In secret we met, in silence I grieve.

So the last few days seemed to be just a constant amount of f-u-n, which of course makes me feel guilty as heck. School dominates.

Spent sometime with the McWhitesons's and Rob earlier the week. Want to know what happened? Let the pictures tell their story.





Friday nights I usually pick up some Big Bite and head over to the McW's before supper. This Friday however, I surprised them with cooked real food! It was all quite exciting and I discovered that everyone loves lemon meringue pie. Meagan really loves stuffing.

We had planned on going to SASF, but my boredom with scavenger hunts and my guilt of being a good friend led us to the movies. We saw Last Kiss (another Zach Braff creation, aka Garden State guy). The movie was so thought provoking. It was all about relationships and managed to showcase adultery in the non-standard way. It killed me.

(Check out that stuffing in mid-air, classic photo)

We also went to the arcade! Robert tried to pwn the punching game. You can judge whether he succeeded or not. I managed to get enough tickets for three caramel candies and Meagan got three pixie sticks. Yum, ten dollar candy. Oh, DDR fans are psychotic.

Afterwards we went back "home" and tried to make snow cones. Now I remember why Holly and I only used the machine once. I'll let the pictures do the talking again.

In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

It is with deep remorse.

Sent : September 28, 2006 8:54:18 PM

It is with my deepest condolences that I bear this message, Hubert has died. At seven forty-five am on September the 28th 2006 he passed because of natural causes. Hubert lived a long and fruitful life on 12 York Street, later on in his life he relocated to the sunny Port au Port West fishy acres retirement home where he enjoyed the company of many other fishes. He loved the little plant in his tank dearly, swimming by it almost every second of the day. He leaves behind a small "treasure chest" and some marbles, the ownership of which is to be decided by his wills efficient. Again my condolences, those who knew Hubert well would have liked to see him go in such a manner, without pain and suffering. Hubert, a jovial soul, always happy to see anyone who happened to stroll by his fish bowl. Although he was serious, hardly cracking a smile, he knew how to laugh with the best of them. His memory lives on through his friends and family. He will be remembered well as a kind and loving aquatic creature. Again my apologies, I am here to help you through this troublesome time.

Daniel



Hubert was a part of my life for SO many years, I cannot believe I will never see his cancer ridden body swim again. He was a serious fish, but such a loving, devoted member of my family. I want to thank Daniel for the month in which he cared for him, I know you tried your best.

So tonight, I leave with you the best and worst times of Hubert's very long existence. Rest in peace Hubert, you will be missed by all.

Hubert B. Smisor (2000-2006)

One year today.

For the record, Stephenville, I remembered.

Holy crap, I love you.

Today was rough, but made better by the people around me. Yay lunchtimes and wonderful text messages!

In my first class, Sociology, I got back the test I did last week. 13/20, aka 65%. That was a surprisingly good mark if I take into the consideration the grades of people around me. Second class, Anthropology test. It had two essays, not one, so of course I was feeling peachy. And finally, Canadian Poli Sci test. It was only ten multiple choice so I'm begging God that I didn't get anymore than two wrong (seeing as it's worth 33%).

I dragged myself home and received a surprise when I walked into the kitchen, my mama made some homemade pizza! I feel yum on the inside.

So talks have been had about the switching of universities next year. Everyone seems all for it, which is great because I am too. But whenever I think about STU, MTA, UW etc, all I see in my head is "$". L'argent est un tel problème!

So today in the library I was in the back on the main level (where I always seem to be lately) listening to music and studying Poli Sci. A guy (a very nice looking guy) sat down next to me and started studying too. I was very deep into Brokerage Politics when he waved his hand in front of my face. He asked me the time and I pointed to the clock in front of us (cheeky!) he laughed and then asked me what music I was listening to. I replied with Alexisonfire (yeah, I know, screamo, but the new album is amazinggg) and he said "I knew it! I could tell."

I felt bad then because obviously my music had to have been pretty loud for him to pick it out. I said sorry and that I'd turn it down, which he replied with "No! I love them, it's good." And he gave me an I'm-off-the-OC smile. I, at this point, got embarrassed and put my headphones back in. He proceeded to do the wave in my face three more times, posing various questions from study habits to periodic tables.

Then he got up and said goodbye and turned to walk away. At this point I noticed one of his books next to me, so I said "Excuse me?" quietly (I was in the quiet area). Of course he kept walking. So I said it louder again, but he walked out the door. So I grabbed the book and ran out after him calling to him a couple times before he turned. I said "You forgot your book!" (duh, it's in my hand). He replied with a huge smile and said "Holy crap, I love you."

