Birthday girl.

Two decades old. Sigh.

Totally tookie.

Dear Holly,

I miss you. And everything reminds me of you. Even my French homework. See?


I wish you could come to my birthday party because it's going to be off the hizzle. But I understand that drama comes before Sarah. Wait. No I don't. GET OUT HERE.

Love,
Schmitty

P.S. I dyed my hair dark bronze-brown.

The quiet world.

In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly a hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

Stayed up a little longer to talk about junior high, bras, and boogers.

I have been reminiscing SO BAD lately. Like hashing out all these old school stories with every friend ever and digging up the pictures that go with them.

This is still one of my favourite photos of all time (taken July '06). My best friend is 4'10" and I am 6'0", yes, DEAL WITH IT. WE ARE NEITHER CHILD NOR MAN.
Man, you look haggard, Holly. And my hair was frigging long.

I love how there are only two people in this world who know why this advertisement is so spectacular.
And look at how young Robert looks in this picture! Stickin' it to the man. I believe Winston Churchill.

Sarah's amazin'.

Sappiest post ever.

I know how Robyn McHugh and I became friends.

My very first semester of university Robyn, Meagan and I were inseparable. We hung out like three or four times a week and I lived at their home always. Not a single moment of those four months did I take our friendships for granted. The three of us made a family.

But second semester I became extremely depressed. Looking back it’s a wonder I kept any of my friends because I ignored and hated on every single person I held dear in my heart. I then ran away from St. John’s (my bitter enemy) and tried to find myself again in Iqaluit.

Because of these drastic changes some of my relationships suffered. Some of them are still suffering. But I did come back from the Arctic a changed person and I was looking for [friend] love again. Problem was it wasn’t looking for me. Holly was gone. David was gone. Robert was in love. Meagan had found Allison. And I was alone.

But there was a girl. And there was a Buzz Light Year doll. And even though I had spent the past eight months ignoring her (as well as everyone else), we befriended one another once again.

Maybe it was easy for Robyn to do this – we had only known each other a year at this point and had no past history to go on. Or maybe, as I believe, Robyn is the sort of person who only comes around once in a blue moon. And when she reached out to me with that life preserving Buzz Light Year doll, I grabbed it for all it was worth.

That was a year ago. Somehow Robyn and I have only known each other for two years. I don’t see how that’s possible seeing as we’ve manage to cram two lifetimes into this small span of time.

Where am I going with this?

When Robyn and I first fell in love, nobody really understood it. I got a lot of “it’s so weird that you guys have become so close” and a shitload of confused looks. So now you get it: Robyn saved my life.

Today is Robyn’s 20th birthday. This will be the third birthday we have spent together, and seeing as she has only had twenty, that’s pretty cool.

So I have written this ridiculously sappy post in honour of this momentous occasion, and I hope you all join in when I wish Robyn THE HAPPIEST MOST AMAZING BIRTHDAY IN THE ENTIRE WORLD.

<3<4<5 always.

Full of these endless rhymes.

I just started watching ANTM season five, and I have made a discovery:
Robyn McHugh has a doppelganger! Isn't the resemblance uncanny?!

Yous a model, Robyn! :D

Make butter for my piece of bun.

Sarah is on meds A, B and now as of today, C. A and B are fine together. But C causes B not to work. And A mixed with C kills Sarah. But Sarah needs meds A and C. WHAT DOES SARAH DO?

Answer: watch Top Model and read about municipal and federal interaction in Canada, all the while pretending that everything is alright.

Mmhmmm.

Scorpio - October 19, 2008

Take care of your home base today, dear Scorpio, both physically and emotionally. See that your bills are paid, and that your bedroom is picked up. Don't forget to clean out the dirt from under your bed, and the demons from inside your mind. Realize that you might be running on someone else's operating disk that got stuck in your hard drive. Make sure you replace it with your own system disk before you continue on.

Take a sad song and make it better.

Now that the election is over a lot of people are still looking at Stephane Dion. Not to be leader of this country. Not even to be leader of his party.

Its been questioned over the past few months if Dion will resign as leader of the Liberal party without ever being elected. Let me just say that this would be VERY abnormal. Actually it has only happened once before, back in 1887 (did you learn about that in Marland's class yet, Dave and Leah?! See his teachings ARE relevant!).

But now the question has turned from if to when. If Dion doesn't step down, he'll probably get the boot during the Liberal's convention. Which really saddens me. The dude is too awesome for those conniving politicians.

And he deserves some respect. Its so Paul Martin-esque of these people to be chasing at the guy's coattails already. CUT HIM SOME SLACK, HIS DOG IS NAMED KYOTO FOR GOODNESS SAKE.

So who's it going to be: Bob Rae or Michael Ignatieff? Ignatieff writes kick ass books but hasn't lived in Canada for the past like thirty years. Bob Rae swam naked with Rick Mercer on national television but is a former NDP-er. Oh, the choices!

Are you sick of me talking about politics yet?


P.S. I totally created that Stephane. I AM SO MANY KINDS OF NERD IN ONE AMAZONIAN SIZED PACKAGE.

Equalization impasse.

Looking at that makes you ache for proportional representation, huh?

Well I can't say I'm surprised. I'm trying to be grateful that Harper only gained a minority, but now it just means we have AT LEAST another year with him. Probably more since the Liberal party is still hanging out in shit land.

