<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806</id><updated>2011-07-03T04:25:33.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>s k r i b b l e s</title><subtitle type='html'>stones taught me to fly&lt;br&gt;
love, it taught me to lie&lt;br&gt;
life taught me to die&lt;br&gt;
so it's not hard to fall&lt;br&gt;
when you float like a cannonball</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-4128053480044960582</id><published>2008-04-21T20:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:21:57.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's give this another go...</title><content type='html'>Kev inspired me to post an entry on this long-forgotten blog of mine.  He was reading posts from a friend's blog, and that somehow lead to my being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was to change the blog name if I were to resurrect this old beast.  Of course, I eventually decided against it because, well, I couldn't think of a new name (ha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since editted out numerous dead links on the sidebar.  It seems that, for many, the blogging fad has died out.  I hope that there will be many an event in the coming future...otherwise it just might lead to the poor blog's demise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "work schedule" section has also been removed seeing as how I'm unemployed.  Can't exactly list a non-existent work schedule, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for now I should leave this post as it is.  I have a final to finish studying for.  It's the worst course EVER.  Kevin will attest to that.  Oh Blogger, forever the procrastination tool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my next post, I will write about my upcoming exchange to France.  Until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-4128053480044960582?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/4128053480044960582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=4128053480044960582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/4128053480044960582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/4128053480044960582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-give-this-another-go.html' title='Let&apos;s give this another go...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-5889993237983997563</id><published>2007-05-31T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:43:38.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus finally over.....for now</title><content type='html'>I've been sitting in front of the computer all day surfing around on random sites.  I have been inspired to once again post on my beloved blog; the activity that I once could not do without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see the surgeon yesterday and a surgical date shall be booked for me.  Hopefully I'll get a spot for next summer.  I wouldn't want to have the operation during the school year - it would interfere with my studies.  Plus, popping pain killers during lecture hours won't exactly help me to stay focussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought that I would have more to write about than this, but I guess not.  Not today, anyway.  Things haven't been all too interesting lately.  I did get the MP3 feature for my phone unlocked yesterday.  Now I can finally use .mp3's as my ringtones.  I know - it's not SUPER exciting, but the original sound clips that came with the phone were simply driving me mad.  At least I have some piece of mind now and won't attempt to silence my phone as quickly as I can each time that it rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev also purchased a GPS yesterday.  I have yet to see it, but from the sounds of it he's really excited - like a child on Christmas morning tearing open his gifts under the tree.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to purchase a Nintendo Wii gaming system at BestBuy yesterday, but to no avail.  They were sold out all around town.  I guess we'll just have to sit tight and cross our fingers in hopes of getting our hands on the next delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also attempted to find a new top (or a new outfit) for the upcoming wedding on Saturday, but seemingly didn't have much luck.  I tried on practically ALL of RW&amp;Co., Mexx, and Club Monaco...and nothing looked right or fit right.  Let's just say that patterns don't look so good on me afterall.  Simple. is. good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-5889993237983997563?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/5889993237983997563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=5889993237983997563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/5889993237983997563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/5889993237983997563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2007/05/hiatus-finally-overfor-now.html' title='Hiatus finally over.....for now'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-116184811376165630</id><published>2006-10-26T03:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T03:35:13.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is playing a cruel joke on me again...</title><content type='html'>I had my first surgical consult this afternoon.  As I sat in the office, the ortho looked over the X-rays that I'd brought him.  Seemingly, they displayed nothing but a clean bill of health as far as he was concerned.  So, aside from the fact that my left shoulder has dislocated 7 times in the past year or so, "nothing" is wrong with it.  Furthermore, because of this lack of severity, they may not operate.  How screwed up is that?  If they don't cut me up and fix me up, then my shoulder can, and most probably will, continue to dislocate every few months.  Of course, in order to be eligible for surgery, this surgeon of mine has to deem my case to be severe enough.  Like, come on.  I'm not even at the age of a quarter-life crisis and already they won't give me a chance?  I don't exactly want to dislocate my shoulder 6 times every year for the rest of my life.  Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then proceeded to check out the films for my lower back, considering the prognosis from my GP was nothing more than an aggravating "You strained it.  Here are some meds."  Okay doc.  That doesn't at ALL explain why I've had chronic back pain since the middle of high school, nor why the pain comes and goes as it pleases...even without the injury from this past summer.  Then he broke the news to me.  "There's an anomaly in your lower spine.  One of your vertebrae is fused, so you have increased limited mobility and are more susceptible to strain.  That's the way they decided to make you up there, so there isn't anything you can do."  Wow.  That's real helpful of you, to joke about something that obviously affects me and not you.  Thanks for laughing at the fact that my back is basically screwed for life and that I've got to deal with chronic lower back pain from here on out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To imagine that one of the key qualities of doctors is &lt;em&gt;compassion&lt;/em&gt;.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-116184811376165630?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/116184811376165630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=116184811376165630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/116184811376165630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/116184811376165630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-is-playing-cruel-joke-on-me-again.html' title='Life is playing a cruel joke on me again...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-115438349527085505</id><published>2006-07-31T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T18:04:55.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos so soon?!?!</title><content type='html'>That's right; I got them done!  ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/beach1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/400/beach1.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/beach2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/400/beach2.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/beach3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/400/beach3.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/beach4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/400/beach4.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/beach5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/400/beach5.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/beach6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/400/beach6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/beach7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/400/beach7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-115438349527085505?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/115438349527085505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=115438349527085505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/115438349527085505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/115438349527085505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2006/07/photos-so-soon.html' title='Photos so soon?!?!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-115437718225072332</id><published>2006-07-31T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T16:22:23.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I disappeared off to once again?</title><content type='html'>These past months have been all about &lt;em&gt;keeping busy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was done on the house.  New eavestroughs and soffit/fascia.  Fixing the foundation. New air conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been lots of fixing up the other house, too.  Carpet was laid down in the basement, and is in the process of being re-painted.  Area rugs laid down in living room and bedroom.  Bunnies about to be relocated.  40 gallon tank set up.  Computer/work room entirely re-organized.  Garden is in shambles again, but that's last priority at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped the sister move from old place to new place in K-town.  As a result of this, the parents now also know about the boyfriend &lt;strong&gt;(finally!)&lt;/strong&gt;.  All I can say - &lt;em&gt;What a relief!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the work front, it's been good.  Liking the job a lot more now compared to when I used to be there.  Hours are slim nowadays since business is slow.  Hopefully it'll pick up again.  Having fun on the job is all about great co-workers. :)  Oh yea, and I dislocated my shoulder &lt;em&gt;(yes, again.....)&lt;/em&gt; while scaling shelves in the back.  Oh mannnnn was it ever sore.  Must remember to be more careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to the cottage a few times.  Managed to dislocate my shoulder there too while swimming in the lake.  Now &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; was freakin' scary.  I couldn't move in the water and it was just all so sudden.  Luckily I'm okay now.  My shoulder's condition is really starting to worry me now though.  I mean, exactly how &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; times "can" I dislocate it before I &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; go under the knife to tighten things back up?  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasaga beach trip was hella fun!  Hopefully I can get some pics up soon!  The water was great - sooooo warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summerlicious&lt;/strong&gt; x 2.  &lt;em&gt;Studio Café&lt;/em&gt; at the Four Seasons with Janis, Mish, and Hanna.  Went to Ménage after that.  Luckily we left when we did.  It started to POUR after that and we could've gotten DRENCHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildfire Steakhouse and Wine Bar was for Anne and Mish's joint birthday.  Didn't end up going to a lounge afterwards; too full, too far.  Instead, we headed down to Janis' condo by the waterfront and hung out.  Good times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny update:  Jack hurt his foot again from roughing around with Baby.  Quite a lot of blood was shed.  Silly bunnies.  Can't ever teach them to play nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/strong&gt; to Mushy Mishy!!  Ever since we'd ever began talking about career goals, she'd always talked about wanting to become a dentist.  Well, guess what?!  She's doing it!  In fact, she leaves mid-August for Saskatchewan to begin orientation.  She'll be greatly missed, but I'm also DEFINITELY very proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister is back from Dryden now after a grueling month up in no-man's-land doing clinical practice.  Seems like she had a good time.  I didn't hear a whole lot about her rounds at the hospitals, but I certainly did learn that she tried kayaking, wind-surfing, motorcycling, beach volleyball, etc.  Now I'm beginning to wonder where she didn't just leave for a month-long vacation...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Jays vs. Yankees game on the 21st.  Good game, and we ended up getting free pizza from the strikeouts!  Woo-hoo!  &lt;strong&gt;3rd ROW&lt;/strong&gt; seats, baby!!  Thanks to Rob for the tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have time in the next few days (or weeks..........), I'll upload photos from some of the aforementioned events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a safe and happy summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-115437718225072332?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/115437718225072332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=115437718225072332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/115437718225072332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/115437718225072332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-have-i-disappeared-off-to-once.html' title='Where have I disappeared off to once again?'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-114866550375220654</id><published>2006-05-26T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T13:45:03.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good laughs</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Mish for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOyRWuklsiQ"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; funny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty long video (15 minutes), so be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it won't load, go to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;YouTube.com&lt;/a&gt; and search for "&lt;strong&gt;Yellow Fever&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-114866550375220654?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/114866550375220654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=114866550375220654&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114866550375220654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114866550375220654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-laughs.html' title='Good laughs'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-114720774273757165</id><published>2006-05-09T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:49:02.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"...cuz it's You and Me and all other people....."</title><content type='html'>Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's going to see &lt;b&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/b&gt; at the Kool Haus on June 14th?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-114720774273757165?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/114720774273757165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=114720774273757165&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114720774273757165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114720774273757165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2006/05/cuz-its-you-and-me-and-all-other.html' title='&quot;...cuz it&apos;s You and Me and all other people.....&quot;'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-114671952717460772</id><published>2006-05-04T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:15:03.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsatisfactory munchies</title><content type='html'>I've been laying off of the potato chips for quite some time now.  Strolling through the supermarket aisles, I would actually find myself grabbing a bag or two off the shelves, taking them home, and then not touching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at T&amp;T the other day and it happened to be just before dinnertime...hence I was famished.  Passing the chip aisle, I couldn't help but be curious about all those crazy Asian flavours.  I mean, you have the normalcy of ketchup, BBQ, all-dressed, sour cream and onion, etc.  When you go to an Asian market though, there's seaweed, and curry, and wasabi, and spicy chicken, and the list goes on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two flavours caught my eye; pizza and gyoza - the latter being a Japanese dumpling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally tried both of them tonight (yep, I actually BOUGHT the chips and ended up EATING them!).  WHAT A LETDOWN THEY WERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pizza chips just smelled....well, funky.  They were supposed to be flavoured with gouda cheese, cheddar cheese, and....I think....pepperoni-like stuff?  I dunno.  It was just weird and made me super thirsty.  You can always count on the MSG in there, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gyoza chips smelled pretty good, I must admit.  They didn't taste like anything in particular though...especially not pan-fried dumplings.  They had a slight bite to them...and again, more saltiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of it all?  They were both SUPER dinky bags (not that I would've wanted to eat more anyway), AND they cost $1.99 each.  What a rip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to my good ol' Ketchup Lay's and Humpty Dumpty Onion Rings...if I ever get around to consuming them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-114671952717460772?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/114671952717460772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=114671952717460772&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114671952717460772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114671952717460772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2006/05/unsatisfactory-munchies.html' title='Unsatisfactory munchies'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-114662971705459486</id><published>2006-05-03T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:15:17.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell after 5 years...</title><content type='html'>...to my Nautica glasses.  They finally broke after being smashed by a basketball, slept on, forced through everyday wear, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I was forced to wear my fairly old pair of contacts last week.  I couldn't recall when I had opened them.  They'd just been sitting in their case for some time.  I was somewhat reluctant to stick these things into my eyes.  Then again, I had no other choice.  I wouldn't be able to read anything if I didn't.  Out of desperation I quickly called the optometrist's office and ordered a new 3-month set.  Given my luck, of course &lt;em&gt;(stupid Murphy's law!)&lt;/em&gt;, they didn't have my Acuvue Advances.  Instead, I had the option of downgrading, or to upgrade to some new Acuvue Oasys lens.  Great.  I just had to spend more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is that my eye check-up is due in about one week's time.  Now I'll have to get new glasses.  How about some goggles? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-114662971705459486?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/114662971705459486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=114662971705459486&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114662971705459486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114662971705459486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2006/05/farewell-after-5-years.html' title='Farewell after 5 years...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-114642626498710524</id><published>2006-04-30T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:44:25.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Ribbit!*</title><content type='html'>False tomato frogs = $40 each&lt;br /&gt;White's tree frogs = $40 each&lt;br /&gt;Nicaraguan red-eye tree frogs = $75 each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*all juveniles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide which ones to get...&lt;br /&gt;All captive-bred.&lt;br /&gt;All docile and can be handled.&lt;br /&gt;All will need new tank(s).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-114642626498710524?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/114642626498710524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=114642626498710524&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114642626498710524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114642626498710524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2006/04/ribbit.html' title='*Ribbit!*'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-114556761574761200</id><published>2006-04-20T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:13:35.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond the exterior...</title><content type='html'>I put on a face today, and it has held up thus far.  How long will it be before I falter and everything comes crashing down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat through lunch, I could not help but hold back tears.  I so very much wanted to let them flow freely, but I was not about to be weak once again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to formulate adequately appropriate sentences to describe how I'm feeling right now.  I feel rotten inside.  I feel butterflies in my stomach, but not the kind that you feel before a job interview or first date.  It's the kind you feel when impending doom is upon you.  I feel exhausted from lack of sleep; from lying in bed restless and wide-eyed as I stared at the ceiling.  I'm mentally drained from having had to run around campus for errands.  I'm psychotically stressed about May 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to SCREAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-114556761574761200?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/114556761574761200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=114556761574761200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114556761574761200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114556761574761200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2006/04/beyond-exterior.html' title='Beyond the exterior...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-114050599768097653</id><published>2006-02-21T02:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T02:13:17.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Da-da-da-da-damnnnnnn!</title><content type='html'>Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;Was.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Much.&lt;br /&gt;F.U.N.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked meat sandwiches!&lt;br /&gt;w00t w00t!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-114050599768097653?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/114050599768097653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=114050599768097653&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114050599768097653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114050599768097653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2006/02/da-da-da-da-damnnnnnn.html' title='Da-da-da-da-damnnnnnn!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-114050256111523078</id><published>2006-02-21T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T01:20:46.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fierce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/argh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/320/argh3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/argh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/320/argh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/argh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/320/argh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;    1.    Cut-eye @ Marcel's Bistro for Summerlicious / 20th Birthday's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    2.    The Ex-P being angryyyy @ the YUBC Buffet &amp; Bowling Event&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    3.    *scowls* heheh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-114050256111523078?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/114050256111523078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=114050256111523078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114050256111523078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/114050256111523078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2006/02/fierce.html' title='Fierce'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-113860294841072044</id><published>2006-01-30T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T01:45:13.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The cutest bunnies alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something big, and something new! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Introducing Jack (left) and Baby (for now) (right), the most hyperactive but playful bunnies ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/bunnies.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/320/bunnies.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-113860294841072044?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/113860294841072044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=113860294841072044&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/113860294841072044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/113860294841072044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2006/01/cutest-bunnies-alive.html' title='The cutest bunnies alive!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-113126030141767880</id><published>2005-11-06T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T01:58:21.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking in</title><content type='html'>I haven't disappeared off the face of this Earth....not quite yet, anyway.  It has indeed been a while since I last posted, and I'm frankly not about to write something substantial now.  I don't have anything particularly interesting to talk about - merely wanted to drop in and say hi, that I'm still alive...and yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some changes and such have occurred since my last entry...such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have begun my physio treatments for my recurrent dislocations to the left shoulder;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no longer at the Symphony, which turned out for the better;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I &lt;strong&gt;owned&lt;/strong&gt; my French midterm - booyah! ;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've got a new computer, after HOW many years?!?!?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Umm, that's all I can think of for now.  When I have the new system hooked up, and lots of pictures on my HD, I'll write an entry with photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next little while, I'll be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;completing my physio treatment;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;possibly going back to Gap;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tying up loose ends;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SOTF/UW weekend for Nov.18/19/20;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YUBC Fall tourny on Nov.26.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you're all doing fine and in good health and spirits.  I'll be back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-113126030141767880?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/113126030141767880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=113126030141767880&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/113126030141767880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/113126030141767880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/11/checking-in.html' title='Checking in'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112805780831181600</id><published>2005-09-30T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T01:23:28.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now's as good a time as any</title><content type='html'>So my posts on this blog have been few and far between. I've really fallen behind in writing up entries. I guess I'll keep this short and sweet. To make up for it, I'll include photos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/100_2361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/320/100_2361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first picture is from my birthday dinner at Nagoya on September the 10th. There was SO much food! Then again, that's what you get for having Japanese buffet! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/320/100_1115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For our 10-months, we went to watch a Jays game at the Rogers Centre (Blue Jays vs. Texas Rangers). We lost horribly, but it was still fun! Plus, it was Korean Day - whatever that means....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/320/100_0858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the Canada Day long weekend, I snuck away for a few days to spend up at the cottage. There are a lot of crazies up North, as you can see in the above photo...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/320/100_0909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was one of my three attempts at water skiing. I can't say that it was the most pleasurable experience. I definitely can live without water sports. Stupid water and it being drown-able. *grumbles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/320/PICT0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture really doesn't have to do with much. It was taken on Boxing Day 2004. Most of what this lil ol' Chinese guy is wearing are birthday gifts. That zipper top (i.e. very O.C.-Seth-like) looks &lt;em&gt;awfully&lt;/em&gt; familiar. Hrm................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/320/PICT0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture goes &lt;strong&gt;even&lt;/strong&gt; further back than Boxing Day 2004. This one was taken while the Christmas Tree was being set up for Christmas 2004. My brother's favourite stuffed animal (his Coca Cola bear) was being attacked by plastic candy canes - basically I was getting tired of figuring out where to hang them on the tree. I figured that abusing the bear and watching my brother cringe would be far more entertaining. I figured right. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/320/100_1194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day trip up to the cottage at the end of July. Nice hair, by the way. Don't you agree? Hehehehehehehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/320/PICT0135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least (for tonight, seeing as how I'm very tired right now), this picture with The P. was taken at YUBC Cove Night on January 12th, 2005.  &lt;em&gt;Word&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope this has been as interesting as it has been RANDOM!  Hehehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112805780831181600?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112805780831181600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112805780831181600&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112805780831181600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112805780831181600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/09/nows-as-good-time-as-any.html' title='Now&apos;s as good a time as any'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112739767373008885</id><published>2005-09-22T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T10:01:13.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kama</title><content type='html'>Aside from work yesterday, it was a day of pure chilling.  The morning was actually pretty bearable.  &lt;strong&gt;Prologue&lt;/strong&gt; (one of the two ticketing systems we use) was down for &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; for almost two hours, and Kevin repeatedly tried to call someone to have me killed across the street.  They didn't get around to it until almost 1.5 hours later.  Having brought lunch from home, of ALL days, I had to eat that.  I still did end up meeting up with Bryan at the food court to eat though.  We roamed around The Path after that, and I ended up getting a scoop of &lt;em&gt;pistachio almond&lt;/em&gt; ice cream from Laura Secord on my way back from lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon wouldn't have been all that bad if that dude hadn't called in to purchase a subscription right at 5:00 p.m.  I took his order in &lt;strong&gt;Paciolan&lt;/strong&gt; (ticketing system #2 that we use) and paid it off, then had to mirror it back in Prologue.  Well, good ol' Murphy's Law kicked in &lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt;, simply because Michelle and Kevin were sitting outside to wait for me.  Paciolan hung on me, and it wouldn't start up again, so I couldn't fully mirror-process his account.  That is why I have extra work to do today.  *grrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the workday finally ended, Mish took off for Adelaide.  Kev and I roamed on Queen and got a philly cheese steak pita to tide us over for dinner.  We ended up spending the entire 2 hours in Gap, trying on colours and bad sizes.  LOL!  Either way, I bought two tops, two hoodies, and 3 pairs of socks that are AWESOME for badminton!  (&lt;em&gt;yes Iola, I'm a Gap sock snob.  LOL!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way back over to King &amp; University from Eaton's Centre and had dinner at Kama, an Indian restaurant.  Though the lamb was spicy, and I don't take spicy well, it was tasty!  I also ordered butter chicken (also known as Chicken Mak...something), and eggplant aubergine bat...something.  Oh man.  I don't have the menu on me right now, and I can't remember those names for the life of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, dinner was really tasty!  I want more Indian food now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112739767373008885?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112739767373008885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112739767373008885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112739767373008885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112739767373008885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/09/kama.html' title='Kama'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112732590658599423</id><published>2005-09-21T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:05:06.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flavour of the Week</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Bryan, I have now tried &lt;em&gt;Pistachio Almond&lt;/em&gt; from Laura Secord and let me tell you - it's quite tasty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112732590658599423?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112732590658599423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112732590658599423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112732590658599423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112732590658599423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/09/flavour-of-week.html' title='Flavour of the Week'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112654112902719042</id><published>2005-09-12T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:05:29.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today has officially begun!</title><content type='html'>It's 12 noon now, and I'm officially off work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the celebrating begin - &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/brahead1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/320/brahead1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112654112902719042?