tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58389472011-04-21T16:25:08.347-06:00I HATE you but I LOVE you, I can't stop thinking of you.J. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552577821395671682noreply@blogger.comBlogger5771100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5838947.post-1094074536059769072004-09-01T15:30:00.000-06:002004-09-01T15:35:36.060-06:00

GUESS WHO NOW OWNS A DIGITAL CAMERA????? That's right, I do. We went and picked it up at lunch, taking an extra hour past the end of lunch...good times. Well, it takes like half an hour to get to the place anyway, so taht's why. And it was great, dad's flash that he ordered had JUST come in. So yeh, apparently his camera was a whole lot more expensive than I initally thought, I must've seen

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Another reality is that we do miss people when they are gone, it’s human nature. Whether we like to admit it or not, it is also human nature to care, the hard part is finding the courage to demonstrate it.

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I love fog. So peaceful and cool. Mmmmhm. Better when you're in it though. OK, Dave, if you ever read this, which I doubt, I have to talk to you cuz my Dad wants your phone number so he can talk to your rents. He wants to make sure you're not a bad boy or anything. So, unless you are and your parents know it, you have nothing to be afraid of. Um, ok, onto other news...there is no other

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My hair is so dark, it’s like SUPERPLUM. However, it doesn’t look black like those other two times. Of course, that was cuz those times the dyes were actually shades of black. So, I’m still not sure whether dark coloured hair makes me look worse or better. It was pretty horrid for my passport picture, but then I had lighter hair in the more recent passport pictures and it was still horrid so

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Me, for my profile. If it works. 

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This is the camera I'm going to buy. Here it roar. You can take awesome action shots cuz it takes four really quick pics and then makes them into one. SO ooorsome.

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I know I’ve posted these lyrics before, but this song is just so gorgeous and meaningful that I have to post it again. Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you Tell you I need you Tell you I set you apart Tell me your secrets And ask me your questions Oh let's go back to the start Running in circles Coming up tails Heads on a silence

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Hear it roar. MAHA!

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Ok, there's a link to Dave's Blog on the side. Have at it. Although, I hope he doesn't mind that you can now all read it...I'm sure he wont. At least I didn't show you that picture.

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Hey guys, remember the VERY first (of two) slideshow I made? Remember the last slide? Probably not, but I just looked at it and it was HILARIOUS. I laughed very hard. So guys, you should all download 'Hello'. You can chat on there, and it's like the easiest way EVER to share pics with people (providing they're already on your computer). And it's so awesome, when you type 'heart' or 'love', a

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The Coyote from Elk Island! Now, it's not the BEST quality because I had to scan it from the negative (they didn't give me the picture, what crackheads!). However, I'm sure I COULD go get it made into a picture if I really wanted to. Which I might. 

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I dunno if Dave took this pic or not, but he sent it to me so I'm giving him credit. IT is the rockinest school bus I've ever seen. It is 'The Hood Bus'. 

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Now this; this is the work of unhealthy eating and floating ham in a bag. Along with excessive amounts of toxic meat fumes.  

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SUPERHOT Canadians and non-Canadian on Canada Day.  

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These are hot people right here. Much too hot for the likes of me, but I took a picture so I could pretend that I associate with them. Darn, I've just told you my deep dark secret. 

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A bad picture of a flower. I have no idea why I took this. Or attempted anyway. But the vase in from IKEA. 

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Um, yeh. That's me in a hat with lots of feathers in it.  

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I don't remember this, but Lori does so ask her. 

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Well, I don't think anyone looks stoned in this one... 

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I think Lori forgot I was holding a camera, cuz she's not hiding from it for once. 

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Da is tres excited about the prospect of going back in time. In this picture I believe she was in the 1920's, although I'm not sure if she'd want to stay there cuz if I recall correctly, there was an obvious absence of boychicks. 

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Apparently blowing into an empty wine glass with a straw is all the rage with the teenagers these days. (It really is quite cool.) ;) 

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We are in the fabulous climbing tree. It was best ever, even though I almost fell out about 25 times. Even if I had, it woudl've been OK cuz I've fallen out of our tree before. Boy was that a good time.  

