i've been made to cry and it's only 9:30 (am)

well, my hopes for evil being the second single off antics came true. unfortunatley, the video is brutal. what could have been an amazing team - the perfect video and perfect song, has turned into a good song that no one will ever hear, because this video will never be played - on account of it makes me want to cry. not only because of the scary puppet, but because interpol will never be given enough credit for their talent. the person who chose this video concept totally fucked up.

i shall find them, and beat them with an angry catfish.

too funny

okay, so i was passing time in my usual way of dicking around on the computer, and came accross a website talking about the 25 worst and most annoying newsmakers of 2004. if you wanna read the whole thing, go here. but for a snippet of my favorite one, check this....

talking about lynndie england, the stupid ho from the pictures torturing prisoners in iraq:

"....[she] has got to be the biggest fucktard in her entire home state of west virginia. and that's saying a lot. perhaps the sloping forehead, narrow eyes and too-dyky-even-for-the-army appearance should have alerted her superiors that leaving her unchaperoned at the abu gharib prison was one of the biggest mistakes of the war..."

fucktard.loves it.

loves it so much, that i'll ignore the fact that canada made it to #12.

you make me want to pick up a guitar / and celebrate the myriad ways that i love you

so happy right now. vile boy not so vile. perhaps it's good karma? in the airport on the way home, i bought this cute boy a muffin because timmy ho's didn't take debit. and alas, now i have arrived home and found out i have a boy myself to hang out with over the holidays.

oh, and the boy i bought the muffin for wasn't totally random, he was who i was sitting beside on the airplane. cute, slightly-gay boy going to school for bible study. not exactly hopelessly good looking smell-good boy, but he did the job. unfortunately, i sat infront of bearded stale-smoke-smelling-man, and behind spastic last-to-board-the-airplane man. anyhoo, after i got of the plane at my connecting airport, i went for a bit of a walk, and decided to go buy a sandwich at tim hortons. turns out plane-boy was in line right infront of me, and we chatted while we waited for our turn. turns out he had no cash, and they didn't take debit, so i bought the poor boy a chocolate chip muffin. just because he was slightly gay and going to school for bible study. who can turn down that? it's like a lost puppy. you just can't turn away.

and now, i'm sitting home enjoying the holidays, drinking chocolate martinis, and holding summer love's phone number, reveling in the pseudo-hug he gave me. the bastard better call me first.

crazy amanda bunkface

one final to go. chim chim chiree.

nothing overly exciting happens to me these days - studying, eating, sleeping and the occasional jeopardy episode. i feel it's educational tv. i learned being cocky and betting 10 g's on a daily double is stupid. v. stupid.

plane leaves 3:45 thursday, i plan on consuming at least one alcohol unit along the way. well, i'd like to think that at least, but i know i'm too chicken to order alcohol on the plane in case i have to pee. heaven forbid i have to use the airplane washroom. i'd rather pee in my pants. seriously. can't wait to see who i sit beside - hopefully it's 'hopelessly good looking smell-good boy' and we get married. will update after the fact. gifts and well-wishes graciously accepted.

updated a whole bunch of cd's to itunes tonight to rock on the ipod all the way home. i really need some new musak - bought the new spin to read, so hopefully i can get some ideas there. i love the killers. i also love icecream.

it's hip it's cool, it's noah's arcade.

well, i haven't posted in awhile due to me being buried in the library under a pile of books. i'm also not likely to post again for another while due to that same pile being put back on tomorrow. but i'll share a few things i've learned over the past few days.

i have learned it is virutally impossible to get any work done in the law library. if some stupid girl's cell phone isn't going off and distracting me, one of the thirty-billion hot guys in law school is walking by me, and i have to look at their ass. no, i can't not look. i transferred over to the natural sciences library, where the students there are fugly. it makes working alot easier. except when really ugly boyfriend and girlfriend start touching each other. they're gross. he snorts all the time, and she has a moustache. there is the occasional cute boy at the nat. sci. library, but he is inevitably a dork. i saw one wearing sorels the other day....who wears sorels willingly after the age of 9?

i have learned that there can be a journal written about pretty much anything. i have spent the past two days staring at 'the journal of vaccum science' (both editions A and B), the 'journal of heterocyclic chemistry', and the 'journal of glaciology' just to name a few. Who reads these? i think i shall set up a hidden camera to try and catch the nerds in their natural habitats. it'll be like a hinterland 'who's who' but with no snow and real people.

eight hours a day in the library has made me think that 'pubicle' would be a funnier term than 'cubicle'. and i now know that 'micturation' is just a fancy word for peeing. try and use it in a sentence.

curiously

i was lying awake in bed last night and wondering...do you think george bush's friends send him dirrty emails? i bet he gets nasty ones from colin powell. you know, nasty porn ones with sounds...and i bet he watches them on his laptop on airforce one. personally, i think it would be totally funny to see the president open up some x-rated email...kinda like how it would be funny to see britney spears fart.

a lifespan with no cellmate

so i'm sitting at my computer trying to pound out some stupid 'vision quest' which is basically my goals and missions for my professional future. it's ending up being a rather large serving of shit with a side of poo. i'd rather be in ibiza at some foam party dancing with carlos d to paul oakenfold, who i imagine would be sweaty, and sipping on some manly drink behind the decks.

i wish i had some interesting story to tell, but sadly my life is one endless train of benign events which are basically excuses for me not to do homework. for example, afternoons wasted watching tlc, free beer nights (friday - huzzah!) and laundry. hopefully friday will produce an interesting chain of events, as i plan to round up the posse and get thoroughly dirrty.

the final countdown is on for the end of the term. looking forward to flying home and being waited on by subservient parents for about half a day until they realize i'm lazy and make me get off the couch and get my own damn diet pepsi. ooh, how i'm looking forward to that half-day of glorious relaxation. i'm also looking forward to getting gloriously caught up on my shopping, half-cut on cosmopolitains, and two hour soaks in the bathtub. why can't life constantly consist of such luxury? perhaps such luxury can only be acheived by me flying to england and hunting down robbie williams. not only is he cute, bad-ass and rich, but he has slept with four out of five spice girls. now that's interesting.