*glee*

So, a couple weekends ago, we got to go back to Winnipeg to finally pick up the rest of my stuff. It's only been 5 months overdue, but better late than never.

Mom and I kind of turned it into a nice little weekend to visit, as I have relatives out there.

So, we leave Friday morning at 9am and of course I am very tired because I'm dumb and stayed up too late the night before. So, we drove 4 straight hours to Brandon. Let me tell you, you truly appreciate curves and hills on the road when you travel on the Trans Canada Hwy. Driving on a straight road through nothing but farmland is so freaking monotonous.

One funny thing was that Mom had planned to play some of her CDs on the way there, since whenever Dad goes he won;t let her. So, she was talking about playing Barry Manilow, ABBA, etc. I'm not a huge fan of her music either but I'll listen to anything. Anyway, so when I pulled out the CDs, it was nothing but Dad's music becuase he had taken a road trip of his own and replaced all of her CDs. Oops. So, no ABBA on this trip. However, I did bring my Bee Gees and Backstreet Boys greatest hits albums so we still had a good time.

We stop in Brandon and have lunch at Tim Hortons (ICED CAP TIME!) and make the 2 hour tip to Winnipeg. I was playing the DS in the car last time we went to Winnipeg, so this time, I got to see the Halfway Tree, which I had completely forgotten about. I love that tree.

So, we get to Winnipeg, and check into our hotel. It's kind of weird....the hotel was sort of in this industrial area near the airport. I don't think I would put a hotel there, but whatever.

We went to Suzanne's house to get my stuff. Turns out she had boxed anything I hadn't up and it was all on the first floor waiting for us, so no cllimbing up 2 sets of stairs! So, we get it all int he car and say goodbye.

Next spot was the house my uncle was building and he came down and gave us a tour. It's a freaking HUGE house. There's almost no lawn. After that, we went out for dinner at Boston Pizza. I don't think my cousin, who is turning two years old next month, actually sat down. He was under the table, on top of the table, throwing everything around, standing on the setas and trying to grab for people on the next booth, etc. I was exhausted just watching him. But the dinner was nice.

We then went back to my uncle's house while they watched TV and Mom and I played with Nathan. I think he shoed my mother every toy he had. One funny moment was he noticed that I had a hole in my sock, so my big toe was sticking out a little bit. So, he tried putting various caps and things on my toe to cover it up and I would just wiggle it off and he would try again. So cute.

When Mom and I left to go back to the hotel, the car was starting to make these really weird grinding noises, which is not good. Mom was really worried about it, so we decided to stop at a Lexus dearler on the way out of town the next day to find out what is going on. I had a REALLY good sleep that night.

The next day when we left the hotel....no sound at all. So, okay, we decided to continue on the Brandon, where we were going to spend the day with my aunt. So, we get to her house which is a lot smaller than I remember it. See, she lives in this bungalow with tiny ass rooms (there are three bedrooms all half the size of my room) and no basement or upper floor with three dogs. We didn't even take off our shoes because there were dog biscuits all over her living room floor and one of the rooms was where the dogs went to the bathroom when they couldn't go outside. Not the best living arrangment but my aunt is still awesome.

So, we took the dogs out to this series of baseball diamonds for them to run around. When we were leaving, Mom turned on the car and all these engine warning lights came on. Shit. So, we tryed to call the Toyota dealer to see if they had any mechanics (of course they didn't) and decide that maybe we should put some oil in the car. Mom was almost due for an oil change but thought she would wiat until after our trip (really dumb idea). Of course we put oil in the car and all is pretty much solved.

So, after lunch at Smittys, we did a little shopping (I got a new purse!) and decided to head for a movie and saw Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. Not really something I'd pay to see again but I guess it was good to see with other women.

And then we spend the rest of the night at my aunt's and watched her dogs go nuts basically.

Trip back home was pretty uneventful....the car didn't break down though! But all and all it was a fun weekend.

