Land of the free.

This man, in all its simplicity, makes me want to vomit. Everything that comes from his mouth screams to me 'dictator'.

Very recently, Dubya met with PM Nuri al-Maliki (of Iraq). During their time together Bush stated that American troops were not looking for a "graceful exit", but instead troops would stay until they "get the job done".

A graceful exit, Dubya? Trust me, you cannot be granted one of those now even if you wanted to. You managed to orchestrate a plan that not only killed thousands of your own people, but tens of thousands of innocent Iraqis. I really wonder, how does he sleep at night?

As to "getting the job done" I first heard this quote on the NTV news tonight. When the news announcer said that statement, I heard my Mom say quietly under her breath "idiot". My Mom never voices her opinions about what's going on in the world, so for some reason it made really obvious the insolence of this proclamation.

Other awesome-possum ideas Dubya brought to light? Well how about a trade embargo on luxury items with North Korea? What's next Bay of Pigs II?

This is truly ludicrous:

"The ban list includes some 60 expensive, brand-name items, ranging from yachts, race cars and station wagons to DVD players and television sets larger than 29 inches. . ."

How are you leader of the free world? I just don't get it.

And to top it all off: Holly will never be able to enter an American international airport ever again.

"Scientists at a U.S. weapons laboratory say they have trained bees to sniff out explosives in a project they say could have far-reaching applications for U.S. homeland security and the Iraq war. . ."

For some reason, this makes me want to cry. Life is getting so ridiculous.

And the reason I keep referencing Bush and not America? I decided not to generalize a population, because there are good people out there.

P.S. To come: Sarah's dreammm.

Noobility.

Today was absolute garbage. I'm in a horrible mood. The world is far too cold to be comfortable. And I really want a slice of pizza. :(

Oh thank heavens. I just looked at the clock and it said 9:00pm. I can go to bed soon!

Today we were given just a small taste of what the weather has in store for us this winter. And it blows. I bundled up in my long sleeves, toque and rainbow mittens in hopes of frightening off the cold. It did not work.

Tomorrow is Friday. What the hell? Weeks go too fast (days don't, unfortunately). This weekend is sure to be filled with SASF-going (yee-haw :P), play attending and SARAH SLEAN CONCERTING. Um, wonder where studying fits in?

Anddd in case you missed lunch yesterday and the explosion of canned fruit, my pants will show the damage:


It's not the worse thing that could happen.

Indecision.

My Mom spent a good two hours today harassing me about the RCMP. There was a recruitment session going on in the INCO building on campus tonight. She kept asking me if I was going and so on, and when I told her that I didn't see the point she replied angrily with "I thought that was what you wanted?"

This just makes me laugh. The last five years I've been in constant struggle with my mind because I don't know what I want.

The RCMP was a convenient option. Something to tell people when they asked me what I was doing when I "grew up", it was better than saying "Um, I don't know."

Since when was indecision a problem?

Just watch me.

During the very first class I had in Political Problems, my Prof went over everything we would cover through out the term.

Although everything did sound interesting, one thing did catch my attention. We were going to learn about the FLQ. As weird as it sounds, this made me ecstatic. I've always wanted to learn more about what was deemed the "October Crisis".

Then I discovered I wouldn't learn about anything FLQ until the very last class that he would be lecturing. What a bastard thing to do.

Anyway, that day was today and I am happy to say that I left my class (in a panic because I really had to pee) more informed about the whole subject matter. Way cool.

Who's sleeping in with me tomorrow 'cause Psych is going to blow chunks? Study a test I barely passed? No thanks.

For anyone who is still interested: Today the House voted on PM Harper's motion to declare Quebec a nation within a "united Canada". It was passed. Is Quebec any closer to seperating? No. Does this motion make me sleep any better at night? Not in the least, I'm still one giant scaredy-cat.

"Constitutional experts say the motion carries no legal weight and would be unlikely to give Quebec separatists a lever to extract more political powers from Ottawa. . ."

Scheduling.

So everyone please in the comment's section post a link to their schedules for the Winter Semester! Let's see what's going on. Click the black box up there to see mine. :)

If the earth were a sandwich, we'd get along so well. We could feed everybody, with a piece of ourselves.

