Guess it's that time again, eh?

Ok, I have been working on my real update. I was working on it tonight when I realised that I don't have the certain... things that are necessary. I have some... things, but they are not the right things. These things will have to wait for Sunday. Unless I want to feel completely silly and get these things tomorrow. And dammit all to hell, I was about to say that tomorrow is Saturday, but it's really Friday. I hate when my days off get switched around. Although, I guess it's about 2:45am so it's technically 'today' so that would mean that it is presently Friday and right about now, that damned Rebecca Black song is stuck in one of your heads. Sorry.


Anyway, so the post is almost done, I'm just waiting on these... things.


In the meantime, I was on Bay searching for antique pocket watches and, oh boy, did I hit the jackpot. Check out this bad lil' 'bute:

That's right folks, 250% genuine Jesus Christ. All yours for just $0.01 US. Plus, it's an antique so I'm thinking it must be a souvenir from back in the day. 

An update about an update

Okiedokes, folks. So I had some relatives over this fine August evening for a long overdue dinner to celebrate my graduation. Twas a very good dinner, methinks. Chicken, rice, oriental salad and both banana cake (no, not bread) and brownie with ice cream and all the fixings for dessert? Hell yes, that's an AWESOME dinner! We even had bruschetta as an appetizer. I usually don't do hard, crunchy bread because of my teeth issues, but this bruschetta was the bomb dig. I've been saying that a lot. "Bomb dig." I don't think I would want to go on a bomb dig, though. That might make for bad times. Or you never know, it might be a blast.


Anywho, I just wanted to quickly say that yes, I am working on the semi-planned post. It's kind of like my regular posts where I just kind of ramble on about things except this one is all about a bunch of smaller things about one larger thing and I'm taking breaks as I write and ramble about all of said things. There are also pictures. I kind of need to comb through a bunch of pictures though for this post because not only are pictures fun, but they explain a lot about the smaller things to better understand the big thing. Yes, yes, I know. That's a lot of things. I hope you guys will enjoy reading about these things because I enjoy rambling on about these things. 


For now, I am going to bed at... holy crap, it's only a couple minutes to midnight. But I require sleep because I have to be awake and at work for 7:45 tomorrow morning. Compared to the usual 10:00am, this is death to me. DEATH I SAY.


Oh, and here's a video of Bubba and Purrcie just for shits* and giggles.

*Please don't leave shits in the comments section. Unless of course they are those cute little Digimon shits. Yes. Digimon shits are cute. They're all perfect and spirally and shit. No other shits are allowed. And don't be a shit about being prohibited to leave shits, you little shits cause then I'mma poop all over your party.

Whale ain't that somethin'

Dear Lincoln, 


Thank you for introducing me to the wonderful world of whale watching. Thanks to the new 2011 Lincoln MKX, I can whale watch even when I'm sitting in the parking lot of the local grocery store while waiting for my parents. Hell, even when I'm driving, I get a kick out of yelling "HUMPBACK WHALE" whenever I see a shiny MKX coming down the road. I truly appreciate the fact that the grill of the MKX resembles the baleen of a humpback whale. It brings me much joy.


Having a whale of a time,


Carly




Seriously, look at this:

If I ever get behind the wheel of an MKX, I'm totally going to lay on the horn and I fully expect to hear soothing whale song.

Also, this isn't the semi-planned post.

Man, I feel a draft in here

No seriously. I started writing a blog post for today and the thing is turning out to be ginormously huge. I had to save the damn thing as a draft so that I can be the weakling that I am and go to sleep of all things. Which means that I'm actually planning a post. 


Right now I feel like Cookie Monster when they told him he had to eat vegetables: 

My sentiments exactly, Cooks. My sentiments exactly.

For reals, yo. Brain decided that it had plenty of crap to tell y'all and that it obviously is too important to try and split into two or even three parts. NO. It must all be done TOGETHER. No paragraph, sentence, word or letter is to be left behind! 


So yeah, now I've created some sort of suspense factor or something. Hope you don't mind. I don't even know if it's all that suspenseful. Maybe if I said that there was a bear involved. And explosions and colours and OH MYLANTA! So much joy. SO MUCH. Joy. JOY. Joy unto the highest of heavens!