Speaking of my uncle, his daughter was born just this last weekend. They named her Kacey Olivia. I've never been a huge fan of the name Kacey, but it kind of fits well with Olivia. But, yay new first cousins! :D

So, I have a job interview on Friday. I am super freaking excited. Not so much about the job but the fact that I have an interview. It's a summer administrative assistant job for SNC-Lavalin ProFac. It would be pretty sweet if I can get it. I need something to do.

I saw Angels and Demons this last weekend. It was alright. They left out some awesome shit from the book though, which disappoints me. You'd think they would have kept ONE fight scene with the bad guy, but I guess they're too good for that.

I beat Professor Layton and the Curious Village for the DS a couple days ago. I got so frusterated with it. Usually I like riddles, but not of that quantity. It's a weird ass story too. But now I'm playing Hotel Dusk again. I have a severe crush on Kyle Hyde. I realized that he sort of looks like a gruffier version Brian Littrell, so maybe that'd why. *swoon*

I'm getting a haircut today. My aunt thinks I should get a "style", but I don't know. Maybe I'll be adventurous but I wouldn't have any clue what to get. We'll see how this works out though.

For anyone who doesn't watch American Idol, they had a rock week a couple weeks ago. The douche-y Christian guy decided to attempt "Dream On", which features a scream that I don't think even Steven Tyler can do anymore. I present to you: The Gokey Scream. I'd make that as my ringtone if I could.

Also:


But anywho, I'm off to the mall to get some new pajama pants! Tah!

5 months later....

Whooooops. Kind of forgot about this blog. Ryan has been bugging me to post something, and since he was nice enough to blog, here is mine.

So, what has happened in the last 5 months? Well, I ended up being a TA for two classes this last semester. One class was for Econ 201 with 100 students. The other was Econ 224 (which I've never taken) for 30 students. Econ 224's original professor was a dickwad that got fired halfway through the semester (I recieved nothing from him) and was replaced by the acting head of the Econ department, who expected a little bit too much from me, I think. He wanted me to come up with my own marking scheme and answer sheet, which was kind of daunting since I never took the class before. But it was mostly Stats, so it was nice to refreshed myself and earn some money in the process.

Since I did TA for two classes, I never did end up finding a "shift" job. I'm currently looking now. The ideal job would be a behind the scenes data entry postion. Mom thought she could set me up with a job from her coworker, but it seems a little bit shaky. I have applied to a few places....just sort of waiting to hear some calls back. Sigh.

I am registered for next fall. I have deicided to do a Stat/Econ double major, which I think requires 11 more classes from me. Since I did not pass Math 213 last year, I can't really take any Stats courses, so I definatly need to make sure I pass it this year. I just don't want that damn professor again.
I am actually quite excited to start back at a normal Univeristy. I kind of missed it.

I'm going to Winnipeg this weekend to get the rest of my things. Pretty much all of my summer clothes are there, plus my sandals so I really need to get them back. Mom and I are going to spend Friday in Winnipeg and Saturday in Brandon to visit my aunt and her dogs. For the first time, we have to stay in a hotel in Brandon because my aunt's house can't hold us. It's kind of sad actually.

Speaking of family, my 13 year old cousin, Katelyn, has put me on her Facebook. However, I have learned that she is an idiot. She is getting her lip and nose pierced in a couple weekends and for her birthday, a fucking tattoo. WHO THE FUCK LET'S A 14 YEAR OLD GIRL GET TATTOOED? Ugh. Also, she expresses her undying love for her boyfriend of 8 months every chance she gets. And as Mike so eloquently put it, "he looks like a deformed fetus." It's just so sad.

We're planning our summer vacation right now. Right now, it seems like my brother and I are going to go on a three day roadtrip straight to Ontario while my parents are going to also take a road trip and meander their way there for a week. I love travelling by car so it should be really nice. I think Dad is happy that Mike is going this year as well, since he was always outnumbered by girls whenever we go. At least Mike will chalk up another point for testosterone.

