another way to pass the time is to watch the scenery go by.
iTunes is spinning: fall out boy - "sugar, we're going down"okay. so tonight whilst i was studying for my last final exam of the first summer session, i was in the midst of googling an exact definition of "animalcules", when i came across this
i don't even know what to call it "dictionary". of course being the saavy internet surfer chic i am, i immediately became intrigued. a quick keyword search of my few favourite words:
-jennifer
-pamplemousse
-poop
came up generating no results, and as a last resort i turned to my last reserved word.
-boobies.
and the gave my an alternative choice with using "boob" being the adaptable girl i am, i decided to give it a click. and
this is what i got. heh. gotta love random google junk finds. now i'm wondering, who's the mastermind behind such a concoction to actually put money into funding such a silly thing. when really the real issue here is saving the earth from pollutants of smelly NOx from our no-good cars and elements of VOC congesting the air, and the results of producing CFCs within spray cans that attack our ozone layer! that's right. it's evidence that i studied for my geology class and putting it into good use. my prof suggests that one way of saving the world is to stop accumulating so much stuff in our lives, which means you should limit your buying to items of neccesity....but what do you mean my latest
Purchase of shoes isn't a neccesity just because i own another couple of pairs :-) my professor only says to stop buying frivilous items only because she hasn't feasted her blue ones on the latest showing of
Volcom's fall line. my brown ones definitely have, and i must say i'll show a little skin for those hot bermuda shorts.
it's two one six am: and countdown begins at t minus nine hours and fourty four minutes before you'll find me at the zoo, the ago, the cn tower, the rom, the casa loma all courtesy of a cheap cheap fare accomodated by
city pass. animals here i come!!! RARRRRRRWWW.
don't be afraid to reach back for his open hand.
iTunes is spinning: motion city soundtrack - "together we'll ring in the new year"so, i know i'm not suppose to have any fun until exams are over...but it was the greenie's birfday and how could i not resist. courtesy of mr aaron bilyea once again a big waaahoo to another good night of booze and boy george... here's how it went down:
-coronita party on the rooftop patio of wayne gretzky's
-rockstar promo at Grace O' Malleys
-boy george dj's at Ultra Supper Club.
that's right, i got to pretend to be all shishi'd up, and walked my "pretentious" ass into that red roped doorway if you can even call it a doorway, flashed my red wristband and bypassed the line, into a narrow corridor filled with naked chicks and body paint. a night of acting like we belonged there, with our grey goose on the patio tables and in the meantime, we were really stealing heineken pillowcases and stuffing them into our purse. they are going to look damn nice on my bed. for a peekeroo into my funfilled night i leave you with these delicious eye goodies:
here's to the birfday girl!! in all her sexy glory, i love you greenie pooh!the night capped off with a pigout session at rol san's. man did we ever order a crapload of greasy good dishes, but somehow we finished most of it. except for the plate snails. yes a plate of snails.
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the LO family is coming to toronto tonight to party, complete with the daddy, the mee mee and the gajeiii (sister)!!! i can hardly wait for some family sessions of goodness.
it's two one one pm: and if you don't see me back at school next year, it will prolly be because i am on academic probation.
when the world discovers your little secret... you're really not that strong.
iTunes is spinning: motion city soundtrack -"make out kids"
so remember how i always talk about how huge of a slacker i am, and how i've mastered the 'art' of procrastination, on top of my bad bad bad knack to leave doing assignments and studying for tests until the last possible minute (ie. the night before) and how i'll need something drastic to snap me out of my hole. well, it's happened, for the first time in my academic career, i entirely fried bombed got bitchslapped to mars and back five times and then kicked in the gut some more, in simpler terms, did really really bad on my last midterm. eeeks. but somehow, as i sit here ten after ten pm, i've managed to sit in the sun tanning my sun worshipping body, even cleaned the room, swept up some abbycats fur, made a real dinner AND even went to the lcbo...and now continuing to procrastinate some mores. i think that the internet is my best friend but at the same time my worst enemy, i could stare at the blank screen or surf and surf and surf until i found something remotely interested to oogle at or i've even succumbed to googling for lindsey lohan's latest weight loss update or angelina jolie's new rock on the finger that's not even her wedding finger!!! hotdamn juicy gossip, why must you be so alluring at times of boring textbook reading...