Also, I was just about to post this when a mosquito decided it wanted to try and ninja some blood sucking on my arm to which I said "HELL NO, GINA" and promptly caught it with a fabric softener sheet that was just chillin' out on my bed and then I twisted the bastard to it's death. I have no mercy nor remorse when it comes to killing mosquitoes. Them buggers have quite literally scarred me for life and I WANT REVENGE, DAMMIT.


Anywho. Now I'm done.




...OR AM I???? 


































































































I think I'm getting good at this suspense thing. 


























































































































Maybe.














































































































































Probably not.






















































































































HA! You totally thought I was going to write something else, didn't you? 
Well you were WRO-- oh, fuck, you were right.












































































































Damn.

I won't eat your brains, I swear

Sweet sally port, it has been a busy couple of weeks since I last posted. Well, it feels like it's been busy. Either way, I currently feel like a zombie. I should be sleeping right now, but apparently zombie me wanted to be somewhat productive and write a post of god knows what.    Then again, non-zombie me doesn't plan this shit out either so it's not all that different. Did you guys think I plan this stuff? Yeesh. I ain't that organised.


I guess the biggest update that I have for you guys is that I made the decision to drop the MCAT. In a way it was an easy decision, but it was also very hard for me to click that "cancel" button. Bottom line is that I wasn't ready nor would I have been ready for testing day. I haven't studied Chemistry or Physics since high school and I haven't even touched Organic Chemistry. I was slightly naive to think I could shove three text books worth of new and newish material into my head in under two months while working a full-time job. Yeah, it wasn't happening. Believe me, I tried. I did study, but it felt like everything I was studying wasn't sticking and I always had to go back and review what I had studied the day before in order to continue studying the new stuff. I hate giving up. Years of playing hockey has made me a very competitive person, even when it comes to my academics and I loathe the thought of being a failure. I love giving myself a good challenge. However, I confess that I bit off more than I could chew with this one. Pulling the plug on taking the MCAT was difficult even though I personally know that it is what is best for me. But that little voice in the back of head keeps trying to pipe up and tell me that everyone thinks I'm a quitter, that I gave up without a fight. God dammit, I'm paranoid that people are judging me for making a decision that could potentially label me as a failure. Now I feel like I'm defending myself against my competitive self and zombie self is just making a mess of trying to explain what regular self would like to say even though now there is a touch of sleep-deprived self that just want to be noticed and is trying to lighten the mood that paranoid self has set. Fuck off paranoid self. Nobody is judging us. Except for those fuckers who have the judging eyes... Fuck off, judgers or zombie self will rip out your judging eyes to get at your brains even though I promised that I wouldn't eat your brains. That promise excludes Judgy McJudgersons.


Anywho, rant is done. Bottom line is that I'm not ready for the MCAT this year and that I'm going to focus strictly on my chiropractic and physiotherapy applications and hope for the best. If I don't get in this year, than I now know how much time is needed in order to properly prepare myself to take the MCAT next year. There. Logic solved or some such damn thing. 


Appropriately enough, it has started to storm outside. I don't like storms. They kind of scare me. Especially when it's all "THUNDERBOLTS AND LIGHTNING, VERY VERY FRIGHTENING ME GALILEO, galileo, GALILEOOOO" and all that jazz. Seriously, I slept over at a friend's house when I was younger and a thunderstorm rolled through during the night and I thought there was lightning in her room. Why? Because I forgot there was a big mirror in her room and saw the reflection of the lightning. Good job, little me. Good job, indeed. You were such a smart cookie. But seriously. I live in front of a forest with these big ass mamajama maple and oak trees. It those suckers get struck by lightning and (holy fuck my dog just farted and it smells absolutely rancid) the wind blows the right way (which is unfortunately what just happened because the dog is sitting in front of a fan that is blowing my way), chances are one of those bad boys is going to land on the roof over my room because I'm on the second floor of the house (câlice, I need to go find a gas mask or something because this odor could be mistaken for chemical warfare).


