Welcome to the Hotel Califournie

My burning Nostrils

2008-09-26T06:09:00.003-04:00

If anyone knows anything about me it is that I am an extemely nose sensitive person. Before I left home I smelt the summer breeze, fabric softener, fresh cut grass and on occasion the Dare cookie factory. You can't go wrong with any of those smells.
Now I smell smells that have never infilrated my nostrils. Ones that cannot be explined in words and ones that I will not bring home in my suitcase.

It is rather amazing however that each part of the world has it's own distinct smell. Somdy would say it's the smell of garbage - rotting garbage. Living with a westerner has given us less of Thai persepective but it's still something I am not sure I will ever forget.

Week three in Thailand

2008-09-23T06:41:00.001-04:00

So we have officially been in Thailand for three weeks now and I could for sure blog about some very bizarre things.
It's still ridiculously hot here. We are still trying to understand why 3/4's of the population in Nong Khai wear jeans and long sleeve shirts when it is a hundred degrees out. It's insane.

Today we went to Udon Thani about an hour from Nong Khai to go to a "mall." Malls here consist of a huge market, discount stores galore and a token Body Glove shop. This mall was 4 floors and rather big. It was packed today since it was so hot. Most people go there to be in the air conditioning not much to shop.

We have finally come to grips with the fact that we are the minority and have several people a day looking at us. It's also easy to get ripped off. I was feel rather confident yeasterday and went to a store down the street to buy some chocolate (Colin is having withdrawl since arriving here); there was no sign as to what the item cost but I found out later that I paid double the price. The common consenses here is that the "white" people are rich and that the locals are first to admit that they will take you for all that you are worth. Most "white" people are referred to as French. I am not sure why but everyone here that is white is called French.
Since we are in such a touristy town we do see quite a few white people walking around the city. Most of them are men older in age between 60-80 years old that have come here for a young wife. Not just a little bit younger - young like barely 20 and up. They are paid quite substansially to be the man's wife and are conpensated by also supporting their families. Somdy says that most of the women here that marry that old of a man have likely been prostitutes for many years. There has been many times that I have seen men who are carrying a baby and they themselves are in their 60's and 70's. It's odd to see.
The other white people that are here own businessess. Usually from Great Britain or Germany. They come and open pubs for a fairly low cost and fratinize with the other white people. Most locals can't even afford to set foot in them.

Last night we were teaching English - going through the alphabet and one of the words was North America. We showed everyone where it was and showed them where we lived. Most people's reaction is that it is cold and they wonder if we are living in a pre-industrial civilization. When we explained to them that people of all colours live in our country; as well as people that are from their own country - they looked at us with wide eyes thinking "ya right." It was great letting them in on the secret of our homeland how it is so diverse and multicultural! Looking at their own country though I can see how they would be so awed. A country of billions and you would maybe see 1 white person per every 75 Thai. There really is no diversity here.
It did feel good to let them know that if one day they did decide to come to Canada to use their budding English skills that they would be welcomed with open arms by someone just like them.

Breathe that air...

2007-05-22T19:29:00.001-04:00

Road kill makes me shudder.
Though I await summer with an anxious breath I loathe the vision of bloated 4 legged creatures.

Old school throw back

2007-04-03T22:19:00.000-04:00

Today I went to a step areobics class at my gym that was absolutely hell.
The only thing that kept me going was the instructor reciting " now I want two peeters."
That's funny.

hairy situation

2007-03-23T09:06:00.000-04:00

Sometimes I go for a lovely little jaunt to the fairview park mall to see what's going down in my hood...
A enjoy a even stride and wave to those that I know. It's rather enjoyable.
That is until the booth. The booth of hell. The booth where the euro men clap their little pink flat irons at you as you pass byand pressure you into their 360 degrees of mirrors.
Back off - my hair and I are fine!

oh so dreary.

2007-03-17T16:04:00.000-04:00

Turns out that my body does not possess even one artistic bone. I figured, hey, I'll try to think of some creative ideas for wedding invitations. Not only can I not think of any ideas but I clearly cannot put them together myself.
What have I gotten myself into?

arggghhh....

Don't forget to rub your blarney stone

2007-03-17T16:02:00.000-04:00

Top of the mornin' to ya'll.
Happy St. Patty's Day. May you find happiness in the presence of others and taps dripping of green ale.

Revel in the snow!!

2007-02-14T11:54:00.001-05:00

Show love to the ones you love today....
It's good for the soul...

Ah ha!

2007-01-26T13:49:00.000-05:00

Wanna know what I like?
Making lists of items I want people to buy me that I certainly don't need.

Fetal position.

2007-01-09T18:00:00.000-05:00

Turns out that this wedding planning is less than bliss. On the weekend I went home to see my friend Sarah who is getting married in June and went to a bridal show. Megh, free stuff is good. But tiresome having people talk at you non-stop.
I realized that it is almost impossible to please everyone. Either my mother is less than amused or my sisters have so many things to say that I want to collapse exclaiming defeat.

Who would've thunk it?

2006-12-29T23:38:00.000-05:00

Turns out I'm getting married.
I have a ring to prove it...and a man

Quarter Centurion.

2006-12-13T22:46:00.000-05:00

I turned 25. That's scary.

this ends me.

The Grace's Continue...

2006-12-11T23:51:00.000-05:00

I'd offically like to welcome Mr. Silas Grace Esquire into this brand new world.
He's a cutie and from the words of Dan a "heartbreaker"
Way to go guys!

It hurts.

2006-11-19T17:59:00.000-05:00

I have had a ridiculous headache for about a week now. It seems that it gets to be increasingly worse every 4-6 hours. Today I finally broke down and bought some high quality migraine pills that will more than likely rip my stomach to shreds - none the less praying for it's effectiveness. On another note. I've watched an entire season of scrubs in the past week. Check it out it's funny.

Salt water and Hepa filters.

2006-10-11T13:23:00.000-04:00

This thanksgiving was a lot different than last year. My parents are homeless - meaning that they have been living in a trailer at a campground since April. It's very weird driving up to a camp office where if it is pass a certain hour there is no one to let me in.
It turned out that there was no room for me to stay at the trailer because my sister has infiltrated the homestead again until she pays back her student loans. This sent me to my grandparents house where bread is amply buttered and the 6 o'clock news is as exciting as the anticipated 2nd coming of Christ.
I was there for three days of discussion around broken pelvis's, hip replacements, and current knitting patterns.
This may be one of the first years where I sat quietly and reflected on the fact that I have no reason to complain. Everyone around me loves me with more love than I deserve.

The King.

