This is one of those lovey-dovey, twirly-haired, sparkly-eyed posts I do when I'm giddy in love.
So run now if you're not in the same mood.
I really truly do have the most wonderful boyfriend in the world.
He's truly fabulous.
He makes me feel amazing.
Apparently, pale is beautiful to him.
(Psst. I'm pale.)
... And best yet, he's reading this.
So I'm incredibly nervous of what he thinks, but yes.
Anyway, I love him very much.
He will always always always be "mon petit chou".
P.S.: To all my other readers, all three of you, looking that up will only give you a picture of a cabbage.
And for those of you who didn't run, you can't say I didn't warn you.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
There's no one like you. I can't wait for my nights with you. I imagine the things we'll do. I just want to be loved by you.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Hey, pretty boy, I want to leave this place. It's time to leave. It's time to get ready to rokk.
During a class discussion once, I recorded what a creative writing teacher had to say about the transition from high school to university.
Here's what he had to say when his students began throwing questions at him...
Student #1: What do you know about criminology?"
Teacher: I know I really like Criminal Minds. Good show. You should watch it.
Student #2: For writing, do you know what's needed in a portfolio?
Teacher: Best thing to do is to ask the school. I mean, each program's gonna be different, because they're assholes like that. You're talking about -- what, did you say art?
Student #2: No, journalism.
Teacher: Well, they'll want journalism then. So, uh, call the universities. Basically, they wanna see some promise. So, if you have absolutely no potential at all, chances are, you'll get accepted ... since the acceptance procedure is all CIA on us.
Student #3: What's different between concurrent and consecutive teaching programs?
Teacher: Um ... go to Trent in Canada. That's where I went. Oh, and don't take music theatre. It sucks. Big kick in the groin to me. And be consecutive because concurrent is all, "Yeah, you're stellar, but we don't like you, so we're gonna pass. Good luck teaching ... if you ever receive approval," followed by mechanical evil laughter, which only leads me to believe they're robots with no heart. So, yeah, did that cover your question?
Student #3: Um .. sure.
Student #4: What should I try to do if I don't know what I want to do yet?
Teacher: Either pick a Bachelor of Arts, if you're cool, or a Bachelor of Science, if you're lame, and go for it. Be that "general courses" kid, all mysterious and shifty. But don't be lazy. Get off your ass and choose something before you graduate. Otherwise, you're the fat kid, too.
Student #5: How do course selections work?
Teacher: They have this catalogue, just like K-Mart ... You get my drift.
Student #6: What would you say is the biggest difference between university and high school?
Teacher: I'd have to say the fact that high school sucks and university doesn't.
Student #7: Is graphic design going to have steady work for me by the time I graduate?
Teacher: You're gonna be freelance ... unless you're really lucky. REALLY.
Student #8: How many classes will you have?
Teacher: For the most part, it's 4 credits per year. Some classes are half credits, while some are full. It all depends on what you're taking, what you have to take, which the university will tell you all about if you ask. I got lucky and always had Fridays off. I talked to the TAs a lot. Got me a bit of sway. Haha, I'm just kidding. I did have a 3 hour lecture, though, which just equated to a 3 hour headache. Best part was when he stopped rambling to take a breath. Sweet and merciful, I'll always remember it.
Student #9: So, wait, do we have classes on weekends?
Teacher: No, universities can be, at times, vicious and, if provoked, will rip you apart, but they'll give you Saturdays and Sundays.
Student #10: Sir, this is so serious.
Teacher: Yeah, I know. I mean, it's ONLY the next four years, and come on, it's JUST your future.
That is my creative writing teacher. And he doesn't give exams. Jealous?
Here's what he had to say when his students began throwing questions at him...
Student #1: What do you know about criminology?"
Teacher: I know I really like Criminal Minds. Good show. You should watch it.
Student #2: For writing, do you know what's needed in a portfolio?
Teacher: Best thing to do is to ask the school. I mean, each program's gonna be different, because they're assholes like that. You're talking about -- what, did you say art?
Student #2: No, journalism.
Teacher: Well, they'll want journalism then. So, uh, call the universities. Basically, they wanna see some promise. So, if you have absolutely no potential at all, chances are, you'll get accepted ... since the acceptance procedure is all CIA on us.
Student #3: What's different between concurrent and consecutive teaching programs?
Teacher: Um ... go to Trent in Canada. That's where I went. Oh, and don't take music theatre. It sucks. Big kick in the groin to me. And be consecutive because concurrent is all, "Yeah, you're stellar, but we don't like you, so we're gonna pass. Good luck teaching ... if you ever receive approval," followed by mechanical evil laughter, which only leads me to believe they're robots with no heart. So, yeah, did that cover your question?
Student #3: Um .. sure.
Student #4: What should I try to do if I don't know what I want to do yet?
Teacher: Either pick a Bachelor of Arts, if you're cool, or a Bachelor of Science, if you're lame, and go for it. Be that "general courses" kid, all mysterious and shifty. But don't be lazy. Get off your ass and choose something before you graduate. Otherwise, you're the fat kid, too.
