Mice?

I can't remember where or how I found this website, but I thought I would share it with you. I think they're pretty funny. If only I could read the accompanying text...

This one's for the bad girl/boy...

Do you think this one would make you smarter? (it's supposed to be a brain, though it doesn't look tons like it here.)

Yikes!!! That's all I can really say... (and why aren't there any nipples?)

I think this one's my favourite! Cute!

Procrastinating...

I got 'tagged' by gwhiz2k... and since I don't feel like doing homework right now, I decided to go along with it! The rules are as follows: Remove the blog at No. 1 from the following list and bump every one up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot;

1. Blog By Force
2. Kick in the Pants
3. A Goofy Ass Emotional Chick & Her Prerogative
4. Therapeutic Rants
5. Heather's Randomness

The next step is naming five friends at random to "play" and fill it out, but I don't really want to since I don't want people to feel obliged to do it... If anyone feels like filling it out, then go right ahead!

What were you doing ten years ago?

Ten years ago I was in grade 6... I did ballet and jazz dancing, I played the flute (I was probably getting ready for my christmas concert!), and I was friends with some people I haven't seen in ages, and some people who I still hang out with!

What were you doing one year ago?

One year ago, I was in my third year of my degree and my first year at U of C. I was probably taking about how all my profs wanted me to fail, and I was freaking out about some paper. I had just moved in to my apartment with my sister, and I was probably thinking about how I was going to be with my then boyfriend forever. I rarely hung out with my friends, and I didn't do much besides homework and sitting around. Funny how things change...

What were you doing yesterday?

Yesterday I procrastinated and didn't do much homework, went to my aunts house for my cousin's birthday and had escargots and salmon, went home and had an uncomfortable exchange, and then went to bed.

Five snacks you enjoy:

Popcorn Squares
Rice Cakes and Cheese (melted)
Reese's Peanut Buttercups Blizzards
Cucumbers
Potato Skins

Five songs to which you know all the words:

Any song from The Sound of Music
Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind
With You- Avril Lavigne
Doesn't Remind Me - Audioslave (I actually don't know ALL the words, but I pretend to, and I belt it out like no tomorrow in the car)
Mr. Brightside - The Killers

Things you would do if you were a millionaire:

Buy Clothes and Shoes
Travel. A lot!
Buy my family houses (and me too!)
Get a more decent car...
Pay off debts (this SHOULD be number one, but I know that the first thing I'd do would be buy clothes and shoes... so this one gets demoted.)

Five bad habits:

Procrastination
Not being super great with money
Eating when I'm bored
Not drinking enough water
Forgetting people's birthdays

Five things you like doing:

Going out with my friends
Buying presents for other people
Buying presents for myself
Working out
Cooking

Five things you would never wear again: (never?)

This one is REALLY hard....
Tapered Pants
More than 3 pairs of barrettes in my hair
"Mood" shirts
A one piece snowsuit (memories of peeing my pants at the ski hill when I was young are rushing back to me!)
An ill-fitting bra

Five favorite toys:

My cell phone (some kind of LG something... it flips and has purdy colours on the screen..)
My Nikon Digital Camera
My computer, even though its kind of dying
I don't really know what else... I'm not much of a toy person.

Memories...

Because of the events of late, I've been thinking about my summer "abroad" a lot today. (To fill people in, the summer of 2004 I spent 4 months as a live-in nanny in the francophone town of St. Isidore in the north of Alberta) A few days ago, I got a package from Monique (the mum) and inside??? My Carnaval hoodie, some art work from the boys, and the POPCORN PEANUT CANDY MARSHMALLOW SQUARES!!!! (This delictable desert is the reason for my *weight gain* while I was there... I can't stop eating them!)

The very night before, I had a dream about Monique, so it was kind of a strange coincidence! (And it was her birthday, though I forgot...)

So I've been thinking lots about my summer there and the relationships I made... I can honestly say that I've never met anyone who I related to more in my life... Monique is such an amazing person... If I can be half the mum that she is when I'm older, I know I'm doing a great job. On the flip side, she's still such a fun person to be around... we could sit around, drink beers and talk all night. She isn't JUST an amazing mother to her sons, but a cool fun friend and I am just so lucky to have met her. Her sons are so great too... I learned so much about being a parent and I really learned to appreciate kids. Her husband, Marc, was a really cool guy too... I totally lucked out since I spent pretty much 24/7 with them, we all got along really well! I also met some great friends there. One of them was another person that I instantly "connected" with... (cheesy word, oh well). It's so weird to go somewhere totally unknown and make these "friends for life" and then have to be 8 hours away from them.

