It's that feeling that someone
Is standing behind me
And I turn around and there's no one there
And it's the sensation
That someone just whispered
Yeah and I still hear your voice but you're not really here
Your memory is like a ghost
And my heart is it's host

I can still feel you just as close as skin
Every now and then
All by myself, in a crowded room, or my empty bed
There's a place you've touched
With your love no one gets close to
I can still feel you, I can still feel you, I can still feel you, I can still feel you

You said you'd love me forever
Then you said it's over
And left me without the missing link
I thought I'd forget you
But I guess I forgot to
And lately I've been too confused to think
When I reach for someone new
It's like I'm touching you

I can still feel you just as close as skin
Every now and then
All by myself, in a crowded room, or my empty bed
There's a place you've touched
With your love no one gets close to
I can still feel you, I can still feel you, I can still feel you, I can still feel you

In everything that moves
In everything I do

I can still feel you just as close as skin
Every now and then
All by myself, in a crowded room, or my empty bed
There's a place you've touched
With your love no one gets close to
I can still feel you, I can still feel you, I can still feel you, I can still feel you
Oh I can still feel you
Collin Raye "I Can Still Feel You"

yea, that just about sums up, well, me right about now. and we all know who i'm talking about. (i'm sorta hoping that he's not reading this actually... i don't think he is though because he doesn't read my blog. i gave him the address too late for him to much care anymore i think. but that's ok. i really do miss him.

my head hurts. i think it is a direct result of having stuck too many quarters and other loose change to my forehead. you see, last night (curtosy of Ms. C) i discovered that i have a magnetic head, or forehead, or brain, or something, but at any rate i can stick metal objects to my face, as low as the tops of my cheeks, and it doesn't fall off. not even if i jump around like an idiot and spin and twirl and such. i stuck a metal hair clip to my forehead this morning... at any rate, i think i have disturbed my inner magnetism a little too much and have a headache because of it. perhaps i will stay away from quarters for a while and go with pennies... everyone is always raving about copper bracelets.... maybe it's nearly the same thing. maybe. possibly. probably not... oh well. then i can walk around with a penny stuck to my face anyway.... makes for a good conversation starter.. or probably not actually come to think of it.... oh well.

once again it is a smorgasborg of ranting. i'm going to have to start wearing a bell. so that if i get lost, and forget where i am, someone will be able to come and find me. my memory. oooooooh my goodness! it's so horrible! i'm surprised i haven't forgotten my name, or how to tie my shoes, or my address or something. yikes. the other day, my mum wanted me to put a box full of bell bootes into the garage so that they wouldn't get rained on. bell bootes are little horse booties in case you were wondering. anyway, so my mum tells me to put the milk crate that they're in, into the garage right? well, 2 minutes later, i go outside to leave for school, and completely forget about them. it not even as if when i was almost out of my driveway i remembered about them, they were absolutely and completely wiped from my mind. i didn't even think about them at all until at least 3 or 4 days later when i saw a pair of boots in the laundry room and then remembered about the bell boots.

and now for a bit of Erin advice. when you are putting toothpaste on your toothbrush... LOOK AWAY FROM THE PASTE!!!!!! IT BURNS!!!!!!!! i was brushing my teeth one night and i put the toothpaste on my toothbrush and one of the bristles caught in the mouth of the tube and when i continued to pull the toothbrush under the tube (as one normally does in order to get toothpaste on their toothbrush) the bristle snapped back into place and promptly flung a small amout of toothpaste directly into my eye. oh man that hurts! this makes shampoo seem like babystuff! yowza! i may have to start wearing goggles when i brush my teeth....

you already know how i lost my retainer one night somewhere in my room. i think it's probably somewhere in my bed, but i can't seem to find it. and then the other night i nearly lost a highlighter in there. i did find it, but for a while i thought it was going to join whatever place my retainer has gone. it may be because i sleep in a sort of nest, at least most days i do. at the moment it's really quite neat and tidy, so there is absolutely no reason for things to continue to be lost in there. as of this day, i haven't lost any people in there, which is always a good thing. that would be just a little scary..

i can almost remember taking my retainer out, but i'm not sure if what i remember was real, or if it was a dream. because in it i took out my retainer and put it on the little table beside my bed (i think). which would lead you to believe that my retainer is sitting on that table. but no it isn't. not so much so. i'll have to check behind it... haven't done that yet... hmmmmm. i'm a little worried as to the condition that i'll find it in and then having to put it back into my mouth after two weeks of sitting there..... ewwwww.... maybe i will just get a new one even if i do find it...