2006-10-11T13:16:00.000-04:00

I started reading a book the other day called "Velvet Elvis" by Rob Bell. I haven't made it much past the first 40 pages have been the epilogue before I put it down to actually think about what he was saying. His writing is rather non cohesive so if you wander off in your own mind you may even have to re read what is in front of you.
What forced me to think upon was the whole idea of people continuing to be so "up in arms" about the fact that Christianity is changing and may possibly mean something different to someone else. I think it is great that people come alive in different ways. It represents all of mankinds obvious diversity.
I have never quite understood why there are so many misunderstandings of the Christian faith between other believers. This book has definitely made me think before I open up my mouth.

People Steal.

2006-08-20T23:19:00.000-04:00

I tend to not frequent around in dark...Consequently this is where I meet most of my friends:)
Anyhow, last week I was wicked tired, the roomies were gone so I decided what better to do then veg out and watch a movie in the darkness of my room, AC pumping and surround sound on. Since there is a large number of us living here it's really rare that I can personally make that much noise and not get in trouble so I was enjoying this immensely.
I went down stairs casually to promote success in my overload of laundry and saw that the one window in the laundry room was wide open and almost instantaneously freezing me to death. I likely cursed blaming it on my roommates but knowing it was probably me.
I closed the window and went upstairs to watch the second half of saved. I crawled into bed and heard some noises through the wall next to me and didn't think to much about it being in my current state of fatigue and delirium and fell asleep completely content.
Thus ends my Friday.
Sunday night I came home from work and saw all of my roommates and significant others chillin' in the kitchen and was bombarded with questions pertaining to our non existent security system. We just lock our doors.
After finding out that both of my roommates laptops were stolen turns out it happened when I was in my room. Kinda freaked me out. The window in the laundry room in the daylight showed an amazing formation of handprints that showed that the window was pushed open - where is CSI when you need them?
I think that if there is a next time I would come out of my room armed with my hot flat iron. Maybe my over sized stalk of bamboo. If you heard noises would you lock yourself in your room or confront them face to face...?

Revival

2006-06-27T11:37:00.000-04:00

I want to encourage you to read
this article
Seems that this article is all that is being talked about in the churches. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it yet but I would love to hear an opinion. I can see how some would think it is leaning toward occult activity and others who think that this revival is real and going to light God's people on fire. Someone told me that "revival will not happen until everyone learns to love one another" We're definitely not their yet.

Summer solstice

2006-06-27T11:31:00.000-04:00

I haven't written here in awhile.
Turns out that I have been crazy busy and forgot how working full time is just as busy as working part time and going to school.
I was anticipating that a couple of weeks ago I was going to write about how much I love my dad and how the church seems to beat the father sermon year after year into the ground but I am a little too late.
I seem to have a lot on my mind lately more erring on the side of what it means to me to be a Christian and how I feel when those in my life that I have respected let me down. I'm just realizing the fragility of men and how there are numerous people in my life that I place on pedestals. Something I need to think about...

That's all for now, I'll be back soon to fill you in my dramatic dissonance.

Fireworks

2006-05-22T19:32:00.000-04:00

It's funny how the weather can slightly predict the mood that I posses. It's cold out right now and once again I have chosen to encompass my feet in shoes that are not classified in the catagory of warmness. I sit here thinking how wonderful it would be to not be dressed in layers and sitting in front of a wood fireplace. The sun however, is shining ever so brightly and the realization that soon warm weather will start to tan my skin and change my mood is more than enough to cause my now current feelings of coldness and discontent to subside.
Today I awoke at an hour that I am entirely positive God is not even awake; I layed there thinking that all I wanted was one more moment of sleep engulfed in my warm blankets to help me to get my day started. I did get that little boost as I awoke 20 minutes later and late for work.
It's a simple comparison but I feel that sometimes I only need a bit more understanding of who God is in my life to boost me a little bit further something tanglible to cause me to think upon his love amongst all of life's distaractions. Unfortunately I am usually the one that is rather late when in comes to hearing his voice and acting on it because of my need for predictability and comfort.
I really want to change this. As the days become longer I pray only for chaos and discomfort...

A royal flush

2006-04-17T11:48:00.000-04:00

Turns out that I am a bad person. I forgot to feed my fish last night and I woke up to see a very pale fish with it's tail all mangled in the filter.
I'm a bad person - a very bad person. Good thing I don't have a cat.

Freudelant Activity

2006-04-12T16:20:00.000-04:00

I get excited about mail. I like getting stuff with my name on it even if it is junk mail. Truth be told, I just like to see how badly my name is spelt on the envelope.
I recieved my monthly MBNA statement letting me know that I owe them more money than what is my back account at this very moment. I glanced though and saw that some punk had charged $400.00 on my card...Bunk pure bunk.
So I await in anticipation for some guy well schooled in fraud to get a kick in the pants.

Sally is so gonna win!!

2006-04-11T03:08:00.000-04:00

The smell of spring is infiltrating my nostrils and I can't help but be excited about the emergence of bare feet walking on hot pavement and flip flops. The flowers are blooming and soon, so very soon I am going to put away my down vest and don only a couple of layers...For that I am ecstatic. God sure knew what he was doing. From death of all things beautiful - to life and colour - could I really ask for more?

Stress? What's that?

2006-04-11T02:57:00.000-04:00

Not so long ago I was so diligent in having regular posts on here...Turns out I have fallen off the wagon and I desperately trying to climb my way back on. My free time may be spent doing other things as of late - uh hmm, school you fools.

My life really is that exciting...

2006-02-23T23:17:00.000-05:00

The things I did today in efforts of my latest procrastination phenomenon;
1. showered
2. wondered when dan and phaythe are gonna be back
3. talked to my dad on the phone.
4. had a nap
5. looked on the las vegas website for family friendly activities
6. tried to learn some new HTML techniques (unsuccessfully)
7. had another nap
8. made mashed potatoes
9. talked to my boyfiend on the phone...(shock and awe)
10. finished writing a paper on things that no one cares about
11. went to the library with my roommate to find books on advertising
12. wondered if matt's TV is still broken
13. changed my dry erase calender to March
14. went to the bulk barn and ate entirely too much candy
15. listened to teagen and sara...(sooo good)
16. made wheat free/dairy free chocolate chip cookies that tasted like crap
17. thought about msn and how I no longer know what the world is all about...
18. hung out with amber
19. thought about my little friend Joy
20. ate more mashed potatoes

PMS....fo shizzle.

2006-02-18T23:58:00.000-05:00

It sure is lonely around 89 alexandra ave...
All of the roomies 'cept one are on their prospective reading week funness vacations.
Me? I'm sitting here in a 5 bedroom house thinking that my first exam is on monday and I still have 3 more papers.
This just in; I hate being alone in this house and I detest the coldness of winter.
I need some St. John's Wort.

Over and Out.