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The Vicar and his church. I think someone's trying to play a nasty joke on him, cuz the rope dangling precariously in the background would work sufficiently as a trip wire.  

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I am loving the fact that the shoes match so well. There needs to be a hat. 

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The Masonic Hall. Christie says CJ did some digging and found out it's a cult. I think that's why I look so afraid. 

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The cool lookin' old train. 

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Some more train. 

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The children playing checkers on the farm. I'm winning. Despite the fact that I wasn't even playing. 

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A flower. By the garage. I thought it was quite pretty, so enjoy the beauty. My camera seems to have efficiency in photgraphing flowers. Although, the original looks better. 

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Yeh...I could just not post this...but I know we all need to see the beautiful softness that is Filo close-up...so here it is. 

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In between this picture and the next one there SHOULD be a picture of the coyote. However, although a negative is present the actual photo has vanished and until I figure out how to install the 'scanning from negative' software, it wll be unable to post. And this is Filo. The cokatiel. "The Meat Machines" (ie. Lori and her trusty sidekick...THE MEAT SLICER!!!!!! DAH DAH DAH.) Now this; this

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All I have to say is...Dave, if you ever read this I must infrom you that I think your blog is so awesome. Talking about bringing in the washing amuses me greatly. Especially when I'm at work. But you really need to turn on the comments so I can say this on your blog instead of on my blog. And the pictures are fabulous. And one other thing, how many romances did you HAVE this summer????

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I can't see who's grave this is, but this is the famous (ie political people) grave'yard' by Lenin's tomb dans Russia. 

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GROBAN. I'm going to bring my 'useless' binoculars to the concert so I can see this close up. :D We ALL know how useful those binoculars are in Rexall Place. ;) 

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I have a horrible sinking feeling in my stomach. Not good. In fact, it makes me feel about as crappy as I’ve ever felt. But contrary to my belief, that’s ok. I can’t believe how bad just talking to someone can make me feel. Someone CAN make you hate yourself. Not on purpose of course, but there’s no stopping it. Actually, I don’t think I really hate myself, just intensely dislike. Which

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I rambled on the phone to Dave for over 2 hours yesterday. Good times. Except for the lack of sleep it created, but I guess considering he also hadn’t slept yet it was worse for him and his beer. Right now, I’m on break. However, before break I was colour coding stuff with highlighters, which I shall continue after break. 6 different colours is really not enough. But it does make the paper

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Die attempting to put music on my blog.

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"On this day in 1305 William Wallace was executed in London. Wallace was charged with treason for taking up arms against the English occupation of Scotland. His death fuelled the Scots' drive for independence under Robert The Bruce." And one other thing; if you ever hear a very loud alarm around noon on Mondays coming from the direction of the refineries, it's probably AEF's plant alarm. They

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Lohi, we're going camping from Thursday evening to Sunday morning, so keep yo' schedule clear please! :D And we're going somewhere around Grande Cache. We're either going to go to a cheap-ish campground with showers or we're going to go to the pool in town one day so we can have showers. And there is a lake, so should you choose to freeze your butt off you can go swimming. Last year we

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"In this photograph the stone circle can be seen in the full glory of its dramatic setting. Here, the distant storm clouds over the Helvellyn range contrast with the sunlight on the stones." Personally, I think it looks even cooler than Stonehenge. Especially in this picture cuz the sun is shining on it but there are storm clouds in the background.

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"Before the sun has risen high enough to reach over the surrounding fells and into the bottom of Newlands Valley, the mists on this September day combine with an early frost to give a quiet but wonderfully peaceful feel to the scene." BTW, anything in quoatations (for these pictures) is taken from the book. But anywho, I love mist. And it says it's in Bassenthwaite, which is in 'The Legend Of

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I AM FROZEN AND SO VERY BORED OUT OF MY MIND. And other than that I really have nothing to say. I thought I did, but now that it comes to actually writing something everything I was thinking about that's even semi-worthy of spouting has vanished. Oh, right, I was going to utter my disgust that blogger has gone and put up their blogger bar at the top of blogs (my blog in particular bothers me).

