet another reason i did not write my paper. you can tell that hating my friends is not a normal activity for me. :) i am already getting over it. Alas, i am fed up of blogging and am going to go read other people's. hopefully this will reaffirm my connectedness my fellow man. Good night folks.
today i spent 24 hours without eating. i usually consider such endeavours pretty quacky, but i haven't been feeling well for the past little while and thought maybe it would help. you know, cleanse my system, etc. can't say it did much good. i felt fine when i finally ate something, but i still spent the next 3 hours concious of myself digesting. my stomach makes noises. it was probably a good idea anyways because i have eaten so much lately and been drinking more than my usual. no point in getting fat before the holidays. And, in response to overwhelming popular demand: My Christmas wish list Expensive: • Digital camera • Ipod • Laser hair removal of underarms • Desk chair • Printer • Expresso maker with foamer • Collins Italian Dictionary • That 70s Show Season 3 • The O.C. Season 2
Pseudo-Expensive: • Brown leather belt • Cinderella • Madagascar • Toy Story • Umbrella (long one, not a laser sword) • Silk/satin pyjamas
Not Very Expensive at all: • Second Cup Gift Certificates • Beauty Products from Lush – but no moisturizers • Warm socks • A tea-ball • Herbal tea (not chamomile or citrus flavours) • Cream blush • Hair clips (the mouth w/teeth like ones that can go around a pony-tail too) • Hard candy (not no citrus flavours)
When in Doubt: • No candles, cookbooks or keychains pls. • If it’s soft or warm (or ideally both) I will like it. • I only purchase beauty products that are not tested on animals and encourage you to do the same, particularly if you intend for me to be using them.
i am watching it for the first time. it has been on for all of ten minutes and i am already crying. i am going to be a blubbering idiot before the end i am sure.
i spent the whole day writing exams except for a brief intermission to eat lunch with Bryan, whom, apparently, is considering being converted into the blogging community. aha! i can be influential. of course, this will mean were thoughtful blogs on my part. not a bad thing overall.
results of today's exams: not too bad on history of china. possibility for good mark on the horizon. fucked up on italian. not because i slacked out of studying but because i was so focused on history of china, which i had to be to have any chance of success, that i knew the answers i was blanking on should have been easy to remember. i hate this feeling. oh well. nothing i can do.
Steve and i went out to dinner. i convinced him to tried capellini instead of spaghetti because he is always complaining when his parents cook spaghetti instead of spaghettini. he was thrilled. i thought it was pretty funny.
Now Lisa, i know that promised i would post my Christmas list, but i have to get it from me Mum and she is watching the movie with me so you will just have to wait until tomorrow.
i was just perusing the current article on MSN about how people's Myspace accounts are being used by the media after disaster strikes (i.e. the teen murder his girlfriend's parents, heroine overdose, etc). Yeah. I am amazed that this even causes a buzz. Interviewing friends and family has always been fair game, just nobody ever talked, and who posts the truly private into the public domain anyway?
On another note, i am waiting to go to the office christmas party. i have made a tremendous effort - mascara and lipstick folks. be impressed. georgia has already scolded me for not looking my best once because i am only wearing a skirt and a bright pink sweater. speaking of pink, i bought two girlfriends of mine xmas presents today....hmmmm...
Oh yeah, and i also went to the doctor. She took me early if you can believe it. i wanted to fake a heart attack from the shock, but refrained my theatrical devil. i stabbed him with his own pitchfork.
I am hungry. the hors d'oeuvres had better be good. i just helped Kim choose whether to wear her hair up or down. she got it all curled. very pretty. i am jealous. i wish i had had the money to get a haircut.
I have a lot to do today and not a lot of time. I just finished one assignment and, hence, am taking a little break before beginning the other MF.
The last couple of days have been weird, but filled with interesting conversations. I will share some thoughts that have popped into my head that i can quickly recall:
Used textbooks do not have GST. This is weird. Why should i pay taxes because the publisher decided to come out with a new edition to make more money. This thought is in response to Lisa's previous blog on taxes on tampons. I think this is weirder to be honest.
I was thoroughly ashamed to be a white anglophone under the age of 40 on the metro last night. The crudest, most offensive and ignorant group of teenagers got on the metro and the stuff they were discussing made me sick. White trash is infinitely worse than any minority.
I dreamt that i was in a Harry Potter video game. Are there Harry Potter videogames? I was looking for the items needed to confront Voldemort, but somehow the author of the series was in the game - but it was a man! I know damn well J.K. Rowling is a woman. There was also a weird Watership Down-like adventure precluding this, but it was with bears not rabbits. I also performed some sort of Aerosmith song on swinging ropes over a river. I think i am going to take a blanket off my bed. I have these odd dream sequences whenever i am overheating and i know this particular only lasted about 10 minutes of real time. I was very perplexed upon waking up.
Chocolate cake should not be eaten for both breakfast and lunch. At least, not by my who was thoroughly ill (as i feeling horrible) all yesterday and this morning because my body was overdosing on the empty calories. Maybe that the chocolate cake had been left out all night without being either saran-wrapped or refrigerated also contributed. I do not know.