Anywho, methinks I'll wrap this up here. I need to go find stick my head out the window totry and get some sort of fresh air that isn't tainted by the smell of dog flatulence. That STANK is frakking RANK, yo. Maybe next time I'll tell y'all about the reenactment I went to this past weekend. The smell kind of reminds me of them good times.


Peace out, peeperjeeps!

Midnight Tea Time

MCAT should not stand for Medical College Application Test. No. It's more like a warning: May Cause Anal Tearing. Why? Because it's currently raping me up the arse. It is Summer and I want to be not studying, dammit. I was going to post something earlier, but for some reason my brain had a responsible adult moment and decided I should study for the MCAT. I even had an idea as to what I wanted to write about, but I guess ye olde hippocampus decided no to store that idea into long-term memory as soon as brain started studying asinine things like electronegativity, ionization, electron affinity and azimuthal quantum numbers. Silly chemistry with your silly words. You're so silly.


Also? I had a good laugh when I saw that the translation for the French term 'hippocampe' is 'hippocampus'. HIPPO. CAMPUS. See, I studied Human Kinetics almost entirely in French and I've gone to French schools my entire life. Naturally, there are terms that I've learned in French for which I don't know the English translation. And when I go looking for the English equivalent? Oh, boy, do I find some gems. HIPPOCAMPUS. It's a campus for hippos! IN YOUR BRAIN! Although I think the best translation to date is phalanges. Now, you're probably thinking, "What the hell is the big deal? Phalanges. Nothing special about them." And for you guys reading this, sure, it may not be so big of a deal, but to me it is absolutely hilarious. Let me explain. 


You see, 'phalanges' is spelt the exact same way in French : phalanges. And it means the exact same thing : fingers. The difference, however, lies in the pronunciation. It French, we say 'fa-lawn-je' (pronunciation at the bottom of this page because I can't type out pronunciations to save my life). Now, I remember there was a day when I was talking to a friend about English and French anatomy terms and I jokingly said "Ha, and what the hell is 'phalanges'? Fuhlanjeez?" And then I found out later that my pronunciation was RIGHT. In English, 'phalanges' is pronounced 'fuh-lan-jeez'. FUH. LAN. JEEZ. fuhLANjeez. FUHLANJEEZ. fuhlanjeezfuhlanjeezfuhlanjeezfuhlanjeezfuhlanjeezfuhlanjeezFUHLANJEEZ.


...in hindsight, this might seem only absolutely hilarious to me. But I don't care because FUHLANJEEZ! Extra emphasis on the LAN. fuhLANjeez! I'm typing fuhLANjeez with my phalanges. 


I think Bones would be able to explain this better than I would ever be able to:

DANCING PHALANNNNNNNGEES!!!! SHOW ME YOUR PHALANNNNNNNNNNNNGEES!


I think the all the hippos on campus would appreciate some phalanges instead of whatever the fuck terms I had to study tonight. Poor hippos. 

What's in a name?

OK all you muchachos, muchachas, margaritas and macarenas, I need your help. No, I don't need money (well, I do...who doesn't? Well, I guess Oprah doesn't. That wench is crazy rich. Anyway, so I'm not asking for money even though I do need money I just don't need your money). No, I'm not dying or anything (although it is hotter than Hell outside. And humid. I'm surprised my lungs didn't immediately collapse as soon as I stepped outside this morning). And no, I haven't been abducted by aliens, carried off by a hoard of kamikaze watermelons or been forcibly strapped to a chair in front of a television playing a loop of Rebecca Black's newest "song" while my eyes have been taped open so that I can't shut out the absolute horror from my mind. Nope, none of that.


Here be my dilemma, all you jive turkeys: 
I'm going to be attending the local university next year. Which means that I will be living back home for at least a year (please, pray for me). But home is about a twenty minute drive to the university. There are three of us in the house (me, Marge and Farge) and only two vehicles. SO. I decided that instead of having to rely on my parents driving me to school (HELL NO), I would be an adult and buy my own car. SO I DID. That's right, this gal (that's me, by the way...I'm this gal...in case you were wondering or something), went and got herself a hold of someone else's wheels and made them her own. 

