I was browsing my Blog Links today at work, and I saw this one. I just love that! I've heard that brown is the new black, that pink is the new black, and also that gay is the new pink, but never single is the new black!
I think that will be my new motto... Not that I'm 100% extatic about everything, but I'm totally ready to take it as it comes and I'm excited about what lies ahead for me. I definitely am embracing single life (not in a slutty way or anything), and I think that since I haven't really been single since I as 15, I need a little "heather time".
I am having fun and doing things for me instead of for "us" as they say. So we'll see how it all goes.
So yeah, Single is the new Black!
Monday, October 31, 2005
Sunday, October 30, 2005
The Crack Alley
Ahhhh, yes, the crack alley. What a classy joint. Located in same parking lot as Hooters, you can't really go wrong with the Back Alley. I was inocently minding my own business when my friend Vanessa tells me that we're going to the Back Alley, and that we're dressing up as construction workers.
"ummmm, okay, sounds good!" I reply.
So I rush home, grab my jeans, my runners, and a white beater and run out the door.
About 2 hours later we (me plus 5 friends) are in the parking lot, barganing with the bouncer, who is telling us that our "no-line no-cover" passes are no good. Apparently the radio man is full of shit since he told us we had to be at the bar for 9:30, but the bar tells us it's 9.
We look at the line, and there are probably 200 people in it. What to do, what to do... Naturally, we stroll on over to Hooters, pull up a stool, and order a beer. (and by beer, I mean 3 pitchers.)
(funny side story that goes with Hooters... we look at the gentleman who walked in behind us... he looks creepily familiar... who is it? We realize that he's someone from where we used to work. We say hi to him... and he informs us that he's the manager of that restaurant. It was kind of funny.)
Anyways, back to the story. So after about an hour and a half (this seems like a good time to remind you that WE'RE IN HOOTERS) we look out at the line-up for the Back Alley. It's shorter. So we go and wait in it.
After about half an hour, we get in. Well, there we are, 6 girls all wearing beaters, jeans, hardhats, tool belts, and safety goggles, and we are SURROUNDED by naughty nurses, naughty angels, naughty butterflies, naughty sluts... pretty much anything that involves fishnets and no skirt. (there was also a girl who was wearing a thong, and the rest was naked but painted as a leopard. Woah!) We were slightly out of place, but can I just tell you that we got "talked to" more than any of the naughty girls? It was pretty funny.
The voice of my mother was constantly in my head though, since guys would just walk up with a drink and give it to me, and I kept hearing her say "remember, those little pills that make girls go away with boys can be slipped in very easily!" so I would always say thanks, turn around, and put it down behind me. I also somehow managed to get a cigarette hole burnt through my shirt. How sad!
The night went pretty well... we ended up staying for QUITE a while, then slowly made our way back outside to find a cab. A couple of guys kept trying to get us to go home with them, and we'd all just laugh and turn around... do people ACTUALLY go home wtih randoms at the bar? I honestly can't believe that people do that... but that's my opinion I guess.. Unless it's your boyfriend, seriously, how great can he be if he's picking you up at the Back Alley?
ANYWAYS, we get a cab, with the nicest driver in the world. His name is Ziel, and he's doing his masters in Computer Science at U of C. He was so hysterical and we were chatting the whole way home. I like cab drivers like that! The funniest part was there was a whole huge group of people trying to get a cab, and he drove to the middle of the group and let US go in, not the naughty nurses, butterflies, sluts etc. It was great.
So I got home around 3:30 (the first one, not the second 3:30)... Woke up at 9:30 (the second 9:30 I think...) Made a smoothy, and now I have to get to work!!!
"ummmm, okay, sounds good!" I reply.
So I rush home, grab my jeans, my runners, and a white beater and run out the door.
About 2 hours later we (me plus 5 friends) are in the parking lot, barganing with the bouncer, who is telling us that our "no-line no-cover" passes are no good. Apparently the radio man is full of shit since he told us we had to be at the bar for 9:30, but the bar tells us it's 9.
We look at the line, and there are probably 200 people in it. What to do, what to do... Naturally, we stroll on over to Hooters, pull up a stool, and order a beer. (and by beer, I mean 3 pitchers.)
(funny side story that goes with Hooters... we look at the gentleman who walked in behind us... he looks creepily familiar... who is it? We realize that he's someone from where we used to work. We say hi to him... and he informs us that he's the manager of that restaurant. It was kind of funny.)
