so the other day i was on the bus. i've been getting over a cold, and all that i have left is this nagging cough, which sounds nasty, but i'm really quite healthy otherwise.
so i was on the bus and started cuching a bit. i was polite, i covered my mouth with my elbow (not my hand) and was trying not to be too disruptive. WELL! the first sound that comes out of my mouth, and the lady in front of me thinks i have the black plague! she starts leaning forward and using her hood to protect herself. i'm thinking, 'eff you, lady, i'm coughing, not spitting blood on you!' then i thnk, well, lat's make her really freak out!
so i continue to PURPOSELY cough behind this lady, giving her the uber heebie-jeebies. i continued this until my stop, making sure to couch extra loud as i got off the bus.
screw you lady. i have a right to cough. hope you bleached your coat whe you got home. hypochondriac freaks are wasting their time on nothing. germs are good. suck it up bitch.
rant ended
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
short a gypsy in my life...why can't i hear the gongs?
Today was a hard day.
Today, I had to say goodbye to my roommate, my best friend in university, my sister and my college sweetheart. (screw you d.) Today, she finished the last performance of her show, "The Death of the Good", packed up the car, and drove into the horizon.
It's crazy how fast this all happened. Just two weeks ago i was lying on her bed and we were chatting about life, love, turd mongers and the like, avoiding the impending doom of our english canada essays. We were eating ice cream, talking about the show, talking about life, and little unimportant things that even now I can't remember, but I remember that the time we had on her bed, just chatting and eating stale ice cream was so amazing because it was with her. She's been there for everything for me since second year, through the highs and lows, the essays and the drafting projects, bs profs and horrible plays, break ups and hook ups, fights and makeout sessions, and everything in between.
These past 12 monthes have been a whirlwind. This time last year, I was getting on a plane, on my way to Paris, escaping my dissolving realtionship. I had some hard monthes over the summer, living with an ex, having a potential roommate dumpe me via text (while in te middle of a fight with the ex too...guh) living by myself, and having stephie come back with her own broken heart. Together we rebuilt each other, and lived in our house of love at 2-quart. We had theme parties, dance parties, skank parties, severe injury parties, and just amazing times together. And on top of all that she was an amazing roommate who I never had a problem with (EVER!) and even the one tiff we had resulted in a huuuge payoff and more awesomeness!
And now she's gone.
Last night, we had a few people over for drinks and we went to the lochs fora final send off. We held hands and walked along parlaiment, arm in arm, hand in hand. the water was beautiful. with our own little discretion in each of our hands, we said our goodbyes together to parlaiment. We then had our ast Mellos night together and kissed each other goodnight.
I wish there was more time, I wish i could hug her and kiss her one more time, I wish I could hear her drunken giggle one more time. I know she's not gone forever, she's only across the pond, but it's not like it's a road trip away. She's no longer down the hall from me screaming at the news on her laptop or skyping people on the other side of the world. Now she's on her way to be with them, and I'm jealous. She's mine.
She'll be okay. She'll have her amazing adventures that she always has, and live the amazing life she's always wanted. And I'll be okay too. I'll go on with my life and with my own adventures too. I'll just miss the adventures we had together.
...never forget how gong we are.
-janeovison.
Today, I had to say goodbye to my roommate, my best friend in university, my sister and my college sweetheart. (screw you d.) Today, she finished the last performance of her show, "The Death of the Good", packed up the car, and drove into the horizon.
It's crazy how fast this all happened. Just two weeks ago i was lying on her bed and we were chatting about life, love, turd mongers and the like, avoiding the impending doom of our english canada essays. We were eating ice cream, talking about the show, talking about life, and little unimportant things that even now I can't remember, but I remember that the time we had on her bed, just chatting and eating stale ice cream was so amazing because it was with her. She's been there for everything for me since second year, through the highs and lows, the essays and the drafting projects, bs profs and horrible plays, break ups and hook ups, fights and makeout sessions, and everything in between.
These past 12 monthes have been a whirlwind. This time last year, I was getting on a plane, on my way to Paris, escaping my dissolving realtionship. I had some hard monthes over the summer, living with an ex, having a potential roommate dumpe me via text (while in te middle of a fight with the ex too...guh) living by myself, and having stephie come back with her own broken heart. Together we rebuilt each other, and lived in our house of love at 2-quart. We had theme parties, dance parties, skank parties, severe injury parties, and just amazing times together. And on top of all that she was an amazing roommate who I never had a problem with (EVER!) and even the one tiff we had resulted in a huuuge payoff and more awesomeness!
And now she's gone.
Last night, we had a few people over for drinks and we went to the lochs fora final send off. We held hands and walked along parlaiment, arm in arm, hand in hand. the water was beautiful. with our own little discretion in each of our hands, we said our goodbyes together to parlaiment. We then had our ast Mellos night together and kissed each other goodnight.