For Meagan (and others who’d like to become news-savvy),

I am going to share my deepest darkest secrets: my news sources! Here is where I get my current events:

I think BBC News is my most favourite news website. The articles are always really interesting and well written, and it's very current. Before you jump to conclusions, the BBC does reports about all sorts of places, not just the UK/Europe. Five stars for this website!

For purely Canadian and mostly current news try CBC. I like it because it is Canadian, homegrown news. No real complaints about it.

If you've heard about a news topic (like ohh, the war in Iraq) and want to know more about it, check out the most obvious suggestion Google News Canada. It is wayyy easy to use/navigate (although the articles can sometimes be garbage).

And two of my favourite news/current issues blogs are: Thought Mechanics, it has written articles by the sites owners, plus people can submit articles. It's nice to get a feel for what others are thinking and it's 99% accurate. Also, Guardian Unlimited News Blog. This site is really random with the things they post. I'm not too big a fan of it, but you can find out some really interesting stuff that is going on in the world.

I hope this has helped with your English exam and the expanding of your mind! :)

Separatism.

As of yesterday, it was a month until Christmas. Yesterday was also the day that I finished my Christmas shopping. I never thought I’d see the day. Christmas=Happy money hungry corporations, wonder when it first started to change.

What’s troubling Sarah this week?

Answer: Who is Stephen Harper.

What were you thinking, asshat?! So this term in Canadian Political Problems, we learned about that one time when Trudeau promised Quebec that he would change the constitution and thus in turn they would be recognized as a "distinct society".

Well he didn't keep his promise in the end (thank goodness), but Harper has decided to take us twelve steps back (and the separatist groups in Quebec twelve steps forward) with his little statement he made this past week.

He decided that the House of Commons should:

"recognize that the Québécois form a nation within a united Canada."

Ummm. NO. Very scary words to promise a province (or should I say nation?) that has wanted to leave Canada from almost the beginning.

Confused as to why such a small thing makes me mad? Harper is basically giving Quebec an edge. He is telling them they are different, unique. Which is fine to an extent, but where do you draw the line?

What if suddenly Canada announces conscription? Every able bodied man must go fight in WW3 and defend their country. Quebec says "No, we are our own nation and we have decided to let the rest of Canada fight our battles." How are we to tell them differently? How can we decide what is okay and what is not? They are their own nation, are they not?

Quebec separating scares the frigging crap out of me. With a nation in amongst nations, where would Newfoundland be? It just frustrates me that out of nowhere Harper took it upon himself to change a whole nation (nations?).

No, this isn't the end of the world. Yes, Quebec is still a part of Canada. But for how long?

"Bloc Québécois Leader Gilles Duceppe says Parliament's recognition that the Québécois form a nation will help his fight for Quebec separation. . ."

Too many risks untaken.

Don't got a job but the future's bright.

I decided to take full advantage of the extra ten minutes my Anthropology teacher gave me and write this post.

Yesterday, my Aunt came in from Port de Grave. They (my mom and her) spent the whole day doing shopping-sister-stuff (including taking back my almost perfect comforter :( ). They also picked up my Sarah Slean ticketsss. I am so jacked to see that show.

Recently I've became quite excited with the prospect of going to S'ville. GEEE. I have no idea why since there isn't like a million things to do there. But there's Leah. And Nanny. And Mr. Larade. And Mrs. Best. And friends. And fun. And bonding. And love. GEEE.

The moral of this post? Don't join the KGB and make critical comments about Putin. You might get your ass kicked.

Monolithic dome.

Thank goodness! Monday is over.

Political Science today was sooo interesting. We're learning about terrorism and how it plays out in Canada. I really love learning about stuff like that, plus it's a current event so I know a lot about it (unlike Meech Lake Accord, British Parliament Act etc). Love that course.

Christmas is actually inflicting itself upon me. I'm soooo excited to go home and see Nanny/Poppy and Leah! Speaking of which. . .

HAPPY 86TH BIRTHDAY POPPY!

Aren't you jealous? I frigging hope I get to be half that age. Awesome.

Anyway, back to Christmas. I have most of my Christmas shopping done, which is awesome. I almost always leave it to the last minute, but I know that I have finals and then my trip to S'ville, so shopping has to be done now.

