Lately I've been thinking a lot about what I'm going to do after graduation (next August, for whoever is keeping track)... I want a job that pays me well that I really enjoy. I'm not that picky about where it is, although St. John's, Kitchener, and Windsor are the top three in no particular order. I've really been considering a move back to Kitchener... But is it bad that when I list the pros vs. cons in my head, 'a really great hairdresser' is a major pro for Kitchener?


I just clicked a link and was taken to a black page that just said "395 days until the world blows up. seriously.". And this wasn't a link! I guess they aren't that serious. Or else they are really serious, but they just don't want other people to know what will blow them up.

I'm at work, and have a few things I should do, but I in order to do them, I need to get into the office upstairs. The problem is that I think I broke the door to the office upstairs. The building I'm in is a really old house and it has old-fashioned locks on all the doors. I can't get the upstairs one to open, and when I kneel down to peer into the key hole (that is actually shaped like the key holes in cartoons!), there is something blocking the way. I do not think this is how it should be. There is someone else who usually uses the office, so maybe SHE broke the door. I really hope it wasn't me, as earlier this week I used it and forgot to lock it... And my supervisor was sent an email about that. I hope she doesn't get another one about me and this door. Yeeish.

Is it time to go home yet?

My roommate has either strep throat or mono. I almost wish that I did too so that I could stay home in my PJs all day.


Am feeling tired and grumpy today. I think my wisdom teeth are coming in and so I blame that. Of course, I do have slight hypochondriac tendencies that should also be factored in.

Are you interested in finding out EXACTLY how old you are? TO the millisecond? If so, visit this page. In case you were wondering, my next birthday is in 322 days, 11 hours, 22 minutes and 11 seconds. Of course, when you read this, it will be much closer.

My poor Muffin has a temperature of 101.7... So I guess I shouldn't complain too much. Muffin: Please get better before Oktoberfest!


I'm posting this one just for Static. It's a compilation of the crazy searches that somehow find their way to web logs. Click here.


It's time for a confession. I'm laying it all out there, judgements be damned.

Last night, we rented From Justin to Kelly, the American Idol movie. Not only did we rent it, we went to three video stores to find it... And the truth is, I liked it, a lot. How could I not, with all those catchy songs and peppy dance numbers?

I'm going to watch it again now that I'm sober and see if it is as enjoyable as it was last night when I drank a bottle of wine and shot some tequila.


Is there really a need to blast Creed (like Pearl Jam, but with 50% more Jesus) at 6:40 on a Friday afternoon? Or anytime really?

After working all week, I want nothing more then a quick nap before my evening commences. However, the apartment below me -- which never plays loud music, is now playing very loud music. What can I do? Stomp? Put in ear plugs? Play my own music even louder? But what would be a good antidote to Creed? Perhaps Rammstein will scare them into lowering the volume on their pseudo-rock.

Vaguely interesting side note: I was introduced to Rammstein's music at a MuchMusic Video Dance at Ascension Collegiate in grade eleven. Somewhat scary German rock was certainly not what I expected to hear there.

As I was typing I put 'Du Hast' on extremely loud, and the Creed has stopped.

The sweet sounds of victory.

One other thing. I hate it when text is justified. Big pet peeve.

I was going to make a lame joke about the other defintion of justified, but I held myself back. And I'm also not going to mention Justin Timberlake (who I don't hate at all -- just don't tell anyone that).

I'm so upset over this justification issue that I must go to Tim Hortons. There isn't anything in the world that a large 2 cream-1-sugar Tim Hortons coffee and a boston cream can't fix.

So I'm sitting at work and I see this canister with "Kensington Duster II" written on it. It is a gas cleaning agent. I had to see how it worked, so I sprayed it and then sprayed it on my left middle finger. It just felt like compressed air. Then I read the side:

SKIN or EYE IRRITANT. Do not shake, tilt or turn can unside down before or during use, as contents may cause severe burns (frostbite) on contact with skin or eye. SUGGESTED FIRST AID: wash with lukewarm water. Treat for frostbite if necessary.

