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I'm only going to have that blog below for a week cause it screws up my template. So if you have any comments about it please leave them here. It was also to counter the overall depressiveness of my previous blog today. Tra la la.

making jen happy

should have been here sooner eh?

Crappy night

Ever gone into an evening, planning on doing stuff? Than had one thing dis-settle you and then BOOM! That's it, it's all shot, gone down the drain with one of your rubber duckies and why even bother moving when you could just sit on the armchair and feel sorry for yourself and pout and scheme? I mean, let's be realistic here. The point of any of this is just silly. If you do homework, you just won't get it. If you knit, you'll screw up your stitches and have to pick them up backwards and reknit them and it's never the same the second time around. If you bake something you'll burn it. If you cook something you'll just have to wash the dishes afterwards (speaking of pots and pans as I don't put those in the dishwasher). If you read something, you won't interpret it right (I just don't get Shelly, what is with that dude?). So that was my frame of mind; all night! What is with that? How do people go from 'fine' to 'angst angst I'm a teenager angst angst boo hoo' with one action? With one event, insignficant, petty, small, or the lack of, one single event? Do we have a switch in our brains that mediates between these dimensions? Do they grow rusty if we don't properly oil them and maintain them and can they get stuck in one position if we don't exercise them? Cause now I'm all okay, I mean, realistic and all with the whole 'just handed in a lab where I honestly had no idea what I was talking about' but realizing 'school is over soon school is over soon school is over soon'. So this is an angsty blog written in a non ansty mood so it's an odd blog and I don't even know if I'm going to publish it, but hey, it's my blog so I guess I can anyways. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Here I go!

Bowling

So I have three midterms this week right? So the question here is should I study like a maniac and not do anything else and then crash on Friday, or should I pace myself and then still have a productive day on Friday, even though it would be on stuff other than the three exams in question. Hm. I just saw a girl who has the picture mug that I do and now I'm all grrr cause I thought I was the only person in the school who had one. Oh well. Mine looks nicer than hers anyways. Maybe I should steal it. Maybe I should get some more sleep and not write blogs this early in the morning. Maybe I should get to my class.

I have a dishwasher! All is forgiven!

Well, mostly all anyways.
So yes, I have a dishwasher. Somehow my counter is still messy but that's cause I didn't do any 'tidying' last night. I went to bed at 8! Not at 8 I started to get ready for bed, no no, at 8 I was in bed and trying to read by I ended up submitting to my eyelids and caving into my bedsheets. Spike was kind enought to wake me at 1 by puking and then again at 6 by running from the window in the living room to my bedroom window (this involves running on the bed which involved running ontop of me) repeatedly, and squawking loudly upon receiving each window. Afterwards he attacked my duffel bag that sits at the end of the bed, which was zippered close, but he somehow managed to get inside and proceeded to wig out inside the bag (there was a plastic bag inside-arch nemesis of Spike) and makes lots and lots of noise and then he tried to get out of the duffel bag through the small hole he created when he had nudged the zipper open, but he was still attached to the plastic bag so he yowls quite loudly, wigs out again while half in half out of the duffel bag, I'm trying to help him at this point but he just scratches me, so then he gets out of the duffel bag, and goes tearing into the living room with the plastic bag still attached to his back leg which just scares him more, and though this part was just audio for me, he tries to climb his tall scratching post but bails out halfway, falls ontop of the futon, (I think he hit the wood, not the padded part) and then seeks refuge in his cardboard castle (a whole bunch of boxes I stacked together for him). Funny enough, after this whole ordeal, he quite politely stays still as I distangle his leg from the bag. However once the bag was off, he felt the need to exact revenge on it and attacked it while I was holding it, scratching me again. At this point I think I summoned my inner devil and with the simple bellow of 'goddamn kitty!' he decided to leave the bag alone. After applying some neosporin and bandaids, I went back to bed for half an hour before my alarm went off. So that was my morning. Back to the studying! Away!

