If Ya Wanna Be Bad...

Dirrrrrrty lyrics... HOT!

"If Ya Wanna Be Bad Ya Gotta Be Good"
Bryan Adams


She got a nasty reputation - and a talent for sin
She's the kinda trouble I'd like to be in
I wanna be her lover - I wanna be her slave
But she's the kinda women makes me wanna misbehave
She said I'll give ya what you want boy - let's make it understood
That if ya wanna be bad ya gotta be good

She says there'll be no lying - no foolin' around
There'll be no seven day weekends -
no nights on the town
Well that's the way I want it -
that's the way it's gotta be
If you're looking for trouble better get it from me
So get on your knees boy and do what you should
If ya wanna be bad ya gotta be good (owww!)

Now she makes the laws -
she calls the shots
Do what she wants if you want what she's got
Can't have it both ways - you gotta choose
She can give you the rhythm - or she can give you the blues
Oh, if you want sugar better bring it on home
Better keep it in the kitchen cuz that's where it belongs
You gotta make her happy boy
Just take it from me
Or you'll never get none of that T.L.C.
If you're tryin' to get lucky
- better knock on wood
If ya wanna be bad ya gotta be good

A Quick Joke.

A guy walks into a bar with an octopus under his arm. He sets the octopus on a stool next to him and announces: "This is an amazing octopus. I'll bet anyone in this bar $50 that this octopus can play any instrument set in front of it."

None of the people could believe this, so one guy brought up a guitar. The octopus took hold of the guitar and started picking away, better than Jimi Hendrix. The man took $50 from the guitarist. Next someone brings up a trumpet. The octopus started playing the trumpet, better than Herb Alpert. The man won another $50 from the trumpeter. Then some guy brought up some bagpipes. The octopus picked up the bagpipes for a minute and, looking a little puzzled, set them down again.

"Can't you play the bagpipes?" asked the man. "Play it?" said the octopus, "I'm gonna screw it as soon as I figure out how to get its pajamas off."

(The ONLY thing that makes me wonder is WHY would you bring a trumpet to a bar? Freak.)

Mmm...

Well, it was short lived but that feeling of "alone" went away for a whole hour and a half after my massage. (Which was fabulous.)

Whatever. I need to get completely inebriated tomorrow night. It won't really help, but it's worth the shot(s).

And the hangover.

I think I need a nap.

I Can't Get No, Sa-Tis-Fac-Tion...

*grumbles* I feel a bitchfest coming on...

Frustrated right now, VERY unsatisfied, and I'm not feeling attractive.

At all.

I know it's just a matter of my imagination getting the best of me, and that I'm just tired, a little burnt out from the week, hungry and lonely, but Fuck. It's seriously it's not a pleasant state of mind.

Perhaps it's just a feeling of neglect, or of being unappreciated. Loneliness, as usual has become that semi-permanant state of being. Even though I'm surrounded by people, every single day, I still have no one to really connect with. And that is trying at times.

Maybe it's the fact that no one has flirted with me in weeks. Well, yes and no. However, I'm not going into any further details.

I'm sure the feeling will pass soon enough.

Actually, I know it will pass in about two hours. Considering I get an hour long Swedish relaxation massage. (And no, there is no happy ending... I can do that on my own thanks.)

I know it's just stress eating away at me right now. I need to relax... *sighs*

My hands have started shaking again, and have been for the past week and a half or so, which is never a good sign.

I have this feeling that when the time comes, I'm going to be one of those old ladies, that shake uncontrollably doing the simplest tasks. Like drinking a cup of tea, or trying to get change out of my change purse when I'm buying my groceries. And that's a little scary. More than a little scary.

Maybe it's just that I've been contemplating my own mortality and taking life too seriously lately.

An acquaintance of mine, told me once that my eyes looked too sad for someone my age. Maybe it's that, for someone my age, I've seen a lot of nasty things happen. I've seen the worst that people have to offer. However no one takes that into consideration, being that I'm pretty good at concealing it. Even after everything I've seen, I'm still nauseatingly optimistic... It bothers me at times.

I know, it's hard to believe, but I'm actually fairly serious. Well, most of the time.

I just love to entertain people. I get a thrill out of making someone laugh, because life is difficult enough without joy in it.

I'm very, VERY glad it's Friday. I'm also very glad my masseuse is going to be here in about half an hour. I need to feel that numb, content, Zen-like frame of mind. I miss it. I haven't had a massage in months.

But what I REALLY want, is a hug. Simple eh?

Oh, and maybe a good, sound fucking.

Or maybe a combination of a hug, a massage, and a good, sound fucking.

Any way you look at it, it all sounds just peachy.

Catch ya on the flip-flop.

Linds.

Just A Brief... (Methinks I Have An Obsession With Briefs, Or Some Shit Like That...)

Went to Karaoke last night. Had fun fun fun.

However, I decided to put on an essential oil blend this morning entitled "Meditation One."

Perhaps, considering I'm sleep deprived, wearing aromatherapy oil designed to relax your mind and stimulate "ohm" thoughts, wasn't such a great idea. I'm finding myself quite sleepy in class.

A shout out to my parents, and I really should have done this yesterday, to wish them a very Happy 26th Anniversary. That's a huge milestone.

Another shout out to Erik, who turns 33 today. Happy Birthday, sweetheart!

And, on a sad note, my grandmother lost a very close friend, Vera on Tuesday. I've been meaning to write this in here since Wednesday when I found out.

I'll miss you Auntie Vera.

Religious Experience...

So, the "Landlady" is a devout Catholic.

No biggie, I've always been open to religious discussion, and considering she's my Grandmother, I'm more inclined to not voice my more boisterous opinions. I've also been quite interested in Religion. Not so much the restrictions placed upon people by actually attending church, because I don't believe in institutionalized religion at all. You don't need to be in a building to have faith in god. (That goes along the same lines for whatever religion you are, or are not.)

Granted, I was baptized Catholic when I was just a wee babe, and I didn't really have a say in my designation of faith, but all in all, it's how you behave and think of yourself in the long run that's important, not which particular faith's god you were christened under.

The reason why I'm going on this long winded religious blab-fest, is that tonight, for the first time in YEARS, (seriously, years.) I attended church with my Grandmother.

Feeling like a complete fraud in a house of God, (Oooh! Poet and didn't know it!) is definitely not a pleasant way to feel. The reason why I went, is because today is Ash Wednesday. The first day of Lent.

I stood/sat (depending on what everyone else did) there debating in my head for almost the entire first half of the sermon, whether or not I was actually going to commit myself to a ideological concept, and sacrifice one of life's guilty pleasures to strengthen me in the long run for 40 days and 40 nights.

I did.

I'm still debating exactly WHICH guilty pleasure I should sacrifice, and I'm leaning towards fasting.

Technically it's only on Wednesdays and Fridays, which isn't too harsh. I'm allowed to eat one full meal and two snacks, and given my eating habits as of late, that's usually the common amount of food I consume in a day anyways.

Homework usually holds more precedence over eating when I'm focused.

Is it for God? Honestly, I don't even think I believe in "God." I'm the sort of person that requires actual physical PROOF of something before I choose to believe in it. I have this sinking suspicion, that God isn't going to knock on my door, and when I open it, He'll (Or she, I'm not discriminating here...) introduce himself/herself, shake my hand, and perform a miracle before me in order to make me believe.

It's more to build my character. I'm doing it to remind me that there are people out there that are suffering, that don't even get the luxury of a full meal every week, let alone every day.

It's a reminder, that I'm only human, that I take the abundance of life's pleasures in this country for granted.

I can suffer a little, if only to sympathize with people that are in much worse situations. It's a reminder that in the end, when I die, I'll turn back to dust, the same as the people that are starving in third world countries when they die. We all end up in the same boat, so why don't we try walking in the other persons shoes?

I was contemplating giving up sex, but honestly, (and quite unfortunately) I don't get it often enough for it to be a real sacrifice. If that was the case, I've already gone over the amount of time allotted for Lent, and that was by choice.

Well... Mostly by choice. However, there's not much of an offering for attractive, intelligent, appealing (to me) men in this city anymore. I'm somewhat disheartened by that whole fact, but I'm not going to wither up and die from not fucking someone. (As much as I might complain.)

Anyways, it's horridly late, and I must retire to the boudoir.

Adios muchachos.

Linds.

Apparently...

According to my junk mail, I can increase my penis size by one to three inches, with a viagra substitute.

Logically thinking, that means I would have a one to three inch penis.

Any way you look at it, it's still not worth bragging about.

Or maybe its a one two.three inch (12.3") penis? That would be worth bragging about...

Hell... That would put Ron Jeremy out of career options.

Yes, Ladies and Germs, I've seen my fair share of dirty, dirty porn. And most of it, though visually stimulating, is poor quality, and some of it even has a PLOT! WTF is up with a PLOT in porn? I just want action. I don't want dialogue. Shut the Fuck up, slap your ass mister, and get it on already.

Also, a GNN (Glamazon Network News) newsflash for you Local Vancouverite Yokels that are a fan of singing the lyrics to poorly redone midi-file songs in front of large crowds of people.

There was a huge lull on Monday evenings for Karaoke in this city after The Roxy stopped holding it's "Vancouver Idol" contest, which I attended quite frequently, and even ended up getting into the semi-finalist stage once or twice by singing some Aretha. (Unfortunately, my tits weren't big enough, (or my arse wasn't small enough) to grant me enough applause from the jailbait that was responsible for deciding who won the nights event. I guess breast size beats out actual TALENT, ten to one.)

