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| 02:19pm 05/10/2005 |
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Eww.... I hate this last semester so much. I'm sure I'm going to miss Sheridan, but definitely not Accounting people. I constantly look around the halls at all the people who are having a lot more fun than I am. It's pretty lame. They are learning interesting things and have nice people to talk to. Accounting lacks both. Whatever, it's almost halfway over already.... |
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| 10:10pm 16/11/2002 |
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krysia, your unconscious mind is driven most by Love
Everyone has a desire to love. But your desire is rooted very deeply in your unconscious and affects many of the decisions you make in life — whether you are aware of it or not.
You have an energy about you that inspires people to experience their true feelings of love and act kindly towards others. In this way, you and your drive for loving relationships start a chain reaction of positive experiences.
The reason you are driven by love, may be because your unconscious is trying to avoid the opposite of love — hate. You, more than others, may be afraid of experiencing severe discord with others. That may, in turn, heavily influence your choices about relationships and the way you communicate your ideas, wants, and desires to others.
With such a strong orientation towards loving others, your relationships hold a very special place in your life. Your capacity to love may be greater than those around you, and therefore you may have more to give in relationships than your romantic partner does. Remember that this is a gift you have and one most others don't possess.
Though your unconscious mind is driven most strongly by Love, there is much more to who you are at your core.
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| sigmund freud |
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| 12:35pm 22/10/2002 |
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mood:  nervous music: Beck - Looking Back
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So J Lo has this new song called "Jenny from the Block" which is extremely Paula Abdul. Seeing is Paula has lately become an angry participant in music media, I wonder what will transpire from this.
I heard the new Bond theme a la Madonna. You would think Bond movies were something that would always retain some sort of dignity, but I guess not. (hugs Garbage Bond single) Umm... the weirdest is that halfway through the song, Madonna randomly whispers "SIGMUND FREUD" and the music cuts out. What the hell??
In other news, I've heard that the Spice Girls are planning on regrouping. That's really embarrassing. Apparently Posh Spice is not enthusiastic. That is too bad. She and her soccer husband made the border in their baby's room a repeating pattern of the two of their faces all around. I think the Spice Girls should replace Posh with aging Paula Abdul. That would be awesome.
And last... APPLEBY MALL DOLLARAMA IS FINALLY OPEN!!!!!! |
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| DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION! |
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| 03:18am 21/10/2002 |
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mood:  indescribable music: Bif Naked - Tango shoes
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At my work, we have a few arcade games. The big hit is called Dance Dance Revolution. It is a game that actually requires you to dance to a rave song. It also requires you to have absolutely no life and never get laid in your wildest dreams. There is a group of 17-19 girls (who come in with a couple of guys unworthy but hopeful of getting in their pants) who aren't as laughable... they're just quirky and this is what they do on their friday and saturday nights (every week, mind you).
At least, they pale in comparison to the greatest people alive -- the real Dance Dance kings. There are two thirty-something guys who come in several times a week during the day. One is short, fat and balding -- the other guy is tall, skinny and has LONG blond hair in a ponytail. Sounds like Jay and Silent Bob. First off, the tall guy wears a special hat... one of those winter knitted hats that comes over the ears and has long strings with big puff balls on the end. And ... it has ears on top. BUT... he only wears it while dancing. When he is not dancing, the hat comes off. then I realized he has different hats. It was later revealed to me by a fascinated customer that the hat's purpose is to imitate one of the characters in the game. They actually dress like these characters, it seems. That's fucking terrifying.
Worse still... this is their workout. Staff warn me that you know a true hardcore Dance Dance Revolution player when they bring a water bottle. They come in with water -- IN THEIR SPORTS BAG. Scary.
I haven't yet reached the best part: the sweat. Oh my god, the sweat. These guys get absolutely drenched. The tall guy isn't as bad, but the short one will wear a grey t-shirt and after a few hours you can spot maybe two dry spots on the edge of his sleeves... but everything else is soaked like he just dove into a pool. The number of comments we get from customers is insane. People actually complain. Party moms come up and ask "What's with those freaks? Is that actually ALL SWEAT?" "Come on son... let's go watch the freaks." They're not freaks... they're just being individuals.
