rememberances

i remember the first time i heard 'don't look back in anger' by oasis. i was standing in the middle of a disco in england, summer '96. i think i would give up my first born child to see oasis play that song live. it's weird how certain things trigger emotions. each time i hear that song, i'm transported back. and for that, the gallagher brothers will always have a special place in the soundtrack of my life.

turns out zach braff won a grammy for the garden state soundtrack. i heard someone describe that album as the big chill soundtrack for our generation. it's good, but damn. it's not that good. the big chill is like....well, for the lack of better terminology, it's the shit. but garden state is a close second - with extra props for the simon and garfunkel.

i just downloaded the ryan adams cover of wonderwall. i love covers. the HIM cover of 'wicked game' is most likely my favorite, but there are so many more. i think if i was a singer, i'd cover someone like ashlee simpson. i mean, who is going to argue that your version doesn't sound better? zing.

by the way, i love google image search.

crap on a stick

i'm so bored. i don't want to do homework, and i'm even sick of watching tv. none of my friends are home to phone, and i don't even want to sit around and download songs. what the eff is wrong with me? i think i'm coming down with something. i think i'm coming down with a serious case of bitch. however, i'm pretty sure i've already had that for awhile.

i'm so indifferent. the good news is joey and snake from degrassi are coming to louis'. i'm going to go and ask what happened to wheels.

wanted

one roommate to move to new york city with and become pretentious lower east side hipsters. must enjoy concerts, vodka, and constant shopping. must be proficient at subway use, coffee making and cleaning up after oneself. must not stink. inquire within.

it also happens i love this.

will someone rewind the freaking dvd already.

i had to get a shot because i have five elbows

oh my goodness. oh my goodness. not only do i want to by tickets to mcr in march, but freaking stupid cock rock is coming to saskatoon. how am i supposed to get work done with my vagina exploding all over the place with all these concerts? sorry lyn, ky, but it had to be said. i mean crap. holy. freaking. crap.

okay, so i just got back from spring break in victoria. well, actually i just got back from watching pauly shore is dead with the 3.f.b. girls, but that's irrelevent. the week was awesome. you know, staying in your typical five star hotel on the harbour with beautiful weather. a real pain in the rear. i got sick with a cold on monday, so the week was a drug induced haze, topped off with a sudafed and $8 martini combo thursday night. i don't know why people say drugs and alcohol don't mix, when they clearly do. and how.

so there is this part of victoria called saanich. and everytime i drove by a sign that said saanich (which there are alot of, might i add) i thought to myself, "hey shania, want a saanich?". if only the lynnie c was there to understand. my humour was lost on the present company.

i watched part of the grammys sunday. i'll never get those two hours back. it took me pretty much the entire time that lynard skynard played to figure out why jimmy page wasn't playing with them. oh yeah, he was in led zepplin. i turned the tv off after that. what a waste of my time.

this is turning into a random post. well, it started out as a random post. i think it's because i haven't posted in a week, and i have alot to write out. so on to more random items:

i finished the book on the plane today. my favorite line actually made me laugh out loud. a typical line for me to love. i'm sure had i given this book to anyone i know and said read it and find the line you think i'll love everyone would be able to find it. it's when pi is talking about r.p's feces, "...it was as hard as a rock. load a musket with it and you could have shot a rhino." man, i don't know if he meant that to be funny, but dang. that's hilarious. mental images abound, all funny. c'mon. a poop bullet? that's funny.

oh, and in the airport today i heard a kid explain to a man that his brother had to get a needle because he had five elbows. that kid was awesome. especially because he stood at the luggage carousel with his grandpa and pointed to each bag and said "is it that one?" for like fifteen minutes. kids say the darndest things.

it's late. i have to go and dream of scott weiland yelling at me in those low cut tight pants.

farts

i was walking out of school today and this totally hot boy was walking in. as i opened the door and stepped out, my shoe made a huge fart noise. i'm never getting married.

eat it.

whatever. my mom thinks i'm cool.

i had a crappy test. but i deserve it. i didn't study. i blogged, watched serendipity on time-sucking tbs and watched the superbowl. so what. i'm just pissed at the library. it's like every person that brought crunchy food sat by me. stupid miss freaking carrot eater sitting beside me. it's like she had every carrot in saskatoon and was eating it. shut the eff up already. you chew, the sounds echos inside your hollow skull and pisses me off.

not that i'm bitter. and not that i'm studying right now for my exams on thursday. poo on the world. i need a slurpee.

rawrrrrrr

hell yea that's what i'm talking about

soooo hot. want to touch the heinie.

i think tom brady is just a marketing scam to make girls watch football. oh, and you know, to win superbowls. he's done both. what a machine.

buried alive

keane

well, one good thing to come out of the weekend is the snl performance of keane. typical british band - so good. it's so weird how american bands produce such different music than the british boys do. it's like they're all sensitive and mushy on that side of the pond. maybe it's all the rain and bad teeth.