Granted, I haven't actually attended Karaoke in a coon's age, (over three and a half months) and I've been chomping at the bit to go again. They've started it up again at The Buffalo Club on Granville Street, which is cause for mild alarum in the Karaoke clique-age that has developed in this city (the fact that there even IS one, is mildly disturbing.) Apparently it's the same DJ (DJ Tom) that hosted the Roxy Karaoke, and all in all, he's a pretty good host alongside his sidekick Don G. Swinger, previously the Bassist for the 90's Rock band "The Odds."

Always an entertaining devilish duo. Although I'm not sure if Don is going to be accompanying Tom at this particular venue.

According to Glamazon sources, karaoke goes on until closing time.. (I figure that's about 11pm, due to the fact that it's a Monday.)

Goody. I need to practice before I head on down to Dallas anyways.

It's been said...

That you should never have a picture taken of you with an alcoholic bevvy or a cigarette in your hand. (I've broken both of these... Repeatedly. *See profile pic for a PERFECT example.* )

That no matter how bad things seem, they can ALWAYS get worse. (Fo sho!)

That good help is hard to find, and even harder to keep. (Like me quitting Safeway. :P)

That size doesn't always matter. (When in fact, it plays a large... or small, depending... role.)

That love is blind. (Unless he's really ugly. JUST KIDDING!)

What's the point of all this? Nothing really. It popped into my head whilst browsing an old email sent to me from tickle.com for matchmaking. Dude was holding a beer and posing at the bar. I don't think that's the sort of message you wanna be sending when you're up on a personals website. "HEY! I'm a barstar! I'll fuck ya then toss ya aside like garbage!"

Perhaps I'm exaggerating....

As an aside...

I'm learning how to eat again, it's going along fairly well. I haven't managed to drool on anything, which is always good.

Since when did they have to put a disclaimer on the side of the cups for Slurpee's that "brain freeze may occur!" What? D'ya think that sucking down a 1.5 litre cup of frozen flavoured slush REALLY fast, isn't going to affect you?

If you haven't figured that out by now, then you've never been a thirsty seven year old on a hot summer's day...

I'm craving Butter Chicken and Basmati rice like mad the past few days... That's unusual. I normally crave it only on Thursdays. It's time for a trip to Curry Express.

Ouuuch...

Tongue swollen and VERY angry at me(but that's my own damned fault.) Eyes squinty from working on Illustrator too long. (That means I should have done my homework a few days ago instead of all at once today.)

And I think, that maybe... Just maybe, my neck and shoulder muscles have turned into rocks.

I need a massage. *pouts* I think I'm going to take up Calesthenics or Yoga soon to balance out all this hunched over-ness from comp work.

I'm taking a break for a bit. Catch y'all on the Flip-flop.

Linds.

...

...

Oh yeah, and the thing I learned today?

7-11 Slurpee's are the equivalent of Holy Water when you have a newly peirced tongue. Boy howdy. That's some good frozen Sprite.

The other thing I learned today?

Do your fuckin homework a lot sooner than the night before it's due. What a nightmare.

And the last thing I learned today (and every time I see it...)?

Is that no matter how shitty my evening seems, how bogged down in homework, or various and assorted other tasks that seem on to be on my plate all at once, I've got a fabulous picture of Devin up as my wallpaper on my laptop.

And it always makes me feel better.

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Quote of the Day:

Soul meets soul on lovers lips.

-- Percy Bysshe Shelly (1792-1822)

AAAAARRRRGHHHH!

I just spent a little over an hour, trying to incorporate a "Glamazon Recommended Listening..." section in the sidebar over there.

I finally think I've gotten it down pat, that it looks good, save my template, republish, and bada bing, bada boom... Oooooh the anticipation.... and, and...

It's not there.

Fucker!!!

I'm sure my yowling anguished cry could be heard by Cryptic over in Oz.

At least the "Glamazon Daily Recommended Reading..." section worked. Maybe tomorrow I'll attempt that stupid thing again... Right now my eyes hurt.

*Postscript note* I REALLY should try to refresh my browser. *hangs head in shame.*

It worked just fine. It's over there on the side.

Hrm, I Wonder...

If my interminable physical attraction to older men, when I was younger (and even up to recently) such as Harrison Ford (OMG that movie poster for Indiana Jones has fueled many of my girly fantasies, and made me want to be an archaeologist for almost ten years) and George Clooney (Hello! Oceans Eleven people!) Is the reason why I don't date men my age.

I actually refuse to. Perhaps I'm limiting myself for doing so, but I really couldn't care less.

24 might be good for *ahem* stamina, but I've actually sat down and thought about it, and the most attractive men (to me) that I've dated, are usually around the 28-38 year old range.

And honestly, what 28-38 year old male is going to be disappointed that he has a 24 year old chick on his arm? There's gotta be a psychological benefit for them too. (Older guy + Younger chick = Fuck yeah, I'm a Stud.)

Responsibility VS. Urges...

I've got the HUGEST urge to go to the club get absolutely hammered, smoke too much and go get laid by some nameless hottie at the end of the evening. The "Bad Girl" I was for so long before I decided to improve my life, is balking at her restrictions right now, and it's torturous at times.

Urgh.

Responsibility sucks. I never had to worry about going to work hungover, because work didn't require thinking. School does.

Ah well. Suck it up princess. I get to get smashed at SinCity on the 12th. I'm going to make it worth the wait.

And a majority of the time, it's okay being a "Good Girl" with occasional bad intentions.

Numerology...

On a whim, I decided to check out Numerology on the Web, because one of my fellow students studied it for ages, and had mentioned that the letter L, being the first letter of my name, is fairly signifigant for creativity. Thusly, being insatiably curious, I proceed to Google "Numerology."

After a few bogus links where they expected me to pay (Pffft! As if!) I found THIS site. Which is extremely detailed, very easy to use, and from my experience, incredibly accurate.

Granted, it takes approximately 45 minutes to an hour of your time, (longer if you don't read very quickly, or have trouble adding single digit numbers together.) And I would also highly recommend having a pen and paper handy to do your calculations out, and find out what letters in your name symbolize which numbers.

It could all be a bunch of bollocks.

I will admit, that the floating, photoshopped head of the author of the site in the side bar is a tad creepy, since by doing so it made him appear to be a freaky cult leader, but all in all, I was VERY satisfied with my readings. I know my flaws more than anyone else could possibly imagine, and I know how to avoid doing them, but to have this "scientific" method of divining my personality and future was fascinating.

Best thing about it all? It's completely free. You don't even have to plug in your email addy.

If you've got an hour to spare in your busy schedule, I'd recommend satisfying your curiosity.

April, May and June...

M'eh. I got impatient and googled them myself.

The trio of nieces in fact DID exist.

However, I'm of the opinion that April, May and June, other than being spectacular months in and of themselves, (I'm particularly partial to May, myself...) were NOT her nieces, but in fact bastard-ettes between Daisy and some nameless beau, shipped off to her married sister Dora Duck, because of the inappropriate nature of their conception and birth during the time era that Mizz Daisy "Deep-Bill" Duck was in the spotlight.

Same goes for Huey, Louie and Dewey, but we all knew that Donald was a player. Who could resist that voice?

Fuckin promiscuous ducks.

Another Brief...

My Landlady (a.k.a. Grandma) is addicted to Crosswords.

Crosswords and Jigsaw puzzles.

She commonly asks me questions about the crossword clues given in the New York Times when I manage to stumble up the stairs from "The Dungeon" into the Horrible light of day.

The one she asked me today, and I have absolutely NO clue what the answer could be, is "Does Daisy Duck have nieces named April, May, and June?"

My response other than "What the hell kinda question is that for the New York Times Crossword!?" was "I don't bloody well know."

Maybe you guys do. Pray tell you enlighten me.

I suppose I could just Google it, but it's more fun to ask this way. Plus, it's kinda cute.

She also tends to ask me if I've seen (insert whatever shitty Cable television programme here) before. Lady, I don't even have my T.V. plugged in downstairs. What do YOU think?

Kanji...

kanji...
Originally uploaded by Duchessdocktrash.

A poorly detailed close-up (in my opinion) of the kanji up my spine.

Once I have an available, and easily amused photographer, I'll post clearer photographs.

Self Taken Portrait of My Back Tattoos.

Self taken portrait of my back tattoo's.
Originally uploaded by Duchessdocktrash.

No, I'm not a contortionist. It was a concentrated effort and several attempts, (about 17 attempts.) to get all of them in one shot.

The Kanji down the centre of my spine was done almost a month ago, and I fully healed after about two weeks...

From top to bottom it says "Love, Dream, Music, Friendship" all four, very vital in my life.

As for the rest of the backpiece, I've yet to decide what to fill it in with, but I know that it will be several sittings, over a one or two month long span.

I'm glad I've got a high pain tolerance.

Badassmothafucka!

Badassmothafucka!
Originally uploaded by Duchessdocktrash.

A pic taken during the Summer of 2004. It's got a snarly, Billy Idol, "What the fuck are you looking at?" theme to it that I couldn't resist posting.

Pretty good for a monkeypaw. (That's a self-taken shot, from arms distance, if you didn't know the terminology.)

14 Gauge, And It Went Through Like Buttah...

14 gauge, and it went through like buttah...
Originally uploaded by Duchessdocktrash.

Somebody needs to help me.

Ever since I've discovered that body peircing in general holds relatively NO pain factor for me, just like tattooing... I'm putting a multitude of holes in my body.

