| (no subject) |
[May. 28th, 2008|07:04 pm] |
Ok, I need help figuring out what to believe.
We took our Philosophy midterm on Monday. Before the test, out loud, I told God that if he is real, he should give me 100% on my midterm. Puppy prayed to his cell phone for the same. We were going to determine whether a cell phone was more powerful than God or not.
Puppy didn't do so well, but I got 47/49, but the teacher gave everyone 2 points for some random reason, so I ended up with 49/49.
Should I use the final score as proof of God, or the original score as proof of no God? :-p |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Apr. 18th, 2008|11:29 am] |
Also, since I haven't recited my favourite poem in a while:
There once was a girl named Jill
Who wanted to try dynamite for a thrill
They found her vagina
In North Carolina
And one of her tits in Brazil |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Apr. 18th, 2008|10:13 am] |
:o I'm posting something? Yes. Yes I am.
I seem to have a lack of other places for my mind to spew its randomness.
And now, onto today's randomness:
Somebody's list of "activities to fuel a creative life" has told me to list things I've learned from "powerful women in my life".
Things I Have Learned from Powerful Women:
- For anybody to take you, as a powerful woman, seriously, you must be overly serious, and therefore completely and utterly boring.
- To be a powerful woman, you must be a cuntbag.
- Because you are now completely and utterly boring, people might take you seriously, but they still won't give a flying fuck because you're boring and still a cuntbag.
- To be a powerful woman, you either have to be a hairy-legged hippie bull-dyke, have some weak-willed wussy-boy as a mate, or drive your mate to find somebody more feminine who doesn't intimidate them.
- If you become a powerful woman, you have to tout yourself as a hero for women everywhere, and represent yourself as their femi-saviour. This turns you into a cuntbag feminist too.
- To be a powerful woman, you have to make everyone hate you and/or afraid you'll kill them if you even hint that you're not cut out for the job. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jan. 7th, 2008|03:26 am] |
Oh, in case nobody got the memo, I died.
Nah, I just don't like you guys anymore ;)
Actually, I just really can't be fucking bothered.
That and Facebook, sadly, is much more amusing :( Congratulate me on becoming a motherfucking sheep. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jul. 19th, 2007|12:45 am] |
If I were a stone, I would be... Granite
If I were a tree, I would be a... Western Redcedar
If I were a bird, I would be a... Great Blue Heron
If I were an insect, I would be a... Bumblebee
If I were a machine, I would be a... Dot-matrix printer
If I were a tool, I would be a... Tape measure
If I were a fruit, I would be a... Pear
If I were a flower, I would be a... Daisy
If I were a kind of weather, I would be... Big fluffy snowflakes
If I were a mythical creature, I would be a... Martian
If I were a musical instrument, I would be a.. Bass Clarinet
If I were a kind of profession, I would be... a Student
If I were an animal, I would be a... Black bear
If I were anything in the world, I would be... Joy
If I were a color, I would be... Translucent blu-ish black
If I were a fragrance, I would be... Fresh cut grass
If I were an emotion, I would be... Familiarity
If I were a state or feeling, I would be... Home
If I were a sound, I would be... Contemplative silence with the moderate background noise of a forest
If I were an Element, I would be... Water |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jul. 18th, 2007|05:52 pm] |
Find Apartment
See Apartment
Get Apartment/Sign papers
Set up Hydro
Set up Internet
Finish packing
Figure out where everything's going
Get keys/do walk-thru
Move stuff |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jun. 17th, 2007|11:38 pm] |
It occurs to me that I may not have posted anything/much recently.
1) I'm still alive.
2) I graduated. Woo?
3) I'm moving.
4) I'm going back to school.
That is all. Resume uhh... whatever it is you do. Not caring. Yeah, that's it ;) |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[May. 30th, 2007|10:01 pm] |
Ok, so Roxy is still excellent at getting into trouble and going places she shouldn't.
There was the time she got into McDonald's at Boundary and Broadway/Lougheed and was headed off just before she pounced into the kitchen. Just because I let go of her momentarily as I was trying to attach her to a picnic table outside.
There's the time she ran out the front door and directly into the mail truck.
There's the time when there was most of a foot of fresh snow on the road and she went bounding down the middle of it. And the time she got out when people were walking down the street to the bus stop and/or school in the morning, and she'd follow them trying to say hi... when she had no collar on to grab.
Then there's tonight.... She was out on the back balcony, and the neighbours' newish german shepherd was on their patio down below chained up. She kept whining at it, and jumping at my heels to try to get me to let her go say hi.
I eventually decided it was too hot, so I went down to the garage. Little did I know, my father had gone down to the back driveway to work on the Volvo, and left the garage door open. Of course, Roxy again has no collar on.
She promptly jumps the wall up to the neighbour's patio level, and went directly through its fence to say Hi!!! *wagwagwag* to the other puppy. Other puppy starts barking. Old, angry looking Chinese guy comes out, and Roxy promptly jumps at the opportunity to enter his house. He yells into his house. Roxy comes out shortly after, followed by a younger Chinese guy in his pajamas. He struggles to catch Roxy, and then proceeded to spend a few minutes attempting to actually pick her up and toss her back over the fence. I'm wearing no shoes, and can't climb as well as Roxy. The guys are making Engrishy attempts to ask me wtf my dog was doing there, why she had no collar, and how the fuck she got out the entire time. She gets back over the fence, and I chase her a bit, trying to grab her. Grab her. Carry her back into the house.