And Dictator Danny got his goose egg. I think a lot of people haven't caught on that it means we'll have NO representation from the current government. Expect the roads to get shitty. Literally and figuratively.

I was for the goose egg, don't get me wrong. ABC voters don't have to buy me a birthday present. But it only adds fuel to Harper's and William's whip-it-out-and-measure contest.

But I'm looking to the future! In a few more years, with some experience under his belt, sexy reincarnation man is going to come and save this country like his ol' pops did in the eighties. Oh please come and save us, Justin. :)

I cannot believe he's going to get his goose egg.

Early poll results give me false hope.

As I watch them count the ballots (in Atlantic Canada only so far, because of the time difference), I see this:

10 Liberal (6 Newfoundland)
3 NDP (1 Newfoundland - my district!)
2 Conservative
1 Green
1 Independent

WHAT A PERFECT WORLD. This is why we should separate! I wish the house had representation like this.

But I realize we need all the help we can get right now. We have to head over those conservative prairies... shudder.

Elizabeth May is actually beating Peter MacKay as of this moment! Enjoy it while it lasts for these few minutes, May.

Without a doubt, Harper will end up winning. I just cannot handle the idea of him having a majority government.

Crossfire.

My beautiful Stephenville family and I celebrated Thanksgiving yesterday. What a feast! I would tell you everything we ate, but you would be very jealous of our gluttony.

It was loveliest Thanksgiving I can ever remember having and I am so proud of everyone for not flaking out on it. YOUS BE BEAUTIFUL.

Here is my third generation S'ville family in all their glory. Plus one of Heather 'cause she's too pretty to exclude. :)

From my [Stephenville] family to yours, happy thanksgiving/joyeux d'action de grâces!

Patriarch on a vespa.

Stressful times always it seems. We got a call late last night that my Uncle Nat was missing. He had gone out in his boat early that afternoon and didn't return.

This kind of made me mad, because he is the only one on my Dad's side of the family I actually enjoy spending time with. Honestly, he's the funniest old man in the world.

They found him this morning, thank goodness. Mind you it was after spending all night in his small (and very open) skiff, right on the ocean. The rain and snow didn't help much either.

I'm just bothered by the whole thing.

Luckily I spent all evening with my lovely friends who took my mind off everything.

Though cheap Indian food we could not purchase, we did manage to get some mighty awesome eats at a cafe on Duckworth. Score one for St. John's.

And because it was mentioned (and it makes me lol every time I was it), Robert in a gear.

Get a new life.

I am having a suckfest of a week.

Four midterms in three days. With French consuming my life. Je déteste le français.

I've been feeling ill, a combination of blue curacao, nerves and a lack of fruit and vegetables.

I have the stress of people. Stress creators who create stress because that is all they know how to do. I miss my Gear Street family, makers of happy hearts and light minds.

I miss my effing sign. Some asshole stole my giant Jack Harris sign from the front lawn. IF YOU HATE NDP, GET A RIVAL SIGN. IF YOU LOVE NDP SO MUCH YOU MUST STEAL MY SIGN, YOU WOULD BE DELIGHTED TO KNOW THAT EVERYONE CAN GET A SIGN FOR FREE. And if it was Gerard (who seems to have a thing for stealing signs), well, I am just not impressed.

My mind is full and none of it is happy stuff.

I am having a suckfest of a week.

French penitentiaries.

You're the only one catching hell.

I was going to ask what everyone thought of the leader's debate tonight but then I realized... none of my friends have televisions. What hippies! Allison, fellow tv owner and poli sci major, what did YOU think?

I'd just like to say that Stephane Dion makes me laugh and I hope that I'll be able to find some very cute and VERY frenglish clips on Youtube to share with you. He is really stuck on twins-ing Harper to Bush thing.

One question: why is Duceppe still around? To appease Quebec? It just irks me. The whole Quebec vote going to him and whatnot.

Anyway. I wrote a paper and now I'm going to submit it... 1:30am, yes.

And I am excited for my weekend to see my lovely S'ville family who I have abandoned this week in favor of school work. And I'm excited to Rock Band with Meagan, pick a good song for us to perform together!

I'm just excited.

Sitting at the table doesn't make you a diner.

I cave! I post! Everyone put their guns away.

So the last two weekends I've been a social butterfly and have spent copious amounts of time "partying" and just being in love with everyone around me. Yes you!

I brought my camera to all of these social situations and yet only two pictures were taken. Both of Susan and I at Roberts' party the weekend. And I will not shame us by putting these horrid images on the internet. Liquor and snapshots do not mix.

What have I been up to other than aggravating the misanthrope in me? WELL. HOW ABOUT SCHOOL?!

School is absolutely hating me this year. I have skipped seven of my Deviance classes in a single month. That is how bad this class is. There are too many police studies kids in it. Uniformity at its worst.

But I have yet to skip any other classes which just goes to show how awful this particular class is.

Did anyone go see the candidates debate yesterday on campus? I had class but I really wanted to go because I don't even know who is running for the Green Party in St. John's East.

And did anyone go see DAVID FRICKIN SUZUKI who gave a talk at the A&C yesterday? It was free! Again, I had dumb class. I should have skipped it to see the sexiest Canadian of all time.

Fill me in!