On my Dad's Facebook today: "May the 4th be with you." Ugh.

I'm going to share something a little bit embarassing with guys, but whatever. I haven't blogged in so long, you guys deserve it.
So, I was out with Tristan on Saturday. He invited me out for a sushi lunch with some of his friends and we spent the day doing some errands. So, we go back to his house at around 3:30pm and his parents are both at work at least until 5:00pm. So, he suggests we have some....alone time. Which is fine. So, we're getting into it, but I have this nagging feeling that his Dad (who was to arrive home first) was going to come home early. We were on the living room floor, which isn't exactly behind close doors. Tristan kept reassuring me that his Dad usually comes home late, blah blah blah.
So, we end it around 4:45pm and Tristan goes to the bathroom with all but his shirt on and I get dressed. He comes out of the bathroom still without a shirt on, gives me a hug and all the sudden dashes away from me because right then, guess who walks in the door? Papa Chow!
So, I chit chat with Mr. Chow for a couple seconds just to make sure Tristan can get his shirt on and head to the bathroom trying not to burst out laughing.
So, when we leave the house, Tristan and I just looked at each other and laughed. I swear to God, if we kept going for even a couple more minutes, it would have been a more horrifying situation.

So, I finally managed to get myself on Accutane. Thank God. Right before I went on it, my face broke out so badly. I don't know if was stress or what but it was disgusting. The sides of my head were like a mine field. But, now it's a ton better. I still have a few zits, especially around my mouth and chin, but it's definatly better than a few months ago. I am just so sick of it. I've had acne since Grade 10, time to move on.
The only bad part is that my lips are always chapped and my face tends to get pretty dry and flaky, but nothing a little lotion and lip chap can't handle.

I watched a BSB concert on TV today. Goddamn, Brian is so fucking hot. But it was weird, they'd occasionally panned to the crowd and you'd see these groups of 20-somethings guys with beers in their hands. Did they get lost or something? It was kind of funny to see a group of them singing "I'll Never Break Your Heart". LOL

But I think I'll end it here. Hopefully the next post will not be in September or something. Tah!

A week later....

So, I'm feeling a hell of a lot better since that last time. Sorry for depressing everyone (again).

I think I'm pretty much over it now. Mom wants me to appeal the decision but honestly? I think I've wasted enough time with this whole program. Plus. I don't know what I can appeal. Maybe what their definition of a "pop quiz" is. Whatever.
So, that's over. Time to move on.
You know what I learned from this though? My parents are amazing. When I talked to my mother, all she wanted to know is why I didn't tell them I was in trouble sooner. My response: "What would you have done? All it would have been was needless worry for you." She didn't have an answer but she did understand why I kept it under wraps.
Then seeing my Dad for the first time after I broke down on him (which was the next day):
Me: "..So, how was your day?"
Dad: "It was okay. Better then yesterday because I get to see you."
That almost made me tear up again. I am so lucky to have such awesome parents.

The rest of this week, wasn't much better. I got sick a couple days ago with a sore throat and now I'm sitting here just about to throw up because Aunt Flo has made her appearance. Ugh. I slept til 6pm on Saturday though and that was lovely.

I think I might get up and do something tomorrow. I have many gift cards to spend.

I think I may have a TA job this semester with the Econ department again. Another once a week class, so that's nice. Apparently the lady I might get is not particularly good though, so we'll see how this goes. Money is money.
I still need to update my resume and go "official" job searching. I don't really want to go back to McDonalds again, though it might be more convienient. Just not sure who to put as references. I was thinking of finding Maryanne but I haven't talked to her in forever and I don't want to seem like I'm using her. I'll see though.

Mike suggests I put that on hold and get my driver's license but I don't want to drive when the roads are complete ice. Sigh.

