Overheard in Ottawa Part 2

Because I just rembered...

Fashion Cop: Green is so not an everyday colour. Now blue, blue is an everyday colour.

Overheard in the Byward Market

Jesus would have wanted it this way...

Before you get all offended by the title, chill my friend.

This weekend.... wow..
I am so effed school wise, but sometimes you just have to say, to hell with it and give'er hardcore for a weekend.... just perhaps don't time it so it's smack at the end of the term when you have essays and stuff due that you have no clue what to do for. Ahem.
Anyway.

Thursday night.. or should I say friday morning... I went home on the bus that was taking most people to work...I walked part way from downtown, which of course involved walking by Parliment. As I scurried by, reeking of booze with my crusty mascara been up all night squinted eyes I could not help but feel just a little.... I'm not sure the word that fits here.. Either way, living in Ottawa is often a very surreal experience.

Friday naturally was a waste of a day.

Saturday was another good one. There were a zillion people out and about because it was just do damn nice out. I LOVE SPRING. Attended a very chill party, played some fuck up, drank some beer, had a real meal of actual good food and juct kicked it with some friends.

And now here I am, even more unsure about what I'm doing... gaah... the part of me who wants to say eff it all and just call the whole thing off is growing by the day. Will I make it until the end of April without doing something drastic? I would feel like the flightiest person in the world if i did a turn around now. Not to mention the fact that there would be some super pissed off ladies whom I don't really want to do that to. I can't even remember first semester when I was just so fed up with everything and ready to quit school all together and go home to collapse in a heap. I know if happened, but it's such a distant thing to me now. There's so much stuff, and so many people that I wish I would have come across a lot earlier than the last couple of months. EFF man... EFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish I could just like have somebody else decide for me, and have it be the right decision and the one that was best for everybody...

Raaah... I need groceries.. and I need to read.

But Happy Easter for shizzle.

It was all yellow

The status as of 11:17am on Wednesday:
Brit Lit: 3 classes
Can Lit: 3 classes
Psych: 2 classes
Roman Hist: 2 classes
Historian's Craft: 2 classes

So thats a total of..... 12 classes. Now, assuming that I skip on average, 2 classes a week, that's about 4 classes gone, thus making the final number of classes I have left: 8. That ain't not bad.

I've been thinking a lot about my new appartment lately. I've never seen it, and I don't know how big my room is or anything, but I've decided that I want to decorate my room somehow. Not just random shit on the walls and everywhere like I usually do. No. This room needs a theme. Tropical is the most logical theme, blues and greens, waves, palm trees, bamboo... etc. It would be totally boss if I could find an old surf board and make it into a table. Plus, I have an inflatable palm tree in my room at home, which I could easily put in my new place. Hmmmmm the possibilities

MAD PROPS to my MOM! I just got an easter package... sweeeeet
And Harley is on the front page of the newspaper? Wiggity fuckin wack...

Anyway.....

To my liver- I appoligize to you in advance for this weekend... Don't hate me...

Thursday= A re-celebration of St. Patty's Day
Friday= Kat's Sister comes
Saturday= Evan's B-day

Oh yeah and I suppose I should read my last brit lit book and write a paper..... plus I want to go to the art gallery to see the 60's exhibit....

Speaking of touristey things to do in Ottawa...
I went to Parliment Hill last night. First off, the peace flame was definately out... What does that mean?? Either way, I sat and drank my coffee facing parliment.. how chill is that? I mean... if we were in any other country, me and evan would have been shot for even thinking about sitting and drinking coffee on parliment hill..
One thing is definately for sure, Ottawa is a pretty cool place... Minus the rediculous coldness and stuff.. I'll for sure be sad to leave.

I really need to get on the job finding boat. Everybody else seems to have that kind of sealed up for the summer and I haven't really given it much thought. It would be pretty tight to bartend somewhere. Provided the money I would make would be comparable to the money I could make waitressing. Because lets face it, it's not about the work, it's about the money. And the more of it I can make the better. I think bar wise Pacifico would be my dream place to work. I could dress up for work every night, and it's a super nice club that's not at all skeazy like the Dome. Rain would be cool too, although Rain strikes me as being somewhat sketchy. Or the casino.... But then I would have to wear theit stupid uniform... soo yeah not so much.

I turn 20 in 23 days...... yikes.

Hello Pot? Yeah this is the kettle, calling you black.

First of all, I would just like to say that it's a funny thing how age means absolutely nothing in terms of maturity.
Argh. Now that the angst has been released (really why do I waste my energy on someone so insignificant?)...