Oops. Now I am overly aware of the tip of my left middle finger. I'm pretty sure I don't have frostbite though. Although it would be kinda funny to get frostbite on this perfect indian summer day (is that politically incorrect?). Let me rephrase that. It would be kinda funny to get frostbite when the sun is shining and the temperature is hovering at a balmy 25 degrees.

Five hundred twenty -five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty -five thousand six hundred moments so dear
Five hundred twenty -five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure -- measure a year ?
In daylights -- In sunsets
In midnights -- In cups of coffee
In inches -- In miles
In laughter -- In strife
In -- Five hundred twenty -five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life ?
How about love ?
Measure in love
Seasons of love

Five hundred twenty -five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty -five thousand
Journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty -five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
It's time now - to sing out
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love
Measure in love
Measure , measure your life in love
Seasons of love ...

From the musical Rent.


This site, mimi smartypants, is hilarous. I LOVE it.

That is all.

Sitting here in my office, listening to HITS FM (the new 99.1 in St. John's), I stood up to find a file and inexplicably started dancing. After a few seconds, I started wondering where those moves came from... Then I realised it -- the bojangles hip-hop class I took with Veela over six months ago. Who knew they were buried in my mind and would pop out on a sunny Thursday afternoon in Hali


While I was home, I ran into a lot of people that I had been really close to in the past, and we just had nothing to say to each other. I had the same conversation with every person I saw (where am I living now, what am I doing in Halifax, etc) and after that initial catch-up, we had nothing left to say. I found myself making excuses to get out of conversations.... It was kinda sad -- people I could once talk with for hours had become less then acquaintances.

But then something happened that made me not so sad. I hung out with Sarah... And it was just like nothing had ever changed, like no time had passed since we last spoke. In reality, it has been at least 5 years since we have REALLY hung out. I still trusted her, we were still able to talk about whatever was going on in both our lives. It more then made up for all those people that I somehow lost along the way.

I don't keep in touch with many people from home. It's nice that with some of them, I don't have to work at it. It just falls into place.


My new job is on the DAL campus. It has really made me realise what I'm missing at the Mount. There are so many people everywhere and so few hills. I have yet to see a Sister of Charity here, but I have seen a lot of guitar playing guys. This campus feels like a university campus should, while mine feels like an old age home. For nuns. Oh wait! Thats because it IS an old age home for nuns. How silly of me.

I am missing out on the university experience. I might have to go do another degree just for the social life it brings with it.


I've spent lots of time trying to figure out what it is I want in a guy. In retrospect, it has been far too much time. But I just realised what it is I want.

I want to be with someone who asks good questions.


Argh. Just wrote a post, and instead of hitting 'post and publish', I hit 'Template', losing my post. Basically, it said:

I forgot to tell you... While I was home on vacation, a few people mentioned my blog. I felt web-famous. And also a bit self conscious. While I love checking my stats and knowing that people read this, I like to think of it in the abstract.

But hmm... If I have a following, I can start my own cult.

Everyone reading this:
Your Master commands you to drink the purple kool-aid. Then give me your life savings.


While shopping at Wal-Mart the other day for blinds with my roommate, I stumbled into housewares. And I found the most wonderful sheet set. They were so bright and rainbow-y. I just have to have them. I think that waking up in a rainbow bed would do wonders for anyones mood. I called my mother right away to add them to my Christmas list. And now I can't stop singing "sheets of egyptian cotton" from Uptown Girls in my head. However, I realise that the chances of Wal-Mart stocking sheets of egyptian cotton are slim to none.

Open Note to Veela:
Update your blog. I can't leave comments to that effect (affect?), because your comments are no longer working.


Q: How many bloggers does it take to change a light bulb?

A: Two -- one to change it while the other apologizes for the recent lack of illumination and explains that they've been really busy lately.

[thanks to the defective yeti]

Must get back to the cheap white wine in Halifax. Got back a few hours ago, immediately began drinking. Happy to be back. Room filled with balloons for PixieSparkle. Yay!