Christmas was lovely. I won't put together an official list but I got what I wanted: a new laptop and money. Laptop was supposed to be for school and I felt bad about it after I got the good news. It's about the size of a portable DVD player. And it has nothing but the internet and Itumes on it. Perfect.
I did get an awesome Shetland pony shirt from Mike as well.

What else....Oh yeah, Tristan and I have been playing the new Tales of Symphonia game. It started out as me just showing the intro to him because I wanted him to see how shitty the main character is and then we just continued. He's playing the healer, thank goodness. We're about 15 hours in and have just figured out what was up with Lloyd, so that's a relief. I might lend Tristan the first game so he can know what is going on.
Seriously though, worst main character ever. I can't count how many times I have slammed the controller against my head in frusteration. Makes Tristan laugh though.
I've also been playing the fuck out of Shining Force II. LOVE. THAT. GAME. And all my characters are fucking awesome at this point...even Kiwi, though he might get dumped by the end of it.

Oh, speaking of videogames, thank you VGR for finally updating after 6 months. Yay.

Oh, god, I really feel like puking my guts out. I probably should just go to bed then. Goodnight, y'all.

What the hell do I do now?

Well, I can pretty much say that this is the worst day of my life.

Long story short: I've been kicked out of the Radiation Therapy Program.
Why? Because of one missed pop quiz. It was all it took.
Let me delve deeper, last week I got my transcript. I passed everything except for one class: Clinical Radiation Oncology. 63%, with 65 to pass. I had great marks going into the final exam but the final was probably the worst test ever written (people went up to her after and asked her what the hell was up with that exam). So, they gave me a mark breakdown in a separate letter and I realized that if I wasn't "late" (didn't think school started until 9am, instead of 8am) for one of my pop quizzes I would have passed this class. I was so fucking angry. Anyway, I did have another shot at a supplemental exam, which I needed a 64% on. Fine but, I didn't have my binder for the class here so I was working from memory basically.
I didn't want my parents to know so I made up some lies. One of the clincal coordinators kept calling me about it, which annoyed the fuck out of me. Anyway, I stayed up till 4am everyday last week to study, ignoring the parts I couldn't fill in and using my textbook.
So, I write the supplemental and felt really good about it. I did guess on some of the stuff but otherwise I was really happy with it and was actually in a good mood last night.
I got 60% on it. I have been so shocked about a grade in my life. Thus, that ended my stint with Radiation Therapy.

I managed to keep it together coming home, but as soon as I walked in my house and saw Dad I basically broke down. I told my Dad everything. Instead of yelling at me or smacking me like he should have for failing out and lying to him about it, he said: "Go lay down and relax."
That was at noon, it is now 2 am and I haven't been out of my room since. He probably told Mom because she didn't come in wandering what was wrong but I don't want to even face her right now. I think she was most excited about me being in this program and I have completely let her down. I fucking let everyone down on top of wasting time and money so I could be slapped in the face. That is probably the worst feeling of all.

So, what now?
I guess I have to go back to the U of R and finish off a degree. Mike texted me that I should start in the spring and keep going until it is done. That's probably the best for me. Maybe I'll explore that Stat-Econ major I was looking into before I left.
Even though I have time to register for this semester, I think I should probably take it off, get a job and recover from this blow. Get my head straight again.

Anyway, I can probably post something happier like how my Christmas was but I think I'll say that when I'm not a blubbering mess.

Peanut!

I did not have a good day today. It's one of those days where it seems everyone's goal is to piss me off as much as possible. Mission fucking accomplished. FUCK

School has somehow taken a dark turn when I wasn't looking. Now that we're approaching the end (thank GOD), all the teachers are now in a race to see how much stuff they can cram in before finals. You know what's horrible though? Unlike the University (which seems like a freaking cakewalk now...why did I ever complain about it), we don't get any time off to study for finals. Our last class is Friday, December 12th at from 1pm - 3pm and our first final is Monday, December 15th at 8am. We then have one final per day for that week, all of which are worth 55%. With a pass mark of 65. GAWWWD. This might be the first year where I don't put off studying until the last minute but we'll see. I'm actually freaking out just thinking about it.