2006-02-14T01:44:00.000-05:00

Today marks the countdown as to when I will officially go insane from a huge lack of amount of hours in the day before my exams are going to start.
I may have 5 papers to write and 3 exams to do in a less than 2 week period of time.
Fun you say? I say devastatingly frustrating.

Exile Island

2006-02-01T11:24:00.000-05:00

To all of you die hard survivor fans (which may just be Dan and I)...It all begins again on Thursday...
Should be exciting to see all of the " o' so new of twists"
Heck yes, bring it on...

Will be a new day....tomorrow.

2006-01-23T20:08:00.000-05:00

The word is out...Everyone is talking about bloody politics. You can't escape it, you can't ignore it because the yellow x's are posted all over the city.
Yes, I am an Evangelical Christian; no, I did not vote conservative.
I voted for Robin Hood---in my riding known as Mr.Edwin Laryea.. Thank you Jack for wanting to steal from the rich and give to the poor.

Soon and very soon...

2006-01-19T11:49:00.000-05:00

Sorry to my devoted fans.
I have not retired my blog as of yet.
Crunch time begins till my exams start.
I will revisit soon.
In the mean time; Watch the American Idol auditions cause some of them are dang funny.

Looser knotch on the belt

2006-01-04T16:16:00.000-05:00

Christmas and New Years have passed and I am sure we are all recovering from either way too much alcohol or currently parading around in elasticized waist pertaining to the intensity in our normal food comsumption.
Now it is time to embrace 06 so I will leave you with >2005 most memorable pictures from around our world...

Oh Happy Day

2005-12-24T12:33:00.000-05:00

Christmas came early at the Fournie house this year.
Because of my sister having getting all married up we have numerous family functions to swing around.
Turns out that it doesn't feel like Christmas before Christmas day.
I figure if Santa was still givin' out gifts I would of most definitely recieved a lump of coal in my stocking. Unless he's latin that is...;)
I did get everything I wanted.
The list is as follows;
-Twila Paris's greatest hits volume -6
-Numerous pairs of tube socks
-and a gift certificate to the bulk barn

Bring it on!
Merry Christmas Everyone!

The day is soon approaching

2005-12-14T18:14:00.000-05:00

You are a
Social Moderate
(55% permissive)

and an...
Economic Liberal
(31% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Democrat

Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid
Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

No Pressure

2005-12-02T12:32:00.000-05:00

Fa la la la la

2005-11-25T21:16:00.000-05:00

I think it's funny that holidays envoke emotions in people.
For example. Today I was driving too fast and almost ran over an elderly woman. I think on any other day I would have been given the finger. But since it is the "season to be jolly" I just got a slightly annoyed look.
I like that.
I like that people shovel your sidewalk because they feel like it.
I like that people don't get as annoyed at waiting in line since the object they are holding in their arms is the perfect gift for the person on their christmas list.
I like what the hoildays do to people...

Inspiration has returned...

2005-11-16T21:22:00.000-05:00

Would you rather?
Eat only saurkraut and tarter sauce for the rest of your life
Or
Be forced to watch "Gilgi" over and over again?

I ain't saying she's a gold digger...

2005-11-11T13:15:00.000-05:00

On Wednesday night I ventured to the T to the O dot because I had tickets to see Kanye West and because of my not so secret obsession to the black man.
Honestly, ladies, you have no idea...
Fabulous show I might add but was a little thrown back by the amount of "mary jane" that seemed to be perferating my nostrils. Dave Matthews would seem like an appropriate time to smoke but apparently so was a Kanye West show.
Common was supposed to open for Kanye but it ended up being Keisha Cole and Fantasia the 2004 American Idol.
As I was walking back to my car I saw two of the Much Music VJ's. Annoying blond girl who's name I forget and Matte. She's still annoying but she sure knows what's on the "it list."

My World

2005-11-08T11:22:00.000-05:00

I have never been a huge poppy wearer. There is a significant guarantee that I will lose my poppy atleast 3 to 4 times in the 2 weeks that I try to wear it for.
It tends to frustrate me that the system of the straight pin is entirely not the best method to wear these emblems.
I am sure that a lot of people have grandparents who have fought in the war and have most concievably have things that families don't discuss at Thanksgiving because the closeness of the season of thankfullnes and one of the most commemorative days of our Nation's history.
I have a friend in the US Army. Before him, November 11th did not cause me to lament. Don't get me wrong, I am thankful and respectful but it seemed to hit a little closer to home this time because someone I love got hurt defending his country.
It's so crazy that it takes a tragedy to think about the essence of life. The fragility of who we are as humans
I was looking over some quotes that I have collected and put in a folder on my desktop.
I came across this one;
“are we defending life when we just pick and choose
lives acceptable to lose and which ones to defend?”

Here comes the boom

2005-11-05T16:47:00.000-05:00

Yesterday I was washing my face and blew a soap bubble from my nose.
It was as big as the circles that Dan makes with his cigars.
Kinda sick on my part but atleast I have some sort of skill. Cause guys dig chicks with skills.

Schooled by Business

2005-10-31T11:05:00.000-05:00

Most of you know that I am trying my hardest to finish my business degree and get a real job not at a group home. Turns out that it is harder than I thought. I am taking 4 courses through Athabasca University which is Canada's Leading Open University. This was likely the poorest decision I have ever made. It's a lot of work and I stay in my room for undefined periods of time.
I am getting cabin fever and in turn sit on my bed thinking that I have various Case Studies that I should more than likely be working on.
So I would like to thank my mother and father who have graciously helped me to inherit the procrastination gene.
For the role you play in my life I am clearly grateful.

Jessica Simpson, thanks but no thanks.

2005-10-13T00:54:00.001-04:00

Lately my skin has been horrific. I am getting rather annoyed that I wake up almost daily with a new breakout or some scratch that I have accumulated during the night when I was tossing and turning about how upset that I am about my skin. I think it's a never ending cycle.
I woke up recently and said enough is enough! I was getting too frustrated and angry about the stress repeatedly bombarding my life so I logged on to the World Wide Web and ordered Proactive
I said something about being 24hour delivery and it's been two weeks and it still has not shown up in my mailbox.
My skin is fine now and life is back to normal. I have now embraced the Aveeno line and all seems well.
However, I started using baby oil to take off my eye makeup at night and right now as I am typing my eyes are blurry. What's with that?

Dark Alleys? Heck No.