Anyways, back to the story. So after about an hour and a half (this seems like a good time to remind you that WE'RE IN HOOTERS) we look out at the line-up for the Back Alley. It's shorter. So we go and wait in it.
After about half an hour, we get in. Well, there we are, 6 girls all wearing beaters, jeans, hardhats, tool belts, and safety goggles, and we are SURROUNDED by naughty nurses, naughty angels, naughty butterflies, naughty sluts... pretty much anything that involves fishnets and no skirt. (there was also a girl who was wearing a thong, and the rest was naked but painted as a leopard. Woah!) We were slightly out of place, but can I just tell you that we got "talked to" more than any of the naughty girls? It was pretty funny.
The voice of my mother was constantly in my head though, since guys would just walk up with a drink and give it to me, and I kept hearing her say "remember, those little pills that make girls go away with boys can be slipped in very easily!" so I would always say thanks, turn around, and put it down behind me. I also somehow managed to get a cigarette hole burnt through my shirt. How sad!
The night went pretty well... we ended up staying for QUITE a while, then slowly made our way back outside to find a cab. A couple of guys kept trying to get us to go home with them, and we'd all just laugh and turn around... do people ACTUALLY go home wtih randoms at the bar? I honestly can't believe that people do that... but that's my opinion I guess.. Unless it's your boyfriend, seriously, how great can he be if he's picking you up at the Back Alley?
ANYWAYS, we get a cab, with the nicest driver in the world. His name is Ziel, and he's doing his masters in Computer Science at U of C. He was so hysterical and we were chatting the whole way home. I like cab drivers like that! The funniest part was there was a whole huge group of people trying to get a cab, and he drove to the middle of the group and let US go in, not the naughty nurses, butterflies, sluts etc. It was great.
So I got home around 3:30 (the first one, not the second 3:30)... Woke up at 9:30 (the second 9:30 I think...) Made a smoothy, and now I have to get to work!!!
Friday, October 28, 2005
Too Much Homework
I bet my frustration with my homework is about the same as your frustration with reading about it. But I need to bitch about it, so I will.
I have too much work. I have 2 papers and an assignment due next week, and I have barely started. I just am bitching about it, and not really DOING anything about it. My other problem is that one of them is in english. This may seem like it's easier, but really, it's not. I haven't handed in an assignment with written words in english since my first semester of my first year. I pretty much have no idea how to write something slightly academic in english. I'm not really sure how I'm going to manage it.
The next week after that I have one more assignment, a paper and an exam, and then I have the mother of all papers due the week after that. Have I mentioned that I have to read 3 french novels by then as well?
It's my own fault, since I decided it would be a great idea to take 5 classes plus a block week, and I decided to do absolutely nothing the entire semester until now, so I really can't complain that much. But I am anyways, so that's that.
I guess I better get on it. Let's see how long it takes me to have a breakdown!
I have too much work. I have 2 papers and an assignment due next week, and I have barely started. I just am bitching about it, and not really DOING anything about it. My other problem is that one of them is in english. This may seem like it's easier, but really, it's not. I haven't handed in an assignment with written words in english since my first semester of my first year. I pretty much have no idea how to write something slightly academic in english. I'm not really sure how I'm going to manage it.
The next week after that I have one more assignment, a paper and an exam, and then I have the mother of all papers due the week after that. Have I mentioned that I have to read 3 french novels by then as well?
It's my own fault, since I decided it would be a great idea to take 5 classes plus a block week, and I decided to do absolutely nothing the entire semester until now, so I really can't complain that much. But I am anyways, so that's that.
I guess I better get on it. Let's see how long it takes me to have a breakdown!
Monday, October 24, 2005
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Par-tay tonight!
Man I hate working on saturday mornings. Well it's not to bad, but I don't like having to get up and go to school like every other day. Oh well, it just means I "study" aka look at things on the internet for 6 hours every week.