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112654112902719042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112654112902719042&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112654112902719042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112654112902719042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-has-officially-begun.html' title='Today has officially begun!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112498912943974419</id><published>2005-08-25T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T12:58:49.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O.C. in the Hizzy!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't normally use that line, but it seems to be a favourite of Joe's whenever he's psyched up about the O.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season premiere is on September 8th, for all you fans out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen three previews so far that were released by Fox.  It looks exciting!  Who's going to take the fall for Marissa?  Is Trey going to die (he's in a coma)??  What happens to Kirsten in rehab?!  Ahhh!  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just before going to bed last night I wandered down to the front foyer so I could get the TSO Single Ticket handbook, only to discover that a piece of mail for me that was sitting there.  I looked at the sender's address and it said "Peter Gallagher".  I'm like "Hrmm...that sounds familiar?  Who is he again........??"  I read onward.  "Beverly Hills, 90210.".................OMG.  That's when it dawned on me.  Peter Gallagher plays the character of Sandy Cohen!!  I quickly ripped open the package to discover an autographed portrait!  &lt;em&gt;Sweeeeeeeeeeeet&lt;/em&gt;, I thought to myself.  I mean, I do recall wandering over to his official website a few months ago, and I think I'd sent in some request for an autograph, just for kicks.  I can't believe they actually sent it though.  The only autographed portrait I have now, aside from this one, was the 98 Degrees one that I'd gotten during high school when Universal mailed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeehehhe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O.C. in the Hizzy!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112498912943974419?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112498912943974419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112498912943974419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112498912943974419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112498912943974419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/08/oc-in-hizzy.html' title='O.C. in the Hizzy!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112482364658560427</id><published>2005-08-23T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T15:00:46.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THAT is some tasty java!</title><content type='html'>A coffee has never tasted finer than it did this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had intended on going to bed &lt;strong&gt;early&lt;/strong&gt; last night, but Joe kept me up past 1 a.m. hunting for spiders/bugs to kill with the new mosquito-zapping racquet.  He wanted to search every nook and cranny in hopes of finding insects to zap and fry.  What an evil little tortorous kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the &lt;em&gt;otherrrrr&lt;/em&gt; morning was bad, but today was just brutal.  On the subway, I passed out the second my butt touched the seat at Finch Station, and I didn't wake up until Union.  Thank goodness I &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; woke up.  Otherwise I would've been even more later for work.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since it was beyond 9:00 a.m. and I wasn't going to be paid until 9:15 a.m, I decided to stop by Cultures for some breakfast.  Upon stepping through the door, the wonderful aroma of different coffees wafted through the air, and I knew then that I couldn't say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a toasted bagel with peanut butter, and a large hazelnut vanilla coffee with lots of sugar and cream.  It was sooooooooooo smooth and tasty.  It definitely made my morning bearable. *phew*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112482364658560427?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112482364658560427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112482364658560427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112482364658560427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112482364658560427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/08/now-that-is-some-tasty-java.html' title='Now THAT is some tasty java!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112476420708055353</id><published>2005-08-22T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:30:54.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sizzle my wizzle!</title><content type='html'>Wahahha! It's fast-approaching, yet still not fast enough! Here's a preview of what I'll be doing on Friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/Kew%20Beach%20BBQ%20(August%2021,%202004)%20031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/400/Kew%20Beach%20BBQ%20%28August%2021%2C%202004%29%2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that it's with some great ladies too?!??? The countdown to Friday's party begins!!!! This is &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; I'm going to think about at work! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/400/beach1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112476420708055353?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112476420708055353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112476420708055353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112476420708055353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112476420708055353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/08/sizzle-my-wizzle.html' title='Sizzle my wizzle!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112475232941992251</id><published>2005-08-22T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T19:12:09.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merci beaucoup!</title><content type='html'>A big thanks to Steph Chow for helping me realize that I can upload pics without needing an offsite host!  I never bothered posting pics on my blogs because it was too much trouble to upload them elsewhere, link them, etc.  Now it's uber easy!  &lt;em&gt;Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112475232941992251?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112475232941992251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112475232941992251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112475232941992251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112475232941992251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/08/merci-beaucoup.html' title='Merci beaucoup!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112475213399366907</id><published>2005-08-22T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T15:41:37.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't this tacky?</title><content type='html'>I found an old screenshot that I took of my desktop as I was chatting online with Zin. Looking at it now, do you know what I realized? &lt;em&gt;MSN needs new default backgrounds.&lt;/em&gt; The one you see below is just so......how do you put it? &lt;strong&gt;Cheesy.&lt;/strong&gt; It's fantastic! &lt;em&gt;Hehe!&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/1600/eew21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3643/34/400/eew21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112475213399366907?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112475213399366907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112475213399366907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112475213399366907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112475213399366907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/08/isnt-this-tacky.html' title='Isn&apos;t this tacky?'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112473465876246208</id><published>2005-08-22T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T14:17:38.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilly</title><content type='html'>Wow, the temperature is dipping here in Toronto.  After Friday's crazy storm that caused major flooding in many parts of the city, it was an overcast and dreary day on Saturday.  Nonetheless, the rain held out and Grace's BBQ was oodles of fun.  Another bonus - that I didn't get in trouble for getting home at 2 a.m.  My mom knew that I got in late, but I don't think she knew exactly &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; late.  Hee-hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the weather yesterday was pretty nice.  It was pretty toasty in the car during the afternoon, mainly because the sun was out.  There was still a cool breeze blowing though.  In the evening, after dinner around 10 p.m., it had definitely cooled down.  I was standing in my driveway with Joe as we talked to the cool dog-walking lady in my neighbourhood and I got goosebumps! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the dog-walking lady - I've been meaning to write a short post about her for quite some time now but I seem to have forgotten each time.  Anyway, she's a small Indian lady.  Well, at least I think she's Indian.  She's not much taller than I am.  Every day, whether it be during the daytime or in the evening, I see her crisscrossing through my neighbourhood's adjacent streets as she speed-walks with her dogs by her side.  She's got two big golden retrievers.  The elder's name is Trevor (11 years old), and then there's Klondike (5 years).  Joe and my mom have chatted with her on numerous occasions before as she walks past our house.  I normally only see her while sitting in the car.  Last night though, she stopped to talk and tell us about the knee-deep flooding that occurred at her place on Friday.  She said that the same thing happened roughly 5 years ago.  Poor lady.  What a mess she has to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning not wanting to get out of bed.  It was so warm and comfy beneath the covers.  I finally dragged my butt out of bed after having hit the Snooze button far too many times.  I took a nice warm shower and got ready for work.  I turned on 680 News to hear the weather forecast before heading out - it was 16 Celsius!!  That's definitely cool for August in Toronto.  Anyway, I'm sitting in the office with a hoodie on now.  Before you know it, it'll be time to break out the winter jacket!  Pretty, pretty, snow!  Yes, it'll be &lt;em&gt;bitterly&lt;/em&gt; cold.  Yes, it sucks to shovel snow.  Yet, there's something about snow....around Christmas-time....that really sets the mood.  Okay, now I really want to watch &lt;em&gt;"Serendipity"&lt;/em&gt; again.  For those who have seen it, you should know what I'm referring to.  Well, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I had McDonald's for lunch and now it's sitting in me.  I should have gotten quiche or something instead......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112473465876246208?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112473465876246208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112473465876246208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112473465876246208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112473465876246208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/08/chilly.html' title='Chilly'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112441317219633882</id><published>2005-08-18T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:59:32.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination outside of the office</title><content type='html'>That's right - I actually DO post outside of the office.  I didn't really get a chance to even contemplate typing up an entry at work today.  It was crazy busy with ticket packaging, pulling tickets, people who don't understand the words "SOLD OUT", etc.  Oh well.  It's good to be back and doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the arm - so I went to talk to the doc earlier this week.  She wrote up a referral for me to do physiotherapy.  This is sooo going to cost me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the purpose of this post was not to update on my weekly routine.  I'll do that later on when I have more time.  I was clearing out my many e-mail inboxes just now and I found this and felt like sharing it.  I'm sure many of you have read this before already, but it never hurts to post it for the select few who haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;20 Ways to Maintain a Healthy Level of INsanity&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars.  See if they &lt;em&gt;slow down&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Page yourself over the intercom.  &lt;em&gt;Don't&lt;/em&gt; disguise your voice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want &lt;em&gt;fries&lt;/em&gt; with that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "&lt;em&gt;In&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks.  Once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to &lt;em&gt;espresso&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the Memo field of all your cheques, write "&lt;em&gt;For sexual favours&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish all your sentences with "&lt;em&gt;In accordance with the prophecy&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dont use any punctuation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As often as possible, skip rather than walk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask people what sex they are.  Laugh hysterically after they answer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Specify that your drive-thru order is "&lt;em&gt;To-go&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing along at the opera.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't &lt;em&gt;rhyme&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put mosquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fives days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you're not in the &lt;em&gt;mood&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have your co-workers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Hard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the money comes out of the ATM, scream "I won! I won!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot, yelling "Run for your lives! They're loose!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell your children over dinner, "Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the final way to keep a healthy level of insanity....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.....and they always tell you to send out this e-mail to the world, but yeaaaaa yeaaaaaa...whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112441317219633882?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112441317219633882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112441317219633882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112441317219633882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112441317219633882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/08/procrastination-outside-of-office.html' title='Procrastination outside of the office'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112439032041815859</id><published>2005-08-18T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T14:38:40.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick tock</title><content type='html'>So the wait begins.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no fun. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112439032041815859?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112439032041815859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112439032041815859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112439032041815859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112439032041815859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/08/tick-tock.html' title='Tick tock'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112378301132250433</id><published>2005-08-11T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T13:56:51.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got some nerve</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Some&lt;/em&gt; persons really should use more discretion before posting blog entries, as they in turn step on others' toes and insult them.  Action and reaction.  It's how the world works.  You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours.  So watch what you say/&lt;em&gt;write&lt;/em&gt;.  Now piss off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112378301132250433?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112378301132250433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112378301132250433&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112378301132250433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112378301132250433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/08/youve-got-some-nerve.html' title='You&apos;ve got some nerve'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112361950825100894</id><published>2005-08-09T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T16:31:48.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to old habits</title><content type='html'>Uh-oh.  I've once again fallen behind in posting....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I posted about recent events was Wednesday, July the 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish off that day (the 27th), I stayed at work until 5:15.  I can't remember what happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scheduled to work from 8:45 to 5:00 on the 28th.  Instead I worked 1:30 to 5:15.  What happened after that, again, I do not remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked from 9:00 to 5:15 on Friday the 29th.  Kev came down to the office to pick me up after work, and we roamed Queen Street for a while in search of the Ben &amp; Jerry's ice cream shop.  We finally found it by the Tea Shop 168 store near MuchMusic.  We met up with his friend Rob around 7:00 p.m. and the three of us watched the Jays vs. Texas Rangers game!  We lost, but oh well.  It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday the 30th, a small emergency arose.  Agnes wanted to go out the door with me.  Little did she know that I was supposed to be heading out of town, just for the day, up to the cottage.  I'd told her that I was going downtown, so I guess she assumed that I was about to TTC it.  Luckily I convinced her that we were going by car and had to pick some other people up near the area that she needed to be at.  We ended up driving her to Empress.  We drove up to Coboconk for the day to spend some time with his family, as well as his brother and two friends (Simon &amp; Dave, I think??).  We had steak for dinner too!  After all that talk about steak, I miraculously got one!  Woo-hoo!  Anyway, we came back into town and went to Richmond Court to get take-out milk tea before heading to the Seneca Hill Public School parking lot to just chat.  It was nuts because we saw a CRAZY meteor or comet or something that made the entire sky by my neighbourhood light up!  It was SO cool!  Plus we saw the good ol' skunk again.  Heh!  That thing really likes me. :(  Either way, it was nice to just chat like old times.  The summer has been so hectic that there's no time to just talk and relax.  It hasn't necessarily been a bad type of hectic or anything, but you know how it's sometimes nice to just wake up, throw on a pair of sweats, tie back the hair into a ponytail and bum around the house wandering and doing nothing?  Yea.  That's what I'm talking about.  :)  That long weekend of bumming and relaxation ensued one week later (&lt;em&gt;keep reading&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Civic holiday long weekend was pure &lt;em&gt;sh*t&lt;/em&gt;.  I nearly died trying to get through those few days.  It was a difficult one, and it hurt a lot.  Thank goodness it's over, that's all I've got to say.  A briefing of the Sunday - church, home, MSN = bad, family BBQ at uncle's house, followed by bubbletea and shooting pool at Iola's house.  It's equally difficult to shoot pool when your vision is super blurred from tired eyes and wearing contact lenses.  Sounds COMFORTABLE, eh? - when you feel like gauging your eyes out with your fingers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had the Monday off (the 1st of AUGUST) because of Civic holiday.  I went to dim sum with Agnes and the entire family.  We came home after that to watch Ocean's 11.  I was half-watching, half-MSNing.  We had dinner at Jade Dynasty couresy of Karen since she wouldn't be seeing Aunty Agnes off at the airport the next day.  We watched Million Dollar Baby after dinner, and I ended up being online and up until 5:30 a.m.   Again, this weekend sucked monkey balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to work Tuesday from 8:45-5:00 but Kevin gave me the day off.  He'd okay-ed it the previous week, which was good.  I wanted to see Agnes off at the airport.  We had early 10 a.m. dim sum at Jade Dynasty, and then set off to the airport.  I went home and chilled with Kev, going over music and compiling CD lists while the family was out of town in Kingston to see Karen's potential apartment.  We hit up Imprint Express Inc. afterwards to order Exec t-shirts, followed by Big Al's to look at fishy stuff.  This was the day that the Air France flight crashed at the GTAA.  Agnes' flight ended up being cancelled and she had to stay an extra night at our place.  I didn't go to softball practice because my knee and shoulder were being retarded still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called in to work on Wednesday the 3rd so that I could have lunch with Agnes before she returned to Australia.  We ate a quick lunch at Congee Wong before TTC-ing downtown together.  I showed her to Union Station so that she could board the Airport Express coach back to the GTAA.  I made my way into work for 1:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember again what I did on the 4th.  I know I didn't go into work.  I think my stomach was being stupid.  So yea, I missed another full day of work.  I can't remember what I did in the evening.  I know I stayed home and watched the O.C. with Joe though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday the 5th I still didn't go in.  I went over to the house early in the afternoon.  Kev got home from work, freshened up, and we hit up Big Al's.  Well, not before I dislocated my shoulder though.  Holy CRAP it hurt.  OMG.  I never want to experience that again.  To feel like I didn't have a moveable arm, and to be in such pain, was NOT cool.  Anyway, I ended up buying 5 VERY pregnant female guppies from Big Al's, and Justin was there to help us out too.  We made a crazy shepherd's pie for dinner, followed by a major fly-swatting session.  OMG.  I'm going to kill Charley when he comes back to Canada.  His sh*tmess of a room is breeding flies and crap all over the house.  I'm going to TORCH HIS ROOM SOON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed over at the house for the weekend just to spend some quality and get away for a while.  We had pancakes for breakfast on Saturday the 6th.  We moved some items around in the house.  We diced up half of a 20 lb. watermelon (that's TEN POUNDS of watermelon - HEHEHE!) and blended it into juice.  We didn't quite have enough ice to make it into a slushie though.  For dinner we grilled up wings and asparagus and a massive zucchini courtesy of Norma.  We were going to watch a movie but both of us ended up being way too tired.  Instead, we just slept.  Well, he slept.  I was awake.  I have insomnia issues at his house.  I don't know WHY.  Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the 7th flew by.  We had leftover fried rice and chicken wings for brunch.  We spent the afternoon with him trying to teach me to play guitar and me being really bad at playing the drums.  I. am. musically. retarded.  We made cheesy spaghettini for dinner with onions, carrots, beef, and....stuff??  (I can't remember...)  Before I knew it, and all too soon, the weekend was over, and back over to the east end of North York I went. It was nice roaming the house in PJ's all weekend, just kicking back to relax and hang out and do absolutely anything we wanted off the top of our heads.  No schedule to stick to.  Nothing we had to get done.  Just pure relaxing, that felt like anything but an eternity.  :(  Doing dishes was fun!!!!!! *evil laugh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go in on Monday because my arm was really bugging me.  I'd slept on it during the night without knowing and awoke in quite a bit of pain.  So yea, I didn't go in to work.  I was home all day fishing for baby Chinese Algae Eaters and their eggs.  Oh yea, I didn't mention!  I've been super UNsuccessful at breeding guppies.  Then I come home from a weekend away to find another type of baby fishy all over my tank.  I did some quick reading online to discover that these rarely breed too.  NICE!  Anyway, mom is having allergies and can't eat much according to the Chinese herbalist doctor man who prescribed some really stinkyyyyyyy crap.  My room STINKS of nasty-smelling Chinese herbs now.  ARGH!  Anyway, Joe and I ended up splitting a large pizza from Pizza Hut instead for dinner.  I can't remember the last time this happened!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, look at that!  I'm all caught up!!! Heeehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up, showered for work, and came in.  I was tempted to get McDonald's for breakfast but refrained from doing so.  I didn't want a heart attack, nor did I want to spend money.  Instead I had a juice and ate a peanut butter square (which we baked on Sunday - forgot to mention that).  I had leftover pizza for lunch, and it's now almost time to get off work.  I'm meeting Kev at Finch Stn., we're heading to Imprint Express to get the Exec shirts, followed by a quick stop at Big Al's, and TD, and IKEA.  Wheee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112361950825100894?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112361950825100894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112361950825100894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112361950825100894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112361950825100894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-to-old-habits.html' title='Back to old habits'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112360219736262675</id><published>2005-08-09T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T11:44:09.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tastiness - Part 2</title><content type='html'>I knew that there were a few more items that I hadn't mentioned two entries ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have some "not-as-tasty-anymore" foods in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Kev and I were roaming in Fairview and decided to buy a snack from the food court. The first thing that came to mind for me was good ol' saltiness. The next thing that came to mind was &lt;em&gt;Pretzelmaker&lt;/em&gt;. I remember, back in the day, when I used to buy two for $5. It might've been a promotion? I think they cost more than that nowadays. After much deliberation (and after being forced to pick the flavour/variety/restaurant/, like any and all other situations - LOL!), I decided on "regular" - butter and salt. Hrm, maybe the pretzel wasn't fresh? Maybe it didn't have enough butter? I'm not quite sure. All I knew was that it really wasn't tasty at all. I was expecting a soft, chewy, salty, buttery, melt in your mouth-ish piece of twisted carbs...........NOT, well, what I actually bit into. Hmmm....maybe it's because I've moved on and there are tastier things in life (like LAMB!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Fairview Mall, one of my favourite places to buy a snack at when I was a kid was the Baskin Robbins. It's only about 2-3 units down from Pretzelmaker, come to think of it. Anyway, the simplicity of vanilla and/or chocolate ice cream never used to wow me like it does nowadays (as they complement other dessert items SO VERY WELL!). My favourite flavour, up until Gr.9 or 10-ish even, had been Jamocha Almond Fudge. There was something about the almonds, and the fudge swirl, with the coffee/vanilla-y-ish ice cream that made it good. The past few times that I've had it.........bleh. It just gradually grew to be far too sweet after a few spoons. Baskin Robbins' chocolate blasts are ALSO gross. I'm warning everyone now! They're not good. Their chocolate shakes are too sweet too! Well, at least the one I had in Kingston was. If you want a GOOOOOD chocolate shake you should go to Ben &amp; Jerry's. I've had one from Wasaga Beach, and two from the Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream shop on Queen Street where Tea Shop 168 is. DON'T get bubbletea from 168 though - their drinks are FAR from spectacular! Support TenRen's, even if it's overpriced. Their drinks are &lt;em&gt;goooooood&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, are McDonald's hash browns. I've certainly had my fair share of McDonald's food in this lifetime. Even back in the days of St.Tim's, when my dad would bring Joe/Karen/Loretta/I lunch on his days off........McDonald's it was, or Pizza Hut, or Harvey's. That's when the sandwiches at McDee's weren't the size of NOTHINGNESS and ONE meal actually filled me (mind you, I also ate significantly less back then, but that's besides the point). Everyone knows that their sandwiches have shrunk in size - stupid cutbacks! Anyway, it's been quite a while since I last ate a non-breakfast item from them. I don't usually eat their lunch items. However, I still have a weakness for their Sausage 'n Egg McMuffin. That's not the focus of this paragraph though (yea, I should &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; get to the point). McDonald's hash browns are what I need to talk about. Those crispy, greasy little buggers used to taste better. When smothered in ketchup and sprinkled with a bit of pepper, they were like greasy golden heaven melting in my mouth. Now they just taste like a greasy &lt;strong&gt;heart attack&lt;/strong&gt; in my mouth. Oh well. I guess that's good enough reason &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to eat them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so concludes my post on food, which I talk about way too often on this blog.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm sure you'd second that.  Heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112360219736262675?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112360219736262675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112360219736262675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112360219736262675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112360219736262675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/08/tastiness-part-2.html' title='Tastiness - Part 2'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112295104872351030</id><published>2005-08-01T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:52:46.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah McLachlan - Fallen</title><content type='html'>It's been a long, hard weekend, and an even darker day for me today. I pray for strength and peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven bend to take my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lead me through the fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be the long awaited answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a long and painful fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truth be told I've tried my best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But somewhere along the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got caught up in all there was to offer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the cost was so much more than I could bear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I've tried, I've fallen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have sunk so low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have messed up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better I should know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't come round here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell me I told you so...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all begin with good intent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love was raw and young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We believed that we could change ourselves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The past could be undone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we carry on our backs the burden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time always reveals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lonely light of morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wound that would not heal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the bitter taste of losing everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I have held so dear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've fallen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have sunk so low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have messed up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better I should know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't come round here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell me I told you so...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven bend to take my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nowhere left to turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lost to those I thought were friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To everyone I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh they turn their heads embarassed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretend that they don't see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's one missed step&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One slip before you know it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I've tried, I've fallen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have sunk so low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have messed up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better I should know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't come round here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell me I told you so...[2X]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112295104872351030?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112295104872351030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112295104872351030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112295104872351030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112295104872351030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/08/sarah-mclachlan-fallen.html' title='Sarah McLachlan - Fallen'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112265211018579216</id><published>2005-07-29T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:48:30.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasty, and not so much...</title><content type='html'>I've noticed lately that times have changed (&lt;em&gt;no really, eh?! D U H!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first instance that made me more aware of this was during the ride up to Wasaga with Kev over the Canada Day long weekend.  We stopped off at a convenience store in Newmarket (somewhere near the Upper Canada Mall where he bought his OAKLEY'S!! - wheeee!), as we were both craving for some junk/snack foods for the trip.  We decided on Hagen Daz coffee ice cream bars, Humpty Dumpty onion rings, and a 5-pack of Schneider's Hot Rods.  So, regarding the latter..........I remember how I used to eat these ALL THE TIME when Joe and I were younger.  They were just so incredibly tasty, &lt;em&gt;seemingly&lt;/em&gt;.  Anyway, so Kev apparently really loved them as well.  Umm...so as we bit into them, a not-so-pleasant expression appeared on both our faces, and we BOTH knew that it tasted so similar to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dog food&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Okay, mind you, I haven't actually eaten like dog food before, so I can't truthfully say that.  