So last February, I decided to go to Carnaval, which is a winter festival that is held in St. Isidore with 2 of my friends. We drove up, and were met with this HUGE festival with everything from "claquette" (tap dancing) from all the "yummy mummies" (as their husbands call them) of the town (plus some yummy not-so-mummies) to sleigh rides to cow poop bingo... And the partying... oh the partying. One thing a small town can do is party!!! The first night, after 8 hours of driving, we went to the barn dance... with a live fiddling group playing, an ice bar (the bar was made of ice!) put on my the hockey team, which Marc is a part of so he hooked us up with free drinks, and a whole lot of dancing! I was bombarded with hugs and kisses and more hugs and kisses, and my friends were instantly treated as if they were family. The best part? My "boys" remembered me... even the little one who was not yet two when I left! I never thought I could care about kids that weren't my own so much, but my heart MELT when he ran up to me and grinned!

So the weekend festivities were great... I got to catch up with everyone and I got to get some goodies to take home!

(Katie, Me, and Mo in the picture)

We all ordered hoodies that said "Carnaval de St. Isidore". We had to wait cause they were getting ordered, but not to worry because Marc and Monique were coming to Calgary the next week to catch their flight to Cancun! So we ordered them, and eagerly awaited their arrival!

A week later, at 3 in the morning, a buzz at my appartment door, and there they are, hoodies and popcorn squares in hand! BUT, mine wasn't there because the colour was discontinued, so Mo would e-mail with the other lists of colours. No big deal!

So finally now I get my hoodie, which I'm excited about... I can finally show my St. Isidore pride around Calgary. I grew to really feel like I was a part of the town (which has 300 people, by the way, so not only was I going to a place where I knew no one and they spoke french, I was going to a place where there were only 300 people... fewer than my graduating class!) I have this strange loyalty to St. Isidore, and then my teachers tell me that francophones in Alberta and Manitoba don't care about keeping their french and that they are just assimilating to the anglophone norms, I get all up in their face and tell them "I think not!!!" because I know full well that keeping their french is pretty much their top priority! Imagine a born and raised farm boy voting liberal since they are the only ones who talk about keeping the "frenchness" in the small communities!

I guess I'm just thankful to not have gone to a horribly wretched family to be their slave for 4 months. Everyone I knew that had been a nanny told me horror stories about how they weren't allowed to shower everyday, how they had to stay in their room when the parents were home, and how they were completely miserable for the entire time. (Thanks by the way, for all of those comforting words the day before I left.) I had nannies when I was younger, and I don't THINK they hated it, but I suppose I've never asked them.

This morning I got to talk to Mo on MSN and it was so nice... She's so great to talk to, and she's so caring. She asked me all about how things are since I filled her in on my "life changes" in an e-mail yesterday. When we talk, it doesn't feel like we haven't talked in forever (even though we haven't), and she just knows what I'm talking about... It's great. I guess that's all, it's just great. She's just the best! So Mo, I miss you, and good luck since your baby is DUE TODAY!!!! I hope you don't go into labour in church!

And here's a picture of the hoodie... since I've been looking forward to it forever!

The weather I hate the most...

Wind. I HATE wind. As much as I despise the cold, I would rather have cold than wind. I just can't stand the wind. I don't like it for various reasons, which I have outlined below with the convenience of bullets.

• It blows dust into my eyes. Ouch
• It blows garbage around and onto my legs. This kind of grosses me out.
• It makes my car door slam into me when I'm getting my backpack out of the back seat.
• IT MESSES UP MY HAIR!!! Man do I hate it! I spend good time getting my hair to look the way it does, and then I walk outside and it gets blown around!

Don't get me wrong... I like the weather that comes with chinooks, but could there just be a little less wind? Please?

Just so you all can be impressed, I made this post in HTML... with the bolding, the bullets, and everything! I'm getting HTML clever! (It's really my computer science class that taught me this just 2 days ago... but still!)

Ways to annoy me

Make a PowerPoint presentation SO large that it takes me 15 minutes to open it when I only have half an hour to study and I haven't even looked at that part yet and there's only 15 minutes now and someone walks by and tries to talk to me and ahhhhhh I think I'm going to scream!!!!

Refuse to fit in my backback when I have 3 minutes to run across campus to get to my stupid exam even though you fit before and why aren't you fitting get in you stupid computer!!!!!

Finish the exam in 15 minutes. Come on... can you just pretend that you need to think about things? Just to make me feel slightly better since I'm only on question 19? Please? No? Fine then. Be that way.

Make a bonus question that is actually hard. Where's the bonus in that?

I can't believe I'm sharing this with the internet...

So I'm sitting at my computer, going about my business, and then I suddenly realize what I have in my hair. Of course, I documented it with photographs.

Do you see it???????



I'll give you an other look...



One more try...

It's a scrunchie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A scrunchie! Can you believe it? I thought I was finished with scrunchies after grade 3, when I used to put all my bangs in a scrunchie at the front of my head, and the scrunchie stood about 3 inches above my head and my hair sprouted out of it like a waterfall or a palmtree. But no, at 21 years old, I am wearing a srunchie. What's next? Will I rummage through our old clothes and dig out Kristen's Bow Jeans??? The worst part? I like it! (it doesn't leave bumps in my hair like regular elastics!) Help!

Celebrations!

We decided that since we had a weekend FULL of stupid work to do (we get today and tomorrow off school), we would take an afternoon and relax and have a beverage at the Den. (In case none of you frequent the Den, it's the bar on campus).