Tonight I am going out to celebrate my friend Katie's 21st birthday! And because we are SO classy, we're going to..... wait for it..... Coyotes. (It pained me to write that!) I suggested Hi-Fi, which is a new club downtown by tantra and twisted something-er-rather, which is super fun (live DJ that doesn't play top 40, cheap drinks, no priss bitches), but Katie's never been there and doesn't believe me that it's fun. SO, Coyotes it is. (I guess since it's HER birthday, she gets to pick). I told my mother that I was going there and she just about fell down. Apparently there was some stabbing there last weekend, so she's not SUPER keen on me going. I told her that I wouldn't go up to a group of guys and start shit or anything. I'm not really THAT kind of person... and to me, it's PRETTY obvious who is "involved" in that sort of thing... but she's pretty concerned that there aren't any guys going with us. She said to me "now remember not to leave your drink anywhere, and make sure you don't wander off with any guys!" I wanted to give her a big ole' "thanks tips!" It's all good... hopefully I won't get stabbed, and we'll be good to go!
Anyways, that's my night tonight, and until then I have to study like crazy, read lots of stupid books that I hate, and then tomorrow I have to study more and more and more, and write a few papers and read some more! I am SO sick of school I can't even stand it.
My mum told me I should become a hairdresser on the side. I have ALWAYS wanted to do that, but it's kind of expensive for a "hobby". Maybe after I graduate, I'll do my hair course, travel to french and spanish countries, and do hair. This came about because I was wearing 2 french braids yesterday and she said "how did you make them so nice???" I said "I dunno, I just did them". My mum isn't really very good at hair, and so she was amazed that I could possibly have done french braids on MYSELF and not have them falling halfway off my head. I didn't think it was a great talent or anything, but apparently it is. I have always liked doing hair, and when I'm bored, I always get out the comb, curling iron and spray and go wild on my hair. It's just always been my thing. ANYWAYS, maybe next year I'll start doing hair for real... my hairdresser told me she'd let me apprentice at her salon, and then maybe I'd get to meet a movie star or something!
Anyways, seriously I have to do homework.
Look at me go...
I'm going...
homework here I come...
blech.
Tonight I am going out to celebrate my friend Katie's 21st birthday! And because we are SO classy, we're going to..... wait for it..... Coyotes. (It pained me to write that!) I suggested Hi-Fi, which is a new club downtown by tantra and twisted something-er-rather, which is super fun (live DJ that doesn't play top 40, cheap drinks, no priss bitches), but Katie's never been there and doesn't believe me that it's fun. SO, Coyotes it is. (I guess since it's HER birthday, she gets to pick). I told my mother that I was going there and she just about fell down. Apparently there was some stabbing there last weekend, so she's not SUPER keen on me going. I told her that I wouldn't go up to a group of guys and start shit or anything. I'm not really THAT kind of person... and to me, it's PRETTY obvious who is "involved" in that sort of thing... but she's pretty concerned that there aren't any guys going with us. She said to me "now remember not to leave your drink anywhere, and make sure you don't wander off with any guys!" I wanted to give her a big ole' "thanks tips!" It's all good... hopefully I won't get stabbed, and we'll be good to go!
Anyways, that's my night tonight, and until then I have to study like crazy, read lots of stupid books that I hate, and then tomorrow I have to study more and more and more, and write a few papers and read some more! I am SO sick of school I can't even stand it.
My mum told me I should become a hairdresser on the side. I have ALWAYS wanted to do that, but it's kind of expensive for a "hobby". Maybe after I graduate, I'll do my hair course, travel to french and spanish countries, and do hair. This came about because I was wearing 2 french braids yesterday and she said "how did you make them so nice???" I said "I dunno, I just did them". My mum isn't really very good at hair, and so she was amazed that I could possibly have done french braids on MYSELF and not have them falling halfway off my head. I didn't think it was a great talent or anything, but apparently it is. I have always liked doing hair, and when I'm bored, I always get out the comb, curling iron and spray and go wild on my hair. It's just always been my thing. ANYWAYS, maybe next year I'll start doing hair for real... my hairdresser told me she'd let me apprentice at her salon, and then maybe I'd get to meet a movie star or something!
Anyways, seriously I have to do homework.
Look at me go...
I'm going...
homework here I come...
blech.
Friday, October 21, 2005
My Kitty!
I just wanted to see if I could put an image on a post. I can! I'm excited! My cat's being really cute today, so I decided to dedicate this post to her! And even though Jordan thinks her name is silly, Willow is the cutest most crazy cat ever!
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Multiple Choice Exams are NOT my Friends!
