Leah emailed this to me...I think I've posted one on The Shortbus before, but, I'll do it again...
Okay here's what you're supposed to do, and try not to be lame and spoil the fun! Just copy (not forward) this entire e-mail and paste into a new e-mail that you can send. Change all the answers so that they apply to you. Then send this to a whole bunch of people you know, INCLUDING the person that sent it to you. Some of you may get this several times. That means you have lots of friends...
1. What is your full name? Cecilia Catherine Garvey
2. What color pants are you wearing? I'm not actually wearing pants at the moment...
3. What are you listening to right now? the construction men upstairs who interrupted my nap.
4. What was the last thing you ate? a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwhich from Dunkin' Donuts on the way home from the gym.
5. Do you wish on stars? Yep
6 If you were a crayon, what color would you be? caucasian skin colored.
7. How is the weather right now? warm and dark in my bedroom. It was cold and rainy then sunny then rainy again when I was out this morning.
8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Mo. But I've TMed with Mike since then.
9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? love her.
10. How old are you today?Almost 24 1/2. My half birthday is November 13th!!!
11. Favorite drink?Diet Coke...or car bombs.
12. Favorite sport? hockey or women's beach volleyball.
13. Favorite colors? blue
15. Siblings? 2 brothers 2 sisters 1 brother-in-law 1 sister-in-law and a lot of people I consier in-laws even though technically they aren't.
16. Favorite month? May.
17. Favorite food? Jims Steak Out steak and cheese sub. Or a super mighty.
18. What was the last movie you saw? I watched part of Saved and Cry Baby last night with John and Esther
19. Favorite day of the year? May 13th or Dec 24th
20. What do you do to vent anger?cry or take it out on someone who doesn't deserve it, normally.
21. What was your favorite toy as a child? whatever Louis was playing with.
22. Summer or winter?Summer
23. Hugs or kisses? both at the same time.
24. Chocolate or vanilla? depends on my mood.
25. Do you want your friends to e-mail u back? yes...or blog it
26. Who is most likely to respond? Mike...he has nothing else to do :)
27. Who is least likely to respond? Leah...she already did it
28. When was the last time you cried? Last night probably
29. What is under your bed? Boxes I don't want to unpack
30. Who is the friend you have had the longest? besides my sisters? Probably Maggie.
31. What did you do last night? Watched some TV, tried on all my new clothes, considered going out, waited while my friends considered going out, then fell to sleep.
32. What are you afraid of? being alone
33. Favorite flower? lilies
34. Number of keys on your key ring? 4
35. How many years at your current job? about 1/12
36. Favorite day of the week?Saturday
37. What did you do on your last birthday? Went to Chuck E. Cheeses, like every 24-year-old should do, then went downtown.
38. How many states have you lived in?2, and 1 province.
39. How many cities have you lived in?6, if you separate East Aurora and Wales
Friday, October 28, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
BAC
So, I joined the gym. I'm not really sure why...well, yes I am. Someone at the bar last weekend convinced me to. She works there. She got commission because I joined. I'm hoping she'll buy me a drink this weekend when I see her out. But, anyway. All my friends go together and so I decided to finally join them and go. I went on Monday and signed up, spent 45 minutes getting the tour, then 30 minutes on some cardio machine before I convinced Mo we should go to Fuddruckers for burgers (we actually got 1/2 way to Fuddruckers and decided we should go to the mall for halloween costumes first, then we were too tired to deal with people after the mall and wanted to see Prison Break, so we never made it to Fuddruckers...but those burgers and $1 beers sounded SO GOOD while I was "working out".) Tuesday I didn't go because I worked in EA and it's too far away from all the BAC's. But I went back today. I didn't get the 45 minute tour, but I did walk in and immediately see one of my friends. We spent about 20 minutes talking (we walked around, too, so it looked like we were working out...we don't want the trainers to think we're lazy), then she went into a class and I went back to my cardio machine. 35 minutes today with a 5 minute warm-down, then a 30 minute conversation while sitting on a big ball...I think they're actually used for some sort of class, but they work really well as chairs when you're tired, too. And, with the balls as chairs, we could all sit in a circle and talk, unlike on those funny machines...they're all in a row and that doesn't encourage conversation at all...