I've gotta admit, I was more spooked over the psychological zing of sliding a needle through one of the most active muscles in my body (I tend to talk. A lot.) Since I've been celibate for a while now,
(Believe it, or not. However it's true.) there's really no other purpose for this thing. Well. Except for tasting food and stuff like that.

The actual process, marking the spot, clamp, needle, insertion of barbell, everything, took a grand total of about seven minutes.

Did it hurt? Nope, not really. It seriously, (even though I cringed at the term she used to explained how easily the needle goes through a tongue) went through like butter. It sure feels ODD to have that barbell in there though.

Whilst sucking back my Frapp from Starbucks, I should have asked her to blend it a little more, because the peices of ice mixed in with my mocha made me wonder if the top bead was still even on. (Of course, it was.)

I went to Next! Body peircing and Tattoo's again, but this time had Jessie poke holes in me.

Good job, lady.

As for more holes in my flesh, I'm going to go on haitus, and let these fuckers heal. (I've gotten five within the past three months.) Three more weeks, and I get to downsize this barbell.

Another Brief...

Wouldn't it be fun to schlepp yourself into a velcro suit and attach yourself via slingshot onto a super padded velcro wall?

I think so.

It would also be fun to cover yourself in honey, (naked of course) and roll around in a bed full of money and whatever stuck to you, you were allowed to keep.

These are the thoughts that pop into my head occasionally throughout the day. Werd.

Cheers.

Linds.

Whoooooo!

Isn't it FUN when lack of sleep = giddiness?

This promises to be a retarded post. So retarded that I'm contemplating even posting.

Went downtown today, as usual, on the way home from school because I'm planning on attending "SinCity" at Club 23 West on the 12th, to celebrate Erik's 33rd birthday with the gang. I've been to a few of these events, once doing promo for a website I designed a while back, and a couple of other similar events entitled "BodyPerve" held at the Lotus Sound Lounge.

Whilst debating what the fuck I was going to dress up as for my "fetish" I figured it was about time to become an exhibitionist. (Or more of one, I should say.) My outfit is going to consist of Nipple shields in the shape of spiderwebs, Fishnet stockings, Miniskirt, knee high Lace up Gothic boots, and tattoo's.

That's it.

I might chicken out a little and toss on a fishnet top, but still keep the jewelery visible. (that was what I bought today in a Body Mod store.)

By far that's the most skin I've ever had showing at an event like this, although I've seen people dressed up (or down I should say...) in nothing at all. Crazy motherfuckers.

Whatever rings your bell.

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Jeebus...

WHY am I listening to N'sync right now? I seem to have slipped back to being 16 again.

Okay... 18. Whatever. It doesn't matter.

*grumbles* That's almost as bad as admitting that I own the "Best of Britney Spears" 2 disc compilation.

Hey, you can't have perfect taste all the time y'know.

Just A Brief...

On the way to school this morning, I noticed there was a dude washing windows on the 16th floor of a 40 story business complex downtown.

I was so tempted to yell up at him, "Hey! You missed a spot!" but refrained.

Anyways, Photoshop beckons.

Cheers.

Linds.

Fun!

I know I've descended into Nerdsville, when I browse a site that Cryptic mentioned in his blog, and get lost laughing at the "geek" designs on T-shirts.

My particular favourites were the "Geek Love Poem" and the "HTML Geek" one. I find it horribly amusing that the back of the HTML shirt has a closing tag as well as an opening tag on the front.

I would totally wear those. Sad, I know.

I'm getting rather irritated that Blogger hasn't automatically updated my profile in ages, and it says the most recent entries are from Hallowe'en, and my entry count is lower than it should be. (Oh! I don't think I've ever said that before!)

Cheers!

Linds.

Hey, Big Spender...

Well, I purchased my ticket to Dallas today. Perhaps it was a bit pre-emptive, being that I'm not leaving to go until May 2nd. However, I'm a student, and the earlier you purchase your tickets, the cheaper they are.

That's always important.

Considering I've pretty much guaranteed covering the cost of it already, from commissions for design work, I feel a little less freaked out by slapping 402 bucks on a ticket for four days. That's including taxes and various assorted "airport improvement" fees. (What a friggin joke that is.)

It's going to be SO worth it. *crosses her fingers* I know I'll be a nervous wreck until I meet him. Damnit, I'm so neurotic. *le sigh*

I'm not up for much of a post today, sleep deprivation has been brutal, what with staying up 'til grotesque hours of the morning doing my assignments. I wish that my brain worked faster creatively before 11 PM, and that I wasn't so reticularly ANAL about how projects looked when I handed them in... Then again, what sort of piss-poor Graphics Designer would I be if I handed in to my instructors, and consecutively, clients, shitty Design work? Why would I turn in shitty design work when I'm paying 16,000 bucks for my programme?

I don't think it would be such a trial, if I didn't have to get up at 6:30AM to be at school by 9AM.

I'm pondering, quite seriously, crawling under my duvet, and dying for a few hours. However, doing so at 7 pm, would be a poor decision indeed. I probably wouldn't wake up.

The unexpected bonus with this sleep deprivation nonsense, is that I can sleep the whole night (all four or five hours I get per day) through solid.

It's more a coma like state, where once the alarm clock near my head goes off, I have a very intimate affair with my snooze button. I get to catch bits and pieces of popular music, and DJ ramblings in between the time it takes for my arm to move and my fingers to fumble trying to find the button.

Mmmm... sleep.

Sooooo....

Any suggestions, beloved readers, on a theme for my "Blog Marathon" entry this March?

A miasmias of random gibberish entries completely unrelated to each other ranging from music reviews, daydreams, memories and stuff along the likes of such?

A short story of some sort?

A biography of Moi from the earliest I remember until present day, filled with lurid sexual adventures and assorted misdemeanors? (Yeah, right.) Gee... Am I narcissistic?

Nah. No more than the usual Blogger, methinks.

I've got a month or so of preperation time, and I'm all ears, so that I can keep y'all as entertained as possible.

I'm still waiting for the final details on the whole dilly-yo, and as soon as I find out, You kind folks find out. Fo' sho'. *sighs* I'm way too white to say that.

Please, keep in mind that I'm totally anal about grammar, and tend to edit it about five times before I post.

Good Lo'd...

Okay.

So this hunk o' junk is fixed temporarily, until a part comes in at MacStation. I lost a little screen real estate, due to changes in resolution, because apparently the LCD monitor display doesn't recieve signals properly from the actual computer unit itself. Or some shit like that. I was too busy checking out the Repair dudes eyes. (No, I'm kidding. I paid attention, I can multi-task.) It'll be fixed completely within the next week and a half or so, or whenever Apple gets off it's arse and ships the new screen component.

That means that I'm actually writing this on a 15 inch display that only uses about 11 inches. I don't believe I've ever complained about 11 inch anything before. Huh... Go figure.

I'm still talking about the monitor by the way, you dirty bastards.

I went and visited Next! Peircing and Tattoo's on Granville Street, downtown today, after picking up my Laptop, and got a few more holes put in my flesh.

No, nothing dirty. I had the cartilage on my ears, which I had previously done when I was about 13 years old and ended up taking them out eventually. I got 14 gauge pressure rings with Lapis Lazuli beads.

OooOOooh. Blue. Tres pretty.

I found the piercist, Sam, to be very personable, informative and meticulous. She did a fantastic job. Not to mention that she was a super pretty mocha woman, covered in tattoo's, with 4 gauge gigantic hoop earrings, and a madonna labret peircing.

Hot.

I also found out that they charge 30 bucks less per hour doing Tattoo work than I usually pay, and they do really nice stuff there. I think I might be changing parlours soon to get the rest of my back finished. They also only charge 85 bucks to get your tongue peirced and I'm STILL debating having that done a few months before I go down to Dallas.

There's something about having a 12 millimetre diameter rod of surgical stainless steel going through my tongue capped in smooth, polished, clear semi-precious crystal beads, that gives me the willies.

There's also something to be said for the gentleman *smirks* that get to experience that ON his willy.

Hot.

Gad I'm deprived. *Grumble*

At any rate, I've gone three days without being able to do my homework, or hand any in. One of my instructors, when I explained what had happened, retorted with the comment,

Is that the digital equivalent to "My dog ate my homework?"

Yes. Yes it is. And it's totally not my fault.

I'm going to go do my homework now. Catch Y'all on the flip-flop.

*MUAH*

Linds.

Damned Technology!

I'm having NOTHING but problems right now with my laptop.

My display keeps on getting fucked up every time I reboot my computer, it's basically the equivalent of it being drawn and quartered. Damnit. As long as I spend ten minutes rebooting, and rebooting again, it works eventually, but it's taking way to friggin long.

Originally, John thought the problem was the supplementary RAM chip malfunctioning... However, it keeps on happening even after it's been removed. Safari won't work!! My address book won't work!! Adium isn't workin! How am I supposed to check my HTML coding in ONE browser and know how it's going to affect OTHER ones? *Bitch and Moan*

And of COURSE, it's the only machine that is having problems in the entire class.

I've got HOMEWORK to do, here computer. Colour Theory awaits! Sluggishness I will not abide! *Tsk!* Photoshop beckons!

Ah, hell.

I went and took the liberty of getting a few presents for Devin today, to ship out to Dallas before I head down there, being that he was nice enough and all to send me a few CD's a while back. That should be in the mail tomorrow. (And no, I'm not telling in here what I got him until he actually gets it. He reads this thing occasionally.)