However, it's like how people say that something &lt;em&gt;"tastes like ass"&lt;/em&gt;.  I mean, has anyone truly tasted ass before?!  (I don't really want to know, by the way....).  These "tasty" treats used to be one of my favourite things to chew on in the basement before dinner.  You bite into these chewy sticks and the grease just oozes out from the pockets.  Now they simply remind me of nothing but dog food.  It was SO gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second food item is not disgusting at all.  It was just....disappointing..is all.  I remember how Karen and I used to walk over to Loblaws after dinner just to buy a frozen Sarah Lee pound cake and pick out at it as we sat at the benches.  A while back, Kev and I bought one and figured we'd have some tasty desserts made with it.  You know, fruit purée on the side, or chocolate sauce...or fruits on the side....or ICE CREAM!  Anyway, it was tasty, yes, but definitely not as I remembered it to be.  *sigh*  I bet you my taste buds are dying out slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the UP SIDE, there are MANY things that have become SO MUCH MORE TASTY over the years.  Meat and potatoes are definitely at the top of my list.  Yes, I love my beef and I love my lamb.  The funny thing is that, when I was a kid, I didn't like meat NEARLY as much as I loved my veggies.  I loved Chinese brocolli and regular brocolli.  Anything with crunch.  I loved spinach too.  There's also this Asian vegetable called "sahn choy"...which literally translates into "slime vegetable".  It sounds gross, but it's good.  Some of you will know what it is.  I didn't like potatoes all too much either.  I didn't find them to be all that special or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at me now though (fat and all), and holy cow!  I can eat so much beef and lamb because it's just AWESOME, and I absolutely loved mashed potatoes to death.  I think Kevin's way still tastes the best.  Swiss Chalet's is not bad.  Montana's and Elephant &amp; Castle's are both NASTIFIED!  They are so bland and have no taste!  Mashed potatoes are awesome when you taste the creaminess, with some saltiness to it, and it's just sooo smooth and rich.  Rich gravy on top is an added bonus!  Roasted garlic mashed in is even better.  Omg, now I really want some mashed potatoes..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was just some stuff that I thought about between dozing during this morning's commute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, there's also &lt;strong&gt;chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;.  I never used to crave chocolate.  I always preferred salty snacks any day over sweet stuff.  However, nowadays, I definitely could go for a chocolate shake or chocolate cake or chocolate sauce on my crèpe, etc.  mMmmm!  *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm a pig................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112265211018579216?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112265211018579216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112265211018579216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112265211018579216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112265211018579216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/07/tasty-and-not-so-much.html' title='Tasty, and not so much...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112249623339402116</id><published>2005-07-27T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:30:33.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It keeps me awake...</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I'm totally falling asleep right now and it's 3:45 p.m.  I need to wake up or I'm totally not going to last until 5:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about the past week's happenings.  On Wednesday evening (20th of July) we were supposed to go play badminton.  Once again Tait was booked.  Big surprise.  Kev and I ended up going to First Markham's Cineplex and watching Mr. &amp; Mrs. Smith.  We were supposed to have dinner at Kelsey's after that but Kev was tired so we just headed home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week didn't involve a lot of work because conversion was still taking place, hence no computers for use.  With no computers means no work....meaning hours dwindling.  That's going to hurt the paycheque quite a bit.  Anyway, Agnes arrived and we went out to dim sum at Bamboo de Chine with her, Uncle Peter, Cecilia the watermelon boy, the shrimp, and my grandparents.  Brian came over in the afternoon with Emily for a bit, and David showed up afterwards.  Emily eventually left for work for 4:00 p.m.  Brian, David, Joe and I spent the afternoon playing poker.  I came in second.  We didn't play for real money though, thank goodness.  I don't want to lose money over something stupid like gambling.  I'd rather buy ice cream or milk tea with it!  I was supposed to go have dinner with my family, but there weren't enough seats in the car with Agnes and David present.  Once again I had to deal with it and stay home to starve.  Mom offered to bring food home for me, but after dinner Joe and I were supposed to go over to chill at my grandparents' place...so by the time I got home to eat it would've been midnight.  I figured that I would've fainted from hunger by then so I declined.  Instead, Zin finally convinced me to go get food elsewhere.  He came to pick me up and we headed to Pizza Hut so I could get a small Canadian for take-out.  We ate at Skymark Park and just hung out for a bit before heading over my grandparents' condo.  Just as we arrived at the complex, Joe called and arrived with David.  Perfect timing!  We headed upstairs to pick up the keys and equipment, then headed downstairs to the ping pong room.  We played for a bit, and I managed to smack the ball into Zin's eye.....(I'm sorry!!).  We went for a walk to grab Brian from the plaza afterwards.  We shot pool for a bit as well before leaving around 11.   I didn't get much sleep that night because I was on the phone until 3 a.m. or so.  So sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom went out to brunch with Agnes on Friday (the 22nd) and actually brought food home for me too!  I ate that, got ready, and headed out the door towards the house.  I watched Family Guy with Brian for a bit before he left for the temple.  Zin came home from work and we headed to Reptilia for crickets, as well as Big Al's to pick up my fish tank's fluorescent light!  Pressed for time yet again, we threw together some fried rice and cooked up some zucchinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I went for MORE dim sum at Jade Dynasty with family.  I got dropped back home and Kev picked me up before we headed to Fairview to shop for birthday presents.  We roamed a bit before hitting up Peanut Plaza's Payless.  We ended up having to go to Don Mills Centre's Payless = FAR!  Next we hit up Canadian Tire to pick up my BBQ, new dishes for his house, etc.  Dinner was rushed yet again (busy day!!!!) so we had some dumplings before I headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to mass with family for 10:30 p.m.  I headed home after that to shower and get ready for softball.  Grace and Sopheak came to pick me up around 12:30.  We popped into the Dominion at Kennedy &amp; 401 to pick up some pizza and whatnot.  The Paladins beat the Lions!  Unfortunately, during this game, I killed my left shoulder, knee, and elbow.  My knee is ripped up pretty badly - I'm missing a chunk.  My elbow is scabbing up but still somewhat painful.  My shoulder can't lift beyond a certain level, nor can it rotate without pain.  I really should get it checked out.  Kev came to pick me up with Alex after that and dropped me home.  I took a very painful shower and got ready for the big dinner.  Anne and Angela picked me up at 6:15 p.m. and we grabbed Joyce before parking at Y ork Mills Station.  We subwayed down to Marcel's Bistro on King St. W to enjoy a Summerlicious dinner for Anne &amp; Michelle's 20th Birthdays!  Mish and I headed out for bubbletea with Kevin after dinner and just chilled for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday the 25th, the Steve guy from the renovations place was supposed to come do re-measurements between 11:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m.  He FINALLY showed up at 2:00 a.m. when we were just about to leave and not wait for him any longer.  I talked to him briefly about changing the colours of the troughs, etc., before we headed out to Market Village to have dim sum with Dan and Loretta.  Next we went to the gaming store so that Joe could chip his PS2.  We finally head back to Dan's place so that Agnes could visit.  He raced us back to our house so that we could swing by my grandparents' place for Agnes to visit as well.  Finally we headed up to Highway 7 for another family dinner.  The food was tasty!  There was a fried chicken (Asian style) with fried garlic!  Then there was fried spicy garlic softshell crab with fried egg tofu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday Zin picked me up around 12:40 and we headed up to NFS.  We cooked up some eggs, bacon, and toast up at the house before heading back down to the shop for a tour.  I watched him work for the rest of the day, and got to drive a GT 235 (I &lt;em&gt;thiiiiink&lt;/em&gt; that's what it's called?!), as well as his car (again!).  We drove down to the cornfield as well to check it out.  Back up to the house we went for dinner - penne and sauce - with Karl and Barb.  Shortly after that we drove back to the house and watched Family Guy for the rest of the night.  Hahah...I love Family Guy DVD's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up at 6 for work.  I didn't get to shower because my dad went in at the same time again!  ARGH!  I managed to wash out my wound and change my dressing.  Hobbling to work isn't really that much fun.  It's hard to walk up any stairs.  I drank a hot chocolate from Second Cup with a touch of whipped cream because I'd been wanting a chocolate beverage since yesterday (a chocolate shake sounds tempting right about now).  For lunch I had a quarter chicken dinner with mashed potatoes from Swiss Chalet.  I think it's making me sleepy.  I'm kidding.  I'm sleepy cuz I lack sleep and I have nothing to do right now.  Well, I do have stuff to do but it's SO boring and I'm waiting for 5:00.  Tonight is Shepherd's Pie night and dealing with YUBC matters!  Okay, I think I'm awake again now and should get some work done.  Blogs work wonders!  It's better than COFFEE and caffeine!  Hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112249623339402116?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112249623339402116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112249623339402116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112249623339402116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112249623339402116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-keeps-me-awake.html' title='It keeps me awake...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112187653792413545</id><published>2005-07-20T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:44:00.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's back!!!</title><content type='html'>That's right folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOCKEY.&lt;br /&gt;IS.&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;CLOSE.&lt;br /&gt;TO.&lt;br /&gt;BEING.&lt;br /&gt;BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I forgot to post about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I spent all of dim sum talking about this!!&lt;br /&gt;Chances are that the Leafs won't get first pick for Sidney Crosby though. We only have one ball in the lottery if I remember correctly. BOO! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112187653792413545?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112187653792413545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112187653792413545&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112187653792413545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112187653792413545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s back!!!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112187550887359791</id><published>2005-07-20T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:05:08.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyway...</title><content type='html'>So aside from complaining about how evil McDonald's and how VAST my waistline is getting to be, let's get back to the usual dealy of posting about my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, after I got off at 1 p.m., I headed home and did some cleaning of the room, fixed up the fish tank, checked my e-mail, etc.  Before I knew it, it was 6:00 p.m. and time to head out for dinner.  I threw on a skirt, top, and sandals and headed up to Hwy.7.  Dinner was pretty good.  I haven't eaten real Chinese food in a long time.  Well, not expensive Chinese food, at least.  I'm always eating tastier &lt;em&gt;white food&lt;/em&gt;.  LOL!  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;FINE PRINT&lt;/strong&gt;: WITH THE EXCEPTION OF DUMPLINGS, MILK TEA, HOT POT, AND A FEW OTHER THINGS.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after dinner Joe and I went over to Loretta's and Dan's for poker and dessert - apple pie à la mode!  mMmm!  I talked to Loretta for a bit as Dan and Joe watched Napoleon Dynamite &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;again!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  ARGH.  I dislike that movie SO much.  It wasted 2 hours of my life!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around 1:00, gave Zin a quick call, then headed to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a bummy day.  I woke up around 11:00, washed up, and headed out to dim sum with mom and Joe.  We went grocery shopping after that to pick up a few things.  Finally home around 4:00 p.m., I cleaned the room some more, popped online to do some reading, etc.  Zin came to pick me up around 6:30 and we headed to Fairview so that I could pick up my cons.  We bumped into Mark outside of SportChek.  Our next stop was No Frills, only to find...well...&lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;.  Back to the house we went to figure out enrolment and courses and stuff for the rest of the evening.  Man, school sucks.  It all sucks.  Boo. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an hour left before work is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here and doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a Jays game on the 29th and that should prove to be fun (I hope?!  I know &lt;em&gt;squat&lt;/em&gt; about baseball, to be honest.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to play badminton tonight but York sucks crap and Tait is all booked up for events, again.  So much for facilities being available for STUDENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to get my room cleared out today so that my aunt Agnes can take over for the next 12 days starting Thursday.  This is going to be difficult with everything that I need being in that room, and me needing to access it around 6:00 a.m. each day before work.....somehow without waking or disturbing her?!  AIYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good news though  - MOVIE tonight, and I'm feeling happier today!  Must be the large tea that I got from Timmy Ho's.  Yes, the one that is now cold and gross tasting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112187550887359791?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112187550887359791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112187550887359791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112187550887359791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112187550887359791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/07/anyway.html' title='Anyway...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112187477692742012</id><published>2005-07-20T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T11:52:56.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new status</title><content type='html'>....I'm turning F-A-T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, someone, warn Kevin for me before he one day goes "OMG.  What happened to you, you &lt;strong&gt;BLIMP&lt;/strong&gt;?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so back to the confession that relates to the little hypothetical situation up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work.  I'm tired.  I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;When this happens, I need to eat something.&lt;br /&gt;It can be a drink even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I volunteered to do a breakfast run...seeing as how it's kind of bad for part-timers to just leave the office and go get a coffee .  The rule is to always offer other people as well...then you can make it look like it's for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning I arrived at work and knew that I'd need to consume something.  I had my heart set on a hot drink from Timmy Ho's...as I was freezing to death on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems wrong with this situation so far, right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, just you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What never fails...what ALWAYS ends up happening...what I end up eating.....is the oh-so-evil &lt;strong&gt;McDonald's&lt;/strong&gt;.  There's something about the Sausage 'N Egg McMuffin that I can't resist.  I always end up ordering it. I don't get it!!!!!  I have to stop eating these heart attacks!  As I stood in line I actually decided to be "&lt;em&gt;good"&lt;/em&gt; and only order one, even though I SOOOOO wanted to have two!  Last time, I had two. The time before that I had a combo AND an EXTRA sandwich.  AIYA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gradually, and very quickly, going to going to receive a promotion - from &lt;em&gt;BLIMP&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;WHALE&lt;/strong&gt; status soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112187477692742012?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112187477692742012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112187477692742012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112187477692742012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112187477692742012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-status.html' title='A new status'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112170639578691158</id><published>2005-07-18T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T13:06:35.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I totally remembered!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that I'm back here, posting a new entry, and it's only been TWO days?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I woke up at 8 something to wash up and get ready to depart.  Joe came home from McDonald's with my mom and dad, as they'd gone for breakfast.  They brought home an Egg McMuffin combo for me (EEW!).  Whatever happened to the BEST sandwich ever?! - the Sausage 'N Egg McMuffin!  WHO eats the EGG McMuffin?!! BLEH!  Oh well - free breakfast = can't complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for Kingston a little after 9 a.m. and drove for what seemed like an eternity on the 401.  I slept for the initial hour or so, then decided to keep awake for fear of &lt;em&gt;dying&lt;/em&gt;.  Everyone else in the car was sleeping too and my dad was driving and I swear I thought I saw him dozing!!!  From then on I tried to make a lot of noise, crank up my music through the headphones, etc., in hopes of keeping him awake.  Thank goodness it worked!  We arrived in Kingston around 12:30 and drove around for a little bit checking out the area.  Next we hit up the Loblaws on Princess before finally scoping out the dingy and seedy apartment at 2 p.m.  Man, that place was gross.  The neighbourhood is good and all, but the place itself was so old and dilapidated.  For $600/month it SO was NOT worth it.  Anyway, I somehow managed to bump into Monica Cheung from St.Gabe's/LAT as she was walking through the neighbourhood.  We headed back into Toronto and the family went out to dinner.  Kev came to pick me up and we headed back to the house to eat.  We were &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to go to the Metro Food Fair and roam around, but it was RAINING!  &lt;strong&gt;*grrrrr*&lt;/strong&gt;  I was SO looking forward to my lamb skewers!!  I've been waiting for a YEAR now!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!  I was so mad!  Anyway, we went back to the house and had cabbage rolls and watched Family Guy DVDs.  Hahaha!  Oh man, I love that show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody woke up for church on Sunday morning and my mom was &lt;em&gt;QUITE&lt;/em&gt; the peeved because of that.  Luckily I was still sleeping and didn't get my butt whooped.  LOL!  They went out to lunch and I got up for a shower.  Kev and Brian came to get me around 1:30 and we headed out to Bamboo de Chine for some tasty dim sum.  We headed over to Brian's diamond (Wilclay) after that and watched his team play for a bit (around 4 p.m.).  I finally got to see Tracy, and I even bumped into Leslie Tan-Man.  Turns out Jo's friend Kenny ALSO plays on their.  It's insane.  Sopheak arrived to watch for a bit as well, and shortly after that we headed out to our diamond (Wigmore) for our 6:00 p.m. game.  We played against Soul and won 8-5.  I got two catches, didn't make any runs, and totally baked in the heat!  I was sweating buckets!  Anyway, Sopheak, Grace, Brian, Kevin and I hung around after the game and continued to play til almost 10 p.m.  We ate at Congee Queen after that and I got to drink some tasty HK Style Iced Lemon Tea! mMmm!  I didn't sleep until 1:30 or so, as I was cleaning my room, talking on the phone, talking to Joe, etc.  I will blog about today when I get home.  I'm off work now!!!  It's 1:00 p.m.  Woo-hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112170639578691158?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112170639578691158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112170639578691158&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112170639578691158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112170639578691158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-totally-remembered.html' title='I totally remembered!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112155434963431331</id><published>2005-07-16T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T18:52:29.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week gone</title><content type='html'>How come I can never find time to blog until a week has passed since the last entry?  *sigh*  Again I apologize that each entry must be so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work around 7 something on Monday and headed up to Yorkdale to meet Kev at the PJ's.  I picked up three Chinese algae eaters, 8 male guppies, and a sliding glass canopy.  We headed back to the house, took care of the fishies (I think??), and then made some food - just some quick fried rice was thrown together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old deal for work on Tuesday.  Worked from 8:45 until 5:30 or so.  Got to have lunch with Joe at the Elephant &amp; Castle.  I had the Bangers, Bean, and Mash again.  I really don't like the beans and their mashed potatoes aren't very good (I like my own more!) but the English sausage is so good.  Joe's Mushroom and Cheese Burger was tasty too.  My lunch was so filling - I felt SO sleepy after eating.  For the rest of the afternoon I tried so hard to stay awake.  Luckily, around 4 p.m or so we sang Happy Birthday to Lucas and also had a mini celebration that seating was over.  They broke out the beer and wine and juice and did a small toast sorta thing in the department.  Hahaha...that's the second time we've been able to drink on the job.  It's crazy!  Aren't there any, like...RULES....against this?  Anyway, after work, I went back uptown to the house and we went to Big Al's on Steeles for female guppies and neon tetras.  I think leftover fried rice was all we had for dinner?  I honestly can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up until almost 3:00 dealing with fishies and talking on the phone with Michelle or something.  I trekked downtown to BCE Place to have lunch with Aileen at Marché.  mMmm!  Haven't been there for quite some time now.  I had rosti with smoked cheddar sausage, and chocolate ice cream for dessert!  I went back uptown to the house again just as the A/C guy was wrapping up with his inspection, and Kev decided not to head back to work.  Instead we headed out to early to Baskin Robbins at Centerpoint for milkshakes and cookies from Felix &amp; Norton, then Big Al's to return two tetras that didn't last.  We went home and grilled up some chicken, mushrooms and asparagus for dinner.  I had WATERMELON for dessert! Heeeehehehe!  I'm getting into the crazy swing of watermelon again!  I got into pretty big trouble upon arriving home.  Mom was pretty pissed because there was some idiot skateboarding around my street at like...MIDNIGHT...like an absolute freakin' RETARD and so she started to get scared that it was unsafe.  That f-ing retard was skating around last week too.  Like, what the freaking hell?!?!  He got me in trouble!  ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't head into work on Thursday cuz I'd been up til almost 5:00 a.m. dealing with the fish.  I had to change the gravel in my tank, do a water change, clean out the filter, clean up the big mess that occurred on my carpet from water spillage, etc etc.  Ugh.  It just turned out to be a big nightmare.  Anyway, I woke up, took care of more fish stuff (ANOTHER tetra went, along with 12 Danio's. ARGH!),  then headed out to the house around 3-ish.  I heated up some leftover Shepherd's Pie and started watching Ellen because Angelina Jolie was doing a guest appearance.  Brian came home for a bit, and then Kev got home from work.  We headed out to Pacmall so that he could get a haircut and got the biggest scare in the meantime.  Just as we were approaching the hairdresser's I saw Joe and my dad inside.  Like.....what the hell?!?! MURPHY'S LAW, much?!?!  Oh man.  I totally freaked out and RAN through the mall as far away from that shop as possible.  We hid upstairs for a bit in the cultural area while snacking on egg waffle (Gai Dan Jai - tiny chicken eggs??) for a bit before heading back down when it seemed to be safe.  Oii...that totally threw me off for the rest of the day.  I mean, it was already a pretty pissy day cuz 12 Danio's died, my mom blasted me before I went out the door, and then I totally get spooked from almost running into family.  Anyway, after Pacmall we went back to Felix &amp; Norton to get Barb's present, then Big Al's to exchange another tetra and pick up some other stuff.  We went back to the house, I did some dishes, then went home.  What a f-ing crappy day.  I eventually made a cup noodle at home because I was so hungry and fell asleep watching Family Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 11:00 and decided to treat my family to dim sum for lunch.  I don't know why.  I just felt like it, I guess?  Karen, Joe, my mom and I headed out to Jade Dynasty and ordered a whack of food.  For the remainder of the afternoon I was home working on stuff and whatnot.  I hopped into the shower around 7:00 and got ready for my date with the girls.  Dad dropped me off for the 9:00 p.m. reservation at Centro for Summerlicious '05.  The food was good, but I was not impressed with the service.  On two occasions someone dropped something or whatnot.  Not impressive.  On the whole the food was good and the experience was fun.  I had the Fruitwood Smoked Salmon with Cress Salad and Lemon Vinaigrette, followed by the Tandoori Spiced Pork Tenderloin with Mango Chutney.  For dessert I got the Caramelized Bananas Banana Split with Raspberry Sorbet and Pineapple Salsa.  The smoked salmon salad was tasty, even with this light but crazy wasabi-like dressing on it.  I don't normally like spiciness (frankly I can't handle it) but it really accentuated the flavours of the salmon.  The pork tenderloin was good, but Michelle's Grilled Tiger Prawn and Scallop Brochette was really tasty too.  The scallop was just seared on the outside and still soft on the inside. mMmmm.  I finished off the evening with a really rich and smooth café latte.  I had a blast and can't wait until Winterlicious! :)  One weird thing though - what kind of high end restaurant has Kleenex as what you use to dry your hands?!  That was just...odd.  Anyway, Michelle dropped Janis and I back here at my place as Janis waited for her dad to come get her.  I popped online after that and webcammed for most of the night.  My internet has actually cut out now but I decided to finish this entry offline.  Who knows when I'll be able to actually post this up?  Tomorrow I'm off to Queen's/Kingston for most of the day to see Karen's apartment and such.  I can't believe that she's actually going to be gone in about a month's time.  It hasn't fully sunken in yet, but I'm already pretty sad about it.  I don't really want to know how I'm going to feel when the time actually comes.  I guess it's all a part of life.  Either way, I'm really excited for her though.  It'll be a really good experience for her, to be away and pursue her dream.  Anyhoo, I think I've rambled for long enough.  I think the café latte is finally wearing off.  I'm getting sleepy.  Goodnight folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112155434963431331?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112155434963431331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112155434963431331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112155434963431331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112155434963431331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-week-gone.html' title='Another week gone'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112110459822954588</id><published>2005-07-11T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T13:56:38.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And finally, number 3!</title><content type='html'>First off, I will start by complaining about how insanely ITCHY my eyes are today...for the gazillion-th time! They're so itchy that I want to scratch them! LOL! Okay, maybe not so much...but I really do want something to relieve the itching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the best that I can do nowadays is to post one entry per week or so. Yep - that means crazy long posts. Sorry.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left off with last Tuesday the 5th - just under a week ago. I stuck around at work post-5 p.m. for a little bit (hence no softball practice), then headed uptown to buy a bunch of stuff at Costco with Zin. Then we made some crazy lamb kebobs and grilled up some mushrooms and asparagus on the BBQ for dinner. Honestly, I don't know what lambs or cows did to me in my past life, but it must not have been pretty or nice considering how often I seek revenge on their kind nowadays. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked from 8:45-5:00 on Wednesday the 6th, then met up with Kev, Iola, and Brian at Tait for badminton - ONLY to find out that the gyms were all in use for university basketball or stupid dance classes. *grrr* I hate our stupid campus!!!!!! Anyway, we decided to go back to the house, grab a snack(s) and/or change, then go to Lee's up in Markham for badminton. It cost $10.70 to play for about 3-4 hours. Kev left early to take care of stuff, so Brian, Shirley, Aaron Poon and I headed to KBBQ at Commerce for dinner around 11:00 or so. Oh man...it was pretty darn gross. So unhealthy and greasy! If I wasn't so hungry I wouldn't have eaten that. Ugh. I got in around 1:15 a.m. or so and went to bed knowing that I was going to wake up at 7:00 a.m. the next morning to call in for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was saying.....I woke up at 7 on Thursday and called in saying that I was going to go in at 1 p.m. maybe (or moreso, that I'd call to let them know). I woke up at 10 to shower and such...and was going to go in for 1:00 p.m. As I was getting ready though, I realized that there was still a whole bunch of stuff that I needed to tend to before going to work. Crud! I ended up calling in to tell Fiona that I was going to be home for the remainder of the day but that I'd go in the next day (on my day off) to finish up all my seating for half the day. I took care of all the stuff, then called up Emily to see if she wanted to eat. She picked me up and we went to retrieve Brian. Off to FMP we went, where we had dim sum for lunch. We hit up Yo's and I ended up purchasing a new racquet. It cost me $180!!! OUCH. So yea....I got a new Carbonex 30 Muscle with BG 80's strung at 21 lbs. Lemme tell you though. It's a SWEET racquet. Anyway, we hit up Smart Maple for a little but before going to Pacmall for Brian's haircut. Emily picked up Jackie from work and then we headed out to do some grocery shopping. We picked back up my racquet and made our way over to the Great Canadian Superstore at Dufferin/Steeles. Kev arrived with Alex and Elly, and we went back to the house to play some ping pong, grill up some hot dogs and just chill. We decided to go for bubbletea at Empress' TenRen's later in the evening. That almond milk tea was SO powdery. Bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was psycho tired after having slept for only 2.5 hours and having to work at 8:45 until 12:00. Thank goodness it was only a half day - otherwise I wouldn't have survived. I dozed every chance that I got on the TTC. As I was walking up my street after getting off the bus, I found $20!! Sweet!!!! I did some laundry and then passed out on my beanbag chair for about 45 minutes - until my mom came home. I flopped back down and awoke again at 2:45 to the home renovations contractor dude arriving at my door. He worked everything out within 45 minutes and left - finally. Of course, by now, I didn't have enough time to nap yet again. *sigh* So yea, I started to pack and Kev eventually came to pick me up with Brian. We hit up the bank so that I could deposit some money, and the rest is history. I passed out in the car cuz I was feeling really week. I was running on 2.5 hours of sleep and hadn't eaten since 7:30 a.m. It was now at least 6:00 p.m....so yea. Not too cool. I woke up when we arrived back at the house and I was about to go cook some dinner...but I really needed to lie down. I needed to either nap, or eat something and lie down. Either way, I needed to rest for a little bit. I next awoke to Kev telling me that food was ready. D'oh. So much for me making dinner. *sigh* I suck. Anyway, I headed downstairs and ate the filet mignon and veggies that he'd cooked up, and then I started on the dishes. The food definitely made me feel more human. We headed out around 10:30 or so and hit up Shopper's so that I could get some contact solution. At Jane and Finch a crazy accident involving some dude who ran a red happened right as we were making a left. Oh man! It was nuts! We were right next to it! So we hopped onto the 401 and made our way into Waterloo. Holy cow. The roads are bad enough as it is in there, but with construction....like, it's just RETARDED. All 4 ways into Brian's cousin's street were blocked. Like...wth?! *sigh* Anyway, we finally took a crazy detour, dropped him off, and made our way to St.Paul's to get settled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the gym shortly after 9 and warmed up. Ivy and Nhi were there already and had set up in a small area by the door. It soon became too crowded so we caved and moved further down along the gym wall. The tourny was lots of fun. Even though Iola and I only won our first match, the games themselves (even when we lost) were really good. They were a good pace with good competition and many good rallies. Kev and I won our first two games for mixed, so we were stuck in the "A" Flight. Oh MAN! We got slaughtered for our third game. Haha! Overall, Mixed too was a lot of fun. I've never ran so much for doubles before! LOL! People always pick on me. :( We stuck around and watched some of the final games before heading out to Leung Yau for hot pot. The watermelon juice was SO tasty with the hot food! Before heading back to Toronto we hit up UPlaza at Philip and University to get bubbletea! Brian and I were psycho full so we decided to pass and lie on Iola's hood to look at the stars instead. Hahah...we also had some insane laughing fits because of how tired and full we were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I woke up around 1 p.m. and showered. Kev made some bagels and scrambled eggs for brunch, and then we headed out to the Super Pet at Lawrence and Yonge.....only to discover that most of Yonge was closed off for the Celebrate Toronto street festival. D'oh! We ended up parking our car along a side street, and walked over to the store. Four female bettas and a small 5 gallon tank was purchased. We hit up the Great Canadian Superstore at Dufferin and Steeles to pick up some popsicles, watermelon, nectarines, cabbage rolls, etc. Back at the house, while organizing a bunch of stuff, we cooked up some chicken fingers that were not so tasty, and also finished off the cinammon rolls that his mom bought him....which also were not so tasty. LOL! Finally we cooked up some quick shepherd's pie - this time with a totally experimental recipe instead of the usual kind that we make - and it turned out to be pretty tasty! Anyway, before I knew it, it was hometime again. So yea....nothing excited happened at home. I arrived, unpacked some dirty badminton clothes, washed up, and passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 7 today and was psycho tired. I quickly washed up, threw on some clubs, and rolled out the door to work. I shouldn't have worn contacts today - my eyes have been SO itchy since putting them on. I've been wanting to rub my eyes like mad all day. It's lunchtime now, by the way, and I've been at this blog since at least 12:15 or so. Well, I did have to actually do some work in between. Anyway, I think this post is way too long so I'll stop..........here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112110459822954588?