I haven't posted here for over a month, and now I'm totally going to cop-out by wishing you all a Happy Valentine's Day.



Whether you interpret the "happy" part of that sentiment as gazing lovingly into your significant other's eyes while The Notebook/Gone With the Wind/When Harry Met Sally plays in the background or hurling random chunks of ice at unsuspecting couples who pass by too close to you while breaking every social standard of acceptable PDA is entirely up to you.

My carton of soy milk reads "Shake well and buy often". New personal life philosophy for a new year, maybe? We'll see.

Happy (belated) new year, everyone. :)

 Since I like to prattle on about things that don't matter, like the Canadian federal election (seriously, I was talking to someone the other day that was from Prince Edward Island and had no idea who Elizabeth May was, but was all over the Barack Obama bandwagon), I just thought I'd take this opportunity to state that the NDP candidate for my riding is 21 and in my Japanese class. Is this kind of cool? Yes. Does it do anything remotely constructive for my inferiority complex? No. 

Okay, so, since I am a benevolent blogger and am always worried that those on my friends list are not receiving sufficient lolz, I bring to you http://shareyouroops.ca, where you can go and discuss with people you don't know how you a) became supremely drunk, b) located the nearest penis and proceeded to have probably-consensual sex with it, and c) were too involved in the "moment" to recognize even at a passing glance that, hey, maybe this isn't actually a good idea. Maybe I'm just a judgmental bitch, but the entire concept of this "website" boggles my mind. Whatever happened to the golden era of shame-facedly slinking to the pharmacy the morning after without having to inform everyone that possesses both a computer and an internet connection?

Anyway.



This is an image of the cat bus from the Miyazaki film, My Neighbour Totoro. Best mode of transportation ever? Yes. Did my head explode all over the wall because the concept of a cat as a bus was too much to bear? Yes.

Happy Thanksgiving weekend, everyone!

Does anyone have a Twitter account??

I have told myself that I am obligated to complete reading the following novels before returning to school: 

Lock And Key, Sarah Dessen
JPod, Douglas Coupland
Adverbs, Daniel Handler
Late Nights On Air, Elizabeth Hay
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows
The Horseman's Grave, Jacqueline Baker

I have already completed the following  novels this summer:
The Ladies Lending Library, Janice Kulyk Keefer
Empress, Shan Sa
Tuesdays With Morrie, Mitch Albom
Emma, Jane Austen
Microserfs, Douglas Coupland
I Am Hutterite, Ann-Marie Kirkby
Petite Anglaise, Catherine Sanderson
Love The One You're With, Emily Giffin
Prince Caspian, C.S. Lewis

It's 2:40 a.m. Jack has drooled all over everything. It's time for bed.

Apparently, my new motto has become work is boring; fight with people.

My life has become my job, a box of Crispy Delights, a clunky, cumbersome cordless phone that sometimes works, and novels by Jane Austen.

It could always be worse.

So, supposing that I live until tomorrow and don't succumb to the potential fatality that is the laziness I have allowed myself to subscribe to in the last week, I will, ostensibly, turn nineteen. To some people, this is a big deal. To me, it's Saturday. Funny how that works out.

This morning, I enrolled myself in a CPR course that begins in ten days. It runs from eight until four, and involves my personal interaction with people I've never met before, but other than that, I'm just so psyched. It's a necessity for a few of the jobs I desire to obtain this summer, as the majority of them are in childcare, so I'm biting the bullet and taking the damned course. Other than these thoroughly exhilirating jobs working with the kiddies, I have the option of being a cashier, a waitress, a dishwasher, or a hotel housekeeper because, apparently, I am trained for nothing. Yippee!

Tomorrow, Brittany is coming down from Saskatoon, and we are spending the day together. In the evening, we are meeting my parents and Dean for dinner at a Japanese steakhouse in Regina. It should be a fine evening. :) On Tuesday, I'm heading with her to Saskatoon for a few days. This means I have to apply for jobs on Monday, if I want to do it before I leave. Again, so psyched. Really.

On the 16th, my friend Jenn from Mt. A is coming to stay with me for a few days, and we are attending the opening night of Prince Caspian together. I might be heading back with her to her house in Winnipeg for a bit, but that hasn't been decided yet.

So, there you go, an update. Don't you feel enthralled?