2005-10-12T00:27:00.000-04:00

After recieving a very innapropriate email that was instructing me to update my blog, I figured, why the heck not. I'll give the people what they love.
This thanksgiving weekend I went on a spur of the moment trip to New York City with my friend Melissa. Another fabulous friend of mine Les has told me numerous times how cool New York City is so I wanted to check this out myself. Plus, I wanted to see the Naked Cowboy REAL bad.
Both Melissa and I are equally excitable when it comes to the Latin man so we enjoyed a couple nights out in the local establishments of the Latin persuasion on Long Island and the infamous Copacabana in Manhattan. Honestly, if you have never learned how to
Salsa
Bachata
Meringue
you need to try all of these atleast once. Everyone that reads this knows how to shake their hips so you have no excuse!
Both nights we were the only white people in both places and could hold our own so we were pretty darn proud.
I wasn't overly excited about New York City as a whole, it's pretty dirty, there are visible rats in the subway, everything is overpriced and I think they spend way too much money on retail than cleaning up their streets.
However, it was exciting. It was day light at 5am because the lights are so bright, the shopping is fabulous, and if their accents don't kill you they will only make you stronger.

This is my confession

2005-09-29T15:31:00.000-04:00

My blog is not quite as entertaining as it could be lately....
Here
is some quality reading that will invalidate my naivity and soon my chastity plus maybe cause a slight smile to your face compliments of Mr. Mike Hamilton.
This is a master procrastinator at work.

High in Omega 3

2005-09-26T12:52:00.000-04:00

I'm a little tired right now, seriously groggy and I feel like someone spent the night hammering my head against a random wall.
All of this because I work in Social Services where virus's and parasites run ramped.
Last week I went to an RN that specializes in Food allergy and sensitivity testing because of the verbal prompting of one of my co-workers who found out for the rest of her life all she can eat is gummy bears and unsalted rice cakes. Just for curosity sake and because I have no better place to spend my money I thought I would too.
There I sat getting this weird electric shock testy thing to find out what my issue was hoping to get to the end of why I continuously feel like junk...Etc.
Turns out that I have food sensitivities to all dairy, lactose as well as wheat.
Naturally, I would think that this is all a farce. But since I have found out I cut these things out of my life and I feel a little better. Besides the cold and the parasite that I am getting treated for at this very moment, I have no complaints. Turns out I have either been kissing way too many people or licking bathroom taps and handles.
So here I am Miss Amanda venturing in a wheat and dairy free land...

McGuyver

2005-09-14T13:27:00.000-04:00

Tomorrow, I repeat tomorrow, starts the goodness of a new
Survivor season I am all over Jamie eventhough he has a scketchy profile. It will be good to see how all this turns out...

Richard Hatch who we all know and love should give us all something to heckle about for atleast a couple of weeks. Dude, it was a million dollars. Seriously, pay your darn taxes!

Don Quijote

2005-09-14T00:34:00.000-04:00

On Saturday I travelled to the big city of the t-dizzle and danced the night away at the Plaza Flamingo
It's way more than a Latin Club, it's where you can find a husband. Not just anyone in particular but 4'11 Spanish men who want you and a visa.
After realizing that the black lights not only offer a sparkling white ambience to everyone's teeth, it also acts as an aid to shine through any mesh like fabric. I then ventured home.
Arriba!

I'm just a little t'od

2005-09-13T14:34:00.000-04:00

I'm in the process of changing all of my passwords in all my accounts of anything. Seems that there are people that are professional "get in to anythingers" and ruin people's lives by changing their passwords and not letting them back in.
This has yet to happen to me but supposedly just like back to school this is all the rage too.

Country music hurts my head

2005-08-23T17:09:00.000-04:00

My friend Catherine came back from Whistler. She'd been there for 2 years and we rocked out come serious friend time last week in Narnia thinking about how we will never move back there again. Cathy was my inspiration about 2 years ago when we ran the Bridge Race in Sarnia. To this day the only thing that has caused me serious pain besides falling off my bike and landing on my not as hard as I thought head.
Cathy being way more ambitious than I has continued the pursuit to greater anareobic health and did a triathalon this weekend and kicked some serious rear. That meaning that she did not get last. That's all that mattered. She did get beat by several 70 year old seriously cut men and a guy with one leg but hey, let's see you guys do it?
Huh Huh?...

Sweet dreams are made of this

2005-08-13T16:49:00.000-04:00

Back to school is all the rage.
Walmart says so.

Sketchy Dave

2005-08-05T21:17:00.000-04:00

I've been going home a lot lately which has caused me to be a bit nostalgic.
I spent the long weekend hanging out in the rents house totally alone on purpose because all I wanted to do was lay in the pool and soak in some serious cancer causing rays.
It was spectacular.
As I was laying on a floating chair I looked around the backyard reminiscing on all of the memories that were created there.
One main one being an extremely large tree that stands in front of a shed. I remember when I was younger when my dad planted it and sat us all down before we cut the grass in the chosen weekly pattern and told us to make sure that we went around the tree, not through it.
Well, me being the best listener and the least rebellious of us three girls; Darn right I went through it. Cutting off the entire bottom branches of a thriving tree.
Ya, I got whooped bad for that. Plus, grounded from cutting the lawn ever again. From that day on, never cut the grass.
As I sit her typing at work, dude from my work is talking on the phone about some girls boobs. How can he possibly wonder why we call him sketchy Dave?

Heck yes it's annoying

2005-07-24T16:27:00.000-04:00

My friend Faith and I tend to frequent the Winners store quite regularly on our shopping trips.
Today I went for some relaxing shopping time alone and decided to browse around.
It seems however, that whether I go alone or with a shopping buddy there is always a screaming kid with their mother in this particular store.
Honestly, upon leaving Faith and I often say " That is why I hate children."
I have come to the conclusion in my almost 1/4 life crisis that it's not all kids that are bad just the ones that are with their parents shopping in winners.
I have also come to the conclusion that most screaming children are screaming because of negligent parenting.

Keith Urban is hot. Not hot enough for spandex.

2005-07-23T15:45:00.000-04:00

I still havn't perfected the most steller crime ever but I have resolved myself from the small obsession that I had with CSI. Well, only because I have seen a lot of repeats lately which has given me no choice but to start renting the DVD's season by season.
Not much going on in the life of Amanda. I have many complaints regarding trabajar ing too much but it pays the bills and continues to remind me that I rarely see the world outside of a group home.
I am finally settling into my apartment but am moving again in a month and a half to a wonderful house that should entitle me to express myself more frequently on my blog due to the social diversity of the people that I will be residing with. Besides all of that, I am a content woman.

Cold Hard Evidence

2005-07-04T12:06:00.000-04:00

As you can tell for the past little while I have not made any effort to inform you of the activities that engage my life.
This is only because I am in my apartment watching CSI and developing the perfect crime.

Have the lime of your life!

2005-06-20T12:06:00.000-04:00

All of us lo-cal soda drinkers have been waiting for this just as long as the beloved "Diet Dr. Pepper."
Pepsi is the new Coke I tell ya!!
Introducing the new Diet Pepsi Lime!
Check it out. How many hours of fun can you have with dancing limes and Jamaican accents...?

