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9.07.2006
Crikey!
I woke up Monday morning to hear the news of Steve Irwin's death. I was on holiday, preparing to leave for a Calgary Stampeders game when my step-grandmother told us the news.
Everyone has thrown their two cents into his death, but, to put it simply, it comes down to the fact that his wife lost her husband, his children lost their father, his father lost his son, the environment lost an educator and a protector, animals around the world lost someone who genuinely cared about their well-being and their protection.
Anyone who cares about the welfare of wild animals knows that the Crocodile Hunter was the man when it came to dealing with the unpredictability of their nature, teaching the world that it is not okay to treat them like pets.
My heart goes out to his wife and children and those who worked closely with Steve at the Australia Zoo.
We've lost quite the personality, one we'll most likely not see again.
I woke up Monday morning to hear the news of Steve Irwin's death. I was on holiday, preparing to leave for a Calgary Stampeders game when my step-grandmother told us the news.
Everyone has thrown their two cents into his death, but, to put it simply, it comes down to the fact that his wife lost her husband, his children lost their father, his father lost his son, the environment lost an educator and a protector, animals around the world lost someone who genuinely cared about their well-being and their protection.
Anyone who cares about the welfare of wild animals knows that the Crocodile Hunter was the man when it came to dealing with the unpredictability of their nature, teaching the world that it is not okay to treat them like pets.
My heart goes out to his wife and children and those who worked closely with Steve at the Australia Zoo.
We've lost quite the personality, one we'll most likely not see again.
Poli Sci Major fuq'd @ 5:57 PM
7.31.2006
School's Out Forever
I was on campus today, returning a book to a prof aka my former supervisor aka the guy who drives me nuts when I do see him.
I e-mailed him this morning, a short, brief note asking if he was in his office today. He replied back almost immediately saying he was.
Damn, I thought.
I sucked it up, hopped on a bus a couple of hours later, and found myself at school.
I strolled on in to the admin building, like I'd never even lost a day in the place (especially in that particular building), took a wrong turn, natural instinct pushing me to the third floor where I wandered down that familiar hallway, knowing full well my trip up the stairs was a waste of time and energy.
But there was a sense of being at home in front of that familiar office door. For a second, I smiled remembering the snappy arguments, the singing, the laughs, the stories, the exchanging of movies.
I'm glad I had those few seconds alone. I miss being under that sheltering wing, at the elbow of a mentor, where he would never tolerate a moment of snivelly nostalgia but would, without question, take me under that wing again in a heartbeat.
After my moment of reflection and a conversation with another prof, I made my way back downstairs to the office of the Englishman.
He was in the middle of a brief meeting, but invited me into his office where Star Trek lines were exchanged. I wanted to just drop the book off and run, but he would have nothing of the sort. I sat in his chair and waited, observing how he was -- just a few months ago, he was immobile, wearing a neckbrace, unable to move his left arm.
But he'd lost weight, looked a little rough around the edges, his greying hair not looking as grey.
He was relaxed.
I was happy to see it.
When his meeting was through, he commented on my scabby knee and I had to tell him the not so hilarious story of how I did a faceplant on the pavement because I insist on having my head in the clouds.
He invited me to his place to raid his library, his intentions genuine and sincere, nothing more. He insisted that I keep in touch. I promised I would.
So school may be out and I may be clear in my mind about taking a year off to unfog my mind, but there are still the people who helped and guided me through, giving selflessly of their time, wanting me to contiune with my studies.
Because of them, whether they drove me nuts or made me walk the line, I will go back in some capacity, only after I take my year.
School's not out forever, Alice.
I was on campus today, returning a book to a prof aka my former supervisor aka the guy who drives me nuts when I do see him.
I e-mailed him this morning, a short, brief note asking if he was in his office today. He replied back almost immediately saying he was.
Damn, I thought.
I sucked it up, hopped on a bus a couple of hours later, and found myself at school.
I strolled on in to the admin building, like I'd never even lost a day in the place (especially in that particular building), took a wrong turn, natural instinct pushing me to the third floor where I wandered down that familiar hallway, knowing full well my trip up the stairs was a waste of time and energy.
But there was a sense of being at home in front of that familiar office door. For a second, I smiled remembering the snappy arguments, the singing, the laughs, the stories, the exchanging of movies.
I'm glad I had those few seconds alone. I miss being under that sheltering wing, at the elbow of a mentor, where he would never tolerate a moment of snivelly nostalgia but would, without question, take me under that wing again in a heartbeat.
After my moment of reflection and a conversation with another prof, I made my way back downstairs to the office of the Englishman.
He was in the middle of a brief meeting, but invited me into his office where Star Trek lines were exchanged. I wanted to just drop the book off and run, but he would have nothing of the sort. I sat in his chair and waited, observing how he was -- just a few months ago, he was immobile, wearing a neckbrace, unable to move his left arm.