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You know what I’ve realized? I look just like a person who’s about to go into space in my coveralls. They look exactly like the space suit things for NASA (they probably have different functionability) except NASA ones are orange whereas mine are blue. Too bad I can’t bring a camera in and take a picture. I climbed so many ladders and steps today. Wow. 2 and a half hours of pure climbing up

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Today I tell the truth. For too long have I lied and lived those lies. A dozen faces and not one with any substance behind it. A dozen names and not a single person. Today I tell the truth. Never again will anyone, you or I, be given cause to doubt my word, my mind, my heart, my love. Never again. Today I will tell the truth. It sounds so nice, too bad I can't do it. Dave told me to today

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It’s a good thing I have a blog or you guys would be bombarded with SO many emails from me just rambling on about my day. Yes, I mean more emails than I already send you. I am SO cold. Seriously, I think it’s about time to start camping out in the bathroom (where it’s warm) again. I really hope the furnace in this place works as well as the air conditioning. I’m wearing long pants and a

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The new one is TOTALLY British. Ooorsome. I should go ask him questions about England. Cuz that is what happens when I talk to British people. Anywho...I'd be surprised if this actually posts because my LAST post totally didn't work. Probably a good thing cuz I was having second thoughts about the contents.

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Hello, good-bye I wanted to say, but I guess I Don't have the strength to speak tonight It's tricky sometimes When you wanted to run, you'd always hide You can't find the truth behind the lies Another day and I'm on my feet But the street feels like it's sleepin' I'm on a mission and it ain't too sweet You're the reason I'm afraid Said, you're the reason I'm afraid But I want you to

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3 things have in the past 5 minutes bothered me. No, I'm not telling what they are. Except for one. I have nothing against girls, considering that I myself am one, but some are just too GIRLY. Which doesn't bother me when I don't know them and don't have to be near them too often but if I'm stuck in a room of 9 other girls and they're all pink fans and other characteristic girly girl things I

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One simple sentence that almost made me cry; "I wish you enough 'Hello's' to get you through the final 'Goodbye.'" Just thought I'd share it. Here's the whole thing: 'I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joysd in life appear much

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So, today is Friday the 13th. Does anyone have anything to show for it? I certainly don’t, today has been a better day than usual. Except my stomach is in paaaaaaaaain; yesterday my right side hurt so much I thought it was my appendix, I guess it wasn’t cuz I’m not dead. Maybe I have an ulcer. Hmmm. How much time difference is there between here and Greece? 8 hours? 9 hours? Or am I just

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! That looks kinda bad if you just glance add it. ;) But ayway, did you guys get any information in regards to the Alexander Rutherford Scholarship yet?

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IT'S GORGEOUS! You all need to see it, it's shiny and the pic is so screwed up that it looks better than my actual passport picture. AND, it's valid until September 2005 so...if I want to go back for some reason I TOTALLY can! And BTW, is anyone gonna come visit me? If not, I'm going to dump a pail of ice cold water on you. That's right. Or at least a full water bottle that's been in the

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I think I’m going to be the only un-hot girl at Capernwray. Which sucks, but also doesn’t suck because really that shouldn’t matter. Of course, that’s provided that the people there are actually nice, which I’m sure they will be although it’s not always that way. Apparently one girl looks and sounds exactly like Ann Hathaway so we shall have Madam Princess Diaries there. Cool. Those movies

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I JUST DRANK A FULL CUP OF COFFEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I ALSO JUST GOT THE MOST EXCITING EMAIL I HAVE EVER RECIEVED IN MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY VISA HAS BEEN APPROVED AND SHOULD ARRIVE BY PRIORITY COURIER THIS WEEK!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SO glad no one popped into my office just then cuz I was jumping up and down and grinning like a super maniac.

