Cheap Wednesday

New jeans are the nicest ever. Today I picked up these bad boys. Thanks Echelon!

Bored?

If you're bored a lot lately (like me) or need to procrastinate a lot (like me) you may find some entertainment here.
That is all, exams suck.

Trelawny

12:40am tomorrow? Apparently my facebook predicts the future.

Philosophy.

I'm in the midst of studying for my philosophy of evil exam (it's tomorrow) and I just gotta give props to those old dudes who dedicated their entire lives to thinking. As if they went out with their friends and instead of getting wasted and talking about their mistresses they went out, got wasted and talked about the meaning of life. Or the origins of evil. If I ever go out with the girlfriends and have a meaningful chat about whether or not evil is part of human nature or not I will be sure to give myself a pat on the back.
The dude up top is David Hume. He's my favourite and I just spent the last hour reading about his ideas about evil. The dude was basically one of the first guys to figure out that God wasn't all he was cracked up to be. Pretty deep stuff for a fat dude with awful hair.

November.

I listened to this lots in November:


What can I say, I'm a sucker for Coldplay.

Clementine

Ah, the holiday season. When bells are singing, snow is falling, pipers are piping (apparently), and everyone is holly jolly. Around this time of year clementines come into season (or so i'm assuming because you can never find the fuckers at any other time of year) and many indulge in their sweet, oh so sweet juices. I am guilty of enjoying a clementine or two in my day and must admit I more than enjoy the size, flavour, satisfaction of peeling (Yes, peeling- in grade 3 I became fascinated with Sky MacLeod, the girl in our class who could peel a clementine's skin into a perfect spiral. I was extremely envious as mine always ended up in 100 little pieces despite how hard I tried to copy Ms MacLeod. Keep in mind I also didn't have the patience to colour in the lines in SK so it was probably just in my blood.) and all the other goodness that comes with this sweet treat. The one issue I have with clementines is seeds. Why do some have seeds while others are clean. It doesn't seem fair to give some that burden whilst their box-mates get to enjoy a seed-free life. Seeds ruin the entire experience for me. I hit one and the entire clementine is thrown out immediately. Sometimes im lucky enough to catch them before they're in my mouth in which case I simply discard the tainted piece, but it's when I find out too late- after it's already in my mouth- that i'm just ruined. Something about the seeds grosses me out, even though they're natural. So if I were to ask for one thing for Christmas it would be for Science to figure that out. Surely if they can clone sheep and bring us the iPhone they can figure out a way to abolish the clementine seed entirely.

big leagues

Santogold is playing with the big kids now. I think I like.

Jay-Z (ft. Santogold) - Brooklyn Go Hard (video)

creaming my jersey

Only one more assignment left for the semester and i'm still procrastinating via the interweb.

Cream Your Jersey from john swystun on Vimeo.
I miss this a lot. Spring can be now and i'd be ok with it. Bring me back to Jersey Cream please.

Peehee.

As a female I am very aware of what goes on behind the closed doors of the ladies room. The common occurrence of girls using the facilities in partners or often groups is openly discussed and I'm sure there are many theories as to what goes on behind those doors. But I have to ask, what about the events that take place in the restroom of the opposite sex? I had the opportunity to experience this almost first hand at my job in the summer as I had an excellent view of the sinks in the men's bathroom. I can safely say I've seen close to it all- fights, sweat mark and teeth inspections, hand washing (and lack thereof), and even the occasional toughness check (ie. punch my reflection to see how tough I look).

Where my real curiosity lies is not what happens in front of the mirror, but more the idea behind urinals. Like... why? You don't have urinals in your home, and you sure as hell wouldn't install one if you could just pick them up at your local Sears. Why can't dudes bathrooms just have your plain old stalls? Do guys get too drunk to aim? Is it some sort of ego boosting (or crushing) social activity? Is there a casual conversation initiated by the simple act of relieving oneself? Do you look? Or simply stare straight ahead and pretend the dude beside you isn't there?

I'm genuinely curious. Answers please!

hoss

hoss: Pretty much, a badass.
"Youre such a hoss for doing that."

Turns

Snowboarding is fun and that's really all.

iBLOG

this was quite the process but I have finally managed to log on to this via iPod.its hard as fuck to type so good day. Pictures of our first turns to come.

ChapstiK

I just don't get some people, but I'm pretty happy some aren't right in the head cause this is pure entertainment!

enjoy;



(Thanks to facebook creeping and the Chip sisters for this gem)

ATRAK

Kanye West's own DJ ATRAK & Burton's big cheese tonight at UP on Carling.
Kind of a big deal. Let's go get our dance on.

Boy Phase

My poor mother. At one point in her life she had an adorable 5 year girl old whose hair she could braid and whose nails she could paint:


For a whole year she had to deal with an adorable 10 year old boy who only cared about soccer and wearing baggy t-shirts:


I think it's about time I explained my boy phase. I guess I was a pretty sporty kid; in grade 4 we used to play soccer on the lower field (now that I think about it there was most definitely not an upper field but who's counting fields anyway..) every recess until there was too much snow on the ground. I guess we were the ultimate tom boys. Never wore girly things, never did girly things, never talked about girly things. In grade 4 Hanna came to our school and she had short hair. By the beginning of grade 5 Kelly had cut hers short too, then a bit later Sarah cut hers as well. I guess i'm just a big copy cat cause I was the last to go. I remember it so well, we went to the hair dresser and she cut off like half my hair. My mom made her stop at bob length and attempted to convince me that it was 'SO CUTE!' I clearly was not buying it as I was way to cool for 'cute' and forced the dude to cut it exactly like my brothers.

So there we were: 4 boys in school girl uniforms. Went straight to the boys section of Gap, wore boys bathing suits until mother nature took over, dared each other to pee in the boys bathroom, i'm pretty sure at one point we even picked out boy names and we were absolutely deathly allergic to pink (we actually told people this). My poor mother, she was constantly correcting innocent sales people and old friends when they complimented her on her gorgeous sons. I guess she decided to take action when at the beginning of grade 6 she bought me 2 bracelets. One was red and one was green. I thought they were the shit and immediately started wearing them every day. Soon after my friends who I had followed turned around and followed me all the way to pony tails, tank tops and even pink. I like to take all the credit for the conversion, but I guess I really owe it all to Kelly J for finally stepping up to the plate to get her daughter back on track.



(Sort-of. Grade 7 consisted of the same hairstyle every day: spice girls-esque, two buns on either side of my head. Matching clips on each side. Maybe i should have stuck with the boy thing...)