Another thing stressing me out is my financial situation. After I pay off my bus pass, I'll have $15 in my savings account. You read that right. I asked Dad if I could get my Christmas present from Nana early (I get $250 from her every year). He fucking responds: "It hasn't arrived yet. Do you need money?" 1) The money doesn't "arrive" to him, she transfers it to him. In fact, he can go into her account, and transfer the money out himself right now if he wants to. Also, is it such a problem to give me $250 now and then keep my gift when it finally does come and 2) No, Dad, I'm fucking asking for my gift for the hell of it WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK?
I'm probably being a brat right now. I don't care. Let me say though that I'm an idiot for giving half my RESP to dad ($1250 to be exact). He kind of made it seem like he was in desperate need of it so I felt obligated to give it to him. But you know what? He's making a six-figure income. I'm making jack shit. Why the fuck did I give that money to him?
And then he does this whole "Oh, just let me know when you need money and I'll give it to you" schtick, which is nice on paper but it makes me feel like I'm using my Dad as an ATM and I HATE that feeling. I try to keep telling myself "You know, he bought Mike a car, asking him for a few hundred dollars shouldn't be so bad." It really is though. I fucking hate it. I just hate it.
I really looking into getting a loan right now, just to get me through the 2nd semester. And then I'll get a weekend job when I go do my Clinical. It might have to be McDs again but whatever. Seriously though, this "lack of real income until I'm 23" thing will be the death of me.

I can't really think of anything else to rant about so I'll just leave it at that.

But after that depressing post, and since posting funny videos you've seen seems to be a staple now, here's a video that puts a smile on my face.
"Colin...wh-what's going on?" LMFAO
God, I love that show.

Wheeeeooooooo

So, I WAS on a roll and then I just stopped.....go me.
But that makes for a more exciting post, right? Right!

So, since I last wrote I had my midterms. On all of them I got between 76% and 78%. It actually was kind of freaky. And normally, these marks would be okay with me (although I'd much prefer them in the 80's), some the class averages were like 86%, which just made me feel like a dumbass. But I'm not one to compare myself to others, especially since my class seems to be on the overachieving side. I passed and that's all that matters.

