The Cassandra Syndrome

S.O.S. please someone help me

2006-05-06T14:55:00.000-06:00

What a drowsy day today is. It's raining outside and all I want to do is go back to bed. I'm doing laundry again, three loads as usual. I know that if I don't make it as a journalist I can always work in laundromat.
I started at the Edmonton Journal on Monday. It's great there, everyone is so friendly, but I'm working my ass of. I'm so tired. But I get to do some pretty cool stuff. I have had a ton of bylines already which makes me feel pretty good.
In other news, there is no other news because I have been working my bootay off.
I'm going to get shitfaced tonight though - that should be excellent!
Oh yeah.

This fire is out of control

2006-04-26T12:23:00.000-06:00

I'm trying not to let the little things get to me today. I had the same problem yesterday, every little thing made me want to thow my fists at the person or inatimate object that pissed me off.
Same deal today, and it's only just past noon. I'll blame my raging anger on pms - not the fact that the alarm wasn't set and I'm now an hour and a half behind where I'd like to be, or the fact that my phone was off so I missed a bunch of calls i needed to take for my story or even on the fact that I seem to be missing my only $20. I'll just blame it on my ovaries - it's ok, they're used to it.
I'm hoping to go for a run today - it is super nice outside. Oh, my first load of laundry is done, It's time for the light coloured load to get washed.

ps: Franz Ferdinand last night = SUPERFANTASTIQUE!!

Gold lion is going to tell me where the line is

2006-04-20T11:23:00.000-06:00

I've been having really weird and vivid dreams lately, and by that I mean extra weird and vivid. I have weird dreams all the time.
I dreamt yesterday that I got to interview and have a photoshoot with Edwin. Remember him? He feels like a star.
(For those of you who may not know, I was desperatly in love with the man when I was younger. I now realize the mistake of my youth. I have also recently been informed that he is gay, and while that does not bother me too much, I appeared to be the only one on the planet that doesn't know. Maybe going into the girl's washroom that day 6 years ago wasn't a mistake...).
He had a tall, skinny, blonde haired fiance who I got along with marvelously.
Edwin and I chatted for hours on a patio overlooking a rocky coastline.
He drove a porsche, but it was an ugly forest green colour, so I declined to go for a ride with him when he offered.
When the whole thing was over I went to a swanky party and everything was perfect.
It was a really lovely dream, the weird thing is I can remember every little detail about it, too many of them to waste your time with.

Anyway, did you see Amazing Race last night?
Oh my goodness.
Intense.

I don't care if you're looking at my ______

2006-04-18T13:34:00.000-06:00

During this time of stress, I thought I would attempt to do something I actually know how to do: write about music.
I was just heard one of the worst songs ever created: the pussycat dolls' BEEP.
Is it a joke?
Seriously.
If it is a joke it sure isn't funny. Bitiching about being hot since you were in the seventh grade is not something you turn into a musical hangover. #1 you have no talent and #2 I want to claw your eyes out because you are upset over your good looks.
AAAAAGH!
And I say you for a reason, whatever your name is pussycat doll leader, because your kittens don't do anything. I don't even think they pretend to sing backup anymore.
And can anyone make their own song anymore, or is it a requirement that every single has to have a 'guest artist' on it?
(may I say that including Wil.i.am. from the black eyed peas is not a good choice. May I suggest someone with some credibility assist you through your musical nightmare?)
I hate you pussycat dolls, I hope you're on your 8th life by now - you sure look old enough to be. Now get on back to the strip club where you belong.
I sure won't miss you.

I'm addicted to bullshit

2006-04-13T14:31:00.000-06:00

Dear Project 2024 Internship Applicant:

Thank you so much for your interest in our summer 2006 Project 2024

internship program. This is the fourth year in a row that we are sponsoring

these special internships and the response was even greater and more

successful than last year. We received over a thousand applications all

from smart, driven young women like you. Your application was excellent and

we could see that you put a lot of hard work, energy, and enthusiasm into

it. However, the competition was fierce and our decision was very

difficult. We wish we could have given everyone a job, but there were only

seven slots available, and unfortunately we were unable to select you this

time around.

Keep up your amazing work. You are a true CosmoGIRL! and we hope you'll

apply again next year. We'll be sure to send you a notice and a new

application form when it's time to re-apply. Good luck and enjoy your

summer.

Regards,

Ann Shoket
Executive Editor
CosmoGIRL!

I'm heartbroken. Oh well, I think my current internship suits me just fine. An all expenses paid summer in NYC would have been cool though....

P.S: I did not get chosen for jury duty. What? They don't think I'm good enough or something?

Well do you, do you do you want to?

2006-04-12T11:07:00.000-06:00

I couldn't sleep last night because my boyfriend was snoring so loudly the closet doors in the bedroom were shaking. Even with repeated elbows to the solar plexis, he would not stop. UUUUGH! Why do people snore in the first place?
In other news, there is no other news.
Some crazy woman was screaming at someone outside the apartment building at an ungoldly hour this morning. She was not happy.
Nice weather always brings out the crazies. I can't wait to see what happens in July.

Some say he's a troubled boy just because he likes to destroy

2006-04-09T19:07:00.000-06:00

I disappeared today. It was a nice feeling. I felt like I was on vacation in my own city. It's just too bad it was rainy and gross out for most of the day. At least it's nice out now. I think I'm going to sit on the patio and chill.
Forget about it.

You're wortking for the police and privates, pirates and pilots

2006-04-08T22:11:00.000-06:00

I arrived at the concert late. My hair still in a fancy up-do from the fashion show I had participated in earlier in the day. I could barely see through my fake eyelashes and thick blue eyeliner, but my ears did not deceive me: _________ was just finishing their set.

No matter, I didn’t want to see them anyway. Nameless indie-emo rock does not appeal to any of my senses. I looked to my friend of over seven years and we wondered, ‘where are the adults?’

The smell of spray-on cologne and dirty socks was rank. Teenagers should learn how to do their own laundry when their mom is too busy to do it for them. At any rate we didn’t want to be in a sea of hormones and low-rise jeans so off to the beer gardens we went.

I followed her auburn hair full of golden sparkles to the blissful garden gates where we produced our identification. I realized then that she did her hair that Thursday night the way she used to do it when we went to concerts together when we were in high school. ‘An interesting coincidence,’ I thought as the burly security guard adorned my wrist with an orange wristband, I would be sure not to lose it.

Looking around the sanctity of the 18-or-older corral we looked for a friendly face. There was none to be found. If we had graduated only last year it would be a different story, but alas, last year I was in college not grade 12.

My friend had a beer for $3.75, not a bad price by any drink standards. I declined any beverages; my stomach was upset enough already. We found a quiet spot and chatted about men for almost 45 minutes, not a long chat, but a very long time between sets. Where was Metric? Were they repelled by the teenage funk as well?

