August 17, 2004
So anyway, I went to retake my G2 highway test today b/c last time I was disqualified due to my braken light not working. Anyways, I went
there today and did the test and as I pulled into the plaze I asked, "Am I going on the highway?" My examiner said "No". Needless to say I was
confused. What the fuck, turns out the other they the lady must've typed in G1 instead of G2.
So I passed the city test with flying fucking colors and then find out that the mistake on THEIR end, was a waste of my
time, money, gas AND insurance. They refunded my money and told me to re-book. What fuck heads the government is. Like
honestly, how do you miss "G2 granted (today) expireds (today)". That was on my paper. What idiots. So now, my THIRD atempt
at the road test is late September. I hope the that place burns down and all the employees die. >:(
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August 5, 2004
Yea well, something unbelivable happened to me at work today, so I just have to rant.
To start off, I work at a day camp at a local school. There is a rule/regulation/law that you can't bring your dog onto
the property. Instead of telling them to leave, I told them that they had to at least put the dog on a leash. There was this man that
shows up with his dog all the time and told me he was completely aware of the law. I said, "Well, unfortunately I can bring
Animal Control or Law Enforcement into this." And he told me to go right ahead. So after calling my boss, she told me to call
the cops and I did.
Well, the man left and then this lady showed up on property with a dog not on a leash. To be nice, I approached her and informed
that her dog must be on a leash because we have kids with allergies. I also told her that the police were on their way to speak with another
dog owner and I didn't want them to mistaken her dog for his. Much to my FUCKING surprise , she jumped right into saying, "My brother
is really high up in Parks + Rec (where I work)." All the time, I was wondering if that was a threat. I calmly told her that I was only enforcing
the rules and I didn't make them.
She then rambled on about "how much power I must feel to be able to tell her that". I said, "Hey, don't shoot the messenger." She then
totally freaked out and said, "You're not a messenger, you're just
a stupid little bitch". Well, here I am trying to remember that I am in
uniform and that if I swore back, I'd probably get my ass fired. So staying calm but pissed, I started laughing at her. Frankly that pissed her off
she walked off screaming obscenities.
Oh, and did I tell you this was in front of the kids? Later, I had told my boss and she said that I had done the right thing and to quote, "What is her
brother going to do? She was breaking the law anyways." Which was true. All in all, I was mighty pissed and still am. The nerve of that woman. The kids
later told me that one day one of their dads mowed two feet onto her lawn and she went ballistic on him. That probably explains her temper. This is what I
get for being nice I guess.
The moral of this story: Take off your uniform and beat the fucking shit out of psycos-bitches like her. :)
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June 22, 2004
June 20th was my THREE YEAR anniversary with Dave. Nyah! Tis only the beginning. ^_^ I got him a nice tee and a
tank (his arms look so strong in tanks woohoo!). I got him a funny read from Coles (since he's so into the Simpsons). But it
could never outdo his gift. A romantic bedroom setup! He sprinkled rose petals ALL OVER the bed and he made
the edible chocolate body paint all by himself (with the help of his sister of course). It was tres sentimental and he even threw in
the strawberries and whipped cream. Cuddling by candle-light was so romantic. I took several pics and even made a
nice blend.
I'll post the blend up soon.
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June 2, 2004
Deleted all topsites cuz they suck. Added a bunch of blends that I did. Joined a button rotation. Wants to eat.
Ok, I had the
freakiest dream:
A monster was
eating the whole town, ppl, buildings and cars. I had
two children (mine and David's). The oldest was a girl and the other was a boy.
We hid in a hotel and I remember scolding my kids for eating chips when there was limited amounts of water. (Too salty).
Blood dripped from the
ceiling and I knew I couldn't just stay there with my kids, we'd be killed. So I discovered this weird
portal and took my kids through it. We found
ourselves in a gray place (limbo perhaps?) and another portal opened. To be safe, I went ahead and told my children to come after me.
When I passed through, I turned to bring my kids out, but the portal became a
mirror, and in the reflection was me OLD. I had wrinkles and I touched
my face and teh reflection and screamed. I began pounding on the mirror in a panic, calling my
son's name over and over again. Then from behind me I heard,
"He was a great fuck." I turned and saw an old lady that looked exactly like me. (Me in the real world maybe?) I assumed she was talking about
David. :) She told me the kids DID go through the portals but they each ended up
separated and (like me) stuck where they are. Lossing a chunk of
time in their lives. They were all
aged about 20 years as well.
I started crying and when I woke up, I looked over at David (this is real life now) and said... "Do we have kids?" David looked at me weird and said,
"Not yet. Why?" I told him about my dream (but I had forgotten my kids names). I racked my brain trying to
remember their names. And when I did,
I was in complete shock. My daughter's name was Dust, and my son's name was Bones. Dust and Bones. It seemed
perfectly normal
in the dream, but in realtiy, it's kind of scary...