Dammit Roxy, you're heavy. And you're not my brother. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[May. 13th, 2007|12:56 pm] |
Now taking donations to buy me a new computer. Anyone? Anyone? Yeah, I thought so :(
Ah well. Summer job time. Now, if only my resume wasn't on that computer... *sigh*
Meh. Maybe it's on a back-up disk. It's not like I've updated it in a few years. Shit, my last job, the guy never even saw my resume, or asked to see it. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Apr. 30th, 2007|02:04 am] |
|
Apparently when you've been at sea for 5 days, when you set foot on actual land, it feels like the earth is shaking. Damned compensation. Ah well. At least the sea sickness only lasted a day. I can deal with looking drunk wherever I walk on land and tripping over nothing. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Apr. 20th, 2007|11:05 am] |
How the hell did I manage an A- in Biology with a 65% on the midterm and 36% on a quiz? o.O
But seriously, not complaining. I must've pulled off some whacky shit on the Final. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Apr. 15th, 2007|01:20 pm] |
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you! |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Mar. 22nd, 2007|10:53 am] |
What does your drawing say about YOU?
The results of your analysis say:
You tend to pursue many different activities simultaneously. When misfortune does happen, it doesn't actually dishearten you all that much.
You are a thoughtful and cautious person. You like to think about your method, seeking to pursue your goal in the most effective way.
You are creative, mentally active and industrious.
You have a sunny, cheerful disposition.
Hmm... |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Mar. 8th, 2007|01:55 pm] |
Thank [insert deity here] this week's almost over. *sigh*
And this semester's almost over. 3 presentations, 2 papers, 3 summaries, 3 quizzes, and 5 finals to go. I see a finish line somewhere, at least.
And then cruise.
Also, UCFV better let me in. I don't want to find a back-up plan. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Feb. 26th, 2007|12:28 am] |
The key to weight loss:
Eat less. Poop more. Problem solved. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Feb. 14th, 2007|08:39 am] |
My grandmother is completely not there at all anymore. It's not just "hearing" us yelling things in the night and waking us up now, or "hearing" us fall out of bed and coming to sit on the edge of the bed saying, "I'm just going to sit here."
This morning, she knocked on my door, and before I could answer, she was already out the door between her place and the kitchen. About 15 minutes later, she did it again, and again was gone before I could answer.
My only warning as to her current state of mind was talking to my mother on the phone after I got up, and having her say she'd tried talking to her, but she just can't.
So I walk through her place to get upstairs, and tell her to stop knocking on my damned door and walking away. And she's like, "Well, how am I supposed to know if you're alive? Nobody can tell if you're alive! What if you were dead?!?"
...."You mean, sleeping?"
"Pretending to be dead! Why do you have to be so stupid? Why do you have to be so MEAN? Why do you have to do this to me?"
"...Sleep? What normal people do at night?"
"Pretending to be dead! Why do you have to pretend to be dead and get me all worried? I've been trying to wake you up for *HOURS*! I've been playing my piano as loud as possible, and you wouldn't wake up, so you must be dead!"
Now, her piano is on the opposite side of the house, and to get to it, I have to take a circle route around the back of the house. There's also a garage in between me and her piano room, so no doors, and lots of insulation from sound.
So she starts going off about how is she supposed to know when any of us are alive, when all we can do is sleep? Dude, we sleep at night. Like normal people. What the fuck? I mean, she's been randomly checking on us and waking us up to make sure we're alive for ages, but it's never been *this* bad.
And now, because I yelled at her for it, she thinks she's in imminent danger, and I'm going to kill her or something, so she's got her coat on, and is ready to run out the door. What the hell? |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Feb. 6th, 2007|07:18 pm] |
Hmm... maybe there *is* going to be a big earthquake this week. The dog is going nuts, for absolutely no reason. Has been all day.
The birds are going nuts too, but I assume that's just because nobody's bothered to go buy more bird seed yet. :x |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jan. 21st, 2007|04:45 pm] |
|
I get it. Life isn't fucking fair. You can stop trying to prove it. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jan. 7th, 2007|08:47 pm] |
Good good... my library fines at Cap have all disappeared once again. I don't know how many fines I've had, but they all seem to disappear from my record when I don't pay them. o.O Go team.
I also find it amusing that while Cap's admin sucks ass, I can look at floor plans for all the buildings online... meaning I got to confirm that Cedar 136 is in fact not that damned theatre thing with seats that are way too freaking small. Mmmm regular classroom. And apparently it has carpet. Thanks, internet. I needed to know that.
*sigh* Back to school. Last semester here. Hopefully all goes well. Good luck, self. Thanks, self. You can do it, self. I'm sure I can, self. Don't fuck up, self. What, you have lack of faith in me? Screw you, self. Screw you too, self! I hate you, self. I hate you too, self. Good good. At least we're on the same page. |
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
| |
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
sombrehippie's journal