Pepsi Lime (8 fl. oz)
Contains: Carbonated water, caramel color, natural flavors, phosphoric acid, aspartame, potassium benzoate (preserves freshness), citric acid, potassium citrate, caffeine, acesulfame potassium

Calories 0
Total Fats (g) 0
Sodium (mg) 25
Total Carbohydrates (g) 0
Sugars (g) 0
Protein (g) 0
Caffeine (mg) 38

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Wasting Time

2005-06-16T14:07:00.000-04:00

I am living in a blogging dry spell. I can't think of anything to write about.
You know why? Cause seriously, who cares about what I do at work and how often I go the gym?
Turns out that going to school produces more fun things to talk about then working the career that I previously went to school for.
I got nothin'. I am a little embarrassed to write that. However, it could be worse. I could let you all in on the secret that I am doing Jazzercise as my new form of becoming physically fit.
Crap, I can't keep secrets.

This is my confession

2005-06-13T23:49:00.000-04:00

I usually try to hide the things that cause me significant emotional distress.
Those being:
Pictures of me in tapered jeans or any photo of me as a child.
Forced social interactions with co-workers
and the Super Mario Bros. Nintendo game.
Let it be known throughout the land that I will no longer play on the old skool system of Nintendo or any other video game persuasion.
I think my blood starts to boil which causes me to do stupid stuff like die and not win.

2005-06-13T23:46:00.001-04:00

Time after Time

2005-06-06T21:06:00.000-04:00

Sometimes I think that I am living in a dream. There are significant things that I see on a daily basis that I would not classify as normal. Some mild examples are today there was a midgit in my step class that was the most exhuberant participant I have ever met. Yesterday I saw a very large plastic peanut on the roof of a Mini Cooper, a whole family of mullets plus Cyndi Lauper is making a huge come back.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I enjoy all of this but it makes me think twice about what really is strange if I see these things quite regularly.
Maybe I should buy a Mini, or grow a mullet for the 80's sake? The whole Cyndi thing...Not on my dial.

You still can't push me around, Well, Maybe a little.

2005-06-05T23:40:00.000-04:00

How much fun is it sitting in a hot garage with 9 people for 7 hours?
It's this much fun

You can't push me around

2005-06-01T22:31:00.000-04:00

I am a little frustrated that nothing rhymes with orange. That is except the song by John Mayer...with the line " I'd like to eat an orange with my friend George Malacornge."
I need a real word. Gimmie something English language!
So far this week I have caused myself bodily harm 3 times, been functioning poorly on 5 hours of sleep and have probobly been eating more junk food than should be consumed. However, I am getting the makings of a seriously steller tan.

Post-Modern Emergent

2005-05-29T13:50:00.000-04:00

I travel approximately 4 minutes to work everyday.
I drive down Erbsville Road and go in the back way to the Westvale subdivision.
Before I reach my destination there is a round-a-bout precisely in the middle of my journey.
This doesn't bother me. I would rather go in the round-a-bout then wait for a light.
However, I am not too sure if Kdub took the time to explain the proper round-a-bout etiquette. This being that everyday I get cut off or someone decides to drive in the opposite direction of the one way signs.
Is it really that hard?
If you are one of those people with negligent driving habits;
click here
Step 2: repeat, "I am a dumb ash"

Dancin' Shoes

2005-05-26T13:29:00.000-04:00

Gavin DeGraw
I've been listening to this guy for the past year and a bit and I will tell ya that I love his voice. Check out his site...

That's the best fire I've seen all day!

2005-05-22T16:59:00.000-04:00

Today marks the finale of the Queen Vic's Birthday long weekend. Instead of still being in Grand Bend I am sitting here in front of my PC in a towel and utterly annoyed at the waft of bonfire that is still encompassed in my hair.
The past weekend was fun even the flat tire, the punk kids who drink too much, get arrested and kicked out, the freezing cold night time and how no matter how many layers you have on you are not warm enough can't get me down. I am so rustic.
Last night as one last salute to the overcrowded nature of this town that usually inhabits 12,000 people and in the summer and weekends of the sort triples this number I cruise down the "strip" and am most definitely laughing out loud. Cars parked on either side of the road with blaring music, Civics so souped up that they have Lamborghini doors and ground effects. Can it get much better than that?
Though the atmosphere seemed rather obnoxious there is something refreshing about a large group of people gathered for a specific purpose. That being; to see who can do the dumbest thing inebriated in the entire village.

Force? What the @#$% is the Force?

2005-05-20T00:30:00.000-04:00

I assume that a bunch of you reading this braved the lines at the movie theatre to see the new Star Wars movie. Not I...Why you ask? Because I have only seen Episode 4. Meaning the only information I know at this point is that Ben Kinobe is dead and that Darth Vadar is Luke's Father. Hence the quote that has been around since the 80's.
I will soon know the ending of this forever long saga that seems to be engulfing our culture as a huge marketing phenomenon. All I need is 10 hours of interrupted time and a date to the movies...
Enough with the pastel coloured M&M's...

No, I don't want to see your light sabre

2005-05-14T14:44:00.000-04:00

Turns out that I am bi-polar. Also, that I am taking a cocktail of medication to manage my various emotional disorders.
At least that is what a guy I used to work with said about me to my fellow employees before I left for the year.
Why are my hands shaking and why do I keep seeing gnomes in the corners of my bedroom?

Worthless Pedicure

2005-05-13T00:27:00.000-04:00

Today marks the day of another one of my grandioso schemes where I forget what it is like to walk from place to place without falling.
Yes, today I fell down 5 wooden stairs onto asphalt and laid there contemplating my life and if it was actually worth me getting up over. It was only 8:45 am which threw me for a loop, plus I was carrying a piece of paper which likely put me completely off balance.
The sad part is there is no funny story. No parable of me falling over a large ant farm, a small child or into a puddle. All I did was fall down stairs, rip the knee of my jeans, ruin my pedicure plus bruise and lacerate my knee.
I want my mom and friends that don't laugh at me.

Stay...American Baby...

2005-05-10T15:32:00.000-04:00

I would be totally okay with having Dave Matthew's children. Check out his new album "Stand Up" folks...It's in stores today!

What the What?

2005-05-10T11:39:00.000-04:00

I don't know anything about the logistics of manure spreading but it seems that Waterloo has smelled fabulously bad lately of manure and it's getting rather annoying.
Back in the Narnia days I went to visit Melville Pig Farm with my grade 3 class. They were spraying liquid manure.
What a shitty day.

Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down...

