Super Nintendo is foolish

Just so you know, I will always beat you at Super Mario Kart.

Because I play dirty.

Heh.



and now for Pick-up Line Tuesday!

Today's Pick-up Line:

"You have the same name as my Mom... she died of cancer.
......
Can I buy you a drink?"

(and yes, that one was actually used on me.)

Set yourself on fire.

Phew!
It has been awhile since my last post. I am supposed to be studying for my final exam right now, which is on Wednesday. As per usual, I am procrastinating. I have my last class today for review and questions about the essays we have to write. Yes, I have to write three 5 page essays in three hours. She gave us the questions though so we can prepare, but now she will be expecting more and will mark harder. Bah.
I have some reading to catch up on I think. But right now, java is the most important thing to me right now. (Hurry up and brew Mothalicka!)

My weekend was unreal. I can't even describe its awesomeness right now. In short, there was a dance part-ay (and I mean PART-AY), a motorcycle ride to grand lake to laugh at my drunk parentals and their friends, gourmet hamburgers with cheese inside of them (Imagine!)... the list goes on. Blew my mind. I would say my weekend was comparable to this:

Galactic Center of Milky Way Rises over Texas Star Party from William Castleman on Vimeo.

Rapturous.

Log Driver's Waltz

I have had this song stuck in my head for weeks and could never remember what it was from. All I could remember was that it was from my childhood. An artist friend of mine posted it on her Facebook and I almost fell off my chair. I've been experiencing a lot of coincidences this week. Perhaps I should seek out an existentialist detective. (Fuckabees.)



(Classically Canadian. woot.)


I am sitting on my couch with my fleece blanket and a cup of joe. I might make some cookies today. End!

Worst.Blogger.Ever.

Wow. I am terrible at blogging this month. It has been rather crazy so far. I am working 7 days a week at the book store, (actually, 5 evenings and 2 days. ANYWAY.)and taking an intersession course this month as well. There is so much reading involved. I'm glad I picked a good course. Fack.

I'm starting to get really excited for summer. I'm going to finally have the chance to skip town a few times this year. I'll be heading to the island with Marie at some point, visiting my Jade in Moncton, camping trips, hopefully a few climbing trips, and HOPEFULLY I'll get to Montreal as well. I have never been and have always wanted to... Mostly to check out the incredibly hot chicks I have been hearing so much about.

So it seems I have gained my "Freshman 15" about 3 years too late. It is fantastic. You have no idea how long I have been waiting to finally have boobs. Needless to say, I have added playing with them to my list of favorite hobbies. I just made that up actually... I don't really have a list of favorite hobbies. But if I DID...


I ended up at reggae night with Marie last night. It wasn't too bad. We spent most of the time in the bathroom analyzing crazy dream we have been having lately. We stumbled back to my place and munched on cookies and taters with ranch sauce. I showed her my Blip.fm thing and we indulged in some hilarious 90's music that brought back some memories. That was my rapturous moment of the day.

And now, it is time to suck the day's dick.

Aurevoir (pour le moment)

Missed the boat

So it appears that I have missed Pick-up Line Tuesday this week. I have been super busy lately. Last weekend and this week consisted mostly of cleaning the old apartment with the ex-wife (and catching him taking a bath in my sparkling tub that I took an hour of my time to buff all the water stains out. Did I mention this was on the same day that our landlord was supposed to come and do the walk-through? Ugh.) That bathroom was freaking spotless though. I washed down all of the walls, scrubbed the floor until I could see my face in it, made the tub and sink sparkle, and of course disinfected every surface with Lysol (because I am insane).

I got amazing news on Wednesday evening. My mom and I went back to her place after feeding my Grampie so she could change before she took me home. I told her I would stay in the car. She checked her mail and threw a fat envelope at me through the window before heading inside the house. It had the UNB logo on it, which was great because I was expecting a cheque from the Women's Studies department for the poster I designed for them. (Art school paid off for once.) Anyhew, long story short, it was not a cheque but a letter from the Education department. I got as far as "Congratulations! Welcome to UNB!" before I started bawling my eyes out in the car. I ran inside to tell my Mom, and she opened the door when I got to the top step. She saw my tears and was like "WTF?" and I just yelled, "I got in!!!". She jumped back about ten feet and then we both started jumping up and down and screaming like idiots in the kitchen. I'm sure the neighbors were thrilled (or they thought we were murdering kittens). So my dream of becoming the weirdo Art Teacher is coming true. The program starts in August. I am so nervous/ excited.

As a side note. I wish I could be in St. Andrews right now for Paddlefest. Boo.

To celebrate (You're going to love my nuts):


Lates.