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Happy Easter, fellow Christians! I’m about to do my one act of Catholic duty and go to Church. Normally I’d pass, but my sister has decided to take the children on a “field trip” so I feel compelled to come with my mother. I hate going. It’s only fifteen minutes, but it’s a pain in the ass to find parking and there are just so many people there .. it’s madness.

Plus, there’s always someone who has like this massive Easter basket that’s decorated up the wazoo. I mean, honestly, it’s just a ceremonial piece, does it need to look like Donatella Versace decorated it? Honestly, people. Simplicity is key, in my opinion.

I was perusing a bit torrent website last night before heading to bed and I found the most wonderful thing: With Teeth, the new Nine Inch Nails 5 song EP. Of course, I had to at least try and download it. I don’t know, maybe God was on my side last night cause it finished in six minutes. That’s the shortest bit torrent download I have ever faced! I mean, I know it’s not a large file, but dang that was quick. Not that I was complaining. Actually, I was a little suspicious. I began to get paranoid, thinking that the Feds had targeted that site and I - being the total douche bag that I am - unwittingly fell into their little ploy. :confused:

So I am enjoying myself with the gentleman. He mentioned the other day that I hadn’t updated, so this is sort of for him. And for Leah You and Blair better stop laughing at me, m’dear I might have to come up there and hurt you both. Then again, if you go to China I’m not going to be able to. But I will be sad if you move out to Asia. Do they really need more people there? I hear it’s overpopulated as it is

Ah, but I digress. The gentleman. What can I say? He’s a sweetie and he tolerates my Keanu love. But only barely. Honestly, I don’t know what else to say … hehe. Off to go bless our basket!

Szczęśliwy Wielkanoc, everyone! (Happy Easter, yo)

Man, I’ve been listening to a lot of Matthew Good lately. When I went to see what Leah’s up to, she said she’d been doing the same. Spooky, huh? We live on opposite ends of Ontario and we still manage to catch the same wavelength. That’s beyond awesome.

It’s quarter to ten in the morning right now. I’m not even sure I’m awake, but I had a half hour to kill before class so I decided to log on and began typing. Bloody Quantitative Statistics … why the shit does it have to be so bloody early in the morning??

I’m gonna go off on a rant again, so I’d better change the subject.

Mmm, Diet Coke at 9:45 am still tastes damn good. I think I have to resign myself to the fact that I am hopelessly and eternally addicted to the bloody stuff. I didn’t believe my brother-in-law when he said you could … damn it. Although, I have been drinking a lot more water recently! Yay for that.

Ah, maybe I should add Maynard James Keenan (Keenen?) to the subject line. I can’t get enough of Emotive either. That album just rocks the pants right off me. Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the War Drum = best. Song. Ever. Well, not really. That’s still REM’s Losing My Religion. But it’s damn close!

NIN is coming to Toronto and I’m missing the bloody show(s). I knew I shouldn’t have boycotted Edge 102. They announce these things well in advance. I might have had a chance to get tickets It pains me to think that Trent will be so damn close yet so far away from me I still remember when I first experienced the glory that is Nine Inch Nails.

I was at Louise’s and she popped in a tape; a tape, people! It was the soundtrack to Se7en. The opening notes to Closer intruiged me. They were hypnotic.

Oh man, Daniel just showed me the front page of the entertainment section of the Tdot Star. Billy Idol, baby. Leah! I want to see him so bad If only to hear him groan out Rebel Yell. It’d be me and like a hundred middle-aged women, screaming and throwing panties up on stage … it’ll be so hot!

Ah well, class is about to start. Need to go in. Daniel says’ the assignment is easy. Thank God for small miracles.

I’d like to offer a retraction from my previous entry. I did not throw a mayou packet at Melissa, I threw a mayo packet. Two seperate people called me out on it. Now I’m not fond of making typographical errors cause I’m kinda anal about them … er, most of the time. MSN doesn’t count, people! Anyway, still .. it was an honest mistake.

The simpler thing to do would have been to fix the mistake and not mention it in this post. Haha, but I’m not one to do that.