Holy crap, I love you. My pitiful heart and I did not get much studying done after that exclamation. I rock.

For Josh, please watch: Keith Olbermann's take on the Clinton/Bush/Bin Laden thing.

Chalk to you later.

School makes me angry, friends make me happy. Saturday Josh and Dave are having their Firefly marathon, so who's not going?

Today I got home and was feeling a little homesick so I visited the ol' SHS band website. Listed on it are "Instruments for Sale". A brand-new trumpet is listed. I want it. :( I was feeling sad so I pulled out some old church pieces and my cornet and I let loose a little. It was nice, but you can tell I haven't been practicing regularly like I used to.

I really have to buckle down and study for those tests I have Wednesday. I'm still bitter that they are worth so much, so soon. And the whole I'm-worth-thirty-percent-but-only-have-ten-multiple-choice thing is awful.

HOLY CRAP, CORNER BROOK HAS A FIGHT CLUB. Apparently the police there stumbled upon 150 people participating in this fight club on a hill or something. That is so crazy awesome.

So, I have bad and good news for the people attending YC (but especially, Josh). Sam Glenn, chalk artist extraordinaire, has taken seriously ill and won't be attending this year. :( But, the guy replacing him sounds really cool and he has a double major in theology and computer science, teehee Josh's new idol.

Butterflies and hurricanes.

Sunday, the day of rest. Hah. Yeah right.

Church this morning was amazing. I cannot believe how wonderful this church is in here, the balance between music and speaking and love and thought, it's amazing. I actually cannot wait to get to church and experience it. Weird, huh?

After church they cooked the post-secondary students turkey dinner, yummm. It was really good and dessert was quite fancy. I thought about it after and realized I probably should have invited some people. Sorry friends who didn't attend.

This afternoon half the McWhitesons and I went to the library for some "studying". Meagan sucksss because she wouldn't let Robyn or I study. Mean Meagan and her fun antics. :(

Robert came and studied too and afterwards we went back to the McW's home for some supper. Mmm, nachos and Eggos never looked and tasted so good. I'm really happy that my friends have merged, it shows that it doesn't matter who you are, if your intentions are good and you have a nice soul, you can mesh. At least that is my theory.

Tonight I was already to study and I ended up not accomplishing even half of what I wanted to. I am one sad girl. I did however learn to get extremely nervous over nothing.

Back to nervous, is anyone else going through this why-am-I-not-succeeding-like-I-know-I-can thing? Maybe that isn't how I'm feeling. I keep second guessing myself, it's so unnatural. I think I've decided to spend a couple of years here at MUN though, then move on. Just enough to get my Criminology certificate, then I can get a degree in something with those credits somewhere else.

Here's what sums up my life right now:

Best.
You've got to be the best.
You've got to change the world,
and use this chance to be heard.
Your time is now.

Insert random musical lyric here.

This evening was really random, not always a good thing. I think tonight it worked in our favour.

I ventured to Hatcher around 5ish to see my mini-partner in crime. She was oh-so busy "studying", aka Yafro/YouTubing. Speaking of YouTube, I totally got busted for putting the Ze Frank 9/11 song up. Mmm, copy right infringement.

We randomly hooked up with organ-playing-guy (which I later learned was Latin for "Mike") and made our way over to UC to meet the guys. Long story short, also met up with Chris (big haired Chris) and ended up bussing to the mall (on the wrong bus) for some supper.

We went to Chapters afterwards and I bought a little book of poetry by Serj from System of a Down for two bucks. I can't decide if that's a bad thing or not.

Some of us took the bus (others a cab) and went back to the UC. We picked up my car and drove to Rob's Nana's house and hung out.

It was nice to just sit around and really talk about music and everything. I enjoy having a conversation with someone who knows what they're talking about when it comes to the beauty which is music. And I am lucky, because all of my friends appreciate music on some level. It's amazing.

My friends are awesome as discovered in this post here. I am truly feeling the love tonight.

Anywhere you turn, I'll be there.

It's 11:30 and I've yet to start studying, I obviously suck. Today is Saturday which means I have a whole other day (tomorrow) to rejoice in before I go back to MUN. Gee.

Last night was SASF part two, I thought it was a lot better than part one because "fun" wasn't forced upon us.