Tthis game is a spectator sport. These guys draw a crowd... mostly of people who are about to wet their pants trying not to laugh, mind you, but some who just get mesmerized by their magic feet. I look over and see "107 hit combo" and don't know whether to laugh or get in the fetal position. It's one of those situations where it's too funny... too hilarious a setup to be real... and your brain just can't handle it.
So, anyways, after working there a little while, I had to know... what game can possibly drive a person to spend loonies every few minutes from 2:30-6:30pm? (Oh did I not mention that? I told you they're serious.)
So the boy and I decided to go to Playdium tonight to play some random games for a while including .... Dance Dance Revolution.
Our first 8 credits were gone within two minutes. We failed the first song. Not an easy fucking game. Second time, I actually manage to choose the simple level and we do alright and pass one song. Then I fuck up and choose the insanely difficult level for the next song and I watch in fear as the arrow shoot up my screen in weird arrangements and I randomly just tap my right foot a bit. I know very well that the guys at work are playing the expert level... it's evident by the light-speed thumping and the spraying sweat. I'm not sure now whether to be amazed by their talent ... or further terrified. |
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| They call it "art" |
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| 03:22am 18/10/2002 |
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mood:  amused music: Ali Farka Toure - Inchana Massina
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Well, I did something I never thought I'd have the guts to do.... I modelled. It was actually quite a wonderful experience and I'd love to do it again. The most beautiful luck... a student had brought music and one of the albums was my favourite album in the whole world -- Delerium - Karma. That is fate, I tell you. |
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| Yeah....whatever! |
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| 01:56pm 12/10/2002 |
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mood: relaxed music: Sigur Ros - Svefn-g-englar
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I don't think I mentioned that I went recently to see Balligomingo with Gus Gus.... it was almost-wet-my-pants exciting to find out that Balligomingo were touring, seeing as I've been following them for somewhere between 1 and 2 years when they were just tadpoles without an actual album. The show was at Lee's Palace and was just amazing. The place is so small, I can't believe how good the sound was! The band consists of the programmer and a bunch of rotating singers, two of whom were doing the tour, singing everything. I got to meet them and the programmer was just the sweetest, happiest guy. He couldn't believe anyone would have come to see them -- thought no one had heard of them. They were SO good.
Gus Gus was good too. It's funny.... the show was so similar to Matmos' style opening for Bjork. Two Icelandic electronica groups -- I guess one could expect similarities. They showed similar visuals -- frigging weird pictures of what appeared to be the English countryside, but with big red dots moving over the sheep... and other random things. And a movie of a guy riding his bike, but choppy, and often from his point of view, looking down at the handlebars, then the road, cutting back and forth... if the guy was on some bad drugs, that is. Gus Gus played too loudly. What worked for Balligomingo in bass drowned out the vocals and rhythm for Gus Gus. The people I was with weren't so much into Gus Gus' retro poptronica style, so we ended up leaving during the set, but I did enjoy what I got to see....
Natasha: What is your current email address?
I'm still sick but am working night-tastic shifts this weekend. Good thing my job is tolerable.
I got new pyjama pants at La Senza that are pink and have girls on the phone saying "yeah... whatever" and "WOW!" and "Cool!" They are the best thing in the world ... ever. |
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| Geez |
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| 02:03am 10/10/2002 |
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I have to stop reading you guys' exciting college lives (You know who you are) because it makes me realize how pathetically boring mine is. I live in Burlington and while Tasha is drinking tea with Oxford intellectuals, I'm excited that the Eastway Plaza Tim Horton's has a new location about 30 feet towards the New Street. While Alison is a sexual health counselor, I'm trying to lose myself in books while sitting with dirty old men on the GO train yet again. While everyone else is going to fun parties and pub nights, I go to Emma's Back Porch, making fun of old people and trying to spot ex-Nelsonites because...well... because I know they're about as far from home as I am and I know I'm not alone in that. My school doesn't even have a fucking BAR and Toronto is starting to feel boring to me... probably just because I'm about as enthusiastic about school as Mrs S Clerk was about her job.