I've discovered, now that I don't work shitty retail hours and every weekend, all the time, that Friday, is truly a great day. Know why? It means I don't have to cram my fat ass in next to some asshole with bad pittsmell and breath that smells like he's forgotten to brush his teeth, (for the last year.) that's five inches taller than me and requires hanging onto the pole above my head on the Skytrain. It means that after five days of that shit, of actually being SHOVED off of the train at Broadway Skytrain Station (aka. HELL), when I'm pretty much DESPISING human beings, I get a two day reprieve.

Hallejulah. Praise Jeebus. And on the Sixth and Seventh days, She did homework, and it was good. That is, IF her EFFING COMPUTER WORKS THE WAY IT SHOULD! Forsooth. And it shall be done.

Alas and alack. Time to get a move on with Colour Theory. I'm behind already.

Friday's 5 best albums:

(consider this a mini version of "Tunes to Groove By")

Current Music:


1. Scissor Sisters (Self Titled Album)
   Best songs: Mary, Take your Momma, Comfortably Numb, Filthy/Gorgeous.
   Genre: Electronica.
   Rating: 5/5
   
   Notes:
   
   For "Comfortably Numb." Yes, it indeed is a cover of the Pink Floyd's tune. Imagine it done by the Bee-Gee's. Originally, when I first listened to it in Virgin Records, I despised it. In all actuality, I almost didn't recognize it. It definitely grows on you, just listen to it with a sense of humour.
   
   Mary, is beautiful lyrically, and I wouldn't consider that particular song "Electronica."
   
   I'm still debating on exactly what the lyrics mean in "Take Your Momma"
   
   Filthy/Gorgeous. Gosh, I believe I've been accused of being something along those lines, at one point or a dozen in my life. HERE is a remix of the tune, very, very well done.
   



2. Ray! (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
   Best songs: The whole damned album. This man truly was a genius.
   Genre: Soundtrack/Soul
   Rating: 5/5
   
   Notes:
   
   Fan-Freaking-tastic! This man IS soul, in it's purest, sweetest most good natured form. He makes me smile.



3. Robbie Williams: Greatest Hits
   Best songs: Millenium, Rock DJ, Feel (this song is absolutely amazing!)
   Genre: Pop
   Rating 4/5
   
   Notes:
   
   He's SUPER hot, but some of his songs... Weeeeeelll... Not so much. I think "greatest hits" is a loosely used term. I bought the CD for these three songs, However, that's just MY tastes. I'm sure if I felt like it, I would like the rest of them from making myself listen to it over and over, picking up on subtle nuances that I always seem to hear and end up loving.



4. The Essential Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble 2 disc set.
   Best songs: The Sky is Crying, Look At Little Sister, Texas Flood, The House Is Rockin', Superstition (Live), Riviera Paradise, Life Without You, and a whole bunch of others...
   Genre: Blues
   Rating 5/5
   
   Notes:
   
   I still stick to my guns by saying that "The Sky Is Crying" is one of the most phenominal songs I've ever heard in my life. I can also still see my parents dancing like fools in the living room on Christmas Day to this CD. That, in and of itself, makes this compilation rock.



5. Sarah Vaughan: Ultimate Sarah Vaughan
   Best songs: Little Girl Blue, Poor Butterfly, I'll Be Seeing You, The Sweetest Sounds, Broken Hearted Melody.
   Genre: Jazz
   Rating: 5/5
   
   Notes:
   
   Amazing range, tone and expression of emotion from playfulness to the saddest, sweetest voices I've ever heard. Those notes come from a woman with one of the softest, breathiest, most feminine speaking voices I've ever heard. Her ability to keep an audience spellbound just with her remarkable vocal abilities is obvious, because most of this album was recorded in venues that she performed in. Other than the occasional cough, the audience is utterly silent until the end of her songs.
   
   
   Fact about Sarah Vaughan: Mizz Sarah, was renowned for her ability to mimic ANY instrument note for note. Now THAT'S talent. Wild.

Fact about this entry, and all subsequent entries from now on: I'm putting all of this up using ONLY my HTML editor on Blogger. Well, to the best of my abilities anyways. Booyah Gramma.

Five Things You Should NEVER Do On Public Transit...

*Warning, this entry is prolific with profuse profanity.*
(Whoo! Alliteration!)

I'm a regular BC Transit Rider, and I've seen some of the most ridiculous shit in the past 12 or so years I've been riding Buses. There are things that NO ONE should ever do on them...

1.) Clip your nails. (Either toenails or fingernails.)

People, they call it PERSONAL grooming for a reason. Do it in a PERSONAL space, fer fucks sakes. Try your bathroom. NOT on the bus. (This is usually limited to one particular ethnicity. I'm quite conveniently neglecting to mention WHICH one, but they are also the ones that tend to blow their noses in their hands in public as well. However, I'm not racist, and I'm anti-discriminatory. I hate everyone equally, so I'm not going to say... Anyways...)

I've got one word for seeing someone clip their nails (and yes, I have seen someone clipping their toenails...) on the bus. "Eeeeeeewwwwwwww!"

at least I've never seen someone CHEW their toenails off on the bus.

2.) Break up with your Boyfriend/Girlfriend.

Yup, I've seen some LOVELY cat fights on the train/bus. The same sentiment applies to breaking up over the phone. How about you WAIT twenty minutes until you've either:

a) Sobered up a little bit.
b) Removed your white trash, attention grabbing carcass off of the goddamned bus.

There's nothing like a long day at work, that's topped off by some chick calling her boyfriend a "Stupid, mother-fucking cocksucker!" at top volume in a fully packed bus.

Even better is when they shriek at top volume "Fuck you, you fucking whore! Fuuuuuuuck! I can't believe you fucked (insert so-and-so's name here) behind my back!" (What? You wanted to watch?)

Have another drink, lovey.

3.) Jerk-off.

I know I'm gorgeous. I know. *rolls her eyes* I understand, REALLY, I do, that some people can't control their sexual urges. Some people just CAN'T wait to whip out that one eyed, purple headed monster. Some people are just exhibitionists, I guess.

Try the parks. (Yes, I've seen that in the park too. *sighs* My poor eyes. I'm tainted for life.)

4.) Vomit. On yourself, and then on my shoes.

Please God, if that ever happens again, I swear, I'm going to shitkick them off the bus myself with my pukey shoes. (I LIKED those shoes too!)

I understand that you don't really get that high from heroin unless you've emptied the contents of your stomach, mainly consisting of bile and digestive fluids, since you've spent your last penny on the heroin you just shot up... Perhaps you need one of those air-sickness bags?

Hell. Even a ziploc.

5.) Brag about your criminal record, the fact that you just got out of a holding cell after the cops beat the snot out of you, the number of times you've been arrested, how much crack you sell in a day, or how the cops have a warrant out for your arrest, because you decided that it was okay to skip your court date.

Thanks.

At least I know what you look like so when I see the next RCMP Skytrain Constable, I can tell him exactly where you're located, what direction you are going in, and what stop you publicly announced you were getting off at, you stupid fuck.

I especially like it when I'm carrying about five thousand dollars worth of electronics in my backpack for school with me on the Skytrain, and your sitting across from me talking to your "buddy" (who you actually just met and were trying to sell some crack to, but he refused) about all this shit, and eyeing my backpack like an anorexic eyes a particularly tasty looking cream eclair. That makes me feel GREAT.


The sad thing about all of this, is that I've seen it within the last month.

I really should learn how to drive.

Decisions, Decisions...

Well, I figured out what I'm doing for part of my three week long break in between first and second term.

The first part of my three weeks off, is going to be spent doing some consulting work for a friend who has started his own design business. The fact that he would even contemplate asking me to BE that, is flattery in and of itself.

Thanks, Chris. You're a peach.

I'm heading down to Dallas for the last week of my time off to spend my birthday and the time following it during that week with Devin. I've been debating this for a while now, and finally decided that it was better to do it NOW, than wait another year and a half. (Give or take a few months.) I'm tired of wondering what it would be like.

It's time to shit, or get off of the proverbial pot.

It's a matter of satisfying my curiosity, finding out if I've been pining over something that is worthwhile, and that I have put so much of my hope into despite the lucrative-ness (is that a word? Who cares, it works.) of the situation, and if it has a snowballs chance in hell of working out. If I believed in god, I would be prayin' right now. Hell. I'd be praying until I landed in Dallas and actually MET him.

It's more a matter of wanting to make that man SMILE. (Amidst a multitude of other things that aren't so G-rated.) He needs a good roaring belly laugh and a couple thousand orgasms.

It's also meeting someone that has garnered my unconditional love, if not as a partner, than as a very, very valued friend who has changed me for the better. He's made me realize that loving someone, isn't owning them, or just accepting them for who they are, it's a mixture of everything in between and then some.

I'll admit, I'm absolutely terrified. I'm already "what-iffing" myself to death as I'm prone to do, wondering if he'll find me attractive, wondering if I can make him smile, laugh that belly laugh, and see that love, comes in so many different forms it's ridiculous. (Even if it is in the form of playful, emotional, neurotic Moi.)

I know some of my friends will worry for me. Let me find out for myself. If I'm wrong, it's something I need to learn, my darlings. Everything has the possibility of ending up in hurt.

I know that they worry already, because I've invested so much of my heart into him.

However, I'm going to stick to the old adage, that if you love something/someone, let them go. If they come back to you, then you know it's real love. We'll see if he chooses to visit me after I've seen him.

Cross your fingers/toes/legs/arms/eyes, kids. I know I am. (Well, I am in my mind.)

Love always,

Elle.

Dream A Little Dream...

You Are a Dreaming Soul

Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you awy from this world So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all... But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you. Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses. Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others. Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life. Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

Random questions...

