Dear friends,
it would seem I have a virus. The computer sorts. Though I do still have my cold as well (since Boxing Day, and going strong!).
My absence from MSN, this blog, and commenting on other blogs is because I cannot be bothered to put up with the virus nonsense. Formatting my computer is also not an option because my cd drive is filled with super glue. Go me.
And so I'm left to sit and wonder what you're all up to. Unless David wants to be a pal and come to St. John's and fix my computer via USB drive like he did his. But I doubt he will.
One good news tidbit that I do have to share with you all is that I have forsaken the pay-as-you-go plan on my cell phone! I was weary of contracts with tumultuous companies like the non-existent Aliant, but found a loophole that allows me to have unlimited texting and other such perks.
So now I welcome your annoying texts of "what's up?", "i want to open a yarn store", and "i love your pussy". SEND THEM MY WAY.
But alas, I must go nap for this has tired me so. To anyone who missed last night's Merrymeeting party: for shame! Twas a blast like always. But don't worry, were batting a good two or three gatherings a week now, so another shan't be far in the distance.
Yours in love,
Sarah :)
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Saturday, January 10, 2009
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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.
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.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Lundi, mardi, mercredi.
Dear jeudi,
You are the dumbest day EVER and I never remember you when I’m rhyming off the jours de la semaine. Get a life, jeudi, I hate you.
Love,
ANGLAIS Sarah
You are the dumbest day EVER and I never remember you when I’m rhyming off the jours de la semaine. Get a life, jeudi, I hate you.
Love,
ANGLAIS Sarah
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Is it coincidence or connection?
Dear “Brad” who works at the Copy Centre,
I fell in love with you. Sigh. The first guy who tried to help me with my button needs failed miserably. But you knew how to satisfy, Brad.
You showed me how buttons work. You even showed me your button. We bonded.
You told me to e-mail you the template, and I casually added my phone number at the bottom incase there was a “problem”. I’m daring like that, Brad.
You and I were of equal height, a fact I always appreciate. You also had a cute toque, and I’m not even a hat person.
When I came back the next day to pick up my buttons another man was working. How distressing! I said just one word: “buttons?”
“Buttons!” the man exclaimed “Brad, buttons!” he yelled.
Overjoyed.
I had asked for thirty buttons, but you made me thirty-five. “Don’t worry about the extras, I won’t charge you for those.” Oh, Brad. You then gave me a special discount that knocked eight dollars off the cost.
Here was where you were supposed to ask me out.
But you didn’t. I left both happy to have met you and sad that I remained single.
I will assume you have a girlfriend.
Love,
Sarah :)
P.S. Thank you for not asking why I needed buttons with Celine Dion’s face/the Bloc symbol on them.
I fell in love with you. Sigh. The first guy who tried to help me with my button needs failed miserably. But you knew how to satisfy, Brad.
You showed me how buttons work. You even showed me your button. We bonded.
You told me to e-mail you the template, and I casually added my phone number at the bottom incase there was a “problem”. I’m daring like that, Brad.
You and I were of equal height, a fact I always appreciate. You also had a cute toque, and I’m not even a hat person.
When I came back the next day to pick up my buttons another man was working. How distressing! I said just one word: “buttons?”
“Buttons!” the man exclaimed “Brad, buttons!” he yelled.
Overjoyed.
I had asked for thirty buttons, but you made me thirty-five. “Don’t worry about the extras, I won’t charge you for those.” Oh, Brad. You then gave me a special discount that knocked eight dollars off the cost.
Here was where you were supposed to ask me out.
But you didn’t. I left both happy to have met you and sad that I remained single.
I will assume you have a girlfriend.
Love,
Sarah :)
P.S. Thank you for not asking why I needed buttons with Celine Dion’s face/the Bloc symbol on them.
Monday, March 10, 2008
We're not making fudge.
Dear Allison,
I remember the first time I saw you after I moved to St. John’s. It was almost two years ago, the weekend before classes started. I was at Wal-Mart to buy lots of my favourite pens and loose-leaf in preparation for my very first post-secondary class.
I saw you near the electronics section with your mom. I turned to my Mom and said “that was my friend Allison from music camp. Weird, I haven’t seen her in two years.” You didn’t notice me.
My very first Political Science class happened that Tuesday at three o’clock in the afternoon. I sat by myself.