I wish there was more time, I wish i could hug her and kiss her one more time, I wish I could hear her drunken giggle one more time. I know she's not gone forever, she's only across the pond, but it's not like it's a road trip away. She's no longer down the hall from me screaming at the news on her laptop or skyping people on the other side of the world. Now she's on her way to be with them, and I'm jealous. She's mine.
She'll be okay. She'll have her amazing adventures that she always has, and live the amazing life she's always wanted. And I'll be okay too. I'll go on with my life and with my own adventures too. I'll just miss the adventures we had together.
...never forget how gong we are.
-janeovison.
Monday, April 13, 2009
is it the end?
just got off the longest, mos exhausting shift of my life.
i should be studying. but i've been thinking...
my last class has been taken.
end of the year bash has passed.
now i'm sitting in my room, not studying and contemplating future.
do i stay or do i go?
what is here, and what's everywhere else?
i should really be studying. at this rate, i'll be here another year because I wasted my time blogging and not studying.
fml. what to do...
-janeovision
i should be studying. but i've been thinking...
my last class has been taken.
end of the year bash has passed.
now i'm sitting in my room, not studying and contemplating future.
do i stay or do i go?
what is here, and what's everywhere else?
i should really be studying. at this rate, i'll be here another year because I wasted my time blogging and not studying.
fml. what to do...
-janeovision
Thursday, April 9, 2009
her roof, her roof, her roof was on fire...
as if!
the story!
my sis came home tuesday after a trip to cuba. she dropped off her car with her spooze to get it fixed b/c someone side swiped it before they left.
so they get in a cab:
"where to?"
"36 york please"
"oh, you mean the place that burned down?"
"...what?"
"yea, it burned down last night."
"what? noo..."
"yup, i live a block away, i saw it go"
so my sister and husband came home to a burned down apartment. apparently the fire started in the back of the apartment building and moved diagonally to their unit.
kitchen, living room, and dining room are gone.
all the wedding presents they got in august and the new stuff they bought for their new apartment, gone.
luckily their clothes survived, a few things in the kitchen the bedframe, and most importnat, their thesis'!
and obviously, they're ok. a bit shaken up, but they are doing better than the initial shock.
i am getting apartment insurance ASAP!!
it crazy how one moment, everything can be shiny happy people, and the next it's burnt.
wow. thinking of you sis.
-janeovision
the story!
my sis came home tuesday after a trip to cuba. she dropped off her car with her spooze to get it fixed b/c someone side swiped it before they left.
so they get in a cab:
"where to?"
"36 york please"
"oh, you mean the place that burned down?"
"...what?"
"yea, it burned down last night."
"what? noo..."
"yup, i live a block away, i saw it go"
so my sister and husband came home to a burned down apartment. apparently the fire started in the back of the apartment building and moved diagonally to their unit.
kitchen, living room, and dining room are gone.
all the wedding presents they got in august and the new stuff they bought for their new apartment, gone.
luckily their clothes survived, a few things in the kitchen the bedframe, and most importnat, their thesis'!
and obviously, they're ok. a bit shaken up, but they are doing better than the initial shock.
i am getting apartment insurance ASAP!!
it crazy how one moment, everything can be shiny happy people, and the next it's burnt.
wow. thinking of you sis.
-janeovision
Sunday, April 5, 2009
death to essays: hour 42 (i'm guessing, but it sounds about right...)
nothing is more satisfying than writing the last words of your last essay ever.
42 (ish) hours
17 cups of tea
4 fast food meals
1 bowl of ice cream
endless distractions and bouts of procrastination.
it's done.
kiss my ass TIEC. we're through!
-janeovision
42 (ish) hours
17 cups of tea
4 fast food meals
1 bowl of ice cream
endless distractions and bouts of procrastination.
it's done.
kiss my ass TIEC. we're through!
-janeovision
death to essays: hour 28 (i'm gussing now...)
i'm up. i'm showered.
i haven't even looked at my essay yet.
meeting in 45 minutes. work in 5 hours. 3 pages left.
i can do this, right?
stumbling/fb/twitter/useless blogging will be the death of me and my academic career.
oh well.!
-janeovision
i haven't even looked at my essay yet.
meeting in 45 minutes. work in 5 hours. 3 pages left.
i can do this, right?
stumbling/fb/twitter/useless blogging will be the death of me and my academic career.
oh well.!
-janeovision
death to essays: hour 14...is this even coherent?
guh.
ok, i have about 5 pages double spaced. i just have to write the comparative part and an opinion thingy on the future of the festival.
fuck i'm tired. listening to cbc radio 3 and drowning out the noises in and around my apartment.
the last song mentioned snow. it made me angry. no more snow. pretty sun and sandals only from here on in! eff you snow!
i think i might start on the next paragraph a bit then go to bed, i have a meeting and work tomorrow and i need to be coherent. or maybe not, the last time i went to work super tired i made out like a bandit. i guess guests feel sorry for the poor delusional student who 'has to work obscene hours to scrape by in this dog-eat-dog world'
now who's delusional? pity party equals rent.