So are there any dream interpreters out there?
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September 15, 2004
Hi. I'd just like to let you know. I ALMOST DIED 10 MINUTES AGO!!!
I was coming back from school and driving up Keele. The car in front of me suddenle screeched to a stop. A car in the oncoming lane decided to turn, got hit by the big truck beside ME and slammed into a pole.
You see, I have a slow reaction time so if I was the car in front of me, I would've been in the accident.
I would've been hit by the oncoming car, throw under the wheels of the speeding truck. ****. It's was so scary.
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January 16, 2005
Omg, where do I start? On friday, I went over to Dave's after school. When I got there, he had the candles lit, covered the lights with a bandana and the wall to wall x-mas lights were on. It was absolutly gorgeous. That's not the end of it. Every single
webcam pic I sent to him, he had printed out and stuck onto the walls. O_O It was like walking into a room full of me pictures.
Anyway, that was for no reason and we had a relaxing night. The next morning, we hulled ass to
Sgt. Splatter's Paintball arena with a bunch of his friends. :) I'll play next time (didn't feel like triping on my 3 in heels, sue me I"m 5 foot). Anyway, the ref there (whom was cute) saw that I was watching from the window, offered me a mask and asked me if I wanted to come in a watch. O_O Well apparently no one was ever allowed to do that and my bf and his friends go there all the time. ^_^ I think the ref liked me. Anyways, that's besides the point. I wanted sooooooooooooo badly to take a picture of my honey b/c when his friend got shot, he took his gun and
double gunned it. ^_^ *swoon* My hero!!
I think he had .. 19 kills? 6 deaths? :D Gawd I love his muscular arms. The boys played from 10 - 4pm. I watched/reffed. ^_^ It was funny b/c the ref had to keep saying "There is a very nice woman on the ref tower, do NOT shoot her!" LMAO. I will definatly play next time. When we got home, Dave and I rented some movies. We saw
Wicker Park and re-watched (for the 3rd time)
Harold and Kumar.
Coming home this morning I stopped by Walmart to pick up some cat food for Pico. And I saw this one thing I wanted to buy Pico soooooooooo bad. It's like a huge climable 4ft tall
scratching post. :) One day I hope I will be able to afford it. I also bought these [
kick ass boots] for $5!! Count that! FIVE DOLLARS!! I love walmart.
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December 3, 2004
The PERFECT analogy of an asian parent. Today, while I was filling up my car with my mom, she kept insisting that she had free tickets to the car wash. I told her that my car was clean and she kept saying it was free. (it irritated me to no end) I then explained to her that the crappy piece-of-shit car she bought me's driver window doesn't shut too well. It has a small gap at the top. She flashed the free coupons in my face and said, "It'll be fine."
Lo and behold, in the car wash I WAS FUCKING SOAKED! The water went through my jacket and everything as I desparetly held paper napkins to the gaps in the window. Also note that it's about -1 degree outside and I am FREEZING my ass off driving.
I am comparing this to how my mom (and all asian parents) push you to do something you have a gut feeling that you don't want to do. And when you give in, you're fucked over. I'm dry now, bt still freezing as I typed. It happened about 10 mins ago. >_<
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February 6, 2005
I dreamt about my Grandma the other night night, she looked happy and I asked her if dying hurt. She said no and that it actually felt funny. In both contexts, funny haha (like ticklish) and funny wierd. Which made me feel better to know she's ok.
That afternoon I came home from school and I felt my purse vibrating. I was just parking the car so I didn't answer it. As I collected my bags and such to get out of the car is vibrated again. When I got inside and looked at my cell ... nothing. No missed calls no incoming calls.
So i put my cell back into my purse and went to make something to eat. Halfway into the kitchen, the vibrating started agian and I heard it this time. I ran back to my purse, pulled out my phone, and still nothing. By the time I reach my cell all of the times above, they had stopped vibrating. I wasn't hearing things b/c I felt the vibrating in my purse on my leg.
If you've ever seen White Noise, you'll know why this kind of bugs me.
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March 29, 2005
I have never met such an
incompetent, ill-qualifed dolt of a TA (teaching assistant). This one doesn't know what the fuck he is talking about, above all, he doesn't know the material, he doesn't answer questions, and he is completely useless. Let me brief you on how far this knowledge extends before I continue to rant.
He comes to class everyweek, sit down, twiddle his thumbs and when someone asks him a question, he turns to another student and says "What do you think?" Or simply start to ramble,
stops mid-sentence, takes a sip of his coffee and trails off with a "Yea..."