But he'd lost weight, looked a little rough around the edges, his greying hair not looking as grey.
He was relaxed.
I was happy to see it.
When his meeting was through, he commented on my scabby knee and I had to tell him the not so hilarious story of how I did a faceplant on the pavement because I insist on having my head in the clouds.
He invited me to his place to raid his library, his intentions genuine and sincere, nothing more. He insisted that I keep in touch. I promised I would.
So school may be out and I may be clear in my mind about taking a year off to unfog my mind, but there are still the people who helped and guided me through, giving selflessly of their time, wanting me to contiune with my studies.
Because of them, whether they drove me nuts or made me walk the line, I will go back in some capacity, only after I take my year.
School's not out forever, Alice.
Poli Sci Major fuq'd @ 1:07 PM
7.15.2006
I Returned A Doughnut
Don't fuckin' slam my doughnut into the paperbag, cockface. Christ almighty.
I started to try to take the doughnut out of the bag, but it quickly turned into surgery and the icing peeled off.
So, me being the City employee I am (this job has been great for my self-esteem -- there's a sense of power when you can say, 'It's okay -- I'm with the City.' Arrogant, maybe, but whatever) RETURNED the doughnut.
I went back into Timmy's and told the girl, 'Yes, I'd like to return this doughnut because someone jammed it into the bag.'
Then we both laughed because it was so funny. She even kept the squished doughnut, probably to show newbies how to not package the things.
I got a new doughnut and all was right with the world.
Last night, the BF wasn't home when I went to bed and I quickly discovered I can't sleep without him in the apartment. I got seriously annoyed with myself for being so dependent.
Life was easier when I only had myself (and Bill) to worry about.
However, I love the BF and couldn't imagine life without him at this point.
I'm learning that it's okay to give up some of my independence because I have someone that makes me happy and loved.
Holy crap, that's two posts in two days.
I promise it won't happen again ;)
Don't fuckin' slam my doughnut into the paperbag, cockface. Christ almighty.
I started to try to take the doughnut out of the bag, but it quickly turned into surgery and the icing peeled off.
So, me being the City employee I am (this job has been great for my self-esteem -- there's a sense of power when you can say, 'It's okay -- I'm with the City.' Arrogant, maybe, but whatever) RETURNED the doughnut.
I went back into Timmy's and told the girl, 'Yes, I'd like to return this doughnut because someone jammed it into the bag.'
Then we both laughed because it was so funny. She even kept the squished doughnut, probably to show newbies how to not package the things.
I got a new doughnut and all was right with the world.
Last night, the BF wasn't home when I went to bed and I quickly discovered I can't sleep without him in the apartment. I got seriously annoyed with myself for being so dependent.
Life was easier when I only had myself (and Bill) to worry about.
However, I love the BF and couldn't imagine life without him at this point.
I'm learning that it's okay to give up some of my independence because I have someone that makes me happy and loved.
Holy crap, that's two posts in two days.
I promise it won't happen again ;)
Poli Sci Major fuq'd @ 4:32 PM
7.14.2006
Search Engine Results
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enema appointment
"I'm sorry I said yes"
I've hjad some other interesting hits in the past while, but never bothered to post them.
Fuck, I thought I'd never post again on here, but here I am. I think I need a new blog or something, but I really think I'm just nurnt out from writing. No interest, really.
I had an inkling to write some stuff down on paper a couple weeks ago -- I went as far as rummaging through our storage room (not as scary as the old place, but it's packed full), pulled out all the old notebooks to find the last one I'd written in, found it, read it, wrote a couple sentences, then tossed it aside, bored with it. I think I'm just bored with my writing. I haven't had any inspiration to write any fiction.
But I've been reading.
And gaming.
When I'm not working, I'm doing those two things or sleeping or talking to the BF.
In other news, the BF and I bought a PS2 because I have 5 years of games to catch up on. I just wrapped Shadow of the Colossus and I was mighty impressed with the gameplay -- some of the camera angles were all wrong and the friggin' horse got in my way a few times, so there was much swearing, but other than that the graphics were incredible, the storyline interesting yet vague.
The BF also bought a new computer with the Windows Media Center. I can take screenshots of everything I want now. But I haven't done it because I haven't spent a lot of time on the computer as of late. Bored of that, too.
I think in total, if one adds up the time I've spent on the computer in the last 5 years, it would wind up to be a month, probably more. Ay carumba.
I'm so happy to be done school and to be back in the 'real' world. The BF is working for the university right now and he tells me some of the things these damn profs say and I'm jsut like, 'Who do these assholes think they are?' Just because they have PhDs they think the world revolves around them? That the research they are doing is going to be read by everyone in the world?
The fucking egos.
It's not where I belong. I loved school, but I would not flourish in a life of academia. I'd get frustrated and bored.
I've found a job I love, probably because I'm left on my own to be organized and I have a friend that I'm working with. A lot of fun is had at my new job -- we have a lot of variety. Everything from painting rain barrels to drawing stencils to putting on scavenger hunts to bikeriding to dealing with every age group imaginable. We are never bored.
