Magsy

Mon, 01 May 2006 15:40:51 GMT

I didn't call Sonia on her birthday. I am a bad friend. She agrees.
I am such a jerk.
But her gift will make up for it.
She will probably hit me with it.
:S

Our New Life

Fri, 21 Apr 2006 18:45:01 GMT

Well, the day is finally here... Two big things:
a) today is my last exam, making it my final day of my university career. NO MORE MCMASTER!! Thank you Jesus and company.
b) today Brian and I are leaving for Ottawa to look for apartments! By Tuesday we will have a new place to live, together, yay!!

My life is finally starting to come together. I'm moving out. I have a line of credit. I'm going to school. We have a car. Everything is becoming real. Everything is becoming life. I love it.

I'm posting because I want all of you to know how you can stay in touch. Brian has started a blog-type website about our life. So if you guys are interested in reading up on the happenings of Magsy and Brian, check out the website and feel free to leave us comments and love... We will need it... We will miss you guys :(

www.thelob.com

<3

Thu, 13 Apr 2006 03:08:06 GMT

FUCK
THIS
SHIT

Sometimes I wish I could run away from running away. Sometimes I wish I could just be alone in the world, no one to confuse or bother me.
I could totally see myself living without pressure or confusion or uneccessary stress.

9 days to go.

Fri, 31 Mar 2006 05:59:21 GMT

I WAS ACCEPTED INTO DENTAL HYGIENE!!!! I'M MOVING TO OTTAWA!!!!!
BRIAN GOT ACCEPTED FOR THE ADVERTISING PROGRAM! HE IS MOVING TO OTTAWA WITH ME!!!

WE ARE MOVING IN TOGETHER!!!

Yikes! STRIPES! Fruit Striped Gum!

Mon, 27 Feb 2006 05:05:50 GMT

Does anybody remember that acid-induced commercial? With the fucked up melting zebras and shit? That were all colourful and did peculiar things? I remember them. They are in my head. Get out.

Ok ... let's see.. update... update...
-got word from CrapMaster that I won't be graduating this year because I failed to meet 3 unit course's worth of requirements for my degree (holy crap, worst sentence EVER); managed to shmooze and fanagle my way out of it somehow
-purchased a coffee table for the apartment that is yet to be found; Brian no likee so muchee; I will use it for setting down my beer on, and maybe for dancing purposes as well for those lonely underwear nights when Brian is having an affair with a Macintosh on campus somewhere, late into the evening...
-wrote my entrance exam for Dental Hygiene yesterday; totally should have been writing the MCATs because that is apparently what I have been studying all of this time, and it was wasted on an exam about folding paper shapes and finding synonyms for words like "peculiar" and "gale"
-drank Hptnotiq for the first time; realized that there was no "y" between the first two letters; turned 12 again and stole Gin from my parents' right from under their noses and then drank it in bed with Brian (the plotting was delicious)
-went to the gym once somewhere in between all of the above

That be it. I now shall list the top 7 reasons why I like looking at things:
7. Things are neat.
6. Sometimes things turn into other things.
6. Things can be pink!
5. If I didn't look at things, they would have no purpose in existence.
4. Things are sometimes soft which means I can touch them.
3. Things never stop doing things.
2. Sometimes things dance.
1. Things that are cats running into other things actually make me cry and fall onto other things.