I stole this from Orion_skie, I don't think she'll mind...

* Ever been so drunk you blacked out: No. However, I have had so much to drink (my 24th Birthday party at Mavericks) that apparently I made out with half the bar, regardless of gender... At least that's what I've been told.

* Missed school B/coz it was raining: Hello? I live in Vancouver. The answer would be a resounding no.

* Set a body part on fire for amusement: I'm embarassed to say this, but yes. I lit my finger on fire after pouring perfume all over it in Grade 10 math class. Truthfully, I didn't think it was actually on fire, because the flame was invisible... It freaked the hell out of me, but didn't hurt thanks be to the Gads.

* Been hurt emotionally: Fuck yes.

* Kept a secret from everyone: Yes. I have a few secrets that no one will ever know.

* Ever thought an animated character was hot: The Tick is the shiznit. Yum. Marge is pretty foxy when her hair is down.

* Cry during movies: Yes. It's a rule that no one mentions it. I tend to be sensitive about people noticing, especially when the movie is a comedy. I'm such a pussy girl.

* Had a New Kids on the Block tape: Yes, tapes, posters, collectors cards, even a sleeping bag. I was pissed that I missed the concert in Vancouver on September 8th, 1992. The fact that I even remember that is embarassing.

* Been on stage: Yes, in theatre, Choir, Vaudeville, Musicals, and Karaoke. I've also done stage management which means I get to tell those Prima-donna actors and actresses to shut the fuck up. It was great.

* Cut your hair: Yes, it grows really fast, so I usually get it chopped every 3 weeks to a month or so, however I'm trying to grow it out. I just hate that "Mullet" stage that I have to suffer through. I'll probably have hair down to my shoulders in early October.


------------------FAVORITES------------------


* Shampoo: Pantene Pro-V, Outrageous, and Neutrogena.

* Color: Any shade of blue. I'm partial to a light sage green as well. Lately I've been wearing a lot of pink.

* Day/Night: Night. I'm most definitely not a morning person and do most of my best work in the afternoon and late into the night.

*Summer/Winter: Summer. I actually prefer autumn the most, but that wasn't an option.

* Fave Ice Cream: Haagen Daaz chocolate chocolate chunk.

* Fave Subject: Is choir a subject? Choir and theatre... I'm so friggin' artsy.

* Drink: Non-Alcoholic - Gingerale with cranberry cocktail and a wedge of lime, Hot Chocolate;
Alcoholic - Double vodka Gingerale cranberry cocktail and a wedge of lime, Smirnoff Ice.

* Fave persons to talk to online: Devin, Melissa, Mark.


----------------RIGHT NOW------------------


* Wearing: Pink T with "Sweet 'n Delicious Cupcakes" written on it in sparkly burgundy, Tan khaki Clamdiggers, white zip-up european collar track jacket with burgundy accents, Hot pink Mary-jane shoes.

* I'm feeling: Tired, Horny, lonely...

* Eating: Double stuffed oreo cookies and a glass O' milk.

* Thinking about: How many people are messaging me while I'm trying to finish this fucking entry. (That's okay guys!) How long it took me to get home. (OVER three hours. Ugh.) Devin, (As usual.) and the various postions I would like him in.How much I want a hug.

* Talking to: Use the term "talking" loosely, I'm chatting with Nikki, Mark, my Cuz.


--------------IN THE LAST 24 HRS-----------------


* Cried: Yes.

* Worn a skirt: The last time I wore a skirt was Friday.

* Met someone new: I've only been at school for three weeks. Practically everyone is new.

* Cleaned Your Room: Uuuhhh... I've been meaning to do that. I ended up sleeping all weekend cuz I felt like crap.

* Drove a car: HA! That would be frightening.


---------------DO YOU BELIEVE IN------------------


* Yourself: Sometimes?

* Your friends: Always. They're my family.

* Santa Clause: I want to.

* Tooth Fairy: Fuck no. The bitch gypped me every year. Did you know that my cousins get 5 bucks a tooth now? Jeebus. I only got a quarter.

* Destiny/Fate: Yes

* Angels: I believe that some people are angels.

* UFO's: You gotta believe in something right? I believe my P.E. Teacher in Grade 8 was an alien.... Or maybe she was just a royal bitch.


------------FRIENDS AND LIFE------------------


* Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend: I have a soulmate. He's just not here right now.

* Like anyone: I like almost everyone. It's just not the other way around.

* Who's the loudest: Me?

* Who's the shyest: Charlene! (from school!) That lady needs to talk more!

* Who do you go to for advice: Mark, Melissa. Other people that I can't think of right now.

* Who do you cry to: Myself.

* What's the best feeling in the world: Being surrounded by friends in a good environment. Laughter. Mutual harassment in a lighthearted banter.

* And last but not least, your birthday: May 1st, 1980, at 10:15 AM in Burnaby BC, Canada. (Taurus, year of the Monkey)

I'm a Benevolent Despot! Whatever the Fuck That Means...

Dear Linds,
Here is your horoscope
for Monday, January 24, 2005:

You're still in control, and you're still the world's most benevolent despot. Others have no trouble believing that you're doing this for their own good. A well-placed white lie can accomplish great things.


I'm a Benevolent Despot? Jeebus. Who knew I would be a tyrannical leader with good intentions? (Ahem, you don't have to answer that...)

I've never seen a horoscope tell me to fib before.

Frustrated...

I've always wanted to be the sort of person, that when you're around me, you feel a sense of relief and calm.

With a few friends, that's the case. However, with some people, I tend to turn their lives upside down faster than you can say "Shazam!"

It's highly depressing at times.

I can take a relationship, that can be fabulous either from a personal or professional standpoint, and fuck it all up, until you can't make heads or tails of it.

I know that I can take flirting too far, I know that I can either be highly amusing or annoy the shit out of people (including myself, more often than I let anyone know...) and find that I alienate myself very easily from the people that I need around me. Or maybe I just think I do. I can't tell anymore.

*Sighs*

Perhaps it's just the headspace I'm in right now, but I'm feeling very lonely, and very alienated.

It's bad news bears, kids. My heart just hurts. It's a co-mingling of guilt tossed in there with regret and a side of Caesar dressing, for almost hurting someone else intentionally, and losing a friendship that could have been fantastic in the process.

Let's hope (there I go again with that HOPE word...) that tomorrow is a better day, because, quite honestly, today was the shits.

There's a Few Thoughts Running Around...

In this head of mine, about my "Blogathon" 2004 entry and it's contents.

I've bounced them off of a few regular readers of mine, and so far, they think it's a fairly good idea.

Now, I've been in the frame of mind to request to a few regular bloggers I read, to have them participate. Mainly being the ever so hysterical and gorgeous Cryptic, and the wickedly sharp tongued Sex Scenes At Starbucks.

It could all be for naught, but hey, it's worth the suggestion. I'm of the opinion that they could be schlepping up a highly entertaining bunch of posts.

I'm out for the evening to do some homework for Colour theory and History of Design.

I'm craving Double Stuffed Oreo's. *Grumbles*

Hot Shoe!

Hot Shoe!
Originally uploaded by Duchessdocktrash.

My Favourite 1940's styled 2.5 inch heels. Mmmmm. Pink and black. So classic.

Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? Oooh! Me! Me! Pick me!

Linds, you're a Millionaire! (Damn, I wish!)

Your personality is actually determined by two personality sub-types - your primary, or dominant sub-type, and your secondary sub-type. You are a Millionaire which means you are a Success / Thinker Your primary sub-type is defined by "Success" characteristics and your secondary sub-type is defined by "Thinker" characteristics.

That means you're very ambitious and personable, and you've got a great sense of humor. Chances are you care a lot about how you look. You're bursting with self-confidence, and people admire you for your achievements and determination.

How do we know all this? How do we know that behind that bold exterior you sometimes (note: ALWAYS.) worry that you're not good enough? Or that you can be so critical of your work that it verges on self-destructive? How could we have divined that you aim to succeed — and you'll quickly crush anyone who stands in your way?

Because while you were taking the test, you answered four different types of questions — questions that measured confidence, apprehension, willingness to take risks, and your focus on experience versus appearance — the primary traits that determine your personality. Based on your responses, we determined your personality type, Millionaire.

Nice! I tend to take these personality tests every six months or so. It usually seems different every single time. (Just don't call me Cybil!) It's my opinion that people are never just ONE personality. We're a mixture of several.

"Breakin' the law! Breakin' the law!"

Breakin the law! Breakin the law!
Originally uploaded by Duchessdocktrash.

How do you keep Bubs occupied and yourself amused at the same time?

You whip out the digital camera around a five year old that loves to ham it up.

I actually got a "What the hell are you teaching my kid?" from his mom. I'm such a bad influence, but it was so cute trying to get him to pose like this when I tell him to close his eyes, and stick out his tongue, and he goes and closes his eyes before I can show him how to do the "Sign of the Devil dude." (Pop Quiz: What movie is that quote from? You get a gold star if you guess correctly.)

It's so Beavis and Butthead.

Heh, heheheheh.

Dude, this rocks.

Duchess and Lil' Bit on the Skytrain...

Me and Liz on the Skytrain
Originally uploaded by Duchessdocktrash.

Half Cut on the Skytrain.

Okay, maybe I was the only one half cut. It's been almost three months since I've had a few drinks.

You'll have to pardon the luggage under my eyes, I've been burning the candle at both ends.

It's been a long week.

Thank Gad it's Friday..

Fuck I hate that phrase, but it's so applicable right now, that I'm going to use it.