Well... suburban life might suck, but at least I have the best ever partner in crime. |
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| God is mean. |
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| 01:49am 10/10/2002 |
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mood:  drained music: Coldplay - Spies
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Tomorrow we shall have a joyous time with scary mullet men. Mullet men like the guy who tried to scalp "Bork" tickets at the Hummingbird Centre.
As I said, I sick. You know that scene in Alien where the thing jumps out of that guy's stomach in the diner? That was gross. And me.
My job at the Putting Edge is going along well. I have realized that children aren't the most evil thing in the world... mothers are.
I am so utterly disappointed with this year's OCAD education that I'm meeting with the assistant dean of Foundation Studies tomorrow to complain for as long as they'll put up with me. I shall bring napalm. And if that doesn't work, I'll use my body to bribe.
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| 12:11am 02/10/2002 |
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HOLY SHIT!!! ROBIN BLACK AND MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE AT THE OPERA HOUSE OCTOBER 10!!!!!! TWO BANDS THAT SAID THEY WOULDN'T BE TOURING IN ONTARIO ANY TIME SOON!!!! I WILL GET TO SEE MINDLESS!!! AFTER MISSING THEM LAST TIME!!! AND I WILL MEET THEM AGAIN AND GET JIMMY URINE TO DO MORE NAUGHTY THINGS TO ME!!! |
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| 12:51pm 04/09/2002 |
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mood:  listless music: Goldfrapp - Utopia
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I think Alison Goldfrapp is totally amazing and I wish I could find more Goldfrapp stuff on MP3. I have this copy of Britain's Muzik (a more dance music oriented music magazine my parents picked up for me at the Toronto British Show a year or two ago) in which they have Alison Goldfrapp in as a guest reviewer of new dance singles. It's quite hilarious because she gives all but one or two singles 0/5 stars and those only get 1/5. She's utterly abusive about it all too. Oh, I love her sass.
I have developed a love for Microsoft's Neverhood game -- which is really amazing and done entirely in claymation. Except then his computer remembered that it hates us. And I hate it. But, yeah it's absolutely one to try -- very funny little game filled with clever puzzles.
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| 02:56am 31/08/2002 |
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mood:  bouncy music: coldplay - clocks
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So I got Tori Amos' autograph today... she was so beautiful. Unexpected, very exciting.. |
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| 04:07pm 29/08/2002 |
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mood: aggravated music: sarah slean - weight
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It seems I've been given a chance by the fine people at the Putting Edge after all... I have a training session this Saturday.
Anyone want a set of middle-aged british parents? I have one in fairly good condition. I apologize in advance for the pent-up aggression you will deal with on a daily basis -- but you could always just keep them in the garage...
Alison's party was enjoyable. I had someone to talk to about people from Catholic school who I remembered, but soon after realized I would rather not have. Ahh well...
School is coming and I'm still in my wonderful British household. Today my family decided to plan a little trip out for lunch. This immediately sends shivers up my spine. No meal with my family is complete without a yelling match and my dad threatening to walk home from whereever we happen to be (I don't think it matters, really, the man has no concept of the world outside our house)... So the trip out to lunch and Costco turned into a disaster. To make things worse, Costco was all out of Cosmopolitan. Oh, the horror. I ran into my old flute teacher and made some vague promise to call her and get together for a lesson here or there to keep me playing somewhat. Bahh... I never make time for things, though.
I'm rambling. Time for sleep and homocide... I mean sleep.
PS: My cat went to the vet and he's ok... I know you were all worrying about this... of course...
PPS: I am so in love with the new Coldplay album... it could not have come at a better time. I really needed some new beautiful music. *swoon*
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| 02:40pm 24/08/2002 |
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mood: ecstatic music: new Coldplay album!
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Oh so awaited was last night's Kingdom, supposed home of the new, unreleased Coldplay album. After hours of intense heat and Thom trying to get me to "loosen up" on the dancefloor, things were not looking up. Tammara found out that the dj booth was all out of cds, but managed to get me a sluttastic tight silver and black tee. Another hour passed. I watched a gothlicious lesbian couple make out and dirty dance on the speakers to a small audience of twenty or so foaming men. One guy actually tried to strike a deal with them... and failed miserably.