Tue, 24 Jan 2006 05:13:10 GMT

So... Today... Wow.... What a day.
I decide that I'm not going to get up at 8am to get to my 10:30 class because, well, quite frankly, I happen to like my bed in a slightly sexual manner. So I suppose it would be ok just to get to my next class, after a quick, two hour triste with the ol' pillow and comforter. And I get on the bus, brimming with little children that like to define themselves as teenagers, though my theory still stands that highschool kids are simply tall seven year olds. And I'm happy because the sun is shining, and I'm noticing the banal architecture of west Hamilton mountain (particularly in comparison to the incredibly inspiring, history-drenched buildings of downtown), and I smile when I look up to watch two pigeons poking at each other atop of the church on the corner of Queen and King. I can actually smell the beauty of this city (wet, sandy, musky) for the first time in a long time, maybe because I realize I won't be living here much longer... Even the dumpster behind Funky Munky held a certain appeal, shattered glass shimmering around a large green box, slightly open because seemingly it's being over-powered by the bags of trash within it. My narrative is not necessarily spatially or temporally chronological up to this point, but I'm just remembering the random pretties of today.
I board the 1A, quite possibly the least favourite of my public transport vehicles because of its seeming inability to ever not be brimming with people. 518340 was the bus number. Move on back, sit down, open a book, and wait to be dumped off at the "institution" that we call McMaster (the quoted word can have any meaning you wish, just dependent on your subjective hatred of the place, some possessing more than others). My life is simply magical isn't it? I think I may be mentally ill somehow for finding beauty in bitterness, and happiness in garbage. (Again the word "institution" comes into play here, though differently somehow...).
I'm on the bus, and a man beside me screams a cry of terror and pain that has never befallen my ears. I would imagine that's the sound that would errupt from one's lips if they had just had a limb torn off by some grinding and tearing fashion. Everyone stares at him, I see it in people's eyes, something that I haven't seen. They are mocking him. His frailty and pain are disgusting these people. He is crazy to them. I yank out my phone and dial 911. Finally that 60 cent monthly charge comes in handy. The man begins to fall and I, along with two others, bring him to the floor of the bus. He is having a seizure, turning blue, foaming at the mouth, his dentures indecisively dancing attempting to slide out of his mouth or down his throat, 30 on-lookers stand or sit baffled, unknowing of what action to take. Common sense (as well as my recent first aid and CPR training) tell me that this man will choke, take out the dentures. Check for a bracelet, none. People still staring. The man is not responsive and his breathing is becoming laboured. Paramedics on the way. Bus cleared out, save 3 of us and the bus-driver. Finally, the cliched "seems like an hour went by" passes by and the paramedics have the man on oxygen relief and are beginning an IV it seems. No longer needed, I walk.
I don't see the sun anymore. I think I may have been in some sort of shock, choking back tears that shouldn't have existed. But I wasn't sad for the man. They were selfish almost-tears. No one knew of what just transpired except the few that witnessed it. No one new that I helped save someone's life. No one knew that I just had a degree of "god's" power in my hands. I wanted to tell them. I wanted the two people on the next bus who were talking about how great some band was that no one has ever heard of, to know what I had just done. Here they were talking extremely loudly about their underground music, each battling for the title of who was cooler, baiting on bystanders who were all judging them to some degree whether negatively or not. Who was cooler? He who could name off 4 unknown musicians who were "stellar." Or she who instinctively made her knowledge of those musicians known, and then passing her earphones to him so he could hear how "amazing" this so-and-so band was. I - JUST - SAVED - A - LIFE. Why the fuck does something like that make you think about the stupidity and triviality of humanity? Well it does, and I did.
On the trauma bus, no one took action. No one wanted to help. Even after several pleas by one of the other girls helping me, no one would come down to help move the man.
I love the minuteness of life. The little things are what make up the big ones. Little things make me happy. So why was it all of a sudden that the two students who were battling over musical coolness that would normally make me snicker and enjoy their transparency, was now making me covertly angry?

I know what those almost-tears were trying to tell me. But I think if I had let them errupt, I would have no choice but to agree with them. I suppressed them. It is better that way.
I want to be a doctor.
God only knows I am not motivated enough to do it.

Magical Magsmas

Sat, 24 Dec 2005 19:00:37 GMT

Happy Magical Magsmas everyone. I'm officially trying to narcissitically expel Jesus from owning this holiday. I mean, what has HE ever done for you? I'm clearly superior to him.