so i have this massive midterm tomorrow, and my studying is going really poorly. it's like i have no motivation at all. and i don't understand what my problem is. i was supposed to get out of the house today again so i could avoid distractions such as downloading songs and blogging, but it seems to have snowed enough outside to cover my midget. i can't even let him outside today because he might get lost.

leaving the house yesterday was a bad idea. as soon as i hit the road, i knew i was being dumb for leaving. but, i managed to make it to the first safe haven, starbucks. after getting my london fog, i forged on to school. i tried to park first of all in a parking lot, but there were no spots, and if i tried to make my own i would never get out of it. so, i backed out of the lot (like a mofo) and drove as fast as i could (to avoid getting stuck) to the underground parkade in the ag. building. just as i was driving in, i noticed the exit to the lot was completely blocked. great. i could get in, but what about when i have to leave? crappers. this leads me to panic, and start to plan how i could spend the night at the university, where i would sleep and what food places would be open so i could eat.

so i have never actually parked in the ag. building. not only am i now worried about how i am going to get out of this freaking parkade, but now i have no idea how to get up to the building i am trying to get to. so, i walk into this mysterious hallway with an elevator - and nothing else. but where are the buttons for the elevator? i mean, is it an elevator to nowhere? not quite. after some quick investigative work, I realize that the button is sneakily hidden. so i get into the creepy elevator and it takes me up to the main level. i then walk through the walkway from ag. to biology, through to a classroom that i will study in for the day. the whole way, my one shoe squeaking. as i sit down, i realize that i have no idea how to get back to my car. i should have left a trail of crumbs or something.

alas, i made it home in one peice. slightly smarter in regards to my studying - and also life skills. i learned that i can pull the elastic band out from inside my hair ties if i get bored enough and really want to.

enough. back to work, slacker. ps - good luck to tom brady today. who cares about the football, the boy is hot.

islands in the stream

i love kenny rogers and dolly parton. their 'islands in the stream' should be played on the radio by law at least four times a day. screw the no repeat work day, how do people work without this song?

i have recently disovered that the queens of the stone age are coming out with a new album. which reminds me of how much i want to have babies with josh homme. oh yeah, and it just so happens that he is also dating my heterosexual girl crush. does that make things weird? i think so. but hot-damn, they are one good couple.

as if anyone cares, but i'm going to make a wild attempt at creating my own panini sandwich for lunch. will my george forman grill simply burn the sandwich to death, or will it be a culinary masterpiece? there is only one way to find out for sure. tune in again next week, for our top headline, 'the pirates of panini - search for the lost mayo'.

one week

in a week from right now, i'll be at tegan and sara. looking ahead, it seems like light years away. i have so much to learn between now and then, it seems insurmountable. woah. what's with the big words? i think i need a drink or something. either that, or i should have been in english. okay, i'm over it. i use one word and i think i deserve the 'effing pullitzer prize. get a grip, and move on.

okay, i'm on. i had this really weird dream last night. i was on this date with some random boy, and at the end of the night we stopped at 7-11. he ran into the store, and i was left in the car, when the parking brake slipped off and i started sliding down this huge hill. i couldn't reach the brake from where i was sitting, so i climbed over to the drivers side and stepped on the brake. unfortunately, it was this old car with rear-wheel drive and i started sliding everywhere, until i came to a stop in this huge snow bank. the car was totally stuck. so i got out and left. flash forward to two days later where i decide to phone this guy and tell him where his car is stuck. hello! i didn't even tell the dude what happened!?!?! wtf. and another thing, i waited two days? sheesh. i'm a bastard. i'm assuming he thought i stole his car, too. that's hilarious. i'm such a rebel.

i'm clearly getting no studying done writing this all down, so i'm going to go. you know, and daydream of the things i'm going to buy over spring break. muwhaaa.

.run ninja. 

wanna be new-york hipster

lately i've been thinking alot about how much i want to move to new york and become super cool. you know, go to lots of live bands, drink import beer and wear vintage. right now, i'm listening to a live recording of andrew wk, drinking enough coffee to kill a small albanian child, and wearing sweatpants. fuck i'm glamourus.

i'm totally obsessing over placebo lately. the dude's voice is awesome. i'm totally amassing this huge list of cd's that i want to buy. a) my chemical romance b) the arcade fire c) paul oakenfold d) every other freaking cd ever made.

i'm totally wired on caffeine. my brain is thinking about ten majillion things and none of them are particularily important or even really complete thoughts. i took this online test to see which famous world leader i am. turns out i'm hitler. i'm sure a few of my friends think this, so alas it may be true. however, i took the test again and i'm also mother theresa. i must be bipolar, or that test is really messed. talk about polar opposites.

so does anyone really read this blog? i've had comments up for awhile, and no one comments. c'mon people. validate me. show me the love. leave a comment, and tell me how self-important i am, because that's all anyone really wants to hear.