This show was Metric’s largest ever in Edmonton; a sell-out crowd at the Shaw Conference Centre is a lot of people. Last October Metric sold out three consecutive shows at The Starlite Room. The difference between their October shows and this one in April is that The Starlite Room only holds 650 people, and all three shows were for adults only.

I think I would have liked to see them then.

Metric finally took the stage an hour after I arrived. The beer garden emptied, the shrill shrieks of girls and pre-pubescent boys filled the air and bounced back off the walls creating an unpleasant noise. Joules Scott-Key’s drum beats bounced off the walls as well making for a confusing beat. It is not his fault The Shaw does not carry sound well; Scott-Key was just doing his job.

We went to the floor to find a spot to watch the band and dance to the music. Again the two of us were sent away due to the smell and the teenagers’ disregard for basic concert etiquette. Apparently they all skipped that class to go to the mall.

We sat in the grand stand where all the controlling parents sit, perched uneasily on their chairs hoping their little girl or boy does not get groped or punched or worse: have fun.

However, we could see the stage well from this vantage point. Front woman Emily Haines looked like a Canindie darling in her white shorts and shirt. Her outfit masterfully reflected the blue, green and purple strobe lights that were dancing around the concert hall. Her voice was sweet and timid, just liked on Metric’s latest album Live it Out.

I expected more from Canada’s latest music darlings. They have played over 450 shows and certainly could not have become so popular by sounding the same live as they do on their recordings, or could they? It must be difficult for them to have to play the same fifteen songs over and over to audiences that probably cannot understand Haines’ beautiful lyrics.

As the show went on my friend and I were entertained by several young girls (and one old one) dancing in front of us. As there was nothing of interest happening on stage we just watched them, and that was worth the price of the ticket ($30) itself. Some were obviously high, many were disastrously drunk and the rest of them were just poor dancers. Instead of feeling bad for the youth who have lost their way we laughed; we made fun of their jerky dance moves and their stumbles, we got our wake-up call later.

Metric monotonously went through their set list saying nary a greeting to their audience. I got the feeling they did not want to be there any more than I did. At least they were getting paid.

Shortly before Metric left the stage before returning for their encore my friend and I decided on a bathroom break. The dancing had slowed down and nothing else was going on; Metric just couldn’t hold my attention.

The washroom was a horror-show. At least four underage girls were vomiting at the same time. It was everywhere and it smelled. One girl was crying over her cell phone, another was with an impatient looking friend; the others were on their own. I looked at my friend, she looked at me, and like we have done for years we spoke without speaking. The conversation, ‘let’s get the hell outta here!’

I don’t feel bad for leaving, I hear the encore was about as thrilling as the rest of Metric’s set. We picked up some free newspapers and read each other our horoscopes as we passed the rest of the parents waiting for their children at the doors to the building. We were glad to be out of there, and so was my weak stomach.

I would hope that Metric’s performance was tailored toward their fan-base that night; the thought still gives me hope that they are a good band. Unfortunately the facts tell the story: there was no chemistry between the people on-stage, there was nothing that held my attention and the audience was full of children. Next time I will just listen to the CD at home surrounded by people my own age.

When I call your name it's like a little prayer

2006-04-08T14:37:00.000-06:00

Over the past few days I have seen teenagers get high, get their groove on, get arrested and get sick.
Was I ever that stupid?
I mean you need to have fun when you're 16, but there is that thin line between fun and stupid. I have witnessed that line being crossed on several occasions this past week, hopefully there is some learning taking place too.
Wow, I sound so old. I'm not really that old. I'm still very young and very stupid. I just know how to handle my liquour and my drugs. I also never puke in public. (Unless it's a pull and puke, but that's only because of my stupid tummy).
But enough about popular indulgences, I do have a point.
I just saw myself in so many of the teenage girls I was around this week. It took me back to where I came from. I came from high school, good friends and great music. I came from fun and danger and limits. The Cassandra of today was born from the Cassandra of concert shoes, McNuggets and calling my Dad for a ride home.
I have changed so much. But is it for the better?
Some of it.
I lost some of myself along the way.
You have too, for better or for worse. I guess that is what getting older is about: knowing how to handle yourself.
When you know what makes you puke when you're 16 you do it because it makes you sound cool when you're MSNing your MySpace friends the next day.
When you know what makes you puke when you're 21 you have choices. To do it and look stupid, or to not do it, save the money and respect your body.
I don't like looking stupid.
Do you?

Cadillac, Cadillac, long and dark, shiny and black

2006-04-04T15:10:00.000-06:00

Why did we have to have this stupid country themed day at school today. It came complete with a mechanical bull and cowboy Dj. I hate country music so much. My ears actually started bleeding.
They played the Cadillac Ranch song and I remembered a certain event that happened about 15 years ago whilst that song was playing. It was not funny then, but it sure is now.
Everyone who grew up in Alberta knows how to dance to that song. It's like the public school system wants to keep the moves in our genes so when an Albertan is in NYC and they play that song the Albertan will know all the steps. Subsequently the New Yorkers will be amazed and instantly recoginize that the guy looking like an idiot is from Alberta.
I love Alberta's pulic school curriculum.

Running around robbing banks all wacked on the scooby snacks

2006-04-03T19:03:00.000-06:00

Today is the start of a new era. A new car for Cassandra. It's purple.
Other than that, the month of hell has begun. I'm trying not to get stressed, but I am. I am totally stressed. Baaaaah! There goes my head.
Anyway, babies are everywhere. I love babies, and so do my hormones. They're all like "Cass, you can make one of those if you want to...do you want to? Why don't you want to? Just do it. Just have one and see what happens...You know you want to."
And my ovaries are all like YES!!!
And my head is all like HELL NO!!
And there is war within my body. I'm not impressed.
But, I have a car now. It's purple.

I would I suppose if I was a better man

2006-03-31T12:15:00.000-07:00

Actually, I'm really glad I'm not a man. I would hate walking around with my stuff hanging out everywhere all day. I mean, that can't be comfotable, especially when you're running or something. I prefer my goodies stuffed up inside me where It belongs.
People are so weird. I was at the club the other night. I got so drunk I drank lemon juice without even noticing. That's not the point. The point is that people are weird.
Like the bouncer who thinks he's a male model from 1996. It's unfortunate. I hate to use this term, but I can't think of any other word to describe it. He had the gayest hair in the world. Like seriously fruity. Think a Calvin Klein underwear add hair from about a decade ago, but with random purple streaks through it. Not even a nice purple, like a fake-grape purple.
People are so phony, and then you get drunk and become one of them.
Good or bad? I don't have any idea.

I don't need you, I want you

2006-03-28T20:36:00.000-07:00

If you think that I have been dealing with a lot of stupid people lately, today got even worse.
I had to deal with myself, and that's bad news. I totally caused some serious problems for an editor in a place where I would like to continue freelancing. I feel like such a dumbass.
Maybe some dancing will make me feel better - I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow.

ps: what was up with that last comment? Sure I would like to make some extra money, but not by pissing people off. Wait - maybe I do...I am in J-School.