Visited by the So-Cheerful-It's-Sickening Faerie

So, let's see here, I get to school this morning and my locker is gone, it was moved because of the construction and it took my forever to find it. So anyhoo, get to school, I have a class at 8:30 and it's 8:00 and I see all my classmates reading. Hm. Odd. Yeah so anyways had an exam this morning and I was soooo not knowing of that! Not the only student in the class but yeah. So then, my container of fruit opened in my plastic lunch bag and got water on my notebooks and it's all fructose-y. (Thankfully the fruit is still all good and edible) Then I realize I haven't paid my phone bill and frantically pay that hopefully today is still a valid day to pay it. Then I realize I forgot to bring my poem to submit to the anthology and today's the deadline. Then I realize I forgot to put the key under the plant outside for Jodi incase she gets to my place before I do. Than in helping someone do their lab realize I did mine wrong (already handed it in) and then I realized I forgot my spoon at home so I guess I'm going to eat my yoghurt with my fingers. Eh. So, the point of this rant is that I'm still in an exceptionally good mood! I am still smiling randomly and laughing at all this things, even the exam. I nearly killed myself laughing when I found out I had an exam! Well, I didn't laugh at the water in my schoolbag till after the shock. And I know it will not be good if Jodi gets to my place before I do but unless that little minx is speeding like a demon and left very early this morning (highly, hightly unlikely) than I'm fine. But know I am just laughing at this crazy day! It's only 11am! Yeah, so that's weird because usually I just have to have a hair out of place and I've sworn off the day as another wrecked attempt at a life but yeah, today for some reason, very hyper and cheerful. Well, back to studying! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Two Nugget Heads and a Fat Cat in a Tense State

Gosh I'm witty.

So I am currently experiencing the emotional reunion of two long lost brothers; Spike (Spawnkitty) and Chuck (lovetillithurts). Yes, it's like a fox reality special with lots of bitch slapping, sleeping around, furniture crashing, and we even have a smarmy host, Ativan, who appraises everything from afar ontop of her scratching post. It's actually interesting to see the changes in the two already. Spike has grown much more affectionate and bites less which I attribute to his jealousy of seeing his pet um... pet another cat and having spent most of his time biting Chuck, and Chuck is better at nighttime manners, maybe from Spikes relaxed attitude or from exhaustion, who knows? (For those who aren't aware, Chuck is very hard to have in the same room when you are trying to sleep because he is ultra needy and shoves his cold nose into your ear and will eat your hair and lick your nose) But they play and play and play and then at night they both sleep on Coral's bed with me until sunlight starts to shine through the window in which case they start playing again, however still on the bed. That causes me some grief but if I lock them out of the room Spike will attack the door so. They share some tender moments however. They love to lurch ontop of the fridge and watch me in the kitchen like two fuzzy vultures. They love to jump on the counter and lick dishes. They love to sit in my lap while I'm on the computer. They love to jump into my bag whenever I open it. So this stay is a complete success and I think the real winner here is Ativan who spends most of her time sunning her belly on the scratching post with no interruptions.

Top Ten Reasons School Bites

10.I could still be in bed, right now. There could be a spawnkitty biting me or pouncing on my tummy cause I'm breathing but I would be in bed nevertheless.
9.The bus seats are uncomfortable and someone is always smelly (sometimes it's me, but it's always someone).
8.Those little side 'desk' panels in the chair that you hurt your back if you use and tend to have gum stuck to them and are squeaky.
7.My feet hurt an insane amount do they hurt they hurt so bad ouchy ouchy (the point to this one is that I have to wear shoes at school).
6.All the note taking has made the pinky side of my right palm blue with ink.
5.My frantic last second homemade lunches usually consists solely of baby carrots and my advanced night eyesight is useless because I'm too tired to stay up late.
4.I have fallen asleep twice while studying on my futon is which freakishly uncomfortable and pokey with sharp boards and unyeilding with lumpy 'cushioning'.
3.School keeps me away from my Spike, aka.spawnkitty, whom I love so very much, but who needs a lot of attention or he does things like climb doorways, attack the carpet, knock stuff off of heights, kill anything plastic, eat toilet paper, and other general bad-kitty-goddammit stuff.
2.14 midterms, two papers, a presentation, three quizzes, and four final exams. What the hell is up with that?
1.It's called statistics. It reigns from hell.

A Good Goal To Have

So... I just decided I need a goal, one I can pursue over many years and will lead to a more promising future. I want the entire collection of books and drawings by Edward Gorey. And that's all I have to say about that.

ughikkers!

UNBC has been smacked down! That's right people, minus 45 weather couldn't do it (that was last year that happened), university hill being so icy people couldn't get up it couldn't do it, but no visibility, freezing rain, shutdown side roads, and NO BUSES has done it! In 7 minutes, at 4:30 all classes are officially cancelled and the library is shutting down at 6! This is wacky craziness people! So, while I have had offers for a ride down (okay, I've had one very hesitant offer because I know she probably didn't want to go that far off her course and one 'if you have no other way I will drive you but I don't have winter tires and I think I might crash') so I have actually opted to spend the night at Flo's. Now, badness is that I have to phone my landlords and ask them to feed Spike and maybe if they will pet Spike too that would be nice, oh yeah, the point is my living room is sooooooo messy! Poor Spike. My stats class was mostly cancelled, Bill made us take our quiz but it was fine. I am now in the library (I never knew they had a P.A. system in here) waiting for Flo so we can huddle up and run off to her dorm. Luckily I have my sketchbook and pencil set so I can amuse myself all night. Anyhoo, I shall write again soon as I have a specific rant in mind but I had to write this one down while it was happening! Seriously, I didn't know UNBC could be shut down. Moose attacks, hordes of new undergrads, we've survived it all! sheesh. Well, off I go to score some food from the corner store if it's still open and stocked. Bye!