I also went home for a my midterm break. I was so happy since this was my first time home since I've been at school. And of course the day I leave, Winnipeg gets it first snowfall. Just a few centimetres but enough to make me angry. And enough to cause problems at the airport it seems, as Air Canada delayed a bunch of flights. I got on mine on time but we had to wait in line for an hour to be de-iced. Considering it's only an hour flight to Regina, this made me a little mad. But we finally took off and I got there safely.
Mike picked me up and we went to Chili's for lunch. It was pretty good, although the service was a bit slow. We then went home and I hugged Winston. Surprisingly, one of the things I miss most about home is holding my cats, as lame as that sounds. So, yeah, he got a good long hug. Nikki was hiding from me (no surprise there) but she actually came out after a couple hours and actually sat on my lap, which was a huge surprise. She gets freaked by people if they go a two week vacation. Considering I was gone for over 2 months, that was pretty impressive of her. Anyway, so I got reaquainted with them and Mike and I also made a Tim Hortons run. Mmmm...iced cap. We also looked through old photos because Mike was trying to find his elementary class photos. That was pretty fun actually. I was meaning to start an album on facebook dedicated to old photos of us and I got a pretty good start on it. And I found the best one of my mother ever . I'm seriously thinking of framing that.
But to balance it, here's Mike and I in Hawaii. Yeeeah.
Anyway, I went out Friday with Tristan. I walked out the door and he just ran and glomped me. We headed for Trifons (I missed that pasta) and then went back to my house to start House: Season 4.
Saturday was also another day spent with Tristan. He and his friends have turned into Rider fans so I was invited to watch the game with them. Yeah, that really wasn't the game to end the season on. I'm not sure what was worse....the fact that we turned the ball over 4 times in the first quarter or the fact that BC only got 7 points out of all them. Plus we did not score a single touchdown. Thank goodness for Luca or else we wouldn't have had points at all. Better luck next year, I guess.
Sunday was spent at home with the family and we had a nice family meal that night. Tristan also came over later that night to watch some more House. We got up to the season finale!
Monday, I went shopping with mom. I had a killer stomach ache that day but I tried to be positive since I wouldn't be doing this until January. It was nice though. That night, I headed for Ryan's house to watch some 30 Rock, which is an awesome show. It was one of those shows that I always meant to watch but would never get around to. Maybe I'll get the DVD set this Christmas. Although no one has asked me for a list yet. This is either good or bad.
Tuesday, I had lunch with Ryan and Mandy, which was nice. And then Tristan came over one more time to come with us to the airport.
One thing about the airport though...Regina's security sucks. I had toothpaste in my bag (I didn't check on any baggage, just had an overnight bag). I went through Winnipeg fine without putting it into a special plastic baggy so I thought I was alright. Well apparently the security douche in Regina didn't think so. He was scolding me about the fact that I had too much toothpaste (it was suppose to be 100ml and I had 250ml...OOOOOOOH) and I had to follow the rules, blah blah blah. And then we had this exchange:
Douche: "Well you can put it in your checked baggage if you want."
Me: "I don't have any checked baggage."
Douche: "Well, you can check this bag on."
Me: "I am not going back downstairs, lining up for half an hour and checking on a small overnight bag. Just take the stupid toothpaste and let me go, I don't care anymore."
Douche: ".....Next time follow the rules."
Me: "Whatever."
This made me probably more angry then it should. Dad summed up airport security to a tee: "They just want to be seen doing something." You know what...if I was a potential terrorist and wanted to make an impact on the international scene, I sure as hell wouldn't fly out of friggin REGINA and bring down the plane with a TUBE OF TOOTHPASTE. Fuck me backwards, I hate this world sometimes.
But, overall, it was a nice trip but it seemed to just fly by. I really can't wait December 19th. I'm actually more excited about that hen Christmas. Although, I'm a little annoyed because originally someone was supposed to drive down and pick me up in Winnipeg but Dad decided flying home was better. So, I somehow have to pack school stuff, clothes, a fuck ton of Christmas presents, the lap top, etc in a duffel bag or on my carry-on, while still leaving a lot of stuff behind.
Oh, and another bad part about the trip: I left my DS behind in Regina. BOOO! Mike was wondering if he should ship out but I figure I can go a month without any gaming at all....I hope.

So, this week kind of sucked as I got another cold. AAAAHH! I think it was because I didn't have a winter coat when I came back to Winnipeg but there was also something going around the classroom. So, I had a lab on Saturday and just basically spent it with a kleenex to my nose as it would just not stop running. Really gross. And then there was Monday and Tuesday where it was just as bad. I kept excusing myself to run to the bathroom and blow out anything in my nose, which kept my nose dry for about 10 minutes before it started running again. Still kind of recovering but it's finally going away.
Tuesday night though....I set my alarm at 5:30am. Went to bed, fell asleep, and the next time I woke up was 2:30pm Wednesday. Class ends at 3pm. Oops. But I figure enough people saw me sniffling and sneezing to call for a legitmate sick day. The secretary was pretty nice about ("Wait, you haven't been here ALL DAY?") and I got a nice sleeping in day. Win win for everyone. Although I did miss a pop quiz and got a zero on it. BOOOO.
And another thing....last month, I had half a box of Kleenex left so I figure I should get some more. I shop for Kleenex based on the color of the box but don't really pay attention to anything more then that. Kleenex is Kleenex, right? So, since I had this cold, I finished that half box and opened the new one I got. I pulled the first Kleenex out, raised it to me nose and was met with burning sensation on my nostrils that made me leap out of my chair like a goddamn ninny. I thought I was going crazy so I raised the tissue to me nose again to make sure....yup, still smelled like burning. So, wondering what the fuck, I looked at the Kleenex box a little closer...
...each tissue had the scent of Vick's Vapour Rub in it. WTF? This creeped me out more then it should. But since I had this cold it actually helped as I could just hold a tissue against my nose and clear my sinuses right out. However, what is going to happen when I get over this cold and I do not need the Vick's? Blowing my nose will be a pain in the ass. Next time I might take a closer look at the box, I guess.