Brian I love you and here is to the start of a wonderful, snuggle-filled Christmas... Uh... MAGSmas... It's already began flawlessly... <3

The Life

Sat, 08 Oct 2005 21:47:16 GMT

Nothing is horrible!!
I don't hate stuff!!

I love that I can only use negative jargon to counter-act the process of privatives. HAHA. Damn my nearly complete English degree. DAMN my nearly complete English degree indeed.

I think I will fly a kite.

CAMPING!

Sat, 03 Sep 2005 19:22:26 GMT

Woohoo!! I'm so psyched! Camping is going to rocksors my socksors! (Sorry for stealing your shit Brian). Considering that Dan and Keira are coming too, this should make QUITE the interesting trip.... Dan being a biker guy, and Keira being the biggest dike I know! OH THE HILARITY!!! That, and none of us know how to start a fire if our lives depended on it... which I guess they sort of do...

I am eating ravioli from a can.

Mon, 15 Aug 2005 21:05:23 GMT

I like, TOTALLY got a job at Future Shop. Employee discount: Net cost + 10% off!!

MP3-playing, picture-taking, homework-doing, house-cleaning, hand-held, everything-doer HERE I COME!

Homesense: RIP +++

Fri, 05 Aug 2005 20:29:42 GMT

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I am here for you.

Always.

Tue, 26 Jul 2005 20:04:23 GMT

So the life of Mags is on a rollercoaster... Everytime something good happens, something bad counter acts it. It's alright I suppose, a "break even" kinda deal. Par example, my amazing parents spring a surprise on me that involves wireless Internet, a Compaq laptop, and my ownership of it. So random and nice! They love me I guess. So 2, possibly 3, days into my ownership, there is a tragedy which involves a format gone wrong. Missing Windows files, Linksys unable to connect, programs collapsing under their own weight. Just utter computer chaos. Luckily the incompetance of Linksys technicians led me to discover a neat little trick that fixes all problems involving an Ethernet cable and a router. Yay. Also, Brian managed to fix everything in between, and add some pretty wicked programs to my Lappy. Good leads to bad, leads to good. Thus far the cycle has ended in this example.
Nothing exciting is going on really... Brian and I were supposed to go up to a cottage with my parents, but his car is on the brinks of death and thus will not sputter to our destination. Good: I have 6 days off for vacationing purposes with Brian after a long summer of work. Bad: Those 6 days will be spent at my house because we will not be attending said cottage, nor will I (obviously) have a vehicle at my disposal for vacation cavorting. On a side note, I would like to share the definition of covort because it is just so cute: To bound or prance about in a sprightly manner; caper.
Brian is looking into buying a Saturn. It's a sweet little ride. I'm very proud of him for being an adult and making the right decisions. "Right" meaning those that affect his life positively currently. I hope he buys the one we test-drove cuz it was just so nice. Not perfect, but still a great ride. Good: Brian will soon have a dependable car. Bad: This car will not be here in time for our trip.
So, conclusively I think I have proven the "break even" theory. Good: I can prove insignificant theories. Bad: I can prove insignificant theories.
Fin.

Life Decisions

Fri, 15 Jul 2005 19:49:58 GMT

Thanks to my wonderful boyfriend, I have come to make some serious decisions about the future development of my life. A swift, but loving, kick in the ass pushed me to discover what I've been striving for, for the past several years. Days and days of research and finally I have decided where I am going to apply for my postgraduate degree. I have finally realized my fullest potential. Sadly it is not quite as full as I had dreamed as a highschool student, but it will be equally as satisfying.

Two polar opposites battle it out, Kung Fu style: Healthcare, and Teaching. I really hope Healthcare beats Teaching's ass. GO HEALTHCARE. Take me to my Porsche.

Thank you for everything Mishu.

Disclaimer: Offensive Material. Not my Fault. Please Deal with it Appropriately.