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112110459822954588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112110459822954588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112110459822954588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112110459822954588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-finally-number-3_11.html' title='And finally, number 3!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-112058337185970540</id><published>2005-07-05T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:28:52.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun weekend numéro deux</title><content type='html'>Oh boy oh boy! It's been a while since I last posted and there's so much to be said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow - it's been about a week since I last posted?! I can't seem to remember everything that happened last week. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I actually went home for dinner last Monday. It was about time I showed my face at home after not having been home for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on Tuesday and then went over to the house for dinner. I can't remember what we ate, but it was made on the BBQ. I think it was pork chops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday again was work. Then I went to the house to cook up some dumplings as Zin cleaned up after a day of work. We biked over to the Bethune Dining Hall and had our first YUBC Exec Meeting of 05-06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I woke up and tried to do tons of laundry. Then I went out to have late dim sum with my mom and Joe. THEN I came home and started to pack. I waited for my dad to get home to take me the Finch Station Passenger Pick-up. I met up with Zin there and we hit up the Upper Canada Mall in Newmarket to buy new shades at The Sunglass Hut. Omg...I can't believe he got the same shades as me. We now both have a pair of Oakley A-Wires. Mine are gold though, and his are black/charcoal. Anyway, we stopped by a TD and a convenience store for ice cream and Schneider's Hot Rods. Those things used to taste SO much better. Now they just remind me of dog food. Bleh. We got lost along the way to Wasaga because of the crappy Mapquest directions - &lt;em&gt;"make a slight right here, make a right, make a slight left, make a left..."&lt;/em&gt; Like, what the HECK is a slight right onto a Country Road?! Aiiiii....We finally made it to Saga Resort by 11:30 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we had a late brunch of pancakes and bacon, followed by a pseudo-walk out the beach. I say &lt;em&gt;pseudo-&lt;/em&gt; because we didn't even make it to out the beach before turning back towards the hotel. The weather was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; cruddy - windy, blowing sand, storm clouds, cold conditions. Everyone was leaving the beach. We ended up spending the rest of the day indoors watching movies and Star Trek in the jacuzzi...save for when we had to grill lamb loin chops on the BBQ for dinner. I totally pigged out on the trip though - cheetos, ice cream, chip 'n dip, pop, etc. *sigh* I'm such a fatso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we checked out and left the car in the parking lot. We finally headed down to the beach (&lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;, and right before we LEFT Wasaga, of all times). Shopping around for a necklace similar to the one I'd gotten during the Grad Trip, as well as a swimsuit that would actually fit and not be psycho loose on me, I only successfully found one of the two. I managed to get a necklace and a bracelet that matched. However, I didn't have much luck with the swimsuit. The smallest size they had anywhere was 5-6, which is &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; too big for me. It was either that, or kids sizes. &lt;em&gt;Niiiiiiiiiiice&lt;/em&gt;.... So we had ice cream for breakfast from the Ben &amp; Jerry's shop along the boardwalk. Well, I had a chocolate shake - SO good! Kev had chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Back to Toronto we drove to drop off some of the luggage and stuff and to load the bikes up onto the car. We grilled up some Mesquite burgers before hitting the road again, bound for his cottage up in Coboconk. We arrived in time for another tasty dinner à la Karl, consisting of risotto with portobello mushrooms, grilled sugar snap peas and asparagus, grilled shrimp, and grilled pork tenderloin. We headed out on the boat for the &lt;em&gt;geography lesson&lt;/em&gt; after that and came back to sit by the warm blazing fire. Dessert consisted of freshly-picked strawberries and &lt;em&gt;tasty&lt;/em&gt; Kawartha Dairy vanilla ice cream. Zin and I eventually headed out to the boat by the dock and laid under the stars to admire the breathtaking sight...........until it got way too cold. LOL! Yep, it was still cold in July. Off to bed we went around 1:30-ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke at 10:00 a.m. on Sunday to the delicious smell of bacon wafting into my room. Barb was frying some up. I cleaned up and sat around to chat with her for a bit before Kev finally woke up at 11 a.m. We made bacon and eggs for breakfast before going out for a dip in the lake. MAN it was &lt;em&gt;freezing&lt;/em&gt;. Well, at least it was for me! We got out, dried off, and decided to go canoeing around for a bit. We docked at this one inlet by a bridge that smelled like urine. That was interesting....We rowed back to the dock and began our hunt for crayfish. We caught 14 in total and kept them in the bucket for the day! Hehe! It was one big bucket of not-so-happy crayfish! LOL! Barb and Karl's friends arrived sometime during our crayfish adventure. That's when all of us headed out on the boat again to watch Zin on the wakeboard. Then Wade went on the kneeboard, seeing as how he couldn't get his size 12 feet into the wakeboard. Heh. Next Whitney wakeboarded around the lake for a bit before it was my turn to try water skiing. Oh man...was I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; freaked out....me being the one who definitely cannot swim well and such....so yea. It was definitely an experience. I was up twice but didn't stand up far enough before wiping out, so I've been told. I have no clue. I just remember wiping out. Oiiiii....I went tubing after that with Whitney though, and that was MAJOR fun! Hahah! I was airborne at least 3 times! LOL! We came back to shore after that and snacked on stuff before Zin and I headed out to bike on trails. I got eaten alive by mosquitos and Kev's bike chain broke when we were as far away from the cottage as one could possibly be. LOL! He ended up having to use the bike as a scooter during the trip back. A &lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt; bunny happened to cross our path at the top of the crazily steep hill.  We always seem to run into bunnies when we bike.  Last time we saw 5 on the bike trail near York.  This time we see this mother of a big fat hoppity thing!  LOL!  Anyway, we packed up our luggage and took some dinner for the road before heading back to Toronto.......but of course we had to stop for ice cream along the way. "&lt;em&gt;Death By Chocolate&lt;/em&gt;" was definitely tasty and to die for. Ok....that pun sucked...and I don't like puns. Why did I just pun?! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday consisted of going in to work late. I was supposed to be in for 8:45 but I went in for the afternoon instead at 1:00 and stayed until 8:15 to do seating. I met up with Zin at Downsview and we headed back to the house to grill up some pork chops, mushrooms, and zucchini for dinner. Brian came home from Newmarket and we chatted for a bit. I went home, got Joe to help apply some mosquito after-bite stuff onto my INSANELY ITCHY bites, and then I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep well last night because I was up most of the time writhing in bed from the itchiness. I didn't dare look at my clock for fear of finding out how few hours I had left before having to wake up for work. I did get out of bed this morning and even had enough time to cook up some soft-boiled eggs for breakfast. I had a cheesestring and half a cup of coffee as well. Now it's lunchtime and I'm gonna go heat up the food I brought from home. That's right. No buying today.........for once. I also have a yogurt...and Rice Krispie squares...and Maltesers...as snacks. Man, am I at work or am I feasting?! Bottom line is that I'm a fatso and no one can refute that. Oh, that, and a &lt;em&gt;warzone.....&lt;/em&gt;heheh! *runs away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-112058337185970540?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/112058337185970540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=112058337185970540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112058337185970540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/112058337185970540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/07/fun-weekend-numro-deux.html' title='Fun weekend numéro deux'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111989686687982670</id><published>2005-06-27T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:27:46.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun weekend it was</title><content type='html'>I got home after work on Friday to hurriedly pack stuff up and throw Joe's new frisbee around for a bit at the park.  I had intended on eating dinner with the family before I took off for the weekend, but my mom didn't get home from the doctor's and hair dresser's until 7 or 8 something?  It all worked out in the end though - Zin was able to come get me without showing up on the parents' radar and I got to eat shepherd's pie instead of something like Congee Wong.  Heh!  We went to the house and packed up everything, ate, tried to organize a bunch of stuff, and &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; hit the road around 11:30 p.m., if even!  We didn't get to Waterloo until almost 1:00 a.m.  The St. Paul's College graduate residences were nice.  There even was air-conditioning.  The accomodations were very neat and clean, and the room was a decent size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I woke up to Iola's call around 8:15 a.m.  We headed out to CIF for the Pointfore tourny and, oh boy, what a hot gym it was.  I still don't understand why there isn't A/C there.  The tournament was pretty fun but I slowly ran outta juice.  I was pretty tired nearing the end of it.  Most of the matches were pretty unfair but oh well.  Of all games that we played first, we competed against &lt;em&gt;horse legs&lt;/em&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;perv/pedophile&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;horse legs'&lt;/em&gt; girlfriend.  I'm not revealing any names here.  You either know or you don't.  Hehe!  After the tournament the three of us just went to SLC to chill out for a bit.  We just lounged around and chatted til we got hungry enough for dinner.  Off to Leung Yau we went for all-you-can-eat hot pot and watermelon slushy juice! mMmm!  So tasty!  Before driving back to Toronto, Zin and I stopped off at the tasty bubbletea place in U-Plaza by Philip &amp; University to pick up some drinks.  Their bubbletea is so good!  We actually got back into town fairly early.  We watched the Nutty Professor before bed and then passed out while watching Alfie with &lt;strong&gt;JUDE LAW&lt;/strong&gt;!!  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't head out until 3:00 p.m. or so on Sunday.  We hit up T&amp;T, M&amp;amp;M Meat Shops, Food Basics, and Price Chopper and bought a TON of groceries.  Actually, it wasn't really a ton.  It just happened to be pricey because of all the meat that was purchased - lamb, mesquite burgers, filet mignon, etc.  After cleaning up the fridge and organizing everything in the freezer, we cooked up some bacon and eggs for snack (breakfast AND lunch had been skipped).  We chilled out and browsed through flyers and M&amp;M's magazines full of recipes and stuff before making dinner around 9:00 p.m.  We grilled some pork chops with raspberry chipotle sauce, and honey garlic teriyaki chicken breasts (or something like that), along with grilled zucchini.  We also cooked up some green beans and onions with garlic.  Before I knew it, it was time to go home (again).  I got home and unpacked all my dirty badminton clothes and laundry and such.  I didn't sleep until 1:30 or so.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I totally regretted it this morning.  I was supposed to shower at 6 but didn't drag myself out of bed until 6:40.  I wanted to stay in the shower all day.  I passed out on the subway but couldn't get comfortable like I normally do.  I hate sitting between people.  They provide no support.  LOL!  The morning passed by reaaaaaaaallly slowly.  I could barely keep my eyes open.  I was definitely looking forward to lunch.  I went to the Elephant &amp; Castle Pub next door and had the Guiness Irish Stew with an iced tea.  The stew had parsnips and carrots and braised lamb with garlic mashed potatoes.  It was alright.  Sounds better than it really was.  For starters, I don't like their potatoes.  Secondly, braised lamb definitely is not as good as lamb loin chops.  Thirdly, I think stew was a bad choice for lunch.  It was so heavy and filling and &lt;strong&gt;warm&lt;/strong&gt; on a HOT, SUMMER day.  Aiya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better get back to work now.  Lunch was over at 2:00 but I've been sitting here blogging away.  Oh the joys of sitting in a secluded corner of the office now that Susan is gone (this was originally her desk but she left and part-timers now get to use it).  It was kinda cruddy sitting here this mroning because the light above my area is blown and it was super dark and dim.  It hurt my eyes to try to focus on seating reports.  Indy is my saviour though - he lent me his desk lamp and now...well....&lt;em&gt;"let there be light!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111989686687982670?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111989686687982670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111989686687982670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111989686687982670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111989686687982670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/06/fun-weekend-it-was.html' title='A fun weekend it was'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111962568921710837</id><published>2005-06-24T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:08:09.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the bugger?!</title><content type='html'>WHAT happened to my blog font?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't touch ANYTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, anyone?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111962568921710837?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111962568921710837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111962568921710837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111962568921710837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111962568921710837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-bugger.html' title='What the bugger?!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111962531174999922</id><published>2005-06-24T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:05:08.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It has escaped!</title><content type='html'>No, conmen &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; broken out of the Kingston Penitentiary. No, your dog didn't get out of the yard last night (at least not that I know of...). &lt;em&gt;My memory&lt;/em&gt; is what has gotten away. It ran with the wind and flew off...for now. Maybe it's merely due to the fact that it's only 9:11 a.m. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting here trying to recall what I did this past week. It's...umm...not going too well. This is going to take me a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I worked from 1:00 to 5:00. I TTC-ed over to the house as Zin freshened up after a bummy day of work (LOL!). We had to make effective use of time, as many stores close by 7:00 on a Monday. We hit up Cycle Path at Weston and Hwy.7 to check out bike racks. After leaving to check out Canadian Tire (only to find NOTHING), we headed back across the street and decided on one from Cycle Path. Next we headed back across the street &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; to purchase my new bike. It was interesting loading it onto the bike rack in the middle of the Canadian Tire parking lot. Heh! Anyhoo, we went back to the house and grilled up some pork chops and salmon and mushrooms real fast seeing as how &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; was starving! The evening flew by again and before I knew it the day was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a full day at the office, followed by meeting up with Sopheak at Finch Station. We bussed back to my place and got a ride to softball from my mom. Afterwards a bunch of us went out to pho for dinner. I came home and fell asleep on the couch watching Season 4 of Dawson's, and went back upstairs to sleep around 12:30-1ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was my day off!! The Home Depot in-home estimate guy was supposed to come at 10:00 a.m. but he didn't arrive until 11:00! He ended up being a jerk because he gave me lip. Well, he just lost a customer so whatever. I went out for a late lunch with my parents and Joe, then headed home to clean my room. Zin picked me up and we headed out to Fairview so I could get my contacts. Next stop was Bayview Cycle where I picked up a new bike seat. We finally headed back to the house to install the seat, the odometer, and to raise my handlebars. We took them out for a spin on the path off of Shoreham and saw five bunnies in the meantime. It was entirely bug-ified there though. I don't know how many I swallowed. (I'm kidding!) We cooked up some shepherd's pie for dinner after that and, for another night, didn't get a chance to clean the froggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a rough day here at work for me. I spent the entire day seating or dealing with the most complicated complaints from some really selfish patrons. That woman.....I'm gonna blacklist her. My eyes were super tired from lack of sleep and wearing cons all day too. The funny thing is that I didn't actually leave at 5:00, which is what one would usually expect after a long day - for me to FLY out of the office at 5 on the dot. Well, instead I stayed even later to work on seating until 6:30 or so. At least I got more work done. I subwayed up to Downsview and met up with Zin. We chilled for a while before grilling up some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tasty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lamb loin chops, accompanied by sauteed carrots and vidalia onions with wine. Too bad we didn't have enough time to let the chops marinate for longer. Anyway, by the time we finished dinner it was 11 something. *sigh* Back home I went to do laundry, wait for the cycles to finish, throw items into the dryer, hang up any non-dryer-ables (I totally made up a word!), and I managed to sleep by 1:45. My old Paladins jersey shrank like...a TON......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6:30 to shower. Today is such a nice day. I'm decked out in sportswear at work. This is awesome. I hate work clothes. Why can't I wear shorts to work everyday?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are feeling alright today. I decided not to put in my cons til after I got to work. I popped them in before I went on a breakfast run. They're feeling a-okay. Alright, gotta actually do some work now. I'm off to Waterloo tonight and won't be back til late tomorrow evening. Then it's off to Queen Street for some shopping wth Zin on Sunday!!! Wheee!!! SHOES!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111962531174999922?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111962531174999922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111962531174999922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111962531174999922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111962531174999922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-has-escaped.html' title='It has escaped!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111929663205299239</id><published>2005-06-20T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T15:43:52.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' busy</title><content type='html'>Before anyone even thinks of remarking about the title of this entry, let me &lt;em&gt;explain&lt;/em&gt;.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With work pretty much being a guaranteed 8:45-5:00 from Monday to Friday, aside from Holidays and days that I might book off on the occasion, it leaves me with much less time to take care of things, run errands, etc.  I'm not really speaking of the fact that I could be having fun instead of working at the office because, well, in order to have fun I must first make money (this usually applies, at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm trying to figure out how accomodations are working of the Pointfore tournament that's happening this weekend in Waterloo.  Iola, Kevin and I are playing as a team, and no one seems to be on school term right now.  Well, Bryan isn't in this weekend anyway.  So yea...are we to stay at Iola's friends' place and camp out on the floor with sleeping bags, or should we book a room at a Holiday Inn sorta thing and spend $50-$60 for one night?  Aiya.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's figuring out what to do for Canada Day.  I want to go away for a bit but this big family dinner stupid birthday thing is getting to really be a pain in the butt.  To make a long story short, a non-family member, non-relative is having a big 81st birthday party dinner thing that my mom wants me to go to.  It conflicts with my Canada Day plans.  ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worrying too much about SOTF right now except for making sure that I'm signed up.  We'll think about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter and brighter note, I'm at work now and the phones are practically dead.  The season's over so we're not getting any calls about exchanges or whatnot!  Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with where I left off.......Friday June the 17th.....I got off work and don't think I've been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; glad in a LONG time that it was Friday and 5:00 p.m.  I'd been working through a headache since ~ 1:00 p.m. and it was still going strong.  I hopped onto the subway and dozed for a bit.  That didn't help a whole lot but oh well.  Kev met me at Downsview and we headed back to the house.  I napped for a while and that sort of helped a bit.  Then the headache came back.  What a nuisance.  Anyway, we grilled up some steaks and zucchini and mushrooms for dinner.  mMmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to lunch with just my mom on Saturday.  Joe had gone fishing with Loretta and Dan.  They switched last-minute from Sunday to Saturday because Lor couldn't make Sunday anymore, and it worked for Joe either way...so yea.  I'd already promised that I would go to softball on Saturday, so no fishing for me.  Yet again.....*sigh*  At least I got my Oakley's delivered to me.  You know what's crappy though?  First off, there was NO SUN!  I didn't get to break them.  Secondly, it's not like I could break them out anyway - I lost my right contact in the process of putting in eye drops; it must've gotten flushed out.  Now I've gotta go order new cons too.  *grrr*  Oh yea...so back to Saturday.  We were humbled playing against the Crusaders.  We lost 5-15.  I caught about 4 outs playing left rover and got two "RBI's", as Kev said.  I can't remember what that stands for.  Oh well, the team hustled so it was still good fun!  The team did their poker night afterwards but I didn't join.  Shirley, Sopheak, Grace, Brian, Kevin and I stuck around at the diamond and continued to play some more.  Then they went off to Swiss Chalet for dinner.  Kev and I went back to the house to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in on Sunday, bummed around, and didn't do much.  Went out to the magical place (don't ask) for dinner and had some really good fried squid.  Came home, went online for a bit again to figure out SOTF stuff, and then talked on the phone for the rest of the night til 2:30 or so.  I wanted to keep reading The Da Vinci Code, so I sat in bed and read til I dozed off.  I woke up around 7:30 to turn off my light, then went back to bed until 11:00.  Got up, washed up, cooked up some eggs and leftover spam for breakfast (there was no food in the fridge that was quicker than spam), and rolled out the door to work.  Here I am now posting.  Better get off and actually do something productive now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111929663205299239?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111929663205299239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111929663205299239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111929663205299239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111929663205299239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/06/gettin-busy.html' title='Gettin&apos; busy'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111902504573745812</id><published>2005-06-17T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:56:05.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And WHAT a storm it was</title><content type='html'>Continuing with where I left off in my last entry, softball practice was very laid back this past Tuesday. We practiced catching in outfield and throwing to the cut-off. Then we headed over to some diamond by Bridlewood Mall to possibly challenge another team to a friendly game. Of course, the black freakstorm clouds were threateningly looming over us. The other team decided to bat for a bit as we fielded for them. Um...yea...luckily we closed up early because a few minutes after I got into softball Grace's car (as in, not YUBC Grace), it started to storm insanely. We literally could not see a &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; in front of us and the wipers were going at full speed. We could barely make out the car in front of us, lines on the roads obviously weren't visible, and Rogers phonecalls were not connecting properly. My calls home continuously cut out. Anyway, a quick run from my driveway to the front door resulted in me being soaked. It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bad. Grace had to wait out the rain at my place for a bit. I ate dinner in the dark with the help of Joe's MagLite, then started up a quick candle-lit game of Hold 'Em in my room. Soonafter, Brian arrived with McDonald's apple pie delivery for me, and they (him, Jackie, Sopheak) came in to play as well. Around 10:30 p.m. we all headed over to the house instead to continue playing, where Emily and Khoa were. Charley was studying upstairs "with me". Oiii...that was a close call. Anyhoo, Jackie took Joe and I home for 1 a.m. or so. I was so insanely tired at work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I worked from 8:45-5:00. Headed home to change and drop off my stuff. Went out to Fairview with Kevin and Joe to hit up Foot Locker. I ended up buying the Nike Impax 2 running shoes, but I haven't actually broken them out yet. I'm gonna see if they're really for me. I mean, I like them and all but both Kevin and Joe think that they're a bit much. Take a look see! &lt;a href="http://images.auctionworks.com/hi/59/58788/310144401.jpg"&gt;SHOES!&lt;/a&gt; We dropped Joe back home and headed out to Colossus to watch Madagascar. Burger King is so gross, let alone CINEMA Burger King food. *ugh* The movie was alright; not as good as the other cartoons that I've seen - Monster's Inc., Finding Nemo, etc. You KNOW that Boo was insanely cute in Monster's Inc.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get into work until 9:15 on Thursday. It's okay though....sorta. Three other people were experiencing TTC delays. The day passed...&lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; slowly....but it did. I got a really anal secretary calling in for a patron that totally pissed me off for the rest of the day. I tried to leave work by 5:05 p.m. to make it home in time for a 6:00 p.m. appointment. We had some dude coming over to do an in-home estimate for roofing and eavestroughs and stuff. I got an earful for getting home at 6:05. I later asked Joe when the dude had arrived to find out that he came early. Okay, so like nobody told you guys to freakin' start without me, so it's NOT my problem. The appointment was supposed to be at 6:00 p.m. I get off at 5! I do not FLY up from downtown, and there IS something called TRAFFIC and RUSH HOUR. Freakin' hell man. Jeez. I was so pissed off...along with a bunch of other stuff. UGH. Anyway, after the appointment, Joe and I biked off to release some....animals...into the wild.  After that, I stayed home for a fairly good dinner. Since eating congee for 4 days straight because of the stomach flu that I'd come down with, solid food just tasted &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;. For the remainder of the evening I worked through some seating reports from work that I'd taken home while watching the 1st season of LOST with Joe. We got through about 4 episodes or so. It's not bad. I don't think it's as captivating as some of the other shows that I already watch. Hrm...we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday...LOL! Oh my! I just realized that I was ready to type all about Friday when it dawned on me that today is Friday is &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; happening. Hahah! Stupid me! So far it's been so chill and fun. It's almost 12:30 p.m. now and I've taken no more than 5 calls. It's so sweet that it's the end of the season! Patrons can't call in to exchange concerts anymore cuz there IS only ONE concert left! I went on the CS breakfast run with Jason. Picked up a bunch of coffees and some McDonald's. I myself had the Sausage 'N Egg McGriddle with ROUND EGG instead of folded egg. It was pretty good at the MOMENT. Everything was kinda mushy though. I think I prefer the McMuffin still. Anyway, I now feel like a lump of thing. It's just sitting in me. I think I'm gonna eat a really light lunch so I can enjoy tonight's steak! To whomever has seen the movie "&lt;em&gt;Madagascar&lt;/em&gt;" - Alex the Lion has good taste! Anyhoo, I'm taking lunch in 45 minutes with Denise. We're gonna pick up...some sort of food along the way and go over to do some shopping at MEC. I'm still thinking whether I should or shouldn't get a duffle bag from MEC. I'm really tempted....to use it as a luggage bag when I go away. Anyway, I'll have to see! If I do get it and don't like it, I can return it anyway! So yea! Today is gonna be chill! I'm picking up my Polarized Oakley's tonight so that I have them for tomorrow's softball game. It BETTER be sunny!! I'm also going fishing on Sunday!! Wheeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111902504573745812?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111902504573745812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111902504573745812&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111902504573745812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111902504573745812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-what-storm-it-was.html' title='And WHAT a storm it was'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111878310639642245</id><published>2005-06-14T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:41:17.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to get caught up</title><content type='html'>I've fallen behind a few days in posting, so here's fair warning that this may be a lengthy entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One quick question to anyone who may have the answer (obviously):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My CRT is flickering noticeably. Any idea why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; Google it, but it'd be helpful if someone could leave a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;simple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; explanation. Thanks in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end-of-season TSO BBQ at RTH on Thursday night was alright - just some regular BBQ food and appetizers/desserts. Had a pretty good time just chillin' with the CS people. Denise and I subwayed back uptown and I got in around 1:30 or so. Gave Zin a quick call and actually caught him in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally slept in on Friday morning - didn't get up for work until almost 8:00 a.m. I raced out the door and got to work around 9:15; that's &lt;strong&gt;30 MINUTES&lt;/strong&gt; LATE! Omg.........! 12:30 p.m. arrived soon enough and I headed downstairs to Swiss Chalet to meet up with Anne, Angela, Janis and Joyce for lunch. Too bad I only had an hour to spare, but that's already not bad. It would've been better if the service was faster. Oh well. It was pretty awesome to catch up with everyone, in brief mind you. We've still got time. We'll meet again, someday. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of Friday's workday flew by and I headed home to watch the second last episode of this past season of ER. Doctor Carter is leaving!!! Well, not that I didn't know to begin with, but to actually see it play out is somewhat sad. I liked him; he was a cool character with a lot of history on the show. Anyway, we headed out around 7 p.m. to meet up with Lor and Dan for Joe's 16th birthday dinner. Can you imagine? "Little Donna" is 16 already, and he's not little anymore either. I mean, he's still a twig and all (as are &lt;em&gt;several&lt;/em&gt; other individuals that come to mind...heh!) but he keeps on sprouting vertically. When was that supposed to happen to &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; a good 5 years ago?!?! *cries* Anyway, the meal was tasty and good times were had. Way too much seafood though, like any and all other celebratory dinners. Aii..... Joe and myself headed back to Dan and Lor's place to play poker and eat gross hazelnut cake from Maxim's after dinner. For a first-time Hold 'Em player, I did fairly well. I won a few large pots, but still ended up losing in the end. I guess it didn't help that I constantly had to refer to my print-out of poker hands. Yes, I'm a NEWB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Lor's giving me her Polarized Oakley's for 90 bucks! What a deal! Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday consisted on dim sum with my brother and parents, followed by grocery shopping at Market, Bayview Loblaws, and the new Bayview Village Loblaws - yes, two &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; Loblaws'. Anne came over after that and we made Perogies for dinner! Man, those things are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;filling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Guh. We watched "&lt;em&gt;Enter The Phoenix&lt;/em&gt;" with Daniel Wu and Karen Mok over dinner. I left partway to shower only to have to freeze for 20 minutes because somebody was using the water! ARGH. Long story. Anyway, we left for the airport around 10 p.m. and picked up Zin.  &lt;strong&gt;Welcome back!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Back to the house we went, to open souvenirs and discover a sauna-like house. Oh man. The air-conditioning is practically non-existant. So psychotically hot!!! :S Anne took me home around 12:15 and I ended up talking on the phone until 6:30 a.m. or so....................LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was &lt;strong&gt;NOT COOL&lt;/strong&gt;. I woke up feeling nauseous and barely made it to the toilet to chuck after rinsing toothpaste out of my mouth. I already felt like hurling upon waking up, but I figured that I could keep it down and that it would pass. I guessed wrong. Anyway, I had to be downtown at Roy Thompson Hall for 1:45 p.m. I managed to get through Concert Duty feeling like total crap. Zin came to get me at 3:00 p.m. Thank goodness he'd picked up some Gatorade like I'd asked him to. I definitely didn't want to eat anything but I need some fluids and sugar in my system. Mini Oreos from Finch Station didn't seem to really do the trick. We hit up the Woodbridge Costco and signed up for a membership. Guess who I saw there, by the way? Mr. Desilets and Miss Villano. No, wait. Sorry, I stand corrected - Mr. &lt;strong&gt;and Mrs.&lt;/strong&gt; Desilets. Heh! So yea, that was a bit of a surprise. Anyway, we picked up a fan and some groceries, then swung by Shoppers to get me some Gravol. The quick-dissolve tablets are insane, I tell you! They literally TOUCH water and disappear almost immediately! That may not be important to the rest of you, but for someone who doesn't take capsules or pills, it's some uber good news! I ate some Campbell's Chunky Beef Vegetable soup later that evening at the house, which wasn't even that much (as in, I didn't finish it). Anything that was being ingested was wreaking havoc on my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed out on my bed upon getting home. Somebody tucked me in at what I was later told to be 1:00 a.m. or so (from Joe, by Joe). I woke up around 9:40 a.m. in a groggy panic. "^*&amp;amp;$! I'm supposed to be at work for 8:45!!......I think?! What day is it?!" I check my calendar to discover that it's Monday. OH NO! I stare a little longer at it to finally realize that I was working a half-day in the afternoon. *PHEW!* Back to bed I went, but not before setting my alarm for 12 noon. I wake up literally one minute later upon realizing that 12 noon made no sense. I was supposed to go out the DOOR then. Ugh. I reset my phone's alarm again for 10:40 and finally settled back into bed. The next time I woke up, it was 10:53 a.m. What the dilio?! WHY hadn't my alarm gone off?! I pick up my phone to realize that the dumb-ard here had set it for 10:40 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.M.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *sigh* I took a quick shower and went to work feeling like crud. My shift passed fairly quickly, and I stuck around until 7:15 p.m or so doing lottery ticket processing with Lucas, Orsolya and Jason. Back uptown to Downsview I went to meet up with Zin. We raced up to FMP to drop off some racquets at Yo's for stringing, then hit up Congee Wong for some congee. Next was Iola's house to figure out some details for the Pointfore tourny, which we are now signed up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go in to work today. I woke up to my stomach feeling quick unsettled again. It's been churning for most of the day. Not a painful unsettled feeling, mind you, but more of a "I'm out to make you feel uncomfortable all day" type of unsettled. I guess you can say that that's a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; bit better???? I went and had some congee for lunch with mom and Joe. I'm home now writing up this super blog entry. Whoever reads this far is nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea......tonight is softball practice from 6:30 or so til 9:00 p.m.-ish. The team might head out to pho or food somewhere afterwards? I'm not really too keen on the idea of eating right now, but we'll see. Maybe a nice glass of water will be good. Good ol' &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tasty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; water.....................*rolls eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111878310639642245?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111878310639642245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111878310639642245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111878310639642245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111878310639642245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/06/time-to-get-caught-up.html' title='Time to get caught up'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111834830141094891</id><published>2005-06-09T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:18:21.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to say</title><content type='html'>I couldn't think of a more original title, so I'll state the obvious - I have something to say. (DUH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experience once of those embarassing TTC moments yesterday.  I always doze on and off while commuting, and this time I finally got "settled" around Leslie.  What a bad idea.  The next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes and TOTALLY knew that I had just missed my stop.  My eyes had been shut for too long.  Oh no.  I woke up, looked around, and realized that we were driving over the 404. D'oh!!  At this point, I was deliberating whether to tell the driver that I'd missed my stop and to kindly issue me a transfer....or to just waste a token and save myself the embarassment.  Well, I didn't want to waste $2, and I figured that the driver would probably never see me again, or at least wouldn't recognize me, so I went to have a quick chat with him.  He was pretty cool about and just kinda smirked at me.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raced home to head to the doc's with my mom.  While in the waiting room, it was decided that none of the YUBC people wanted to Buffet King.  Oh well.  It was their idea in the first place.  Instead someone suggested Mandarin over Buffet King.  That's just disgusting.  So yea, better for me I guess.  Iola and I decided to go for sushi buffet instead for an early birthday celebration (hers, not mine).  SO MUCH FOOD.  Oh man.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, vegged at Joe's comp, and watched an episode or two of ER.  I'm still not caught up because the last few eps are on tape as opposed to being downloaded.  The TV download site had just shut down around that time, so Joe told me, and he hasn't bothered to download them since.  Instead, he's in the process of getting all of season 1 of some show called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I *think* I've heard about it before?  Not entirely sure.  Either way, it's been downloading for about a day and a half now, and it's 9 GBs total.  That's nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khoa is supposed to be building my new system over the summer.  In exchange for his labour, I'll be burning him my 10 GBs of music, as well as all of Season 2 of the O.C.  He's also going to teach me how to hop a curb on my bike....so that I don't face-plant.  Not a bad deal if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up until about 2:00 a.m. on the phone with Mish discussing futures and plans and school and such.  I called into work and told them that I'd be in for 1:00 p.m. instead of 8:45 a.m.  My brain felt fried anyway.  I desperately needed the rest.  Inside this head of mine, everything's still swirling, and I'm totally freaked out and panicking....but enh.  A little sleep did it some good.  At least I'm not as on edge today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workday is almost up.  It hasn't been so bad.  My eyes are insanely dry right now because, once again, I'm at my Assistant Manager's desk again.  They didn't have enough part-timer desks available for everyone that was in.  The managers' office has a fan blowing around and so there currently is a flow of air directed at my eyes....and you guys must know how uncomfortable that can feel.  I'm off at 5:00 p.m., and then I've got Concerty Duty at RTH at 6:45 p.m., so I should have some time to grab some dinner, enjoy some of the warm weather, and then head on over to work again.  Tonight is the TSO's end-of-season post-concert BBQ at RTH, so it should be fun.  A lot of the staff are going, so it'll be a good mingling event.  Too bad Zin isn't here.  We were allowed to bring someone.  That would've been neat.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of playing in the Pointfore tourny on the 25th of June.  That weekend seems to be free right now.  Just maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also gonna be painting the bathroom(s) in my house.  Gotta sand off the old paint, sand down the wall to make it smooth, paint a coat of primer on there, then two coats of bathroom/kitchen waterproof and mildew proof paint.  If anyone's interested in helping me, PLEASE let me know.  I don't wanna do this by myself and it'll be fun.  I'll throw in some perks (to be announced if you inquire).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  Got to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111834830141094891?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111834830141094891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111834830141094891&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111834830141094891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111834830141094891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/06/something-to-say.html' title='Something to say'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111823808349079203</id><published>2005-06-08T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T09:41:23.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ol' mornings...</title><content type='html'>It's freezing in the office right now.  I was deliberating already whether I should wear a long-sleeved shirt to work.  Thank goodness that I did.  The office is unusually frigid.  Someone must've let them in on my secret.  The one about me &lt;em&gt;falling asleep if it gets stuffy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperature-wise, it's even cooler out this morning.  Or should I say, "cooler".  It's &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; 19 Celsius right now.  Yep, right now...for now.  It's supposed to climb back up to a balmy 30 Celsius again.  I'm not complaining.  The warmth is awesome, AND I'm only working a half-day today.  After work I'm racing back up to the west end to feed the frogs and myself (no, that doesn't mean piecing two and two together with me eating the frogs...).  I have to be over on campus by 3:00 p.m. for an appointment, and I should be out of there by 4:00 p.m. in order to make it home in time for 5:00 p.m.  That's pretty tight if you ask me, considering I've got to be at the doc's with my mom for 5:30 p.m. (during &lt;strong&gt;RUSH HOUR&lt;/strong&gt;).  Oh yea....then it's dinner with Iola. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the craziest dream last night.  I was in a hotel lobby-ish type of setting, and it appeared that I was the hotel concierge.  AND, of all things, I was speaking French.  I mean, not that I &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; speak French or anything....but I've NEVER, EVER, EVER dreamt in French before.  Weirdness much?  The funny thing is that I wasn't even speaking about hotel-related matters.  I continuously talked at the hotel lobby's counter to patrons about pens.....one patron after another after another.  See, I can't recall exactly what I said in the dream, but I know that I kept holding up a pen in the dream and saying, &lt;em&gt;"...blah blah blah blah &lt;strong&gt;stylo&lt;/strong&gt; blah blah......"&lt;/em&gt;.  I do have a slight idea as to why I might've dreamt in/about French though.  Joe was studying for today's French exam and I was helping him review.  Funny how I would've dreamt about something so....ummm....unimportant? You'd think that I would dream about the Smallville season finale.  That's right!  OH yea, baby!  I'm all caught up!  CLARK AND LANA! OMG! Woo-hoo!!!  They macked!!!  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it's one of those mornings where I'm being REALLY random.  Iola just called it a "typical Donna morning" in her e-mail.  THANKS, Iola. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111823808349079203?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111823808349079203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111823808349079203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111823808349079203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111823808349079203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-ol-mornings.html' title='Good ol&apos; mornings...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111803115874121891</id><published>2005-06-05T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:12:38.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion/fatigue are the answers</title><content type='html'>Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for starters, they make you forget.  Or you could call it &lt;em&gt;not giving a rat's ass 'cuz you're &lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt; too tired&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian came over to my place yesterday after his softball practice.  We hit up Skymark so that I could pick up some sunscreen (go Neutrogena!) from Pharma Plus, as well as some moola from TD.  We ate lunch at Fantaxia and walked back to my place afterwards.  Mish arrive soonafter and we took QUITE a long time to load the two bikes into her dad's 4Runner.  The cabin turned out to be a lot LESS spacious than I'd thought.  Brian ended up deciding that he was just going to meet up with his cousin rather than joining us at Centre Island (party pooper!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mish's dad took us down to the docks.  We unloaded our bikes and ferried across.  Khoa, Jackie, Sopheak, and Grace met up with us at the bike rental station and we explored the island for the rest of the day.  We bought ice cream at Centreville and contemplated on purchasing $10 cartoon foil balloons.  Mish and I broke off from them and biked to the other side of the island and discovered many tiny private and oh-so-cute cottages!  We also played with the cutest baby kitty ever that was roaming around on someone's yard.  In our efforts to race across the entire island in 5 minutes to catch the 8:15 p.m. ferry back to Toronto, I killed my quadriceps.  I should've given up when I couldn't feel my legs anymore, but I still decided to cycle through the pain.  I don't think I've ever biked that fast before either....or that far.  OMG.  You know what the worst part is?  We still ended up missing the ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to 9:00 a.m. mass at Good Shepherd today.  We dropped Karen home after that and went to lunch at Market.  Did some grocery shopping, followed by CanTire shopping.  Woohoo to that!  Dad bought me all these bike accessories that I was about to pay for myself.  We picked Joe up from work, then headed home to install most of the stuff onto my bike.  Sopheak arrived, I went inside to pack up my softball stuff, and we headed out to the diamond.  They switched locations on us last minute and that was &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; bothersome.  Initially we were supposed to play at Riseborough at Birchmount and Steeles.  Somehow we got switched to Wilclay at McCowan and Steeles.  Like, could it be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; closer?!  Anyway we won 27-6 against the Disciples.  Not &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; for a season starter, eh?  GO PALADINS!  I'm happy that I didn't strike out.  I think I only ran singles though...and didn't run very fast either.  I was in a lot more pain than I let on.  Don't know if I should've sprinted like that towards the bases.  It couldn't have done my quads much good.  I came home and went out to dinner with dad and mom shortly after that.  Joe stayed home to study for his exams. And...now?  Well, I'm bored, exhausted, in pain, and totally freaked out still.  But, again, like the title of my post and the initial lines of this entry.....I'm too exhausted to give a care.  That's not such a bad thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111803115874121891?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111803115874121891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111803115874121891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111803115874121891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111803115874121891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/06/exhaustionfatigue-are-answers.html' title='Exhaustion/fatigue are the answers'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111794957738284899</id><published>2005-06-05T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T01:34:17.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In a state...</title><content type='html'>...of panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking, I'm flipping, I'm livid, I'm confused, I'm so lost, and I feel like SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you weren't a million miles away right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't think it's worth living anymore. I can't figure it out.  I don't think I can do this anymore.  Help me...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111794957738284899?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111794957738284899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111794957738284899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111794957738284899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111794957738284899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-state.html' title='In a state...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111763552416778515</id><published>2005-06-01T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T10:18:44.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna get into shape....hopefully</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting at my Assistant Manager's desk today because there aren't enough part-timer desks available for all the...well...part-timers that are in to work.  12:00 noon is the one sale for The Star Wars Concert, so I guess that's why they called in for extra people.  Nuts, eh?  It feels kinda odd sitting here, with all the people passing by the office and then stopping to take another glance.  Yes people, I'm not Kevin, and no, I haven't been promoted.  Not yet, anyway. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if all this physical activity lately has been doing anything to my body aside from tiring it out.  I biked for several hours down at the Beaches with Michelle on Saturday.  On Monday I played badminton for about 3 hours (didn't sit out much because there were only 5 of us).  Yesterday I had softball practice.  SPEAKING OF SOFTBALL PRACTICE - I stopped a grounder yesterday by charging it.  However, let me finish.  It's not what you would imagine it to be.  I took a step-too-many and ended up stopping the speeding grounder with my shin.  Oh mannnn.  It really didn't hurt that much at first, but as I stood in the field afterwards, it began to throb.  I iced it last night - not sure if that did it any good.  Anyway, I have the most painful bruise now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was softball practice.  After work today I'm playing badminton again at Tait.  I'm quite tired, but I think I'll be okay.  Just not gonna play any crazy games.  Let's see.  Saturday I should be heading to Centre Island again with Michelle to bike, and if I make it back uptown in time I'll be playing badminton at L'Amoreaux with Iola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is our first softball game of the season at the Riseborough diamond....wherever that is.  Denise thinks that it's in Scar&lt;em&gt;borough&lt;/em&gt;.  Go figure, eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111763552416778515?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111763552416778515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111763552416778515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111763552416778515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111763552416778515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/06/gonna-get-into-shapehopefully.html' title='Gonna get into shape....hopefully'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111714082709595420</id><published>2005-05-26T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:53:47.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eew</title><content type='html'>Oh man.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the bathrooms at work always smell like...musky....arse...?&lt;br /&gt;*gag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third stall is also always unavailable.&lt;br /&gt;Like...WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, basically this post is directed towards Denise.&lt;br /&gt;Can you answer my questions?!&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111714082709595420?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111714082709595420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111714082709595420&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111714082709595420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111714082709595420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/05/eew.html' title='Eew'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111707941092702774</id><published>2005-05-25T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:56:25.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual pains</title><content type='html'>During softball practice yesterday, I seemingly threw out my elbow. I don't think I warmed up properly, so after a while it was really sore. One would tend to assume that it's tennis elbow, but I've never suffered from that condition before. Not when I bowl, play badminton, or anything else for that matter. It started to feel better three-quarters of the way through practice because I stopped throwing hard and just took it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt fine when I woke up today, and there was no pain or soreness at work. However, just now, a cramping...sore...kinda sensation has started to creep in. Hrm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, there was concert duty today.  I had hoped to be in bed by midnight last night.  Knowing me, it obviously didn't happen.  I finally slept around 1:00 a.m.  I stayed up just to post a blog.  Oh well.  It was due time.  Anyway, I woke up at 6:00 to shower.  I felt okay at first, but as the day EVER-SO-SLOWLY passed, I totally started to give.  By 3:45 or so, I could literally barely keep my eyes open.  I would find my eyes suddenly closed and I'd be somewhat startled that I'd dozed off, only to find that two seconds later my eyes were, again, but mere slits.  I had to make a trip of the bathroom just to go for a walk.  So, I worked 8:45 to 5:00, then bummed around the office from 5 til roughly 6:15.  I walked over to Timmy Ho's and pinked up a medium Iced Cap (I needed ANYTHING sugary and somewhat caffeinated), and also got an &lt;strong&gt;UBER&lt;/strong&gt; tasty chocolate danish!  I made my way over to Roy Thompson Hall (RTH) after that and worked Concert Duty in the box office from 6:45-8:15, and made my way over to the Customer Service Desk after that.  I bummed around til 9:15, then took off to meet Brian, Emily and Sopheak at Empress' TenRen's.  I'm home now and SO gonna go crash soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....and there are always the others pain(s). Whatever. I'm always hurtin'.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I'm disappointed. Maybe Anne is right? It's not that I didn't think it myself...what she said. However, it's just sort of hard to fathom after all that's happened and all that's been said. I just can't believe that it's entirely flipped now. &lt;em&gt;*siiiiiiiiigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111707941092702774?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111707941092702774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111707941092702774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111707941092702774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111707941092702774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/05/unusual-pains.html' title='Unusual pains'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111699571952485425</id><published>2005-05-25T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T00:37:10.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been alright!</title><content type='html'>Okay, quick post before bed per request...just cuz I know that I won't have time to type up an e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how I spent my Victoria Day long weekend:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I met up with Zin after he got off work in the morning and we headed to the house to chill and pack and watch the O.C. season finale. I was at the house until 1:30 a.m. or so...and I didn't get home til roughly 2:00 a.m. He dropped me home, and we said our goodbyes.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the was Shirley's BBQ down at the Beaches with her high school buddies and YUBC. That was pretty chill. I spent most of the time at the grill (as usual), but I did get to toss the softball around a bit near the end of the day. I burnt my finger on the flippin' grill though. ARGH. What a painful blister. It's not so bad now; it's actually not as bad as you would imagine it to be. However, it was SO tender at the time. *OUCH!* I went home afterwards and spent the evening scrubbing the grills. Black, soapy suds flew EVERYWHERE in the laundry room. In the end I had to scrub down the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mish and I went to church together on Sunday morning. Man, it was SO jokes. Our usual priest wasn't there, and Father Webber wasn't present either. I think they were both away on vacation. Anyway, so at one point the whole church prayed the wrong prayer because the priest totally said the wrong thing. We had pho for lunch, then hit up Metro to get bubbletea at TenRen's. mMmm! Strawberry milk black, little ice, no tapioca, with a scoop of ice cream. Just as good as a green tea slush (no red bean) with a scoop of ice cream, OR regular milk black, no tapioca, with...you got it....a scoop of ice cream! SO tasty! Anyway, we were about to split after that, but decided to hit up Fairview for a "little while"...which turned out to be the rest of the afternoon. I saw this TOTALLY hot pair of shoes. Like, okay, so they're not the HOTTEST shoes I've EVER seen, but those who know me know that I totally have problems finding running shoes. I literally hate most of what I see on all those shelves in stores. So this pair of Nike's &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; caught my eye....and now I CAN'T stop thinking about them. Mish wouldn't let me get them though - she knew that I &lt;em&gt;needed&lt;/em&gt; work shoes more. Anyway, this is what they look like. Mind you, I also need new badminton shoes, cleats for softball, and running shoes that I would actually have the heart to play in. I totally would NOT want to muck up THESE shoes if I got them. :( &lt;a href="http://images.auctionworks.com/hi/59/58788/310144401.jpg"&gt;HOT shoes here!&lt;/a&gt; If Daniel Wu were in shoe form, he'd be this shoe right now. So after a day of shopping - I also bought two belts from Jacob Connexion that were on sale; $10 each! - I went home to have dinner with family. Yea, I really need to be home more often for dinner before I get slaughtered by the 'rents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I woke up around .....a late hour (LOL!)...showered, and started to clean my room. I cleaned out the fish tank, organized some stuff, etc. Emily, Brian and Jackie arrived around 5:00 p.m. and we hit up Pacmall. I withdrew some cash from TD, then bought a phone card at some Chinese store (yea, that REALLY explains a &lt;strong&gt;LOT&lt;/strong&gt; in Pacmall - "&lt;em&gt;some Chinese store"&lt;/em&gt;). Brian and I got a bag of curry shrimp chips and a Sunkist that was "made of real juice". Somehow curry and orange pop &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; don't mix. Don't try it. *shudders* We picked up Charley from Mandarin afterwards and retrieved Jackie's car from Metro. Emily headed home and we went to Mix2 to shoot some pool. Finally we were hungry enough, so we headed to Nagoya for sushi buffet. We even got a 10% discount this time cuz Charley knew some waitress there! *woo-hoo!* We dropped Pam home after dinner, who'd dropped by to say hi. Next we hit up the house and fed the frogs, followed by hamster torture. LOL! I swear Charley's female hamster is gonna have a heart attack one of these days. Jackie took me home around midnight, and I went to bed around 4:00 a.m. after Brian's phone died out...I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up to the phone ringing at around 7:30 a.m. &lt;strong&gt;HE CALLED!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I was so ecstatic to hear his voice! We talke for a bit til he had to go for dinner with friends (12-hour difference). I called him back per arrangement around 10:30 a.m. and we talked almost noon. Yea, I ended up being late for work, as I was supposed to be in for 1:00 p.m. I tried my best to rush outta work at 5:00 p.m. I met up with Sopheak at Empress and we found Denise by the TeaShop 168 on Yonge. Off to softball practice we went, which was so much fun! I got nailed in the thigh by a grounder, but it's all good. No bruises! YAY! Okay, so yea, it was super fun! Sopheak's such a star player! Heehehe! GO PHEAK! So yea, Grace (not YUBC Grace, but rather softball Grace) dropped Sopheak and I off at my place, where Emily, Kent and Shannon were waiting for Sopheak. I couldn't head out as I needed to sleep early for work at 8:45 the next morning, but oh well. I ate some dinner, chatted with some people, and now I'm 37 minutes overdue for bed! AHH! Nites folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. So I guess this post didn't turn out to be &lt;em&gt;so short&lt;/em&gt; afterall......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111699571952485425?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111699571952485425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111699571952485425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111699571952485425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111699571952485425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-been-alright.html' title='It&apos;s been alright!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111673888131598360</id><published>2005-05-22T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T01:29:05.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The wait begins</title><content type='html'>It feels as though, for the next little while, I'm going to have to try my best to keep busy. To keep my mind off of a certain something. Or, try, a certain some&lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;. I know, I know. It's not a long time, but it just feels as if a void is going to be there for 21 days. The world will still turn, the clock will still tick, and life will move on......as it always did and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The somewhat logical part of me (that seems to function on the whole.........usually....) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;knows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and is perfectly aware of the fact that it's not THAT long....and that it's obviously not an &lt;em&gt;eternity&lt;/em&gt;. That doesn't go to say that I shouldn't be allowed to feel bummed out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was saying, for the next little while, I'm going to try to keep busy. Not that I don't normally keep busy, I think? I don't know. It just feels like I now have to purposefully and deliberately plan things, as opposed to just......&lt;em&gt;being&lt;/em&gt;? Anyway, I'm going to want to meet up with friends, high school buddies especially....that I don't get to see very often during the school year, and do some much-needed catching up. I'll toss some softballs around, hit up the courts and bat the bird around a bit, and possibly even make use of my fitness centre shoetag for Tait. Oh, and let' not forget spending time at home to be with family so that I'm not spazzed at &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; often for not being home enough. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with that said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111673888131598360?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111673888131598360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111673888131598360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111673888131598360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111673888131598360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/05/wait-begins.html' title='The wait begins'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111647138386371161</id><published>2005-05-18T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T00:13:55.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lifehouse - You And Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it&lt;br /&gt;And in what month&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seems so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do, nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the things that I want to say&lt;br /&gt;Just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping on words&lt;br /&gt;You got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do, nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;And me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?&lt;br /&gt;And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111647138386371161?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111647138386371161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111647138386371161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111647138386371161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111647138386371161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/05/powerful.html' title='Powerful'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111599356071858894</id><published>2005-05-13T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:12:40.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How sad...</title><content type='html'>So I'm eating dry Froot Loops from those miniature boxes of Kellogg's cereal because I'm too lazy to go to the staff fridge to get my milk and pour it into my bowl so that I can have wet cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish the milk was closer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I could've so made it to the fridge by now if I didn't type this post....and &lt;em&gt;instead&lt;/em&gt; dragged my butt to the fridge for milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiiiii........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111599356071858894?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111599356071858894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111599356071858894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111599356071858894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111599356071858894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-sad.html' title='How sad...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111531444577504550</id><published>2005-05-05T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T13:34:05.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry....</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here at work, taking calls on and off.  Patrons are funny; they either don't call for 10 minute intervals, or they ALL like to call at the same time and flood our lines.