Sunday, October 16, 2005
New Apartment Update
So, I'm all moved into my new apartment. Well, maybe I should rephrase that...I'm all moved out of my old apartment. I've still got some stuff at my parent's house that I need in order to finish unpacking (at least that's what I'm telling myself so that I don't feel bad that I've been here for 2 weeks and haven't finished unpacking...), but I'm mostly moved in. I love it here. I'm close to my siblings, halfway between the two offices where I work, close to the Wegmans on Amherst, and I can walk to all the fun bars. Not that I have yet, but I could. So far I've driven every night.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
Packing...
Remember how much I hate painting? Well, I think I hate packing even more. At least with painting you get something out of it - you get your walls painted. With packing, all you get is more work. Eventually you have to move everything and unpack! There should be a better way to move stuff...
Thursday, September 22, 2005
It's Funny Because It's True...
I got one of those "You Know You're From Buffalo If..." e-mails the other day...it was the first time I actually thought it was funny. Probably because it was the first time I got one that (#1) I actually read it and (#2) I'm old enough to understand that not everywhere in the world is as "special" as Buffalo...
While living out of town, you've said to your friends....
"back home, you could get a case of Labatts for twelve bucks!"
"back home, you could get a 30 pack of Genny for nine bucks!"
"back home, this house would go for only 80K!"
"back home, you could get a large cheese and pepperoni pizza for seven bucks!"
"back home, the bars close at 4:00 AM!"
"you call this snow?"
"you call this cold?"
"you call this a supermarket?"
"you call these wings?"
"you call this pizza?"
"you call this beef on weck?"
You know that "uppers" and "lowers" aren't drugs.
You take real chicken wings, subs, beer, hot dogs, and pizza back with you after a visit home to Buffalo.
You don't let a blinding snowstorm stop you from driving 70 MPH down the Thruway during rush hour.
You believe snow on Halloween is good because its bound to warm up in November (Moms will say you need the first freeze for Indian Summer).
You hate Genesee Cream Ale, but crave it when you're in another state.
You don't put away the winter clothes, they stay in the front closet year round.
You've fallen asleep waiting for the light to change at the intersection of Niagara Falls Boulevard and Sheridan Drive.
You think the idea of "California pizza" is as sacriligious as cheering on the Miami Dolphins.
You watch the Bills on TV with the sound turned down, and the radio turned to the game.
You still can't say Interstate instead of Thruway when you relocate to another state.
You've been around Buffalo a long time if you've ever called... Bon-Ton - "AM&A's" Kaufmanns - "Hengerer's" or "Sibley's" Quality Markets - "Bells" Buffalo State College - "State Teacher's" Daemen College - "Rosary Hill College" TCI - "Courier Cable" Adelphia - "International Cable" Super Flea - "GEX" (or I.D.S.) Jubilee - "Super Duper "
Half of your friends moved to Charlotte, North Carolina ... and the other half went to Florida.
You use the word "the" before the numbers of expressways, like "The 90", "The 400" and so on.
You save Canadian coins to use at tollbooths and parking meters.
You've held a "wave-a-thon" at four way stop intersections ("No, you go...")
When someone speaks of "family restaurant," you think of names like "The Olympia," "The Hillview", and "Your Host." (not Denny's or Perkins)
You can tell what part of town someone is from because of their accent (especially dem der Chickatavagas town der, an' de Wesside).
You've ever feasted on these treats ... real chicken wings (not "Buffalo
wings") real beef on weck (and you call it "beef on wick") real pizza, with no crust, cut lengthwise into strips (ala "Bocce's"), charcoal broiled hot dogs (ala "Ted's"), Niagara Street clams, Anderson's custard, pierogis, Weber's mustard,St Joseph's day bread, Miller's Horseradish! and washed it down with .. Genessee Cream Ale, in a 16 ounce bottle ("'da pounder") loganberry, Vernor's OV, Labatt's Blue, Visniak or Black Rock pop
You slam on the brakes and slow to a crawl whenever you see the "Village of Kenmore" sign.
