back to procrastination

well, this is my first weekend in awhile where i should actually be studying on a friday night. i use the word 'should' because i'm really just sitting at my desk with my notes, some paper and a few highlighters surrounding me. i'm in the 'precontemplation' stage of studying. i'm seriously thinking about doing it, but just haven't gotten around to it yet. i'm not too sure why i keep testing my theory that i can't study at home - it's obvious by now that i can't. if i was on an episode of mythbusters, i'd have had some huge 'busted' sign stapled to my forehead ages ago.

and to drive home the actual extent to which i don't want to study, i'll share the fact that my roommate and i had taco salad for supper. why? because i really have nothing of importance to say, but i don't want to stop typing for fear of actually having to read my notes.

okay, i'm going to update my top five song list. check out these artists - listening to their music is better than getting punched in the kidney.

wake up

somethin' / filled up / my heart / with nothin' / someone / told me not to cry / but now that / i'm older / my heart's / colder / and i can / see that it's a lie / children / wake up / hold your / mistake up / before they / turn the summer into dust / if the children / don't grow up / our bodies get bigger / but / our hearts get torn up / we're just / a million little gods causing rain storms / turning every good thing to rust / i guess we'll just have to adjust / with my lighning bolts a-glowin' i can see where i am going to be when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand / with my lighning bolts a-glowin' i can see where i am goin' / better look out below

three sleeps to what i'm sure is going to be the best concert i've ever seen. i'm absolutely positive the arcade fire are going to blow my mind right out of it's little compartment. then, i'll have no mind left, i'll have to drop out of school, and become a improvisational dancer. which is okay, since i'm especically good at improvisational dance. abba songs are my specialty.

the itch

i have the five year itch. i've been in university for five years, without a steady job for five years (as in i only work summers for spending money through the semesters), and thus without my own car for five years. granted, my parents have been so gracious as to give me a car for these past two years to beetle around university with. but it's not my own car.

now, with the prospect of finally entering into the real world, the car bug has bitten me. i find myself driving around looking at vehicles rabidly, picturing myself in them. and this morning i had my first taste of car shopping. me and the roomie set out to the s'toon auto mall and checked out the mitsubishi and volvo dealers. i drove the 2006 eclipse and the 2006 volvo s40. i have been eyeing up the volvo for awhile now, and after driving it...well, let's say i'm in love.

i can't go on, because it's making me too excited. i'll just leave with a quote from my good friend wayne campbell, 'she will be mine. oh yes, she will be mine'.

weird bag

i was walking on campus today behind this guy who had this row of safety pins on his bag. there must have been ten of them. i tried to count exactly how many, but as we were walking, it was hard to get an accurate count with everything bouncing about. and the interesting part was, the pins held no obvious structural purpose. in fact, the bag looked quite new. now, maybe he carried the pins around for another reason? well, as i was walking, i looked at his pants. also, quite new. no safety pin needed there. he had no baby visible, so no need for the pins on any diapers. it's got me stumped. what would a person do with ten safety pins on a messenger bag? can someone help me out here?

i bought tickets today for feist and matt mays and el torpedo. october is going to be busy with concerts. and homework. but i mostly do the homework just to pass the time until a concert comes along.

i should go study. or make myself a friendship bracelet. psych!

cocktails and dreams

the cocktail party last night was a success. i stayed up until 4:30 am playing trivial pursuit 90's edition. or should i say winning trivial pursuit 90's edition. my contribution to my team was key, with the 'captain underpants' answer being the cornerstone of our win. i am a fountain of useless information, and finally i can put it to good use.

i was ordered to be the dj for the shindig last night, and threw together a few playlists yesterday afternoon. i have discovered a new love for m.i.a., this chick hip-hop artist from the uk. she has this song called galang, that makes my body dance when i hear it. unvoluntarily. it's just so dang catchy. check her out.

and speaking of music, i found this website that lists all the songs from every oc episode. if you watch the oc, you know what a treasure this website is, because the oc has, like, the best music ever. and if you don't watch the oc, don't worry. i won't judge you for not being cool enough.

and one week until the arcade fire. i am so excited, that i almost pee in my pants a little every time i think about it. one week from this very second i'll most likely be running around my apartment, blasting funeral and screaming.

it's a beautiful day

this is going to be a good weekend. i have friends in from regina, and last night was like a big friends from highschool reunion. and not in a bad way. for some reason, our group has been modified over the years (as in some people have been kicked out, and some added) but we still all get along, and have things to talk about after four years of leading separate lives. it's kind of weird - looking back at what we were in highschool, a bunch of kids partying in a hottub and drinking cheap coolers, to what we are now - pharmacists, lawyers, engineers and teachers.