Just been trucking along lately, head down, gotta getter done.
I booked my plane ticket home, April 30th, 6:30pm is when I leave this city. Luckily the lovely Ms. Feener is coming up with my ma and pa to accompany me home, because I think that I will most definately be in need of some accompaniment. I've come to the point with all of this, that this is my attitude: I've gone too far with the whole idea of moving home to back out.
It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I am torn, and I have met a lot of really super cool people here that I wish I would have known earlier because I might not be in the situation that I am now? At any rate, I have a feeling that Halifax is going to rock the proverbial casbah due entirely to the super cool ladies I will be living with.

I think I am getting sick. I feel like I swallowed some sandpaper last night...

I went to play badminton last night, only to get there and realize that I forgot my gym shoes. So then I had to book it back to my place and then book it back to the Y. Needless to say, I got a workout and a half last night and it felt pretty good. I really need to start going to the gym. But then again, I've been saying that all year. I always feel so good when I come back from the gym, but then I feel like I never have time. Every week I keep thinking that this will be the week that I will finally get time, but then something else always comes up. Or I can't fall asleep until 4am like last night and so I sleep in instead of getting up early and doing something productive.

Oh yeah, If you read this!! PLEASE! Comment with your favourite Beatles song!

It would totally help me times like 1 million. I'm writing a paper about the Beatles and how their music influenced culture and music, and I have to make a CD to accompany the essay, so I want one track to be like "people's chioce" So yeah.... DO IT!!!

PS. Watch the men's event at the world skating championships! The Swiss leader is HOT LIKE THE SUN! AND he skated to the DOORS!!! and he wore lime green.... Can you go wrong!? Shit no! Plus Canada has a chance to medal...

This, That and a Bag of Lettuce

Hello loyal readers!
Hell- who am I kidding.. Whaddup to the 4 people who might read this thing eh? Make yourselves heard. Comments don't hurt or cost anything... dooo it.

The big news of late for me is of course my acceptance to DAL. Yeah wooot! I gotter done. And now to get done the rest of this school year. It strikes me that it is March and woah, I am running out of money, ambition and health. I always hate this final push because you are so freaking close, yet you've been given'er for 7 months already, and you're tired. You're damn tired as a matter of fact. And of course, money and health runs out too. Is there a correlation? Who knew that eating KD and salad from a bag isn't so health as it may seem. At least in res there was all kinds of healthy food to ignore. I feel kinda lame eating cereal for supper these days since I do have the means to cook something. I do know one thing- if i have to eat another burnt stirfry i might just ralph.

And speaking of food, my mom sent me a care package(!!!!!)
Crackers, cheese, bread, CAKE, popcorn and peppermints. Yes. Rock on mom. My mom loves me more than your mom loves you. Have doubts? Ask yuorself when the last time was YOUR mom sent you cake....

And so if it were no blatantly obvious already, I am not the next martha stewart. Did you know there is actually a place on the internet that tells you how to do laundry? Yeah, I read it ok? Its not that I don't know how, its just that lately the washing machiene and I haven't exactly been on good terms. I say, "wash my clothes" and it says "FU MEL!" and proceeds to spew its contents on the floor, or produce double suds that force me to do a whole new wash cycle just to get rid of them. Its a tough life. I swear it.

I have also been in a huge musicl rut lately. I am now up to almost 7 days worth of music on my computer alone, plus the 100+ CD's that I have. Except I don't want to listen to ANY of it. So like, WTF? I feel like I've sort of exhausted my possibilities. I've done the classic rock thing, I've done the 90's thing, I'm done the "the" bands thing, I continue to detest the 80's save for U2, the police and I'm sure a few others that I am neglecting in my haste. But yeah, its like 5000 songs and nothing to listen to.

Tomorrow night I am going to see "Be Cool" it seems like it should be pretty... cool. And sober. which is the main point. Because lets face it, I've been no stranger to the bottle as of late, and this month has some major drinking days in it (st. patty's day, evan's birthday, cheap monday night drinking.. etc) so i don't want to drink up the budget before the first week of the month is even over.

School is.. school. I am determined to get an A in something. As an overall mark, not just on an assignment. I feel like it's totally in reach for more than just a few classes, but will I do it? Or will I cop out and retreat to my loft in favour of the company of my televsion? Sweet sweet satellite TV I will miss you...

Anyway, the dishes call my name, the history essay mocks me and I am wishing it was May.