You watched Canadian television, just so you could see U.S. shows a day or two earlier than they would appear in the States.
You can make the coins land perfectly in the toll basket at 20 MPH or higher.
You think it's quite acceptable to take a day off work on ... Dyngus Day, St. Joseph's Day, St. Patrick's Day, St. Stanislaus Day, Ash Wednesday, the Monday after a Bills victory.
You use your garage as the living room during the summer, putting a big screen over where the overhead door would be.
You still go to all the neighborhood and ethnic festivals, even though they're really all the same.
You don't really think there's anything wrong with Pat Gambino Ford commercials.
You know the lyrics to .... "You Know We're Gonna' Win That Cup", The Bills "Shout" song, Any song by Rush, Kim Mitchell or Honeymoon Suite, "Talkin' Proud", The Crystal Beach "pay one price" jingle, The Tops "Tops never stops saving you more" jingle, The Sattlers "998 Broadway" jingle, even if you weren't alive when they were still open
You've nearly gotten into fights over topics like.... Malecki vs. Sahlen vs Wardynski vs. Shelly vs. Redlinski vs Zwiegels; Anchor Bar vs. Duff's; Bocce Club vs. Leonardi's; Tops vs.. Wegmans
You go to Niagara Falls for the outlet shopping and the Italian food, not the scenery.
You spend hours planning drives to avoid toll booths.
Your snowblower has more horsepower than your car ... and use it about as often.
You've ever sarcastically said "Fun? Wow!"
One of your friends claims to have known Ani DiFranco, a Goo Goo Doll or Baby Joe Mesi from high school.
You have more than one shovel in your garage.
Your car has more rust than exposed paint.
You stocked up on Malecki hot dogs after you heard the company was going out of business.
Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on the highway.
You know several people who have hit deer more than once.
You often switch from "Heat" to "A/C" in the same day.
You use a down comforter in the summer.
You see people wearing hunting clothes at social events.
You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked.
You carry jumper cables in your car and your girlfriend knows how to use them.
You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.
Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.
You think sexy lingerie is tube socks and flannel pajamas. (YOU MEAN It's
NOT?????)
You know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, construction.
It takes you 3 hours to go to the store for one item even when you're in a rush because you have to stop and talk to everyone in town.
While living out of town, you've said to your friends....
"back home, you could get a case of Labatts for twelve bucks!"
"back home, you could get a 30 pack of Genny for nine bucks!"
"back home, this house would go for only 80K!"
"back home, you could get a large cheese and pepperoni pizza for seven bucks!"
"back home, the bars close at 4:00 AM!"
"you call this snow?"
"you call this cold?"
"you call this a supermarket?"
"you call these wings?"
"you call this pizza?"
"you call this beef on weck?"
You know that "uppers" and "lowers" aren't drugs.
You take real chicken wings, subs, beer, hot dogs, and pizza back with you after a visit home to Buffalo.
You don't let a blinding snowstorm stop you from driving 70 MPH down the Thruway during rush hour.
You believe snow on Halloween is good because its bound to warm up in November (Moms will say you need the first freeze for Indian Summer).
You hate Genesee Cream Ale, but crave it when you're in another state.
You don't put away the winter clothes, they stay in the front closet year round.
You've fallen asleep waiting for the light to change at the intersection of Niagara Falls Boulevard and Sheridan Drive.
You think the idea of "California pizza" is as sacriligious as cheering on the Miami Dolphins.
You watch the Bills on TV with the sound turned down, and the radio turned to the game.
You still can't say Interstate instead of Thruway when you relocate to another state.