and tonight is my first ever official cocktail party. i'm in charge of malibu and music. i have an assortment planned, from lynard skynard to kanye west. and we can't leave out the eurotrash house music. i plan on putting it on around 11:30, cranking it up and flicking the lights on and off like some crazy disco in ibiza. ps - never invite me to one of your parties.

i'm off to prepare for a full afternoon of shopping, purchasing items i don't need, and avoiding cleaning my bathroom.

i should buy a kleenex factory

i can always tell when i'm in the prairies, because i seem to have this ability to sneeze for like 13 hours a day. i suppose i can blame that on the fact that i'm allergic to pretty much the season of fall in general. but it's getting to be rediculous. but to make it all bearable, i am now trying to play games while i encounter these sneeze fits.

for example, you know the old tale about how you can't sneeze with your eyes open? i think it's true. for all i try, i really can't sneeze with my eyes open. and sometimes, i try to minimize my sneeze by keeping my mouth shut. but on this most recent attempt, it ended up backfiring and almost squishing my brains out my ears.

i managed to avoid sneezing for two hours tonight as i went to the theatre to watch 'just like heaven' with mark ruffalo and reese witherspoon. i love mark ruffalo. i think it's partially because if you drop the 'r' and add a 'b' his last name is buffalo.

boourns

the emmy's were a piece of crap. the best part was when steph and i ordered boston pizza. ellen wasn't funny, there weren't many bad dresses, and zach braff didn't win. all in all, it was a useless three hours. three hours that i could have spent doing something productive, like homework, washing my car, or finding all those socks i seem to lose in my dryer.

but 'tis the season of premiers, and i'm hoping csi: miami pulls through for me tonight. although i have a deeply rooted hatred for horatio, i can't seem to stop watching that show. i think it's because i hope deep down that they'll bring speedle back. ahh, a girl can dream.

strange things

i was in winners this afternoon, the friendly neighbourhood discount designer warehouse. some pure genius can be found in that store - really good deals that have to be ooh'ed and aaahhh'ed over. on the other hand, there is some pure tacky goodness that can be found - from shiny shoes to disgustingly studded leather bags. the funny thing today happened as i was checking out (with my brand new bamboo cutting board...whooopee). i saw this lady with a 'mrs. kutcher' purse. okay, those things are wrong on so many levels. and she was in her 30's, so that just rocketed the wrongness factor to the next level. but the funniest thing was, she was married! okay - maybe your husband's last name is kutcher by some strange coincidence? um, unless kutcher is an asian name, then that's not it. it was all in all a really strange occurrence. here's a hint for the future: keep the celebrity name dropping bags in their place - the compost heap.

officially two weeks until the arcade fire. i just found out that mm&et are coming to louis' in october, so now i'm super duper stoked.
**note to hingston girls - i love matinees!

i hope i don't get lost

so, tonight is our college's annual bush party. we get shoved on a bus and driven out to...well, the bush. lots of fun is to be had. $2.50 drinks, a dj, and several impressionable first years. muwhaaah.

but i think my favorite part of this party is the fact that september in saskatchewan is cold, and that means you have to wear a hoodie and jeans to the party. so, in essence, everyone looks like bums. it's like the best party ever. the only way it could be better is if no stupid people were allowed in. unfortunately, there is no 'your i.q. must be this high to party with amanda' sign.

oh, and i'm so excited for the arcade fire concert, that i almost had a seizure in class today. i started thinking about it, and then i went bananas. i'm thinking about making a clever shirt that says 'i laika the arcade fire'. that joke is even funnier if you click on the link and check out track 2. because as of right now, i'm sure i'm the only loser that gets that joke.

oh gosh, how do i have friends?

yipeeeeeeee!

i just peed in my pants a little. i just won my first ebay auction, a pair of tickets to the arcade fire here in saskatoon.

we won't discuss how much i paid, or the fact that the stupid ho at the odeon told me the wrong date when tickets would be going on sale. she's a skank. i'm going to eat pancakes on her grave.

as the pointer sisters say, 'i'm so excited, and i just can't hide it'.

yes, i can quote the pointer sisters. that just proves how cool i am. (as if you ever had a doubt)

ain't nothin' but a meme thing

so i have decided to fill out my first meme. mostly because i have an exam tomorrow, and now is a perfect time.