Tue, 28 Jun 2005 21:54:57 GMT

Well, Alcoholocaust went off without a hitch. It wasn't as huge and populated with friends as last year, however the intimate group of 15 or so that DID show up definitely made the party hardy. Here is a minimal visual presentation of the events that occured:

Adam looking cute and coy with his little cunt apparel... Yes, and his funny shirt too.

Oops we did it again...

Here I'm not sure if Brian is making his best Popeye impression, or if it's his best Steven Bailey impression. Yes Steve, sometimes you look like that.

Though the use of the middle finger is abundant here, I think Adam's face basically says it all. I also think that Adam's posture is eerily similar to:

Is there something you're not telling us Adam? OR SHOULD I SAY NAPOLEAN CAIRN! Yeah I'm onto you.

The true Alcoholocaust Spirit is found in the preceding photos. Please take a moment of silence to marvel the glory.

Seven words: Like a kid in a candy store.
Also, has anyone EVER seen anyone look happier than this? No, I don't think so.

Brian pointing to my ever so hardcoreness. Seriously, can I look any cooler?

Here I am what you call "Latina". Forever. Stupid. Don't talk to me like you know me. Stupid. (Insert Latin Accent).

BrIan bit me. BrYan was there. We had a slight case of Zombie-ism this particular evening. BrYan also reminds me of a frightened pigeon in this photo.

The Zombie-ism spread quickly. Soon Adam was gnawing on a breast. Dia exuded a dying fear from her eyes.
Note: Man with ugly tattoo went next... Or at least should have.

This is our random beer advertisement-esque picture. "Drink Beer. Touch Breasts".... I dunno, I seem excited about it.

There is a high level of cuteness here. Please refrain from vomitting.

Here it appears that Dia has uttered something inappropriate. Or perhaps she is pretending to insert a gun into her mouth to end her torture of the cuteness in the above picture. Dan seems to be contemplating a similar fate in the background.

Again, another victim of fathomed suicide as a result of high cuteness levels. Or perhaps the implied hanging is a result of rye and cokes costing $5.75. Edit: Rye and cokes, hold the rye. WHO CHARGES $5.75 FOR RYE AND COKES THAT TOTALLY DON'T HAVE ANY RYE IN THEM?? Suicide is OBVIOUSLY the only option.

After Smooth Herman's got old, we crashed a Stag and Doe at the Doors Pub. Here is how we did it: Entered in small groups, pretending we knew people there. Then I led the way to the second floor where the food was and strangely we slid by... Then we got caught and kicked out. But we totally ate all of their food. I think I'm am ingesting celery in this picture. Nothing better than free Stag and Doe celery. Nothing.

The guys were so happy with all of the free buns and candy, that they decided to do a dance. A gay dance of gaity... to the gayest degree. Note the bun in Brian's hand: Stolen goods. Note Adam's face: Is he pooping himself?

All in all, fucking hysterical night. Thank you, and goodnight. <3

Sat, 04 Jun 2005 20:43:20 GMT

I hate today. I'd like for everything to go fuck itself, but that would be too pleasurable. So I propose that everything go fuck itself with a rusty chainsaw.

Mon, 16 May 2005 16:57:36 GMT

So where the hell have I been? Enduring a momentary crisis... I'm not sure what I'm going to do about this horrific ordeal, but I know Brian will be there with me the entire way.

On a brighter note, my parents found a bird. A parakeet.... He waddled up my driveway, dehydrated and hungry. My parents captured him and I asked my neighbour for some bird food since Special K and walnuts were not doing the trick, and she herself own(ed) a bird... It died. I sort of laughed because I made her cry when I asked if she was going to get a new one to replace the dead one. I named my new bird Captain Jack Sparrow because I'm in love with Johnny Depp, and "Jonny Depp" is such a gay bird name. But now Jack is happy and frolicks, and licks his mirror, and makes messes and is so cute! Elmo licked him a couple of times (Elmo being my weiner dog), and now he's traumatized... It's cute in a sinister sort of way. Brian got a bird too, she is also cute as a button. Jack and Lilly. Two pirate parakeets at heart.