Now I need a cutie firefighter boytoy

So yeah, had a very eventful weekend and managed to study quite a bit. Florence and I had kaluha and breyers 'cookies and cream' icecream milkshakes and watched the first four episodes of Buffy season 1 which was great fun and Florence is turning into quite the buffyfan! And then it was fun groceries with Coral and an early dinner at her place, but then...FIRE!!!! Yes, a collection of grease pooled in Coral's stove had caught aflame! And despite Coral's attempt to blow it out, it raged on! So during all this I was trying to score some feta out of the fridge, and while causually observing all this and eating feta, suggested some baking soda. We were saved! Yup, Coral got it out of the fridge and *poof* the fire was gone! So yet again, Leone saves the day and decides to celebrate by using lots of different colours for her text. Off I go to class, who knows, maybe to save some more lives!

Prince George Livin'

Well, here I am. Back in PG. It was an eventful day! Waking up at 5am to hear the radio man say "It's minus 28 in Prince George!", so you know, that's always a lovely incentive. Got to the airport, flew to Vancouver, then there was a delay. Half an hour. Okay. Then we get on the plane (it was nice, I ran into Laura, one of Jen's fellow grad students), then it takes about 20 minutes to load the luggage. Then off we go, the oh-so-funny pilot (not in a sarcastic sense, he actually was quite funny) informed us we would be flying against winds of 100 miles per hour so well. However, do not fear, lovely Coral was still there when I got into PG an hour late! Oh my lovely rescuing princess! Anyhoo, got home 5 minutes after I was suppose to catch my bus to get to class, and my home is... kinda trashed. Spike destroyed his kitty malt tube (which is very bad but he seems to be fine), killed parts of the carpet (cause he's evil), killed the toilet paper (he's saying cause it's evil), killed a plastic bag (that one was surely evil), and also killed a bag of mushrooms and a bulb of garlic. But we snuggled and he seems fine. I felt terrible leaving him only twenty minutes later to catch my cab up the hill, but I didn't want to miss my romantic lit class. So now I'm just waiting for the bus and sending off some long overdue emails. It was lovely seeing Florence again and being back in my place. However, it will be awhile before I get over Vernon, you just can't bounce back from trips like that. Well, I should get going and start layering myself up to go outside. Tata!
~Leone

Cheesies are so yummy in my tummy tralala

It has been so long now since I entered a post. Eh. Not much has happened.



.....

Seriously now, it's all different! I'm 23 now! With great age comes great responsibility! So far I think I have eaten more junk food in the past three days then my entire 22nd year! (That's a mass exaggeration but you get the picture) Yup, I'm 23. I sleep a whole bunch, I'm playing games on the internet like it's going to go somewhere far, and I'm eating food I could never afford on my own so... cheesies, those yummy chocolate chip cookies mom makes, pepsi, and cheesy buns. (heehee... buns)
So yeah, I am also in Vernon for two weeks. It is funny that for the first time that I ever get the time to actually spend a long visit in Vernon, is the first time that I actually have things to miss in PG. I am having a lovely visit though, being spoiled rotten. I just get to relax and try not to think about school in order to remain happy. Mom and I have been shopping a lot lately which is mucho fun.
Christmas was wonderful except for the snow that decided to invade the Okanagan. I remember there was a time this would make me happy, but now that I live a little more North.... not so much with the loving of the white stuff. (or as Sheena pointed out, 'PG is really North!')
So, wanna hear about my new love? Knitting! I am in the midst of a pink and brown toque with a matching scarf! Whee for me! I've got the book I should have just stolen from Julia but anyways, it's called Stitch N' Bitch and so I'm pretty happy with it and wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
New development in school in the dropping of my creative writing course to lower my courseload from five to four. It sucks but I figure currently I barely have anytime to do anything (like the research that I am suppose to be doing currently....) so I decided if I take five course I have to drop all my other activities and I don't want to do that so.
I have got to go to bed now. Even just to get these cheesies away from me! Tootles! Leone

is it time to sleep yet?

