dead leaves and the dirty ground

i'm so freaking excited for summer. i just finished my last midterm of third year, and the end is in sight. it seems like forever ago that this school year started, but yet the time has flown by. i can't believe that in one short year, i'll be almost done school. you know, done done.

velvet revolver rocked my underwear off. it just flew right off. scott weiland was everything i wanted, and more. rock and f'n roll. yes, scott weiland dancing around with his shirt off was exactly what i needed at a 9:30 on a sunday night. and slash in tight leather pants was exactly what i needed at 9:30 on a sunday night. his shirt was also awesome. and profane. i won't post it here, as to the nature of what it said...but if you're interested let me know...i'll be more than willing to share it with the world.

now for the past four days i've been cramming information about constipation, diarrhea, heartburn, ulcers, and nausea and vomiting into my head. and much more. i had a midterm today that was brutal...but it's over, and i shall celebrate by going to wal-mart and buying myself the new MM&ET cd, which will be so good i may just pee a little in my pants. okay, as if that link wasn't the best ever. did you see that one coming? i bet not. but now you're educated.

i can't wait for all this freaking snow to melt so i can go throw the disk around. i've been wearing capris because i am willing it to be spring. spring is my favorite. napping on the couch is my favorite. i love bunnies.

sour girl

oooooh lordy. just won velvet revolver tickets. do you know what this means? i'll be in the same room as most of guns n' roses, scott weiland, and a whole lotta mullets. i can hardly contain myself.

oh lord. sorry lyn. i have to say it. exploding vaginas!!!!!

grin and bear it

as you can see, i've chosen a new template. that is as a result of me not figuring out how to add in links on the old site, and me procrastinating. more changes to come over the next little while, so bear with me.

i need some meso soup. cause meso sleepy.

dead disco

okay, instead of doing work, i've been downloading music, and listening to long forgotten songs on the itunes.

so far:

snow patrol - run / chocolate / spitting games
kings of leon - tranny
minibar - choked up
matt mays and el torpedo - cocaine cowgirl
misfits - saturday night
metric - dead disco
boy - up in this town / same old song
my chemical romance - it's not a fashion statement, it's a deathwish
nikka costa - everybody's got their something
tori amos - raspberry swirl
yeah yeah yeahs - maps

music is my favorite. i wish i could do nothing but listen to it all day. and all night. oooh yeah.

i knows a sass-talking robot

stupid links not working. poo on links.

i farted, and i think the stench could kill a yak ten yards away.

today, my professor said 'barf-o-rama'. and it was totally appropriate.

i am going to force myself to dream about pete yorn. mmm...pete-a-licious. i'll never get sick of him.

my day was fairly un-exciting, but i got a new, improved, 100% guaranteed or your money back job today. it sounds fun, it has good hours, and may involve cute boys. who am i kidding? it doesn't matter if they're cute. i have a crush on every boy.

Time for bed. Nightaroos

cocaine cowgirl

i'm throwing out a giant huzzah for the new MM&ET cd coming out next tuesday. i'm so excited, i've been thinking about it since i remembered it was happening at 2 this afternoon. that's like 8 hours. surely, that's some kind of record. i mean, who else do you think in the world has been thinking of that for 8 hours this very day? and while in froggy pyjama bottoms? yes, it's official. someone call guiness. and not the beer. i'm going into the books.

oh, and as previously mentioned - by me - i bought the new jack johnson cd yesterday. so good. a big shout-out to B1 and burning the first two discs for me as well. also so good. i had a pleasant day of listening to music and doing work...house cleaning, lab write up, blah blah blah. anyways, long story short, i re-discovered the smashing pumpkins, fell in love with snow patrol, and stubbed my toe twice.

oh, and for all of you's out of town-ers, cjus is the best thing to happen since...well, since radio began. now if only my 15 minutes would get chosen. lord knows if entered enough of them. i'm feeling the last one though. it seems that i always enter my five songs and they end up on the playlist anyways....meh. i already know i'm kick-butt. i don't need it to be confirmed by an anonymous third party.

oh, and why don't you get out of my life and shut up.

i think i'm in love.

i've finally found him. well, not really - i mean, i still have other loves. but jack johnson is definitely my newest love. i bought his cd about 7 hours ago, and i've listened to it about three times already. soooo good.

that is all. more later.