I'd like to take a moment to mention that we did NOT successfully get a picture of our hot server, though we did ask him to TAKE one of us. I was quite disappointed.

(This is the one he took of us).

There were lots of people coming and going throughout the day since they had to class etc., but basically we had fun.

If you notice that there's lotion in this picture, well, it's because there is. It's this amazing lotion that's "vanilla sugar" I think, and it's something that you can apparently only get in the states... Anyways we put it on almost every class that we have with Linda (since it's hers) and when we put on the lotion, we normally try on her engagement ring... Some of us like to take the pretending to a new level, which inspired a series of glamour shots taken with hands strategically places and stupid poses... I didn't partake, since someone kindly pointed out that I was the furthest thing from engaged... (it may have been me, so I'm not blaming anyone.) Some of the pictures are horrific, but I won't post them until I ask if I can...

This is Katie, Pablo and me... Pablo is from Mexico and he's a grad student but in one of our classes... he's pretty much the funniest person ever... He entertained us for quite a while.

I pretty much just wanted to post some picture since I took so many yesterday, and I'm getting a new found interest in taking pictures.

That's all for now... I have a HUGE weekend of homework planned, so I just can't wait to get started! Some might say that I'm a tingle with anticipatory delight!

How to make a bad day end well

Yes, that IS a coke float.

Ways to annoy me in two seconds flat

Ask me to make an exception even though there is a large sign stating that we make no exceptions. Unless you are Brad Pitt or just slipped me a twenty, I will not make an exception.

Make me count out $15.00 in quarters, $10.10 in dimes, $3.40 in nickles, and $0.61 in pennies.

Tell me that I seem down these days. I know you meant it in all sincerity, but my sister moved across the country, I broke up with my boyfriend, and I have to write 6 papers by the end of the semester. Excuse me if I'm not, to quote Rachel, kick-you-in-the-crotch-spit-on-your-neck-fantastic.

Go 30 km/hour in a school zone. It's 5:13 buddy, I have somewhere to be.

Tell me that I have a hole in my jeans. I know.

Give me a 1/4 coffee, 3/4 hot chocolate. I CLEARLY asked for 1/2 coffee, 1/2 hot chocolate.

Dig your claws into my arm so hard that you dangle there without me having to hold on to you.

Tell me that I look tired today. It's nice to know that not only do I feel like shit, I look like it too.

It's FRIIIIIIIIDAAAAYYYYYYY!

Yay! I'm so excited!

Except that I have to do homework all weekend... boo!

My friend Steph who is actually from Vancouver, who lived in Calgary, who now lives in Winnipeg for a bit, who is coming back to Calgary in the winter semester, IS COMING TO CALGARY THIS WEEKEND!!! I'm so excited for that! She is going to be here toDAY, and then we'll hopefully go out tomorrow or something, but yeah, I'm pretty excited.

I met her at the Racquet Centre cause she worked there too, and she's my "jewish" friend, cause she's always talking about all these jewish activities, parties, summer camps, dinners... and I always say "oh steph, can I come?" and she replies "ummm, Heather, you're not a jew!" So unfortunately, I can't go to all the fun things she talks about. It's kind of an ongoing joke with me and her that she has jew only things, and I asked her one day "am I allowed to say jew?" and she said "yes, I don't mind that you say jew, but other people might mind." So for any jewish people reading this, I'm not being anti-jewish, but my jewish friend told me I could say jew, so I'm saying it. (I hope this doesn't make me sound really judgy, cause I'm really not... it's just funny because I never knew about the whole jewish community thing, and really, I kind of wish I COULD go...)

Anyways, that was quite the interlude.

So hopefully I get to go out and hang out with her and we'll have fun and it's all good. I can't wait for her to come back to work, because with the exception of 2 people, the racquet centre staff isn't very friendly. We used to have such a cool group of staff (some even worked there when Jordan worked there!), but now they all left, and there are just a few of us who are still actually FUN people and who have personalities... It's kind of a drag. My boss is asking us about what we want to do for the staff party, and I'm thinking to myself "you mean I have to spend time with these people?" I'm sure they're all very nice around their own friends, but they really don't seem fun at all! For all I know they're writing on THEIR blogs that I'm not nice, but oh well. I've tired to be nothing but nice to these people, so there!

Today I'm going to go to career services at the university to get my resume butchered/looked over. I've really been considering trying to get a job with WestJet (it all came from jokes with my sis) and I know that it's SUPER competitive, so I've decided that if I want to have the slightest of chances, I better have a great resume. Hopefully they give me some good suggestions. Also, I thnk my high school guidance councellor retired and became a flight attendant with WestJet, so I might have to give her a call!

I guess that's it', I better run and get my duff to school, so yeah! Have a great weekend! Maybe I'll have other funny bar stories!

New favourite saying!

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!

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!!!

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!

So I'm officially single...

...and it's weird. I don't really know what else to say... it's weird.

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.

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!

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!

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!

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!

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.