Today is the greatest day I've ever known

2006-03-27T14:03:00.000-07:00

Actually, it isn't. To tell you the truth it's a pretty garbage day other than the fact I just happened to get some really awesome news. Want to know what it is?
I'll tell you when I see you.
Enjoy the spring weather.
I like spring. It lets me wear my big sunglasses.
Thanks Sun! Keep up the good work.

You can't get shot in the back if you don't run

2006-03-25T14:31:00.000-07:00

I have a plan. It's a super-secret plan and no one knows about it but me. I think it's going to stay that way until my plan takes action sometime this summer. Well, hopefully sometime this summer.
I just wanted to let everyone know that I have a plan. Don't worry, it isn't a suicide-bombing.
Have a lovely Saturday.

It's the end of the world as we know it

2006-03-22T19:41:00.000-07:00

It really is the end of the world...or at least the end of an era. My little Mazda is going to the junk yard. I'm actually pretty upset about it, it was my little grey baby. I don't understand why it died. I drove it well, gave it lots of love and took relatively good care of it. There were no accidents either.
I guess it was just its time to go.
Really, I should be happy that I'm getting a different car...although it may be a 1983 standard BMW. This poses several problems: #1 it's ugly. #2 It's older than me. #3 It's a standard.
Oh well, at least I get to drive the altima for the weekend. My mom is all worried that I'm going to get pulled over by the cops because it looks like a drug car. I think that would be hillarious.
Goodbye old Mazda, how I will miss thee....

Green plastic watering can

2006-03-20T13:48:00.000-07:00

My boyfriend gave me his awful cold. I'm sniffling and coughing and sneezing. I thought it was just a morning stuffiness, but no; I've got the sore neck and the sore throat and the whole thing. Perfect timing for it too, I have a ton of free time on my hands right now.
On the plus side I only got stuck in the snow once today, that's pretty awesome.
St. Patrick's Day was a gong show, as usual. Past a certain point in the evening I don't recall much other than using the washroom at the Tim Horton's on Whyte Ave - then I woke up Saturday morning. It was good times though. I have this crazy ass bruise on my leg too, it's just starting to show through. Ironically enough it's a lovely green colour.
Anyway, I'm procrastinating terribly, back to work for me!!

Every day feels exactly the same

2006-03-11T16:34:00.000-07:00

My apologies for not updating in a while. Life is crazy. But you already know that, don't you?
I have some serious adventures to tell you about: The concert at Kings Knight Pub, Moneen, The Week from Hell...of course the most important subject to bring up is the countdown to funday.
Ladies and gentelmen, in six days it will be St. Patrick's Day. One of the most important days in my calendar year. I can't wait for all the green and the beer and the friends. I have dusted off my shamrock googly headband, it will make an appearance on my head this year. The hunt is on for my green eye goo, I only wear it once a year. I need to brush up on my Irish heritage so I can prove that I really am an Irish girl without my Irish passport. Being blonde does not help that cause. Being cute does.
I went to get my green St. Patty's Day shirt today, and a new pair of jeans as my only pair died. I had no luck. Everything that was green was that awful light minty/avocado pastel colour. What the hell is that? I want GREEN not some pansy colour. I did get green socks though, I couldn't leave the mall empty-handed.
Actually, I should have left the mall without any goods. I have no money. Luckily my credit card saved my ass yesterday when I had to get a new cell phone. My other one (that I only had for just over one year) bit the dust on Thursday. My new phone is red and I think it is ugly, but it works and it was the cheapest one at the store. Social Code wasn't even working, he would have given me a deal. Dammit.
I wish there was some way I could trade something other than money for goods and services. What about a smile for a new pair of jeans, or some homemade macaroni art for some petrol? How about I trade my words for money. Wait - isn't that what I do already? I guess it's not going very well. Maybe I should spruce up my vocabulary.
I may later eat my words, but I can't wait for Monday. I need a new week, a fresh slate, a chance to start over and forget the week from hell. At least I have some pretty flowers to look at.
It's time for a hot bath.
P.S. That is an Irish Goddess, try to get into the spirit will ya?
P.P.S. I have a surprise for you...you will be surprised.

Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker

2006-02-21T16:23:00.000-07:00

This post is dedicated to the woman in the forest green minivan full of childern who decided to make her own turning lane at the interstection of 116 St. and 104 Ave, cut me off, beat me to the CIBC drive thru and then proceeded to take half a lifetime to process her transaction.
Bitch.
So, I guess my last post sparked some debate. I like it! I can't think of anything contreversial to bring up right now, so I'll save it for another post.
I'm shadowing a reporter at CTV tomorrow, that should prove to be super cool.
Other than that, I'm just pissed off because of the snow. Stupid STUPID snow.

I know where it's at

2006-02-11T12:30:00.000-07:00

After reading the lead story in The Independent (www.independent.co.uk) on this beautiful, sunny mid-February Saturday I am beginning to feel quite anxious about the effects of Global warming.
The article, (you can read it here: http://news.independent.co.uk/environment/article344690.ece ) says that we have already passed the stage in which global powers would have had the chance to stop the Earth's temperature from rising by two degrees Celsius. When the average temperature rises to that level we can expect serious flooding, famine, drought and death. Mix that with using up the Earth's oil reserves within the next few years and, well, see you in the next life.
I happen to think about the end of the world a lot, I think about awful things like fire and war destroying the planet. I think about famine and dust covering the prairies. I think about whether or not I should have children, I wouldn't want to bring them up in a world that the scientists are predicting.
One of the highly qualified scientists quoted in The Independent's story said that the changes that would need to be made (or would have needed to have been made) would cost less than the Iraq war. Why is money being spent on death when it can be spent preserving the future?
It's unfortunate that the Canadian government has not done much in the way of saving the planet either. Start stocking up on canned goods and sunblock now, something tells me both of those items will become a hot commodity in a few years.

Manchester England, England; across the Atlantic Sea. And I'm a genius genius....

2006-02-06T21:15:00.000-07:00

Well, I started my day witnessing a crackhead having a freak out at 7:30 this morning. I sincerely hope that isn't a sign for the rest of my week. Things are actually going ok right now, hopefully I'll get a chance to go to the gym this week and work off some of my tummy.
Actually, I think I'm just totally bloated due to my lovely womanly cycle, but that should end soon. I really haven't been eating much lately, but I haven't been hungry. What I do eat is actually quite healthy and I'm very pleased with myself. I've been a vegetarian for a whole week now, isn't that just too cool? I'm a little surprised I made it this long to tell you the truth. Now I'm shooting for two, think I can make it?
I keep forgetting about the month of March, I just am imagining the jump from February to the end of April when I graduate and begin my career. Actually, my career has already begun, but when I have my own business card I know I'll be doing ok.
I'm tying to find someone who participates in a very extreme sport, if you know anyone please email me.
Well, I'm going to catch the end of the Oilers game. I'm so done writing for today. I just can't squeeze any more words out of my fingers, they've gone dry for the night.
Oh, here are my friends molesting another one of my friends - but I don't think he minds.