You've been around Buffalo a long time if you've ever called... Bon-Ton - "AM&A's" Kaufmanns - "Hengerer's" or "Sibley's" Quality Markets - "Bells" Buffalo State College - "State Teacher's" Daemen College - "Rosary Hill College" TCI - "Courier Cable" Adelphia - "International Cable" Super Flea - "GEX" (or I.D.S.) Jubilee - "Super Duper "
Half of your friends moved to Charlotte, North Carolina ... and the other half went to Florida.
You use the word "the" before the numbers of expressways, like "The 90", "The 400" and so on.
You save Canadian coins to use at tollbooths and parking meters.
You've held a "wave-a-thon" at four way stop intersections ("No, you go...")
When someone speaks of "family restaurant," you think of names like "The Olympia," "The Hillview", and "Your Host." (not Denny's or Perkins)
You can tell what part of town someone is from because of their accent (especially dem der Chickatavagas town der, an' de Wesside).
You've ever feasted on these treats ... real chicken wings (not "Buffalo
wings") real beef on weck (and you call it "beef on wick") real pizza, with no crust, cut lengthwise into strips (ala "Bocce's"), charcoal broiled hot dogs (ala "Ted's"), Niagara Street clams, Anderson's custard, pierogis, Weber's mustard,St Joseph's day bread, Miller's Horseradish! and washed it down with .. Genessee Cream Ale, in a 16 ounce bottle ("'da pounder") loganberry, Vernor's OV, Labatt's Blue, Visniak or Black Rock pop
You slam on the brakes and slow to a crawl whenever you see the "Village of Kenmore" sign.
You watched Canadian television, just so you could see U.S. shows a day or two earlier than they would appear in the States.
You can make the coins land perfectly in the toll basket at 20 MPH or higher.
You think it's quite acceptable to take a day off work on ... Dyngus Day, St. Joseph's Day, St. Patrick's Day, St. Stanislaus Day, Ash Wednesday, the Monday after a Bills victory.
You use your garage as the living room during the summer, putting a big screen over where the overhead door would be.
You still go to all the neighborhood and ethnic festivals, even though they're really all the same.
You don't really think there's anything wrong with Pat Gambino Ford commercials.
You know the lyrics to .... "You Know We're Gonna' Win That Cup", The Bills "Shout" song, Any song by Rush, Kim Mitchell or Honeymoon Suite, "Talkin' Proud", The Crystal Beach "pay one price" jingle, The Tops "Tops never stops saving you more" jingle, The Sattlers "998 Broadway" jingle, even if you weren't alive when they were still open
You've nearly gotten into fights over topics like.... Malecki vs. Sahlen vs Wardynski vs. Shelly vs. Redlinski vs Zwiegels; Anchor Bar vs. Duff's; Bocce Club vs. Leonardi's; Tops vs.. Wegmans
You go to Niagara Falls for the outlet shopping and the Italian food, not the scenery.
You spend hours planning drives to avoid toll booths.
Your snowblower has more horsepower than your car ... and use it about as often.
You've ever sarcastically said "Fun? Wow!"
One of your friends claims to have known Ani DiFranco, a Goo Goo Doll or Baby Joe Mesi from high school.
You have more than one shovel in your garage.
Your car has more rust than exposed paint.
You stocked up on Malecki hot dogs after you heard the company was going out of business.
Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on the highway.
You know several people who have hit deer more than once.
You often switch from "Heat" to "A/C" in the same day.
You use a down comforter in the summer.
You see people wearing hunting clothes at social events.
You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked.
You carry jumper cables in your car and your girlfriend knows how to use them.
You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.
Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.
You think sexy lingerie is tube socks and flannel pajamas. (YOU MEAN It's
NOT?????)
You know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, construction.
It takes you 3 hours to go to the store for one item even when you're in a rush because you have to stop and talk to everyone in town.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
HIPPA ruins all the good posts...
I wish I had something to write about...but I really don't. I'm really busy (well, busy for me - that means I can't sleep all day or lay on the couch and watch TV...I actually have stuff to do while the sun is up,) so you'd think I'd have at least one good story, but unfortunately all my good stories are covered by patient/doctor confidentiality. Normally I don't pay too much attention to that (I'm not a doctor or a patient, so I don't think I really need to), but I'd feel a little weird about posting the stories all over the internet...that might be breaking some rules I should pay attention to.