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was on the phone with this one patron for &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; a long time earlier this morning.  He told me to guess his age and he'd guess mine.  He though that I was 28.  I guessed that he was 30.  So I was off by about 35 years.  So what?  I'm bad at guessing.  He was off by 9.  He was very surprised to find that I was born in HK, funny enough.  Should I even have been giving away my personal information like that?  LOL!  He's got a 75 lb. black labrador retriever that he and his wife named Likorice.  He recently released a CD, and had 10 world-renowned pianists play at his house for free.  I take it he's some crazy classical/orchestral hotshot?  Either way, he was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; patron who called in freaking about how the TSO "wastes money" in mailing out so many ads and reminders to him, as well as enclosing paid postage envelopes.  I didn't bother explaining to him that the only time that we get charged for said envelopes is when they're actually used.  What a doofus.  Either way, he was complaining how we mail him donation and renewal reminders after he's "already renewed AND included a donation each year".  Hence, he wanted to be removed from all solicitation lists.  &lt;em&gt;Somebody&lt;/em&gt; must've woken up on the wrong side of the bed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so back to my original topic.  I can finally go on lunch in about 6 minutes (i.e. at 1:30 p.m.).  The phones have been pretty quiet for the past 10 minutes.  I'm soooo starving and waiting to go get my two submarines from the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better since my last few posts.  Things have brightened up a bit.  Hopefully they stay this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently have a hatred for moving, flying, airplanes, and anywhere outside of Toronto.  Don't ask.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111531444577504550?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111531444577504550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111531444577504550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111531444577504550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111531444577504550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/05/hungry.html' title='Hungry....'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111524058874931840</id><published>2005-05-04T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T17:03:08.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oceans apart, day after day...</title><content type='html'>This song is driving me nuts....and I can't imagine how it's gonna make me feel over a duration of 3+ weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monica feat. 112&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;"Right Here Waiting"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oceans apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day after day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I slowly go insane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear your voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it doesn't stop the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see you next to never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can we stay forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherever you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I thought would last somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear the laughter and I taste the tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't get near you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh can you see it baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got me goin' crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherever you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder how we can survive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This romance, but in the end if I'm with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll take the chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Instrumental Break]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherever you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I'll be, I'll be right right here, oh waiting on youuuuuuuuu) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be right here waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh whatever it takes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whereever you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm never leavin' you (I Will Be Waiting) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be right here waiting, for youuuuu oh oh, youuu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111524058874931840?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111524058874931840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111524058874931840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111524058874931840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111524058874931840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/05/oceans-apart-day-after-day.html' title='Oceans apart, day after day...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111523360104542889</id><published>2005-05-04T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T15:06:41.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the best and the worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[feeling]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt;: much-needed hug on a Sunday evening in the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;worst&lt;/u&gt;: being let down, and things falling through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[taste]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt;: a tasty piece of meat (i.e. &lt;em&gt;lamb&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;beef&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;worst&lt;/u&gt;: toss-up between an Amoxicillin capsule exploding in your mouth, or the aftertaste in your mouth from a very MSG-ified meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[sight]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt;: a true and honest smile that results from sheer carefree silliness over the webcam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;worst&lt;/u&gt;: to see loved ones sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[words spoken]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt;: "You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;worst&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;em&gt;the ones that are left unsaid....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[smell]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt;: fresh natural scent after a shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;worst&lt;/u&gt;: ummm...there are too many to list - B.O. is way up there on the list, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so many moments.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111523360104542889?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111523360104542889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111523360104542889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111523360104542889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111523360104542889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/05/some-of-best-and-worst.html' title='Some of the best and the worst'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111515268918745260</id><published>2005-05-03T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:38:09.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know anymore</title><content type='html'>There are several things that I feel like I'm not sure of anymore.  It's funny how...a mere 3 months ago...I was absolutely lost in some areas of my life.  Over time though, with much thought and deliberation, I'm starting to slowly gain an idea of where it's headed.  That was sort of my biggest problem back then.  With that gradually being solved now, other issues have taken the place that it once held - a slot in the "Problem Files".  (and no, I didn't steal that term from work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that, lately, with so much happening, I've constantly been brought to question it.  I've been tested.  It's been tested.  Occasionally I feel like I'm pressed to gauge how worthwhile it all is.  At times I'm absolutely fed up with it all.  Other times, I smack myself and ask why I would ever question or re-consider it.  I feel like I'm constantly swaying back and forth.  Am I fence-sitting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk that I had with Gail while sitting in the parking lot of the candle factory in Orillia really helped me get through this past weekend.  Even with Lake Simcoe being a few steps away from the camp, and two awesome campfires, and plenty of laughter and fun times, I still felt pretty empty this past weekend - something that instigated early on in my trip.  I guess it bummed me out and it's a shame now that I think about it.  I now realize that I wasn't fully able to enjoy the camping trip as much as I could've....or more like, should've.  I have to let things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past little while, I've noticed many things - one of them being that I could have had a very fun day, but more often than not I go to bed disappointed or angry or mad or upset.  I guess it's just not the best feeling; to end off a seemingly good day on a sour note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to LAT yesterday with Emily to help Rebecca prep for OFSAA.  It brought back a lot of memories once again.  Each time I go back I end up leaving with feelings of nostalgia.  Those really were the days.  What I would give to go back to Grade 12.  Things weren't perfect then.  Life is never perfect.  We do no live in a perfect world, obviously.  However, things were simpler then.  I thought I'd found the cure for my woes....but now I seriously wonder - have I really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why I'm writing all this stuff.  I guess I feel kinda blue...and when I'm blue, I tend to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so frustrating when people want &lt;em&gt;the best of everything and the worst of nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday was quite enjoyable.  I went for bubbletea take-out with Iola after ABC...and we did what we used to do all the time.  We sat in my driveway and talked.  What good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I'm gonna end off with a small note:  &lt;em&gt;Life can be full of such splendid and amazing surprises, but there are so many disappointments in between.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111515268918745260?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111515268918745260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111515268918745260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111515268918745260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111515268918745260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dont-know-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t know anymore'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111464024740000859</id><published>2005-04-27T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:03:07.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those days...</title><content type='html'>Given the title of this post, you probably already think that I'm about to post about something negative, aren't ya? LOL! Well, PSYCH! Sure, it's "one" of those days, but I never said that it had to be one of those BAD days. LOL! Okay, that was really lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, today has been a very chillllllll but relaxing and fun day. I woke up at noon-ish upon realizing that I really could sleep no more. I was still a tad tired and I'm sure that if I laid in bed long enough, I could drift back to sleep. However, I didn't see any point in doing so. Up I got, and into the shower I went. After roughly an hour or so of amazingly, comfortably, warm relaxation, I headed out to dim sum with my mom. Oh man, so gooooood. Fried spicy eggplant, congee with LOADS of green onions (yea, I dunno WHY but they're SO good together!), uber tasty BBQ duck with "lai fun", etc etc etc. It was a good lunch....just me and my mom...chilling at the restaurant. Okay, well I wouldn't exactly call it &lt;em&gt;chillin'&lt;/em&gt;....cuz my mom doesn't &lt;em&gt;chill&lt;/em&gt;. It was moreso...umm...doing something that we definitely both enjoy a lot and have in common - our &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;food&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving home, I made a trip up to my roof via ladder to check out the shingles and eavestroughs and siding and such. Yea, it was kinda freaky. Breaking my back wasn't on my list of things to accomplish for the day, if you get my drift. So yea.......my mom was outside with me watching to "ensure" that I didn't kill myself during the process of inspection, as well as telling me what needed to be fixed. Oh, and don't get the wrong idea. &lt;strong&gt;I'M&lt;/strong&gt; not gonna be the one doing the repairs. I'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; handy. (Hahah...yea, I'm not handy!). Okay that was just mean. I take that back. Anyway, we have quite a few repairs to do to the siding around the back of the house, as well as relocating some eavestrough outlets and such. My pants and hands were all grunged up by the time I was done....but it was nothing that a little soap and/or detergent wouldn't be able to clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been catching up on blog reading and such since roughly 4:30 p.m. I decided to pop in the Beatles CD "1" and my dad seems to be lovin' it. I think it's been on Repeat All for the 3rd time or so now, and he's still singing to all the tunes. He's even randomly blurting out useless Beatles facts to me....about stuff like....well, I can't even rememeber now. LOL! I was SOOOO paying attention. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've gotta go get ready. Tonight's the LAT Spring Concert, and I get to see Anne! Well, I gotta go change out these dirty roof clothes now. I might even be back to blog more tonight or possibly TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for all those who watch the show JAG - this FRIDAY is the SERIES FINALE on CBS at 9:00 p.m. Apparently we finally get closure about the all tensions between Harm and Mac and stuff! AHhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111464024740000859?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111464024740000859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111464024740000859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111464024740000859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111464024740000859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just one of those days...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111440421090281442</id><published>2005-04-25T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T00:43:30.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just had to...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I WAS about to go to bed but I HAD to post these lyrics up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, you might already have this song because it's from an episode of Smallville from this season.  The episode called "The Recruit" with Luke from the O.C. guest-starring in good ol' Metropolis!  Anyhoo, it was at the end of the episode.  The lyrics are kinda depressing, but I can't stop listening to it.  It fit so well into the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Untitled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I open my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to see but I’m blinded by the white light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can’t remember how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can’t remember why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m lying here tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can’t stand the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can’t make it go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I can’t stand the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve got no where to run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night goes on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I’m fading away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m sick of this life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody’s screaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m slipping off the edge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m hanging by a thread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna start this over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can’t explain what happened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can’t erase the things that I’ve done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I can’t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve got no where to run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night goes on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I’m fading away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m sick of this life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve got no where to run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night goes on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I’m fading away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m sick of this life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111440421090281442?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111440421090281442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111440421090281442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111440421090281442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111440421090281442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-had-to.html' title='Just had to...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111440349457322810</id><published>2005-04-24T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T00:31:34.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The return</title><content type='html'>After having had several bad weeks (hence several very negative, angry, b*tched-out posts), I think I'm now ready to post about some fairly positive things instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week is going to be pretty fun.  I have work on Monday (tomorrow) from 8:45 to 5:00.  I have Guides at7:00, and it should be pretty chill because the girls are bringing their friends for Camp prep night.  I'm working again on Tuesday from 8:45 to 5:00, and off to ABC it is after that.  I think Iola is coming along too!  It's been many weeks since I last touched a badminton racquet, so I'm totally excited about being able to play again!  I've been wanting to play for the past few weeks already, but due to lack of time and the fact that my wrist was half-busted, I decided to take a break.  I was only scheduled for two days this week for some reason.  Oh well - I'm not complaining.  I'm gonna sleep in a bit on Wednesday, put up my posters, and go to dim sum with my mom.  Then I'm gonna come home to chill for a bit, relax, watch some TV or downloads, etc.  Later in the evening I'm going to the LAT Spring Concert with Anne, Jay, and Kevin.  Thursday is a day of &lt;em&gt;celebration&lt;/em&gt;, and O.C. and a lamb or beef dinner.  Heheheh!!  On Friday I'm leaving for Orillia around noon and will be returning on Sunday.  Yeps, it's that time of the year again - Camp for Girl Guides - which means I won't be sleeping for 3 nights.  LOL!  Hopefully the skies will be clear so that I'll be able to see the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is always full of stresses.  If it's not school, then it's something else.  Things can never be awesome and dandy and easy-going, but that's okay.  That's what keeps things moving and interesting.  Though I'm working during the summer, I don't mind it.  I don't want to be stuck at home being a bum all day when I am granted the opportunity to make good use of this time to make money.  I have my weekends to enjoy, where I can see friends or just chill out and have me-time.  I have the evenings to see friends for &lt;strong&gt;bubbletea&lt;/strong&gt; (summertime bubbletea craziness with Mark and Christine or Iola  all over again..hahah!) or badminton or whatnot.  I wouldn't want it any other way.  I don't want to look back on the summertime thinking that I was not productive and just spent my days bumming around in the house.  I remember I used to absolutely hate doing that during high school.  I'm glad that I can be out of the house doings things.  I'll have work, softball, friends, D, etc. etc. (again, no particular order *ahem*).  This summer will be busy and eventful, just like last year, but definitely in a &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past Friday, YUBC had their elections for the 2005/2006 Executive Council....and I am no longer the Social Co-ordinator.  I've been elected to be next year's Vice-President.  Hrm....I think it'll be an interesting year, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would write more, but I really have to hit the hay.  Have to get up at 6:00 a.m. to shower for work.  G'nites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111440349457322810?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111440349457322810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111440349457322810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111440349457322810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111440349457322810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/04/return.html' title='The return'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111405594459298009</id><published>2005-04-20T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T00:04:12.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not acceptable</title><content type='html'>As good ol' Coach put it, stop being such a flippin' &lt;strong&gt;PANSY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*argh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm tired, I have zero tolerance, for...well...anything.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I need to just sleep.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't sleep, I'll snap.&lt;br /&gt;Either or.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how the quality of sleep for me lately has been almost at the level of CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me know that I usually &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; have a problem when it comes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm literally out cold and sleep for hours on end....without any problems trying to fall asleep or anything of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately though, I've been so sleep deprived. I might get 5-6 hours per night....but they're absolutely lousy. I think it's because I keep going to bed in a non-relaxed state. I've always been disgruntled or frustrated or angry or sad or miserable. I should eat a pound of sugar before sleeping. Then I'd be "happy" and sleep.........better....?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wired and tired.&lt;br /&gt;It definitely is taking a toll on my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coach, those Ho Shim noodles are awesome.  I need to learn how to make them so that I can stop paying $4.27 for them.  Our mission from now on is to scam the recipe off of them.  Deal?  Good. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111405594459298009?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111405594459298009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111405594459298009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111405594459298009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111405594459298009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/04/not-acceptable.html' title='Not acceptable'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111376622581770769</id><published>2005-04-17T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:53:46.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The best of the worst</title><content type='html'>I just feel right now that if I actually caved and allowed myself to cry, I would have the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; cry that I've had in SO long. Violent sobs of frustration that leave you with the most relieved feeling..... (even if it's temporary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying really hard nowadays to ask for guidance from Him and to pray that I'll be able to eventually ease the pain and suffering for those angered and frustrated around me that I myself still can't seem to help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111376622581770769?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111376622581770769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111376622581770769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111376622581770769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111376622581770769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/04/best-of-worst.html' title='The best of the worst'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111345337908305090</id><published>2005-04-14T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:36:19.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>I honestly feel like THE biggest &lt;em&gt;mung geung&lt;/em&gt; right now, for all you Cantonese speakers out there.  I'm so &lt;em&gt;mung&lt;/em&gt; because I just don't get it sometimes.  Honestly.  My freakin' dad doesn't make sense.  Life doesn't seem to make sense.  I just want to hide in a hole.  Nothing's making it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day the problem(s) come and go...linger around and bother me...then pass.....then come back.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so unstable.  Shaky.  I can't seem to figure out what to do anymore.  Everything used to seem so clear.  Life's not easy okay?  However, that does not warrant anyone to give up and not live it out.  What were you put on this Earth for?  Humans, a species of seemingly superior intellect, are not wishing to live out their full potential or lead a full life.  Why would one make a conscious decision at such a young age...at such an early stage in life?  How can one not CARE about life when there's so much out there?!  Why would one want to skip through the most glorious years and end up at an age where you're not capable of doing all those things that youth and health allow?!  WHY would one wish to shelter themselves from the world when it's the world that they live in?  HOW can one not care?  What sort of life is that?  To &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;, that's not a life worth living.  Life is living in the here and now, and enjoying the moment while planning for a bigger and better future that lies ahead.  I am sick of delays.  I am so sick of excuses.  I am so sick of laziness as a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I REALLY need to go to bed and unwind before I freak out permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT a way to post an entry - to come back screaming in a fit of anger and pure frustration after a long hiatus.  I had hoped to return on a very positive note.  Freakin' bugger......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the next post finds me in much better spirits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111345337908305090?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111345337908305090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111345337908305090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111345337908305090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111345337908305090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/04/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111229425167207701</id><published>2005-03-31T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T13:39:40.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Echos</title><content type='html'>I was about to post something substantial, as I'm on my lunch break at work right now.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm QUITE the bored individual at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I realized that no one ever reads this thing anymore. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like standing alone in a big, vast, empty room.&lt;br /&gt;All I hear is myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm not going to post anything substantial, I'll just go back to processing patron subscription renewals while stuffing my face with a tupperware of brownies, a Ziploc of caramel corn, a cup of peach yogurt, half a bag of M&amp;M's, and a whole lot of ........nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;I can see you rolling your eyes as you read this.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111229425167207701?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111229425167207701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111229425167207701&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111229425167207701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111229425167207701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/03/echos.html' title='Echos'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-111099802607780729</id><published>2005-03-16T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T13:33:46.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say no to soggy croutons...</title><content type='html'>I'm on my lunch break at work right now.  It's been a pretty slow day, but pretty chill nonetheless.  I'm eating this massive tupperware full of pasta that I'd made on Monday night after Guides.  There's also this salad from last night that I stole from Zin's place.....and it's quite the NAST.  Why?  Well, I decided to be lazy and not carry the dressing and croutons in a separate container.  Instead, I tossed the salad last night, and kept it in the fridge.  Yea.  Bad idea.  Now the lettuce is not quite what you would call CRISP, and the croutons feel like rubber.  Rubbery bread.  Appetizing, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've disappeared from the blog scene again.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be back real soon though.  Come this weekend, I should have some time to finally clean my room, set up another fish tank, do some blogging, reply to some long-overdue e-mails, and spend some time just chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-111099802607780729?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/111099802607780729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=111099802607780729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111099802607780729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/111099802607780729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/03/say-no-to-soggy-croutons.html' title='Say no to soggy croutons...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110954122898065681</id><published>2005-02-27T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T16:53:48.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the tubby kid for whom food brings so much comfort....</title><content type='html'>As I write up this entry, I think back on this past week and the only real words that come to mind are "long" and "frustrating".  It's odd because this negative impression of the past seven days' happenings has been formulated entirely from yesterday's events.  What a way to ruin the week eh?  Hopefully, as I continue with this post, I'll remember that Monday to Friday were better days than Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Monday wasn't such a good day.  With the stress of midterms, and my decision to change "career paths"...it sort of turned out to be a day that felt like I was being swallowed whole by burdensome feelings of uncertainty.  I kept asking myself the same question - &lt;em&gt;"What am I getting myself into.....??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in on Tuesday and woke up to study for most of the afternoon.  I went out the door around 4:30 p.m. and got to campus just in time for my Chem test.  Stupid rushhour traffic.  *grumbles*  I met up with Kevin and Brian @ PS2 afterwards, and we went back to the house.  We made tacos for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zin came over Wednesday morning to help me start the "re-modelling" process of my room.  We disassembled the second bed in my room and cleared out the contents of the drawers that sat below the bed.  I discovered that after all these years, I &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; in fact have a phonejack in my room.  ARGH!  Anyway, we headed out the bank first so that I could deposit some cheques, then headed to GAP BV.  I picked up two pairs of the Ultra Low Rise for $30 each!  Woo-hoo to employee coupons!  We headed to Subway for lunch afterwards (lunch being at 4 p.m.?!) and then picked up a bunch of stuff at Canadian Tire (phonejack, doorbell, ladder, halogen light fixture, etc.).  We headed back to my house to wire and install the phone jack, then drove out to Square One.  There was an accident on the 407, so traffic was slow for a bit.  I got a whole bunch of stuff from GapBody!  Again, YAY to 50% discounts!!  Next, we hit up PJ's.  I got a huge bottle of AquaPlus water conditioner for 6 bucks!!  What a good deal!  I also wanted to get the heater for my tank, but didn't.  Oh well.  Zin picked up a pretty RED betta, and a very &lt;em&gt;neon-y&lt;/em&gt; green tank.  Famished, we raced back home and made fried rice with some of the leftover chicken from last week's trip...along with some leftover veggies and whatnot.  I didn't get home til well past curfew cuz I needed to pick up milk from the gas station....which was actually pretty scary, come to mention it.  I was in the Petro, standing at the cash, paying, when 3 "hak yun" walked in and started hovering behind me.  Oh man...that kinda got my heart racing.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday arrived, and I went to YUBC pretty late.  Well, that's because I decided to make soup-filled dumplinsg for lunch, and heat up peanut butter squares for dessert (with milk!!).  That's when Karen came home, so we talked for a bit before I finally went out the door.  Kevin and Brian had their Mandarin test to write, so they left early.  Sopheak and I closed up and we all headed to the Student Centre for food.  I didn't know what to get initially, until Kent and Sanli came back with frozen yogurt. :S  I just couldn't resist.  Kevin and Brian showed up around 5:00 p.m. and we left to go get ourselves some fruity frozen yogurt from Tastes.  It was pretty darn COLD eating frozen yogurt and walking across campus to Ice Gardens.  *brrrr!*  We headed to Food Basics and took forever getting groceries.  That place was so ghetto....... :S  We raced to T&amp;T afterwards to pick up a few items, and rushed back home in time to catch the O.C. at 8:00 p.m.  We finally made food at 9 - chicken fingers, chicken and onions, and mashed potatoes.  We had to finish up the leftover chicken, and I had a huge hankering for chicken fingers (after purchasing them from the grocery store)....and I really wanted potatoes.  Weirdly enough, we didn't even end up touching the huge bowl of potatoes.  I also fried up the rest of the "year cake".  We watched SFU while eating a plateload of chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iola came to get me before YUBC.  We got to Tait, I signed her in, and we played until 3:30.  Kev, Bri, Iola and I then left to hit up bank(s), then Timmy Ho's, then LAT.  When we arrived, Miss was already closing up practice...at 4:30!!!?!  We used to always go until 6:00 p.m., if not later!  Like...WHAT?!  At least she let the four of us play for about 30 minutes.  She tried to bribe us with tubes of "free" birds if we were to come back on Wednesday to coach.  LOL!  Iola went home after that, and we headed back to the house.  Lots of people were over, and Terry was celebrating with Linda in the kitchen for her birthday.  As they occupied the kitchen area, I went upstairs and re-organized/re-modelled the room with Kevin.  The kitchen eventually became vacant, so I cooked dinner.  The green beans were way too spicy for my liking.  Ahhh!  Sucks to my cruddy non-existent spicy tolerance.  The beans were also too "squeaky" for Brian.  LOL!  Apparently the Chinese long green beans squeak when you chew them?!  We also had pork with pickled cabbage, and garlic nappa.  I eventually went home, and didn't sleep til 7:00 a.m................