Give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair

2006-01-30T19:18:00.000-07:00

Today is a weird, weird fucking day.
I don't really know where to begin, the beginning is far to obvious a place to start, so I'll start with now. Procrastination seems to be a common theme in my blog entries, so as you can gues I'm doing it right now, and feeling a little funny about it. I have stuff to do now, wheras this afternoon I was waiting for hours on end for someone, anyone to call me. For the past three hours my phone has not stopped ringing.
Before that I was quite upset, and a little distraught over my lack of success in getting people to return my calls. I was frustrated for one too many reasons, and so I left my lovely office for the comfort of home. Not much comfort though. I think I would have been better off at my boyfriend's place in retrospect.
Some interviews went well, but the one I really wanted to go well just went ok. A certain someone mumbles, and mumbling over a cellphone, long-distance makes for me saying "pardon me?" far too many times.
I am really having a hard time with my journalistic skills today. Should I be in this profession? Should I just go back to the kitchen where I can at least pretend I know what I'm doing? It's always an option I guess.
I totally blew an interview this morning too, I'm not very happy about that. Hopefully my resume speaks louder and more fluently than I did.
UUUGH.
Well, I did have a very delicious croissant today. That was pretty good.
Well on to editing, writing, crying and sleeping.
Hurrah.

Feeling like a freak on a leash

2006-01-28T17:24:00.000-07:00

Sleeping away the afternoon has its ups and downs. On the upside I feel better than I did when I fell asleep, on the downside I forgot to call people, missed an outing and feel like a complete ass. It's dark outside now, I was actually enjoying the afternoon.
I really have nothing new or exciting to say. Ron Jeremy won't return my calls. Wow, never thought that one would slip off my fingers. But he won't! That's two interview times that he's too busy for. I'm not happy about that. Not happy at all.
I've been trying to search out a good internship lately. I really do not want to spend my summer working for the Hanna Revue or the Vermillion Mirror. The best lead I have is an 8 week all-expenses paid internship with CosmoGIRL in New York. Other than that, I'm not really turned on by anything else. Oh well, I'm sure something will come up.
In closing, LONG LIVE MOJO!

Shake your body body, move your body body

2006-01-26T11:58:00.000-07:00

I know I am the world's worst procrastinator. I plan to start doing something, and then I never ever do it. It's a terrible cycle. Oh well. It's noon anyway and everyone I have to call works for the government, so no-one will answer my calls.
In other news, my boyfriend made me very, very happy last night. He cooked me the best dinner he ever has ever made me, he bought a very expensive bottle of French wine (which we drank happily) and he brought me some absolutely gorgeous orchids. They're purple and bright green. He is so smart and I am so lucky.
So, I'm interviewing Ron Jeremy tomorrow. What the hell am I supposed to ask him? I'm open to suggestions....
I think I'm coming down off of my Toronto high. It's a little sad, but it's still good memories. Here's a picture. Hope you like it.
Ok, so I'm sitting in Starbucks right now watching the downtowners on their lunch breaks. Someone just walked by me and farted. It REALLY REALLY smells. It's like rotten eggs and sweaty socks. Gross.
I think I'm going to be a vegetarian for a while, it's time to change up my eating habits, so starting Monday the only 'meat' I'm going to eat will be fish. I think it will be good for me.
Oh yeah.

Baby when the lights go out, every single word could not express my love and tenderness

2006-01-22T15:46:00.000-07:00

Took the day off from seminars today and went touring around this big city. I feel so independent, it's quite empowering. I spent WAY too much money, but I got a lot of cool stuff!
I've decided I want to go the way of the hippie - I'll explain later, but I think that's what I'm going to go for.
Today was so cool, I really liked Little India. Seriously, there's a Little India here. Good curry.
Anyway, we have to go to "fucking graduation" tonight, it's a formal. I will look hot.
Here's some CN Tower for ya!

T - dot - Ohhhhh

2006-01-18T20:12:00.000-07:00

Wow. This place is so big.
I'm completely overwhelmed, but the funny thing is I feel so at home here. I don't feel out of place at all.
This is the view from my hotel window, you can see more detail during the day, but I think I'm going to focus taking different types of photos from now on.
It's windy as hell here! Snowing a bit, not that cold.
I can see how you can get lost in a place like this. Not like physically lost, but misplacing your identity lost. I think the towering buildings really take something out of people.
I got my first taste of real homelessness tonight. Men just sitting in the middle of the street, in boxes or garbage bags or whatever they can collect. They're not even begging anymore, they're just completely defeated. Quite depressing.
anyway, I've been up since 4 am so I think I'm going to chill out for a bit - it's almost 10:30 here you know....

Fuck y'all for coming!

2006-01-15T11:48:00.000-07:00

I have about 800 things to say right now. Most importantly is that I watched the most amazing movie ever yesterday! "The Life and Hard Times of Guy Terrifico." Seriously, it is genius. You must see it as soon as you can. I think it gets released next week. It's going to be huge.
So I'm interviewing (in person) the writer/director and writer/lead actor tomorrow and I'm pretty nervous. The lead actor, Matt, is so hot! How am I going to do this? He is just so fine he blows my mind. This could be an issue for me. Maybe I should be drunk when I do it. Hmmm, I'll think it over.
I saw one of the worst bands ever last night. Some local band named, well, I can't remember what it is named, but they sucked! They opened for Armchair Cynics and Mobile, a concert I really didn't want to go to anyway, but they put me on the guest list and I haven't been to a concert yet where the band I interviewed put me on the list. I figured it was time I showed up.
Yeah...my friend and I hid in the creepy bathroom until the shit band's set was over, then I made my excuses to the bands and we left.
I gave $5 to a busker playing the guitar at the university LRT station and told him he was way better than the band we just saw at the bar. He laughed so hard I think he almost busted a gut.
As we were heading up the stairs at the LRT station on Jasper and 107th we passed a guy who had blood all over him. It was really odd. I'll just be watching the news to see if there were any unsolved stabbings last night. I have a pretty good description of the guy.
Then, not even five minutes after I got back to my boyfriend's place two ambulances and an ems truck showed up at the apartment. I guess there was an incident on his floor. I still don't know what it is, no-one was taken away so I guess it couldn't have been that serious.
Weird things always happen in the fog.
Anyway, I have a ton of stuff to do today. Three days and counting until Toronto....