Monday, September 19, 2005
I was just doing laundry (at my parents house, since I don't have a washer at my apartment...) I put all my whites into the washer, poured the Tide and the fabric softener into the little dispensers, and then grabbed the bleach. My mom bought Clorox and on the outside of the jug it says, "No Splash Gel Bleach." So I took the top off and poured it into the dispenser cup. Well, I poured a bit too fast...it does splash, and it is not a gel. Just so you all know...Clorox lies. And my SMC sweatshirt has new bleachspots.
A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words...
Baby Julia went to her first Bills game last weekend...this was also her outfit yesterday at Ginny's house, where she was the only baby in a Bills jersey, even though there were about 800 baby boys there. She's too cute.
Friday, September 16, 2005
I'm Playing Doctor!
So, I quit my job at Olivers. I got a job at Delish. In the time between Olivers and Delish, I decided I'd work for my dad in his office. I don't like blood, so I was going to set up trays, clean off trays, make coffee, sit around...nothing big. But, I got over the blood, and I'm very very interested in oral surgery. It excites me in a way I can't explain. I love baking and making pastries, but I feel like this is the time in my life when I can make a drastic change if I want to and it won't really hurt anyone. So I quit my job at Delish (I don't know if that's the right word...can you quit before you actually start???) I'm working for my Dad learning how to assist and I'm going back to school next semester to take some science classes. My goal is to beat Louis and become an Oral Surgeon before him. I figure we're about even now...sure, I have a BA, but it's from Canada. He's not working and is already enrolled in classes...I'll keep you updated on the race.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
work work work...
I'm about to be late for work...how is it that, although I've quit 3 jobs in the past 2 weeks, I have less time to sleep and I'm working more?
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Blog Reading
Every time I pick up my computer (yes, I have a lap top...) I have a routine I go through. I sign onto AOL or AIM, then check my AOL mail. Then I check my hotmail. Then I check my favorite blogs:
Mikey
Scott
Lisa
Leah
and occationally
ba start and outgrabes
It makes me sad if no one has posted anything new, even if I was just there 10 minutes earlier and there had been something new. For that reason, this is my new post for them to read.
Mikey
Scott
Lisa
Leah
and occationally
ba start and outgrabes
It makes me sad if no one has posted anything new, even if I was just there 10 minutes earlier and there had been something new. For that reason, this is my new post for them to read.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
I didn't puke!
Today was my first day at Dad's office. I was a little nervous, due to the whole blood thing, but I was assured that I wouldn't even have to go into the rooms where there was blood if I didn't have to. I could just set up trays. So I set up the trays. Well, Lisa set up the trays, and I watched. And then they used the trays. And the trays came back and had to be cleaned off...because they were full of bloody tools and gauze and teeth. I did it. It wasn't so bad. So I went into the surgery room for the next surgery and stood in the corner. I heard all of the noises and saw all of the bloody gauze and teeth but stayed far far away. I was fine. I walked out at the end of the surgery and everything was OK. The next patient was just a simple tooth being pulled. The woman wasn't even being sedated. She just got novicane. Maybe that's why I almost passed out...before there was anything done. Yep. As soon as Lisa picked up the suction thingy, I felt my face get cold and hot at the same time, and I had to hold onto the counter for some support...as soon as I could walk I ran to the table in the back and Annemarie got me some OJ. I wish I could at least say it happened during something bloody and gross...but, nope...I was in the room long enough, but I honestly don't remember Dad getting any tools. I think I was concentrating on standing up....
Monday, September 05, 2005
How much I hate Olivers.
I gave Oliver's my two week notice. I was so excited. I'm so happy to be out of there. Unfortunately, I don't really have another job until the end of October...and I still have rent and other bills to pay. So, what's my solution, you ask? Well, to answer this question properly, I have to go back to my sophomore year in high school...