Student #5: How do course selections work?
Teacher: They have this catalogue, just like K-Mart ... You get my drift.
Student #6: What would you say is the biggest difference between university and high school?
Teacher: I'd have to say the fact that high school sucks and university doesn't.
Student #7: Is graphic design going to have steady work for me by the time I graduate?
Teacher: You're gonna be freelance ... unless you're really lucky. REALLY.
Student #8: How many classes will you have?
Teacher: For the most part, it's 4 credits per year. Some classes are half credits, while some are full. It all depends on what you're taking, what you have to take, which the university will tell you all about if you ask. I got lucky and always had Fridays off. I talked to the TAs a lot. Got me a bit of sway. Haha, I'm just kidding. I did have a 3 hour lecture, though, which just equated to a 3 hour headache. Best part was when he stopped rambling to take a breath. Sweet and merciful, I'll always remember it.
Student #9: So, wait, do we have classes on weekends?
Teacher: No, universities can be, at times, vicious and, if provoked, will rip you apart, but they'll give you Saturdays and Sundays.
Student #10: Sir, this is so serious.
Teacher: Yeah, I know. I mean, it's ONLY the next four years, and come on, it's JUST your future.
That is my creative writing teacher. And he doesn't give exams. Jealous?
I tried to discover a little something to make me sweeter. Oh, baby, refrain from breaking my heart.
I'm a terrible, horrible, dirty liar and I deserve to be punished.
But I'm wearing my Kevlar today, so maybe a rain check for the firing squad..?
Mmkay, so ... allow me to answer some of your comments before I ramble out my little weak explanation (that's right, I'm not claiming it to be good).
First comment is from Liz. (Yes, that's a link. Click it. Click it real good.)
Liz decided to give me some rules:
"Here are the rules:
- Link the person who tagged you. (Check!)
- Mention the rules in your blog. (Check!)
- Tell about 6 funky quirks of yours.
(Hmm ... I think gas smells nice. Sock fluff in between my toes bugs the crap out of me. I have a tendency to dance in my underwear because I think pants are confining. I actually like the French language ... because, for those who aren't French, people think it's a load of bullcrap, or at least, I've been informed of this fact. I am a mosquito killing master, but I always seem to get bitten, due to lack of attention pay-age. I doubt I will ever ever be fully mature and grown up, considering I float on a drop of water. I love Jeopardy the game show and I answer question Ken Jennings gets wrong. [That's right, Ken, answer was Henry the 7th, kiss it.] I thiiiink that's more than six ... I stopped counted, starting rambling. So, uh, yeah ... Check!)
- Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.(Click all my links. See where they take you.)
- Leave a comment on each of the tagged bloggers' blogs letting them know they've been tagged and telling them to go to your blog for the details.
(Take this as your opportunity to follow these rules.)"
Mmkay, next on the list is Sister Libby, whom I love adoringly and has a link on the side of this page. You should visit her blog regularly. If you don't, you are living an unfulfilled life. And, she watches movies in a ball. So, kudos, my friend. Kudos.
Anyway, let's see what she had to say quite a bit, but I will focus on one important part:
"'Halter top wearing rugrats' is probably the term that I have always wanted to come up with, but never have. Thanks. I'm actually trying really hard to prevent my 12 year old sister from morphing into one of these nasties.I love it. Thank you for returning."
Firstly, I returned, briefly, and then buggered off because I joined a student newspaper and cool things along those lines. That's right, I'm a big fat ditcher.
Secondly, thank you. Because you commented. People read what I write. It shakes me to my core everyday.
Lastly, a global effort should be made in preventing sisters worldwide from morphing into, as Libby aptly said, "nasties". All donations should be sent to moi. I'll take care of it; I promise.
A. is also on my kicker thing to the right. It has the links. You click her or I kick you.
She had a brief comment (which means, unlike me, she is capable of knowing when to stop) and I really have no response to her comment because she was very "this is what I think" and I am not to argue because, hey, she's right.
Moving on...
Ellie is adorable and awesome and an amazing writer.
She said:
"you are so witty. thanks for making me have a laugh"
My response?
"you are so nice. thanks for making me smile... and for reading my craptastic writing ... and for commenting"
My second last comment was from montypython1o1, an ubersnazzy blogger.
She had to say the following:
"CAN I MEET U?! haha, ya, must hav a gilmore-a-thon with mom or friends. it's so good. cept for the last season, holy shit that was awful. keep blogging and ur so lucky with that interview."
Monty (can I call you Monty? I'm gonna call you Monty), please -- I beg of you -- do not ruin the last season for me. Crap or not, I haven't watched it. I'm stuck way back when.
OOH SPOILER!!!!!!!! (I've never done that before, but I feel pro for doing it.)
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Where I'm at, Dean's still married to whatsherface (who I really don't like and doesn't deserve a name in my book) and Rory and him have just made Lego blocks out of themselves. So yes, much to learn... Ooh, and Lorelai and Luke went kissy. (Luke read the books! He read the self-help, find-me-some-of-that-love books. Oh, I want them to stay together! I do, I do, I do!)