In other news: LMAONADE.

The pornography made me do it.

Holly and I watched Crash tonight. I've seen that movie quite a number of times, it never gets less amazing. I think it should be enforced that everyone has to watch that movie. It will change your life.

My knee is soooo messed up.

I didn't jog today and feel sad/lazy because of it. Promise I will tomorrow, Sketchy Fantasticos who watch for me in the dark.

So, underneath my overwhelmingly pained stomach I have guilt gut. Who'd I hurt? I can't recall.

In other news, I found my old Topsy-Tail. Sweet.

But like seriously. . . It was wicked.

Leah.

Burt.

You.

Are.

Ridiculous.



I still love you though.

So good when it ends.

Today sucked. Wednesdays are my Mondays, that's for sure.

I was full of frustration tonight so I broke out of the house and went for a jog. On sketchy, no street light roads. Classy.

Tomorrow is Thursday, thank goodness. Be nice to me.

And now I leave you with a funny quote from Bones:

"See Bones? The Grave Digger is not God because God does not make mistakes."

"Hmm, I don’t know. He put testicles on the outside, that didn’t seem like such a bright idea."

Superstition: man's religion.

I'm pretty sure 'Dear Mr. Supercomputer' is my new favourite Sufjan song. Just putting it out there.

So today on celebrity Jeopardy they had a category called “New” York. The $1000 question was “St. John’s is the capital of this Canadian province.” and Isaac Mizrahi got it right! He couldn’t believe he got it correct. I’m always excited to see anything about Newfoundland on Jeopardy.

For Meagan: Bog Saget is hosting a new showww! It’s called 1 vs. 100 and it comes on NTV on Friday nights. Now there’s another show where you can get your Saget fix.

Gilmore Girls was a good one tonight (P.S. Did I mention a certain someone is expecting twins on that show?). Rory had a break down because she's finishing up school and she doesn't know what she's going to do with her life. She describes it as a fog.

"Once I move that tassel to the other side I have no idea what I’m going to do."

See Meagan/Holly? We're not alone. Fast-talking Gilmore's are with us.

Yeah, I know, television knowledge overload. Sue me, without classes I resorted to the two channels I have in my possession to keep the crazy at bay. Now I remember why I stopped watching television.

Dedicated to Leah II.

"SARAH I KEEP CHECKING YOUR BLOG OBSESSIVELY EVERY 5 MINUTES AND YOU NEVER POST :( "

- Leah

It looks like it's time for another Leah post!

Dear Leah,

I know I haven't been updating as much as I should be, but I really tried to last night! Blogger was down (you can ask Rob, it's true!) and would not let me on to my account. I hope you can find it in your littlest-hobo-heart to forgive me.

Today was a major piss off for me because I went to campus on two separate occasions for class and both times the Science building was closed. Apparently no one there believes in proper scheduling and organization.

It wasn't a waste of a trip, I ended up getting an Ice Cap out of it. :)


Which brings me to my awesome arrival in S'ville next month. Leah, will hanging out with everyone be a major awkward experience? Will my beautiful surprise party never again be reenacted? I'd get why it couldn't be, but it's still sucky.

I can't believe you asked for Beverley Hills 90210 tooooo! That is so random, we rock. I was going to ask for Dead Like Me as well, but I've seen them all and I don't know if I'd enjoy having them since no more will ever come out. I really want 7th Heaven S1-3 too. :)


Right now I'm reading Paint it Black the new book by Janet Fitch (the same woman who wrote White Oleander). You'd like it, you should ask for it for Christmas too. It takes place in the seventies, an aspect I don't overly-enjoy, but I think it'll suit you.

I can't wait to come home and play in the band. Make sure there's a jazz band practice after Dec. 16th, I want in! Are you doing the piano part again?

Geee, well I have to laze around a bit some more.

Love bunches,
Sarah :)

Kazakhstan.

Last night was great, the end!

Borat pwned me. Like I'm pretty sure you'll pee yourself when you go see it (which I know you will!). A lot of could be taken as offensive ("Which gun is best for killing Jew?") and some of it is downright raunchy (there's a good five minutes worth of scenes where he fights a really big fat man naked), but if you take it with a grain of salt it can be one of the funniest movies you've ever seen.