A - Accent: east indian. i practice so i can marry into the culture one day.
B - Breast size: i think this meme was invented by a man. a skeezy man. i refuse to answer.
C - Chore you hate: politely answering people and pretending to care when they talk to me.
D - Dad's name: michael michael bo-bichael. really.
E - Essential make-up: mascara! but if i was on survivor, i think i'd trade mascara for a giant boot to kick my opponents.
F - Favourite Perfume: sex panther.
G - Gold or Silver: definitely silver. gold makes me look straight ghetto, fo' real. aight.
H - Hometown: i can't keep track.
I - Insomnia: what does that even mean? that dude that invented this meme must only know one word that starts with 'i'. he shoud have chosen something better, like ice cream.
J - Job Title: grand pooh-bah.
K - Kids: no thanks.
L - Living arrangements: apartment with roomies.
M - Mom's Birthplace: some town, someplace
N - Favourite Noldo: i don't know what that is, and i'm not a loser so i'm not going to look it up like lyn. ha
O - Overnight Hospital Stay: yeah, this one time when i was born.
P - Phobia: swimming in places where i can't see the bottom. it all stems from this one swimming teacher...but we won't go there.
Q - Favourite Quote: sooo many. but most recently, 'pedro is politically inexperienced'
R - Religious Affiliation - catholic. and yes, i can make up my own prayers. *zing*
S - Siblings: none....lucky for them.
T - Time I get up: 6:45 when i have class at 8:30. which is not an exciting answer. so i will also mention that i stalk macauley culkin. not really. but sometimes.
U - Unnatural hair colours: i dye my hair brown, even though it is brown. but i dye it darker. i used to have blonde in it, but then i got rid of it. yeah. the end. by amanda.
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: tomato. gag me with a spoon.
W - Worst habit: it's a toss up between procrastination, cruel sarcasm and cocaine.
X - X-rays you've had done: teeth. and lyn, you'll need another one when my foot finds its way up your ass.
Y - Yummy Food you make: pizza. from scratch.
Z - Zodiac Sign: capricorn. the best one.

one of these things is not like the others

one of these things just isn't the same.

i'm making a cd because i'm going on a road trip. and, because i've got time to kill. actually, i don't have time to kill because i have like 10 episodes of the oc (season 1) to watch. but i want a new cd to listen to. and, i'm posting the tracklist. because hey, this cd is weird, and i want to share it with the world:

kanye west - diamonds are forever
finley quaye - dice
all american rejects - dirty little secret
nirvana - all apologies
natasha bedingfield - these words
eagle eye cherry - save tonight
alexisonfire - no transistory
the transplants - gangsters and thugs
harvey danger - flagpole sitta
black rebel motorcycle club - ain't no easy way
nightmare of you - dear scene, i wish i was deaf
damien rice - the blowers daughter
the arcade fire - cold wind
audioslave - be yourself
maximo park - graffitti
wheatus - teenage dirtbag
nirvana - smells like teen spirit
cher - gypsies, tramps and thieves

in ten minutes, this cd is going to drive me crazy. the genre mix-up-age is too much to handle. oh yeah. and what song doesn't belong? hrmm. i wonder. i'm so odd.

moving on

so, i have locked myself up after this week's prior events in order to sheild the community from me. and i have discovered:

nirvana - all apologies (yes, i know like 10 years later)
nightmare of you - dear scene, i wish i was deaf
finley quaye - dice
the transplants - gangsters and thugs

oh, and after having watched the oc for like 18 hours this week, i have realized that i am going to have to quit school and drive off to newport in order to find seth cohen, marry him, have his children and make something barefoot in the kitchen. sandy will be a great father in law. and at thanksgiving, marissa cooper and i can talk about chanel handbags while ryan and seth play video games. it'll be great.

morally corrupt.

okay, so how old does one have to be in order to qualify as a cougar? i have been assured by a reliable source (or not so reliable, considering everything she told me in my youth was made up) that a cougar is a 35 year-old in a titty shirt.

i was in a hoodie, and am 22.

but i still kissed a 19 year old.

and liked it.

i think i should have to wash my mouth out with soap, and do some kind of community service. (and a victory dance. he was cute.)

melting

i'm back in my apartment for the school year, and i'm hotter that a grilled tortilla. i don't know how to work the a/c, and my window is on the side of the building that isn't getting any air. what? is that even possible? this is saskatchewan, every window should have some kind of wind blowing into it.

anyways, i'm back for the last year. and to start things off right, i have been sitting on my butt watching season one of the oc, and downloading tunes. i have been away from my music all summer, so i'm going to be up all night updating my collection.

the past few days haven't been too exciting, but last night i went to wal-mart right before closing. not usually eventfull, but this time was an exception. i was quietly walking through the shoe section minding my business when a young male employee comes over the speakers in the store. "attention winnepeg bluebombers fans" he says. already, i'm intrigued. "i am pleased to announce that saskatchewan will win tomorrow. thank you, goodnight." and it is at this point where i make a 'whoop' and laugh to myself. as if that kid isn't going to get spanked by his manager later. but that was awesome. and the sweeter part of it all? riders did win. booyeah.

two days until real life returns.