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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.

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:

It’s Remembrance Day in Canada. Did you buy a poppy? I did. Not that I’m boasting or anything. I’m just saying

I’ve been in a big Fiona Apple kick. I had never heard any of her music other than ‘Criminal’ but I’m a huge fan now. I downloaded ‘When the Pawn …’ awhile ago and fell in love and finally aquired ‘Tidal’ which I’m just consuming now. It’s good! She’s so pretty and talented. I thought she was a crackpot when I first saw her, which was when she accepted an award from .. MTV, I think, and made a spectacle of herself. She was raped. That’s harsh and I can’t relate at all but it’s insightful to hear her music. It’s also pretty.

Speaking of raping …

Well, not really. I’m just a wee upset. It’s pathetic really. I’ve sworn of men for a little while, which is kinda not hard for me cause my relationship card for this whole fucking year has been ZERO, but it seems that as soon as I swore myself to a little bit o’celebacy the fucking lovebirds come out to spawn in front of me. Today alone, before 2pm I have seen three couples make-out explicitly. In public. On or near a bus. I don’t know what’s the occasion. Maybe that’s how people like to remember those who died for the country but I just think that’s a little bit callous.

Yes, I’m jealous, if anyone’s asking. Wouldn’t you be? Fuck that, man. Sit together, hold hands, fine. Just save the kissy-kissy stuff for when I’m not around. Jesus.

I nearly killed myself getting off the bus today. It was still moving and I was putting on my backpack and I started falling backward. My arm stretched out in front of me helped to stabilize my balance though. I did manage to spill some of my coffee on a seat, though. That was hot. Reaaaaal smooth, baby.

Ya, I’m in a sarcastic mood. I’m just .. jaded and alone and pathetic and I wish I wasn’t. In retrospect, Fiona Apple’s kinda appropriate for my mood right now. Thank God I’ve got her to voice it for me. Thank God indeed.

Well, I still have yet to receive the tattoo :angry: I’m getting antsy. I really want to see what it looks like.

Last night I went to see alexisonfire with Toast. It was a great night. From Fiction, Closet Monster and Moneen opened for them and got the crowd really riled up. What was even cooler was we (Toast and I) were discussing From Fiction earlier that evening and how a guy from our program is in it. Sure enough, when we get to the concert, they’re opening for alexisonfire. Pretty sweet deal for them. Neither of us have decided whether we’ll actually mention we saw him at the concert. He passed by us a couple of times, so I guess he saw us. Whether he noticed us is an entirely different matter.

I bought a Moneen shirt. I wish I had bought an alexisonfire shirt too

This will be a quick post. I’m going to Limeridge to get my cell phone’s battery exchanged. Bloody cellphones, I can’t ever buy one without having something wrong with it!!

Yesterday I went to the Ryerson Parade and Concert at Fort York. I’m not much on school spirit, but it was cool that they shut down half of Bloor and Front St.’s for us. Also, Matt Fucking Good played at the concert so I wasn’t going to miss it.

Matt Good is exactly what everyone think’s he is: an unshakable prick. He was fucking awesome. He played almost all of his new songs, Apparitions, Weapon, Hello Time Bomb, Load Me Up and another song that I had never heard before. I can’t even find it online which makes me wonder if it’s a cover or if it’s a b-side. Leah, any help? You’re good with those He was singing about a girl named Caroline, she died when she was 21 in the big city. I think that’s how the chorus went, roughly. It was really nice and I liked it and I wouldn’t mind finding it.

Oh man, but he played ‘We’re so Heavy’ which is my favourite song off the White Light Rock & Roll Review album. Especially the very end of it. I begged him to sing the very end and then he did The most fantastic part of the concert? I was front row center. Patience is a virtue and it’ll earn you a fan-fucking-tastic spot at a great concert!!

Anyway, I must go because I have to catch my bus!

Back again, this time with a new layout. I decided to make a new one after getting home this morning at seven. I thought today was Friday and not Thursday and I went in for my eight hour shift only to find out I wasn’t scheduled to work. That was a big pain in the ass cause everyone had a good chuckle and I didn’t have to get out of bed so early this morning. What made it even worse was that I got up to find pouring rain outside my window. Somewhere, Noah was building himself an ark this morning. Thankfully, though it has stopped and I spent my morning working on this lovely David Beckham layout.

If anyone wants to hear the technical aspects, here goes: I found the images in the new Vanity Fair on stands right now. What attracted me to Beckham was the fact that he’s fucking gorgeous. There are some men who are handsome and then there are David Beckhams. Definitely not the sort of men you can simply brush off. Anyway, I bought the issue cause I really don’t know much about the guy apart from he’s hawt, he’s married to Posh Spice and he makes grown women weep. Annie Liebowitz outdid herself in the photography so here I am making a little shrine to his semi-nude rock hewn body.

I just found out that I need to go in to work in about 45 minutes. Some asshole called in sick and I just got talked into working three hours. Ah well. It’s just a little more money in my pocket. Speaking of which, I was worried that I wasn’t going to have enough cash to have a nice time in Ottawa and Quebec City with Leah in a week and a half cause I managed to spend about a hundred dollars in a week. Yes, I was very upset with myself. But to my surprise, when I checked my bank account this morning to see how much I got paid I found a hefty sum in there. I’ve managed to save over $600 thus far. If you know me, this is a very big accomplishment for myself. Especially since, for the most part, my debit card has stayed by myself.

I’ve had my weaknesses. I buy food when I go out, I bought the new Matt Good CD on a whim (cause it had TOTALLY skipped my attention that he was releasing one, so when I saw it I got all giddy and practically skipped to the counter with my purchase) and I’ve been buying things for Valo when I shouldn’t (Valo = hamster). But, I am really proud of myself. I’m starting to learn how to manage money. It feels good to be able to do so! Now all I need to do is emurge from my road trip with some cash intact

Thanks people, you all rock for being such hardcore sympathizers. I’m okay now. I had a good cry and a hardcore conversation with my Leah who helped me out a lot.

Mm, Ryan Adams is a good singer. He’s so mellow; perfect for a warm spring night. It’s a damn fucking shame I have to work tonight at 11:30. Bloody night shifts, they suck all of the energy out of me and I can’t do anything about it cause I need the cash and night shifts pay the most.

Hmm, Ryerson University has a livejournal community. Go figure!