africa.

and school for scandal is now officially over.
i am no longer a scandal maker.
thank the lord.

and now, for the dice box for papers, lab reports, final exams and then christmas break.

the body says no.

Don't you just love it your nearest relation calls you, just to nag and piss all over you? Thanks. It's very much appreciated.

running.

The weekend was alright.
It made me happy, sad and very tired all at the same time.
24 hours was nice, but not long enough.
I desperately want this semester to be over.
I'm doing so poor in school. If I pull a 70 average I think it'll be amazing. Sadly, 70 may be stretching it. I need to work my ass off. The unfortunate thing is that I have no drive or desire to work my ass off. I have no desire to do much of anything right now.
Next semester offers so much promise. I think I will get off my ass and try. And be motivated.
I need to go to the library more often and do work. Not waged work, but academic school-related work. Maybe being there will motivate me.
I need a break - a break where I can sleep. And eat. And veg out. And relax. And enjoy the company of others. And do nothing. Nothing. Except sleep.
I need to win the lottery. What are the odds I can come up with an elaborate scheme to rig the next draw so I win the jackpot?
School for Scandal is OK at best. Aside from feeling like I honestly suck. Everyone else is great and talented and I'm like "Yep. I suck. Go me." We've had decent crowds so that's a bonus.

And once more, it's PostSecret for the win...

the mating game.

I have a mountain of dishes I need to do and instead I'm watching Veronica Mars. Fack.

I'm eating a sausage and I don't think it's fully cooked. I'm going to hope that sausages are like Salmon and that pink isn't a terrible thing to see.

I asked Caitlin Power to be my date for the Christmas Formal. At first I thought I was being a bad date because I was going to be late and meet her there. Now I don't even know if I can go anymore. Stupid School for Scandal. I've moved from bad date, to terrible date. Oy.

Speaking of Scandal, the show starts this Thursday. Cross your fingers! Thanks to Facebook all of UPEI now knows about it. And it's Facebook FTW.

....I hope it doesn't crash and burn. I hope I don't crash and burn.

too little, too late.

When it's been over a week since your last blogger update you know you're in a rut.

I feel so blah. So... indifferent. I crave a change right now. I look forward to next year when I can finally starting organzing my life, because let's face it, I may have come to the conclusion of what I want to do, how I want to do it and where I want to do it, but there's red tape and time to go through. I can't wait for the end of this term.

On the other hand, this past year has been phenomenal. Props to 2006.

I think my iPod knows about Britney and K-Fed since everytime I go to shuffle my music now all it plays is Britney. Seriously. Out of every 10 songs it plays, about 3 will be Britney. Sure, I have a lot of Britney tracks but in the grand scheme of things she only accounts for 3.3% of my entire library of 2,134 tracks. It must be psychic. That's the only possible solution.

Mike came home this weekend. I think I spend way too much time with that kid. It was good times though.

I pulled my back the other day. 19 and complaining about back problems is where it's at. I was in so much pain it hurt to bend down even a little and turn my body. I had to do a full turn to look at people because my neck muscles that extend to my back were in pain. My whole back was a giant sore. I found a great massage place that 5 people have recommended me to. It's 60 smackers for an hour long session. I think I'll deal with the pain until I get my stupid Rogers obscene heart-attack inducing bill out of the way. Screw you t609, why must you cost so much money? FYI, you're firmware could use an upgrade...

I found a new smell. Black Code by Giorgio Armani. My Alfred Sung Paradise is just about finished. There's this great set at Shoppers for 80 bucks that has the 50 ml bottle and a free shower gel and after shave. (Note to a certain sibling who reads this blog: This is a Christmas hint. Take heed).

K. It's gonna be a long week and I need to get to bed. The show starts it's first performance this Thursday. I'm missing Grey's because of it. Humbug. Here's hoping it goes well!

Oh ps, why do people constantly think I could be the next Perez? He annoys me and I would rather stab needles in my eyes than lead his life. I don't understand the comparison.

popozao.

So, amid having a midterm on Monday, another midterm essay due on Tuesday, and then another midterm on Thursday, I'm wasting time online. I rule. Anyway, I just read the Billboard Magazine review of Kevin Federline's (K-Fed, if you will) album Playing With Fire, and well, you can read it yourself...

"K-Fed spends the first half of his debut album defending himself, claiming he's "America's Most Hated," which rhymes with "you're mad that I made it." Playing the victim allows him a tried-and-true hip-hop window to "keep it real," as he says, and to shout out (twice) to Benjamin Franklin. Amid hints of rock guitar on "Lose Control," he brags about his tax bracket and wedding Britney Spears (who "calls me daddy, but she's not my daughter." Eww). Spears then takes a robotic guest turn on "Crazy." In general, Federline enunciates well (even big words like "paparazzi" and "telekinesis"). But the album doesn't peak until the bhangra-sampling "Caught Up" and the finale "Keep On Talkin'," which prescribes marijuana for cataract relief over a woozily patty-caking hook. Major misstep: An inexplicable lack of Brazilian favela funk tracks about butts. —Chuck Eddy"

middle of nowhere.

So, I apologize for leaving you hanging with my last post. Why is my life a giant piece of ass, you ask? Well, it's because I didn't move. The night before I'm supposed to move I get a call. Turns out the landlord had told some guy a few months ago that once someone moved out, he could move in. At the time, none of the roommates knew. Great. So yeah, I didn't move. Great. Whatever. I'm over it now.

I'm so tired. I went to Baba's last night for their Halloween celebration with Elephant Rock and Out from Under. It was such a good time but I got no sleep since I had to wake up at 8. Oy. This day was constant too, didn't end until 11 tonight when I left the Spa.

I have so much I have to do. Figure out how to make peanut brittle, fill out some forms, type up Bio notes and study them, prepare an essay about the anger in Macbeth and King Lear. I also have to email Professor Marsh about next semester, figure out what exactly I'm taking, get my fiances in order (ack, I'm scared), and then I have to memorize lines for School for Scandal. It never ends...

Oh, and the O.C. starts this Thursday. I'm still unsure if I'm going to watch it. Hmmm. I have to get caught up in Veronica Mars as well. Bah. There's just no time! Especially since next week is going to be hell - bio midterm, english paper, possible test in english 201, Derek's birthday, possible team blue reunion and even more school work, regular work, and School for Scandal. I need a break, I cant' wait until Christmas when everyone's home and I can relax.