Sweeps week continued in Church this morning. The minister made a comment/plea for the 'oncers and twicers' in attendance to come again. As I sat in my highly uncomfortable chair, the ones reserved for the tardy, I waited for some comment about lifers. It never came.

Self-censorship continues.

When you want to say something about a friend you just say what happened and no one really know which friend it was for sure. If you want to talk about a family member you have no choice but reveal the identity or not saying anything at all. The closest thing you could do is say a family member or replace it when a nice little anecdote about a friend, but it's too late for that now isn't it?

Leading cause of Brad not sleeping: Let's Go! Western Europe. The pesky side effect should fade upon completion of book or departure for trip, which ever comes first.

I've been corrected, it's not the Lonely Prince it's the Little Prince.

My imagination can occasionally run away from me. On my walk home a Fire Truck went by with it's piercing siren. It temporarily made me think about how much it would suck if it were my house that was on fire. Everything I own is basically in my little 8' x 10' room and would be impossible to replace. I would lose many things I care about. Then I became interested in whether or not I would still have to write finals. Yes I would have to write, the only way to not write is death. Damn school. Then I snapped out of it.

I love the way the mind works, sometimes it sends you on a little controlled trip when you are doing a boring task.

Today we were talking about which cartoons we watched when we were young. We were discussing Strawberry Shortcake when my friend turned to me and did the like song The Peculiar Purple Pie man from Porcupine Peak, Ra-ta-ta ta-ta-ta-taa. We thought it was the funniest thing ever and I still can't seem to get it out of my head.



When you are less than 5 years old there is no accounting for taste, here are few of the cartoons I remember watching.

Transformers

Gobots

Thundercats

Fables of the Green Forest

Jeremy the Bear

Strawberry Shortcake with my sister.

Lonely Prince - All I can remember from it was that the prince lived on a really small planet with a rose that was under glass.

Excitement is a natural stimulant, it kept me up for an extra hour and half of tossing and turning as a tried to lull myself to sleep. I was thinking of the exciting places I will be going, all the people I want to meet and how little time I am going to have to do it all. I was also thinking of how today I would slide a shiny piece of plastic over the counter to seal the deal with the travel agency and secure my place on a flight to London and a flight home from Madrid.



With ticket in hand, my biggest problem now is deciding where to go. It's a difficult choice because of limited time, so I nixed off countries that weren't convenient. My tentative list is England, (Ireland?), France, Belgium, Netherlands, Germany, Austria, Italy, (Monaco?) and Spain.

Beware the hunter in this little game...

I am really hating MSN right now. They have had minor difficulties for over a week and am not telling me anything about it or when it will be fixed. The real pisser is that there is no (easy) place to bitch at them. How convenient for them.

This last weekend was great. It wasn't anything too special depending on your point of view. We stayed in on Friday and went out on Sunday, but I had the opportunity to see some different sides of people and connect with them in ways I haven't in a while. It's nice to chat and know that others feel the exact same way that you do.

Anti-Racism Day was yesterday, did you remember?

I think we are becoming over sensitive to our approach of race sometimes. I know I am, and I think my generation is tiptoeing around the subject too much. Today I was talking with a friend (who is Asian, not that it really matters) and he was describing someone as white. A look of panic flashed in his eyes as he took it back quickly and replaced it with the more politically correct caucasian. I was stunned at first but made fun of him for hurting my people. It was weird that he had changed his words, I didn't really think it was necessary.

Are we at the point where we can't even say white, black or brown? Why does it need to be replaced with formal politically correct words? Why so many rules? How is that a description of skin colour became a derogatory term?

I should have known something horrible was going to happen with Word. The sign was there, every time I typed delivery is came out devilry and no matter how many times I tried to fix the spelling it wold revert back to it’s evil self.

I've had the same recurring dream for years. It started when I went to University and although they are not identical they always have the same basic plot. I'm back home I realize that I never quit my job at Canadian Tire before I left for University They were still scheduling me in on Friday nights and Saturdays. I knew that I had to work and sometimes I would show up late all disheveled and other times I wouldn't go all because I forgot or had something better to do. The dreams always seem so real and I do all the things I used to do in Hardware, mix paint, make keys and chat with the other employees.

The one thing I never understood in the dream is why I was never fired for all the times I hadn't show up or been late.There was never even a mention of it from management. Isn't it logical that you fire irresponsible workers and keep the good ones. Why would they be stupid enough to keep me on? Why was I so stupid as not to quit when I left? And why oh why can I still remember product numbers?

Some more cancon, it appears that Rob is wearing a CBC T-shirt in today's Get Fuzzy.

Some women really find foreign accents sexy. They just about drop when sweet nothings are whispered in their ears in an English accent. They sometimes even swoon at the idea of it all. Is it the individual accent that makes them swoon or the fact that it is something different from the ordinary? I was hoping it was the difference, but upon reflection I am certain that women don't go to local middle-eastern owned stores to hear their owner's accents. This makes the former hypothesis the more probable one, and leaves me with one last question.