Today in school, we learned about nutrition and how we can relate to the patients. Apparently every patient is recommended to drink six nutritional drinks (Slim Fast, Boost, etc) a DAY to keep up their nutritional health. So, the activity we did was taste test all these different kinds od drinks and power bars and rate them. I thought she was joking when she first said that but then she brought out about 10 kinds of drinks and bars for the class to try.
Now, you'd think taste testing food would be awesome.....WRONG. The Boost milk wasn't so bad, though all the flavors taste the same.....but the the Boost Juice.....OH MY GOD. I tried the Wildberry flavor and the colour of it was fluorescent fucking PINK. It almost burned the retinas. And the taste....oh god....it tasted like expired medicine. The Power Bars were almost as bad....most of them tasted like chalk. There was one with peanut butter (or "nut butter") but it didn't taste like peanut butter at all...it tasted like...something else. It honestly was the worse thing ever. Everything left the worst aftertaste so you had this combination of bad tasting power bars and milk/juice in your mouth.
After it, we had another class. There was still some horrible peanut butter bar on the table and the next teacher came in, said "Oh, this looks good" and the whole class screamed "NOOOOOOOO!" as he put in his mouth. We acted like it was covered in arsenic or something. But he said it was alright....liar.

Want to see the wonderful facebook notes my brother sends me? This actually made my day.

I must describe to you an odor I was able to produce just now.
Here's a list of everything I've eatten in the last 24 hours:
Last night for supper I just had some minute rice, but I made it with a spicy curry sauce rather than water
Breakfast was coffee and some peanut butter on toast
Lunch was a roasted garlic spread on some rolls
Supper was a tuna sandwich, but I mix the tuna with hummus rather than mayo, and this hummus is a spicy blend (it had garlic, chili pepper, ginger, as well as base ingredients of chick peas, garlic and lime)
Note how pretty much everything has a very distinct, powerful odor to it. OK, so I had all of that brewing together in my stomach. I was laying on the couch watching Chuck, and my stomach started to gurgle. I said "uh oh, this isn't good"
It was building up for a minute, I could feel the increased pressure. Then, I braced for impact, and I let it loose via traditional methods.
It was like a blast of heat radiating from my ass, there is a polar icecap melting right now thanks to me.
Then scent was absolutely unbearable. It was like musty nutmeg. All those chick peas must have fermented good in the curry sauce in my stomach.
I had to share that experience with someone, I could think of no one better. My poor bathroom is going to hate me about 20 minutes after I wake up tomorrow
Have a great day, and try to get a visual and imagine the smell.

Worse part is that I read that at school and I got a couple weird stares. I ought to learn not to read those notes at school.

While I'm in a sharing mood this has been making me laugh for the past couple days. And people thought their dancing was better then BSB. Good lord, I'm embarassed for them.
Also, how can JC look so damn gay but so damn hot at the same time.

Anyway, this is getting a little bit long so cut it off now. Hopefully I can make a post by Christmas but we'll see what happens. Toodles!

A blog about boobies.

You must admit, I am on a fucking ROLL with this blog.

