Monday, October 31, 2005
dare you...

Sunday, October 30, 2005
Josh and Maria and me

Saturday, October 29, 2005
the worst movie that i've seen recently

Friday, October 28, 2005
The fountain in San Jose
Monday, October 24, 2005
The Mothman Infestations & the House of Ice
I haven't written in a while, and lots has happened... but when I even think about trying to simplify it to put it on here, I don't think I can. So, I'll keep it light for now.
There was a span of time about a week ago when everyone who I lived with minus me managed to leave the outside porch/enclosed veranda light on, thus attracting every moth known to man. So, now, I think we've started some sort of refugee-moth breeding program in our porch because I swear there's more every day. But now, the light is usually off, so I try to enter the house as stealthily as possible, keeping the retarded belief that if I move slowly enough, they won't see me... (I'm sure it looks hilarious, but no one's ever seen me do this Mission Impossible move into the house yet) although, panic does set in if the key's not unlocking the door fast enough. But, there's at least 10 in there right now, and they all just sit around and stare at me as I leave, plotting my untimely demise.
As for our house, there's a significant climate change from my room to the other side of the house. I really think that Theresa is cold-blooded, because she sleeps with a fan on in her room and then the bathroom window is always open, thus when you go to take a shower, icicles start freezing onto your hair even with hot water going full blast. Apparently, the other reason for the window open is so we don't have mildew growing in our bathroom because we don't have a fan. This however, does cause a large shock during any trip to the bathroom during the night as the unsuspecting, sleepy victim discovers just how cold a porcelain toilet can become in the Arctic. Then there's me, who sleeps with sweats, a t-shirt, and a huge hoodie under my blanket and my sleeping bag, and then I'm relatively warm. But, we also can't turn on the heat much because we control the heat for the whole house and then with the heat on, the people upstairs cook. Good times. SO, alas, every morning I go from warm to popsicle within a couple steps. And the beautiful part of it is somehow I have managed to time my shower around the same time as someone upstairs so I miss all the hot water. So between the window open with winter blowing in and then ice raining out of the shower, I'll never be warm again.
There was a span of time about a week ago when everyone who I lived with minus me managed to leave the outside porch/enclosed veranda light on, thus attracting every moth known to man. So, now, I think we've started some sort of refugee-moth breeding program in our porch because I swear there's more every day. But now, the light is usually off, so I try to enter the house as stealthily as possible, keeping the retarded belief that if I move slowly enough, they won't see me... (I'm sure it looks hilarious, but no one's ever seen me do this Mission Impossible move into the house yet) although, panic does set in if the key's not unlocking the door fast enough. But, there's at least 10 in there right now, and they all just sit around and stare at me as I leave, plotting my untimely demise.
As for our house, there's a significant climate change from my room to the other side of the house. I really think that Theresa is cold-blooded, because she sleeps with a fan on in her room and then the bathroom window is always open, thus when you go to take a shower, icicles start freezing onto your hair even with hot water going full blast. Apparently, the other reason for the window open is so we don't have mildew growing in our bathroom because we don't have a fan. This however, does cause a large shock during any trip to the bathroom during the night as the unsuspecting, sleepy victim discovers just how cold a porcelain toilet can become in the Arctic. Then there's me, who sleeps with sweats, a t-shirt, and a huge hoodie under my blanket and my sleeping bag, and then I'm relatively warm. But, we also can't turn on the heat much because we control the heat for the whole house and then with the heat on, the people upstairs cook. Good times. SO, alas, every morning I go from warm to popsicle within a couple steps. And the beautiful part of it is somehow I have managed to time my shower around the same time as someone upstairs so I miss all the hot water. So between the window open with winter blowing in and then ice raining out of the shower, I'll never be warm again.
Friday, October 14, 2005
yup, i like this.
It's Friday. And although I didn't have to work on Monday, it was an incredibly slow week. Although, I think somehow, time has slowed for me and now it's taking forever just to finish a day. Not that I'm complaining, I don't miss out on the little moments that make you laugh... But then again, the day takes FOREVER to finish. But, I don't want to day to finish, I want to enjoy it. So, this is the situation I'm stuck with.
However, I did read in some stranger's blog about this article published today by the New York Times. 900 words and 4 reporters later, they came up with this. I wish that the only articles that were in the newspaper were all like this. Fluffy stuff that doesn't really matter, not murders or bombs or planes crashing or earthquakes. Just that it's raining too much in New York City.
However, I did read in some stranger's blog about this article published today by the New York Times. 900 words and 4 reporters later, they came up with this. I wish that the only articles that were in the newspaper were all like this. Fluffy stuff that doesn't really matter, not murders or bombs or planes crashing or earthquakes. Just that it's raining too much in New York City.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
now is not the time.


Well, last night, I went to Celtic Tiger. It was amazing!! (Click on Celtic Tiger and you can see pictures). It was so awesome!! I loved it, and it was totally worth running out of money last week to pay for the ticket! I got there really early, which turned out to be a God-thing (I'll explain some other time) but when I sat down in my seat, it was about 7 pm. The show was supposed to start at 7:30. So, at about 7:20, I'd already looked at the merchandise (all a million dollars each), gone to the bathroom, and made 2 phone calls, so I was ready for the show to start. Some guy started using the spotlight, which made me get all excited because I thought the show was starting... However I was wrong. I got a little frustrated because this was NOT the time to discover how the spotlight works.
Anyways, the show started and I think my heart stopped. It was amazing!!! Michael Flatley is amazing, and according to Becca, he does 35 taps in one second. 35 TAPS IN ONE SECOND! That's amazing! I loved it! Minus the striptease... That was not my favorite part at ALL. But, all in all, there were amazing costumes and amazing dancing and amazing music! The second half was a little disappointing, only because it was geared more towards Americans and I'm a Canadian. So, that part I didn't really enjoy, but the first act justified the whole night.
Friday, October 07, 2005
to the tune of f minor...

It's Thanksgiving long weekend. I'm thankful for tons of things... but I don't want to think about any of the stuff that's more stressful then thankful. My life can come back on Tuesday, but for right now, I don't want to deal with anything. I haven't relaxed in a while... So, this weekend, besides the 2 birthday parties on Saturday, it's going to me, Josh, John, and the occasional movie. Sounds good to me. Happy Thanksgiving.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
even the nicest go bad

Anyways, when I watched it, I remember thinking they were cute... until they went evil. I don't remember all of the movie, but I remember being horrified by the evil creatures. I think my dad was watching with me, and either we turned it off or I left, I'm not sure, but I was horrified... and couldn't look at my stuffed animals for the longest time. Kudos to Marce and Jen though for figuring out what the Gremlins were, because I couldn't remember the name.