Aye, look at that shine. She's a 'bute, isn't she? Or he. See? THIS is my dilemma. I don't know who this car is. I've had it for a month now and it has no name. Now, maybe that guy from America didn't mind that he rode though the desert on a horse with no name, but there is no way I want to keep driving through town in a car with no name. It's just so... wrong. All of the vehicles that I've ever driven have had a name. First there was the Evergreen, a '95 forest green Plymouth Voyager that I drove all throughout high school. I even bought a chrome license plate cover that had an LCD screen on it so that when I stepped on the brake, the message "EVERGREEN 4 LIFE!!" would start scrolling across the screen. I know what your thinking and, hells yes, I was one of, no, the coolest people in that school. How could I not be popular with wheels like that? After the Evergreen was retired, along came the Blue Pearl, a 2001 light blue Caravan. I know, I get all the best cars. 


I came up with both of those names. The Evergreen and the Blue Pearl. I knew those vans. Like, I knew them. They weren't just cars. Heck. No. They were an extension of me. It was like I myself had wheels. That would actually be really cool... ANYWHO. That little car up there? This gals car? I got nothin'. Nada. Zilch. Names have been going through my mind as of late, but nothing is sticking. THIS IS WHERE YOU COME IN. I figured if anyone could help me sort this out, it would be you wonderful, amazing, stupendous people of the internets. And no, I totally wasn't trying to suck up to you all right then. Pfft. I would never suck up to anybody. Do I look like a vacuum to you?


So, if you guys decide to help me out, here's a little bit on info about the car:
Year: 2001
Make and model: Chrysler Neon
Colour: Brownish gold... or goldish brown. It changes with the light.


What are the names that I've already thought of?

• Neo (I'm SUPER CREATIVE)
• Nugget (Get it? Because it's GOLD... well, sort of gold)
• Bobbert The Brown
• Shit bucket
• Battlestar Craptica
• The Golden Girl
• ROFLCOPTER
• Edna
• Gilbert
• Pudding Pop
• Brown Chicken, Brown Cow
• ChaFUNK (...this is also what I call chipmunks)

I dunno. What do you guys think? Pick your favourite from the list of my names or let me know your suggestions by leaving me a comment! If I don't find a name for this thing, I'm going to have to start riding Blongster everywhere.

Obsession

Call me vain, but I am obsessed at watching the stats page for my small-time blog. I'll just sit here and keep pressing Apple+R every couple of  seconds  minutes to see if the little graph has gone any higher. It goes up and down and up and down and it's like being on a freaking roller-coaster. Although I imagine it being more like a monster with very poor dental care sinking its crooked teeth deeper into the realm of the Internet and I'm its master, sitting back in my lair, cackling as I watch the Blongster's progress. It may be a small blongster, but one day it will grow to be big and strong. 


Maybe I shouldn't name my blog monster Blongster. It just brings to mind some sort of hairy,  phallic-shaped monster with horrible teeth rampaging about. And Blongster is awfully close to Blingster, so now Blongster is not only hairy, phallic-shaped and lacking good dental genes, but someone went and bejazzled it with loads of bling. And a mobster hat so that people will take it seriously. And it has crab claws.


Seriously, if you saw this thing crawling toward you, you'd want to do whatever the hell it tells you to do wouldn't you?

Blongster says: READ THIS BLOG

Except, with those teeth, it would probably sound more like TREED TISS CLOD.


So, do as Blongster says: keep treeding tiss clod. FEED MY VANITY.




**APPLE+R, APPLE+R, APPLE+R, APPLE+R, APPLE+R, APPLE+R**

My bad, yo.

Holy mongoose babies, it has been FOREVER since I've updated this thing. I also just realised that you ten stalkers over there have had nothing to stalk for months, for which I apologize. School got in the way and then work took over and then my mind has been all "Does not compute" to just about anything else that it encounters. So, time to bring y'all up to speed on all the cool and maybe not-so-cool jazz I've been up to since my impromptu hiatus.


First things first! After a crazy last semester of university in which I had yet another crazy exam schedule that brought me to the brink of insanity, I have finally graduated. That's right, someone thought it was a good idea to give me a degree, bitches. Which means I have to retire my current certificate:

Aww yeah, platinum status, dawg

And replace it with my new DIPLOMA:

Check moi ça! Official in English AND French.