Well, that's about it... Between the romance and the bird, and the crisis and work (not affiliated), I have very little time for anything else. I'm sorry for the neglect of my LJ, but it's not like any of you read this anyway. Toodles.

ONE YEAR! (yesterday)

Mon, 11 Apr 2005 02:21:57 GMT

So 12 months ago I posted a "Happy One Month" blurb about how much Brian meant to me and how amazing things were going. Nothing has changed. He is my life blood, my motivation, my precious catch that I'll never let loose. If only all of you knew... Knew what he does for me, how he talks to me, how he makes me feel. I wish you could have him for one day. Second thought, no way. Get your own, it's worth it. I highly recommend it.

Brian always leads me to believe that nothing special is going down, but he's always got a surprise. We were supposed to snuggle and go to the gym... Instead he comes over all dressed up like Brad Pitt, with the loveliest pink flowers I have ever seen, with SPARKLES on them! And he bought me two shirts; one super sexy pink one, and one really cute casual one... "I vowed I would never buy you clothes because I suck at picking stuff you like, but I figure after a year I should know you well enough to buy you something that you will love". And I did. You're amazing baby!

So then he makes me change into fancy clothes (i.e. the sexy shirt he bought me), and we go to the Keg, all fancy, the both of us. My new blonde hair also got some attention (eg. boob grabbing in public domain, consistent "You're sexy" comments, kisses and kisses, kisses and more kisses). My steak was bleeding and now it's official: I can win $50 000 on Fear Factor. Brian is so cute the way he chews his food, I wanted to take a bite out of his cute little bobbing cheeks.

We were actually going to go to the gym, but instead we watched scrambled satelite with descriptive video and sound that was 30 seconds delayed. Thank you Bell ExpressVu for ruining my viewing experience. And all the while we held each other and our steak-filled bellies and tooted the garlic mashed potatoes. Then we played two games of chess, one a little more intense than the other, but both equally satisfying. (Baby what was that other thing we talked about at the Keg? Salt and Pepper?... I don't remember... But chess was altered somehow...)

All-in-all it was an unexpected, romantic night with the boy I love more than I love loving him. That makes no sense. IT DOESN'T HAVE TO!! I'm in love and he's perfect and he can now sleep comfortably! (Enjoy Brian)

Don't stop making me feel like you do baby. You're amazing. How did I ever find you?

I love you!

My Birthday EXTRAVAGANZA!