ugh. I hate this part, when you've studied all that you can and your head in so full of stuff you never really desired to have in there in the first place, but you still have another hour and fifteen minutes before you have the chance to purge your brain of all this nattering and then run away screaming 'never again!' but with my chances I'll trip before I get out the door, not a good trip where you gain sympathy by just smoking your knee or something on the door, but one where it's all slow motion and everyone has enough time to look over just as you fall and make an unhappy face but you don't damage anything so you have to jump back up, even if you did hurt yourself but it wasn't explicit enough, and then I will pause, dust myself off, and take off running and screaming again. It's good to have goals. Hm. One hour and thirteen minutes. Wonder if the hot chocolate machine is working yet. Okay, I'll go study some more. Who knows, maybe the definition of the program behaviour model has changed in the last two minutes. It could happen. You don't know. Punk.

addition

*ack* school..... sigh........
Okay, have two new things to add to my christmas list cause I'm so greedy. It's true.

• a DVD pilates thingie
• really large pottery mugs for coffee

I have made a current decision to get rid of cable for next year because I have so many flipping courses, but I will try to set up my VCR(okay, Jen's vcr) to record Jon Stewart. I should go study for social now. And, for all of you out there, over the Christmas break, I would like you all to motivate me to care more about school cause right now... not so much with the love here. Anyhoo, going home soon! Wheeeeeeeee! Tata for now!

The Messiah Blogs

Yeah that's right. Anyhoo, some ideas for presents for me! include the following...

• socks-with monkeys, cats, or owls on them! (Lizards will do as well) Brightly coloured or striped knee socks acceptable as well!
• gift certificates to HMV or DVDs (unfortunately I want all the expensive TV series ones so eh)
• a dresser
• books books and more books-like the first, fourth, and fifth Harry Potter, any on the Kushiels Dart trio (I need to give Maggie back her copy), or gift certificates to coles, ANY of the bloom county comics, or any cool coffee table books with lots of pretty pictures
• same old art supplies as usual, though no watercolour or pencils, but cool paper to paint on or what have you
• a really good packsack for school cause mine is all ripped
• a camera
• framed paintings or cool things to hang on my wall(I'm not so much into faeries anymore, more of a... chinese dragon phase right now)
• all about the jewelry
• a grater
• pots for cooking
• toys for Spike
• bed pillows
• earphones, the type that go around the back of your neck so as not to muss your hair

so that's quite a lot, basically I'm all for any gift cause I'm not picky, and in a pinch, money will do ; P . Anyhoo, I'm soooo excited for the holidays! Baileys, hot chocolate, and David Bowie wearing makeup! Woohooo! Well, away I go to study.

Blessed be my children, blessed be.

This is Julia's fault!

Well, the compulsive quizzing is Julia's fault. My own amazingness in why I'm

You're Brigitte Bardot!


What Classic Pin-Up Are You?
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Yeah. and three times over (so... in three different quizzes)Angel is my soulmate. Here's a clip from one of the quizzes.

Angel.


Who's your male Buffy soul mate?
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It turns out I'm Willow, which made me sad cause I'd rather be Tara, but than I figured out, hey that means Tara loves me! So I'm good with that. I really liked this one too.

Wow, you *really* know everything about Buffy and
Angel! Yay for you!


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This next one was stupid though cause it was easily rigged (question was something like... where do you live? and the answers were all the place the characters lived so it was kinda lame, but I enjoy the tag so)

Frosta. You are the empress of the northern
latitudes. You live in a world of ice and
shimmering snow. Your skills in ice magic are
strong. You may live in a cold world, but you
have a warm heart. You are a flirt.


Which She-ra Heroine are you?
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ah well, must run off to class. I doubt this is the last we'll see of quizilla. Tata, LeoneorFrostaorWilloworAngelsluvah.

Spike's big adventure

So Spike paid the vet a little visit this morning. As you can imagine, he was thrilled. Now, the first time Spike visited the vet he was so scared he didn't move or blink the entire time, nor did he detach his claws from my sweater. But the second time we went it was a little different. The moment I put his leash on and took him outside, the hissing and spitting begain. And yes, spitting. He was so bad that the vet decided not to take his tempature, mainly due to the low grumblings he was omitting. He also has a social problem, basically he would start flipping out in his cage if he was too close to other cats and extending his paw out of his cage to scratch people.

He's special.