so on friday we're going to be celebrating the kristin greenie's twenty third... ahh i mean seventeeth birfday bash!!! forever young baby. heh. it should be a fun night. it's my only day off i chose, between now and next thursday when i'll officially be done this portion of summer school. and no procrastination doesn't count as days or hours off. it's part of the whole studying process. yes a lot of learning goes on. or at least i lead myself to believe that, that's my story and i'm sticking to it!!!
so there's only a week and a bit left before my bradley takes off for his whole eurotrip with the boys
(
absinthe and
amsterdam and
all)
and i thinks i may need to find my a temp boyf in the meantime. i mean me and the libido will get lonely without any snuggles and cuddles and pillowtalking. heh. i wonder if brad pitt is up for the job? maybe i'll send him an application tomorrow...
it's now ten seventeen pm: and jenny's dooobeeedooobeeedooobeeedooooo going crazy.
finding myself wishing the impossible true.
iTunes is currently spinning: the killers -"all these things that i've done"iTunes INVENTORY:How many total songs?
3906 songs, 10.7 days, 17.88 GB
Sort by Song Title - first and last songs?
First: ...and she told me to leave - lostprophets
Last: zak and sara - ben folds
Sort by Time - first and last songs?
First: reggie and the full effect - ain't getting paid to dance 0:13
Last: pink floyd - shine on you crazy diamond (part I-V) 13:30
Top 10 Played Songs
1. amanda marshall - dark horse
2. taking back sunday - your own disaster
3. rachel yamagata - worn me down
4. dido here with me
5. taking back sunday - you know how i do
6. michelle tumes - lovely
7. the shins - caring is creepy
8. maria - i give you take
9. something corporate - i want to save you
10. sheryl crow - i shall believe
Last 10 Played
1. jimmy eat world - no sensitivity
2. black eyed peas - don't phunk with my heart
3. lindsey lohan - very last moment in time
4. funeral for a friend - moments forever faded
5. tori alamaze - don't cha
6. modest mouse - float on
7. hellogoodbye - dear jamie sincerely me
8. arcade fire - rebellion (lies)
9. whitesnake - every rose has it's thorn
10. nicky holland - i just don't know what to do with myself
Find 'sex.' How many songs show up?
1. keith sweat - twisted
2. TLC's crazysexycool album
3. mary j. blige f. jadakiss - sexy
4. black eyed peas - sexy
5. maxamillion - sexual healing
6. everclear - my sexual life
7. outkas and killer mike - all day i dream about sex
8. weezer - tired of sex
9. right said fred - i'm too sexy
10. gatby's american dream - work lie sex love fear hate friendship
Find 'death.' How many songs show up?
58 songs
-mostly death cab for cutie stuff
-dallas green's "the death of me" EP
-death from above 1979
deftones - deathblow
stars - he lied about death
weezer - death and destruction
reggie and the full effect - deathnotronic
our lady peace - r.k. on death
zack de la rocha and dj shadow - march of death
Find 'love.' How many songs show up?
223
now that you've seen all that i've done, please don't judge me.it's ten o two pm: and i've had one horrible day of school.
a lot has changed since i last awoke early enough to see the sunset.