Anyway! Last week was … well, horrendous towards the end, but it’s picked up since! Friday I had that essay due in Arne’s class. Suffice it to say, it was long, boring and almost 600 words short of the 3,000 required. Ah well, it’s not like he’s going to count each word. I think I was succinct enough in my 2,400+ words. It was on the Polish partisan movement during the second World War, if anyone’s wondering. I - stupidly, of course - thought it would be easier to do an essay on a country I’m somewhat familiar with. Well, most of the books written about the Underground State were written in Polish. I read Polish at a .. hmm, grade six level? It was difficult, but I managed to decipher enough. I really need to learn to not “challenge” myself with these things. I mean, that’s what a thesis is for, right? Let’s stick to the easier things when it’s just run of the mill essays, mkay?

So, after torturing myself for twenty-four hours straight writing that bitch, I’ve spent the weekend in a relatively happy state. I’ve met someone He might or might not be reading this right now .. if he is, I’m not happy You said you wouldn’t! Hehe, I’m only kidding He’s cute and Holy God, incredibly smart! and I have a big ol’ full-blown crush on him :blush:

On Friday I also had myself a bit of an adventure. I was supposed to go to Toronto and spend the night dancing it up with Mags, but that unfortunately fell through My friend Jake’s band was playing in London so Rachel, Suzie, Turco, Becky and I decided to finally go see a show. They were awesome! Good, old-fashioned rock music. The lead singer reminded Rachel and I of David Gray. We got home around 1am and bummed around until 3-ish at which point we decided to go for a drive. We went as far as Niagara Falls, I think, but I can’t be too sure cause I fell asleep on the way there. I woke up at around noon after coming home at 6am. I don’t even think I changed out of my pj’s yesterday

It was nice. I like it when I don’t have to worry about going out. Bah. I need to get ready for work now

At work, Melissa kept singing Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Over and over and over. Now, I like that song as much as the next person, but she only sang one line from it.:cry: I really did want to hurt her. At one point I threw a mayou packet at her.

I’m an Actors staffer at TFL. Look at me, just gobbling up the responsibility!

I had a sleep-over last night. There was tequila and sourpuss involved. Nothing interesting happened though; we mostly watched Y tu mam� tambi�n and Eternal Sunshine, ate chips, drank lots of V8 Splash and talked. It was enjoyable, except Rachel and Suzie boggarted the floor, Turco had the couch and I was relegated to the bloody Lay-z-Boy. Ah well, I went to bed when they left at 6am

Maggie’s birthday is coming up :X I have no clue what to get you, Maggie. What if I just get you spectacularly drunk when we go out, will that suffice?

Woo! I’m going to see Snow Patrol in May with Tatjana (and possibly Jenn if she decides she’s gonna stop being a douche bag and come). I’m pretty excited. Not nearly as excited as Ms. Tatjana is, but then again, she thinks she’s gonna marry Gary Lightbody. Ya, I don’t know either. Personally, I like the one that looks like Norman Reedus. Okay, so in that picture he looks more like a coke addict, but whatever. He’s still better looking. Mr. Lightbody isn’t exactly the cat’s meow himself.

In other news, I got a B+ on my Global Studies midterm, woo, go me. And an A- on my Ideas 400 midterm. I won’t mention the Espionage midterm because, to be fair, I wasn’t there for the whole class (switched into it two weeks after school started) so I didn’t have all of the notes. I passed, but .. well, it was a C-, okay? Not my shining moment. Neither was Statistics, which I know I failed utterly. Ugh. It was all of the math, I tell you!

Honestly, math and I do not get along. We exchanged words in grade eleven and suffice it to say, math left in tears and we haven’t spoken since. So now that I’m being forced to … fraternise with math again, it’s just a tough process, really. Besides, I asked three or four people for all of the formulas before the midterm and everyone, everyone dismissed me saying that the formulas would be on the midterm. Fat lot of help they were! All I wanted them for was to practice, not because I needed to memorise them. I knew perfectly well they would show up on the midterm, but I sure as hell didn’t know how to use some of them. I’m sure if I had the opportunity to study them, I would have, though It’s not terribly difficult stuff, just something my oh-so-not analytical brain needs a little extra help with.

I’ve gone off on math again. Woe. Subject change.