I'm sitting in Mrs. Warzel's biology class, listening to her talk about something extremely interesting, I'm sure. Then she says the word "movie" and I start paying attention. Maybe we're going to watch a Gumby movie (to understand my thought process there, you'd have to know Mrs. Warzel...she had a slight obsession with Gumby...). So, she puts this movie on and, alas, it's not about Gumby but about some extremely overweight man who smoked 3 packs a day and ate at McDonalds for each of his 8 meals. He had to have some operation that involved taking a vein from his leg and attaching it to his heart. GROSS. I made it to the part where they cut his leg open, then I jumped up, ran to the water fountain in the hall way, and puked all over the floor. Right in front of 3 junior boys, one of whom happened to be the older brother of my homecoming date (this event happened about the week before homecoming...) The boys, of course, looked at me and then walked away. No asking if I was ok or offers to get the nurse or a teacher or anything.
Fast forward a few months. I've gotten over the embarrassment of puking in front of the upperclassmen, but I still can't stand to even hear the word "vein." It makes me want to vomit. My family, of course, loves this and uses it whenever they can. So I'm in health class and we're talking about CPR. I get through the parts about breathing into someone else's mouth, I make it through the tournequit part...but then the teacher starts to talk about getting a nail in the bottom of your foot...I rush out of the room to the water fountain feeling like I might get sick, and instead pass out against the lockers.
So I learn to just zone out whenever teachers start talking about anything gross like blood or veins or internal organs or anything. At pastry school whenever anyone gets cut everyone looks at me to make sure I don't pass out or throw up...nevermind that else is missing a finger.
Now, after hearing all of this, you're probably thinking, "well, the perfect job for her would be something like a librarian." Well, no...paper cuts are too prevalent around all those books. Nanny? Nope...kids bleed all the time. What did I pick? I'm assisting in my dad's oral surgery office...yep. I'm going to stand next to him while he cuts people open and pulls out their teeth. That's how much I hate Olivers.
I'm sitting in Mrs. Warzel's biology class, listening to her talk about something extremely interesting, I'm sure. Then she says the word "movie" and I start paying attention. Maybe we're going to watch a Gumby movie (to understand my thought process there, you'd have to know Mrs. Warzel...she had a slight obsession with Gumby...). So, she puts this movie on and, alas, it's not about Gumby but about some extremely overweight man who smoked 3 packs a day and ate at McDonalds for each of his 8 meals. He had to have some operation that involved taking a vein from his leg and attaching it to his heart. GROSS. I made it to the part where they cut his leg open, then I jumped up, ran to the water fountain in the hall way, and puked all over the floor. Right in front of 3 junior boys, one of whom happened to be the older brother of my homecoming date (this event happened about the week before homecoming...) The boys, of course, looked at me and then walked away. No asking if I was ok or offers to get the nurse or a teacher or anything.
Fast forward a few months. I've gotten over the embarrassment of puking in front of the upperclassmen, but I still can't stand to even hear the word "vein." It makes me want to vomit. My family, of course, loves this and uses it whenever they can. So I'm in health class and we're talking about CPR. I get through the parts about breathing into someone else's mouth, I make it through the tournequit part...but then the teacher starts to talk about getting a nail in the bottom of your foot...I rush out of the room to the water fountain feeling like I might get sick, and instead pass out against the lockers.
So I learn to just zone out whenever teachers start talking about anything gross like blood or veins or internal organs or anything. At pastry school whenever anyone gets cut everyone looks at me to make sure I don't pass out or throw up...nevermind that else is missing a finger.