iTunes is spinning: weezer -"beverly hills"so as my birfday week officially comes to an end (but fear not, the birfday month celebrations still continue on...) i have yet still to feel that i am indeed another year older and with it another year of being not so wise. that said, the last week has been a blast, kicking it off with celebrations of cases of
coronitas and shabams at tonic and thornley playing along with broken glass on the floor and as a results a nicely sliced up foot (complete with promises of a scar and all), then the week went on with a whole lot of playing hookey from school, then on a rare night when lauren didn't have work (because she called in sick to supposedly work on her essay due tomorrow but of course we went out instead...) we headed over to milwaukees for a miss molson indy judging. and the results you ask? well look below for the top 5 finalists. the night capped off with a visit to the branthouse and yummy pink concoctions in the shape of martinis courtesy of mr. bilyea, hostess to the dangle of girls on his arms always. my birfday weekend winded down with the company of mr bradsley, and i got to oogle brad pitt in mr and mrs smith. then a virgin visit to the dance cave at lee's palace with a old-timer visit to rol san's later let me pass out in bed a very happy girlie. sunday was spent mostly dwadling around in bed and waking up finally to the allure of bacon and eggs in my stomach, before unhappily i must add that i remembered i had an assignment due for today. so at 8 pm i got cracking while bradley watched tears of the sun, read a magazine and listened to me whining whilst procrastinating, then he headed off to bed because he had convocation today andi finally went to bed a lots of hours later very very cold. this morning the alarm went off at 6:30 and neither of us got up. bradley missed his convocation but hey i finished my assignment!!! the rest of today was spent procrastinating and a lot of driving for no good reason and the massive and much inevitable rain storm that leads me to the point of life i am in right now. studying for my geology midterm tomorrow. yeeeeeuch. so before i go rant on some more, i'll just leave you with a few snapshots of my birfday week.
night one: the posse.
thornley
a fresh splash of blue and yellow
with two doses of blue cool
miss "sweeties" abagail obliging me for a photograph
night two: it already looks like a good night i see a bed
the girlies who get checked out every day walking along dupont
i'd like to introduce lauren's "nice" smile
miss molson indy finalists, my bet is on miss white bikini or the one next to her.
our pink martinis at the branthouse
the massive candlestick i wanted to jack...sadly it didn't fit in my purse.
so that's it, and oh, i guess now that you've seen pictures of the new hair. and with the new hair i've obtained new superhero abilities...
heh, okay so i want to be susan storm in the fantastic four. no there's a correction, so i want to be jessica alba period. boobage showing at the mtv movie awards and all, hey my theory is if you're hot and you've got it flaunt it.
but this is really want i think about my hair..."play pouting" about it in my beautiful vibrant eye hurting pink boudoir.
i'm officially debunking the notion of having to turn another year older. i have yet to accept that i have to live the years of being beyond twenty one....it's eleven four six pm: and i'm still not sweating over a midterm tomorrow. hurrrah!
facing my twenty two years of existence
iTunes is spinning: white snake -"every rose has its thorn"as the clock almost ticks to midnight, i am awaiting the first steps into my twenty second year of breathing on planet earth. it's been an amazing ride so far. with it's own fair share of ups and downs. and as i quasi celebrated the weekend away, with a pace attuned to that of slow and easy...i spent two blissful days with mr bradley cale. we didn't account to doing much aside from watching a bunch of movies and eating really good food. i had fun. we watched the lords of dogtown and i really liked it. there wasn't much to the movie, it was quite simple actually a movie inspired by the real events, but damn those skater boys always tug at my heart strings. that was followed by a trip up to college and slices of yummy huge, think a quarter of a pizza big slice and beer. the rest of the weekend was spent with quality blockbuster movies, and the viewing of this one french movie that i've been wanting to watch but never really remember what it was called then came across it by chance in the movie store with bradley picking upt he box because he realized what movie it was while i didn't. well. the results were that i got to watch it because it was my birfday. hotdamn i love birfday times. it's the one time a year you can get away with things. tonight, i headed over to the green residence to be treated to a yummylicious birfday dinner by the mommy and daddy green and of course krissy green. it was my first tasting of shrimp risotto. and i must say it was quite tastilicious. definitely going back for more, then it was followed by my ever so favourite course of the meal, dessert. it was rhubarb pie toppped with 8 candles. wheeeee. does that mean i dont' have to turn 22, but that means i can stay 8 forever. hmmm. somehow i don't think it quite works out that way. while, i made a birfday wish and i managed to blow out all 8 candles at once so we'll see if my wish comes true.
in the meantime, bradley remembered to call me at midnight like he said. so that leaves me being a happy girl as i retire to bed.
it's twelve o 5 am: and yes i did get a haircut as mentioned in the previous post. and i still have yet to really come to conclusion whether as to if i'm okay with it. but i'll tell you this, i no longer feel like the sexy asian vixen with long flowing hair....