I think we're alone now, there doesn't seem to be anyone around

2006-01-12T19:37:00.000-07:00

I'm tired. Like really, awfully, freakishly tired. I can't get over it. I think it's just first-week-back-in-school-and-out-of-hibernation-syndrome, but it's still stupid.
I'm getting a package sent to me on the overnight express, and I'm pretty excited to get it. I feel so important, I enjoy feeling important.
I also got paid for some, but not all, of the work I did before the holiday. The money is nice to have, but I would still like to see the rest of it. It will make me rest easier knowing that I have been paid in full.
In some sad news, no-one noticed my new hair colour today. No one noticed yesterday either. I don't get it. I thought going from brown and dark brown to blonde and honey is a noticeable change. Plus bangs again. Oh well, at least I know it looks good. I realized how much I actually missed my blonde hair when my stylist took the towel off of my head yesterday. I almost cried. My blonde hair is me, I am my blonde hair.
As a side note 'blonde' is the one of the few, if not only, word in the English language that is spelled differently according to its masculine or feminine denotation. Cassandra is blonde. Jude Law is blond. (I don't actually know if that cutie pants is blond, I just thought he would make a good example).
The government spelled blonde wrong on my driver's license. You would think some government body would notice that. I guess not.
Blonde, blonde, blonde, blonde, blonde. Hooray! I look so much cuter now, plus my 'newsy' hairstyle is hot! But I'm sure not going to start using as much product as those news chicks on tv do. If I had to cover a fire my head would likely combust.
Than you.

Please allow me to introduce myself

2006-01-08T17:04:00.000-07:00

Horray for waking up on Sunday morning without a hangover. With the amount I drank last night I am truly amazed that I am not even feeling a slight degree of illness. Lucky me! I suppose this turn of events means I should write one of the several articles I have to write that are due tomorrow. Hmmmm. I'm really not in a serious writing mood. I know I will be tomorrow when the pressure is on, but today I really just want to relax.
I'm making a lovely dinner tonight for my man when he comes home from work. Sometimes I like to be Suzie Homemaker, it's the girl in me I guess.
My computer is being really stupid today. It must want to take the day off work too. Well computer if you get to take the day off work then so do I!
The argument is settled. The rest of the day will be spent on the couch as I will not have a couch day again for a very, very long time.
Oh, go to the link provided. I find it hilarious; you, however, may think otherwise.
http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=zLElfJ9YCh0
Does anyone want to do a shooter?

Get 'em high

2006-01-07T15:36:00.000-07:00

Michael Peca looks like a zombie. Seriously. In this picture he dosen't even look that bad, when he's playing hockey he looks like such a zombie.
Seriously.
Just look at him.
I hope he doesn't eat my brain one day. I'm terribly frightened of zombies.
I guess I would have to say that I'm terrified of zombies and aliens and birds and elk. But that's about it. That list isn't too long is it?

How come jerks don't know they're jerks?

2006-01-05T22:44:00.000-07:00

I hate it when my life begins to revolve around money, especially money I don't have.
I'm waiting to get paid from several sources and I'm beginning to become impatient. I am waiting for money from the government, the only thing they do that makes me happy right now. I'm waiting to get my money to pay my bank for the money they are lending me so I can go to school.
I have to say that I'm a little upset right now. Just because I'm living at home while attending school shouldn't mean that I don't get things like millenium bursaries or student loans. I live close to school, and it is a relatively short program so it would do me no benefit to move out to attend college. I weighed the options, and decided to stay at home because it would be that much cheaper; but now it looks like taking the seemingly less expensive route of staying at home is actually costing me more money.
I had to take out a student line of credit from the bank. Something I have to pay for every month in increacing amounts.
Because I work for my college I really do not make a lot of money, about enough to keep my car running every month. I don't get money from my parents (although I know they wish they could) or any other family members. I can't get rid of my car because I need it for work and to get to my stupid, ugly campus.
I don't spend my money foolishly, I never have, and now I feel like I am being punished for it. I really feel like I'm going to be paying for this for the rest of my life.
I don't even want to think about how much I will have to pay when I graduate. I'm scared to check my bank account even now.
In addition, I also hate it when people say 'how come' instead of 'why?' What is wrong with 'why?" Where did 'how come' come from anyway? It's stupid. I think it should be abolished from the Canadian English language.

Ask me what I did today

2006-01-04T17:27:00.000-07:00

So, I've reverted to the career of 12-year-olds everywhere - newspaper delivery.
Is it really any surprise (notice the 's' not the 'z,' it looked stupid) that in the four weeks I've had to deliver the MacJo, I did 5 days before returning to school? I did it though, that huge gigantic bundle of papers that I couldn't even carry myself (thanks Tyler) is all gone! And, I have a pocket full of business cards to show for it.
Thank goodness my hometown has a fast-food restaurant every five meters. Haha! Actually I did go to some good places like the Greyhound station downtown. I was only scared for three minutes.
Ok, so this is the part of the blog where I need to ask for your help. Yes, I'm talking to you. Please help me keep my motivation high regarding going to the gym. I have two weeks before I go to the big city and I must look good or I will never forgive myself. I didn't go today, so I must go tomorrow.
I've decided to sign-up for a bellydancing class again. I had so much fun with it in the summer, and hopefully I will be able to dance like Shakira when I'm done with it.
Ooh lala!

Oh lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?

2006-01-04T11:43:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm getting back in the groove of things again. There is a ton of stuff I have to do today, none of which I am looking forward to very much. I need to fill a section in Intercamp by next Tuesday, and so far, I have one story I can use. One story does not fill a section.
In other news I got my new classy winter jacket last night. I love it, but that store is fucked up! Fairweather has beautiful dresses, lovely jackets, but the rest of their clothing seem to go to shit. Not to mention that their size 10 pants fit like a size 6 and whoever makes their sweaters obviously does not take into account the fact that women have breasts. It must have been a woman making the sweaters, a flat-chested bitch who is just jealous of cleavage.
I know it is a woman designer because men love boobs; even gay men love boobs. Am I wrong?
I'm refusing to believe that I've actually gained that much weight as I am going to the gym religiously and am eating like a saint. (Except for that greasy pizza a couple nights ago, but it was worth it).
I am so frustrated. And, to make matters worse, I didn't get any money from anybody in the mail today. Do I not deserve my pay? I worked for it over a month ago and I still haven't seen it. This may require some serious phone-calling.
I am quickly turning myself into a grumpy mess, so I'm going to stop complaining and start working.
Karaoke tonight, that will be a good laugh.

You will believe in me, and that can never be ignored

2006-01-02T13:03:00.000-07:00

Well, New Year's Eve wasn't the complete disaster I thought it would be, although it would be a far stretch to say that I had a good time. I don't want to get into the details, but I survived and had the best NYE I've had in a while.
Confused yet? You should be.
So, I promised you a list of my worst moments this year, and I realize that I don't really have any. I'm obviously the perfect woman. What can I say?
However, one moment of shame would have to be the entirety of the Haloween Howler. Can you say gongshow? Wow. Trouble. And, the worst hangover of my life. I couldn't even focus my eyes without throwing up. I think my most emarassing moment was making an ass out of myself when meeting Kerry Diotte. You know what they say about first impressions...I hope he likes drunken pirate wenches.
Oh, this is me before heading out to the part on NYE. I love my blue eye-stuff, it's my favourite eye-stuff at the moment.
Anyway, tonight is girls night. Bust out the wine and chick flicks!

Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the back

2005-12-31T12:30:00.000-07:00

Good Morning!
Here is a list of my proudest acomplishments this year:

10. Getting the chance to go to Toronto (but I still don't leave for three weeks!)
9. Running the household for over a week without burning it down, or dealing with any major injuries this past February while the parents were in Vegas
8. Completing my summer job to term without ending up completely insane
7. Passing my first full year of college
6. Interviewing 50 Cent (6b. 50 Cent hitting on me because of my name)
5. Becoming an editor at my college's weekly newspaper
4. Surviving Wainganistan with poise
3. Keeping a relationship alive for over one year
2. Participating in several foot races in and around the city of Edmonton this summer and not coming in last even once
1. Having the lede news stories in the Dec. 16, 2005 issue of SCN

Well that made me feel better. Now you try it. Watch for the list of my 'moments of shame.' I'll probabbly write it when I'm drunk later tonight; that will make it even better.

Say hello, remain close to me

2005-12-30T22:38:00.000-07:00

I love Mr. Good, but I don't think he cares. Sigh.
I went to Ikea with my boyfriend today to furnish his apartment. Mission accomplished! Well, it will be when we have our building day on Sunday. He's so lucky I went with him, I found him some good deals - and, I bought all those little things that adds personality to an apartment that most men just don't think of. The colour scheme is so manly. I love it. I don't really care if he does or not, but I do. Spending other people's money is fun!
I dream of having my own Ikea apartment one day. It will be so fabulous. I'll throw dinner parties every Thursday, as long as the guests bring wine, and we will all have a splendid time. Very Bridget Jones. Sometimes I think I am Bridget Jones, and sometimes I think I'm just Cassandra.
I decided not to go to the gym today, I figured I needed to give my poor body a break. Really, it just means that I'll have to work extra hard tomorrow.
How I hate Dec. 31. Even looking at that date makes me want to cry. I truly hope that I'm not a blubbering mess tomorrow night as I will ruin my friend's evening and then she will get mad at me and I will get mad at her and it will be just another shit-ball of a New Year's Eve.
I think my only solution to tomorrow night is to drink copious amounts of liquor, but that poses a few problems.
1. I'm beyond broke. I don't even know how I'm going to make it to Toronto next month.
2. If I'm drinking when I'm sad, I'll cheer up for a bit, but eventually (around the eighth or ninth drink) everything gets worse and I turn into an unconsolable mess.
3. I don't want to start 2006 hovered over a toilet and ruining building day.
I don't know what to do.
I hate New Year's Eve. I almost fell off of a balcony 23 stories up one New Year's Eve. That was my one and only drunken New Year's. Then I puked all night.
I'm such a lady.
You know, I would actually love to take etiquitte classes. If they offered a lady's etiquitte class at the college I would take it in a second. I think manners and mannerisms are so important. Maybe I'll resolve to be a better lady in 2006, although I don't think my boyfriend would like that too much! Zing!
I will say that my favourite thing about the end of the year is all the lists that come out. I love lists, top tens, best this or worst that. I'm a sucker for lists. I think I'll create some of my own and post them for your reading pleasure.

We could be perfect strangers

2005-12-29T19:31:00.000-07:00

I'm doing a great job keeping my motivation down to an almost non-existent level. Well, actually that's not true. When I woke up this morning and couldn't move my legs due to some serious muscle pain, I promised myself that today would be an easy day at the gym. I kicked my own ass. I didn't think it was possible, but I did.
My usual 15 min walk home from the gym took me over 30 mins, it was all I could do to shuffle my broken ass home. Now, after lying on the couch for several hours, watching Ewan MacGregor attempt to travel around the world on a motorcycle, I am mentally prepared to use my Christmas present to myself - a workout DVD.
However, my legs are still having movement issues, so we will see what happens.
I may go to karaoke tonight where I won't sing and make fun of those who do. But I still have to work out for an hour and then shower and get ready to go. Wow, that seems like way too much work right now. I'll give it another thought.

Buy this car to drive to work, drive to work to pay for this car

2005-12-28T23:21:00.000-07:00

Oh, I have so much to say; but where to start?
Christmas was great! I was unnecessarily spoiled by everyone, and for that I thank you. I was able to create some fun memories with my family. I would also like everyone to know that I am now the undisputed Scrabble and Rummoli champion in the Kyle household. Any challengers? Bring it on!
I have been hitting the gym hard over the past few days. They say that the second day is the hardest, and I say that they are correct! My legs feel like they are embedded into slabs of concrete, my back cracks every time I move, I cannot bear to lift my arms higher than my shoulders. They say 'no pain no gain' I say they are evil bastards, but they are right about that too.
Of course I just want to look like Shakira. I think she is the most beautiful woman in the world. Look at those curves! Wow!
I'm beginning to get a little stir-crazy. I'm not working right now, and I'm so used to always working and always being busy. I'm not doing much of anything right now, I can't stand it! Please, someone, find me a project! I'm really going to lose my mind!
I was standing in the returns and exchanges line at best buy today and I almost took the keys out of my purse and stabbed the woman behind me. She was just awful, and so were her children. That woman, who was sporting an unattractive almost-mullet, needs to take a lesson in etiquette. Yes, the return line is long, but it's the first day for returns so what do you expect? The man at the door told me I would be waiting for 30 minutes. I have nothing else to do so I waited. She was debating with her brats the entire time about staying or going. I was praying that they would leave, but of course they did not. So, when the horrid woman approached the staff with her returns, the first thing that comes out of her wretched mouth was some stupid complaint. I wanted to throw a brick at her head. Do you think she stopped to think that that girl she was bitching at was having a good day doing returns for customers who have been waiting in line for half the day. Probably not. That woman really didn't need to compound the problem. I hope she gets a dose of her bad karma pretty quickly. She deserves it.
I think that I'm sensing the beginning of my New Year's depression. Every year on the 30th, 31st, and 1st I am the saddest girl in the world. I don't know why, I just am. It sucks. I can't figure it out and I can't make it go away. I usually just hide under my blankets until I feel decent enough to appear in public again. Go figure.
Well, my muscles need a break. I'm going to finish watching the news.