You came in. You sat on the other side of the room.
I was early, like I had been for all my classes. I waited patiently and debated going over and talking to you.
But I didn’t have to; you came over and sat next to me. “I thought that was Sarah Smith from music camp over here” you said to me.
It was me!
We chatted. You told me you were trying to get into music school and had decided to forego it for a Political Science degree. I told you I had discarded my dream of a life of music as well and was doing general studies.
We bonded.
Then Marland came in and thus began my life with him. By the end of that semester I knew I would have to do a Political Science degree as well. He made me want to immerse my life in opinion research and political scandals.
Sometimes I wonder, Allison, how much of a role you played in my becoming a political scientist.
Would I have crushed on Marland’s black tweed coat and sexy blue eyes as much if you hadn’t had been there to giggle with me? Would wedge issues, Diefenbaker and minority governments make any sense without you? How many messages have you received over the past two years with a screaming “ALLISONNN” followed up by one political inquiry or another?
In light of our very first collaborative Political Science presentation tomorrow, I thought I would write this and say: thank you for not killing me, Allison. A lesser person would have surely blocked and deleted me long ago. I promise to thank you in my inevitable politics related books as well.
WE’RE GOING TO ROCK TOMORROW, FUDGE OR NO FUDGE.
Yours in political (and Marland) love,
Sarah :)
I remember the first time I saw you after I moved to St. John’s. It was almost two years ago, the weekend before classes started. I was at Wal-Mart to buy lots of my favourite pens and loose-leaf in preparation for my very first post-secondary class.
I saw you near the electronics section with your mom. I turned to my Mom and said “that was my friend Allison from music camp. Weird, I haven’t seen her in two years.” You didn’t notice me.
My very first Political Science class happened that Tuesday at three o’clock in the afternoon. I sat by myself.
You came in. You sat on the other side of the room.
I was early, like I had been for all my classes. I waited patiently and debated going over and talking to you.
But I didn’t have to; you came over and sat next to me. “I thought that was Sarah Smith from music camp over here” you said to me.
It was me!
We chatted. You told me you were trying to get into music school and had decided to forego it for a Political Science degree. I told you I had discarded my dream of a life of music as well and was doing general studies.
We bonded.
Then Marland came in and thus began my life with him. By the end of that semester I knew I would have to do a Political Science degree as well. He made me want to immerse my life in opinion research and political scandals.
Sometimes I wonder, Allison, how much of a role you played in my becoming a political scientist.
Would I have crushed on Marland’s black tweed coat and sexy blue eyes as much if you hadn’t had been there to giggle with me? Would wedge issues, Diefenbaker and minority governments make any sense without you? How many messages have you received over the past two years with a screaming “ALLISONNN” followed up by one political inquiry or another?
In light of our very first collaborative Political Science presentation tomorrow, I thought I would write this and say: thank you for not killing me, Allison. A lesser person would have surely blocked and deleted me long ago. I promise to thank you in my inevitable politics related books as well.
WE’RE GOING TO ROCK TOMORROW, FUDGE OR NO FUDGE.
Yours in political (and Marland) love,
Sarah :)
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Veganism and hamburgers.
Dear Al Gore,
I am so sorry. I try, you know? I really do. I want to lower my carbon emissions, I mean, who doesn’t?
The milk thing really threw me for a loop in my decision to become vegan. By drinking milk I am not vegan – but it didn’t mean I was going to quit trying! That’s what this whole thing was about, trying to help out the environment a wee bit.
That’s why I feel terrible. When a BBQ was suggested I knew it meant trouble but I went along with it anyway. But when I sin, I go down good and hard. Not just a meat ridden hamburger, but one with cheese on it – dairy cheese. And not just a cheeseburger. . . a bacon cheeseburger.
Put on the shackles! Send me to Syria or worst, your country’s capital. I deserve any punishment you see fit.
And since its confession time. . .
I might have plugged in my television last night. But it was only for an hour! The National on the CBC had a special report about the liquor plebiscite occurring in Kugluktuk, NU. I’m a Poli Sci major for goodness sakes, there’s only so much news I can squeeze out of websites and newspapers! And trust me when I say: Nunavut is never high on the list of things to report about.
So in conclusion, I promise to try harder. Its one thing to accidentally eat a gelatin filled marshmallow. A meaty, cheesy, bacon-y burger tends to be a whole other ball field.