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wake up til 1:00 p.m. or so on Saturday.  All plans got pushed back by roughly 2 hours.  I showered, Karen ironed, I did the dishes, Kev arrived...and we finally headed out.  First stop was Fairview Library.  Karen picked up a bunch of reserved stuff...again.  Then we hit up BV GAP, and I picked up my very last schedule and paycheque.  Said some goodbyes to people and such.....but forgot to post up a note in the lunchroom.  Oh well.  Maybe I can do that sometime later on.  We then headed to Yorkdale to do some more GAP shopping.  Karen picked up a bag, and Kev picked up two more polo shirts.  We then went to PJ's, where Karen bought me a heater (for the fishies!) as a SUPER late Christmas present.  I also picked up a thermometer, and a heater guard, and those crazy magnetic algae cleaners.  We then hit up Highland Farms on Dufferin to get some chicken for dinner...as well as some Camomile tea for Karen.  Next stop was Noodle Delight, to grab food for Kent and Sopheak.  We finally went back to the house to start dinner, settle down, etc.  As dinner cooked, we had the meeting, which seemed to go on forever.  It was redundant and consisted of the same stuff as every &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; meeting we've had in the past.  Honestly, it was getting so frustrating to the point that I wanted to get up and just leave.  It finally finished, and I went upstairs to spazz about it with Jo and Karen.  I got dropped off at GoForTea but was really in no mood to talk to people.  That changed eventually though.  Bubbletea was too busy, so instead we went to the Chinese dessert place at FMP.  We were supposed to hit up Demetrie's after that, but decided on wings instead.  After wings, we headed back to Christine's to chill for a bit.  I got in around 2:30, and started to set up the heater in my fishtank.  I fell asleep sometime..............around......3 something? 4 something?  I can't remember.  I just know that I dozed off sitting there watching my fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Sunday) has been a pretty pissant day as well.  I'm sort of bumming around the house, Joe is being a jackass, Karen's not home, and there's a load of stuff that I ought to do but haven't done yet.  I probably should get to it now.  The laundry isn't going to clean itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110954122898065681?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110954122898065681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110954122898065681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110954122898065681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110954122898065681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-tubby-kid-for-whom-food-brings-so.html' title='I&apos;m the tubby kid for whom food brings so much comfort....'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110910148176913765</id><published>2005-02-22T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T14:44:41.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new era</title><content type='html'>I swear I didn't steal that line from the O.C................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dropped BIOL 2040 last night because I hated the course too much.  Sure, you may sometimes have to work through things that you hate, but there is no point in me taking this course anymore.  I had a very long talk with Karen last night, and I think I'm going to diverge away from the path of Biology.  It's going to be a pretty big change, and it leaves me with a feeling of uncertainty.  Nonetheless, I need to explore other options.  There's more out there for me, where I can apply myself, than just Biology textbooks and fruit fly lab experiments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as of this summer, I'm not taking any Science courses.  I'm going to work, and research, and find out what's out there in preparation for September.  When the schoolyear starts up again, I'm going to be taking stuff that has absolutely nothing to do with Bio.  I'm not scrapping it entirely, but it's being put on hold.  I'm on hiatus from Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty frightening...straying from what I originally thought I wanted to do.  It's funny considering I don't know what I want to do, and yet I know it's not Biology.  Anyhoo, nothing's ever set in stone.  It's risky to think that I'm going to spend a year's worth of time and money "exploring"....but right now it is the lesser of two evils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, here's to a new era *cheers*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that ALSO was not from the O.C. *ahem*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110910148176913765?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110910148176913765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110910148176913765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110910148176913765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110910148176913765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-era.html' title='A new era'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110903679657844964</id><published>2005-02-21T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T01:25:51.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...and WHAT a Reading Week it was!</title><content type='html'>So Reading Week has come and gone, and it topped all previous ones! Well, the ONE whole other Reading Week that I've experienced (last year - 1st year). LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post blogged up until Monday's events, which happened to be the first day of Reading Week (RW for short from now on), as well as Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I decided to stay in for most of the day and just bum around in my PJ's. Joe finally came home from school, and we decided that I would make dinner that night. We had braised chicken drumsticks in an onion, garlic and shallot sauce, "choy sum", and...other stuff? I can't remember anymore. I was then called out to an impromptu Exec meeting to discuss tournament stuff. That wrapped up around 10 p.m., so Zin and I spent the rest of the time planning out details for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zin came over on Wednesday morning around 11 a.m. We packed a bunch of stuff into my badminton bag, grabbed the cooler, and headed back to the house. We transferred all my stuff into the club's Pointfore bag (borrowed it for the trip.........), then packed all his stuff in as well. We proceeded to pack all the food, etc. After cooking up some dumplings for lunch, we loaded up the car and were on our way by 3:00. It took a bit over an hour to get up to Wasaga, and the weather was quite good. We checked in to our room and unpacked all the food, figuring that living "out of the bag" for 2 days would be okay (in terms of laundry and whatnot). We headed out to the local IGA after settling in and picked up a TON of groceries (that we totally did not finish by Friday). Oh yea....I haven't even mentioned where we went. So we booked a Jacuzzi Suite up at Saga Resort for roughly 2 days, just to get out of town and away from everything. It was a much-needed two days of kicking back to relax. The in-room jacuzzi was so much fun!! I turned into a human prune watching DVD's and TV in there for hours, but it was AWESOME - especially with bubbles in there!! :) We cooked up some MASSIVE steaks on the outdoor BBQ that night. I've never eaten a steak that big before - it was about the size of a badminton racquet head!!! I've also never BBQ-ed outdoors before in the WINTER. That was pretty interesting. :) We grilled up some mushrooms and zucchinis with the steaks, and also had carrots and mashed potatoes. There was SO much food. After dinner, we vegged for a bit, and then Zin made his apple pie pizza for dessert. Again, watching TV in the jacuzzi is so fun! American Pie and Magic Kitchen and STAR TREK! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday "morning" - as in, around 2 p.m., we had french toast and breakfast sausages for "breakfast". We were supposed to have shepherd's pie for lunch, but that would mean that dinner would be at midnight! Instead, we just decided to skip "lunch" and have dinner at a "normal" hour. We watched Top Gun after lunch, and then while Kev was preparing the chicken for roasting, I did the dishes and then hopped into the jacuzzi again. Yea, I was too tempted and couldn't resist. :( We watched "Running Out Of Time" (Andy Lau) as the chicken cooked, and the O.C. as we got ready for dinner. That chicken was HUGE!! It was a $17 chicken....holy cow. :S We also cooked up some mashed potatoes and garlic nappa cabbage....just so that dinner would &lt;em&gt;seem&lt;/em&gt; less heart-attack-ish. LOL! After that we watched some random TV before watching ER at 10:00 p.m. on NBC. After that, we decided to watch one of the movies that I'd gotten him during Christmas - Love Battlefield starring Eason Chan. Oh MAN, it was such a depressing movie. I felt so cruddy after watching it. Good thing I had peanut butter squares to cheer me up. :) We called it a night after that cuz I was having so much trouble staying up. I even fell asleep partway throughout Love Battlefield. Well, it was also close to 5 a.m. when we went to bed.......so yea, it was LATE already. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up, showered, packed everything, and checked out around 11:15. We drove down to the FROZEN beach and took some videos and pictures, and then started to head back into town. We stopped in Barrie for pitas at The Pita Pit. They put green peppers in my philly steak pita, and I had one heck of a time trying to pick them out. *grr!* We got back to Toronto, unpacked everything, cleaned the kitchen, and Kev took a nap. I played NHL 2005 until he woke up, and we headed out to pick up trophies and go on a shopping spree at the BV GAP. I also submitted my resignation letter! That's right! The Toronto Symphony Orchestra called me on Tuesday and offered me a permanent part-time position!! Woo-hoo! So yea, I'm finally leaving GAP, after being there for over 1.5 years. We were gonna run more errands but decided to wait til Saturday because we were both starving. We headed back to the house to make shepherd's pie and watch Six Feet Under. A bunch of people were over for poker night as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed came over on Saturday morning to pick back up his demo racquets. We chatted for a bit, and then Grace came over to pick me up for dim sum with Kev and Sopheak. We didn't want to wait forever at Market, so instead they chose New Century Plaza. We ordered like.....2-4 of everything because everything else was sold out. There was, like, no variety to lunch. :S Anyway, Emily treated me to a jumbo mango slush from TenRen's after that cuz she won $100 at the casino. LOL! We all went to Fairview afterwards to go fish-shopping for Sopheak. I ended up buy 3 danio's, 4 guppies, and 1 plecko for myself as well. Aiya. I went home, set up the fish in their tank (with my other baby guppy), and headed out again to pick up stuff for the tourny. We grabbed water from Home Depot ($3.97 for 24), and carrots and celery and cookies from Loblaws. We also grabbed birds and door prizes from Lee's. Emily cooked dinner for us back at the house. After eating, Sopheak, Grace, Kev, and I prepped the veggies for the tournament snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason picked me up on Sunday morning, along with Shirley and Anthony. We headed to York and the tournament began. I played doubles with Emily and mixed with Kev. Emily and I placed 3rd for Women's Doubles, and Kev and I placed 2nd for mixed. We headed to Boston Pizza for dinner afterwards and had lotsa fun. The food sucked but the company made up for it. Kev and I shared the Boston's lasagna, which tasted like Chinese food/vegetable soup to me. The bacon double cheeseburger pizza just tasted like normal pizza to me. The New York cheesecake wasn't cold enough - imagine room temperature cheesecake (i.e. not cold) *shudders*. The Chocolate Brownie Addiction was SO huge *sarcasm*. Grace was gracious enough to give me a lift home in the crazy snowy conditions. I was incredibly tired from the tournament and passed out around 12....and didn't wake up until 12:30 or so today. I even had trouble staying awake to change into my PJs. The minute I sat down on my bed my eyes already began to close. I was so exhausted. I'd already fallen asleep after the tournament on a pile of jackets. I fall asleep WAY too easily. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, this blog is now insanely long, and I really hafta keep studying for my two midterms that are due to kill me tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110903679657844964?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110903679657844964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110903679657844964&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110903679657844964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110903679657844964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-what-reading-week-it-was.html' title='...and WHAT a Reading Week it was!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110849777786861945</id><published>2005-02-15T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:02:57.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back....for now?</title><content type='html'>Once again, it has been a &lt;em&gt;while&lt;/em&gt; since I last posted.  This time though, it hasn't been because I've disappeared from the Blogger scene.  I simply haven't been online.  That's right.  You heard me.  I have &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; been on MSN.  HOW out of this world is THAT?!  Hah.  After all those years of being glued to my seat for countless hours as I chatted away with people, I think I've finally hit the point where mad-MSN-ing has been exhausted.  It's best to reach me on my cell (preferably drop me a text message) if you want to find me.  I have 25 more minutes out of 200left for this month, and it's only been 15 days - not even since I have free weekends and evenings!  AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was Valentine's Day, and a very nice one at that.  Zin came over around noon with a surprise bag of goodies.  We hung out at my place til 3 or so, then headed back to the house and watched a few hours of the O.C.  We were then supposed to have an early dinner, followed by an evening show of the movie Hitch, starring Will Smith.  Neither of us were really hungry though, so we stayed in to watch more O.C. instead.  We had a late dinner at A Taste Of Japan out in Woodbridge. mMmm!  Sushi and teppanyaki goodness!!  Back to the house we went for 2 more episodes and ICE CREAM. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around 2 p.m. on Saturday and vacuumed the house, followed by my Grandpa's birthday dinner.  Everyone decided to skimp on the red pockets this year.  It was weird to not have my mom around for the dinner.  It was just my dad, Joe, and myself.  Well, at least it was good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday the 13th, we all went downtown to play in the XTSC Badminton Open tournament.  Brian won 1st for Men's Singles, and came in 2nd with Kevin for Men's Doubles.  Emily and I won 1st for Women's Doubles, and Nhi and Ivy came in 2nd.  My abs and sides are sore now......We headed out to Montana's for dinner, and went back to the house again for an Exec meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, the 11th, was the long-awaited dinner party.  Emily and I cooked up a gazillion things, with Grace and Kevin as awesome sous-chefs!  We made garlic cheddar baked lobsters, sweet and sour garlic shrimp, lasagna, a bean sprout medley, garlic brocolli, fried eggs, pineapple chicken, strawberry banana smoothies, and bean curd dessert.  Fun times!  It was pretty interesting when Kev, Terry, and I tried to wake Emily up from Kev's bed.  She....is literally....OUT COLD...when she sleeps.  Terry decided to make fun of how I cup water in my hands to rinse my mouth after brushing my teeth when I don't have a cup to use.  Is there &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; a RIGHT way to do so?  I mean, it certainly wouldn't be sticking your head into the sink to practically eat the faucet.....heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can remember for now in terms of backtracking.  It's good to be back and typing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110849777786861945?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110849777786861945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110849777786861945&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110849777786861945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110849777786861945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/02/backfor-now.html' title='Back....for now?'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110680642940329730</id><published>2005-01-27T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T01:13:49.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lapsing in and out</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I really wish I could just disappear off the face of this Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Just vanish....and wish that I never existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes", by the way, is happening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to do anything right, so what's the point.... Of anything?  Of everything? Of it &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do one thing, it pisses someone off.  I do something else, and someone else gets mad.&lt;br /&gt;I help one person, and another gets mad.  I live life, and people get mad.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it's time for me to be mad.  At none other than myself.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I fix myself?&lt;br /&gt;To be the way I should be.&lt;br /&gt;To be the way that would please others.  To please them.  To please &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.  To please You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me in my darkest moments.  Please.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110680642940329730?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110680642940329730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110680642940329730&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110680642940329730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110680642940329730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/01/lapsing-in-and-out.html' title='Lapsing in and out'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110668297727808147</id><published>2005-01-25T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T14:56:17.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute glory!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you lovely readers, you MUST check out the above link!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks very much to Michelle-o for sending this to me.&lt;br /&gt;I just spent the past hour checking out this site (rather than studying for my test, mind you *ahem*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's absolutely vile, but SO interestingly disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, and tell me what you think!&lt;br /&gt;Heheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Definitely check out &lt;strong&gt;PROJECT 1&lt;/strong&gt; first!  It's much more captivating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110668297727808147?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.stinkymeat.net' title='Absolute glory!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110668297727808147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110668297727808147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110668297727808147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110668297727808147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/01/absolute-glory.html' title='Absolute glory!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110652566746081988</id><published>2005-01-23T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T19:14:27.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken balls</title><content type='html'>So, as a Chinese person, I have a confession to make.  Up until yesterday, there was an item on the "Canadian"/whitified Chinese food menu that I'd never tried before - &lt;em&gt;chicken balls&lt;/em&gt;.  Don't get me wrong.  I do &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; what they are, and I have seen them before.  I've also seen other people eat them before.  It's just that I myself had never tasted this battered, chicken-filled.....sphere....before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what occasion brought about such a monumental (hah!) event?  Well, Zin and I went up to Brampton (yes, even with the ridiculous amount of snow, as well as the terrible driving conditions!) for the Nobleton Farm Service, etc., company dinner at the Mandarin.  The subject of chicken balls got brought up with Norma (their neighbour up in N.dot.).  So yes, I gave one a try.  It wasn't terribleeeeeeee, but I have definitely eaten tastier things in my lifetime.  Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is the story of my very first chicken ball. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110652566746081988?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110652566746081988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110652566746081988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110652566746081988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110652566746081988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/01/chicken-balls.html' title='Chicken balls'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110559261630233838</id><published>2005-01-13T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T00:03:36.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually scared out of my pants...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I really need a place to rant right now.  So, here I am.  Yes, of all places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to dread Friday.  I dont' know what's in store for me.  I frankly don't, but also do, want to hear the news.  I know I shouldn't be getting ahead of myself, or unnecessarily freaking myself out...but I just can't help but think what would happen if it was to be bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how freaky that would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, the clock's ticking for &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt;.  That's a reality that oughtn't be denied.  However, imagine if someone told you that you just lost the expected 60+ years, and that it might be time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I'm just totally scaring myself now.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110559261630233838?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110559261630233838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110559261630233838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110559261630233838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110559261630233838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/01/actually-scared-out-of-my-pants.html' title='Actually scared out of my pants...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110516898828263423</id><published>2005-01-08T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T02:23:08.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All or nothing</title><content type='html'>It's slightly bizarre how my exercise "schedule" - if you can even call it that - is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I either go without badminton for roughly 2 months, or I play a gazillion times within one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played at YUBC on Monday, ABC(123 - hehe!) on Tuesday, &lt;em&gt;could've&lt;/em&gt; played Wednesday evening but didn't, YUBC on Thursday, ABC(123) on Thursday evening, and Friday at YUBC.  I would've played again earlier tonight (Friday evening) at Driftwood had it not been closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if I did this for a month non-stop.  I think I'd ACTUALLY be in good shape!!! HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110516898828263423?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110516898828263423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110516898828263423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110516898828263423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110516898828263423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/01/all-or-nothing.html' title='All or nothing'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110482278572304320</id><published>2005-01-03T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T02:13:05.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2k5...</title><content type='html'>Well, the holidays are over, and back to school it is for most of us.  It's quite unfortunate, if you ask me.  I sacrificed sleep yet again over the break so that I could squeeze most of my activities in.  Yea, I'm still sort of bitter that I finished so late.  I wish I'd had more time to see people and whatnot.  So here's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; recap of the break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Tuesday the 21st]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing on Tuesday the 21st, I went to have dessert with Joyce up at FMP post-family dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Wednesday the 22nd]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, Zin and I went to Nhi's birthday thingy at Ly's house for a bit, then went to Joyce's movie night.  There was SO much snow out!  It was wicked!  We drifted at a few turns up in Ly's neighbourhood in Maple. Wheee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Thursday the 23rd]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's plans to shop at Sherway Gardens, followed by the Asian malls in Markham, were semi-ruined because of all the snow that got dumped on the city - plus the freezing rain.  Bryan and I ended up ditching Sherway and just headed up to FMP for lunch, then shopping there...along with Pacmall and Market.  We bought a CRAZY load of stuff.  I rushed home to wrap some gifts, then went out with Zin in the evening to trade presents at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Friday the 24th]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More crazy shopping was done.  Bryan and I hit up Yorkdale first, and had lunch at the foodcourt.  We found some wicked deals, like the "50% OFF EVERYTHING" sale at Mexx!!  We headed back up to FMP afterwards to find more stuff.  I went to Midnight Mass with family later in the evening, and opened presents after midnight when we returned from church.  I took some crazy pictures of Joe in his new "China Cohen" outfit.  LOL!  Luckily I had Bryan with me to do all my Christmas shopping.  He was SO helpful!  Clothing sizes, shoe sizes, opinions on what not to get and such!  Just totally AWESOME! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Saturday the 25th]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iola dropped by in the morning, followed by Mish.  I basically spent most of the day at home eating Christmas brunch, playing XBox and watching DVD's.  Bwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Sunday the 26th]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official day of retail's evilness to the EXTREME!  This is the second Boxing Day I've spent working, and it sucked just as much as last year.  I worked the 2pm-9pm shift (CLOSING).  All I can say is that the store looked like a warzone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Monday the 27th]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked from 7:00 p.m. to 10:30 p.m., then went up to Destiny's @ Commerce for bubbletea with Zin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Tuesday the 28th]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked from 2:00 p.m. to 11:00 p.m.  Gina gave me a ride home afterwards.  Went home, and....slept?  Watched DVDs?  Can't quite remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Wednesday the 29th]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked from 11:00 a.m. to 8:00 p.m.  Anne and Jan picked me up afterwards and we went to hot pot, which was loads of fun!  Haha!  &lt;em&gt;Anne's boyfriend/mom, all in one?&lt;/em&gt;  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turn-out was pretty good, considering I decided to keep it small this time (NO MORE crazy 40 person dinners!).  Those in attendance:  Anne, Jan, Mark, Christine, Kevin C., Steph Tam, Steph Tan, Iola, Alice, Holek, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky came by after dinner, but plans eventually did not work out.  So yes, no post dinner plans materialized between Alice, Iola, Vicky and I.  Instead, Alice and Holek took me "home"-ish, and Mark ended up coming over to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Thursday the 30th]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne came over around 10:30 a.m. to drag me out of bed so that we could hang out!!!  Woo-hoo!  So yes, we lounged around in my room for a few hours, then I went to shower as she surfed the Net or wrote in my yearbook or something?  We headed out to Yorkdale around 2:30, where she dropped me off.  I went to find Mish at The Children's Place and bugged her 'til it was time for her to get off at 4 p.m.  We roamed Yorkdale for a little bit, then hit up the food court so I could get some food at Arby's.  We hopped on the subway to head down to MEC, and bumped into Jessica Virdo on the way.  We got to MEC and shopped around - I ended up purchasing my new bag and some hardcore winter boots.  We walked on Queen afterward and shopped around.  After getting hot drinks at Starbucks, we paid Carlos a visit at Korean Grill House (where I had to change reservations as well).  We walked to Nathan Philips to watch people skate for a while, then went to shop at Eaton's Center.  By the end of the day, I had a new MEC bag, new MEC boots, two pairs of monkey socks, and a new Jacob Connexion top.  We had dinner at Red Lobster, and I had a super tasty Garlic Shrimp Alfredo Fettucine.  We subwayed back up to Yorkdale, and Mish drove me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Friday the 31st]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late in the afternoon, showered, headed to Pharma Plus, and then Zin came to pick me up.  We went back to the house and chilled before heading out to Yorkdale (along with Brian).  We parked the car and subwayed downtown to Osgoode.  From there, we walked to Korean Grill House and had dinner UPSTAIRS (new addition since last year!), along with Matt, Mark, Mish, Janis, and Angela.  We headed over to Nathan Philips after and squeezed into the crowd on the left side of the stage, where we were joined by Joyce, Vinca, Renee, and friend after.  We counted down, then walked on Queen for a bit before deciding to head up to Commerce instead for bubbletea.  Lots of crazy pics were taken on the subway and at BubbleStar...and hopefully I'll be able to post them up sometime.  We left around 3:00 and dropped Mark off somewhere in Vaughan/Thornhill (??), then Mish back home.  Headed back to the house and passed out.  I was hoping to stay up til 5 to play jitz and watch Family Guy.  Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Saturday the 1st - 2005!!!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had trouble sleeping throughout the night, but oh well.  S'all good.  Slept in until 6:00 p.m. or so.  Showered, then Zin made turkey pie for dinner.  We ate that while watching &lt;em&gt;My Sassy Girl&lt;/em&gt;  FINALLY - after having said so for the past 3 months?? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Sunday the 2nd]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 10:30 mass and headed back home to heat up some quick lunch.  Rushed to work for 1:00 p.m. and was there until 7:00.  Jason picked me up from work, and we headed westward to York where we grabbed Jo.  Off to the house we went for the exec meeting.  Didn't do much else.  Played some ping pong and jitz post-meeting.  Had hot dogs for dinner?  Snacked on Terry's freshly baked chocolate chip cookies...WITH milk...and Maroc clementines (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Monday the 3rd]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to YUBC and played quite terribly.  I've sort of forgotten how to play.  LOL!  However, it got better eventually and I had some crazy smacking smash going on today.  It was pretty insane! :P  Played some really good mixed matches with Brian, and noticed that Bennett purchased a Cab20 Muscle as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, packed my Guides stuff, and headed over to Gail's house for the planning meeting.  The rest of the year seems to be planned out now.  Hopefully it will go off without many problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post is turning random now.  I wanted to keep it short.  That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110482278572304320?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110482278572304320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110482278572304320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110482278572304320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110482278572304320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello-2k5.html' title='Hello 2k5...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110429894649725048</id><published>2004-12-29T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T00:42:26.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Periodically</title><content type='html'>Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's around.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's absent.&lt;br /&gt;Not entirely, but just partially.&lt;br /&gt;Enough so that I realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that go to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110429894649725048?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110429894649725048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110429894649725048&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110429894649725048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110429894649725048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/periodically.html' title='Periodically'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110413116476581236</id><published>2004-12-27T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T02:06:04.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When all options are exhausted...</title><content type='html'>How far will you go to make an exception? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exception may likely defy the values that you live by.  It may cause you to question why you faltered when pressured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I keep on having to overlook it all.  I mean, it bothers me so much.  The mere mentioning of it upsets me.  I really don't deny that.  It sidetracks any sort of bright mood I may have been feeling.  It seriously works like a charm.  Maybe because I've been exposed to or informed of so many detrimental and negative effects that this may have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is that this constant overlooking of &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; is building up.  It just feels like most, if not all, options and attempts to right this matter have been exhausted.  When &lt;em&gt;"all else fails"&lt;/em&gt;, what should one do?  The first befitting phrase that comes to mind is "give up".  However, I wouldn't quite associate the more common and negative connotation to my definition of "giving up".  I did not simply decide to not try and lose hope.  I tried, and it just felt that I had no other choice.  Actually, I can't say that I have truly given up.  I just...want to....in hopes that it'll make things better?...if that makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, no one ask me about what I'm talking about.  It's nothing personal.  I just needed to vent and rant a bit, but would prefer if nobody asked me about this matter.  I don't quite feel like talking about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110413116476581236?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110413116476581236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110413116476581236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110413116476581236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110413116476581236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/when-all-options-are-exhausted.html' title='When all options are exhausted...