i've had to put more blankets on my bed. it's really quite a sad thing to have to put more blankets on your bed. it means that winter is coming. now some of you who live in houses that have half decent insulation won't know this phenomenon of having to put several extra pounds of blankets onto your bed in order to keep from loosing toes due to frostbite, but you see... sometimes i wonder if my house has any insulation in it at all!! on really cold nights (and even some that aren't so freezing) if you were to hold something against the outer walls of my room, you could freeze it. i'm sure you could. i haven't ever tried myself, but i don't doubt for a second that you could at least get ice crystals in the thing. it's quite a shock to be all nice and cozy warm in your bed and then to have an arm or a leg touch one of the walls. now THAT wakes you up in a hurry!

now sometimes i think that i should wait until it gets to be the absolute coldest it will ever get, and THEN put all my extra blankets on, because that way, rather than getting a little chilly and putting extra blankets on and being warm for a little while and then getting cold again and having to repeat the process and ending up sleeping under 17 pounds of blankets.. you could just steadily get colder and colder and colder, and then when it can't get any worse, you put the blankets on and TADA! warmth. unless of course you had to put 17 pounds of blankets on at that point.. then it would make no different. but i imagine that you would adapt somewhat and so maybe only 10 pounds would be needed.

although i must admit, having enough blankets on my bed so that i don't have to sleep with socks on is quite lovely. i hate socks. at any time of the day or night. i used to hate slippers too, but there is just not enough blood flowing in my feet to keep them warm without them. so i've gotten used to slippers. plus they are my fuzzy, blue monster feet slippers. which are great.

my mum has just informed me of a humassive wasp's nest underneath the balcony on the garage. at least now we know where all of the ones that stung her were coming from! she got stung something like 8 times this summer or something. they like her. something about her, cause they never bothered me. occasionally they will buzz madly about my head, but nothing more than that. which is nice. perhaps they all fell badly for how badly i was stung by a HUGE queen wasp when i was 8. i tell ya. at least 40 bites on my back. not fun!

i think if Hali is late getting to church too many more times i may just snap! she's sooooooo slow! it's a wonder she ever gets to the bus on time for school. EVER!. oy. and her reasoning for being so catatonically slow is that for school you have to get there on time otherwise you get in trouble, but for church it doesn't matter if you're late or not. some good reasoning that is! apparantly she has not realized that it's very rude to constantly arrive late somewhere. fashionable lateness or not! oooooh it drives me so mad. she gets it from my mum i think. because my mum is usually late to most things. i on the otherhand am hardly ever late because i HATE to be late to things. unless it's a party... in which case i'd almost rather not go at all almost. i'm just not a party person. and i think i've broken some sort of statistic.. i've been in uni for 2 months and i haven't gone to a single party, inside or outside of uni. i almost went to one of my friend's from Springbank, because he was back in town (he's going to u of a) but i lost the directions to his house and so i never made it.

i still want to write a book. but i have no idea what to write about. i'm actually contemplating doing a cookbook. now i know that sounds silly, but this would be for other diabetics and i would calculate all the carbs in everything i put in there so that people would know and TADA! i'd even put in a recipe for my chip dip! although, i'd have to sit there and try to measure everything out seeing as i never do so i have no idea how much of anything goes into that. but oh well. maybe i can just live off the royalties of that... cookbook royalties.. hahahaha.... i love it! :>

"Having next to no discernible fashion sence makes choosing clothes in the morning easy." -Erin

oh dear. it sounds as if Hali is having a nervous breakdown of her own at the moment... although.. she has them more often than not.. i think they are not true mental breakdowns.... just pms.... or something. pre pms.... never ending pre pms... she's kind of scary to be around most of the time actually. like tonight. she went raving around the house biting heads off in every which direction and tearing the house apart looking for red construction paper. she was absolutely positive that our cardboard paper deficit house had some somewhere.

i hate mental breakdowns. i have now had two. oh joy. and i hate them for 2 reasons. one being, of course, that when you are suffering through one, you really ARE suffering. you cry and you hyperventilate and nothing ever works out and then you end up breathing into an envelope (we were fresh out of paper bags) with your eyes so swollen from crying that you look as if you have michelin man-itis localized to your eyelids only. and two being, that afterwards when you have regained your sanity (however small amount of it you had to start out with) you feel so stupid about the whole thing because you realize that it really wasn't that bad at all and that you were acting like an idiot and everyone else knew it. that's what i hate most. feeling so very embarassed to be such a wuss that you broke down over a stupid homework question. and so if any of you ever have to see me suffer through one of my episodes (great... i've already had enough for them to qualify as episodes.. or spells..) then just please pat me on the back and don't think me an idiot, because i can't help it.