2005-05-09T21:44:00.000-04:00

Reasons how I know that summer is coming;
1. There is an excess amount of roadkill
2. I get to sleep with less blankets on my bed
3. I can smell the sweet aroma of pot while I am walking down the street
4. Girls clothes are getting tighter and shorter and practically non-existant
5. Kdub mullets are looking more groomed
6. People in the Jeep cult are waving to each other and making us wish we had one too
7. People are walking down the street drinking beer thinking that it's legal
8. Couches are randomly appearing on front lawns
9. The canoe trip is approaching!!!
10. When it gets dark couples are making out in Waterloo Park
11. There is a significant amount of dog poo on my front lawn
12. People don't get TO'd at a father away parking spot at Walmart

2005-05-08T13:17:00.000-04:00

Mr and Mrs Fournie looking all nice and stuff

Oh no, not you again!

2005-05-08T13:11:00.000-04:00

Last year I made the mistake of forgetting to call my mother on Mother's Day. My dad called me the next day to tell me that I was "more than likely the worst daughter ever."
My mom cried and I of course apologized for my negligent behaviour.
Today I have notes written in my apartment, car and work. If I forget again I am so screwed.

Toasters and Tuesdays

2005-05-08T12:54:00.000-04:00

Sometimes I feel like I am the only one not having sex.
Shopping might help.

My one piece of flare

2005-05-07T15:21:00.000-04:00

I have a small confession to make. I am slightly embarrassed about this entry because I guarantee that my little sister will tell my mom.
Hurrah....Happy Mum's day Ma:)
Yesterday I was out with the girls. Girls that is being Patrick's beautiful and funny wife and my two previous roommates Phaythe and Michelle who are you also rather beautiful and witty themselves.
Both of those girls would say that they know that I am a self inflicted drama queen. Even if it's not all that bad it ends up being the "worst thing ever, or the worst day ever..ever!" I think this is subconscious and I am not too sure why I do it. But hey, it makes my life way more exciting.
Back to the driving. I was taking the Bridgeport exit on the 85 and you know how the lane becomes non existent in about 2 seconds when you have to merge? Well dude driving in his huge van comes plowing down the lane and was not going to let me in at all. I was pretty ticked. I almost had to pull over on the gravel cause he was fully pushing me off the road. Well as he is passing me I was frustrated and totally TO'd so I gave him the finger. Yes, me, Amanda Lee Fournie gave him the finger. I didn't even think about it. It just happened. I have never, ever done that before and it was weird cause it was one of those reactions that just happen. For example; yelling "perv" to a 50 year old construction worker who whistles while you are walking down the street. I felt bad only because I am not an advocate of the "f bomb." I don't like it and I don't say it. However, given the right circumstance it seems to be rather funny. After a good embarassed laugh with the girls in the car the van found itself driving right beside me on the expressway. I didn't look over cause I was sure that he was gonna return the favour that I had shown him.
Phaythe was in the front seat and looked over to see this big scary man with a bald head and pony tail, looking all redneck she says. I didn't look over. He slows down right next to us and fully flips us back the bird for a good thirty seconds as we're merging into the 401 lane - As in he kept driving/looking at us while holding out his finger in our direction.
How is it that I did nothing wrong but dude seemed to want to retaliate from HIS bad behaviour?
He was probably in a hurry to get his van a good spot down by the river.

Floss Nation

2005-05-04T13:42:00.000-04:00

I understand my profile picture is gross. However, if this is what it takes to encourage proper oral hygiene to the nation at large then darn it, this is what has to be done!
Just be thankful that this specific pair of teeth is not yours.

Amanda - Technologically Retarded

2005-05-03T14:16:00.000-04:00

I think that I need someone to be my personal assistant. I can't remember how to hook up my own compter, DVD player or how to deal with vulnerabilities that TrendMicro tells me to deal with. I can ignore them right?
Countdown till my computer gets really mad and won't turn on - 4.5 days

My Fabulous Sisters

2005-05-03T13:49:00.000-04:00

Middle Child Disposition

2005-05-02T12:29:00.000-04:00

I remember when I was younger wanting to totally demoralize my sisters' toothrushes.
Like use them to scrub the toilet, rub it on the mildew in the shower, and put soap on it...you know the regular stuff. But I just thought it. I knew what would supercede if I actually followed through with my destructive thoughts. Meaning I was a little bit of a sissy.
Since I am a middle child I got into an almost religious habit of smelling my toothbrush before using it in the morning. I was a little terrified of the "wrath of the Fournie sisters" to be honest.
Turns out that my sisters did this almost everyday to my toothbrush. Which they so graciously admitted over dinner this weekend.
How is it that I didn't taste it? Seriously, Sarnia toilet water? How did I not realize?

Miss Teen Holstein

2005-05-01T19:13:00.000-04:00

Yesterday while visiting my parents I was hit with a deterrent in my sleeping in / get a pedicure schedule. I wake up and find out that I have to babysit. Me? babysit? Exactly. I hated it when I was 12 and I was pretty sure that I hated it now. It was almost a guarantee that it would be torturous. I went to the movies with one of my clients last week and sat behind a row of 12 year old girls who every other word consisted of "oh my gosh, like are you like serious?" This incident reaffirmed in my mind that it was going to be the most painful event of my weekend.
I walk downstairs and am greeted by a cute little girl who goes to my parents church. She was deceiving I assumed because every little girl is cute at first glance then you cross her path and find out that she is like the chickens with really large talons.
"Hey kid what you wanna do?"
"Hey Amanda, can we watch a movie"
"What do you wanna watch Kayla?"
" I dunno, something good, Mrs. Doubtfire maybe?"
"Ok, sure, I can dig it, I'll get it ready for you then I will shower"
"Cool"
So I made it through the movie, made it through the first half of the morning with no complaints. I was pleasantly surprised.
We get in my car and head to the next stop. Miss Teen and Ardene at the mall. I was ecstatic. Spending an hour in an overpriced store full of crap.
As we walk through the mall she grabs my hand and says
"Amanda, this is the most fun I have had ever!"
There it was. The most exciting, shocking twist on every reality show was crossing over into my life. She was convinced that I was "like, the most coolest person ever." Which is rightfully true.
The Miss Teen adventure flies by and we take a short jaunt around town to make it to my pedicure appointment on time.
" I decided that I am going to get married at 21 cause I need to know him for a long time before I marry him"
"Really Kayla, wow, when is this dating going to start?"
" Well, I think 13 is good. "
"How old are you right now again?"
"Eight"
"Oh"
" A boy is calling me, we aren't going out or anything but we talk to each other on the phone and email. My mom says that's okay but no funny business."
"What is funny business?"
" Amanda you know what funny business is."
" I also realized that if you are dating someone you shouldn't change for him. This guy on Oprah tried to do that to his girlfriend. I think that's ridiculous. Sometimes Oprah is just inappropriate though. You can't trust everything she says"
" That's true Kay, you shouldn't change for him"
" Amanda you should only marry him if he respects his mom and you."
" Yer right Kayla"
" You're 16 so you have a while to wait. Let me know when you think of getting married and I can help you out."
As they say....out of the mouths of babes. I might have to babysit more often to get more of this fabulous dating advice. Or buy a cat. Babysitting it is.

