"Hubert's Revenge"- Coming Soon To A Theatre Near You!

Today, Sarah made an incursion into the realm of cooking. To make a short story even shorter, she threw a piece of spaghetti at the ceiling and it stuck. It is still there as we speak. I have named it Hubert. Of course, naming a piece of spaghetti is not enough, one must give it context. Being on an intense sugar high (from double chocolate muffins from the muffin themed suite party down the hall) I relayed these thoughts to Jesse, and a plan for an Oscar worthy motion picture resulted. I wouldn't want to spoil it for you, but here's an outline:

The spaghetti, Hubert, sticks innocently to the ceiling.. only waiting for unsuspecting passers-by to walk underneath..
Jenn, fearing this devious strand of spaghetti, begins communicating with it secretly in the dark of night, performing ritual sacrifices that force Hubert to do her bidding..
*Jaws music as a strand of spaghetti inches towards an unsuspecting victim*
*News headline the next day: Girl Found Dead, Strangulation by Spaghetti*
But who is REALLY in control here?
Eventually Jenn and Hubert will have a final showdown.. Hubert will call out his reinforcements from the cupboards and sauce will be flung recklessly!!
Who will prevail??
Either way.. I smell a sequel..

Yes, I do realize what I just wrote a post about. :)

Seriously now folks, why is television so addictive? I'm terribly addicted to Gilmore Girls and Lost, getting a new episode is a major feature of my week. I want so desperately to know what's going to happen next and I get so involved in the character drama.. my question is.. why are we so fascinated by a weekly hour of insight into the lives of completely fictional characters? It sounds so ridiculous when you put it like that.. why do I care so much what happens to these fake people and what is this powerful force that pulls me to these shows?

If Lost never gets resolved or tied up eventually, my head is going to explode. That shit is like heroin to me, every fix just leaves me thirsting for MORE.. MOREE!!!!

Wow.. this post has me looking like a bit of a lunatic! Enh.. ca c'est moi!

*edit* Alright, this makes me a huge tool, but I'm gonna start copying my posts on to my LJ account for you lazy bastards *coughJesse*

Just For The Sake Of A Post

I've decided that from now on the SCP should play nothing but the star wars cantina song, so friggin fun! "We'll play it.. we'll play it again, and when they ask for an encore.. WE'LL PLAY IT AGAIN!!" lol everytime I think about Jesse's "big one" or Jesse's "little one", I giggle.. I'm a nerd. I blame Helen.

Anton and I did some crazy jiving today.. seriously guys, the jive is so much fun, it's fast and the girl gets to spin every few steps.. I love how I walk into dance class grumpy as hell and am smiling like a lunatic within 5 minutes.

Tonight was the Hart House Symphonic Band's last concert of the year. And Keith's last concert ever (that being the conductor, who actually apparently is gay and once played sax in TYWO, two things I had not known). We.. ok, it sucked. It was a little embarrassing. The poor audience. But, despite the idiot bass sax squeaking and the idiot saxes in general, it felt good to play. Do any of you crazy music nuts know what the term for this is?: when I played an F# by Laura's half full water bottle, you could feel the bottle vibrating, but when I played a G or an F or anything else, it did not vibrate. Something to do with sympathetic vibrations or overtones or, I don't know, but it was really cool.

Ok, Anthony and I seriously just spent like an hour and a half arguing over the definition of the word "random".. kind of awesome.

Here's a picture of Kei and myself after that makeover business.. though it's kind of hard to tell here, and I definately look like an alien!

Squawk

I'm having an awful time getting myself motivated. Though I seem to work best under pressure, so I'm just going to trust that my unconscious knows exactly how long it will take me to get everything done and that I'll become motivated at the appropriate time.

I should give some credit to the mysterious workings of the universe I think, good things seem to happen so randomly and come out of the least expected places. So I should stop looking and just let it come to me? But that's a bad way to go about things isn't it, so I shouldn't stop looking I should just at the same time expect something to be unexpected! Shut up, it makes perfect sense.

On Friday the SCP is (thanks to Helen) taking a crack at the Cantina Band song from Star Wars, this is exciting! <3

More importantly, on Sept. 11, the twin towers weren't killed, they committed suicide. Hello next essay, this one's gonna be complicated.

Laissez-Faire Ou Allez-y?

It's been two months.
The worst part is not really knowing why.
I feel like Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas, always falling apart at the seams and trying to stitch myself back together, just doing my best to stay intact.