i need something to do. i didn't bring my book with me today because i don't have any breaks today and so i figured that i wouldn't need it. here is some advice. if you like reading, and you have a book that is good, BRING IT WITH YOU WHEREVER YOU GO BECAUSE EVERY TIME YOU THINK YOU WILL NOT READ IT AND LEAVE IT AT HOME YOU END UP WISHING THAT YOU HAD IT WITH YOU! very annoying. so here i am sitting in the library, it's 4:25 and i have to wait until 5:15 for the info meeting on undergraduate exchanges (particularly those across the Atlantic, which is exactly what i want to do) to start. and i also... hmm.. the phone rang and now that this thought was thought more than 3 minutes ago... i have forgotten it. oh dear. BRING ON THE GINSING!!! or whatever it is that helps your memeory. see?! i can't even remember THAT! terrible. simply terrible.

now whoever reads this, leave me a comment and tell me which name you like best. there are two scenarios. either the girl is going to be Russian, or she is going to be Celtic.

Lillianne
Lillianna
Thana (pronounced tonn-ah)
Emiliana

or if you have any suggestions feel free to let me know. if the book evolves properly and i get paid for it, i may buy you a puppy. if it is a smashing failure... i expect you to buy me a car to make up for my dissapointment. :>

people who say chillax, should just shut up and bequiet. or at least move farther away from me when they start talking about chillaxing. ALSO, calling a pot smoking stint a sesh (sech... ) IS ALSO STUPID AND SOUNDS STUPID AND WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO SMOKE POT ANYWAY?! stupid.

my garage door broke this afternoon. and i don't mean in a nice sort of broken way. a nice sort of way where people stand around and mildly say, "oh this can be fixed". no this was more of an open mouthed blank stare of utter and complete uncomprehension and when the realization of what had happened finally dawned, it was then one very loud, very agonized "OH PISS!!!!!!!!!". you see, my garage door is something of an engineering dream. the top part of the door runs along a track and then on each side there is a metal cable that runs up to the ceiling where they are each attatched to a pulley and then go from there and attatch to a big muffler shaped metal container which is filled with very large rocks. this balances out the door so that when you are opening and/or closing it it doesn't come crashing down on you, it will actually just sit still when it is halfway up (or down if you are pessimistic about the whole operation). unfortunately for me one of the cables snapped (although luckily for me it didn't lash out and take off my head) and so now the garage door is hanging at a very drunken angle with the one end rather ground into the floor of the garage. while the rest of the door's weight is being supported by the other ONE cable. i'm rather worried that the other cable is also going to break and kill something along with it this time. i hate having to fix that door. the last time was when Cathy the crazy artist lady still lived with us and i have no idea how she did this, but one of the cables simply popped off the pulley rather than snapping entirely. so my mum and i had to lift the door and then propped it up with a humassive 4x4 and then i had to hold up the great big muffler thingy with all the rocks while my mum put the cable back onto the pulley track while making sure that it didn't come down on her fingers and take them clean off. this door of mine weighs about 400 pounds by the way.... very scary to think about having to lift it AGAIN... oh dear. anyway, when we were almost done the 4x4 fell on my ankle and took a lovely chunk of skin along with it. very fun. i am NOT looking forward to this process again. only now we have to go out and find another cable that will work. oh dear. but i suppose as long as the whole door stays somewhat vertical then it's not so bad. i really, REALLY don't want to have to lift 400 pounds worth of garage door if it's lying flat on the ground. we'd never get it back up there. oh my. at least my car wasn't IN the garage when this happened... now THAT would have been annoying.. i would have had to do something creative involving moving the cupboard in the middle and somehow maneuvering myself into my mum's half of the garage and getting out that way. at least me car is super short, so i imagine it might have been possible. still very glad that i will never have to find out. hopefully at least. this is one very vindictive garage door we are dealing with.

rats. the entire u of c website it would appear is not working today. or my internet it being selectively pissy. either way i can't check with my lab instructor if i'm doing things right of if i am just a demented dingbat. or rather, a demented dingbat who is doing things right..