Now, after hearing all of this, you're probably thinking, "well, the perfect job for her would be something like a librarian." Well, no...paper cuts are too prevalent around all those books. Nanny? Nope...kids bleed all the time. What did I pick? I'm assisting in my dad's oral surgery office...yep. I'm going to stand next to him while he cuts people open and pulls out their teeth. That's how much I hate Olivers.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
I found an apartment! It's perfect. In a great spot - Bryant across from Childrens - the rent is good, I'll have my own bedroom and bathroom but I'll also have a roommate (one of Mike and Lisa's friends lives there now but her roommate is moving out at the end of Sept., then I'll move in). I'm very happy. The only problem with it is that I can't bring Emmett...I'm not getting rid of him. We're too bonded. But I do need someone to foster him for a while until I move into an apartment that takes cats. So, if anyone would like to take care of Emmett for awhile, let me know. My lease in this apartment is only going to be 11 months, so you wouldn't even have him for a whole year.
In other news, I went to Frizzy's for the last Karaoke of the season last night. They had a singing contest, which I did not enter, and a photobooth contest, which I did not mean to enter, but somehow did and won (in the "funniest picture" catagory.) I had to split my prize of $20 in MightyBucks with the other 3 people in the picture, but with $5 in MightyBucks I can still do a lot of damage...so I got to the bar around 10 and promised myself I'd leave around 12 since I had to work today. At 12 I decided that I could leave at 1 since I didn't really have to get up until 9 this morning and I'd still get plenty of sleep. At 1 I decided I didn't need 8 hours of sleep to do my job. At 2 I convinced some of my friends to since 'Cecilia' for me, and couldn't leave until they did. When I left at 3 I wondered why we start working so early in the morning when bars are open so late...and why I'm not a bartender instead of a pastry chef. It seems like a much better job.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
IPod Survey
I found this survey on Mikey's blog. You're supposed to take your IPod or any other music player of your choice, put it on shuffle, and then ask it the questions. The songs it plays are its answers.
What do you think of me, iTunes?
"I'm Still Remembering" by The Cranberries...Ok, so, it's been a while since I've used my IPod...
Will I have a happy life?
"Online Songs" by Blink 182...Do I go by the title and think I need to keep downloading music to be happy, or by the words and see that I'll never be happy? I think I'll download some music...
What do my friends really think of me?
"Mothers of the Disappeared" by U2...I don't have any kids...really.
Do people secretly lust after me?
"Mickey" by Toni Basil...Mickey is so fine, but what about me?
How can I make myself happy?
"Celebrity" by BNL...become one, marry one???
What should I do with my life?
"Breakfast at Tiffany's" by Deep Blue Something...anyone know Tiffany? :)
Why must life be so full of pain?
"Do You Realize?" by The Flaming Lips...the words of this song actually say, "do you realize everyone you know someday will die." I understand where the pain comes from, I was asking WHY!
How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
"Next Time" by BNL...gee, great, thanks.
Can you give me some advice?
"Bye Bye Love" by Simon and Garfunkle...wonderful.
What do you think happiness is?
"40" by Franz Ferdinan...as in drink a 40?
What do you think of me, iTunes?
"I'm Still Remembering" by The Cranberries...Ok, so, it's been a while since I've used my IPod...
Will I have a happy life?
"Online Songs" by Blink 182...Do I go by the title and think I need to keep downloading music to be happy, or by the words and see that I'll never be happy? I think I'll download some music...
What do my friends really think of me?
"Mothers of the Disappeared" by U2...I don't have any kids...really.
Do people secretly lust after me?
"Mickey" by Toni Basil...Mickey is so fine, but what about me?
How can I make myself happy?
"Celebrity" by BNL...become one, marry one???
What should I do with my life?
"Breakfast at Tiffany's" by Deep Blue Something...anyone know Tiffany? :)
Why must life be so full of pain?
"Do You Realize?" by The Flaming Lips...the words of this song actually say, "do you realize everyone you know someday will die." I understand where the pain comes from, I was asking WHY!
How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
"Next Time" by BNL...gee, great, thanks.
Can you give me some advice?
"Bye Bye Love" by Simon and Garfunkle...wonderful.
What do you think happiness is?
"40" by Franz Ferdinan...as in drink a 40?
Saturday, August 27, 2005
If I Could Turn Back Time...
This afternoon after I left work I stopped by Mary's dorm room. It's beautiful, but that's not the point of this entry. The point is, I want to be in college again.
