Monthly Archives: August 2006


If you can name a part of my body that doesn’t hurt in the comments, I’ll leave a comment saying something about you that I honestly like.
Even though some of my internal organs actually DO hurt, all innards are hereby disqualified from this contest. Because I don’t want to think about "innards"… even my own. Bleh!
Good luck!

Thanks, Carebear

Sometimes I need to be reminded of the best way to live my life, and the right things to think about things. My goodest friend Carence, who I have known since grade 11, sent me an email that reminded me of a few things I had forgotten.
People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you will know exactly what to do.
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it’s harder every time. You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You’ll fight with your best friend. You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did. You’ll cry because time is passing too fast, and you’ll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you’ve never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you’ll never get back.

Fair enough, Carey. Thanks so much for this. I heart you so much!! You definitely qualify for one of the “lifetime” positions.

Also, thanks to Mike for taking my drunken phone call at work. I hope they didn’t fire you.

Literary Addiction

Cannot. Blog. Must… read… Wicked…
(Note: cannot also do laundry, dishes, emails, sweep, evals, mark tests, etc., etc….)

Friday Feast

I scammed the Friday Feast idea from Brendan (there’s your credit, boyo)… it seems like a good way to make sure that I blog at least once a week.
If you could have a free subscription to any magazine, which one would you like to have?
Any music magazine that came with a free CD. Edit: Any ENGLISH music mag.

Soup – Describe your living room (furnishings, colors, etc.).

My living room is also my bedroom (welcome to Korea), but at least it is no longer also my kitchen. I have a wardrobe, mirror, brown leather couch (styling!), TV and VCR, my double (whoo-hoo!) bed, and a bedside table. There are scarves from Cambodia on my mirror and hiding the A/C box. There are two rubbings from Angkor Wat on the wall. My guitar is in here, and so is the work I’m supposed to be doing over the weekend. I have my rice-paper-ball-hangy lamp so I don’t have to turn on the effing overhead light. The wallpaper has been ripped off the one wall and it is now ghetto-grey cement. I have some pics of BC on the wall. I really love my new place… but looking around the room, the dominant colour is… ugh. Beige. Bleh!

Salad – What does the shape of a circle make you think of?

The condensation ring left on a table from a frosty brew.
Actually… my first thought was "the sun", but that makes me sound like I’m six fucking years old (hanging out with the kinders is getting to me) so I changed my answer so I could sound cool.

Main Course – Name 3 things in your life that you consider to be absolute necessities.

The internet (nerd alert), food, and love.
HA HA HA! Did you really think I would put "love" as the third thing?!? I hope that everyone who knows me knows me well enough to realize that I would definitely put "days off from work", beer, oxygen, and squirrels before love.

Dessert – What was the last really funny movie you watched?

I watched "A Life Less Ordinary" a couple of nights ago… which is funny but not "really funny". I would have to say the last one that made me really, really laugh… and was a proper "movie" and not "some weirdo’s clip on YouTube"… would have to be "Happy Gilmore". It was on TV just before vacation. Classic Sandler.

Stupid Week! Be Less Stupid!

You know what makes life hard? When you wake up on Tuesday thinking that it is Thursday. Balls!
~Side Note on "Balls"~
You know what I need to stop saying?  "Balls".  True story.
~End Side Note~
I hereby dub this week "The Longest Week in History". It is making me superbly cranky. I hate everybody.

Brendan = Fabulous

Some people just aren’t happy with an in-person and heartfelt thanks. Some people have to bitch and moan in the comments of your blog about how unappreciated they are… but I suppose the world at large probably doesn’t know just how great Brendan really is… how truly giving and generous, so I would like to share this information with you now.
In all seriousness, Brendan kicks ass.
Who, in this great wide world, goes to Guam, GUAM of all places, and remembers that I love Skor bars?? Remembers that wee fact and then brings Skor bars from Guam to South Korea??? Who would do such a selfless and caring thing?
Only the most amazing boy in the universe. Brendan Green. Now you can go over to his blog and leave comments telling him how wonderful you think he is too.
Thanks so much, Brendan. The Skor bars bring me nearly as much happiness as our friendship.
Ew. I just made myself throw up in my own mouth a little. This heartfelt thankfulness shite is hard.

Sweet Hoolicious Goodness

Holly, your card came yesterday. Thank you! I was laughing before I even opened the envelope, you cheeky monkey! (PS: Tell the Queen I say hello to her too.)
This week has been dragging its ass, and it would be uber-depressing if I hadn’t received your hilarious card of monkey-love.
I heart Hoolicia!!! 

Give Me Down to There Hair

On the weekend I had my hair permanently straightened. I haven’t written about it yet, in case having the procedure done fried the crap out of my hair and it all fell out. Fortunately, that didn’t happen. And I’m happy with the results – it is still shiny and healthy. And now I don’t have to DO my hair, and it looks done. Although previous to this weekend, "doing" my hair mostly consisted of me waking up late and putting gel into my bed-head and calling it a hair style.
One thing that is happening though with the new ‘do… my hair before was slightly schizo and more than slightly out-of-control. As in, I didn’t ever get to plan my hairstyle… my hair dictated what was going to happen that day. Which was frustrating, but interesting. My hair was different almost daily. And now, although it always looks done, it always looks the same. I don’t know how I feel about that. I may have to revert to dying it weird colors. How I wish Erin lived in Korea and not Japan! She would support dying my hair strange colors and help me do it. (That, and I miss her sweet self.)

Unnoticed Narcissism

Does this say something about Korea?!? Yesterday I went and picked up one hundred photographs of myself** (ha ha! take that, moms!!) and they didn’t even bat an eye. I think back home the pimply-faced teen working the photo counter at the Shopper’s Drug Mart would have at least raised an eyebrow. Here… nope. Self-love isn’t even noticed. Unless you are, of course, noisy about it.
**End Note
Why did I have 100 photos of myself (and, to be fair, others) printed? Well, my moms complained that the last time I sent her photos, they were all of Thailand and not of her darling daughter. Now, some of you may remember this… I’m easily provoked. It started with me telling my moms that I simply did not have many photos of myself (true story). But then I scoured through other people’s photos and there are a bunch(and many unflattering ones – thanks for putting those ones on the internet, guys) so I printed them all. Now you can’t complain, moms! (Unless, of course, I forget to send them!) And, my sweet mother, if you want to thank the peeps that provided the photos; it is Brendan, Frances, Orla and Jennifer that deserve the kudos.


If you guys haven’t checked out Toothpaste for Dinner yet… you should. This is one of the funniest things I have seen in a long freaking time!