NEVER UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES CHEW CINNAMON GUM FOR TOO LONG!!!!!!! owee. it hurts. my tongue is rather severely burnt now. pain! and lots of it! owowowowowow. and i'm all alone in the house. which is sad. but i'vemade it better by absolutely BLASTING rammstein in the big stereo in the living room! hahahahahaha. i love it! :>

i did no homework last night. it was quite nice. yay! although now i have to do it later. which sucks. oh well. i suppose that's what you get for avoiding another mental breakdown... procrastinated homework.

stupid memory.. i was going to say something... but i can't remember what. THIS IS SO ANNOYING!!!! Jen is having the same problems in Halifax. she can't seem to remember anything either. I LOST MY CAR KEYS TWICE IN THE LAST TWO DAYS!!!! well, the last three days.. but that's cause i didn't lose them yesterday. STILL! oy.

yay!!!!! Aaron and i are still getting married! we's gonna get hitched in vegas! oooooooh!

sorry cait... still no online ceremony...

AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGG!!!! people should ensure that whenever they are marking test papers..... they are NOT in a bad mood!!!!!!!!! or rather... whoever is marking MY exam should make sure that they aren't in a bad mood! you see.... i got my physics test back today...... oh dear. with several, SEVERAL exclamation marks! i got all of the multiple choice questions right.... but then 7/21 on the written. which to me doesn't make any sense at all. because if anything, you should get higher on the written because even if you don't get the right answer, you can still get part marks for the work. i think Martòn, the physchotic hungarian math guy marked my test.... that would certainly explain a lot.. i was in such a state that i went and bought two of the sugar free chocolate bars (dark chocolate and milk chocolate with mocca in the middle) AND a king sized kitkat. now i'm feeling slightly better, but still worried that i am going to flunk out uni. which at this point in time is looking like a very good possibility. unfortunately. because it is very hard to get enough money together to start your own business when you haven't been to uni. AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then how would i go to Scotland for my third year if i flunk now? hmmm. this is quite the predicament. although... if i were to have a complete mental breakdown... maybe they would send me to a mental hospital in Scotland.... now there's an idea! the only thing that is actually keeping me going at this point, well, there's two things i guess, is that the first year is always the hardest and that i get 4 months of summer vacation. and that's IT! a bit of a scary prospect that is...

i'm getting a webcam. i felt you all needed to know that. AND!..... i don't know. i'm not exactly the most interesting of people. in fact... i'm one of the more boring people i know. very sad. i do, on average, about 4 or 5 hours of homework every night. i'm sick of it! i really, really am. and i'd stop doing it, but then i'd fail even more miserably than i already am going to. oh boy. fun fun and hurrah.

siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

YAY FOR GERMAN ROCK!!!! hahahaha i love it! Rammstein. soooo good! :> and i even understand some words! yay!

i still haven't found my retainer (oops) and my elbow, the one i nearly murdered falling down the stairs is STILL not better! it is taking sooooo long to heal . stupid elbow.

i have my hair in pigtails today. hahahahaha... i feel like i'm very little again. granted i am very short.. but we're talking age wise here (although my inner child is 1...)

this particular blog has been building up for the last couple days due to the fact that i HAVE NO TIME! and so, i wrote everything down that i wanted to write about because otherwise i would forget it all. which brings me to my first point...

i have absolutely no short term memory anymore. AND I'M NOT EVEN OVER 40! sheesh. that's not until 2025. it's so terribly annoying. i can't remember anything anymore. i went to the bookstore today because i wanted to buy some more overhead sheets and markers and there was something else that i wanted to get, but wasn't sure they'd have. at any rate it doesn't matter if they have it or not because i can't remember what it was that i wanted to get. and i forget several times the things that i wanted to put in here. i think i've remembered them all though. very troublesome.

also, why oh WHY must u of c be a pepsi uni?! WHY?! there is no coke ANYWHERE! NO WHERE! or rather, there's ONE place on ALL of campus that has coke, but i don't know where it is. arg. if they get pepsi vanilla in diet then it might not be so bad. this is, of course, providing that pepsi vanilla doesn't taste terrible. which it may or may not. i'm not sure. i haven't tried it yet. although i did win a bag of doritos from my last bottle of pepsi... but i don't really like doritos... so it still doesn't make up for it not being coke.

and then the bouldering wall was closed on thursday when Melissa and i were gonna go climbing. something about them having a competition there or something. tragic. although i did get some reading done. (none of this being school related of course.... :>

and hali shrunk my pants. hali's usually the one who does laundry in this house (mainly because she gets paid to do it.. i would, but she always beats me to it. stupid hali.) and this one pair of pants that i have usually shrink just a little bit, all my pants do, but this time she somehow shrunk them more than normal and now they won't stretch back out so that they're long enough. horrible. i need new pants. problem is that i'm a picky pants person. no pants ever fit me. you'd think they'd make pants for people who are short, but noooooooooo.