Will my Canadian accent drive European women crazy?

God and Devil.

Good and Evil.



I'm not sure why I never noticed the connection before. Which came first? Is one the derivative of the other or is it all just a coincidence?

How do you say sorry?

I read that Canadians say sore-y, and being Canadian that sounds right to me. The only other way I could think of was sar-y, is that the correct enunciation? (The funny thing is that you are probably saying sorry to yourself in many different ways and anyone within the immediate vicinity thinks there is something seriously wrong with you)

As my excitement level grows so do my doodles.

What does the music you listen to say about you? Some people only listen to rock or pop or country or house or [insert genre here]. If you listen to many different genres does that make you a more tolerant person, a person who experiences a range of emotions, a flexible person or a person who experiments? If you listen to one specific type without any deviation does that make you single minded or emotionally stunted?

If I've learned anything in my short life it's that anticipation is a key ingredient to the success of many events. Without it honey wouldn't taste as sweet and that is why I am going to be writing about my trip even though it is 2 months in advance.



I able to successfully check off the first item on my list, my passport. I thought it would be a painful process because of bad ID pictures, trips to government offices on cold rainy days and a 4 week waiting period. I had it in less than two weeks and is a concrete sign that this trip is going to happen.

A good trip has to start some where. It can be a whim, a desire that you want to bring to life, a place you want to go, an opportunity to reflect on your life, or symbolic of some momentous occasion that you are about to embark on or just plain fun. I'm not sure what my trip is mainly going to be except that I hope it has it all.



I'll have completed by undergrad at UW in less than 2 months and to celebrate it I am going to go on a trip. A grand trip, the kind that you write about and later on you will remember it just as vividly as it had been when you were there. You'll be able to remember the contours of all the faces, the motion of the train, the smell of the air, and the feeling of excitement as you embark on a new adventure.



I'm going to Europe in the time between my last exam and the pomp and circumstance of convocation. It will be awesome, and I'll try to preserve my experience here for you but mostly for me so years from now I can relive it when I am old and can no longer go to far off places.

Not only do my web stats give me information they also answer my questions. This weekend I was watching Trading Spaces and I thought to myself 'are they lesbians?' and now I think they are because someone was looking for 'lesbians on trading spaces'.



side note: The spellchecker thinks lesbian is correct, but not lesbians. Maybe it thinks there is only one in the world.

Just taking time to regenerate.

Not much really happening except school, homework, meetings, weavers and rumours of suicide on campus (unfortunately everything I have heard is coming true).

Mila + John.

There it was scrawled in the top of the wooden table where we were sitting. Nothing to hide it, it was out there to be seen. There for every patron to gawk at and trace with their finger. Management had not made any attempts to hide or discourage it. No janitor had cursed it during its removal or wished its disappearance. Perhaps it is "the" public display of affection (PDA).

After seeing it, my mind kept drifting back to it all night with many questions. Who is Mila? Who is John? Who etched it in the table? Did he do it while she watched or vice versa? Are they still together or was it over before/after/during the etching of it in the table. Do they come back and visit their table? Is it love? I hope so, if not the world is covered with broken promises.

More big city fun last night, nothing too outrageous. It was a cultural experience as we listened to 3 writers read short stories or excerpts from them. Each writer had a different theme and presentation as they tried to convey their thoughts to the audience. It was good to listen in the dark bar as visualizations formed in our heads and memories were triggered by the action of the stories.

It awoke my imagination and a challenge was given to me, The New Quarterly who hosted the event and publishes Canadian works wants to put together a collection of stories that each have the same title Bad Men who Love Jesus. (the site is really out of date but it may be updated with the new info by the time you write your story)

This funny little comic tries to make some parallels between Steve Jobs and Jesus. Both use their powers to save us, one from Bill Gates and the other from the Devil (arguably Bill Gates in some circles)

This song is stuck in my head, will it stick to yours? (it's in the nav bar for a limited time, how long or short that it is I can't say)



Sense Field - Save Yourself



turn out the light

just say goodnight, to yourself

may I remind you

when you find you, you're all alone is when you've got to be strong

cause that's when they call you, in the night

he's got your picture in his mind

he's got your number on a paper at his disposal anytime



is it really true

could you save yourself for someone who, loves you for you

so many times we just give it away, to someone who

someone who you

met in bar

the back of a car

and for a moment you felt important but not in your heart

my self esteem, it's been low, go ahead and count it's been lower than low

i know the feeling of it stealing life out from under me

i want to learn, how you save yourself for someone who, loves you for you

so many times we just give it away to someone who, couldn't even remember your name

could you save yourself for someone who, loves you for you, loves me for me

give it away to someone who someone who will cherish your name



cause I want to learn, can you save yourself for

someone who will love you for you so many times we

just give it away, someone who, couldn't even remember your name

you save yourself for someone who, loves you for you,

loves me for me

give it away to someone who, someone who will

cherish your name

cherish your name

Cheryl N Me - laugh out loud funny commercial, thanks for pointing it out