So anyways, after waking to my defcom4 alarm, Spike and I set off in Jen's car (with Jen driving) away to the vet. Because it's been about three weeks, I think his memory was a little dim from last time, so he was mostly new smells occupied. Though then we got to the vet and he started to slink further and further under my arm. However, we got into the examining room and I am so proud of his non spitting and scratching. I won't go as far as to say he was social or anything, when the vet lifted him off of the table to get weighed, he refused to move any of his legs from their previous position, it was like he was a statue. So he didn't even squawk when the vet was feeling his tummy. I was so proud. Then came the shots. So Spike was sitting, facing me, and the vet was behind him and gave him the shot in the hindquarter region. Poor Spike. So he lunges with his left paw and arched around, I think he was trying to slit the vet's wrist. Anyhoo, the vet escaped from that one, and I held Spike a little tighter for the next shot, which consisted in some hissing. So luckily, no bodily harm to me, the vet, nor Jen. Jen was placed in some danger when she was holding Spike while I was paying and a very big dog came in, so Spike had to let him know who was the alpha male in the room by hissing. Least to say, it all went all and Spike doesn't need another visit for a whole year. He's adjusting well to his new grown up kitty food and has gotten more friendly with some of the toys I purchased for him months ago (I sprayed them with catnip). I have lots of photos of him I will hopefully be sending out with Christmas cards if I ever get around to that so for those who have not seen him, he is the cutest cow kitten ever. Well, that's all that's new for now! Bybye!

Bloated Arnold

so this morning, I ate two pancakes really quickly (it was the source of food I used to bribe myself out of bed half an hour late) and chugged my coffee before coming to school, and then in Jen's car we were discussing the future ramifications of automated trash pickup (the terminator) and then we said something about Arnold being governor, and then my tummy made some gurgling noise, so I went 'uuuggghh' and Jen agreed with me. So now it determined I have yucky arnold tummy. And frankly, my arnold tummy is very upset and bleckey. On other news, I'm making a Buffy the Vampire Slayer Website! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. And I got a spray bottle for Spike jumping on the counters. He's not so happy about this recent purchase. Hey, it's nearly my birthday! Have you all gotten more presents yet? huh? Punk.

Perils of the Nose

So, as some of you know but others I may have just presumed you know but you actually don't, I have a pierced nose. Yes, I know it's shocking, but it's true.
I got it pierced in Montreal on March 1st, or 2nd, (John would know for sure). And since then, I have managed to keep it and not have my nostril torn in two! That makes me happy. (Funny enough, getting my nose pierced hurt WAY more than getting my eyebrow piercedwho knew?)
I started out with a lovely and expensive green jewel which is lost somewhere in Gwen's house, then I switched to swirly thingie, than to this red stud, but on the second day the red part fell out leaving this ugly dot, but the thing is, the last two were both bars, which are really painful to get in and out, I mean, really really painful. So anyways, I figured no worry, and left the ugly dot in my nose cause well, ow.
So anyhoo, I picked up some really neato nose studs at Claires last week with Florence who got her ears pierced (so pretty!) and I did get some bars, but it was cause I really wanted the little cherries nose stud! So I swallowed the pain and switched the bars.
This was only just last week.
Now, if I tell you where I got my nose studs, Claires, this next bit will be not a suprise. The frickin' green leaf part fell off the nosestud right away! But I had had enough self inflicted torment for the month so I did nothing.
Now the whole reason I wrote this was cause last night, at 430 in the morn (BC time) I was having very vivid dreams, and all of a sudden, I woke up, and just knew that my nose stud was no longer in my nose. It didn't hurt really, but there was a feeling of absense. So I touched my nose hesitantly with my fingers to realize I was right, there was no longer a cherry nose stud in my nose, but there was a growing amount of free running blood!
Gross eh?
So after frantically looking for my nose stud in my bed, I took off for the bathroom with Spike hot on my heels (he thought we were playing a game and was soooo excited) where I tore apart the medicine cabinet looking for other studs (though I grew concerned my landpeople were going to call the cops when I dropped my bottle of hairspray really loudly) and finally, in a panic because of my still slightly confused in my dream/what's happening state, I found my studs and quickly pushed (owowowowowowowow!) an ironically red nose stud into my bleeding nose... hole.
So anyways, as I mulled over how exactly my nose stud was ripped out of my head in the middle of my sleep, I found the cherry stud on my bed all bent up. I purposely sleep with no blankets that will snag my nose stud, so I couldn't figure out what had happened, but then I realized, I have a bandaid on my finger! (yes I am in emoticon heaven, why?)
So I have come to the conclusion that people with nose studs should never wear bandaids to bed. Which deeply conflicts with having an insane (but socially active!) kitten living in the house.
But yeah, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

In other news-no cavities!