I almost passed out again today. I should keep a count or something.
We spent the entire afternoon talking at the Breast Screening Program and The Center of Hope for Breast Cancer. So, basically, we just talked about breasts all afternoon. It was a nice time-killer, to say the least. We got a tour of the breast screening place, including looking at the mammogram x-ray machines and such. We then had to sit through a presentation of basically how the Manitoba breast screening program is so much better then any other provinces (seriously, it was like "Oh, look a us, we're first in this category again. And look how low Saskatchewan is here. Don't know what happened there"). We also were each handed fake breasts with "lumps" in them and we had to try and find the lump. Some of the breasts were hilariously small and others were so big that it was nearly impossible to find anything. It was kind of funny to see the three boys in my class grabbing at these breasts and going hard wiht their fingers to find these lumps. I think they enjoyed this afternoon more than everyone.
We then went over to the Center of Hope and got a presentation there. The lady brought up reconstructive surgery was done and the fact that they put on nipples and tattoo on arieoles and things. Some of the girls were really interested in seeing pictures of this (not sure why...) so we piled us into her office and we watched a Powerpoint that included pictures. With 15 of us crowded into this space, with no room to barely breathe and the fact that we were looking at mastectomies and thing....yeah, didn't sit right. I had to leave by the end of it and one girl (who was in my lab of the Pulse Incident) asked me if I was okay as I had went pale. So, we sat down outside the room and I felt much better. WOOP!

I did get my turkey dinner! My uncle said my aunt (from Brandon) was going to come by the house around 2pm, so I could come over anytime around then as my uncle's wife would be home. I wasn't sure of their exact address so I went down to the building site where my uncle was working for the day to find out what it was. It was only a quick bus ride, so it was no big deal. So, I get there, ring the door bell and....no answer except their dog barking. Ring it again. Still no answer. Knock loudly on the door. Nothing. So, I went around to their backdoor (the door they usually use) and it's open. So, I open it...the dogs are at the gate right inside just desperate for attention form me. I call out to Lek (uncle's wife) and no answer. So, I come in and she's not around but I hear music upstairs. So, I head upstairs and see that their master bedroom is shut and Thai music is just BLARING inside the bedroom. Uh....okay. I can't tell you how awkward this felt. I wasn't sure if I should leave and come back or just stay and wait. I elected to stay and sit in the living room with the dog's until Lek came downstairs or my other aunt came to the door.
So, I wait for about half an hour (dogs continuously licking my face) until Lek finally comes downstairs. I asked her if Carol (my other aunt) was coming and she said no, she cancelled last minute. I was saddened by this as Carol is really fucking funny. But oh well. So I just spent the day watching Dancing with the Stars Canada with Lek, which is not a bad way to spend a Monday, I suppose.
The turkey and everything was delicious (I resisted taking the drumstick) and we watched the Teen Choice Awards. This show just made me angry. The only people I knew were Adam Sandler, Will Smith, Fergie and Miley Cyrus. I think everyone else came from the Disney channel or something because I've never heard of these people in my life. Oh, and yes...the fucking Jonas Brothers. What the big deal about these guys? They are FUGLY and I have yet to hear any of their songs on the radio. What the fuck? I was just pissed off at this entire show.

So, I must say....Amadeus is a very good movie. I'm really surprised that it was made in 1984....it looked like it could have been released last year. I guess that what happens when you don't use cheesy ass special effects or anything. Also....despite the giggle....Mozart (in this movie) was pretty hot. He somehow made a pink wig work. Not many men can pull that off.

I really hope I get a good night's sleep tonight. It felt like I was just dozing the entire night last night....never felt like I was quite asleep. My roommate's kid, at one point during the night, yelled out to his mom down the hall that he had a bad dream. This caused his mom to yell back to go back to sleep. This conversation woke me up so well (I'm usually a deep sleeper) that I had thought it was about time to get up until I turned over and looked at the clock....3:25 am. UGH!
Actually....it's not the first time these kids of woken me up. Her son is particularly bad for having these little screeching fits and tantrums that send him screaming into his room. Usually this happens at 8am on the weekends which are prime sleeping in days for me. Sigh. It might be better if I had a door but what can you do.

Anyway, I should probably go do some homework. Tah!