Time passed and the club was about to end. I had just about given up. Suddenly, a glimmer of hope, a bouncing, tipsy Tammara clutching something white up in the dj booth. She continued to bounce down the stairs and thrust in my face... the album! There was much rejoicing and apparently a middle aged man watching me for the next ten minutes. What can I say? I appeal to the older crowd. |
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| bitch bitch bitch |
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| 04:22am 11/08/2002 |
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So I have this sunburn. I went biking with my mom (cue: "awww") and got the joys of (1) some assholes whistling at me... (yeah, i'm sure i looked great and all in my sweaty glory, but this is inexcusable. next time i bike, i am bringing a gun or napalm, whichever is more convenient) and (2) lobster-tastic skin that not only looks shitty, but provides a steady income of pain. It's charming.
What have I been up to? Well, mostly spending time with this ungrateful bitch who refers to me as a lack of social life in his latest entry. Run and set him on fire, kids! Of course, I say "ungrateful bitch" meaning well. I really meant to say lots of nice things about him, except that if he does take up the career as a gigolo, he can expect the wrath of the gun/napalm.
I talked to Tootie today and we planned mass destruction. It will be fruitful. Sorry I called you Tootie. It slipped out. I heart you! :/
I am joblesstastic. I deal with this by window shopping in Ikea. It is soothing. Aloe Vera is not soothing. I have learned this tonight while trying to soothe my evil burn. It has done shit all. I am not impressed. The people at aloevera.com are going to hear about this. |
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| Bonjour |
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| 01:33pm 01/08/2002 |
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mood: hopeful music: Coldplay - In My Place
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I'm in some job turmoil... the wonderful printing press' heavy workload is apparently "drying up". Hence my being home today. I do have a phone interview for another job and we can just hope that works out. I almost killed the little guy I worked with -- student, just finished grade nine. I was at the point where just quitting and not coming back and getting fired were looking equally bad and needed, so I figured that getting fired for shoving his head into a cutting machine looked like the best option available.
Unforunately, he is still with us.
I'm typing on my mother's computer. On top of the monitor is a tiny teddy bear driving a model Spitfire. It's a little scary. It's also a nice break from all the cat memorobilia surrounding it, though. I think today calls for a trip to Dollarama. Any takers? |
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| 06:27pm 28/07/2002 |
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mood:  naughty music: aaliyah - more than a woman
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I have come to the conclusion that when your coworker's first actual conversation with you involves a filthy joke about a Little Rascals character, it's time to find new employment.
Apparently the word most used to describe the Pope during the World Youth Day dance party was "amazing". Yes, dance party. I really regret not getting hammered and crawling through the Pope crowd all rowdy and nauseous. That would have been "amazing". I liked how he arrived in the Pope-icopter kind of like when Santa arrives at the B-Mall.
My dad goes to see Santa arrive at the mall every year. I think he does both the B-Mall and the M-Mall if he can. I don't really know why. One time he said that the driver fucked up and Santa almost fell out. That would have been "amazing".
My parents have spent the evening trying to make Pope conversation. My dad pulled out the book (!) he has of the Pope's last visit to Canada. He pointed to one picture of the Pope greeting his groupies at a fence, pointed about an inch to the right of the page and said that's where he was standing. That's "amazing".
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| 04:28pm 25/07/2002 |
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mood: pissed off music: Nothing since my computer has gone to shit
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Ok I'm having a problem. My computer has demons in it. I should call the pope down to have a look at it while he's in the 'hood. Every time I open my browser (or any program at all, actually), it says there's a problem with GDI.exe. I know that GDI.exe is in the c:\windows\system folder and that it's always in use so I can't move it. Anyone know what the fuck it is?
My job sucks much ass. There are creepy people there. One them wears the same clothes every day and only talked to me today. I told him my name and he insisted that he call me "Krysh" because "Krysia" is just "way too formal" for him. If that isn't class, I don't know what is. He has a bad mustache and looks kind of like a rat.
I want a new job. If you want to hire me, let me know. I'm quick and efficient. I do house calls.
Natasha, I've tried to call you a couple of times and you're not in. Just letting you know I AM trying! But you like, have other friends or something. WHATEVER. |
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