Good Ol' Bible University

2005-04-21T14:09:00.000-04:00

Tyndale Biz
Classes are offically over as of friday. I am finally a free woman! I will update you soon on my spectacular marks - which are bound to be solid C's...

Groping, PDA's and the Dutch

2005-04-19T22:59:00.001-04:00

I went out to the Frog and the Firkin last night with friend doing some significant damage control. I sat there listening as he poured out his heart and blew some Captain Black smoke in my face. I was loving every moment of his honesty and the whole patio scene since it is almost warm enough to be outside for extended periods of time.
While we were sitting there conversing minding our own business two men set up shop with a pitcher of beer and interrupted our conversation with random thoughts on philosophy.
Last term I took that class and barely passed so I sat there with my mouth closed yet completly engulfed in the conversation at hand. It's always nice to learn from other people while they are enibriated.
Both were quite older than the 23 years that I posess and I sat there wondering if when I get to be their age if I would be out drinking on a tuesday night - excessive amounts that is.
Turns out the answer is no because #1 I hate the taste of beer. #2 I would rather be in my Pj's than out at 2 in the morning.
I continued pondering these facts and I was interrupted by his voice.
" Stop looking at me, I can't handle it. " I respond but was not even aware that I was staring "I am sorry. Why is that?"
" You are deceivingly perverse."
Tis the end of my story of the Native Canadian man who thinks I am a pervert.

Wood ya Ratha'

2005-04-16T00:38:00.001-04:00

Be trapped in a submarine while it slowly filled up with vinegar
Or
Smile fiendishly and rub your hands together throughout all conversation?

The things I should of learned when I was 12...

2005-04-15T23:37:00.000-04:00

I have come to surmise that I don't think I know how to be serious. (Yes again) My humour drips with sarcasm and I don't take life quite as seriously and I think I should.
However, I love to laugh, I do love to engage in conversations with my friends that require me to be the only one with no tact.
I love honesty and I love being uncomfortable. Only because in those times I am forced to re evaluate me and what exactly my true actions are as well as what I was trying to get across in the first place.
I am in a place right now that I haven't felt in awhile. At the end of the beginning, or the beginning of the end or something. Either or, I am in purgatory, awaiting for decisions to be made for me so I can move on with this thing called life I assume.
It's a little weird having to move again. I feel like I am going back in time. I left waterloo trying to defeat the feeling of stagnation and boredom and instead of my supposed defeat I am walking right back to where I was before.
It's kinda exciting, things here in the GTA have changed me. They have caused me to rethink what exactly it is that I want and how exactly I am going to get it.
I would like to say that the decisions and circumstances and of course my fabulouso marks:) were that of the result of me being wise but I am not totally sure. Cause there were times when I felt like I was gonan crash and burn.
Right now is probably the most "unspiritual" I have felt in a long time. And I am fine with that.
The only reason why I am comfortable with taking a short stop accompanied by apathy is because I know that without it I would not be close to being human.
Tom Morris, a wise man I might add, has given me more insight in one conversation than any other human being on earth. One time I was sitting with a group of people who just wanted to soak in his leadership. Me, I was there for the hot guys. I just got more than what I bargained for ;)
Someone asked him, " How can I be a Christian example to my friends if I don't even read my own Bible?"
His response was the first time that I heard anyone swear when it came to talking about God.
He replied; "Who gives a damn?" This will sound completely unbiblical, but I don't think that God did. All I wanted was to be the best Christian I could be. And that action was completely fake. How not cool is that?
His words were the most refreshing and authentic thing that I have ever heard come out of any pastor's mouth. Everyone else would of slapped us all on the hand wondering why we wanted to be leaders if we weren't reading the word of God consistantly. And labelling us post-modern, then spending the next 15 minutes showing off our tattoos:)
I am not saying that it gives me an excuse to not spend time with God but because of his comment. I was led to read his word because I wanted to, not because I had to get to the next step of John Maxwell's 21 Irrefutable laws to make myself successful.
I write this because this has been on my mind a lot lately and more that I am glad that I am human. Even more thankful that I have emotions that I am allowed to express in many forms and still continue to be loved anyway....
Sometimes I wonder how murky my heart looks to Him...

Keep It Beautiful

2005-04-14T16:30:00.000-04:00

Okay, Okay,
Yes, most of you know I posted a comment under Dan's name - On mistake I might add.
So, now I would officially like things to go back to normal so no one gets frustrated any further.
I feel like a fish living in Lake Ontario.
Mutated and unloved...

And the winner will be...

2005-04-09T00:33:00.000-04:00

This is Ian, he is gonna win. Eventhough he is getting really grotesquely skinny. Dude is gonna win it all!

MC Hammer Pants

2005-04-08T23:55:00.000-04:00

In the last 20 years of my existance there has been a lot of major events in news history.
I am posting this because since I have not been diligent with taking my gingko biloba I seem to have forgotten quite a few...
So I'll get the ball rolling.
- The death of Princess Diana, the Pope, Mother Teresa
- George Dubya Bush re-elected
- Micheal Jackson and the whole scandel
- President Clinton almost impreached for his whole monica scandel
- oaklahoma city bombing
- the twin towers
- the rise of New Kids on the block
-the invention of the DVD
- Arnold becoming governor
Bring it on guys....

Megh

2005-04-08T12:45:00.000-04:00

I will never be able to publish a "deep post."
I am just way to shallow and I would rather take the time to paint my toenails.

Bloaty and Spicey

2005-04-07T14:18:00.000-04:00

Would you rather....
Slide down a bannister of razor blades into a pile of cajun spice
or
Be buried up to your neck and have your head used as a golf tee for a day?

Wow, look at that threshold

2005-04-06T20:28:00.000-04:00

Okay, so here it is..deep thoughts by Amanda. You guys asked for it. Plus, I havn't been utilizing my intelligence this past few months.
I cannot handle the pressure of having to be funny all of the time. Ya, count me in for an ignorant comment at large family functions but the funnyness factor during the last couple weeks of school is something few and far between? I don't get it...

Painful, Utterly Painful.
This would be the words to how I would explain the philosophy of dating.
Much can be said about this topic but I find that the most relevant statement would be that I would likely put my ex-boyfriends (yes, very significant in numbers) in the same catagory as exams; Ya don't realize how stupid you are until they are over.
Are you wondering where this displaced anger comes from? I'm not upset (I'm gonna marry Matt, so I got myself a sure thing) But the whole dating philosphy confuses me.
Get up, go about your day, come home, re shower, make up, get dressed, throw clothes all over the floor in pursuit for the optimum outfit, dig thru shoes to find the best ones, brush, floss, gum for later (not that much later;)) wallet, debit card, directions...
Then you arrive wondering if he's gonna look better than you, if his outfit is too embarassing for the public eye, whether yours is equally as embarassing...
Seriously, this is all so overwhelming!!!
Screw the dating, damn the anxiety and the superficial conversation that ultimately just wants to lead to 2nd base. Please give it to me straight!
Spend time with me on a non-committal basis, laugh with me as my voice raises when I play video games and let me swear occasionally. That's all I ask; Then make a non suspecting move and ask me to marry you.

