living in the states has given me smthg:
its made me EXTREMELY patriotic.

so HAPPY BIRTHDAY CANADA

in celebration, here are a few of my favorite molson ads:

and.... THE ad .

the one that every cdn has, at one time or another, memorized and fist-raised-fervour-eyed-drunkenly recited while clutching a molson.

dawn has yet to occur and my day's potential is already satisfied.

ive discovered and dwnlded 7 songs. (9 if only 2 werent so elusive)
pat myself on the back and.....
im going to sleep smug and self content. (that, and i got to talk to chris tonight where we thoughtfully discussed the best way to die. C02 cos its painless for her, and cyanide capsule cos its oh-so-glamourously spy/ninja-like for me)

awesome.

happy chinese new years!!!

aka. the day where all the chinese women you know inexplicably gain 10lbs from the eating of unhealthy quantities of dumplings, deep fried gooey sweet stuff, crispy duck wraps and that shit that looks (and tastes) like thinning hair. That is if, of course, they didnt choke on a coin during their first round of dumplings.

so for those who did NOT die via a quarter in the trachea this wkend:
happy chinese new year!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

ps. i learned how to play mahjong!! and it seems to me that this would be one of those games that would be better played w/ a drink in one's hand..

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<[SA]HatfulOfHollow> i'm going to become rich and famous after i invent a device that allows you to stab people in the face over the internet

this is THE quote.
love at first read, it was right then and there that i knew that bash.org and i were made for each other. sick, violent, depraved humour... its like it saw straight through to my heart. so, for making me laugh for 2 years and counting, heres to you http://bash.org.
may you never grow up or become politically correct.

im on the master cleanse.

all previous attempts do not count as i cheated profusely within mere hours of starting.

we'll see how long i make it this time before succumbing to the smell of potstickers and hotpot.
omg... i want to run downstairs and just start shoving them im my face with both hands. nothing makes u want smthg more than being told that you cant have it.

i got straight A's in all 4 of my classes (5 if u count this stupidly easy one i had to take. but im not).

im blogging about this because, this is a milestone for me, educationally, in a path that has been previously littered w/ unfinished papers, unattended classes, and a multitude of sighs from all my teachers as they watch my marks inevitably slide into nothingness as the term progresses.

so. yah me.

k, i was reading one of those questionaire things that a friend has posted and filled out, cos if its interesting enough, then id consider filling it out too.
this one was not interesting, 'cept for this question:

If you were put in a room with nothing except for a pencil and paper, what would you do?

upon which i immediately thought:
write " i look like im sleeping but im really dead " on the paper, tape it to my forehead (unless theres no tape, then id just prop it against me), and go to sleep.

a moment of self reflection occurred right about then.
and then i realized that that's an odd response.

apparently ive decided the latter.

1: lonngg homework assignment, which involves me traipsing all over the NASA website looking for answers like its a game of informational hide and seek.
3: final exams (2 of which are ,horrendeously, cumulative), upon which the goal of my getting at least a 3.5 gpa, and perhaps a much needed scholarship, is hinged.
10: planets and moons i need to pretend i give a shit about.
800: years worth of western history i need to get myself aquainted with. 
all due/taking place early nxt wk.

and what do i find myself doing as the first act of the weekend? catching up w/ friends? no. drinking? no. studying? pff.. lol.. no.

i am standing over a hair filled sink in the bathroom because ive had yet another one of my scissor itching moments, horrified by the initial outcome of once again giving in to such impulses.

i dont think i should be allowed near scissors.