...am i even using the correct terms? this essay is sucking the coherence out of me.
3 more pages. 3 more pages.
...fuck it, i'm going to put on Hook and pass out until the am.
until then.
-janeovision
ok, i have about 5 pages double spaced. i just have to write the comparative part and an opinion thingy on the future of the festival.
fuck i'm tired. listening to cbc radio 3 and drowning out the noises in and around my apartment.
the last song mentioned snow. it made me angry. no more snow. pretty sun and sandals only from here on in! eff you snow!
i think i might start on the next paragraph a bit then go to bed, i have a meeting and work tomorrow and i need to be coherent. or maybe not, the last time i went to work super tired i made out like a bandit. i guess guests feel sorry for the poor delusional student who 'has to work obscene hours to scrape by in this dog-eat-dog world'
now who's delusional? pity party equals rent.
...am i even using the correct terms? this essay is sucking the coherence out of me.
3 more pages. 3 more pages.
...fuck it, i'm going to put on Hook and pass out until the am.
until then.
-janeovision
death to essays: hour 13 (or whatever...)
essay continues.
want to heave books at prof, yet i can't find any because NO ONE WRITES ABOUT CANADIAN THEATRE!!
still waiting on another interview to come in. as of right now i have 3 internet sources. you're only supposed to have one. fml. at this point i don't care. you try finding sources that don't exist. last essay ever, last piece of undergrad work i'll ever have to do.
i need to sleep. the hallucinations are starting to kick in. fun blogging later.
is a blog really a blog if no one reads it? meh, another outlet for procrastination for me. eat it suckaz!
later,
janeovision
Friday, April 3, 2009
concert chat #1: plants and animals
dear plants and animals,
let's make out like the cafe alt couple. all.the.time.
you make me dance and sing and smile.
i approve to the highest level.
heart
janeovision
let's make out like the cafe alt couple. all.the.time.
you make me dance and sing and smile.
i approve to the highest level.
heart
janeovision
Thursday, April 2, 2009
school sucks
so sick of school.
on class in particular makes me want to run out of the room doing hitch kicks, just so i can get something out of the class.
why would you make us go see a play we haven't even mentioned in class?
why are you making us do more readings than the other 3 theory classing going on - combined?
why is it that you know nothing outside of your notes and seminars?
why do you sound like a tour guide and are really easy to tune out?
why do i want to throw avacadoes and ferrets at your head whenever you get up to the front of the class (but not at the same time...apparently that leads to explosions...)
i hate that this is the last class i will remember taking in university. it leaves a bad taste in my mouth an i want to smother you in your hippie-wannabe cardigans.
one more week.
on class in particular makes me want to run out of the room doing hitch kicks, just so i can get something out of the class.
why would you make us go see a play we haven't even mentioned in class?
why are you making us do more readings than the other 3 theory classing going on - combined?
why is it that you know nothing outside of your notes and seminars?
why do you sound like a tour guide and are really easy to tune out?
why do i want to throw avacadoes and ferrets at your head whenever you get up to the front of the class (but not at the same time...apparently that leads to explosions...)
i hate that this is the last class i will remember taking in university. it leaves a bad taste in my mouth an i want to smother you in your hippie-wannabe cardigans.
one more week.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
la rant premiere!
first rant! here we go!
i'm sick of people bitching about shit and doing nothing about it.
'oh look, they fucked up. i bet i could do a better job!'
**insert twiddling of thumbs**
y'know what? stand up or shut up! i'm sick of people complaining about stuff they have complete power over or opportunity to correct and don't DO ANYTHING!
if you don't vote - you lose your right to bitch!
if you don't say something - it won't get fixed!
if you pout in the corner - NOTHING GETS DONE!
sick of you. sick of your complaining. sick of your crying, moaning, moping and passive-aggressive whining. stop before i slap you with a shovel.
stop it. it's useless, and obviously, so are you.
rant ended.
(it's a mini one, i know, but i'm just getting warmed up.)
i'm sick of people bitching about shit and doing nothing about it.
'oh look, they fucked up. i bet i could do a better job!'
**insert twiddling of thumbs**
y'know what? stand up or shut up! i'm sick of people complaining about stuff they have complete power over or opportunity to correct and don't DO ANYTHING!
if you don't vote - you lose your right to bitch!
if you don't say something - it won't get fixed!
if you pout in the corner - NOTHING GETS DONE!
sick of you. sick of your complaining. sick of your crying, moaning, moping and passive-aggressive whining. stop before i slap you with a shovel.
stop it. it's useless, and obviously, so are you.
rant ended.
(it's a mini one, i know, but i'm just getting warmed up.)
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