I have to go to five concerts for music history class. The last i will be attending is Handel's Messiah on December 14th at 7h30pm. To kill two birds with one stone, i had decided to take my grandmother as her christmas present. She is ecstatic. I brought her the ticket today and it took her quite a little while to figure it out, but she is very happy. She has never seen the Messiah. i am hoping it will be worth the huge fuss getting her there and back will be.
I finished my latin translation project. I need to type it up. I finished my music history readings. There is still much to do, but it least i am moving forward.
Last night my Mum and i drank too much wine and egg nog while decorating the tree. We watched How the Grinch Stole Christmas (i own a copy on VHS). It was fun. I wrote out some Christmas cards - watch your mailboxes people!
Today me Dad, meself and me grandmother went to the dollar store to buy wrapping paper, tissue paper, cookie tins and other decorating type stuff for presents. i bought a hairband with mr. and mrs. claus on it. it will drive Georgia nuts because she was upset over the reindeer antlers. oh how i love being bothersome.
As you may or may not have noticed, i am horrible at the whole "titling my blog" concept. I hate blurbs on of any sort, but as i write that i also realize that this is contradictory to the very concept of a blog.
So, i am going to do something that i have never done before in any sort of serious manner - write a mission statement. i recently removed the link to my profile in the sidebar, so this will just have to do.
Why i write this meaningless, not-so-smutty junk I like reading other people's blogs. Strangers, acquaintances and friends. Friends mostly; i check everyday. I love the voyeuristic feeling of trying to get to know someone through what they write. I know this is a crock of shit. You can never really KNOW someone, and particularly not a stranger through 500 words a day. But, it remains a creative activity on my part to attempt to construct an individual from the words scattered across the page. I always wonder how much my own writing really reflects who i am. when i re-read it myself, i am always astounded at how calm i appear when often i begin writing in a frantic, semi-panicked state. of course, any one who knows me, and as far as i know i only have readers that are friends as i have never submitted myself to any larger blogging group, know that i am usually in a frantic, semi-panicked state. However, as i am unable to multi-task my attention span, the amount of focus blogging requires usually does calm me down. It is incredibly soothing. If you don't blog yourself, i do suggest it.
Okay, enough of that tangent. I was MSNing with a friend earlier this week and described my motives for blogging as "an attempt to dissuade myself from the belief that i might actually be able to write someday" but a lot less well-phrased. I think that is a pretty good sum-up actually. To recap - i blog to reflect on how stupid my freaking out over the days events is and i blog to prove to myself that i am a crappy writer.
So...i invite my readers...all three of you...to do engage in two activities: 1) reflect on whether before i told you this in black and white, the contents of this blog reflect my goals in writing it; 2) reflect in your own blog (if you have one) on why you keep up the activity. I would love some creative brainstorming.
I am very close to sending the link to this monstrosity out to people in my academic world. mostly by making it the signature of my emails. Of course, this step is terrifying. These are people who WRITE, seriously, not in my half-ass way. Who will judge me and don't already love me (or so i hope Lisa, Vero and Lorne love me). I am bracing myself. I need more content. I am working on it.
I am writing on the sly because Steve isn't working today and he came over to spend the day watching me do work. he had to go to the bank to pay a bill though, so i am using this time to write a quick post.
Last night i chatted with an old friend from high school - Joey - who is doing pretty well for himself. he is an illustrator of children's books. pretty awesome. it is exactly what he always wanted too. makes me feel like a nothing, but i hope i will smooth my life out over the next couple of years.
i also put off doing work last night because i was researching other webhosting services that support WordPress. They all cost money and though some of them are very nice, i don't think that i can justify putting out that kind of cash any time soon. I do have a livejournal right now with only one post, but i am just playing with the colours for the hell of it.
I invented a new casserole last night as there was nothing to eat for dinner. i made spaghetti noodles, grated carrots, cut up a stalk of celery, grated cheese and opened a can of tuna. it all went in the over for like 20 minutes. it was a little wet (i used milk when i should have used mayo), but it was actually quite tasty. at least i didn't starve. there is even one portion left over for lunch today. yeah!
Well, i had better make some semblance of doing homework. These past posts have been so banal, i know. i am hoping to write something a little more interesting over the break. maybe even a short story if i feel inspired. i have an idea brewing, but no writing has been spawned yet.
aha you say...It's the first day of December! The Christmas Carols are now playing on endless cycle on my office CD player and reindeer antlers are protuding from my head. Everyone is in a panic over how nuts i am, but it is great. I love being the centre of attention!
My latin exam went very well after all. Luckily for me, the passages that i had had extreme difficulty translating the first time around were all on it and because it had been such a painstaking experience originally i had essentially memorized them. Woohoo.
I still have tons to do, but at least that's off my plate.
I MAY be going out tonight. Wouldn't that be fun? it all depends on the folks at school figuring out where they want to go before i leave here during the day. Julius in shipping has agreed to buy me a rudolph nose if i will wear it all afternoon. It is going to be one kooky day. I love the holidays...even when i am poor!