So, after Nick mentioned that Arne probably has more useful tools at his disposal, being an ex-spy after all, in reference to my mentioning Arne googling himself and finding my website, I pondered a bit. I know, that last sentence was terrible and riddled with grammatical suicide, but it’s late and I’m really only rambling. But I digress. In all honesty, I don’t think Arne would call up any of his spy buddies, nor does he regularly do so to check who’s been talking about him. Sometimes I google my own name, when I’m bored, so I was thinking, perhaps he does so as well. He’s more famous than I am, having written more books than me, and spent more time in the public eye than I have, strictly as a pundit I assume, I think if I were in his place I would google myself on the odd occasion.

Being the nosy parker that I am, I decided to google him. 193 results. Arne, if you’re reading this, why are you so bloody famous? Do you know how many results come up for me? Six. That’s quite a difference. Well, anyway, I decided to peruse them. Turns out, my website is number eleven. And yes, I have mentioned his last name, in brackets, right next to his first name, so if there were any doubt in his mind if some other Arne was teaching at Ryerson about Espionage, he’d know right away that it’s not the other Arne but him. :O

Can you tell that I’m tired? And why am I just rambling on and on about this professor? Well, you know you’ve left an indelible impression on someone when she can’t stop talking gushing(?) about you on the World Wide Web.

I’m gonna chalk these rather Ryerson-oriented posts as presents for the dear, sweet Alex who says she visits everyday You’re still a sweetheart. And I enjoyed the Timbits after I failed my midterm. They certainly helped.

EDIT: OMG, there is another Glory Fades. I don’t know whether to be upset or to ask the person to be my bosom pal. Coincidentally, we’re both involved at TFL. She must know I own this domain, it’s plastered all over my signature at the boards and I’m on there often! How positively rude

EDIT #2: I have now fixed the contact form, in case anyone is wondering. And it is now 4:24am. Yes, I am an insomniac. :crazy:

Brand new layout to commemorate the grand announcement: I got the Constantine fanlisting! I was thrilled, but of course inspiration didn’t hit me when I got the fanlisting, so the layout at the moment looks like someone spewed all over it. Pardon the mess. It’ll be nicer soon. I just need to get through the rest of the year.

34 more days of my second year in university. I can’t believe it’s half over. I’m torn between being grateful that I’m still in a program and disgusted at being in such a basic program. Okay, so it isn’t “basic”, but some of the courses I really loathe. Like, for example, Quantitative Research and Statistics. I don’t forsee any research in my future life, so I don’t really think I should be taking this course, yet I am forced into it because it’s a “prerequisite”. Ugh, how infuriating. What mostly makes me want to flee the very sight of this course is the math involved. Anyone who knows me personally knows that I loathe, absolutely, positively detest anything related to number crunching. It’s just not my nature to care about formulas nor understand them. I simply do not have the brain capacity for it. Nor the patience, really. But I’m forced to take it anyway. And I’ll suck up my dignity and do it with a smile. Or at least a stern grimace.

Daniel and I had an interesting conversation today regarding Arne. Danny Girl seems to be under the impression that she has Arne in her corner, when everyone and their second-cousin know that Arne is completely wrapped around my pinky finger Okay, so we were having a bit of fun, discussing our favourite prof. I won’t mention his last name here, cause I probably have already and if he ever happens to google himself and comes upon my website I’ll be utterly mortified. Especially if he maliciously calls me out on it in front of the class. He seems the type to do it. Cold, calculating and has a penchant for making people squirm. I don’t know why, but that just sends shivers down my spine. Did I mention he was a former spy?

In other Arne news, he showed us hardcore pornography in Espionage today. Before you question his sanity, it was utterly in context! The porn in question was actually propaganda created by British women during World War II in a branch of intelligence which I can’t seem to recall the name at the moment, but I assure you it was there. They created the porno propaganda to plant the seads of doubt in the minds of German soldiers by often referring to their leaders as sexual deviants. Very fascinating stuff. I couldn’t stop giggling like a schoolgirl, though. So much for maturity, hmm?

I have more class with him tomorrow, Global Studies. Before, I have to meet up with Shmelba, though, and go to Robarts. I’ve been putting this off all week and I really need research if I’m going to write two essays for dear, sweet, malicious Arne. Toodles, everyone! Let me know what you think of the new layout!