my room is infested with bugs. i have no idea what kind of bugs, but they are there nonetheless (i love that word.... nonetheless... :> they're some sort of flying bug, although they are very lazy and never fly anywhere. the hardly even move. they'll only move if you try to pick them up and kill them. and then they only make a half effort at moving. anyway, they're all over. my room and my bathroom. but no where else. NO WHERE. just MY room and MY bathroom. sigh. i've given up killing each individual one. they only come back and then i waste kleenex. so i've just taken to flicking them very forcefully off of whatever they are on at the time. or washing them down the sink. hopefully i flick them hard enough to kill them. but you can never be sure with bug infestations. they just don't seem to die. ever.

and i lost my retainer. or rather the bottom retainer. i don't know where it went. i only have to wear them once a week, sunday night usually unless i forget, but sometime during the night i took the bottom one out and did who knows what with it, because when i woke up the next morning it wasn't in my mouth and i haven't been able to find it since. as long as Kobe didn't take it i think there might be a slim chance that it's still in my room, but if she's found it then it's probably in some secret stash that she has in some tunnel miles underground. i can almost remember taking it out actually. i think either i vaguely remember it, or i drempt it. but either one i didn't put the retainer very far away so i'm thinking odds are good that Kobe snitched it. or the bugs carried it off.. hmmm.. in that case i don't think i want it back..

and now on a bit of a cheerier note, YAY FOR CATHETERS!! no, that was not sarcastic. yes i know it's incredible... Erin not sarcastic.. wowee. at any rate i now have a little catheter in mein tummy so that rather than having to give myself about 40 needles a week, i now just have to give myself 1! or rather, my mum gives me one. cause now i just inject the insulin into the catheter instead of into me! quite a wonderful concept if you ask me. i may continue to inject my nighttime insulin into my arm instead of the catheter just because that way the two insulins don't mix and some insulin always sits in the catheter, so that way i wouldn't have to worry about giving myself a teeny bit of nighttime stuff in the morning and daytime stuff at night.

i also had a hemoglobin A1C done the other day (this is to see how well i've been taking care of myself) and the result came back as 6.0. for a normal person without diabetes, a normal reading is somewhere between 4 and 6.3 (i think.. i'm not sure about the 4, but i know for sure it's lower than 6.3) AND I'M LOWER THAN 6.3!!! YAY!!!!!!! :>

and i also got 13.5 on 15 in a math 221 quiz! double hurrah!!!! :> but i only get to keep 13/15 because the guy rounds down (because he's generous with marks unlike the other guy that marked the first quiz.... shudder. if he had marked mine i probably would have gotten something ridiculously low like 3/15. i'm worried... he's marking the next one....)

P.S. AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF,... THE FRIDGE SQUEEKS!!!!!!!!! muahahahahaha...... actually it doesn't... my brakes do though...

THE BATIKING HAS COMMENCED!!!!! YESSS!!!!!!!! i need a thinner paint brush. poo. but oh well, that's what you get for wanting lots of detail i suppose. i'm not sure if it's going to work right in one spot, because i started putting the wax on before it was hot enough, so i'm not sure if it's gone all the way through. i may try and scrape it off, or i'll just wax the back too and then hope for the best. hopefully it'll love lovely and i won't have to do it again. i'm going to have to figure out where to get actual batik dye. hmmmm. i have several (2) art students on the job as we speak. i'm also going to have to find somewhere that sells nice, plain t-shirts. the ones from michael's don't fit quite right and they're not the very bestest material. they'll stretch out and go funny after a while i think.

i only had one class today. it was so great. you see, my math 249 lab was cancelled so i only had to go to my math 221 lecture. very nice indeed. and because we didn't finish the entire chapter, I DON'T HAVE ANY HOMEWORK BECAUSE I FINISHED IT ALL ON THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!! oh yea! muahahhahahhahaha...... it's quite odd to not be doing homework... i feel as if i'm forgetting something and will find out tomorrow what a very terrible mistake i have made. i do have a german midterm tomorrow. hmmmm. fun. i think i'll be fine. i just have to remember all the different cases... nominative, accusative, dative, genitive. der die das die, den die das die, dem der den dem (i think), des der des der. YES!!!! and i know my alphabet, and i know my irregular verbs (essen=isst, fahren=fähr, sehen=seicht, sprechen=spricht) and congugating.. umm.... ich=e, du=et??, er, sie and es=t, hmm... we shall have to look at that one again i believe...

and i'm sure there was something else i was going to say....... oh well! there is always something i am going to say and i never remember. perhaps later on i write about it without even realizing that i have remember, being that i am too concerned with the newest thing that i have forgotten.

eine Tasse Kakao mit Sahne bitte!