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Hmm, I wonder if people walking by in the hallway can see what’s on the computer screen reflected in my glasses. Also, I think I’m going to stop going on MSN cuz no one is ever on for more than like 10 minutes and I could be doing much more useful things like sitting and pondering how I haven’t seen any of you in ages. Also, I think I’m going to stop blogging until I leave. Which is quite

J. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552577821395671682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5838947.post-1092111264025475672004-08-09T22:12:00.000-06:002004-08-09T22:17:08.413-06:00

Stranger than your sympathy This is my apology I'm killing myself from the inside out And all my fears have pushed you out I wish for things that I don't need All I wanted And what I chase won't set me free All I wanted And I get scared but I'm not crawling on my knees Oh yeah everything's all wrong yeah Everything's all wrong yeah Where the hell did I think I was Stranger than your sympathy I

J. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552577821395671682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5838947.post-1092080242989458222004-08-09T13:37:00.000-06:002004-08-09T13:37:22.990-06:00

So. Tired. Must stay awake. You’d think that after almost a month and a half of getting up at unhealthy hours of the morning I’d learn to go to bed earlier. But no, there are just too many interesting things to do at my house. Such as sit and stare at my journal while writing nothing of relevance and drawing bad pictures. Or sitting and staring at bracelets I was gonna finish for Christmas

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So, HE'S the one who stole the Stone of Scone (if you don't pronounce it right...). It's all connected, The Legend of the Celtic Stone AND Braveheart. Awesome books and awesome movies. Cuz they're about Scotland. Rock on. On this day in 1296, Edward I of England (or Edward Longshanks as he is known to the Scots and has been immortalised in the film Braveheart) stole the Stone of Destiny from

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So, I went to bed last night at 9pm. I don’t think I’ve gone to bed that early in 7 years, if not more. But I got up at 5:55am cuz I had to drive mom and dad to the airport at 6. I didn’t even go in, but I love the airport so much. I dunno what it is. The atmosphere maybe. It’s just like, from there I can go wherever I want to. From there the potential for me to realize all my dreams

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Booyaka, the exchange rate is slowly getting better. Of course, it can abruptly change at any time, but I’m hoping it wont. Cuz that would be bad. I do believe I am now into the 40-some days until I leave. This is scary. But oh-so-very exciting and fabulous. Let’s bounce! Alright guys, I know I say this several times a week, but my musical tastes are going haywire. Cuz it’s been like, 2 or 3

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I think I’m going to have to go and camp out in the washroom. Seriously, it’s the only refuge from the freezing in this place today. My hands are so very cold, I’m surprised they still function. Unfortunately, leather work gloves aren’t all that great for warmth. Well, at least my roof isn’t leaking today. I guess the rain isn’t sufficient. Saving me from having to wade through ice-cold water and

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I am APALLED. About several things, the most recent being some of the people who Christie and Jon are inviting to their wedding. There are GUYS my AGE who are apparently Jon's friend. One of them is the guy I liked for...a long time. Remember GUNKY??? (For those of you who don't know, it's a camp name...therefore I didn't make him up. I pointed him out at YC I think Da. He had red hair. Like,

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NEXT MONTH I WILL BE IN ENGLAND! OH. MY. GOODNESS. AN ONSLAUGHT OF EXCITMENT JUST CAME CUZ IT HIT ME. NEXT MONTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I am now the proud owner of a new bank account, a new and nicer looking debit card, a Student Line of Credit AND a VISA card which I shall try very hard not to use. Hopefully my UK VISA will come in the mail soon too. Maybe both VISAs will come on the same day and I shall have to dub that day a good day. Things are coming together my friends. Hey, quick question to our seasoned travelers out

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Most times I feel like an idiot for posting pictures of guys. But with him, there is no need for explanation or embarassment. He's obviously the hottest thing ever. Which also sounds retarded. And rather obsessive. But oh well, I just think he's superiorly hot, it's not like I have a crush on him or anything. Unless he really is like he is in the movies. But I find it hard to believe ANY guy

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He just has that look. You know...hot...it makes him hot with the eyes and the. Ok, no reasoning, he's just hot. 

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Hahaha, this one's funny. 

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I love his jacket too. 

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Hotness. 

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Hot. 

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Gorgeous. 

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Beautiful. 

J. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552577821395671682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5838947.post-1091403644144678142004-08-01T17:40:00.000-06:002004-08-01T17:40:44.143-06:00

My gallery of hotness. If he was Scottish I might have to stalk him...but seein' as he's not Scottish, I shall have to just look at the gorgeosnous. That movie was awesome you guys, it was tied or BETTER than Princess Diaries. Anywho... 