Sincerely your partner in global warming crime fighting,
Sarah :)
I am so sorry. I try, you know? I really do. I want to lower my carbon emissions, I mean, who doesn’t?
The milk thing really threw me for a loop in my decision to become vegan. By drinking milk I am not vegan – but it didn’t mean I was going to quit trying! That’s what this whole thing was about, trying to help out the environment a wee bit.
That’s why I feel terrible. When a BBQ was suggested I knew it meant trouble but I went along with it anyway. But when I sin, I go down good and hard. Not just a meat ridden hamburger, but one with cheese on it – dairy cheese. And not just a cheeseburger. . . a bacon cheeseburger.
Put on the shackles! Send me to Syria or worst, your country’s capital. I deserve any punishment you see fit.
And since its confession time. . .
I might have plugged in my television last night. But it was only for an hour! The National on the CBC had a special report about the liquor plebiscite occurring in Kugluktuk, NU. I’m a Poli Sci major for goodness sakes, there’s only so much news I can squeeze out of websites and newspapers! And trust me when I say: Nunavut is never high on the list of things to report about.
So in conclusion, I promise to try harder. Its one thing to accidentally eat a gelatin filled marshmallow. A meaty, cheesy, bacon-y burger tends to be a whole other ball field.
Sincerely your partner in global warming crime fighting,
Sarah :)
Monday, July 02, 2007
It's that time of year, leave all our hopelessnesses aside.
My Dearest Meagan,
After spending the past thirty minutes working my ass off (literally) on the treadmill, I’ve come to the conclusion that exercise equipment and television do not mix (especially when you are of a reactive personality like I am and have physical responses to what’s happening on TV).
My foot has still not recovered from the last treadmill related incident.
So what is new with me? Pretty much everything I guess considering you haven’t seen me in roughly 76 days. Does that number break your heart like it does mine? The Day Care is going great again, the tumultuous couple of weeks that ruined my psyche awhile back are completely done and over with. Also, on Wednesday I cut back my hours at North Mart (now 65 hours a cheque instead of 80). Basically I go home two hours earlier on week days so I can actually accomplish things like dishes and feeding Scrambles.
I’ve made beautiful friends. I’ve honestly gained a best friend up here and I couldn’t be happier. I can’t remember a time where I’ve got a long with a person so well (which is amazing considering we spend something like 13 straight hours a day with each other). Her name is Sheena, she’s 23 and just graduated from MUN this year with a degree in English. We don’t have the same tastes in ANYTHING and it completely works. I refuse to use the overworked cliché of “opposites attract”.
There are others. There is another. We will discuss this further in a more appropriate setting.
The weather has been great this long weekend, shorts and t-shirts – no lie. Iqaluit absolutely went to town for Canada Day (minus the fireworks of course, as there is 24 hour sunlight). I’m excited to see what will happen for this next long weekend as July 9th is Nunavut day. Throat singing and wicked arts, oh my!
Well it’s only quarter to ten, but there are dishes to be washed and beds to be slept in.
Miss you,
Sarah :)
After spending the past thirty minutes working my ass off (literally) on the treadmill, I’ve come to the conclusion that exercise equipment and television do not mix (especially when you are of a reactive personality like I am and have physical responses to what’s happening on TV).
My foot has still not recovered from the last treadmill related incident.
So what is new with me? Pretty much everything I guess considering you haven’t seen me in roughly 76 days. Does that number break your heart like it does mine? The Day Care is going great again, the tumultuous couple of weeks that ruined my psyche awhile back are completely done and over with. Also, on Wednesday I cut back my hours at North Mart (now 65 hours a cheque instead of 80). Basically I go home two hours earlier on week days so I can actually accomplish things like dishes and feeding Scrambles.
I’ve made beautiful friends. I’ve honestly gained a best friend up here and I couldn’t be happier. I can’t remember a time where I’ve got a long with a person so well (which is amazing considering we spend something like 13 straight hours a day with each other). Her name is Sheena, she’s 23 and just graduated from MUN this year with a degree in English. We don’t have the same tastes in ANYTHING and it completely works. I refuse to use the overworked cliché of “opposites attract”.
There are others. There is another. We will discuss this further in a more appropriate setting.
