| Craig ate three sausages. |
[Dec. 15th, 2007: :09:36 pm] |
As previously mentioned, I love Ashley Gagné. Perhaps nobody quite grasps the idea of how much, but the picture following this paragraph will cement your love for her as well. You will learn, via this photograph, why it is so easy to love little Ashl even though she's short and encourages intoxication. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you probably the most amazing Christmas gift I've ever received in all of its blurry glory:
That's right. My t-shirt says "I (moustache) Sal Fasano". For those of you who lack knowledge of the legend that is Sal Fasano, I encourage you to Google image search the guy. Don't just Google him. You need to image search that shit so you fully understand. This t-shirt, this beautiful specimen of friendship and recollection of conversations about baseball is a prime example of what makes me happy in life. I'm probably going to wear this t-shirt for the rest of my life. That's not even an exaggeration.
In addition to this, Ashley and Sean are planning on visiting Andy and I over our break at some point and I couldn't be more excited. Port Colborne sucks, yes, but having some Brampton blood up in the hizzouse should be fun. I nominate a trip to the Merchant Ale House for some Taps. Puh-leeeeeeeeease! Kthx! |
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| So long, sweet Summer |
[Sep. 16th, 2007: :11:05 am] |
It's cold. It's very cold. Going for a walk around 10pm last night was proof of this. Normally I wouldn't just be walking around at 10pm in Rexdale, but I feel that I've made a few bad decisions lately, and I crave any guidance in figuring things out. Walking around in the most unsafe place outside of Haiti after the sun has gone down is not a smart choice, but I can't stand being couped up in this place much anymore. I digress. Too many people are trying to push their way into my life and too many people whom I love dearly are trying to break out. I hate this. This change makes me sick. I am physically ill due to constant worry, stress, inabilities, failure, inadequacy, everything.
Thankfully, I'm going home on Friday for the weekend. I've the doctor's appointment on Friday, dinner with Laura at her new house on Saturday, and birthday present giving for little brother Colin on Sunday. Sunday I head back to Stressville which I'm the least excited for.
This week brings shopping with Ryan, dinner with the girls at Greenjeans (maaaybe), visiting Dave (a friend I met through Brock), and perhaps some chill-time with Jeffrey, if he behaves, which he does not.
I think I miss you most on Wednesday's and Saturday's. Only 296 days until Summer.
Edit:
CBC Radio 3 has started streaming online! This makes me a happy little girl. |
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| He said I love you to my face. |
[Sep. 10th, 2007: :12:38 pm] |
It's only the first day of the second week of school and I've experienced my first panic attack of the year. Last year, it took me until late in the first semester to have my first panic attack. They usually start with crying as soon as I awake, then as I try to get ready for class, my chest gets tight and I can't breathe and the crying gets worse. This morning wasn't as bad as it could get, but it was still pretty bad. Needless to say, I missed my first radio lab course which, ironically, is taught by the professor that failed me in first semester news last year. I went to the school and waited for the class to be done before I went to talk to him, shaking like a leaf and holding Niagara Falls in my tear ducts. The professor seemed pretty understanding, which is nice, and I'm going to kick the hell out of the assignment to show my commitment to this Goddamn establishment, course, and my impending career.
Speaking of which, as far as my mind is made up now, I'm staying over the Summer for another semester. I wish to not disclose the reason behind this, but I will say that there are quite a few people upset at the reason and are thinking about going to the Dean on my behalf, to which I say thanks guys, but this is my screw up and I need to deal with the consequences. Subsequently, I will not be on Radio Humber this semester. I should be on-air next semester as well as throughout the Summer months. Tune in every now and then. You will realize soon thereafter how I was put on this planet to be in radio.
Laundry. I can finally do laundry after living here for three weeks.
Decor. Sarah, my roommate, and I decided we need to decorate the place. It's plain.
Weight. I've lost more weight and as opposed to being enthralled, I'm unhealthy.
Lunch. Ryan and I have a lunch date tomorrow and I am, in fact, excited.
Talking. Wednesday after his on-air shift. Good luck!
Tattoo. Wait until you see the piece I'm getting.
Jays. The 16th and the 28th! STOKED.
Saturday was fun. Radio people always have a blast when they party together, and Saturday was that night. I had a good time, which is a refreshing change from weeks past! That is, by the way, half a litre of Malibu coconut rum and half a litre of Minute Maid orange juice. Shortly after this photograph was snapped, the bottle was taken away from me. Cheese! |
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| Does Jerry Chomyn have to smack a biatch!? |
[Mar. 30th, 2007: :01:54 pm] |
Here is your headline of the day, sorry I missed yesterday:
"Jail shower shows adult booked as a man in rape case is a woman"
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Crappy days are so... crappy. It usually starts with being tired and I am completely exhausted as of late. Lastnight was a horrible night of sleep. I was worried, scared, upset, and left feeling last on the list. Furthermore I kept waking up periodically during the night which almost always results in me having some sort of dream where I wake up the next morning wanting to cry.
Lastnight I had a dream that my Dad was dressed up in an alien suit, like the aliens in Independence Day, and literally kicked my little brother to death. Then for some reason, my Mom showed up in a red double-decker bus and I had to tell her that Colin was dead. When I told her, all she did was take a drag of her cigarette and flick the excess ash off the end. In my dream I also received some mail: one piece was from someone named Branilea, the other was from my high school, and the other was addressed to my older brother, Shaun, from my Mom. Also, in my dream, Shaun said he was "on his way" but never showed up. As soon as I woke up I wrote it down in my book as that is my new routine: when I have a dream I will write it down as soon as I wake up. This way I won't forget details and I can go back over them and try to find common pieces to fit together. My Mom seems to be a recurring person as well as the death of my brothers. That one scares me the most. It makes me miss my brothers. And my kitter.
I am currently wondering how to go about getting a phone interview with Jeanne Beker. Did you know she was born in 1952?! She doesn't look a day older than 40, if you ask me! Anyway, I got an assignment for my News class to conduct a telephone interview about something relating to Spring time. Of course, me being me, I decided upon Spring Fashion and who else would know more about Spring Fashion than Jeanne (fucking) Beker! We shall see, my friends, and if it does work out I will post it here for all to hear!
The radio advertisements for Telus Chocolate Phones are so stupid. I want to go and see Smashing Pumpkins. Andrew and I are going to see Joel Plaskett (fingers crossed). I'm going home in 9 days. Tomorrow is going to be awesome. Tonight is going to suck hardcore. My hands are cold. Being sleepy sucks. I miss being number one. |
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