END OF SPOILER!
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And thank you for the congratulations. I'm proud of my interview! Anyhooooooo....
LAST COMMENT... which actually is spam.
Religious variety spam.
I'm not Islamic.
I'm sorry, H.
I mean, seriously, you're Islamic (that's the right term, right? God, I hope so.) and that's fine by me; your religion is your choice.
But I don't like the whole "join us" thing.
What people believe will bring them together NATURALLY.
Herding people should be reserved to being a farm duty.
Anyhoooo ... I have some funny news. I promise I'll blog again.
PROMISE!
But I'm wearing my Kevlar today, so maybe a rain check for the firing squad..?
Mmkay, so ... allow me to answer some of your comments before I ramble out my little weak explanation (that's right, I'm not claiming it to be good).
First comment is from Liz. (Yes, that's a link. Click it. Click it real good.)
Liz decided to give me some rules:
"Here are the rules:
- Link the person who tagged you. (Check!)
- Mention the rules in your blog. (Check!)
- Tell about 6 funky quirks of yours.
(Hmm ... I think gas smells nice. Sock fluff in between my toes bugs the crap out of me. I have a tendency to dance in my underwear because I think pants are confining. I actually like the French language ... because, for those who aren't French, people think it's a load of bullcrap, or at least, I've been informed of this fact. I am a mosquito killing master, but I always seem to get bitten, due to lack of attention pay-age. I doubt I will ever ever be fully mature and grown up, considering I float on a drop of water. I love Jeopardy the game show and I answer question Ken Jennings gets wrong. [That's right, Ken, answer was Henry the 7th, kiss it.] I thiiiink that's more than six ... I stopped counted, starting rambling. So, uh, yeah ... Check!)
- Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.(Click all my links. See where they take you.)
- Leave a comment on each of the tagged bloggers' blogs letting them know they've been tagged and telling them to go to your blog for the details.
(Take this as your opportunity to follow these rules.)"
Mmkay, next on the list is Sister Libby, whom I love adoringly and has a link on the side of this page. You should visit her blog regularly. If you don't, you are living an unfulfilled life. And, she watches movies in a ball. So, kudos, my friend. Kudos.
Anyway, let's see what she had to say quite a bit, but I will focus on one important part:
"'Halter top wearing rugrats' is probably the term that I have always wanted to come up with, but never have. Thanks. I'm actually trying really hard to prevent my 12 year old sister from morphing into one of these nasties.I love it. Thank you for returning."
Firstly, I returned, briefly, and then buggered off because I joined a student newspaper and cool things along those lines. That's right, I'm a big fat ditcher.
Secondly, thank you. Because you commented. People read what I write. It shakes me to my core everyday.
Lastly, a global effort should be made in preventing sisters worldwide from morphing into, as Libby aptly said, "nasties". All donations should be sent to moi. I'll take care of it; I promise.
A. is also on my kicker thing to the right. It has the links. You click her or I kick you.
She had a brief comment (which means, unlike me, she is capable of knowing when to stop) and I really have no response to her comment because she was very "this is what I think" and I am not to argue because, hey, she's right.
Moving on...
Ellie is adorable and awesome and an amazing writer.
She said:
"you are so witty. thanks for making me have a laugh"
My response?
"you are so nice. thanks for making me smile... and for reading my craptastic writing ... and for commenting"
My second last comment was from montypython1o1, an ubersnazzy blogger.
She had to say the following:
"CAN I MEET U?! haha, ya, must hav a gilmore-a-thon with mom or friends. it's so good. cept for the last season, holy shit that was awful. keep blogging and ur so lucky with that interview."
Monty (can I call you Monty? I'm gonna call you Monty), please -- I beg of you -- do not ruin the last season for me. Crap or not, I haven't watched it. I'm stuck way back when.
OOH SPOILER!!!!!!!! (I've never done that before, but I feel pro for doing it.)
***************
*************
***************
*************
***************
*************
****************
**************
******************
Where I'm at, Dean's still married to whatsherface (who I really don't like and doesn't deserve a name in my book) and Rory and him have just made Lego blocks out of themselves. So yes, much to learn... Ooh, and Lorelai and Luke went kissy. (Luke read the books! He read the self-help, find-me-some-of-that-love books. Oh, I want them to stay together! I do, I do, I do!)
END OF SPOILER!
**********************
*************
***************
***************
**********
****************
*************
***********
And thank you for the congratulations. I'm proud of my interview! Anyhooooooo....
LAST COMMENT... which actually is spam.
Religious variety spam.
I'm not Islamic.
I'm sorry, H.
I mean, seriously, you're Islamic (that's the right term, right? God, I hope so.) and that's fine by me; your religion is your choice.
But I don't like the whole "join us" thing.
What people believe will bring them together NATURALLY.
Herding people should be reserved to being a farm duty.
Anyhoooo ... I have some funny news. I promise I'll blog again.
PROMISE!
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