In other news, tonight I'm going to visit with someone whose voice I hadn't heard for about 10 months until last Saturday. I haven't really spoken with many about this because a few of you would smack me in the face for doing it. Maybe you'd be right, but for now trust me that this is something I'm confident that I can handle, and that it's something I feel I need to do, if only to prove to myself that I've truely separated myself from this part of my past.

A different and much needed visit is expected to take place likely Thursday night, with one I have not seen since before x-mas and am more than anxious to be reunited with.

I think I actually enjoyed writing my history essay. If anybody ever gets a hankering to know how epidemic disease in the 17th century affected the Huron perception of the Jesuits/Christianity, gimme a shout! :P - 1 down, 4 to go.

At any rate, I think David Bowie quite cleverly put it best in the theme of the movie Labyrinth:
No one can blame you, for walking away
Don't tell me truth hurts, cuz it hurts like hell.

The Luck Of The Irish

I'm almost considering posting on LiveJournal just so that more people will comment.. it's easy for people with LJ's to comment on other peoples' LJ's but the LJ people must be too lazy to comment on a blog... discrimination I tell ya..

Sacha and I stopped by the 'innis pub night' for a short while but.. it was uncomfortable. Why will no one dance with me? I've developed a complex from this no one wanting to dance with me thing, ever since dances started in like grade 6. I HATE dancing by myself.. I DO it, but it's SO much easier and more pleasant when someone else's hands are on me.

I got my hair cut/layered this morning. I love Regus. They love me. They gave me apple slices and a complimentary makeover and then all stood around me and adored me. It was sweet haha I think I look better tonight than I ever will again, everyone who's seen me has had something nice to say (a very rare thing) but unfortunately, hardly anybody is around to see me tonight and I have no idea what they did to me or with what products so I'll never be able to replicate it. I got Kei to take a picture, but it was dark, so you might not be able to tell, maybe I'll post it later.

I've decided that when I move home for the summer I'm going to move my bedroom into the sewing room. I've decided that the atmosphere is unhealthy in my old room.. when I look around in it, it speaks to me of 18 years worth of tears and pain. A change of scenery will help me when I have to face Markham again.

Oh and remember my 6 weeks/45 single spaced pages/hours of slaving over archaeology notes? What's that, first year in an upper year course? What's that, one of the only people there without a background in NMC studies? Whats that FUCKING 95% ON THE MIDTERM? SUCK THAT SON OF A BITCH.

I have an essay due next week, two the week after, and another two the week after. The intense anxiety is bubbling just beneath my skin.


P.S. Here's a picture of me and Gita, my hair looks a LOT darker in this picture than it actually is, and I'm kinda thinking I like it and should maybe dye it darker like this.. tell me what you think.

Love Me Tomorrow

On Sunday I joined the lovely AJ and her friends in seeing the U of T opera division perform The Marriage of Figaro. It was a little long, but quite an enjoyable first opera experience. Though, a little intimidating since AJ and her friends, all being IN opera, could intelligently critique it and I.. couldn't. No harm, twas mmmmaarvelous to see her!

Everyone cross your fingers that I'll get a call from Black Creek.
Also cross your fingers that the summer timetable is to my preferences.
Also cross your fingers that... umm.. stuff works out well in the next few weeks? Sure.

I feel like.. hhmmpphh. Despite good things that have been happening.. I still feel.. sssiiiggh. Missing. As Snow would say.. WWHAAAOOOAAOOOoooo

Night Life

It's Thursday night, about 3 am.. I went out for a walk and.. the whole city's population of young adults is staggering around drunk throwing up on the streets. Is Thursday night the night for everyone to get drunk and walk around? I was out last night with Anton at about the same time and there was hardly anyone.. I've been out many times before around the same time and it's never been like this. You wouldn't believe.. couldn't throw a stone without hitting a drunk.. I was accosted on my way into the building with a request for me to steal and sell some of my brother's ADD medication! HAHA.

You know why I don't absolutely love it? Cuz I'm not part of it! Believe it or not, what I've just witnessed has put me a little more in favour of finding a way to rent an apartment next year and not come back to residence.. meet some new people. Why? Because I wanna be the one making a drunken ass of myself on the street at least once in a while!

Classic.