Thu, 10 Mar 2005 18:33:24 GMT

Wow, categorically this was the BEST birthday I have EVER had in the history of all my birthdays! I shall begin at the beginning, a logical place to begin...
I come home from work, and my parents and sister jump out at me singing happy birthday, very off tune, with accents, off key. And they gave me wonderfully frightening flowers (they look like peeled open red peppers, or for those a little dirtier, vaginas). Then they gave me a lovely gift which consisted of SATELITE FOR MY OWN ROOM! boo yeah brotha, BOO yeah. What a fanglorious gift. Then my mom, being the suspicious lady that she is says to me, "Geez, get all your crap out of here now, I can't stand this mess. Take it to your room"... So I began to suspect something was going down in my room. So I go up there and I open the door and my entire bedroom is FILLED with balloons!!! And when I mean filled, I don't mean 10 or 15 straggling balloons trying to cover the surface of my floor. Oh no, I mean FILLED with like 5 million balloons! Lord knows how they shut my door... Anyway, on my bed is a box wrapped in pretty Crayola Crayons paper, Spongebob is sitting on it, and a little note "open me". So I plow through the balloons, and I ravenously open the gift, and it's SUPER AMAZING AWESOME TO THE MAX BLACK AND PINK SKATE SHOES!!! From BRIAN, nonetheless. WICKED. But that's not even the best part, no. In the shoe box there is a big picture of Brian and I at 33 Hess from last year at my birthday party (the day we met). I'm drunk and retarded and he looks scared, and at the top of the picture it says "MEET ME WHERE IT ALL STARTED. 8PM SHARP). And below that, the lyrics of "I'll Catch You" by the Get Up Kids, which Brian sang to me, ACTUALLY sang to me, one romantic evening, several months ago. Quite possibly the most romantic song ever written... Anyway, immediately upon discovering this piece of visual romance, I cried and cried with shoes in hand, balloons floating all around me, my father documenting the entire ordeal with his digital camera (of course). So I changed and my daddy drove me down to where it all began... Though I was early, not 8pm sharp, which Brian yelled at me for later ("Don't you know the meaning of 8pm sharp? That means NOT 7:45!" Haha, I was so excited I was 15 minutes early).
AND WHO DO I SEE STANDING IN FRONT OF 33 HESS??? My baby of course, with FALLON, AND CHRIS AND SUE!!! And that alone made me squeal and dance in the car like a hog-tied pig. So I ran out (as did my father, documenting) and hugged and was shocked and surprised and amazed! Later on in the evening, about 20 other of my friends showed up to celebrate my surprise birthday party with me (not 8pm sharp, more like 8:20 and later). Peter and Melissa, Sonia, Matt Whiteman and lady, and so many other important people in my life like Jennifer and Dan! I was so excited!
***
Then I got really drunk. And I slept over at Brian's. And I was hungover.
***
Then on Tuesday night I spent the night at Brian's. It was super awesome! Adam and Christine came for an intimate hot-tub party, and we all got loaded and naked. Then Brian and I went to sleep... *shifty eyes*. Strangely, I was not well-rested the next day? *shifty eyes*
The next day Brian made me lunch which consisted of yummy chicken burgers and rice! It was DELISH! Later on we watched Spongebob the movie and we laughed and laughed.
***
If anyone can tell me of a more romantic and amazing boyfriend, I will not believe them. Because Brian is the epitome of what a boyfriend should be, and he is so caring and never skips a beat! I can't believe no one spilled the beans about my surprise birthday party, and I can't believe that I didn't figure it out! I'm usually impossible to surprise. But Brian did it. With a lot of insane plot twists (like me finding an e-mail regarding the party by accident), and several inconspicuous hints I should have known! But I'm glad I didn't, because it felt so good knowing people actually love me. My family, my friends, and especially my Brian who never stops showing me how much I mean to him.
I love you Brian, thank you so much for an unforgettably romantic and incredibly fun birthday!

uh-oh

Fri, 04 Mar 2005 00:11:41 GMT

You are Anna Stern! You're loyal and down to earth
and a sucker for the male version of you!
Athough you are very much an individual not one
to blend into the crowd

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Brian that means that we will have a fantastic fling for a short period of time, and then I will leave for Philadelphia, breaking your heart, as you press your nose against the cold airport window, watching my plane leave Orange County and taking my heart with me. Audiences around the world will be in tears.
She was cute. AND your favourite! Too bad I wasn't the bad-ass lesbian rocker girl... But then, I don't have any tatoos.
YAY ANNA! WOOO WOOOOOOOOO!

P.S.

Fri, 25 Feb 2005 20:17:21 GMT

I should have resized the pictures first. Je suis desole mes amis.

C'est Vancouver!

Fri, 25 Feb 2005 20:06:28 GMT

I went on an adventure for reading week. Though I did not document the entire trip, I did get SOME snazzy photos, not to mention a cold. I will now take you on a tour of my adventure.

Our flight is delayed for 3 hours with no valid reason! YAY!

I'm breaking the seal on the airplane!

I'm at the Aquarium. This fish was over 5 feet long, and probably a foot thick. As you can see, he thought I was food, and attempted to eat my face.

Here is VanDusen. He started some crazy-go-nuts garden. We travelled via bus for over an hour, with 4 bus transfers in a city we didn't know to see this garden because it had a hedge maze. We arrived 15 minutes after closing. VanDusen was officially renamed VanDoucheBag.