Pink Lipstick

2005-04-03T23:31:00.000-04:00

The Top Ten Things of stuff that i don't like so much;

1. Mismatched/no organized pattern of christmas lights
2. Getting stuck in the elevator with people with bad BO
3. How people underestimate proper oral hygiene
4. Not changing the toilet paper roll
5. Freezer burned ice cubes
6. Cottage Cheese
7. Cockroaches
8. Kiefer Sutherland
9. Stinky Feet
10. Wet socks

2005-03-29T23:43:00.000-05:00

Drop it like it's hot!

April 22...countin' down!

2005-03-29T23:36:00.000-05:00

I really don't have anything to write about. If you wanted some hardcore stats on the GDP of our government, compound interest and the abolishing of the 35 hour work week in France I am yer gal!
I will think of something soon and it will blow your mind!!!

Chronicles of Narnia

2005-03-25T01:11:00.000-05:00

So I have a secret confession. I adore Sarnia.
As I was driving home last night, actually very early this morning I was overcome with a sense of nostalgia.
I was heading home to the place of by beginning, No, not to my mother's womb but to Sarnia.
I pass the Lambton County sign and I am overcome with excitement to push the pedal down a little bit further and to turn the music up a little bit louder.
Then I see the Sarnia sign and the northern lights in the distance. (Humm, nevermind that's the casino) I sigh with relief that I am finally home and take a quick peak in my rearview mirror of the sign that lingers behind me.
You know in the movies where a traveller comes home from being away for way too long and collapses and kisses the ground? That's how I feel about here. Except I am greeted with way too much food and the overwhelming smell of clean laundry.
I am aware that Sarnia does consist of numerous dank bars and most people my age are engaging in premarital sex as challangers in an olympic sport but still I am entralled by the wonder of the city...
So bring on segalls, under the bridge french fries and Ice Cream Galore...
There is no place like home!

The sweet smell of Spring

2005-03-19T00:05:00.000-05:00

There isn't really anything in my life that would cause me to emit a blood curdling scream.
Not too much even causes me immense stress except the assignments that have to do with designing a timeline for my life.
I am a business major...seriously is there a need for the paper writing? We don't have ethics...Don't ask us for our opinion... That's not entirely true but Business grads seem to be getting a bap rep. The Toronto Star quoted the MBA program as the "devils degree." I had to laugh at the poor suckers that hacked in to the system to see if they got accepted into graduate school. The administrators found out and then in turn were not allowed to attended some of the most prestigious Uni's in the country. I tell ya, everyone should atleast attend the University of Modeland Road once in their life. Then they would appreciate real education (Dan and I are living proof)
Anyhow, back to being afraid...I am deathly afraid of drive thru car washes.
I stop breathing, And I count down in my head till it is over.
Embrace the coin op Toronto!!! Build some...
This is a lame post...
I got nothin'

Welcome back

2005-03-16T00:20:00.000-05:00

I can't handle it...
Back to the would you rathers...
I have been missin' the responses for too long!!!!

Would you rather...
Remove a 30 foot long tapeworm from a rhinoceros
or
Be slashed with a thousand paper cuts and dipped into a giant bowl of rubbing alcohol?

A new face

2005-03-12T21:46:00.000-05:00

I've been posting a lot these days.
Seems that I have been taking a severe liking to the procrastination of skool work.
I have a killer amount of math to do and 2 projects to conqueor that I need to do steller on...
But no, I am posting instead.
I am not too sure if anyone noticed but I changed my blog name. I know. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I think that my "fournication" title may have led them astray into thinking that my blog contained things that it did not:)
So, my blog will not longer have a PG rating. Well, that's not guaranteeable. But I am gonna try.
I might have to cut down on the "would you rathers" too. I know you are all crying. You just wait. They will come back when you least expect it. So ha!
Yesterday I finally finished my app for Uni. I am heading back to ktown to continue on with my edgemekation. I applied for Human Resource Management/Spanish and just Honors BA in Spanish. It should be interesting to see how this turns out. I am excited that I am moving away from Toronto. The cockroaches in my apartment are continually asking me to stay but I usually yell "go to hell." They won't win.

Grey and Wrinkly

2005-03-11T23:46:00.000-05:00

I've realized that I am getting old. Today I was walking in the Promenade looking for a pair of shoes and I saw a bunch of girls sitting on a bench reading Tiger Beat. Heck, I didn't even know it still existed. Sadder still, I have no idea who would be the pull out poster. So here I am disconnected from the younger generation that removes the staples ever so carefully to not damage the poster, youthful rebellion and the appearance of more makeup than anyone should wear.
So sad...

Humour me

2005-03-10T11:02:00.001-05:00

Would you rather
emit the smell of sulphur everytime you smile
or
have glow in the dark body hair?

Come on guys..humour me...

Oh the choices...

2005-03-08T19:26:00.000-05:00

Would you rather?
Take a bite out of the urinal puck in a public bathroom
or
Watch a porno starring your parents?

Felines

2005-03-05T00:38:00.000-05:00

So today I realized that I hate cats.
I hate that they can't talk to you, that they smell and that they leave fur on all that you posess.
Not only do those things bother me but my eyes swell up the size of testicles and they start getting all itchy and watery.
I hear you would call this so called reaction an "allergy."
Maybe I should get a small household pet like a walrus. Or maybe I just need to love other human beings first.

Currently Margarine Free

2005-03-02T19:40:00.000-05:00

If you easily get grossed out don't read this.
Which means you all likely will.
So, today got up, got ready for the gym and was going to have some eggs and toast. So I look in my fridge for this new fancy margarine stuff that I bought that has an optimum amount of Omega 3 in it - I looked a little closer and saw hair on the lid. Ya, that was gross. Didn't look so much like mine so it was a little grosser
I don't know what it is that we seem to only get grossed out by others nasty habits and not our own.
This kind freaked me out. I figured since it was the lid I could just wash the lid and all would be well. Seems normal right?
I looks a little closer to see another hair, a pubic hair in my margarine. And I will tell you full on that it was not mine. There was not even a hint of doubt in my mind at that time. So I almost vomited. How does that happen anyway?
This may be grosser but I didn't throw out the margarine cause I am looking for some input in this situation.
Should I just scrap off the top where it was located or just throw it out?
So bring on the replies friends...