Now onto my ranting. I got back my essay today and I am VERY cross with my mark of 67%. I'm an english major, I've took a Modes of Reasoning course, I DON'T GET 67% on an essay I am very involved in. Mind you, I'm not saying I deserve a A+ on my essay, but I feel myself that I think it is at LEAST in the B range. I quoted from the text, I even PROVED HIS NEGATIVE COMMENTS WRONG and he
agreed with me that I was mostly right, but that he wasn't going to change the mark because he "FEELS" it's not worth a B. For Pete's sakes, he even
revoked one of his comments on my paper by scribbling it out!!
"feels" we deserve. This can be a problem b/c if he doesn't agree with someone's critque or viewpoint, he can "feel" to give them a bad mark. There are three others that have tried to talk to him. Each of us spent aproximately
30 minutes arguing with him and proving him wrong, yet not one of us got our marks changed.
So I've e-mail the
prof on our behalf and he said he'd work it out with us tomorrow. In addition since we ratted out the TA, we are a bit concerned about our participation mark and exam mark that our TA will be marking. He says,
"I can certainly deal with the issue of class participation and of exam marks, with all of you, in a general way."
My prof
kicks ass.
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How do you guys like it? Welcome to IGloe.net. I've work insanely hard for a week + exams to get this place up for you!
Most of the pages are up. I'm working on the "you" pages and the image galleries still need to be worked on. FAQ won't go up until I actually have more FAQ from the Q&A. I've got a paypal donate button and some whole new services I Gloe can give YOU!
I've tried and tried to get a proper blog up through b2 and then wordpress. After days of gigantic headaches, I just get fuck it all and stuck with a simple Haloscan commenting system and MANUALLY archive my IMPORTANT blog posts. So that visitors actually read interesting blogs. ^___^
A lot of my inspirtation goes to
Jenn and
Starlet. I always knew I wanted a domain and watching them and reading about them on their blogs really got me motivated. And I'd like to thank them both.
As for my life, today I had an exam at 9:00am. I SWORE I set my alarm for 7:30 this morning, but it didn't go off.
so I ended up waking a 8:45, 15 minutes to get my ass all they way to university. *dies* I was speeding like you wouldn't believe and running all they way. When I finlly got to class, I felt blood in my lungs and my chest hurt, I thought I was having a heart attack.
...
I finished the exam in less than an hour, it was so easy. But man, my lungs still hurt. And the taste of blood in my mouth took a while to get out.
LMAO, and just now I'm hearing this enchanted music and I think I'm going nuts. I follow the sound and it leads me outside to the ICE CREAM TRUCK! X_X I have no money.
Ice ... cream ...
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Ok, I HAD to say something, it's driving me nuts. This whole Vatican pope thing is a little carried over, long winded. Everytime I flip the freaking channel it's pope this, Benedict that.
I mean really, am I the only that tired of it all? I want regular programming back please. Because I'm bored out of my mind.
I mean frankly, I really don't care if he likes women, I don't care if he disapproves of condoms, fuck, I don't care if he's a Neo-Nazi, just get it over with!
Here is
someone who can say it much better than I can.
I'd much rather watch Eurotrip (if any of you have seen it, it rawks). But unfortunately I hear it was cancelled due to the 'pope' scense and the part where Pope Jean Paul creakily says "Vat de haell?" when he sees Scotty on the balcony with his curtain rod scepter
. I understand why they did that, but for the rest of the non-religious people, this is a tad bit over the top. I'd like to see the media cover a significant Satanic figure like the did the pope.
! But that's just my
, what are yours?
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Yesterday really put things into perspective for me ane I sure learned my lesson. Becareful to who you're being nice to, they may just come back and go
on you!
On a sane-r note, have you ever wondered what your pet does when you are not home? Pico and I are pretty ritualistic. In the morning around 10ish (when I get a chance to sleep in) Pico will stalk up to me purring and press her purring nose against my cheek until I wake up. When I open my eyes she does the "Mom, are you getting up to feed me yet?" questioning meow.
Usually I just groan and roll back over.
Minutes later, Pico will somehow have gotten UNDER the covers and curl up against me purring. We sleep comfortably for another few minutes and then she will decide to put her paw in my face and meow. At this point, it's getting up time for me.
I get up and do my thing and Pico will wait patiently at her bowl. I feed her.
Pico is a follower. Wherever I go, she will be in the vicinity. Enough company without the fuss. When I'm on the computer, she is sleeping or daydreaming away behind me on my bed. When she wants attention, she will jump up on the stool beside me and meow or rub her head against my typing arm.
. A treat or two usually satisfies her.
When I'm showering, she will have a habit of meowing at me outside the door until I say "Pico." sternly. Then she will attempt to open the door by pushing he full weight against it. It usually works on doors not shut properly. But if that doesn't work, then she will continue to meow until I open the door. Once I open the door, she will walk in, look what I am doing and then leave.
.
Out bedtime ritual is the same as well. I will tell her "It's bedtime, Pico." And she will wait for me on my bed so I can pick her up and tuck her in with me. She waits till I'm asleep before she wanders off to do whatever.
. I love Pico so much!
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