Reindeer Games

2005-12-19T20:07:00.000-07:00

I was slapped across the face by The Christmas Spirit this afternoon. It hurt a bit, but it mostly made me want more. I can't believe it's taken me this long to get all "Christmasy," usually I'm in the holiday spirit about two weeks into December, but not this year. Oh well, I had bigger things to focus my attention on.
Take Saturday for example. I was sitting at my boyfriend's, having a lovely hangover evening when he called and asked me to take him to the hospital. I freaked out, of course, jumped in my car, picked him up and went to the Royal Alex. That was a fun Saturday night.
He fell at work and slammed his wrist into the wall, luckily it's not broken, but he still has to take a couple days off.
Friday night was my best friend's birthday - what a total gong show. Seriously. My new outfit was lovely, and my boob only fell out of my dress once - luckily it was in the ladies washroom and no one saw. I was drinking martini's all night, and I didn't find out until Saturday afternoon that they were triples, not doubles, which explains a lot. Everyone was trashed. I couldn't even walk by the end of the night, but I'm not sure if that was due to the booze or the shoes.
The picture shows me and my best friend (hot isn't she?) getting our drunk asses driven home by my boyfriend. he's so brave.
Sunday I braved the stupid gigantic mall with my boyfriend, He got a lot of shopping done. I, on the other hand, still have a long way to go. Sigh.
Christmas baking tomorrow...

Alert Status Red

2005-12-15T20:14:00.000-07:00

Ok, so first off I don't know what I was thinking about that whole scooping the gazette thing. I spoke to the photographer on several occasions, once for about 30 mins while waiting for a scrum to happen. It must have been all the adrenaline, sorry for the misinformation.
So, there are lots of rumours that the fire was caused by a meth lab, but until investigators can get into the burned out condos, no one will know anything. It's really all speculation right now, but you know that city and their drugs....
I really couldn't believe the fire, it was huge, loud, scary. I felt, and still feel so bad for the people who have had their homes destroyed. Luckily the firewall really helped to stop the spread of the fire to one side of the building.
I did make friends with a bunch of professional journalists though, it's always good to get to know the people in your field. They were all really nice and had a ton of helpful tips for me. There's nothing like on-the-job experience.
Leaving the fire behind, I went and spent $140 on a new dress and shoes for tomorrow night. I feel really guilty spending all that cash on myself, but I did anyway. As long as I feel (and look) like a million dollars tomorrow night, then I guess it's all worth it.
I guess the other big news of the day is that I'm going to Toronto in January! I'm so excited! There will be a pre-Toronto shopping spree involved, that's for sure!
Well, I'm starving so I'm off to make myself some dinner.

THIS JUST IN

2005-12-14T22:18:00.000-07:00

I covered my first hard news story tonight. There was this massive explosion and fire at an apartment building in St.Albert. It was HUGE. Building collapsed, flames higher than the sky, I still smell like smoke. I didn't see any Gazette reporter there, we totally scooped them. Anyway, I have to file my story, more juicy details to come.

Whenever, Wherever, We're meant to be together

2005-12-13T09:53:00.000-07:00

Before I really get into it, I suggest going here http://www.theonion.com/content/node/43189 for a good laugh.
So, I want to be British. I think deep down inside me I always have wanted to become a Briton, but it's just recently that I've been able to come to terms with it.
I know what you're thinking, why would you want to be British? Well, British people are cool, they have awesome musicians, incredible history, cute accents and curry is available everywhere (or so I'm told).
It's not that I don't like being Canadian, because I really do. Canada is great. I think I'm just searching for some culture and hot accents. (The accent thing, by the way, goes for all of the UK. Irish and Scottish accents are very sexy too.)
Oh, and I could use words like "dodgy" and "fit" and "blimey" and "wanker" all the time and not sound stupid. I would love to take a course in British slang, that would be tops.
Well, I'm off to continue with my day. Hopefully I will lose 20 lbs in the process, that would be nice.

My life is brilliant, my love is pure

2005-12-12T10:54:00.000-07:00

I was forced to buy myself a new blowdryer this weekend after dropping my classic conair into my boyfriend's toilet. I guess everything does happen for a reason because now my new blowdryer kicks ass! It's black with silver sparkles (I didn't know about the sparkles until I took it out of the box, that was followed by a squeal of delight and some jumping up and down), it is small, light and really quiet. It's called an Ion Shine Conair 1625, and it makes my hair shine so beautifully; it actually inspires me to blowdry my hair. I have used my new beautification tool two days in a row, which is more than I can say I blowdryed my hair in the entire month of November. My hair looks prettier than CEO Barbie's, so take that biotch.
In other exciting news, I'm writing my final final in 2 hours! I don't know what I'm going to do with all my free time. Actually, I don't have a lot of free time and the time I do have will be spent at the gym in an attempt to look stunning for New Years Eve*.
Well, I'm going to study my five pages of notes I took in that stupid class over that past four months and get some lunch, and maybe blowdry my hair again.

*I actually detest New Year's Eve and plan to sit at home until my drunken boyfriend calls me for a ride home. But at least I'll look good!

Ask yourself, will you burn in hell?

2005-12-11T18:57:00.000-07:00

This is a photo taken by Jim Nachtwey, a famed war photographer. This was taken in an orphanage in Romania in the early 90's. The children are in a "can't be saved" room.
Depressing, but something to think about when you feel things can't get any worse.
You're never going to a "can't be saved" room; they're gone.

Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself

2005-12-10T16:35:00.000-07:00

So, I'm sitting here eating one of the most delicious samosa's I've ever had thinking about thinking about starting my mass comm essay. This situation poses two problems for me:
#1. I'm having a day where I am in a constant state of hunger; nothing fills me up. These days always make me upset as they are always followed by a day or two of avoiding the gym at all costs.
#2. I don't want to write my mass comm essay. There, I said it. I know what I want to write about and I know how I want to write it, I just don't want to do it.
Why am I such a lazy person? I should change my name to Miss. Procrastination. Would you read an article by Cassandra Procrastination? I would, but not right now. I'd read the article later.
I did some Christmas shopping today, I went to the dreaded South Edmonton Common. That place is just as bad, if not worse than West Edmonton Mall. I hate it. However, I did get some gifts for my friends and family, so I can de-stress about that a little bit.
Should I get my boyfriend's parents something? They always get me stuff, am I obligated to return the gesture? Stressmas sucks!
AAAAA! This crazy grammar bitch is going to go nutso soon!
I think it's time for some good music and maybe some wine. I bought wine glasses today, why not celebrate my purchase and drink up? Hmmm... maybe not. I did drink eight double martinis last night, and then ventured to the bar. Woke up with a killer headache...but the banana* sandwich was worth it.
I think this is the worst thing I've ever written, my apologies.

* Thanks to Gwen Stefani for teaching me how to spell Banana.

Tuesdays are for suckers

2005-12-06T21:09:00.000-07:00

I feel like a fat lard today, just call me Tina. Busy day though, final exam in the am, story writing and in-depth interviewing in the afternoon, and now studying for a final tomorrow am. What an exciting life.
I think I'm going to try and download the soundtrack to Closer, I love that movie (not just because Jude Law is in it), and I really like a lot of the songs on it too. I can't buy the soundtrack because all my money is going toward Christmas presents, and I don't want it on my Christmas list because I don't want the CD that badly. The solution: downloading.
Speaking of Christmas lists, I don't even have one yet. Oh well.
I do hope that I get spoiled by a certain cuddlemuffin this year, I've been a very good girl.