BRUISES! I HAVE BRUISES EVERYWHERE! gak! i have one on my arm, 2 on my shins (and one on my knee that you can't see anymore but still hurts) and at least 4 on my stomach. i look like i have gotten carried away with a bingo dabber of sorts. and all of these bruises except for the ones on my legs are from STUPID NEEDLES! neurg. but at least i'm not my mother.... she bruises much, MUCH more easily than i do you see, and therefore, if i were her, i wouldn't even need to get a tan, because i'd be black all over anyway.

today has been a very rough and painful day. to start things off i fell down the stairs. usually when i fall down the stairs i can catch hold of the railing and only mildly hurt myself, but not today. today i missing grabbing the railing and instead my elbow decided to give it a try and so lost a good chunk of skin and i hurt my hand and my butt too. not so fun. and then after that i fell UP the stairs, which is actually possible. then i nearly fell off the chair i was standing on while i was trying to get a pie plate (PUMPKIN PIE!!) and then after that i nearly stabbed myself with an xacto knife because the blade was loose and so it slid out and hit my tummy. i'm slightly afraid to even try to start batiking tonight incase i set my entire body on fire or something.

i did manage to find everything i need despite Michael's lack of any sort of batik supplies whatsoever. very sad. i shall have to write them and tell them to get their butts in gear and get some batik supplies. for goodness sake. the only thing i don't entirely have is an electric skillet. i've got instead an electric griddle and a pot. which will work just as well, i hope. i think it should at any rate. and if not, then i will have to go and bum around some second hand stores and see if they have an electric skillet (i keep trying to call them skittles..) because new ones are EXPENSIVE! yikes. 60 bucks. gak.

oh my. it is nearly 9 and i have been sitting here since 7 not doing my homework. i must be off. ta!

mmmmmmmmm jamaican patties! so yummy! i worked a birthday party today and they had jamaican patties plus pizza and cake to eat and so they gave me some. so good. but so spicy. my mouth was just a little warm afterwards. those kids today were so bad! oh man. so bratty. at least i won't have to deal with them again. that's the nice thing about parties and rentals. you don't have to see them week after week after week after.. just once. ahhh yes. so very wonderful.

one of my dreads died. and i don't mean in a small, quiet sort of way, i mean it really croaked! and quickly too! this afternoon i suddenly became aware that one of the dreads in the front was nearly entirely unknotted! at least 3/4 of this thing you could comb through! and i don't know why it did that, it was just very suddenly straight! because it certainly wasn't like that last night! or this morning for that matter i think. very strange. someone cursed it i think. so i had to pretty much take out what part of it was still knotted and then re-do it, so now it's way shorter than it used to be seeing as all the hair just ripped instead of unknotting and it's also a newbie dread again. neurg. i hate newbie dreads. they're all soft and silly. so now i'm worried that the rest of them are going to follow suit and then i will have terrible and ruined hair which will be very very sad and i will cry i'm sure.

in other news, there is no other news. or rather, i suppose there is. i have (almost) gotten a new idea for a book, or at least, the first 30 pages of a book. it's not at all developed yet, but i have the very most basic of ideas as to how i want it to go. but other than that, not much. it will take some more pondering upon before i can start and perhaps i'll actually finish this one. that would be nice. then i can get it published and live off of the royalties and retire.

this morning i lost my marbles. and i'm not talking peter pan, toodles style. something happened that i thought was funny, i can't remember what now, even though it was only a few minutes ago..., but i laughed a little and said that it was a hoot. and then proceeded to walk around the house hooting. but not like an owl, more just like a silly Erin who is walking around her house making hooting noises. but you have the get the right intonation. it has to go up in pitch at the end. and then whilst i was hooting i discovered that i can almost make the raindroplet sound with my mouth. and so now, i still don't quite have it, but my cheek is definitely a little sore (because you, apparantly, have to flick your cheek to get the sound just right. ow. it hurts now. i think i should stop.

i also lost my arabians. :< i am gymnastics challenged at the moment. i had been learning back twisting (back flips with twists) but i lost those too. and now i can't do my arabian anymore. it's so frustrating and annoying. and ARG!