Alrighty, cool kitties. I'm off.
where did paul coffey get married
anjelica-huston sexiest-man nicholson IANS
vomiting from spoiled rotten expired yogurt
enema appointment
"I'm sorry I said yes"
I've hjad some other interesting hits in the past while, but never bothered to post them.
Fuck, I thought I'd never post again on here, but here I am. I think I need a new blog or something, but I really think I'm just nurnt out from writing. No interest, really.
I had an inkling to write some stuff down on paper a couple weeks ago -- I went as far as rummaging through our storage room (not as scary as the old place, but it's packed full), pulled out all the old notebooks to find the last one I'd written in, found it, read it, wrote a couple sentences, then tossed it aside, bored with it. I think I'm just bored with my writing. I haven't had any inspiration to write any fiction.
But I've been reading.
And gaming.
When I'm not working, I'm doing those two things or sleeping or talking to the BF.
In other news, the BF and I bought a PS2 because I have 5 years of games to catch up on. I just wrapped Shadow of the Colossus and I was mighty impressed with the gameplay -- some of the camera angles were all wrong and the friggin' horse got in my way a few times, so there was much swearing, but other than that the graphics were incredible, the storyline interesting yet vague.
The BF also bought a new computer with the Windows Media Center. I can take screenshots of everything I want now. But I haven't done it because I haven't spent a lot of time on the computer as of late. Bored of that, too.
I think in total, if one adds up the time I've spent on the computer in the last 5 years, it would wind up to be a month, probably more. Ay carumba.
I'm so happy to be done school and to be back in the 'real' world. The BF is working for the university right now and he tells me some of the things these damn profs say and I'm jsut like, 'Who do these assholes think they are?' Just because they have PhDs they think the world revolves around them? That the research they are doing is going to be read by everyone in the world?
The fucking egos.
It's not where I belong. I loved school, but I would not flourish in a life of academia. I'd get frustrated and bored.
I've found a job I love, probably because I'm left on my own to be organized and I have a friend that I'm working with. A lot of fun is had at my new job -- we have a lot of variety. Everything from painting rain barrels to drawing stencils to putting on scavenger hunts to bikeriding to dealing with every age group imaginable. We are never bored.
Alrighty, cool kitties. I'm off.
Poli Sci Major fuq'd @ 8:44 PM
6.06.2006
Why are you so angry?
I did nothing wrong.
Why have you built up these walls? Pushed me away? Stopped calling?
I don't think you even know why.
That day, for once, was about me, what I've done to get where I am, the bullshit I've endured.
It wasn't about you and your one thousand excuses.
I don't want to call you on your shit, but I can't let you get away with it anymore.
I'm strong enough to do it now. I know you hate that. I know you hate the loss of control.
Maybe that's why you've pushed me away?
I haven't forgotten you. I know you think I have, that I have my own life and to hell with everyone else.
But I can't and I won't forget who you are to me.
I want to be there for you.
But I can't when you push me away, when you act like a stubborn child.
There is no talking to you when you're like this.
I know you are proud of me. I know you can't say it because the words may pierce your armor from the inside out.
Heaven forbid you let yourself feel love and let yourself be loved.
You deserve to be loved. Everyone does.
I did nothing wrong.
Why have you built up these walls? Pushed me away? Stopped calling?
I don't think you even know why.
That day, for once, was about me, what I've done to get where I am, the bullshit I've endured.
It wasn't about you and your one thousand excuses.
I don't want to call you on your shit, but I can't let you get away with it anymore.
I'm strong enough to do it now. I know you hate that. I know you hate the loss of control.
Maybe that's why you've pushed me away?
I haven't forgotten you. I know you think I have, that I have my own life and to hell with everyone else.
But I can't and I won't forget who you are to me.
I want to be there for you.
But I can't when you push me away, when you act like a stubborn child.
There is no talking to you when you're like this.
I know you are proud of me. I know you can't say it because the words may pierce your armor from the inside out.
Heaven forbid you let yourself feel love and let yourself be loved.
You deserve to be loved. Everyone does.
*****
The above is something I just needed to get out of my system. Something is going on with someone I care about, I don't know what exactly, perhaps I'll never know.
At any rate, I'm all graduated and now have those two little B and A letters behind my name. BA. Tara the BA.
Graduation day was a great day -- I was surrounded by family and friends, people who I could not have done all this without their love, patience, support.
Linds was here, which was awesome. Her and the BF decorated the apartment for when we got back from the festivities -- the balloons and the Congrats banners are still up and my BA still resides in the green plastic folder it came in.
I returned my graduation gown last week and got my picture with John. Needless to say, all of my former classmates are jealous.
Excuse me while I gloat a little more about it. Nyuk nyuk.
Poli Sci Major fuq'd @ 1:14 AM