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The exam is done, sans hangover I managed to withhold from the drinking last night :crazy: My parents on the other hand …

Have been drinking since my aunt and uncle have arrived from Poland. Before you gasp in shock and shake your head in anger, remember that these people are from Poland, where the alcohol pretty much runs free. I get the feeling most of Europe is like that, people just drink and talk and that’s their way of having a good talk. Nothing is better than a good beer, a good conversation and perhaps a little dancing in between. I’m not too upset over this. I probably should be since I’m a nice Canadian girl but whatever, I’ll let them enjoy themselves. Who am I to tell them not to have fun? :drink:

:angry: This bitch was giving me the evil eye on the bus on the way home today cause she thought I was looking at her “man”. She was about twice as big as me and she was wearing huge hoop earings with the word ‘bling’ written in the middle of them. Yeah, right. I was looking at her man. I was actually playing my old school Nintendo Game Boy and eating a cornmeal muffin the whole time, each time I would look up though she’d be staring at me with these accusatory eyes. I was a little scared :confused:

Have you ever been to a karaoke bar? Have you ever wanted to? If you have, what’s your favourite song to sing? I’m going to a karaoke bar tonight with the parents. They’re going to make me sing.

Life is GOOD. I’m home on a Friday night (again) this time cause I have an exam tomorrow morning. If I were to get my ass drunk tonight it would not be a good thing. I’d probably end up waking up late and failing that class cause I missed my exam. Ah well.

Life is very, very GOOOOOOOD :D :D :D

I found something out today that just made my day 15546x better

Exams have begun. It’s a hellish experience, in my book. Not because exams are poor forms of testing one’s knowledge, but because I don’t actually study and then I do poorly then I would if I had studied and then I berate myself for not studying.

I’m going to bed in 20 minutes, at nine pm so I can get a head start tomorrow on my review right before my exam. I’ll be there on time as well, today at my first exam I was ten minutes late because I missed my bus. I was convinced the prof wouldn’t let me into the exam and I was already thinking up ways of weaseling my way into it; the five stages of grief came to mind: shock, anger, sadness, bargaining and acceptance. Yet it was a-okay in the end.

Tomorrow I go to Tdot and spend the evening at Melba’s so we can go to a concert that night; thankfully there is no exam the next day so I can stay up as late as I want and I won’t have to worry about it. Saturday morning is my following exam and then nearly a full week before I have to go back to that institution and finish up what I’ve started.

I’m a week and a half away from four months of vacation. It hasn’t sunk in but soon it will, I gather. I plan to work full time the whole summer - if I can get the hours. If I can’t .. I’ll be very sad. My goal (I never have goals; this is a surprise even to me) is to save $5,000. That will pay for my entire trip to Italy next June and then some. I’ll have over a thousand dollars at my disposal for presents, booze and misc. shopping sprees. This is my second - and hopefully not last! - chance to go to Italy and I intend on making it worth it. Oh and I definitely intend on taking photos - my own photos while there. Soon, my encounter of the first trip will be written out and you’ll understand just what the fuck I’m actually talking about.

Anyway, nine o’clock approaches. Time to get my ass to bed.

I have officially lost the remote control to my DVD player. This is upsetting news because I being a lazy bastard don’t like to get up to change shit and stuff. What the hell am I going to do without my remote?! :angry:

EDIT: 1:28 am I have found the remote! Actually, my mother did. Then she told me and I did a little dance. :blush:

If you’ve been coming to TB.org in the last 36 hours or so you may have noticed first the technical difficulties sign and then a really screwed up layout with a different background and stylesheet but the same image from the previous layout. That’s cause I couldn’t update my header and footer through GM for some God forsaken reason. It wasn’t until .. now that I tried updating the files without the Provance script in the header and the bloody thing rebuilt in like two seconds. This further puts Provance and I on bad terms. The stupid website has been down now for these past two days which is probably why I couldn’t do update in the first place. :angry: Stupid website!!

Anyway, I just changed the layout .. cause Whatevs, man. Last night I was working on my Italy & Spain little novella. It’s not going to be very creative; it’ll probably be just an offshoot of TB.org with images and details explaining each day; the reason I want to make it fairly descriptive (ie, long!) is cause I want to remember everything; I don’t want to forget anything about the first time I visited Italy! That would totally suck That should be up eventually; I’ve finished the first two days last night.

First, I need to finish making Leah’s layout, so I’m off.

It’s Good Friday and I’ve already eaten three miniature cocktail weenies. Will God smite me down for indulging in my cocktail weenie fetish? I hope not, it would make Him look a little petty if he did

Ugh, I’m so bad with the money lending. I hate it when people lend me money. Well, not hate .. I love it and I hate it. It’s a double edged sword. I love it cause I love receiving money but I hate it because I’m expected to return the bloody stuff. If you ever see me and I ask to borrow more than five dollars, run. Run like the devil is chasing you. I’ll thank you for it later.

I don’t think anyone enjoys paying money back. Having cash is a nice thing; especially when it’s not your own and you don’t have to worry about it but when the time comes to pay it back, the money that you agreed to return, it’s like a bane upon your soul. I curse the asshole who decided to lend me money in the first place when I have to give it back.

Case in point, a friend of mine (aquaintance really) lent me ten dollars to go to the Pita Pit with her for lunch one day. I told her I had no cash - I even showed her my empty wallet I think - but she dragged me along with her explaining that she’d lend me the cash. That’s how I got conned into taking ten dollars for a pita. I still haven’t paid her back. Sometimes, when I see her, I have the cash on me, I just don’t feel like parting with it yet, or I need it for a bus ticket home or something (this month I didn’t buy a monthly bus pass cause I’m an idiot, don’t ask questions). Other times, I don’t have the cash at all. Each time I see her, though, I’m racked with guilt at not having given the money back which isn’t my fault entirely cause she sort of forced me to take the cash. It’s a nice gesture, but it’s led to much grief on my part.

Can money lending be any less stressful? Thank GOD she isn’t charging me interest on the bloody tenner or else I’d be ripping my hair out in fistfuls coupled with the fretful worrying! I don’t really think there is a way you could borrow money without feeling sucky; it’s cause there’s a loaner and a borrower. The loaner will forever - well, until said debt is paid off - hold that axe of a loan above the borrower’s head and it’s really like an axe; any argument can easily be won with, “yeah but I’m not the one who owe’s [insert monetary value above $5 here]!!” Damn it .. he’s got me there.

Thank God for people like Leah, though. No matter how much I owed her - usually no more than $20 - she was always on my ass, asking for the cash. Most times that’s a huge pain and a total aggravation, but without it, she probably would still be waiting for that cash and I’d still be wracked with guilt over not paying her back!

The moral lesson in this story kids is stay away from the money lender. Please, for the love of God, stay away.