Sacha Baron Cohen is rocking.

Create post.

One of my favourite quotes from Saved by the Bell is from Lisa Turtle:

"What is art? Are we art? Is art art?"

Which leads me into: who wants to go to The Rooms with me? Ever since we passed it last S'ville night I've been thinking about it. I'd really like to go in and look around. I believe there's a special display as well about Canadian War Brides (don't quote me on that though).

So I checked out their web page and it seems that on Wednesday nights from 6:00 pm to 9:00 pm they have free admission! Soooo am I the only one that wants to go? Humor me here, people.

Last night I went to Holly's res where she cooked (yes, you heard right: cooked) supper for us. The Kraft Dinner was excellent Holly, thanks. Then we took over the television room and watched the ultimate movie: The Breakfast Club.

It was made an even better night because I got to see Grams. Although we didn't get to play cards because I sucked and was asleep by midnight. Way to ruin a person, stupid weekdays.

And now to work on some Anthropology!

Dems take it.

We inherit everything we know from the society around us. Most importantly, our family. Some of us our blessed: two loving and considerate parents. A lot of us aren’t.

These are supposed to be the best years of our lives. I’m just not feeling it.

Brakeing up.

Exams got you down? Need a pick me up? Kelly's here for you once again. :)

Sex puzzles.

So, group rooms at the MUN library? Fun.

And on to the masterpiece:

Today's Psych midterm was ridiculous. The multiple choice (I don't know when it was decided that a-d options weren't enough and they changed it to a-o) pwned me, 54 is four too many at the least.

I failed.

And now on to English. I didn't go last class so it's probably going to be stupid because I won't know what's going on.

I need friends this weekend, does anyone else need friends too? Friday, Saturday night friends?

Here is my advice for the day: A is for Apple. D is for Dung Beetles. V is for Vendetta. I is for Iguana. C is Chile. E is for Envelope.

It's more than I can handle.

"Unfortunately, matthewgood.org has been the victim of a hacker. While we’ve been able to get most of the site’s content from provider back-ups, the design of the site has been permanently lost, as have a few odds and ends."

How sad, what is this world coming to?

Hey. Did I mention? I'm going to see Sarah-freakin'-Slean. :)

I didn't catch any of that.

I decided to take a fifteen minute break from Psych, I deserve it after going at it for the past five hours.

I really have no idea what I just studied. I wrote out thirteen pages of notes (that's how I remember things, by writing it out) and yet I don't think I grasped any of it. Psych sucks, maybe you won't be on my schedule next term?

Speaking of schedules, taking classes out of Thursday and Tuesday is proving to be difficult (didn't you hear? All my classes ended up on TR, not a one on MWF. Super long weekend every week). What to doooo?

This exam is going to fail me, I can feel it. If it does, I'm not taking Psych next year. I hate Psych anyway.

Exam.

Exam.

Um, what was I talking about?

Soap.

I am sincerely sorry that it has taken me this long to get another post out, remember the days of three posts in a twenty-four hour time span? Lovely times.

So many things are taking place in my life, and yet, nothing is truly relevant or worth writing about so I won't bore you with the details.

I feel like lately (and I'm chalking this up to Ze Frank) I've been louder and more confusing. Today I was watching television and they were talking about body types. They said if you could wrap your fingers around your wrist and they overlapped, you had a small frame. If they just touched, medium. And if they couldn't touch at all, large.

With my freakishly small wrist and large man hands, mine most certainly overlapped in the plenty. At this I started complaining at the television, in a semi-frustrated shout I cried "But what about the ones with freakishly small wrists!?" My mother soon after she heard me said I should seek medical attention "It's common knowledge: Televisions can't hear."

Long weekend is coming. How shall you remember the dead? In Remembrance will you: a) Buy a poppy. b) Get your drunk on. c) Party like it's 1979. d) All the above. I know what my answer is.

Tonight Robert and I watched Fight Club (which I purchased tonight along with the Breakfast Club. This particular choice in movie-viewing is probably why this whole post sounds like it's coming from some brain-washed homeless person). In this movie, one of my favourite quotes exist. I remember McKayla reciting it to me years ago. I haven't stopped pondering it yet:

"An entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war. Our Great Depression is our lives."