Go Ninja, Go Ninja Go!

2005-12-05T21:37:00.000-07:00

I had an epiphany in class this afternoon. It was so grand that I thought I should share it with you all.
Remember when we were little and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were the biggest thing going? I was between five and seven-years-old at the time the cartoon was popular. I wanted to marry Michaelangelo, he was witty and spry, I liked his personality.
My ephiphany however, came to me when I remembered that my friends and I would always 'play' Ninja Turtles at the tire castle at every recess opportunity. I was always April, the sassy reporter; I always wanted to be like her.
Then one day another girl, a prettier girl, wanted to play Ninja Turtles with the boys and I. She was nominated to be the new April, I was demoted to become Splinter, the martial arts master and dirty sewer rat. I think it scarred me forever.
I repressed my memory, didn't play with the boys anymore and went on with my life. The spandex pants came and went, the poofy bangs stayed way too long and eventually the pleasant young lady you know and love today was formed.
This afternoon I realized that I have returned back to my rightful position as April, and no one can take it away from me.
I'm playing with the boys again, in literal and figurative terms. The small, urine-smelling tire castle has turned into the big, urine-smelling city, and I'm climbing my way to the top.
I'm Cassandra, the sassy reporter. Just wait until I dye my hair red.

Just another manic Monday

2005-12-05T13:13:00.000-07:00

Ok, so it totally sucks outside today; luckily my insides are nice and warm. A phenomenon caused by the severe stress that is currently pumping through my veins. Someone should bottle stress and sell it as an energy drink, I swear it will keep people awake and working for days.
In other news, I have to interview someone with cancer today, I think this may be difficult for me. I'm a sensitive person, I take everything personally and, like it or not, I empathize with other people's troubles. Something tells me that crying will be involved, either by me or the other party. I will bring my leftover mini-tissue pack that I brought with me to Wainganistan.
I crashed my car today, twice. I forgot that I need to pump the brakes when sliding across ice and snow. However, 'pump the brakes' was not going through my head while involuntarily sliding toward a ditch. 'My Dad is going to be so mad at me,' is more like it.
Luckily the concrete stopped me. Hallelluia, it's a Christmas miracle.

2005-12-03T01:25:00.000-07:00

I don't want to make you jealous, but I just slept for 12 glorious hours and I feel amazing. It's a good feeling.
So, my grandpa has a girlfriend and I don't like it.
My grandpa has this mentality that, because men have a shorter life span and there are more female widows, that he has to be a gentleman and escort them to events and so on. Anyway, now he has this much younger woman hanging off of him and it really makes me mad.
I mean she is nice, but get the fuck away from my grandpa! He's mine, not yours, and if you went away I would be happy.
Ok, so you're a hot grandma, but you're not my grandma and you never will be.
I know in the end if she makes my grandpa happy then that's good; but I can tell that she dosen't. Suggestion to grandpa stealer: move into a "mature" apartment building and find someone more your age. And stop calling my grandpa sweetie!
Bitch.*

*She really isn't a bitch, she is really nice and sweet and makes yummy hors d'ouvers. I'm just having trouble with the situation.

2005-11-30T22:07:00.000-07:00

It's been a crazy week.
I'm at that tired point where the stupidest little thing, something that I would normally shrug off, will make me cry my eyes out. I'm happy to report I haven't cried yet, but I've been pretty damn close.
Nothing else is new. I have to go to the office tomorrow morning and alphabetize shit.
I'm so tired.

2005-11-27T01:19:00.000-07:00

Sunday is the strangest day of the week. No one ever seems to want to do anything that will amount to much. I am one of those people too. Sundays are for procrastination and Family Guy.
Today I'm going over to my Aunt's house for a big family dinner. We're celebrating my Grandpa's birthday (he's turning 83 or 84 I think), and watching the grey cup game.
I hear the Black Eyed Peas are playing the halftime show, I always thought the halftime entertainment had to be Canadian. Oh well.
Speaking of Black Eyed Peas, I had a dream I was teaching little girls to dance to one of their songs the other night. No, it wasn't "My Humps," but thanks for thinking I was a pervert. The point of my dream was that I had no clue what I was doing, but everyone thought I was the best dance teacher ever.
Hmmmm, now what does that say about me and my life?
Alright, I'm moving on to begin my Sunday ritual: doing homework. Should be a good time.

2005-11-25T19:51:00.000-07:00

I'm so disappointed; my stomach ruins everything. I had to leave class today because it was so upset. The really frustrating part is that I can't do anything about it. Oh well, maybe if I keep puking I'll lose some weight.
In other news, I was just at Chapters. I had a tall skim vanilla creme with chocolate sugar dust. It was lovely, but they forgot the whipped cream on top: that's the best part.
So, I was walking around Chapters, with my best friend in her US Army jacket, feeling sophisticated and poor. She was sick too, so I didn't feel badly about my disheveled appearance. Back to sophisticated and poor: that's me in a nutshell. I have Cristal taste on Big Bear income. One day, I keep telling myself, one day I'll have everything I want.
Right now I have the house to myself, and its so eerily quiet I'm not quite sure how to deal with it. I suppose I can just turn the television up really loudly to make up the difference.
The Oilers game is on, I wish my Dad were here to watch it with me.

2005-11-24T19:51:00.000-07:00

I am so completely proud of myself right now. I figured out how to post my blog from last night. Hooray for me!
So, I didn't kill myself as predicted while working out of the office today. I actually enjoyed alphabetizing hundreds of files today. If I had any power over the system, I would have also colour-coded the files as well, but alas, I didn't even have the power to get myself a step-stool to reach the top of the filing cabinet.
Pathetic.
What's even more pathetic is that I couldn't get through all the work today, so I'll have to go back next week to finish up. Maybe I'll create some elaborate excuse to get out of it.
I did, however, have an embarrassing moment today - well several embarrassing moments. I was wearing this 'too tight around the boobies' button-up business shirt today. It kept popping open, I kept not noticing. Oh well, flaunt it if you've got it is what I kept telling myself.
I'm a loser.
ER is on in two minutes, something tells me I'm going to miss it.
Alright, enough of this jazz.

2005-11-23T21:21:00.000-07:00

I'm popping my blogging cherry tonight. I know that's needlessly dirty, but that's how I am sometimes. Needlessly rude, needlessly lazy, needlessly stressed-out.
The world is full of needless things and sometimes I over-indulge in them; but you can't tell me that you don't do it too.
Tomorrow I'm going to go work in an office for a day, good old 9-5. I promised myself I would stay away from offices after I completed my summer job in August, but I can't turn down $15 an hour for filing.
Anyway, Invasion is on, I need to go indulge in some commercialism.