Everybody's heard of Handel's Messiah, right? Well, the prof played us many clips of it in music this morning. One part revolves around the line: "All we, like sheep have gone astray". Nice. Ok. Except, at some points they just repeat:
All we like sheep
ALL WE LIKE SHEEP

Apparently I was the only person in the lecture hall who found that hysterically funny!
Poor Handel must have turned over in his grave.
You see how I'm not a morning person? :)
"Well it's not like you can really mix it up much when your libretto is the BIBLE."
They really liked sheep. Hah. *sigh*

The SCP is now a quartet! Yay Jesse and his "big one"!

Mild Housing Anxiety.

I'm not sure where I'm going to live next year or with whom. Only Sacha and myself are re-applying to residence.. and the chances aren't fantastic of me getting back in. Sacha however is on a council and running for another for next year (student governement is totally not my scene) so I'm thinking she'll get back in and I won't.. and then what do I do? Move into an apartment.. ok.. but with who? The majority of friends I've made are from band (this building is incredibly anti-social and/or cliquey and good luck making friends in the huge classes here) so.. I'm at a bit of a loss about what to do. Even if I do get re-admitted into residence, do I really want to spend another year here? I'm seriously questioning that.. I love my roomies, but the rest of the building.. not the friendliest atmosphere.

Guys or gals, it doesn't really matter to me which, if you're planning on renting somewhere near campus and would consider living with me a possibility.. please do let me know! (though be aware that if you're the type of person who I couldn't stand living with, I'll tell you so.)

It's kind of pointless to post this because very few people in applicable situations read this but, you never know!

Now, have some random pictures just for fun (because I FINALLY got Jamie to send them to me.)
This is from our awesome midnight scavenger hunt last summer.. "a picture with a cop" the item that only Team Jamie and Jenn were able to accomplish woo!


And a group picture from Christmas
L-R: Colin, Kate, Jamie, Mark, Me (AJ being horizontal below us)

CARNIVAAALLL!!

Left to right: Sacha, Kei, Me, Tatjana, Sarah, Joseph (Sacha's hot Trinidadian friend)

So last night we had a carnival suite party, it was Sacha's project (as she is from Trinidad) and she made lots of awesome food with names I can't pronounce or spell, and put on carnival music and we all got dressed up.


Sarah, Ian, and myself- Ian wearing the authentic carnival hat!

Click on the following:

Welcome to Carnival 2006!

Kei and Kazuki- it was NOT easy to get Kazuki dressed up like this!

Sacha dancing- it's not dirt, it's glitter

Sarah points the way with her penis.. er, banana

This is Ron, our local German

Ian made himself a carnival bra hehe

Kei and Tatjana are so purty!

A rather candid photo of Matt, Me, Ian

Kazuki, Girl I don't know, Leela, Calvin, Tanya

Me, Tanya, Kazuki (with the infamous hat), Sacha (feeling up Kazuki)

Kazuki mid-limbo.. looks kinda freaky

We like to embarrass Kazuki, like by pretending to rape him with bananas

We allll get into the bananas

Tanya and the infamous hat

Joseph and the infamous hat

Kei, Tatjana, Ron

Kei feeling up Kazuki

Now, this is exciting, I have for you some video clips!
To appreciate this clip, you must appreciate the fact that we take great pleasure in embarrassing Kazuki.. Kazuki won't even HUG Kei in public:
Click here to watch 'Carnival-Dancing'

This is a very short clip in which Tanya almost turns an amazing limbo feat into an injury
Click here to watch 'Carnival-Limbo'

Nothing in particular happens in this clip
Click here to watch 'Carnival-Banana'

Anywho it was good times. A wine bottle fell off the shelf and broke and I didn't notice until like an hour later that a piece of glass that flew at me sliced my foot! But then the family (roomies + boyfriends) made brownies :D

I'm cranky and I feel like I'm getting sick.
And I've had enough of being me, can't I be someone else?

How Much Longer Can I Stand This?

I was feeling really good about my arch and music midterms, I studied my ass off, I knew most of the answers. But you know what the problem is with having archaeology midterms right before music midterms? It suddenly occured to me that although I know I had all the dates for the musical era's right, I put BC after them all! BC!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME! Too much archaeology, where everything is BC. I can't believe what an idiotic mistake that is. Why would I even put letters? Way to blow it you asshole.
*bangs head repeatedly against wall*

So, were cavemen like covered in pimples? You'd think they must have been, but when I picture cavemen I don't picture pimples. Same goes for everyone in the middle ages.