To Quote Counting Crows....

{Glorious Sunday Morning}

"I'm In Love, I'm in Love, I'm in Love, I'm in Love, I'm in Love, I'm in Love, Accidentally in Love, Accidentally in Love. "

My hunny surprised me this morning. He told me that Sarah wanted to talk to me before church so I should get there early this morning, so I did. And I waited and there was a knock on the church door and I open it and there is Sarah...with Dave right behind her. Of course I first said "I told you so!" because I had guessed earlier this week that he would be at church on sunday and he denied it. Then I called him a liar...but all was forgiven very very very quickly. He only stayed for the church service because he had to work but it was nice to have someones hand to hold. My goodness I love surprises and my goodness I love him. I am so happy right now!

Pockets: Holders of Keys, Lipbalm and Memories {How Cheesy Was That!?}

{Dry-Cleaned Ticket Stub}

Well as I was cleaning my apartment/looking for my student card I happened apon a pocket. The pocket of my leather jacket filled with some fluff and throat candies and...a ticket stub. A ticket stub from March 16th 2005 when Dave and myself saw Constantine. This of course does not bring memories back to you but it does to me.

When I went up to see Dave in March I hadn't seen him since November 2004 which was obviously painful. Also this was my trip to visit Laurier for the first time (I still thought I was going to Ryerson). Also this was a three day escape from home.

It was a wonderful three days but at the end of it I cried so hard...I remember not wanting to wake Dave's parents up with my sobs the night he had to drive me back to my Aunts which meant I was leaving the next day.

I remember him making fun of our tour guide on the Laurier tour and me thinking "this would be a nice second choice" but by the end of the trip thinking that I should go here instead of Ryerson after all.

I remember getting my acceptance to Laurier the day I toured it, with Matt calling me and telling me and me yelling at him then feeling really really bad and apologizing. I love my little brother.

Its kind of funny that I think back and remember all this just by finding this dry-cleaned ticket stub in a pocket.

I AM... a University Student

{Institutionalized}

I am a university student...
I wait to do laundry till I run out of important some may say essential undergarments
I get excited when frozen pizza is on sale
I love in a non platonic way my coffee maker
I rather sleep in till 12 and stay up till 1 then hold regular hours
I sleep according to my classes (if I have an 8:30am class and then a break I will be napping)
I have learned how to drift off in public places
I have learned to love the clipboard to hold my papers
I know what it is like to not sleep
I stir my coffee with a knife when I don't do dishes
I eat with plastic utensils when I run out of knifes
I procrastinate
I do laundry in the bathtub
I can say "fuck" around my professors and not have to worry about getting sent to the "office"
I have learned to love instant food or starve
I hate the government more than ever for various reasons

Feel free to add your own...

I Can't Be Accountable

{Cinematic Horror}

The scene: young woman, about 18 or possibly older works a John McDermont Concert at the merchandise booth.
Enter: mob of John McDermont crazed adults who don't know how to make a line.
We now watch as the young woman slips rather quickly into bitchy insanity.

At the end of the night we watch as the young womans' self esteem plumits as she realizes she can't count money and comes up short. Next: her boss and the band manager both look at her like a common criminal. Reaction: I want to go home. Time: Midnight...8.5 hours before a midterm she has not studied enough for.

A true story.

5:00am the next day: Young woman awakes and starts to study...but will it be enough?
Cut to 8:45 am: Young woman writing her midterm, gets to multiple choice and resigns herself to the fact that perhaps no, there was not enough studying done but if all else fails she can go home soon and sleep.

Pure blissful sleep.

Sleep she has not had enough of in recent days.

Sleep is wonderful.

She now likes work a little less.

Even though she makes $8.40 an hour.

Too much to do for one young woman who works.

Oh well, she is punished for taking time off and only works not as much in November.

She has to do laundry - the end.

Commander In Chief

{I rock this bitch}
Who's the boss? I'm the boss.

Who is editor/anal retentive/control freak of the BluePrint?! I am!

And who looks very stylish today? THAT WOULD BE ME.

Life goals: accomplished.

Well not really but this is very very exciting. For my journalism project I am going to be editor of BluePrint my very first magazine which we will actually publish and distribute and hopefully get me good grades, awesome clippings and not kill me in the process. All loftly goals yes but its me I can do anything.

Except get motivated to study for my midterm that is. I just can't do it so I'm doing anything else instead of what I should be doing. Alas, I procrastinate again.

But besides that horrible moot point I am so excited about my paper. And the staff seems to be really good. So yeah for that.

Oh and I found out I make $8.40 an hour! WOW. I thought I only made $7.45! GO CITY JOB!

Good Samaritian Rewarded with Pastry

{Pastry Thwarts All}

The other day - it felt like Sunday but it was actually Thursday when I went to work I encountered a problem that I could solve. One of the little ol' ladies at my work had an apple tree that dropped hundreds of apples but being of age could not pick them up herself so they rotted and ruined her large lawn. I saw a solution: me being of age to pick up apples would indeed go pick them up for her, dispose of the rotten apples and take the nice ones since she wouldn't have them and do something helpful with them. So that is what I did and apples where retrieved. They were brought home and with the help of Colleen were in the next two days transformed into magical pies. Magical you say? Yes, magical - because they were a solution. Solutions are magical, especially helpful solutions. A problem - apples too many - turned into pies of six. Pies of six were distributed into those in need of pastry. Pastry was consumed. Hunger was solved. The world is at peace.

Britney Spears and the Bible Go Hand in Hand 1,050,000 Times

{Toxic Indeed}

Now for an expirement: who gets more hits...Britney Spears or the Bible?