on the bright side we got a postcard advertising Quidam (WHICH IS COMING TO CALGARY!!!!!!!!!!!!) and my mum gave it to me so i'm going to go and put it in my room. it's great, it's got the scary boxing dude on the front. hehehehe. speaking of Quidam... i sure wish my good buddy would tape it for me.. AHEM! :> i think perhaps i shall have to get the mafia involved in this one. they have good persuasive skills when it comes to procrasitnating..

my knees have their own weather system. you've heard of old men who can predict when it's going to rain or snow because of their knees? well i'll now be able to do the same, except only for a very, very local area, i.e. just above my ankles and just below my hips.
i discovered this amazing phenomena when i was walking to the parkade after finishing my classes for the day and i was wearing jeans and so i was kinda hot, but my knees in particular were really hot. they were the kind of hot where it almost feels cold. anyway, so the rest of me is only slightly boiling and then my knees are roasting. hence, the own weather system. now i must determine if this only happens on exceptionally warm days or if it works on other days too. and also if their weather changes from time to time. hmmm.. maybe i am some sort of modern miracle. maybe they'll give me money for being such and i can retire.

arrrh.

yay! no more band-aid! you see, i did what i should have done in the first place and therefore skip the entire band-aid escapade. i crazy-glued my sliced up thumb back together. much more effective. or is it affective? i can never remember. effective i think. yes. effective. at any rate, now i can get my thumb wet again and not have it take 7 hours to dry. also now my thumb doesn't smell like bacon (there is something very funky with those band-aids...) AND now my thumb won't be all wrinkly and numb all the time PLUS the nasty, sticky stuff that gets stuck to your nails will finally start to go away. i hope. it's on there pretty good.

i have reached my mathmatical capacity for today i think. you know you're getting pretty close when 6+18 is starting to look difficult. not so good. not so good at all. i am however all caught up in math 249 and nearly in math 221. i still have some physics that i need to do, but at least the stuff for tomorrow is finished (thank goodness i did that on friday..) and chem i'm all caught up in and german i am, but i need to work on my verb list again. TRINKEN! muahahahahhaa.... that is my favourite german verb i think. yes. trinken.

and because i am a pirate, ich trinke rum! (but i don't like rum..)

i hate band-aids! they make your fingers all pruny and wrinkly and ugly and then you can't feel anything through your prinkly (pruny+wrinkly) dried up skin. bleugh.

i had a bit of a run in with a particularly nasty variety of chinese ginger beef container. (yes the container rather than the beef itself.) it was one of those that are made of tinfoil and have the cardboard tops. anyway, i was closing it, and it's one where the little edge of the tinfoil folds over top of the cardboard, anyway, so i'm running my thumb along it to close it all and then i look at my thumb and it has all these waxy little strips hanging off of it and i'm thinking, gross, what was on that tinfoil? but then i realized that those waxy strips were actually the skin from my thumb that had been all sliced to ribbons. cause turns out the tinfoil edge was folded over on itself, and so it had a bit of a sharp edge, but for whateve reason i couldn't feel it slicing into me. so now i have a HUMASSIVE bandaid on and it's so annoying because i can't do anything with my thumb anymore and it's annoying, but i suppose c'est la vie. neurg.


arrrrh.

I really need a faster computer. I’m on the one down in my room you see that I only ever use, well, that I don’t ever use. I would type up stories and such on it, but it’s kinda slow and since I type really fast, it always ends up being about a paragraph behind me and it’s really annoying, so I don’t type on it. I don’t really type at all as a matter of fact, but well, I am now because Hali is on the one upstairs and I wanted to write this all down before I forgot any of it.

First things first. DO NOT, under any circumstances, bring your nose within 3 feet of concentrated hydrochloric acid. HOLY CRAP DOES IT SMELL!!! And not only does it smell bad, it BURNS!!!!!!! I had a chem lab this morning in case you couldn’t tell. And we were using concentrated hydrochloric acid in one part in case you also couldn’t tell. And yes, I brought my nose within 3 feet of it. And yes, it does BURN! In fact I think it may have altered my smelling sense just a little bit because I can still smell it and this lab was over at noon. Either that or I’ve actually got some of it in my nose and I am now slowly going to be eaten from the nose out (although I think if that were the case that I would certainly know about it by now..). But on the bright hand, flame tests are fun! :> See, the whole lab was about testing certain compounds to see what they would do and then after it all we were given an unknown, so we got to burn some of it and see what colour it was (mine had strontium in it so it was a lovely, bright red flame. So very pretty.) and then we had to find out what the other part of it was. All in all it was actually a really fun lab. I almost ran out of time (again) despite our good head start. Well, not head start, but good start at any rate.