Started the night off with supper and a show at the McWhiteson's home. I'd just like to put it out there that I was obviously on some very bad crack last night, because I was so messed up the whole evening and ended up going home with an absolute pounding headache.

We ate some Big Bite, played a little game called guess-what-vein-in-Josh's-head-will-pop-first, applied some blush and of course where would the "supper and a show" part be without the show?





Afterwards, was mini-golf! I won by sheer luck. Or force. Whatever. It was a good time but kind of boring in a mini-golf kind of way.

They ended up taking us to what I believe was the end of the island (or possibly a cult-town) for the bonfire. It was a good time because someone had a guitar and they were playing songs I enjoyed (and knew sign language to!). I'm pretty sure though that everyone thinks that Robyn, Meagan and S'ville Girl are all mad hatters though.




Here's where I'd like to say, true friends get in a box (that was previously filled with rum) when you ask them to.


And now I leave you with the many faces of Dave:

I am not a force to be reckoned with.

This is a live from David's laptop update!

Exciting.

So today is two-thirds over, Sociology test is done (not as hard as I thought, but the essay was challenging), Anthro is in check (I stayed awake today thanks to a drug-free Sarah), all that's left is Poli Sci with the hot Prof and the even hotter guy next to me. Yay.

Apparently I have an Anthro test this coming Wednesday which sucks ass because he doesn't even grade them or something. Maybe that isn't a bad thing since he did catch me sleeping yesterday and might have been biased. :/

Today Cheryl and I really bonded (Cheryl being the older lady who sits next to me in Anthro). She is so awesome, we were talking about what our names mean (I pulled out the old Sarah means princess thing), and she was like "Cheryl means true love, but I guess that can't be too true. I've been divorced twice!" Totally almost peed my pants.

She explained that she started University thirteen years ago but decided to take the time off to raise her daughter. I think that is so awesome, first to take the time to raise her daughter (instead of doing the juggling act) and second to come back. I felt very inspired.

I am so hungry right now, but I'm in the library so I shant be eating anything here.

Tonight is night two of SASF, and night two of dining with the McWhitesons. Meagan's parents will be there. . . Treasure.

A mini mini-golf challenge has been issued from Meagan, she seems to think she is all supreme when it concerns that task of golfing small. My money is on Robyn. HAH.

Oh man, totally going to sneak a granola bar, watch this stealth move, Batman.

Knives don't have your back.

I am so studied out at this moment, I want to cry because I don't feel any more knowing about Sociology. I'm going to wake up super early and make my way to the QEII before class for at least another hour of study. Why, Mr. British-Poppy, must you kill me with your tests!

Just a quick question: What is the point of space travel? What are we trying to gain by spending billions of dollars on men walking in space? Maybe this money could be used to make a little fund for Pluto, or Ethiopia. Both have been going through tough times.

To anyone who has seen The Grudge: Is the movie about an Asian kid? I don't get it, I just saw previews for The Grudge II and I'm quite confused. So if someone could clear that up for me, thanks in advance.

It is now midnight and the lights are off and I'm in bed. Sleeping for hopefully seven straight hours starts now.

So. Suicide. Check. Divorce rates. Check. Infanticide. Check. Depress. . . Mmm, Sociology.

Pump that area, but don't give into the hysteria.

This week is over half-way through, thank goodness.

Monday night, S'ville gang got together for a little f-u-n. Which meant we didn't go to Signal Hill in the middle of the night. :D

We did however go the Hava-Java (I think). Where I ordered homemade orange juice with carrot in it. It was superrrrr good. It was my first time on Water Street since moving here, so it was nice to actually see the city I'm living in.




We went to Big Bites afterwards, where Matt rose to the challenge of eating two giant B.B. slices. Oh, we also visited our good friend, Winston!





I'd just like to say, a true friend gives you the socks off their feet so you can keep one foot safe with them.


Here is a video from a podcast I subscribe to. He posted this one on September 11th (yeah, I'm late showing it, so what?) and for some reason the song means a lot to me, even though it is done in almost a joking matter.The sky line with the buildings he shoots? It's where the Towers used to be. And he does a comedic podcast, for the record.

Casimir Pulaski Day.

Tonight has been the absolute bomb.

I got home from school around four with the intention of studying my ass off for the English test I have Thursday and the Sociology test I have Friday. For the record, English requires a lot of preparation (studying 7 different poets, say what?).

I. Am. Sick.

So, I decided I'd sleep until my parents got home and then I'd do some studying. I didn't hear them come and ended up sleeping later and waking up even sicker.