I did some colouring. I added the mountains, river and grass myself. And in case you're wondering, Elmo got a puppy.

Here are some ladies I met at a Mardi Gras inspired celebration at Tonic night club. I like the blond one because she is touching me.

I am holding a bouquet de fleurs here which I received from a homeless chap after donating a quarter to his living fund. Strangely, he was wearing a fur coat. (P.S. I am very drunk)

Here I am attempting to lift some suitcases made of stone. Later I realized they were bolted down.

I met a bear. He was nice.

Then I met a duck. He wanted a kiss.

Home from above. Pretty no?

Those were just a few highlights of my trip. The Aquarium was the best part, and Stanley Park. They had Sequoia (Sp?) trees there that were hollowed out and you could walk through them. But we didn't. We went on an island and took a water bus back to mainland.
This city is incredibly romantic, love is everywhere. Homeless people don't come out until after sunset. Everyone is loaded and so everything is insanely over-priced (Eg. silk shirt from Bebe:$450, skirt from some boutique:$349, cup of fucking coffee:$4.50, A BOTTLE OF BEER:$5.50!!!!!!!!!!). Everyone is incredibly helpful, ESPECIALLY if you walk around with a confused look on your face. But because of the huge income gap between the rich and the poor, the east side of the city is a slum. Totally ew.
The one thing I learned from my trip: I would have to give up beer if I lived in Vancouver.

Sat, 12 Feb 2005 03:53:14 GMT

The worst part about being Mags: being Mags.
I'm doomed to be a full-time student for the rest of my fucking life, with nothing to show for all of my hard work. Why did I make this stupid stupid STUPID mistake?

NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING.
Good for -
Amount to -
Going right -
Successful at -
Gives me a break for once -
Gives me hope -
Anticipate -
Much ado about -
Everything -

I already have the answer before I even type the statement. I would like to congratulate myself on being indecisive and basically useless to myself. Congratulations on accomplishing the biggest, most vast of all goals. Nothing. NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING.

Why yes, yes I am

Sun, 23 Jan 2005 04:57:46 GMT

You are a Go-Go Girl! Yay you!

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YAY FOR SNOW YAY FOR SNOW YAY YAY YAY

Sun, 23 Jan 2005 03:40:35 GMT

Lest the adventure stop adventing...

So I got out of work early as I'm sure most of you did too!! (Sorry Brian, didn't mean to rub it in)... I had to trek through waist deep snow to get into my house. It was cold and disheartening. But then I played in the snow after shovelling it into a huge heap! I named it Mags Mountain... It collapsed under my weight. Then I remembered homework.
The end.