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I have proven once again that my internal clock works. I woke up this morning and the first thought running through my head was 'it must be 8 o'clock'. It was 8:01. I'm supremely enjoying this. Some people SUCK and should forever erase themselves from the planet. I wish I had a lake in my backyard and an endless supply of nearby cousins that are semi-my age. They rock. Da, wassup with the

J. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552577821395671682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5838947.post-1091124104555798072004-07-29T12:01:00.000-06:002004-07-29T12:01:44.556-06:00

I had another bad dream last night, and the night before.  They are increasing in NUMBER.  Except yesterday’s was one of those running away dreams, which I used to have all the time but have now not had for ages.  It was scary.  But they always are.  And it’s weird because I never used to remember my dreams when I had such a lack of sufficient sleep, as in, I only remembered them when I could

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This is a big SCHMOZZLE!  Man alive.  We send all the stuff they want and then they want MORE.  Honestly, them Brits are picky suckers.  No offense to them or anything, cuz they're fabulous.  Well...the dozen or so that I've met.  Or not met.  ANYWAY, I'm now going into 'debt' for this.  INstead of using my RESP I'm getting a Student Line Of Credit, so we're gonna send that and the money order

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Fire-proof clothing is extremely warm.  Well, I guess that could have something to do with climbing many many flights of stairs.  Actually, it was only about 7 flights of stairs, but that’s still enough to warm you up excessively while in thick anti-flame clothing, hard hat, class 1 CSA approved steel-toed boots, earplugs, safety glasses (they’re cool ones, they look just like sunglasses….which

J. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552577821395671682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5838947.post-1090959944562537022004-07-27T14:24:00.000-06:002004-07-27T14:25:44.563-06:00

Schools offering the kind of stuff I want to take are super-cheap in Scotland.  If I can wangle it, I'm going.  That would be so awesome. 

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Someone please tell me how my earring managed to remove itself from my ear and re-clasp itself while I was sleeping last night. Either it’s magical…or there was something ELSE magical in my room last night. I am, of course, a magical being but still…I think I would’ve remembered taking out my earring, re-clasping it and placing it on the floor beside my bed in the middle of the night. And I don’t

J. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552577821395671682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5838947.post-1090865785346118302004-07-26T12:12:00.000-06:002004-07-26T12:16:25.346-06:00

I had another bad dream last night. Except, while it SHOULD have been worse than the other bad one, it wasn't. Perhaps my dreams are telling me something that's hidden deep in my subconscious. It wasn't nearly as worrisome as the other one...well, it was; in fact it was worse, but it didn't FEEL that way. So. This I think is a good thing. A very good thing. Ok, I just had to write that

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Holy friggin' cow.  I wouldn't be surprised if a tornado came rip roarin' through town tonight.  The clouds certainly are dark enough.  An hour ago I was finishing up my other flyers and it was sunny and HOT out. Wow, I just figured out how a nail-clipper works.  It's pretty complicated.  :: drip :: Also, hot guy from Princess Diaries is in a band.  I NEVER knew that, but now I do.  Um, I

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Another day burns away into darkness  Ever searching for a sign The days grow long and the days grow dark And the days grow ever colder The trust that I started with fades as I get older Though the road is hard it seems to me there is no way around this From all you’ve done for me I know you’ll never break your promise   So here at the end of this day Where the world is shaded in gray I

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Well, that was a really productive day.  I mean, I sat around.  And had a shower.  And ran through the sprinkler.  But really, sitting around WAS productive cuz I found a bunch of fabulous Disney music videos (except I found the one I was actually looking for and it DIDN'T WORK!).  And I found Breath, which I've been looking for for ages.  I'm such an idiot, it was on the Swollen Members website

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Memories consume Like opening the wound I'm picking me apart again You all assume I'm safe here in my room Unless I try to start again   I don't want to be the one The battles always choose cause inside I realize That I'm the one confused   I don't know what's worth fighting for Or why I have to scream I don't know why I instigate And say what I don't mean I don't know how I got

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I have precisely 2 minutes to post.  I wish dude would email me back so I knew if my shoes were OK.  I could just take the half a minute it takes to travel to his office and go ask him directly, but THAT would completely defeat the point of having business email.  I wonder if he's even here today, he didn't leave any message saying he was oging on holiday or anything.  Hmmmmm.  I'm hungry, in an