Alright, I'm on the computer upstairs now which is nice, because this was getting long enough that the computer was starting to lag behind a half a word.

Hmmmm… I have forgotten my train of thought… I left the computer and was out and about telling my mum what she missed on survivor last night. I watched the first survivor not all the time, but most of the time and then didn’t really care much for the other 96, but I'm really enjoying this one. I think it may have something to do with it being a pirate theme. (I WANT TO BE A PIRATE!) Eventually I think I'm going to go and visit Panama (where survivor is this time around) and get myself a nice jolly roger and parade about all pirate-ish! Arrrrh!

Mmmmm! Eatin’ smiles! They’re the cheese kind. Sooooo good! They remind me of cheese cookies. Speaking of cheese cookies, I think I'll have to make some this weekend. Mmmmm, cheeeese! :>

AND I THINK I FOUND A PLACE THAT SELLS DONAIR PIZZA!!!!! You see, it’s a pizza and donair place, so I imagine it won’t be super difficult to make a donair pizza. Yummy yummy! The only problem with this is that it probably won’t be as good at Niza’s pizza in St. Albert, which will be sad, but hopefully it will be close at least.

I was doing physics homework this afternoon (when I almost forgot that I had a violin lesson) and there’s this one question (whoever wrote the thing has a wonderufl sense of humour!) where they’re talking about an eccentric moose and his velocity and acceleration. MOOOOOOOOSE!!!!!!!! Hehehehe… ECCENTRIC MOOOOOOOOOOSE!!! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSES!!!!!!!!!! Muahahahahhaahaha!!!!!… CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!!! MOOOSE!!!!!!! (IT WAS THERE! THERE REALLY WAS A MOOSE! I TELL YOU THERE WAS!!!!!!) MOOOOOOOSE!!!!!

What exactly is the plural of moose? Moose I think. Which is silly because what if you were talking about more than one eccentric moose. Then when you either said or wrote, the eccentric moose, you would have no idea how many of them there were. There could be one, there could be a whole herd of them! And are they a herd? Lions are a pride, geese are a gaggle (whoever came up with that one must have been drunk at the time) and there are some really odd ones. Zebras are an odd one I think. And I seem to recall something about a quark of something.. Children can also be a gaggle. (As kids we seemed to resemble geese or something.) I think I will make up my own for mooses. From now on a large gathering of mooses (I'm also changing the plural of moose to mooses) shall forever be called an octothorpe of mooses (yes I know an octothorpe is actually the proper name for the pound button on your phone.. did YOU know that?!). And now people who drive along the highway and seen moosemoots will be able to excitedly exclaim, “Look mummy! There’s an octothorpe of mooses there!” or some similar proclaiment. (Yes I also know that mooses do not ordinarily have moosemoots and are generally solitary creatures, but you never know what they do in secret now do you? I thought not.)

I CAN DO ARABIANS!!!!!!!! (and not in the way that any of you are thinking) an arabian is not only a person, but a gymnastics trick too! you see, you do a roundoff, then jump up into the air, while you're in the aire you do a half turn and then do a flip and THEN you get to go back onto the ground. very fun! although because you're turning and then flipping, you tend to go sideways sometimes if you flip before you're finished turning, and then painful things start to happen. you see, i was doing these into the foam pit, landing on a great big squooshy mat rather than the pit itself, because that this is so hard to get out of. anyway, this was on the very edge of the pit, so if you go to far to the left, you're fine, cause you just land farther into the pit, however, if you go too far to the right then you land on a concrete floor. granted there are tumbling mats all over the floors and we even had another thin mat on top of this, but it still kinda hurts. one that i did, i didn't go so far that i landed on the hard floor, but i actually went right down between the shooshy mat and the wall, which also kinda hurts. i now have a humassive bruise on my right shoulder, or rather, a humassive clustering of blood blisters on my right shoulder. either way it looks ugly. it doesn't really hurt much, which is very nice, but it's still ugly. BUT THEY'RE SO FUN!!!! hahahahha. my new favourite trick! now i just have to see if i can do them on the floor.. :> i might almost be able to. i can do front tucks (front flips) on the floor just from a run, so i imagine i could probably almost do arabians on the floor too. oooooh that would be so fun! :>

and now i must get myself off to school (MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..... i don't start today until 11:00! on tuesdays i don't start until noon! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA......). POODLES!!!!!!!!!

Arrrrh.