Week two of school. Sweet Jeebus. I'm a little overwhelmed. Not much, mind you, but some situations have gotten a little out of control. That's never good for a neurotic control freak like myself.

It's been a horridly busy week. It's great.

I actually enjoyed doing my assigned reading for HTML today. That should solidify my "Geek" status. I don't bloody well care. I think I'm grasping it fairly well, which is a good thing.

It also doesn't hurt when your teacher for that particular subject is easy on the eyes. It's kinda freaky how much he reminds me of Erik.

The reading for my typography class was DRY.

Hell, dry doesn't even cut it. The guy that wrote this friggin piece is ANAL about text. The document was practically the "Ten Commandments of Typography." Basically it was a three page a list of what NOT to do, repeating itself in every choice of phrasing known to humankind. How about NOT using a two and a half inch high giant letter T, with a gaudy drop shadow, to start off the essay? Fuck that looked hideous.

I can understand it from the perspective that you want to know exactly when a new essay starts, but it still looks awful.

I think choosing this program was the best thing I've ever decided to do. I was so lost before this. I had no sense of purpose, and no passion for my job.

I saw Elizabeth (A.K.A. Lil' Bit) after school today for three hours or so. I have come to the conclusion that Israel, from all the hundreds of photographs I saw this afternoon, is utterly gorgeous.

What a remarkable history. That's on my list of places to go now, sister.

Oh, by the way, Congratulations.

Here's a little story for Y'all.

(btw, I did that with some of the stuff I learned in HTML today. Whee!)

Whilst inhaling my nicotine outside the restaurant, this homeless guy walks up carrying a little styrofoam cup. No biggie.

I'm thinking he's gonna ask me for some change, or a smoke. Nope.

He walks up to the edge of the fenced-in patio section at the Roxyburger, and doesn't say a word to me. He's just mumbling to himself and clutching this little coffee cup close to him. Oooohkay. Whatever.

He then proceeds to pour a little puddle of what I swear to Gad, looked like urine onto the table-top next to me on the patio.

The thoughts running through my head were these in particular:

"That's not what I think it is, is it?"

"Yes. Yes I think it is."

and "Eeeewwwwwwwwwwwww! WTF!"

And then I proceeded to lift my elbows OFF of the table I was sitting at, wondering what the fuck was on MINE.

What the hell is wrong with people?! Seriously.

I apologize if the content of this entry is a little weak tonight, I've had a few Smirnoff Ice's, a big greasy burger, the new "Something's Got a Hold On Me" sweet soul CD I bought at Starbucks this afternoon playing in the background, and I've got the notion in my head, that I don't have to get up at six tomorrow morning.

It's a multitude of blissful thoughts.

The barking cough that's been plaguing me is still terribly persistant, but I picked up some new UK halls (that taste absolutely disgusting, might I add) at the little market by my house (The lady that owns it is the sweetest thing. She's always so happy to see me.) And I've been nursing Orange Pekoe Tea with honey, That's been helping so far this evening.

I'm sick of being sick.

I downloaded a multi-chat program called Adium today, and it seems to work fairly well. The fact that I can use both MSN and Yahoo Messenger in one program is pretty handy, and saves me from filling up my screen real estate with clutter.

The next post up, because I figured out how to put up photos on here via Mac finally, is Lil' Bit and myself on the 'train.

And for la piece de la resistance, a question for y'all.

If your second language is English, what language do you think in most of the time? English, or your native language? Discuss.

*Winks*

Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma Chameleon...

Today during my photoshop class, I greeted Devin on Yahoo messenger, and he asked me to read his blog and let him know if I was interested. I was terribly curious, but had to wait until my break in the middle of . class. Fair enough. I wait, I read what he wrote.

Devin has been a participant in something called a "Blogathon," and has asked me if i am willing to help by writing in my blog. I'm flattered that he thinks I'm worthy enough to do so, and I'm hoping that you guys think so too.

For those of you that don't know what a "Blogathon" is, it's basically a 24 hour blog marathon designed to collect money for charity, or a helpful cause. Typically, it's spread out amidst quite a few Charities, but this year it's all going towards one very worthy cause. The Tsunami Relief Fund. You can either choose to donate based on a flat rate, or for every hour the blogger you choose manages to stay awake. (I'm planning on going full haul, babies!)

The blogger, can either choose to write a story, (as Devin did in 2003) do typical entries, do a photographical biography, Write in Haiku, or whatever else intregues that particular writer.

It's a fascinating way to look into the psyche, and imagination of the person that is blogging, both as readers of that particular blog, and as the writer going over what they have written, obviously after they have slept for at least 12 hours.

I agreed to participate in this blog marathon.

So here's my shout out to Y'all. The date isn't quite set yet, but it's fluctuating for either the 6th of March, or the 13th of March. I will be writing one blog entry every fifteen minutes to half an hour (I've yet to decide how frequently), to collect money for the Relief fund. I'll be getting more information on this as soon as possible and telling you guys how to make your pledges, etcetera. I'm hoping for as much support from you, my wonderful, beautiful readers, as possible. More information is available describing what "Blogathon" is, and showing Devin's 2003 project, at the following URL's:


Blogathon homepage

Devin's 2003 Blogathon

If you're another blogger and you think you are up to the challenge of blogging for 24 hours straight, by all means, please email Devin at devin@devinandmarty.com. He'll be delighted to give you the information as soon as he gets it all finalized.

Please consider pledging. This is a fabulous choice in causes to support. I've already donated at least 30 bucks personally out of my own pocket to the Tsunami Relief fund.

Just think of it as Karma.

Much Love.

Linds.

Next Time Won't You Sing With Me...

Ok. I stole it from SS@S's site. She stole it from someone else... I'm sure she won't mind. As entertaining as her answers were/are, I think I can do equally as well. Let's give it a shot.

A ~ Age? ~ Twenty four, going on six some days, others I feel like I'm 94... It all depends on the day.

B ~ Band listening to right now? ~ Not a band persay, but it's Aretha Franklin. The cure all for anyone's emotional woes. I have this strange connection with that woman's voice. She gets me mellow.

C ~ Crush? ~ Devin. No big surprise. I'm going to be discreet about the second name. Lwellen.

D ~ Devilish Deed? ~ I haven't done the devilish deed in way too fucking long. *grumbles*

E ~ Easiest person? ~ Uhm. That could be interpreted several different ways. I'm going to go along the lines that S@SS took and say who is the easiest to talk to. Rob, Erik, Devin, Melissa, Norm, Marky (aka. Legs).

F ~ Favourite Face? ~ Devin. No question. He's got the best expressions, the most tempting mouth, and the most amazing, beautiul, alive and tired at the same time eyes, that crinkle just right when he smiles.

I'm also partial to gazing longingly at the posters of George Strombolopolous strewn about the buses lately for the CBC on the way to school.

G ~ Gimpy? ~ I've got a bum left knee and hip joint from a work accident. It tends to kick in when I'm doing the devilish deed. *grumbles again* I'm broken.

H ~ Happy? ~ Occasionally. Lately? Yeah, surprisingly enough.

I ~ Instruments? ~ I have 18 years of music training vocally. the last six of it in Jazz. It's still there, but you can't tell right now because I'm sick. I also play acoustic guitar. (Albeit poorly.)

J ~ Well fuck, there was no J in SS@S's one. I'm going to say: Jittery? ~ Yes. when I drink too much coffee, and that happens more often than not. Or when I don't get laid on a regular basis.

K ~ Kids? ~ Nope. Maybe someday. Maybe. I just spoil my nephew instead. I tend to give him sugar, and then take off an hour or so later when it kicks in. Fun fun!

L ~ Longest car ride ever? ~ I did a caravan from Vancouver, to Seattle to Wyoming, to Ohio, to Pennsylvania, and finished in New York City when I was 19, with about 20 other people. It was wild, and I would recommend that to anyone. You can learn more than you ever knew about other people when you spend that much time in their company. You also learn how to talk to anyone, under any circumstance that happens to be thrown your way. I also really learned about my then political organization that I was in at that point in my life.

M ~ Missionary? ~ Hrm. In one way it's boring, and in another way, it's the best way to kiss while doing the horizontal tango.

N ~ Number of Sexual partners? ~ Uhhhh... I plead the fifth. Enough to know exactly what I'm doing. That's not a fair question to ask someone that was in an alternative scene a few years ago. *smirks*

O ~ Outtie or Innie? ~ Innie.

P ~ Pets? ~ I have a couple of cats at my parents house. One named Bob (aka. Bobbykins... Yes I stole it from Archie. Sue me.) and one named Buddy (aka. Fat bastard. Seriously, He's a the strongest black and white beachball with legs I've ever seen. He's also the biggest chickenshit cat I've ever seen.) I've also owned a little black cat named Se7en, who was sweeter than anything, and a purebred white persian named Tiffany, that I got for my 8th birthday, who I miss all the time. I'm contemplating getting fish whilst living in "The dungeon," and teased Grandma about getting a half Chow, half Jack Russel terrier puppy around Christmas time. (The cutest dog in the universe, I swear.) I also tried to rescue a stray when I was living with Lil' Bit in the early summer, but the trampy little pussy decided she liked it better hanging out by the dumpster instead of being pampered in my apartment. She was a gorgeous longhaired Calico with an elfin face, that I had named Mina.

Q ~ Hrm. no Q either. I'm gonna say Queers. Yup. I have no problem with 'em. I even socialize with quite a few as often as possible, and miss going to the Dufferin every Friday for Karaoke with Sandy, Cass, and all the rest of the boi's.