Sigh... Only 63% on my first Transportation Studdies exam. I was pretty prepared for it as well, which makes me sad. I have NEVER been good at multiple choice... When I was in high school my parents decided that it would be a good idea to send me to a "special room" to write my exams because they thought I had test anxiety. I wasn't even anxoius... just bad at filling in the right bubble. So in that special room were a bunch of other people who apparently had difficulties writing exams... people from many different grades and classes. One day, which I was in my special room, someone was getting their exam READ to them. In English (while I was doing an exam in french) and a whole different subject. How, I ask, am I supposed to do well on an exam in FRENCH while hearing someone read a whole different exam out loud in ENGLISH??? When I asked to go out into the hall, I got scolded for not appreciating the opportunity I was getting. How was that better for my sucess than writing in a silent room? Anyways, the moral of that story is don't send your kids to special rooms when they ask you not to... You don't know how terrible it can be!
So yeah, I'm getting a C- in my OPTION course in my last year. GREEAAATTTT! Loves it!
On a lighter note, I got to eat delicious cupcakes today!
So yeah, I'm getting a C- in my OPTION course in my last year. GREEAAATTTT! Loves it!
On a lighter note, I got to eat delicious cupcakes today!
Friday, October 14, 2005
Fixed!!! Kinda...
So I don't really know what was wrong with my blog, but I ended up re-choosing my template and having to customize it all over again. I was kinda frustrated, but oh well. I'm not really sure what went wrong!
So I had a good week. A lot has changed, and I don't REALLY want to get into it all on here, but I feel great. I had a minor melt down today after an inconvenient run-in, but after a few tears I remembered why I did what I did and I feel good again. That sounds very cryptic... Oh well, I'm sure anyone with a brain can figure out what I'm talking about. I think I'm so sneaky, but really, I'm not at all.
I'm going to Carbon, AB tomorrow with my friend Katie to party it up Oktoberfest style. I think there will be some drinking involved, and potentially some red-neck activities. Last time Katie went home, she went dirtbiking, and the time before that, she shot gophers while she was hanging out of a truck window. So hopefully I won't end up with a mullet and some cowboy boots by the end of the weekend!
Friends are amazing by the way, and so are sisters. Even when she's fifty thousand miles away, she still manages to make me feel better. I miss her like CRAZY, but it's all good!
So I had a good week. A lot has changed, and I don't REALLY want to get into it all on here, but I feel great. I had a minor melt down today after an inconvenient run-in, but after a few tears I remembered why I did what I did and I feel good again. That sounds very cryptic... Oh well, I'm sure anyone with a brain can figure out what I'm talking about. I think I'm so sneaky, but really, I'm not at all.
I'm going to Carbon, AB tomorrow with my friend Katie to party it up Oktoberfest style. I think there will be some drinking involved, and potentially some red-neck activities. Last time Katie went home, she went dirtbiking, and the time before that, she shot gophers while she was hanging out of a truck window. So hopefully I won't end up with a mullet and some cowboy boots by the end of the weekend!
Friends are amazing by the way, and so are sisters. Even when she's fifty thousand miles away, she still manages to make me feel better. I miss her like CRAZY, but it's all good!
Monday, October 10, 2005
Cookies!
So I made oatmeal cookies today! I got them from this blog that I fell upon one day. I saw the picture and I HAD to make them. They took me a while but they turned out really well! The icing doesn't look as pretty though... my artistic talents are not all there (as we found out last weekend when I attempted to make wedding invitations). The icing is really sweet though, so I wouldn't necessarily put icing on every cookie. They taste pretty good without them. I made them today when I was supposed to be studying for an exam and writing a paper. I am having some major apathy when it comes to my school work. I can't seem to get anything onto paper, and it really sucks. I have so many things to do, and I just can't get anything done!!! Hopefully I'll get into gear!
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Sad face...
My sister leaves today... I'm sad! I had to say goodbye to her in the bus loop at the university when she dropped me off at school today. That wasn't really ideal, but oh well. I have class tonight and can't miss it, so instead I have to miss seeing her off at the airport. I feel guilty since everyone else is going, but I can't really help it... I hope she understands. I didn't cry when we said goodbye because I was going straight to class and I couldn't go in crying since I went in crying last week... people will start to think I'm some crying freak... (which I am, I guess). But now that I'm thinking about not seeing her until Christmas, I'm getting a little teary eyed. And also when I think about how stressful these past few days have been for her I get sad, since she had to deal with a LOT of things. Anyways, I'm sad... that's really the only point of this post.
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