Story of Death: Brian will never let me leave home again

Sat, 22 Jan 2005 07:47:30 GMT

Ok, so I think that I live in a relatively safe city... And in the immortal words of those guys that did that song "BANG BANG BANG", "WRRRRONG!!!!!"... The following is a story about how Hamilton is a scary scary place that I need to get out of, and thus providing a reason for everyone else to get the hell out of here:
It's 9:30ish and I'm on the phone with my beloved. Suddenly I am on a bus to go downtown to meet with a friend. We decide to meet at Uplounge prior to attending Liquid Kitty. (Yes, I know, eww). Yes, cool, fine, yes. So I get to downtown and my Upper Paradise bus decides to randomly take a detour, as there are approximately 14 po-po's blocking off a huge area of downtown. I get off (no, I don't masturbate on the bus, I just leave the vehicle). And I'm walking down Main St. when a police officer rudely tells me I cannot walk any further down said street. I say in my head "Fine PIG, I will detour my walk to Uplounge in minus 50 degree weather. Fine." So I turn down something-or-other street, and walk down something-or-else street and FINALLY reach Uplounge. No one is there but I. TJ tells me to go get money because I will be there for a while. Since I am waiting for a friend to show up, I tell him to tell her that I shall be back... *majour reroute taken to closest ATM*... I end up at Maxim's... Some gross guys were outside smoking, and they open the door for me, oogling me all the while. I go in to take out some money so I can drink, and the damn machine charges me 10% on top of what I take out. I DIDN'T EVEN GLIMPSE AT A NAKED LADY. But fine, I take out $40 dollars and get charged $4 service fee. Dammit, I should have looked at a naked lady. Such a rip off... So I exit Maxim's and the guys that opened the door and oogled me tried to be funny and said "Wrong place, huh hunny?", and I said "You must be misinformed, strip clubs are NEVER the wrong place, I just needed my lady-friend to give me some money". Then they shutted the hell up. Yes I said "shutted". I walked away feeling like a man, so to speak. And I am back at Uplounge. Friend is yet to show up. I tell TJ I am going to go get drunk, regardless of what is going on with the ho-ho and the hey-hey.
That is part of my story. Now here comes the part that I ommitted. The building that is attached to Liquid Kitty (Tailgate Charlie's) had a crazy-go-nuts thing go down. A person went nuts and started shooting randomly. Just started shooting, that's right. With a gun. A real one. I'm walking down Main St. and a person is firing random shots. Yes. A GUN. I'm walking down Main St. in Hamilton, a safe town, and a crazy person is FIRING A GUN! Is that enough? I'll tell you it's not. I'm walking down Main St., a crazy person is randomly shooting a gun, and THEN decides to take a hostage. Could it have been me? No, I was tardy for the invitation. Dammit, what a potential story to tell...
So I'm at Uplounge drinking, and then my friend(s) show up, and we drink some, and I suggest that we should get away from the gunman since he is just across the street. We can watch through the window if we want, OR we can get the hell away. I suggest we go to The Embassy. My logic: The gunman will NEVER go to The Embassy to kill people because that is the LEAST likely place he would go. Who would want to kill a bunch of gay people? Not the gunman, that's for sure. Cuz EVERYONE loves gay people right?
So we go to The Embassy.
I become official coat/purse watcher for the evening.
It was fun. I had a GREAT time. EXCEPT THAT THE GUNMAN WAS RIGHT DOWN THE STREET!
He never showed. Pussy. (I hate that word, but if ever there was a time to use it, now would be the time).
I have to add a few in-between things at this point. First, I actually witnessed police officers with SHOT GUNS manning the area. Yes, REAL shot guns. The kind that they use to blow up zombies. And considering that they were manning Uplounge, that provided enough incentive to vacate. I don't like to see cops with shot guns while I drink. Also, some blonde chick got arrested during the entire ordeal. Dunno who she was, who cares, she's safely away from us now. Also, when my friends and I were leaving Uplounge, I went to cross the street and a cop yelled at us to stay where we were. Instead, being the bright girl that I am, I suggest that we blindly run to The Embassy; the cops are CLEARLY too busy with stopping the gunman to try and get US running across the street. We got away. But the cop was mad and chased us for a bit. Luckily I found a nook that we snuck into and he didn't follow us. It was rather amazing.

Brian, I will take this moment to tell you that you are my life and that I love you more than you could possibly imagine. And I never believe that "that could happen to me", but it can, and it might, and maybe it actually will. So I want you to know that I love you, and all I did was talk about you through this entire experience, and I never want to be away from you another moment of my life. Please keep me in your arms where no crazed Hamiltonian can take me from you. Don't ever yell at me, or be mad at me because it's not worth it. I walked through the streets of downtown, through past/passed bullets, all the while loving you, and thinking of you, and praying that I can always be with you. I never thought my life would be reminisced over while on a drinking excursion. But now as I look at this paw-print stamp on my hand that cost me $3 to get into The Embassy, remembering the events of the evening, knowing that any possible random event can take me from you or you from me, I realize that nothing is worth it but you. You are everything that I am, and I need you to hold me and tell me that we will be together, not forever, but for as long as the randomness of life will let us be. Brian I love you. Please come and hold me. I love you.