I tried to get in a positive mood and went downstairs. My mom was upset which made me apprehensive. She sat me down like I was five and tried to explain life to me.

My Aunt Cora, my most favourite of all relatives, was diagnosed with cancer yesterday. I'm pretty sure I died a little.

My Aunt Cora is my kindred spirit and we've known that since I was really young. Everyone in my family says I should have been her daughter, because of our personality and physical similarities.

It hurts to think about the situation she's in too. She has a son, my cousin, who is a year older than me. His Dad died like five/six years ago, so I know that everyone is thinking "If something happens to Cora. . ."

I really want to call my Nan, but I know she would be really upset (that is if they told her).

So, this night has been a bust. I've been sitting here sneezing and thinking, and most definitely not studying. But I'm doing this entry to get it off my chest and as soon as it is posted I'm going to pee and then get to work.

Dedicated to Leah.

This post is all about Leah, to Leah, for Leah, in honour of Leah.

Dear Leah,

I hear that you are sick. And on the first weekend Mike comes home! :(


I think I'm getting sick too. :( This girl who sits behind me in Anthropology coughed on me for two classes in a row. The lady who sits next to me (forty year old with giant nails, very cool lady) said "That bitch made me sick." And I laugh a lot and thought about how her daughter must feel to have a mom like that (her daughter is eleven and I've seen pictures).

Last Friday we saw Jesus Christ Superstar without you.


I would have invited you, but you know. It was good (for the most part), but Holly and Dave were unable to bridge the awkward gap of religious/non-religious people (try as they might), like I know you would have been able to. P.S. Jesus was fat and the sets were wicked.

I miss our five dollar pizza nights on Mondays (which is what inspired this post since we can't go together).


We go to Big Bite in here, which is okay. But it's no five dollars, and I can't fill up on bread first. If you come in for some random weekend, I'll take you to Big Bite and get your opinion.

That reminds me, Leah, I am going to YC Thanksgiving weekend. So that means you can't come to St. John's then because I won't be there. Spend Monday in Corner Brook instead and save your trip out here for my Michael's BDAY. :D

I don't get how they could have Grad in the gym this year, that would be so super-tacky. Nicole is one tough something, so she'll make sure Leah can wear her internet-inspired gown in style. I still don't get where Crazy Lady went! Explain!

Which also reminds me, your brother is such a. . . Rebel. It's Moomen's fault I tell you! That kid is bad news. At least you don't have to worry about the whorey grade nine girls being a problem. Joking.

University is okay. My classes are really fun, but the atmosphere is High School to the max. My Poli Sci prof is super hot, but I am totally distracted by the hotter guy who sits next to me, you'd approve.

I missssss youuuuuu. I hope you visit ASAP.

Your "bestest Claire Accessories friend",
Sarah :)

P.S. Holly remains unwed.

I have two pickles.

So. Guess who has their own un-stolen internet?! ME. Yay. Expect posts more frequently now.

So this week(end) has been a barrage attention-grabbing activities. Holly, Robert, Dave and I found a replacement for The Bean. We also decided that Robert imitating his Grandmother's piano playing is strictly prohibited on the grounds that it makes root beer come out of my nose.

It's fun bonding because we're all so lonely.



Friday night was opening night for SASF (pronounced sass-eff). I was invited to the McWhiteson household for supper! It was a very guarded affair, I was quickly rushed downstairs to be babysat by Josh and Andrew for an hour. Then the bell rang and we were called upstairs.

First course: Kraft Dinner a la Meagan. Complete with meat.
Main course: Chicken nuggets and fries. Complete with a giant patty of meat.
Dessert: Pudding and Jello cups. Complete with a wiener, aka meat.




A big thanks goes out to Meagan and the rest of the McWhitesons. I feel so loved.

After that we headed out to SASF. It was everyone's birthday! Shocking. I had a semi-good time, I'm hoping it was just awkward because it was the first thing. This week it's mini-golf, so we'll see me die on the inside. Other than volley ball, mini-golf is the worse "sport" for me by far.





My friends all seem to have the same agenda. Hah.

Saturday night we bridged the S'ville, CB gap by seeing JESUS CHRIST, SUPERSTAR. So amazingggg (with the exception of Paul), Leah I thought of you the whole time.


Also, I wish the newlyweds well. Congratulations Dave and Josh!


P.S. Someone show this to Robyn like right now. Hah. Got to love the Titanic soundtrack in the background.