R ~ Reasons To Smile? I'm controlled by my senses. Seeing a rose that's bloomed in mid-January on the way home from school today. Inhaling the scent of a lover's skin, when you haven't seen them for weeks. Tickling my nephew and hearing his irresistable, adorable, enchanting giggle. The feeling of 400 thread count cotton sheets against your feet, topped with a goose down feather duvet and half a dozen pillows all in shades of sage green and cream, on a bed that feels like sleeping on clouds. (Gad, I love my bed.) Chocolate or Orange flavoured anything.

S ~ Spit or Swallow? Swallow. Duh. It's better than holding it in your mouth and running to the bathroom. That shit burns when you hold it in there for too long.

T ~ Time you wake up? I used to work in a bakery, doing sporadic shifts, sometimes for 3am, 4am, 5am, and 6am... I wake up every hour on the hour, look at the clock, turn over, and go to sleep again. I can't seem to sleep solid through the night. It's just something I've grown accustomed to. I also wake up about ten minutes before my alarm goes off at six EVERY morning for school. Fuck is that annoying.

U ~ Unknown Fact about Me? When I was 19 years old, I worked for approximately a month in New York City. I was editing and helping publish a political newspaper and Political books that were distributed globally, in the afternoon, as well as repainting the interior of the publishing house during the morning, seven days a week. It was one of the most memorable experiences of my life.

V ~ Vices? I smoke. I also curse pretty frequently. I like to read smut. I encourage my nephew by laughing at his bad behaviour. (But only when it's really funny!) I'm a Karaoke whore. I'm a shopping addict. I'm addicted to crack. Oh, wait. Nix that last one...

W ~ Weight? Ideally I'd be a buck fifty-five, but that shit ain't gonna happen. If you saw my Dad, you would understand. I'm five nine, and 180 pounds of hot, sexy, volumptuousness. Yeah. That's it. I've got Very strong arms and legs. I'm getting slimmer as the months go by though. It's nice to see someone from highschool that hasn't seen me in six years that says "Holy shit! you look amazing!"

X ~ X-ray's I've had: I've had two. One when I almost removed my fingertips at work (read my second posting on this blog entitled "Let's Keep My Fingers Attached Today, Thanks." in the July archives for 2004. I apologize in advance for the primitive blogging skills. I've improved since.) Another time was in Highschool when I decided to run while pushing a chair dolly, hit the wall with the dolly and flipped head first over it landing at a nice wonky angle on my ankle. I missed going to the MALL because of that, damnit.

Y ~ Yummy Food: Chocolate, Double-stuffed Oreos (Everyone likes to have it double stuffed, don't they? *smirks*) Butter Chicken with Basmati Rice and Na'an bread, Coca Cola, Honeycomb Cereal, Ceasar Salads, Ceasar drinks, Smirnoff Ice, my Mom's Lasagna, Turkey stuffing with Roasted pine nuts and Italian sausage. (THAT stuffing is the shiznit.)

Z ~ Zipper or Button fly on guys? Button fly is pretty easy to pop open. I'm giving away way too much info about my previous experience level here, aren't I?

Cheers.

Elle. (A new moniker from an Aussie friend of mine, I quite like it.)

PS. I think this spell checker LIES!

*note* I figured out why I couldn't edit my posts in HTML, include hyperlinks, and import photo's and use blockquotes on this computer. The culprit was my shitty web browser. (AKA Safari.) I've switched to Firefox since then and have absolutely NO issues. Vunderbar. I suppose I should thank that hottie Cryptic, as well as Chris, my HTML instructor. Thanks guys. I'm a happy girl now! Go get it! Now! Now I say!

Mmmm... Toys...

I should have gotten one of these things a LONG time ago.

I'm talking about an iPod. I know there is a sex show going on this weekend here, but honestly, I dunno where you're dirty little mind is travelling. That, and my collection of other toys is extensive enough.

Basically the moment I got this hot little thing into my grubby mitts, I've been dying to go home and stuff it full of music. I'm tired of changing CD's all the time, dammit.

Unfortunately, geekery must wait, and a visit to the nephew and his mom must occur.

I have to admit, the brains of kids is a strange fertile territory. He'll tell his mom "Mommy stinks!" to rile her up, and then look right at me, two seconds later, and says, "Auntie Linds, you're beautiful." uuhhhh..... thanks Sweetpea. *muffles her laughter at watching "mommy's" face.*

Yep. Boy's are strange. Even when they're little.

Very Irritable...

At 11:52 in the morning.

Strange.

I'm snarky with friends online and on the phone, and with Grandma upstairs.

However I'm sick right now and don't want to hear her NAGGING at me every single time I cough, about taking medication from yesterday (because that would SO help today. Yes, yes it would!) or that I should quit smoking because that's what's making me cough, or blah blah blah, or yadda yadda yadda...

*Le Sigh*

Hearing her chat upstairs on the phone with everyone under the sun about nothing EVERY MORNING, is like a Seinfeld episode gone horribly awry.

I love this woman to death, but I'm not used to having to explain my comings and goings with everything I'm doing. I'm not used to having a midnight curfew, which stopped happening for me when I turned 17 for gad's sakes. I think my freedom is starting to feel seriously infringed upon, and the Taurus in me is starting to drag her hooves across the dirt before she charges. A bad idea no matter HOW I look at it. Maybe I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. (Figuratively, since my bed is actually pushed up against the wall... But you catch my gist.)

I've found out that I can't post pictures up here anymore, because I'm using a Mac now. It's unfortunate that Blogger has only developed software for PC in this regard, it limits the creativity of the bloggers online that are using Mac's. It's also unfortunate since I just bought a Digital Camera yesterday and was looking forward to slapping some piccies up here. I will incorporate a link in here, that is accessable on the sidebar, for pictures in a publicly viewable yahoo photo album or somesuch. When I've figured out how to do that, of course.

Hyperlinks, as far as I know don't work either, and I can't seem to edit in HTML (for anything actually.) to put them in. That totally sucks the shaved knob.

Other than all of this bad news, I'm okay. I just wish I would stop the coughing that is plaguing me to no end except for when I'm sleeping. I've found that "Halls"(tm) does pretty much nothing, but "Alpine Chewing Gum"(tm) is pretty damned good, but more for sore throats than coughing. The only thing that stops me from coughing is sleep...

The benifit of coughing so much is that it feels like I've done a 4 day tummy crunches marathon.

I'm picking up an Ipod today. Might as well. saves me from flipping CD's in and out of my discman on the train, when I could just as easily scroll through a menu on a screen and pick any of my CD's, instead of the two or three I brought with me. I still don't believe in downloading music without paying for it, so I'm just going to take the CD's I've got and rip them into MP3's.

Technically that's not theft. You are allowed to make a back up copy for personal use, in case the original item gets damaged, or stolen. (I wish I had done that last year when my 25 favourite discs were stolen from my purse at work.)

Anyways. The thought of spending money on new toys, (disgustingly enough) has left me relatively chipper now. I'm going shopping.

Catch y'all on the flip side.

Linds.

*Hack, Hack, Wheeze*

Well, I guess I had my run of luck during the Christmas Holidays, and managed to not get ill ONCE during the whole damned thing.

Ah my darlings, how things change.

Scene begins on the second day of class. Boom. My throat is telling me, "Take Advil(tm), I hurt."

I'm dreading my annual bout of Strep/tonsillitis.

Strep would have been better. At least I could take antibiotics and be fine in three or four days. Instead, I'm coughing, I'm sneezing, I'm sniffling. I feel like one of those people I usually despise when I'm on the skytrain during rush hour. I sound like one of the many cheap hookers on Hastings.

You know what I'm talking about. Those ones that have the bleach blonde hair and black roots,hideous 1989 puke-green high heels, (back from her Grad) neon pink mini skirt, leopard print dress shirt, replete with the "sport-jacket" (shoulder pads included, of course.) All of which was purchased at Value Village for five bucks by her pimp, ("I spent five whole dollars on you woman! That's 25 blow jobs by Friday, ya hear me?") who thought it looked fabulous on her. (nice visual eh? Fun fun!)

If you've ever seen the movie "Love Potion #9" with the then very young Sandra Bullock, then you know what I'm talking about. (No, not Sandra's scientist character, the Hooker character, fer fucks sakes.)

I have to admit, that particular piece of Fromage is one of my favourite movies. Sad, huh? I hope I'm not the ONLY one that likes that flick. (GEEKS UNITE!) The song rules too.

Onnnnn another page...

Classes are slowly but steadily increasing for me right now. I have this horrid, looming suspicion that I'm not going to have any social life whatsoever when things kick into full gear. Actually, it's more of a certainty.

Not that I really have one right now. I've neglected my "Karaokarial duties" for a little over two months now. I miss The Dufferin. Too bad they don't have Karaoke there anymore. (Boo! Hiss!) Where else am I supposed to go hang around with "queers" who love showtunes as much as I do, while Ryan is out of town? I mean honestly. The Beatty St. Grill just doesn't cut it for me on my friday nights. I need my Homo fix.