No, I don't want to go to school. I don't want to change my career - my job, yes, but not my career. I don't want to be 18, 19, 20, 21, or even 22-years-old again. But I want to go back to my freshman year in college knowing what I know now. I want to walk into St. Joseph's College Residence knowing that I should go to class and do the reading because it really will make my life easier at the end of the semester - no one can read an entire Sociology text book in one night and expect to pass the exam.
I want to sit around my dorm room drinking 7-Up and Peach Schnapps (Canada never did have any good alcohol...) and watch girly movies and know that my biggest problem is that my roommate might come home with her boyfriend and kick me out at any minute. I want to enjoy the times I spent with my friends more and know that as we get older life gets tougher, and I should have enjoyed those minutes more instead of complaining about insignificant things I can't even remember now.
I wouldn't change everything I did, but I would do everything the same. I would keep the same major, the same friends, stay in the same dorm. But I would be more myself. I wouldn't be afraid to show people what I believe in and how I feel, because I know now that I'm going to tell them sooner or later anyway, and if they're true friends they still love me. I would treasure the pressure of writing a paper at the last minute and enjoy the time I got to spend with my friends during our all-nighters.
As I was leaving Mary's dorm I got into the elevator with a bunch of boys and another girl. One of the boys asked the other girl if she was a freshman, and she said no, she was a senoir. Then he asked me, and I just said no. I didn't tell him it had been six years since I was a freshman, or that the next four years will fly by for him and he should love them because he'll look back some day and wish he was in college again.
No, I don't want to go to school. I don't want to change my career - my job, yes, but not my career. I don't want to be 18, 19, 20, 21, or even 22-years-old again. But I want to go back to my freshman year in college knowing what I know now. I want to walk into St. Joseph's College Residence knowing that I should go to class and do the reading because it really will make my life easier at the end of the semester - no one can read an entire Sociology text book in one night and expect to pass the exam.
I want to sit around my dorm room drinking 7-Up and Peach Schnapps (Canada never did have any good alcohol...) and watch girly movies and know that my biggest problem is that my roommate might come home with her boyfriend and kick me out at any minute. I want to enjoy the times I spent with my friends more and know that as we get older life gets tougher, and I should have enjoyed those minutes more instead of complaining about insignificant things I can't even remember now.
I wouldn't change everything I did, but I would do everything the same. I would keep the same major, the same friends, stay in the same dorm. But I would be more myself. I wouldn't be afraid to show people what I believe in and how I feel, because I know now that I'm going to tell them sooner or later anyway, and if they're true friends they still love me. I would treasure the pressure of writing a paper at the last minute and enjoy the time I got to spend with my friends during our all-nighters.
As I was leaving Mary's dorm I got into the elevator with a bunch of boys and another girl. One of the boys asked the other girl if she was a freshman, and she said no, she was a senoir. Then he asked me, and I just said no. I didn't tell him it had been six years since I was a freshman, or that the next four years will fly by for him and he should love them because he'll look back some day and wish he was in college again.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Buh buh buh buh
Julia was baptised on Sunday. The ceremony was beautiful, short and sweet:
After the ceremony, we all went to Esther and John's house for a party where we were entertained by boys:
Babies,
and Bees:
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Maybe lay off the phone...
I woke up way way too early this morning (thanks to Emmett drooling on me...who knew cats drooled?). As I rolled over I said a silent prayer : "Please God, let me go back to sleep. I need to sleep so I can do well at my interview this afternoon. Please help me do well at my interview. Please let me go back to sleep."
Then I had the oddest dream. God was sitting in a big rocking chair, but I couldn't really see Him, just from His lap down - the rest was covered in clouds. On His lap and in His arms were the cell phones of everyone important to me, and He was rocking them like He would rock a baby to sleep...
Then I had the oddest dream. God was sitting in a big rocking chair, but I couldn't really see Him, just from His lap down - the rest was covered in clouds. On His lap and in His arms were the cell phones of everyone important to me, and He was rocking them like He would rock a baby to sleep...
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