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If only life were a musical.  That would be awesome.  I can say things when I’m singing, I cannot say things while I’m talking.  So a musical would be perfect.  Wow, I have suddenly gotten an inrush of joy (at this VERY moment) which has rendered me quite speechless!  Seriously, if anyone had come in right then they would’ve had a hard time finding me cuz I was so deep in awe.  I didn’t think

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Are gorgeous. It’s very odd how the ceiling is continuously pouring water to replenish my office’s waterfall while it stopped raining like half an hour ago.  Very odd indeed.  And it didn’t even start pouring in until about 2 minutes before it stopped raining.  It has now almost filled a (this is a guess) 5L pail and is on it’s way to fill the other.  It feels very odd to be walking through an

J. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552577821395671682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5838947.post-1090344829725904072004-07-20T11:33:00.000-06:002004-07-20T11:33:49.726-06:00

So, in an effort to minimize wasted time on the internet, I am posting in Word.  And eventually, will post in blog.  You know, I’ve most recently discovered that putting nail polish on over top of white-out (on your nails) has an interesting effect.  It’s kindof like the thing that a French manicure does except with white-out which is likely much more toxic.  Especially Corporate Express brand. 

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Switchfoot is now officially my favourite band.  I mean, they were before but now it's OFFICIAL.  I'm listening to them ,they rock extremely much.  I tried to 'borrow' "New Way To Be Human" from Christie this morning, but she either brought it to Jon's house or left it at work.  Highly distressing, cuz I was SO looking forward to hearing it.  I was reminded at the concert of the very first time I

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This song is so gorgy. There are a lot of gorgy songs. Most of them are depressing. I wonder if that's reflective of anything.  Come to think of it, I know whether it's reflective of anything or not.  It is the rest of you who are left in the dark.  Muahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!  Ok, I'll stop now.  In addition, Snow Patrol rocks.  I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh I wanna hold

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Switchfoot!!!!!!!  That was the rockinest concert EVER. I can't bring myself to like any concerts but the ones where I know the music (duh), and that's the AWESOMEST one yet!!!! Cuz we were like, first row in the 'mosh' pit [except Red's was dumb and wouldn't allow moshing, so we just jumped up and down and bobbed to the beat and sang VERY loudly]. It was SO fabby cuz Jon and Tim Foreman were

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I really don't have anything to say today.  Except once again Blogger has changed, although this time it's minor.  I have discovered that it's very hard to work with a guy who has a COMPLETELY different taste in music than you.  It wasn't actually that bad, we're both very open-minded about the music (except not so much for country) so we kindof compromised and he played his more 'mellow'

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This song is so unbelievably gorgy...it makes me want to cry. Mmmmmmmmm, it just hits me like songs sometimes do, you know? I dunno if the lyrics actually mean much to me, but I'm posting them anyway and then I guess we'll see. Hold up Hold on Don't be scared You'll never change what's been and gone May your smile (may your smile) Shine on (shine on) Don't be scared (don't be scared) Your

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K, so now I'm done all my work and dude has dissapeared so I can't get more work. So what to do. So far I've had a can of apple juice, a bit of water and have read numerous blogs which ranged from depressing to happy to happy but depressing for me. Hmm, I wonder how many time over this CD has played already. It looks so nice outside, perhaps I'll go tan until Dean comes back. Maybe he is

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Yay to driving in Edmonton through hail and lakes that were previously non-existent. And to losing my shoe in one such lake (it was at one time a part of the Michaels' parking lot). And to scrapbooking some more. Summer can die a horrible horrible death and go very fast so I can run away to England. I don't wanna run away, but I can't take it, I can't understand. Sorry, I had to put that

J. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552577821395671682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5838947.post-1089514255284505782004-07-10T20:50:00.000-06:002004-07-10T20:50:55.286-06:00

That's dad too. Muahaha. 

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Awwwww, look it's Dad! 

J. Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552577821395671682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5838947.post-1089514103879256492004-07-10T20:48:00.000-06:002004-07-10T20:48:23.880-06:00

My aunt! She's the one married to my German uncle. :D 

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