Yep, now I have an official piece of paper that I can shove in peoples faces to prove that I'm smart. I'll even shove the frame in their face to get the point across if it comes to that.


 I did try applying to a couple of physiotherapy masters programs, but they were all NOPE. So that sucked. Maybe if I go over there and smack them in the head with my piece of paper that will convince them that they made a horrible decision. Actually, it might reinforce their decision to not let me in. Bad idea. Anyway. I'll be going to the local university back home now for the next year while I prepare my applications for chiropractic college. I was checking out the information files for the one in Toronto and there was this video and as I was watching, I was all "OH MY JEEBUS IS THAT A CADAVER?!" and then it was a cadaver and I got excited because the guy in the video holding a brain in his FREAKING HANDS. I can't wait to apply. Being a chiropractor would be bad ass. "Oh, hey Mrs Tammy Thompson! You have a sore back? Maybe a subluxation? No problem!" CRACKCRACKCRACK "All better!" Tammy Thompson would be so happy and I'd be standing there all heroic chiropractor-like with my little chiropractor cape gently blowing in the wind from a fan that I would have my receptionist hold behind me. My mission: to help all of the Tammy Thompsons and Gary Gerbers of the world. All back pain and nerve pain will cower in fear at my chiropractic powers!

BAMF

Except, in reality the real enemy is the receptionist...

Look at her standing there behind me... that unibrow screams evil.

And that's the story of my most awesome summer ever.


...except I forgot to tell you the rest.

My loef as Avatar.

You know, I;ve kindo been dirnking tonight, but I don;t care. Reallym I don;t . because you kow why? I realsied that if you live your life wife a soundtrack to a particulae movei playing, all is good. All is good. Well, maybe not all is good, but al semms a lto better anyway.

consider, this my friends. A couple a weekd ago, I was on the train coming back to chool. an its a long ass train ride. Pver ten hours or somthing . Thats just insane. Who needs to spend that much time on a train>>>
but, you knwo what> I fugure that a t least 3 to 4 mintes of those 10 hours were spent in the most dramatic moments of my life. Fo reals.

I was sitting there, on the train, and my iPhone was plahing. Yeah , I don't have that much music on my iPhone, but you knwo what I do have on there? the Avatar soundtrack, That's right. Avatar. That awesome movei with a ll the blue peaople looking theyre real and stuff. Yeha. Those guys.

Well, the very first song of the soundtrack is a song called :You don;t drea m in Cryo." and it's really dramati and slow mo and shit. Well, I'm sitting there on the train, and theres this peice of ice slidinf down my window while this song is plaing. And all I can think is "Holy shit, I would not be enoying this as much if there was no slow-mo, dramatic , music playing along to this right now. This is amazing,"Seriouslym you have not lived life until you have witbessed a pice of ice slowly trickling dow n your window while lstenebig to Avatar muscic. It was unreal. I loved it. Everyting in lfe should be done to the neat of the Avatar soundtrack because then life wouls be worht it and would be about a bagilloun times better I thinj.

So, frm now on. I am going to play soundtrack music where ever I go because that will make my life seem more like a movei. Mpre real so to speak. Because movies are the only reality nowadays right? Am I right??? N

nah, I just thing II've had a wee bit too muh to dirnk, but I don;t care, beause I had fun tonight dammit. And if you don't like it, go watch a piece of ice slowly fall down your window listening to Avater musci. Then tell me how you fell. Because by god it's amsing I say, AMAZONG!

I love you guts!!! <4

Mission: BeaverTails

My dearest ladies and gentlepeeps,


In this edition of 'Easily Amused', I bring forth a tale of adventure brought about on a whim. An adventure that tells a glorious tail. Er, tale. That's right. It's wintertime here in the Nation's capital and that means time for Rideau Canal and BeaverTails. Come, watch and experience for yourself the joys of Canada's longest outdoor skating rink and the pleasures of deep-fried, maple coated awesomeness. 


Enjoy!

P.S. I suck at teh speak :D


Note: this adventure was also a special gift for a friend of mine because friend is awesome ^_^