Apart from that, I'm drooling at the bit to redesign this mo-fo when I've got the mad skillz to actually figure out what the hell the HTML coding in my blog outline means. Do you have any idea how long it took me to figure out where to put that "Is my Blog Hot or Not?" bit in there at the top? At least 20 minutes. *winks*

I plan on pulling that whole "Pimp My Ride"-esque treatement on this Lil' Ol' Blog of mine as soon as I get some time and the know how. The Glamazon Shoe Diaries gets a TLC's "What Not to Wear" five thousand keystroke makeover. (Don't ask why I'm going on this stupid reality show metaphor right now. I really couldn't tell you, other than I think it's funny, and that I'm blatantly advertising how incredibly GEEKY I am.) All I know was that I got to watch "What Not to Wear", and "Trading Spaces" while I got my ink done last Saturday. Considering how much I don't like television, combined with the lovely pain of needles peircing my skin, and stabbing my spinal column over and over and over again until my spine felt like hamburger, it was a GREAT session. And BOY do I want to scratch my back.

(**Note to self. DON'T SCRATCH! Bad monkey.**)

LITERATURE OF THE MOMENT

I'm reading Jaqueline Carey's fourth book titled "Banewreaker" on and off over the past week or so, as well as "He's Just Not That Into You: The No-Excuses Truth to Understanding Guys." by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo.

The link for Banewreaker on Amazon.com

the link for "He's Just..." on Amazon.com

"Banewreaker" is FAN-freaking-TASTIC, just like all of Jaqueline Carey's previous books. I was so impatient to get it that I bought it in hardcover. (I did the same with her 2nd and 3rd books for the Kushiel's Dart series.) Other than fekking around with Photoshop and Adobe Illustrator, I've been staying up past my ten o clock beddie-bye curfew almost every night reading it.

As for "He's Just Not That Into You", I found it to be a combination of humour and seriousness, (which admittedly, was the goal) and the overall quality of the content being so-so. I finished it in about three hours. It is a real eye opener however.
You have NO idea how often I've seen men behave badly, just like in some of the examples.

Greg truly is a funny man, but he's definitely a comedian moreso than a relationship Guru. It's lovely that he has a "great marriage" to a beautiful woman, but honestly, that's rubbing it in the face of the poor saps (like me) that seem to find the REAL winners. The examples that they give, i.e.) letters from women to Greg, asking his advice, are fairly obvious. I find that most of the letters must be one of the following.

A.)Written by very stupid women.

B.)Created for the book.

OR

C.)Created for the book, but written by very stupid women. (Or men. I'm not discriminating here.)

I think that Sex and the City writers, should stick to writing Sex and the City episodes, and stay out of the relationship book game. (Fuck, who am I to criticize, I bought the Goddamned book now, didn't I?)

MUSIC OF THE MOMENT

Is a toss up between Seal --- "IV" and his greatest hits on a 2 disc set, and (of course, because I don't leave home without her) Aretha Franklin -- "The 60's" greatest hits collection.

Aretha Franklin is the cure-all for anyone's emotional woes. Get this fuckin' cd. Seriously.

Anyhoo, Catch Y'all on the Flip flop. I've been busier than a three peckered rabbit this week, and feel like curling up with my copy of "Banewreaker" underneath my duvet on my mmmmmm... Bed... With all my pillows.... screw reading. I'm hitting the hay. It's time to STOP looking at this screen for a while, and fall asleep listening to some Aretha.

Much Love.

Linds.

PS. Omfg. I rule. Only two spelling errors in this whole thing. Yessssss..... I am so smart. S-M-R-T.

Hallejulah!

I'm blessedly single (he was just "not that into me" according to the book) but who really fucking cares... Not ME! And enjoying it. He was too BUSY for me. Too busy to stop by and say Hello when he worked right downstairs from me, (come on, five minutes isn't going to KILL you buddy.)

Hey Melissa, according to the book, Luc is definitely INTO you! Gratz sista.

School is very interesting so far and I'm learning how to do a helluva lot with my Laptop, I can't wait until I can do MORE!

More, more, more!!!!

In the meantime right now I'm sitting here, uploading software upgrades into this hot little computer, and chatting online for the first time in almost two months while farting around in class. (With permission of course.) GREAT! I'm stoked.

The net gets installed into my house on Saturday, and when that happens its rock and 'effin roll babies!

I got Kanji tattooed all up my spine this saturday just past, and it looks phenominal. from the top to the bottom, it says, "Love, Dream, Music, Friendship"

Friendship is two symbols. all total the number of Tat's on my back alone now is eight.

I can proudly say that I sat there for over an hour, getting ink done, and not one tear came out. It hurt like a sonofabitch though. I plan on getting a few pictures taken of my entire back when it heals fully.

I plan on posting the entries I've hand written over the next few weeks, all of which have been dated and time stamped so when they are entered in it should go according to date and look like entries that were put in on the dates specified. (If that makes sense.)

Elizabeth, if you're still alive a message one way or another would be terrific. :P

Catch ya cats on the flip flop.

Cheers.

Linds.

Hubba Hubba...

Racy?

Yes.

Flattering?

Yes.

Me?

I wish.

My Tit's ain't NEARLY that nice. And, they need some vertical barbells through the nipples. My hair will NEVER look that amazing, and my tummy will never be that flat.

A girl can always dream.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas from My Family to Yours.
(Don't tell my mom I posted this one. I'd catch it for sure.)

Yeah, I know. I look like crap. Whatever. It's Christmas morning, I worked a full, insanely busy shift yesterday, and I REALLY don't feel like doing my hair and makeup. Hell. I didn't feel like GETTING up this morning.

You can tell I'm a grown-up when I decide to sleep in later than my parents on Christmas morning.

The best present, (and one of the four I recieved) is by far my best of Stevie Ray Vaughan collection from the parental units. SWEET. It was the one I was drooling over in the local music store, a month and a half ago, that I refrained from buying because it was about 40 bucks for a 2 disc set. That's 30 songs. Very, very nice.

My Dad said that if he knew it was this good, he would have kept it. Suckah Fool!

Merry Christmas Folks.

Just a quick wish...

For Y'all to have a VERY merry Ho-ho.

Hope the Jolly fat man brings you all you wished for.

If he didn't just hope that you were around people you love, because in the end that's all that matters.

Cheers,

Catch Ya on the flip side.

Linds.

Oh By the way... Nothing beats sitting in front of my parent's 37 inch Flatscreen T.V. and watching "Log." (I'm NOT really doing that, of course... Although it IS on in the living room...)

It's a running joke in my family that "Log" is utterly captivating. Sure. I especially like that Hairy Girly/Manly (I've yet to figure out exactly what gender it belongs to...) hand that replaces that top peice of wood every twenty minutes or so on the Video loop.

Actually, this year, they renamed it "Burning Log" No shit. Talk about redundant. Ahhh. The miracles of Digital cable.

Holy Hannah!

She's ALIVE!

And kicking too might I add.

I've been busier than anything lately, here's a brief rundown of the past month for me:

1. I quit my job.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I said "sayanora" to Safeway. No more belittling comments from supervisors, no more ridiculous rules that don't make sense to anyone but management, no more shifts spent in a blind panic knowing that they should have more than one person doing three peoples tasks at once, (and of course all done to perfection.) No thank-you.

I knew my company record with Safeway was more tarnished than Grandma's silverware, so I decided to go out with Panache. Yup yup, I gave em a whole two days notice. Whee fun. It would have been even MORE FUN to give them my notice two days before Christmas, but I'm not entirely evil... Really I'm not. I'm sure somewhere down the road that teeny bit of notice I gave them is gonna bite me in the ass somehow, but quite honestly Scarlett, I don't give a damn.

I'm still waiting on my Holiday Pay to be mailed to me from Calgary. That delay was making Christmas shopping a little tight, but I dipped into my Line of Credit a little to make ends meet.

2. Got a new job.

Three days after I quit working at Safeway, I was hired on the spot at a little European style bakery near where my old apartment is located, I walked in, dropped off my resume, and left with a job in a grand total of three minutes. Cool eh? As it stands, I get more hours than any other girl working front end in the place.

I took a three dollar cut in pay, but it's worth the loss in wages to save my sanity. The stuff this Baker makes is AMAZING, all real whipping cream, real butter. It's soooo dangerous to my waistline. I swear if it wasn't for my metabolism boosters I would be right back up to that magnificent size 26. (I'm a 16 right now.)

3. I Met a new man.

Yes, coincidentally enough, on the day I got a new job I ended up giving my number to a hottie that works in the restaurant downstairs from my new place of employment, and things have been gangbusters ever since. His three and a half year old son is very sweet, and seems to have taken a shine to me much to my delight. I'm just taking things one day at a time, and he's teaching me how to laugh at myself a little more, instead of taking everything so seriously.
I'm not counting my chickens, or looking at it in a negative frame of light either.

As it stands, I'm just content being around him and chilling out watching a movie. (Or like last night when I took care of him because he's really sick right now. I've always been a fan of Advil -- Cold and Sinus.)

It's all new for me to have a little boy tagging along with most of the stuff I do with my partner, but at the same time I'm totally enrapt watching how in love with his son he is, and how much of a good parent he is too.

4. I Spent Ten Thousand Dollars, in an hour and a half.

Yeah. I almost puked when I handed over my tuition bank draft for school on Thursday. That's more money than my brain can comprehend.

Now, I know I like to shop, but this was a little extreme, even for me.

The only consolation I can give myself for doing it was that I wouldn't be furthering myself if I didn't do it, and right now, it's all about me.


That's all I can think of off of the top of my head right now, Since I'm typing this out at Melissa's place...

At any rate, If I don't end up writing another entry in here before Christmas has come and gone, here's the phrase in my Christmas cards this year.

With wishes that the Joy of the Holiday
Season restores Hope in your soul.

(For those of you that don't know, hope is a word that means a lot to me, and not something that can be easily encompassed in words.)

Merry Christmas. Happy New Year. I love you all.

Peace out.

Linds.