funk

i need it to be summer. right now.

i need to sit on a patio on a summer evening and drink iced tea. i need to run around in a field after a plastic disk. i need to have nights filled with movies with a summer crush. i need to sit in my garage on a lawnchair, watch the sunset and barbeque. i need to sleep in my bed with my crisp white linens and wake up to the summer sun in my room. i need to wake up and buy fresh flowers at the market on a saturday. i need to sit outside in majors hill park and listen to music. i need to stroll downtown. i need to hug my parents. i need to hug my friends. i need to buy some vans checkerboard slip-ons. i need to drive across the country. i need to eat shawarma. i need to walk along the canal, smell the tulips, drive through quebec, go to museums, wear some capris, drink a slurpee, and play some scrabble.

i need a freaking break.

amanda is...

freakishly obsessed with pete yorn. and brode dalle.

frankly confused by the male species. and they said we were hard to figure out.

wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. life doesn't get any better.

remembering boston creme donuts. so good.

planning on taking advantage of the free food and alcohol on friday night, but never working for pharmasave. well, unless they give me free alcohol and food while i work for them. during my shifts.

contemplating the fact that jack white is good looking. in a prison-camp kind of way. which is cool. prison-camp is the new rehab.

gonna be your girl.

thinking this summer is going to be totally awesome. in a molest past summer loves kind of way.

asking snoop dogg to record vocals on her first single. woof. what you say j.d.? bling bling, money ain't a thing.

still laughing at the term 'mexican dump truck'. yeah, that's a wheelbarrow. in a racist kind of way.

going to hell.

an ode to my father (part une)

okay, not so much an ode. because, i really don't know exactly what an 'ode' is. and i know i could phone any one of my thousand friends in english and find out, but i'm lazy and they're long-winded.

so about my daddy. he's fun. he likes to cook, build model trains, and sing cyndi lauper. he likes to give me money and make me not tell my mom. sometimes he says bad words, but usually it's because there is water in the basement or the garage. so that's understandable. my daddy also likes to drink wine. but he's not a lush.

my daddy took me to pete yorn in toronto because he loves me. my daddy drives with me from saskatoon to ottawa, then ottawa to saskatoon because he loves me. my daddy buys me pictures of new york for my bedroom because he knows i love new york, and he loves me. my daddy bought me a new douvet cover for my bed to match the walls he painted in my room for me, because he loves me. and my daddy gives me big hugs and kisses because he loves me.

and i love my daddy.

i said bomb at the airport today

today was a most excellent day. it started with a caller at 7:40am and the distinct, 'put the lotion in the goddamn basket' phrase i have come to love. ahh, debbie. you rock my world. totally random calls that make me think i'm being pranked before 8am make my day awesome.

the test-es went well today too. i studied enough that i think i did aight. what else made my day awesome, you ask? well, louis after the exam was good. mmmm, dry ribs. eeew, deep fried mushrooms. talk about turning down the suck louis. blaaaah. but the amazing goodness of the dry ribs compensated for it.

oh, then the oc happened. and it was so good. thank goodness summer and seth are back together. it makes me think there is justice in the world.

then i had a date with myself, douglas coupland and a non-fat london fog at starbucks. i've decided i like awake tazo better than earl grey.

oh, and there was this kid crying and making a scene in the parking lot at school today. it was brutal. it was like a walking condom commercial. note to self: never have babies.

ps- i found out the new hot hot heat video is out, and that the arcade fire have a video for 'rebellion (lies)' so my vagina exploded like 8-bajillion times today. i said vagina, and you all had to read it. ha.

du jour

okay, it has been eons since my last blog. my life hasn't been that exciting. but today has been strange. strange enough for a 'things of the day' theme.

favorite way to communicate with strangers of the day: if only i was brave enough to use them.

word of the day: subcutaneous

beverage of the day: 7-11 mocha, for whipping my insides into hyper-peristalsis

organ of the day: my brain, for being lazy and smushy

pseudo-boyfriend of the day: gerard way

zit of the day: the one on my chin, who may be later diagnosed as the fetus of my unborn twin.

quote of the day: "she could breastfeed an army" - my friend steph, in reference to the gigantic size of our former band teacher's breasts.

now, i'm going to put something out there. leave a comment with a subject you'd like to see me blog about. anything. i'll do it.