The weather has been great this long weekend, shorts and t-shirts – no lie. Iqaluit absolutely went to town for Canada Day (minus the fireworks of course, as there is 24 hour sunlight). I’m excited to see what will happen for this next long weekend as July 9th is Nunavut day. Throat singing and wicked arts, oh my!
Well it’s only quarter to ten, but there are dishes to be washed and beds to be slept in.
Miss you,
Sarah :)
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
True stories.
Hi Sarah;
How are you doing this week? I don't have any news so this is probably boring for you.
Darryl phoned on Sunday from the Ottawa airport while he was waiting for his flight to Toronto. How long will he be in Winnipeg?
Today is Tuesday so I guess you're going grocery shopping today. The temp. today in St. John's is 8 degrees and in Iqaluit it's 7 according to Canada A.M. you guys will soon be caught up with us, how sad is that.
Take care and I'll call you later this week.
Love Mom
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RE: Tuesday Morning
Hey Mom,
This week is flying. Just like last week and the week before that. I'm back on the toddler/pre-school side again now and I couldn't be happier. Though some are still trying to stir the unstirable pot (if you know what I mean).
Darryl comes back tomorrow at noon according to Ashley. Though they are having trouble getting out of Winnipeg so it might be delayed. I hope he picked up the things on my Wal-Mart Wish List. Who knew I'd miss the place so much?
I caved in and bought more laundry detergent yesterday. It hurts to pay close to twenty dollars for the little mini bottle. Though I did get it on sale and my fifteen percent North Mart discount.
We will never catch up to you weather-wise because it will always be as windy as hell here (35km today). It's times like this I feel happy for tanning time between jobs. I need to warm my blood again somehow.
I checked my calendar and I haven't had a full day off since June 6th (when I took the time off because of hospital visits and pink eye). It's getting to me so I took this evening off (my first night off from North Mart in almost two weeks). I probably shouldn't have, it's not like I accomplished anything home tonight.
Is Poppy still in the hospital? Did he get back his test results?
Miss you,
Sarah :)
P.S. I did grocery shop. Cereal, Diet Pepsi, Bananas, Milk, Bread, Bagels and Yogurt. There are no surprises with me.
And since you're always curious:
Cereal (Sm. Box) - $8.99
Diet Pepsi (12 case) - $13.99
Bananas (Four) - $2.49
Milk (2L) - $8.97
Bread - $3.19
Bagels - $5.99
Yogurt - $8.89
How are you doing this week? I don't have any news so this is probably boring for you.
Darryl phoned on Sunday from the Ottawa airport while he was waiting for his flight to Toronto. How long will he be in Winnipeg?
Today is Tuesday so I guess you're going grocery shopping today. The temp. today in St. John's is 8 degrees and in Iqaluit it's 7 according to Canada A.M. you guys will soon be caught up with us, how sad is that.
Take care and I'll call you later this week.
Love Mom
-------------------
RE: Tuesday Morning
Hey Mom,
This week is flying. Just like last week and the week before that. I'm back on the toddler/pre-school side again now and I couldn't be happier. Though some are still trying to stir the unstirable pot (if you know what I mean).
Darryl comes back tomorrow at noon according to Ashley. Though they are having trouble getting out of Winnipeg so it might be delayed. I hope he picked up the things on my Wal-Mart Wish List. Who knew I'd miss the place so much?
I caved in and bought more laundry detergent yesterday. It hurts to pay close to twenty dollars for the little mini bottle. Though I did get it on sale and my fifteen percent North Mart discount.
We will never catch up to you weather-wise because it will always be as windy as hell here (35km today). It's times like this I feel happy for tanning time between jobs. I need to warm my blood again somehow.
I checked my calendar and I haven't had a full day off since June 6th (when I took the time off because of hospital visits and pink eye). It's getting to me so I took this evening off (my first night off from North Mart in almost two weeks). I probably shouldn't have, it's not like I accomplished anything home tonight.
Is Poppy still in the hospital? Did he get back his test results?
Miss you,
Sarah :)
P.S. I did grocery shop. Cereal, Diet Pepsi, Bananas, Milk, Bread, Bagels and Yogurt. There are no surprises with me.
And since you're always curious:
Cereal (Sm. Box) - $8.99
Diet Pepsi (12 case) - $13.99
Bananas (Four) - $2.49
Milk (2L) - $8.97
Bread - $3.19
Bagels - $5.99
Yogurt - $8.89
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