Wednesday, June 04, 2008

My Baby Girl

Well, I figured that since I haven't posted in over a year, I would start posting again with pictures of my cute little Sarah.

That's all for now!

Monday, April 30, 2007


It's been a fuck of a long time since I last updated, huh?

Well... I guess I better get to it then, eh?

First off: I hate essays. It's official. They should be banned worldwide.
Second off: I hate work. It sucks ass! I don't understand how one job could suck so much!
But yes, to continue with the blog.
Work blows completely. And I have a feeling it shall become my second home for the rest of the summer. Honestly. School has barely been out for a week and a bit and already I've been there roughly 5 days out of those 7 or 8. And this week, it's the same. I wouldn't mind it so much if they gave me real shifts instead of like 4:30 to 10, or 5:30 to 10:15. Stuff like that just pisses me off. It's pointless and it doesn't help anyone out.
Oh, yeah... and I got into photography at Sheridan for next year, however, I can't afford to go. So, I'm giving up school for next year. I'm not even sure that I want to do photography anymore... How much does that suck? I've been working for this for the past 4 years, and I finally am able to do it (not counting the money situation) and I have a freaking mid-life crisis and wonder if this is what I want to do with the rest of my life. *sigh*
Ummm... something else... OH! Right! I've actually started to betray what I always said and stuck by for years. My hatred for techno/dance/and pop-ish music and contestant shows (ie: The Pussycat Dolls series, and America's Next Top Model). I feel like such a hypocrite. YAY! lol. When I was doing my essays during the week before school ended, I was up all night trying to keep myself awake to techno, and dance or anything with a hardcore beat. And lately I've developed this odd liking for Gwen Stefani or Fergie. God, I suck...

Well, I think that's all for now. I'm going to be enjoying my two days off work.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Description Of Me... I Think

I got this email, and this what what it said about people born in September. I highly doubt that this is me at all, but yeah. Let me know what you guys think....
Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and
caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand.

Are You a Romantic or Realistic?

You are a Romantic Realist

Okay, so you fall in the middle.
You know that love isn't like a greeting card...
Yet you can always find a greeting card to describe your feelings.

You are the best of both worlds
Girly yet independent, dreamy yet serious.
Almost any guy can find balance with you.

What Season Are You?

You Are Fall!
What Season Are You?

Thursday, January 11, 2007

The System Works!!!

Can't guess??? Well, that's fine.
So, instead of failing, I PASSED!

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Something I've Noticed Recently

Everyone whom I thought I could count on, I really can't. No one seems to be interested in talking to me, and I often find myself wondering why I even bother with these people.
I mean seriously, I wish to talk to someone and they are too busy, or they just don't feel like talking at that time. Or I'm online at 1 AM waiting for someone and then they get back and are too tired to talk and leave almost instantly.
I am starting to wonder if I should just cut myself off from everyone and get new friends that actually care if I'm still breathing, or sane...

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

General Life Update Number Three

That's right... I'm being consistant! DEAL WITH IT!
So, yes... anyways...
This is just a small update on certain things since I last updated. They are listed in categories, so pay attention.
This is the only person that I can count on to be there for me whenever I need him to be there. This is someone that I love so much, that I didn't even think it was possible to feel this way for someone. And, I must add this: SEVEN (7) TIMES. Don't worry about understanding that... he'll know what it means. And I think that I am going to have to give him some kind of title on here. I don't know what yet though. I am thinking something along the lines of: Sex God. It gets to the point, but it really shouldn't be said anywhere but a bedroom whilst being... uh... *ahem*
I am going to be starting to go to Sheridan in Oakville, which is the one that he goes to. Seeing each other will be a little bit more difficult since I have classes in the mornings and his are in the afternoons, but I hope that we can make it work.
Well, since I failed three classes, I don't know what I am going to do. I have to talk to people on Monday morning before Health Psychology to find out if I can even take the classes that I asked for. But, on a high note, I can't wait to take Profiles of Crime which is on Friday's. It sounds like a really interesting class.
And I have looked at how much all my books would cost for this term. If all of them were new, it would be about $530. And that's a lot of fucking money. I can't afford even a quarter of that. It's an insane amount. I don't understand why students have to pay so much for about 300 pieces of paper with letters and pictures on them.
Yes, he deserves his own category. But most of it is bad. He's an ass to me most of the time. He says things that hurt me, and then says he's sorry. And I still believe him. Even though I shouldn't. We're over now, and to move on, I probably shouldn't talk to him anymore. But I do, because I said that I would always be his friend no matter what.
But some things that he does just piss me off. Like at his New Years party, (which wasn't much of a party since it was only him, Dave, Jordan and I), he asked me to go upstairs to help him with something. We get upstairs and then he tells me that he doesn't need help with anything, he just wants to talk. And at the time, I didn't feel like talking, so I walked away. And then about 20 minutes went by, and he didn't come back down, so I felt guilty and went looking for him.
And there he is in his room sulking because I don't want to talk, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to come back downstairs. So, when he started talking about things that I didn't want to talk about again, I walked away, and he stayed upstairs for another 20 minutes, and finally came downstairs. *sigh* I really don't understand males sometimes.
Well, I still work at Loblaws. I applied for another job at Hallmark in the Milton-so-called-Mall last week-ish. They said that they would call me back, but I have yet to hear anything. I really hate that. When people say that I'll call you within the next few days, and they never do.
So, this as been the third installment in the General Life Update series. Check back for another in a few months or so, but feel free to come back any time and look for a randomized post since after all, this is a place where randomness, is required.

A Great Quote on Religion

"Religion--easily--has the Greatest Bullshit Story Ever Told! Think about it: religion has actually convinced people--many of them adults--that there's an invisible man who lives in the sky and watches everything you do, every minute of the day. And who has a special list of ten things He does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things, He has a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where He will send you to remain and suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry, forever and ever, till the end of time. But He loves you! He loves you, and He needs money! He always needs money. He's all-powerful, all-perfect, all-knowing, and all-wise, but somehow... He just can't handle money. Religion takes in billions of dollars, pays no taxes, and somehow always needs a little more. Now, you talk about a good bullshit story. HOLY SHIT!"
--George Carlin

Friday, December 22, 2006

I Got My Grades

...And they suck
I got a B+ in Computers and Modes of Reasoning (Philosophy), and an F in Psychology, College Success I (even though I handed everything in), and Academic Writing and Research.
Doesn't that just fucking suck ass? I have no idea what I am going to do.
I'll write back when I have some idea on that.