Britney Spears (also known as the Angel of Death and Bad Taste): 51,500,000 hits
The Bible (also known as the Word of God): 166,000,000 hits

Well perhaps we aren't going to hell in a hand basket, thank God. Still the Bible only registered about 3x the amount of hits of Ms. Spears.

Perhaps even still more interesting is how many hits for Britney Spears + the Bible located on the same site? Hmmm.

The result? 1,050,000

Some interesting snipets:

“Pop singer Britney Spears has reportedly attended a church service where she and her mother cried, hugged and responded to an altar call.” “The report states a television crew was filming the service, and some speculated Spears was merely trying to get publicity.”
http://worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=37047

"A BIBLE FOR BRITNEY SPEARS? Revolve is a new Testament for teenage girls designed to resemble a fashion magazine.”
http://goliath.ecnext.com/comsite5/bin/pdinventory.pl?pdlanding=1&referid=2750&item_id=0199-3381291&words=Bible_Britney_Spears

Funniest snipet? On the second page of my yahoo search was the link for... Church of Satan: Official Website! www.churchofsatan.com Point Made.

Maybe I'm A Lonely Man In the Middle of Something that He Doesn't Really Understand

{Make Media Not War}

Have you ever read anything by Julian Barnes? You should, I promise. He has spawned one of my great love affairs, that is the one with the public library. Anyways, just read this...its quite intelligent I think and its from one of his short stories intitled the Revival.

" When did you last have your hands kissed? And if you did, how do you know he was any good at it? (Futher, when did anyone last write to you about kissing your hands?) Here is the argument for the world of reunciation. If we know more about consummation, they knew more about desire. If we know more about numbers, they knew more about despair. If we know more about boasting, they knew more about memory. They had foot-kissing, we have toe-sucking. You still prefer our side of the equation? You may well be right. Then try a simpler formulation: if we know more about sex, they knew more about love."

Don't ask me what this post is about, I get all dreamy after reading a good book resulting in a craving for good coffee, a thick blanket, a notebook, an inky pen and perhaps a moonlit room.

This is a horrible mood to study in because you can't study when you are like this. You just want to write and read and think about love and God and nature and futures and pasts and everything important that will not be on your exam on tuesday.

It makes me want to listen to songs like "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road", "Halleluija", anything by Death Cab for Cutie or anything with strange deep lyrics and less than 40 beats per minute.

I have such strange moods and the silliest things like books effect them. I have just told you of one mood jump started by good deep books but there are others.

Example...

If I were to watch a program on home decorating, I immediately start cleaning house, rearranging furniture and planning my dream kitchen.

If I watch a commercial for weight loss I start to plan my exercise routine but if say I happened to read about political scandals in the next moment I would be energized to save the world.

This had led me to a particulary horrible realization: we are what we read, watch or encounter. Well at least I am.

Now think of this...if you were to grow up in an environment that did not have any form of media - no television, no music, no books what would you create. If you were sat in this room void of media but given instruments, empty notepads etc what would come out? You would have no musical influences but were given training would a new genre of music be discovered? What about you were taught the rules of writing but given nothing to read, what would you write. How would you dance? How would you sing? What media-less, non influenced creations would emerge?

A thought experiment, yes. A possible reality, no.

Unfourtunately we will never know anything new. As was said, "there is nothing new under the sun". Where did this saying come from? The Bible.

Boo,ya...http://www.biblegateway.org/quicksearch/?quicksearch=there+is+nothing+new+under+the+sun&qs_version=31.

Ecclesiasties 1:9. Ancient wisdom, regurgated for my own use in the realm of the internet thousands of years later. Bible as the oldest popular form of media? Hmm, interesting concept.

"What has been will be again,

what has been done will be done again;

there is nothing new under the sun."

Flashback Elegy

[Bookwormis Extradordonaries]

Today I was reminded once again how some things never change (some certainly do but that is for another post) and how comforting that can be at times.

Today as I was walking home from the library clutching my two text treasures I saw myself in my minds eye and took pause. Freeze frame that moment and see me with my curly hair, skirt and nose in a new book. Other details such as the credit card in my wallet, my height or the fact I'm returning from a University lecture in Brantford are not important. Compare those three details to me age at age 6,7,8,9 or 10 and they would be the same. Regardless of how I change I'm still a bookworm, still have curly hair and still like to be girly (and twirl in my skirts). This is so comforting because I realize I am still me internally though my outward appearance has changed. I'm still Holly who was teased every Christmas season in grade school for my name, I'm still the little girl who likes to get dressed up for church and I'm still the smarty pants who sometimes prefers human company to a good book for hours on end. The library is still a treasure trove and I still read books adults think are too old for me. I'm still me and I rejoice in this. I have remained authentic to myself in a world of plasticity; congratulations abound as I pat myself on the back.

A Post is a Post is a Post

[yaking of no consequence]

Quick rants
- a shout out to the Australian Queen promoter who touched my ass twice; if I was any braver I would go ape and slam sexual harassment on YOUR ass. Luckily for you I'm not.
- a shout out to the crew of Queen which I worked/saw tonight: good job but fake boobs don't suit men with hairy chests.
- to Christine: Engaged! Engaged! How engaging! Hurry up and wait eh?
- to my little Buddy: I miss you - but don't give pizza guys $14 tips
- to my train partner: nice talkin' to ya - alas we did not meet again. oh well.
- to my credit card: you sneaky little fiend, you shall be worn out by year end and I shall have to do all the dirty work. Bah to you!
- to my bedroom: I love sleeping with you but the restaurant downstairs makes you smell of tofu. How very strange - is there anything you can do about it?
- to my loving parents: you were very nice to me this weekend and it was good to be home. I hate saying goodbye.
- to Lifehouse: your song makes me cry so STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!
And this is what they call the end.

C'est la Vie and I Love It

{I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine}

"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."

I have him in my life, and I am so grateful.