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110379568876829448</id><published>2004-12-23T04:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T04:54:48.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great kickoff....#2</title><content type='html'>So here's my second attempt to write up the entry that disappeared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow wow wow!  Today has been SUCH a great day - what an &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; way to kick off the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans to Christmas shop 'til I drop didn't &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; turn out as I had anticipated.  Waking up at 5:30 p.m. means no shopping. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an unexpected but pleasant phone call around noon-ish, and chatted for one hour, 16 minutes, and 34 seconds.  Why do I know this to such a precise degree?  I keep track of my cellphone minutes, as I have free evenings - hence the minute log timekeeping thing doesn't work for me.  So yea, each month I have 200 daytime minute to expend.  I've never actually gone over before.  Rarely, if ever, would I even reach 150 minutes.  Today is the 23rd (well, the 22nd if you want to count it as yesterday) and I am at 209 minutes.  I still have roughly 8 days to last on no daytime minutes.  Uh-oh. Ah well, it's all good! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up, showered, washed up, and headed to Pharma Plus to pick up a birthday card with Zin.  We drove up to Maple to meet up with Nhi and people at Li/Lee/Ly's (??) house.  We chatted about The O.C. and Smallville, followed by a few rounds of jitz.  LOL!  I suck SO much at that game.  I definitely need to practice more at the house on the new table! ;)  We took off around 9:30 and decided to have dinner at Swiss Chalet.  I was &lt;em&gt;"jonesing"&lt;/em&gt; (hah! - a Nobleton word) for mashed potatoes, so off to the chicken place it was.  After a double leg dinner with mashed potatoes, I was satisfyingly full of protein.  mMmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove back down to North York to Joyce's place for the movie night event.  We caught the last bit of the Incredibles - what a &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt; movie!  Now I must watch the rest of it; as in, the beginning.  M-U-S-T!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed out past my curfew tonight, and luckily Joe was up to open the door for me.  Stupid curfew.  What a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think Joe is the most awesome kid EVER.  He went over to his friend's house tonight to borrow his XBox for the holidays.  On top of that, he got some DVD adapter plug thing that will allow it to play DVD's now.  Wahahha!  I can watch SIX FEET UNDER andddddddddd play XBox!  Booyah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been SUCH an awesome day today.  I got to sleep in, play some jitz, have mashed potatoes, play in the snow at the Swiss Chalet parking lot, see most of the high school girls, &lt;em&gt;SNOW&lt;/em&gt;, DVDs now playable....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and last but certainly not least...like the cherry on top, I got to FINALLY see Zin!!!  No worrying about school, exams, having to get home to study, etc.   What an &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; day I had. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110379568876829448?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110379568876829448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110379568876829448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110379568876829448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110379568876829448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/great-kickoff2.html' title='Great kickoff....#2'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110379474906310143</id><published>2004-12-23T04:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T04:39:09.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>W H A T ?!</title><content type='html'>I &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; wrote up a nice long entry, and Blogger didn't publish it, post it, or ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has just...DISAPPEARED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck?!?!?!?!?! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110379474906310143?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110379474906310143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110379474906310143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110379474906310143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110379474906310143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/w-h-t.html' title='W H A T ?!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110371016928376522</id><published>2004-12-22T05:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T05:09:29.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am DONE!</title><content type='html'>After a grueling two months of insanity, the Christmas holidays have officially begun for me!  Well, it's ABOUT freakin' time!!!!!  Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still running about 1.5 hours of sleep that I managed to squeeze in earlier yesterday morning from 8:00-9:30 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier tonight was "jo doong", for all you Chinese folk out there.  I celebrated by doing the usual with my family - a huge dinner.  My appetite wasn't quite all there, considering I'd had no sleep, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce and I went up to FMP for Chinese dessert.  Man, I haven't laughed so much since....I can't remember.  I came home with my sides hurting.  LOL!  Reminds me of the good ol' Wasaga experience of 4 chicks sleeping together in one king-sized bed.  Haha!  All you gents out there, *cough*ZIN*cough*, don't start racing down to the &lt;em&gt;Comments&lt;/em&gt; to post something now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Jason was up there tonight too, but decided NOT to say "hi" because it'd be "too weird to say your name out of the blue."  Haha!  Oh man.  Can't go up to FMP anymore.  Too many people go there.  Too high-risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow's plans:&lt;/strong&gt;  Christmas shopping like MAD at Fairview, Nhi's birthday/bowling thing, Joyce's movie night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really need to hit the hay now.  My body's starting to give....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110371016928376522?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110371016928376522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110371016928376522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110371016928376522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110371016928376522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-done.html' title='I am DONE!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110362565750500589</id><published>2004-12-21T05:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T05:40:57.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheer panic and exhaustion = the here and now</title><content type='html'>I'm just about ready to give up on studying for this BIOL 2030 lab exam.  After having written my Biochem final at 10 p.m., Zin gave me a lift home and we talked for a bit in the car.  The snow was starting to fall more heavily, and it was quite the breathtaking sight.  I wish I actually had time to stand by my room window upstairs and peer out onto the street.  I'm hoping to see an undisturbed white blanket covering the towering pine tree, and all the roofs to be snowed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be at the lab in roughly 6.5 hours.  I've been sitting here studying all night, and my eyes are starting to give.  Jason just suggested that I roll out the door, sans shower and washing up.  That's a bit hardcore, if you ask me.  I don't think that I'll have to resort to such *extreme* measures....even for my last final of this term!  My, how sweet that sounds.  In less than 12 hours, it'll all be over.  What started as a hell-ish month on the 8th is finally coming to an end.  Actually, the month of hell was really November, when I was slammed with schoolwork being due left and right.  That's all in the past now though....so take THAT, Biology!  Hrm, maybe I shouldn't say that yet....not until I'm actually DONE my final at 2 p.m.  Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still quite a bit of studying to be done for this Animal Biology exam.  I'm basically trying to cram all these terms into my head right now, but the fatigue is really hitting hard now.  Coffee will do nothing but make my stomach turn and get my bladder going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 2 months or so (i.e. since the beginning of November), I'm sure I've packed on a few pounds.  I've picked up a racquet maybe....three times?  It's starting to feel a little gross...not having been away from the computer or desk or library.  Hopefully the Christmas break will involve some physical activity.  Otherwise, come January, I'll be a nice Asian pear.  LOL!  I'm just kidding.  Maybe a little round, I suppose?  An Asian....pomelo?  (a.k.a. "look yow").  Err...that fruit is also shaped like a pear.  Dagnammit!  I'm destined to be pear shaped prior to being 40!  Noooooo! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;Six Feet Under&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Season 2&lt;/em&gt; DVD boxset that I got off eBay arrived last Thursday.  Totally ecstatic, I attempted to test out the discs the minute I arrived home.  Of course, given my luck, along with Murphy's Law and the whole shabang, my DVD player wouldn't function properly.  I then remembered that Joe had mentioned something about "DVD player...Lord of the Rings...blah blah blah" a few days prior.  A-ha!  He was The CULPRIT!  So, before heading out to nerd it up at Steacie, I conveniently left Joe a semi-death threat-ish note along the lines of:  &lt;em&gt;Fix my DVD player if you want to live.  It keeps giving me the message NO DISC.&lt;/em&gt;  I returned that evening to receive some grim news.  It was still dead.  Eventually, we resorted to e-mailing Technical Support at the brand's website.  They finally replied yesterday to inform me that the disc loader was faulty/dysfunctional (DUH!  Like I didn't know that!), and that I would be able to ship it back for repairs under warranty.  Just SPLENDID.  Now I don't have a DVD player to watch my new boxset with over the break.  My holiday is now 3/5th's ruined. :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my desperate plea for help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does &lt;strong&gt;anybody&lt;/strong&gt; have a DVD player that I can borrow for the break/a few days....just so that I can spend 13 consecutive hours watching Six Feet Under?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110362565750500589?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110362565750500589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110362565750500589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110362565750500589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110362565750500589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/sheer-panic-and-exhaustion-here-and.html' title='Sheer panic and exhaustion = the here and now'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110344628854016516</id><published>2004-12-19T03:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T03:58:38.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear self, just suck it up and get over it already?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just feel like the biggest f-ing idiot that has ever walked this Earth. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang-ups and peeves are but mere preferences that you actually realize. It doesn't mean that everything goes in &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past month and a half has been an emotional rollercoaster of hell. The stress of school bombardment, family, a load of other worries, along with some weird-arse disturbing dreams....is just getting to be a bit much to tolerate. Yea, you hear me complain about it all the time. Yes, I admit it. I'm just plain sh*tty at coping with it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a freakin' moron sometimes. At times, I don't think before I speak....or I push peoples' buttons because I know it'll work. WHY? Why am I so stupid? I'm just...so angry at myself right now. Just...so stubborn and not open to anything else. If I can't tolerate being in my own skin at times, I wonder how my friends deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet here I sit, wallowing in this pathetic state of self-pity.  Those who don't give me the benefit of the doubt probably think that I'm fishing for a compliment or some sort of comforting comment.  Assume what you will.  You're free to think as you please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness Joe isn't awake right now.  If he were, I bet he would be the first person I would snap at.  He always is...and that just makes me feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;bad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  It's not fair for him...but what can he do?  He's got a raging stress-anger-machine of a sister.  How fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I can't study anymore. It's the same banal cycle every 4 months. Like, I'm telling myself, &lt;strong&gt;enough already.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "It ain't Cloud Nine, I can tell you that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110344628854016516?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110344628854016516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110344628854016516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110344628854016516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110344628854016516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-self-just-suck-it-up-and-get-over.html' title='Dear self, just suck it up and get over it already?'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110309531634931785</id><published>2004-12-15T02:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T02:21:56.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TALK about LACK of FOCUS</title><content type='html'>This is just absolutely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using the arrow scroll keys on my cellphone, searching through the Names directory.  I'm trying to find a name beginning with the letter "G".  So I'm scrolling, and scrolling....and I'm like, "Wait.  I've scrolled through this same list...twice?  Thrice?"  Then it hits me.  Good job, Don.  You're looking at names beginning with "D".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I press the little red hang-up symbol, and begin scrolling again.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, scrolling away, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I have, for some retarded reason, selected to scroll through names beginning with "D"...yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, woman, WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;Argh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.  I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eventually&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; make it over to the names beginning with "G", don't you worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eventuuuually...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110309531634931785?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110309531634931785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110309531634931785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110309531634931785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110309531634931785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/talk-about-lack-of-focus.html' title='TALK about LACK of FOCUS'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110302649818479856</id><published>2004-12-14T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T07:15:45.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The one time I wish that I was an American...</title><content type='html'>How sweet would this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any American readers out there, check it out, and let me know if it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unfortunately CANNOT sign up for this, as one may only select American states in the address fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Maybe I can wish for one on my Christmas list instead. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freephotoipods.com"&gt;http://www.freephotoipods.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110302649818479856?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110302649818479856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110302649818479856&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110302649818479856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110302649818479856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-time-i-wish-that-i-was-american.html' title='The one time I wish that I was an American...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110302613066351559</id><published>2004-12-14T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T07:08:50.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you want to laugh!</title><content type='html'>Hahah - this is probably the most amusing thing I've read today.  Yes, all 7 hours that I've been up on this 14th day of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I'm such an internet whore I have electronically transmitted diseases."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110302613066351559?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110302613066351559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110302613066351559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110302613066351559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110302613066351559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-know-you-want-to-laugh.html' title='You know you want to laugh!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110302438201407783</id><published>2004-12-14T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T06:39:42.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say F-I-A-S-C-O with me?</title><content type='html'>I came into this week hoping that it would be better than the last.  Y'know, hoping that this week would bring me better days...less stressful days...or at least a chance to see Zin for more than 5 minutes????  Heh, I hoped wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I'd intended on going to bed about THREE hours ago, but yet again here I am.  It's 6:00 a.m. and I'm up blogging.  My mind's in this slump of dullness and stress combined, which results in a cocktail of insane in membrane.  So yes, getting back to my "I was supposed to sleep at 3:00 a.m." story.  My mom came down to the basement to ask me to go upstairs and see my brother.  He'd come down with something, but I didn't think it was that bad.  Then my mom gives me the update.  He's thrown up 4 times, and gone to the washroom one too many times.  We were considering on taking him to the hospital.  He has finally drifted off though...so I hope he's feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, or more like today, I had hoped to go to campus at a reasonable hour (i.e. sometime before 3 p.m.) and photocopy Ecology notes at the Steacie Library.  Next I would've hit up the Scott Library to study up on the 4th floor with Mish and Carlos.  I was also supposed to bring some DVD's for Carlos to burn for me.  I doubt any of that is going to happen though.  My dad came downstairs (i.e. to here in the basement) about an hour ago to ask me what I would be doing today and where I had to go.  I told him that I just planned to go to campus to study.  He asked that I stay home and look after Joe instead, and possibly help out my mom.  Now I'm not going to get ANY studying done.  Well, not much at least.  I can't study at home.  It's just something about...home.  It's quiet...but it's not the same kind of quiet as in the library.  Okay, now I just sound crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear the most insane thing that happened today (or, I mean, yesterday...)?  I bussed to campus and arrived around 5:30 p.m. or so.  Why so late?  Well, I'd woken up at 4 p.m. Eep...yes.  Don't ask. :S  Anyway, off to Steacie I went in hopes of taking out the Ecology reserves binder and photocopying some notes.  I mean, the exam WAS going to be tomorrow, so I REALLY should consider getting the last few pages of notes, NO?  It turns out that I just missed it; the binder had been signed out again at 5:17 and was due back in 2 hours.  Crud it!  So here I am, standing in Steacie, wondering what I should do while waiting on the binder.  Finally I decided to hop onto a computer and verify the exam location and time.  Upon loading up the December exam schedule's webpage, my jaw dropped and I just gawked at the monitor in disbelief.  "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday, December 17th, 2004.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", it read.  &lt;em&gt;What on EARTH?!!&lt;/em&gt;  I swear that when I slapped my exam schedule onto an Excel spreadsheet the York site said "Tuesday, December &lt;strong&gt;11th&lt;/strong&gt;, 2004."  I proceeded to check the page with the courses that had revised exam schedules/information, entirely convinced that it must've been altered.  Guess what?  Nopes.  Seemingly, the original date was the 17th, is the 17th, and wil always BE the 17th.  Like, HOW did that happen?!  Here I was thinking that I would have to write an exam the following day, only to discover that it was in fact in 5 days?!  That definitely sent a wave of panic and hysteria through me.  Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of other stuff has been happening lately too, ranging from my own dilemmas to those of friends and others that I care and worry about.  So yea, the stress is sort of just piling into a nice unmanageable heap.  My last final is on the 21st - my Animals lab exam.  Six-hour exam, with dissection and all.  It really is only one week away.  One week exactly, actually.  It seems so close, and yet SOOOOOOOO incredibly far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's going to be 7:00 a.m. soon.  I really should get some sleep.  I'll end off with this...just as a little reminder for myself.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I don't hope so.  I &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110302438201407783?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110302438201407783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110302438201407783&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110302438201407783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110302438201407783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/can-you-say-f-i-s-c-o-with-me.html' title='Can you say F-I-A-S-C-O with me?'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110291407921047854</id><published>2004-12-12T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T00:20:30.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mMmm - a mouthful of fabric!</title><content type='html'>I'm sure at one point in time or another, you've all heard someone joke about eating their pillow while sleeping because they'd been dreaming about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, get ready for this! Absolutely fantastic, if you ask me! They're sooooo incredibly CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Original Sushi Pillow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.theoriginalsushipillow.com/pages/1/index.htm"&gt;http://www.theoriginalsushipillow.com/pages/1/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yorku.ca/yubc/Dontemp/sushi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110291407921047854?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110291407921047854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110291407921047854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110291407921047854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110291407921047854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/mmmm-mouthful-of-fabric.html' title='mMmm - a mouthful of fabric!'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110284774360370957</id><published>2004-12-12T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T22:57:27.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White = pretty...</title><content type='html'>Calling all Torontonians! Have you looked out your window lately?! There's SNOW on the ground! Three cheers for snow and Christmas!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff that fell earlier today was packing snow too. I was mightily tempted to throw a snowball here and there, but I eventually decided against it. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;=================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The above was posted last night, sometime around 3:00 a.m. It came to a halt because I received a phonecall. So yes, I shall continue now....heh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================&lt;br /&gt;Kev and I went to Denny's for dinner out in Brampton. I got my pancake and sausage fix - mMmm! Then we headed back to Woodbridge for some dessert at Demetrie's - &lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt; very tasty! I can't get enough of their &lt;strong&gt;honey vanilla ice cream&lt;/strong&gt;. People, if you go there anytime, whichever location it may be, you &lt;em&gt;MUST&lt;/em&gt; try their crèpe called &lt;strong&gt;"The Last Straw"&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a very simple dessert, but sometimes simplicity is what makes it so great!! (and this doesn't just apply to desserts either, mind you!) So yes, this crèpe is folded over a generous scoop of honey vanilla ice cream, topped with freshly sliced strawberries, and drizzled with strawberry sauce. I always ask for chocolate sauce instead of strawberry sauce though. Oh yes, and you &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; forget the whipped cream! (that means &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, Anne, you whipped cream queen!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sleeping patterns have been TOTALLY out of of whack for the past few weeks. I used to at least go to bed latest 3:00 or so. Last night, I slept at 7. The night before (or moreso, the morning OF my exam) I slept at 6:00 and got up at 8:00. I was up studying, or &lt;em&gt;cramming&lt;/em&gt;...whatever THAT is. I have really NO clue what &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; is, seeing as how I never do it! I just, don't study. Hahaha! Okay, I'm kidding. I do...........I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...while studying for this final of mine (to be written on a frickin' &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MORNING&lt;/strong&gt;), I chatted with Dan B. for a bit (yeps, gotta differentiate between the two Dan's that I know). With the new MSN 7.0, he drew me some pictures with his graphics tablet. Whee! More pics for me to post up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm back to rushing this post again - time to head out for Grandma's birthday dinner, meaning LOADS of Chinese food. I'm so going to feel fat tonight. LOL! A satisfying fat, but fat all the same. Heh! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with Dan's works of art - admire it now! Ten years from now they'll probably be selling for tens of thousands of smackeroos at some schnazzy art gallery over in Europe! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yorku.ca/yubc/Dontemp/dan2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's an artistic resemblance of Dan himself with Mr. Emo, the oh-so-cool sock fellow! You KNOW you like Emo, Dan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yorku.ca/yubc/Dontemp/dan3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's supposed to be Mr.Emo going haywire, sometime after he/it ordered me to go to sleep rather than studying/cramming/half-studying/moreso-MSN-ing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yorku.ca/yubc/Dontemp/dan4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This TROGDOR fellow can also be found on someone's fridge in Nobleton, terrorizing all of the other fridge magnets! *ROAR*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110284774360370957?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110284774360370957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110284774360370957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110284774360370957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110284774360370957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/white-pretty.html' title='White = pretty...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110266054746773343</id><published>2004-12-10T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T01:43:16.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>Jeez, this really freakin' bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all giddy and stuff after watching this week's O.C. roughly 45 minutes ago. I come back downstairs to the computer and rave about it with Jason and Angela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm chatting away, happy and all, and then it hits me. Not really &lt;em&gt;out of the blue&lt;/em&gt;, but moreso....the fact that it dawned on me. Now these thoughts are spiralling through my mind and I'm seething with frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm the distraction that's welcome when one is busy and not wanting to tend to said unpleasant task. However, upon becoming free, then I'm no longer needed; shafted because there are seemingly better things to do. Well, frankly, I'm nobody's b*tch, alright? I don't come at your beck and call, and of all people I certainly wouldn't have expected this type of treatment from you. Joking around is one thing...but when you cross the line, that just isn't fair. I'm sticking with the resolution that I decided on with Anne. Why am I announcing this weirdly over a blog? - because I want to be able to read this again and be reminded not to sway and lose sight of or be able to distinguish between what's &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; and what's &lt;em&gt;questionable&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm supposed to have my nose buried in a textbook, studying away, my mind has been wandering and processing other thoughts. I've been trying to sort through this cloud of confusion that seems to linger, and I think I'm starting to finally break through the fog. There's been a lot of change and re-structuring, if you will, over the past half a year...and with each new experience comes a slight adjustment or change to how I see things. I can't say that what I hold to has been entirely flipped inside out and upside down. No way - I'm still the same person. The definition has just been &lt;em&gt;tweaked&lt;/em&gt; now, or possibly forever altered.  Could it just be cirumstancial though, thereby causing this slight change to be but a mere &lt;strong&gt;temporary&lt;/strong&gt; alteration?  Then again, if you think about it - there should, could, or will be a time when the definition need not be altered; because everything will be as you'd expected.  There would be no need for slightly adjustments in order to accomodate the situation at hand.  My reasoning for the adjustment &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; would be that I'm too young to worry myself over that and waste away the years by not &lt;em&gt;living&lt;/em&gt;. Who knows what's in store for me next though? We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, let me tell you this - &lt;em&gt;it kind of sucks, man&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never all glam and glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who don't know what the &lt;em&gt;heck&lt;/em&gt; I'm ranting about in this post, here's the lesson to learn from all this:  the O.C.'s only a show - scripted, melodramatic, and picture perfect.  Life doesn't work that way.  It can be great, but don't develop expectations - don't get your hopes up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110266054746773343?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110266054746773343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110266054746773343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110266054746773343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110266054746773343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110257335528555418</id><published>2004-12-09T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T01:25:24.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still truckin'</title><content type='html'>I didn't sleep again last night. I'm tired and will sleep...&lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;. I had my Animals final this morning at 9:00 a.m., so I was up cramming/studying/procrastinating? Joe got a ride to the bus stop, so I conveniently tagged along. Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is from Zoso. Thanks, dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yorku.ca/yubc/Dontemp/dan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam went alright. Animals biology is ALL about logic. Haha, I'm kidding. It SO is not. Seriously though. I guessed on a fair number and used logic in helping me to choose an answer. A lot of them turned out to be correct! Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa, Iola, and I went to bubbletea at Destiny's tonight. It was good fun, even if we were somewhat out of it in our own ways. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and burnt about 10 CDs to back up all of this season's ER and Smallville. Precious, precious TV. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa helped me get caught up with Gilmore Girls; I haven't followed it this season but would definitely like to get back into the swing of things. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't really know what else to post about now. I just wanted to post up Zoso's picture of awesome-osity! Thanks again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110257335528555418?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110257335528555418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110257335528555418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110257335528555418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110257335528555418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/still-truckin.html' title='Still truckin&apos;'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110248683230112576</id><published>2004-12-08T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T01:20:32.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the bugger...</title><content type='html'>...am I on Blogger posting an entry right now when I have a final to study for?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impending doom is due to arrive in roughly 8 hours, and here I am trying to think of what to write about rather than regurgitating facts about crayfish and flukeworms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a wave of hunger pangs again.  Some warm (chewy??) chocolate chip cookies and a nice cold glass of &lt;em&gt;homo&lt;/em&gt; milk sounds awfully tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed yesterday.  I even got a chance to enjoy it for a bit while shovelling the driveway with ol' man Joe.  Well, that was &lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; the STUPID rain melted it all away today.  See - MORE of a reason for me to hate rain.  Hoping to create a pseudo-rink yet again this year, we'd shovelled all the snow towards the left side of the driveway too... so as to not disturb the perfect white blanket that had fallen onto the side with the maple tree.  Then the &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; rain happened.  Yes, I loathe rain.  It makes my garden pretty and all, but it also makes me wet when I commute to school.  More often than not, it also entails &lt;em&gt;wind&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt;; both of which I also dislike.  So yes, as you can guess, I don't like the Spring and/or Autumn.  Wait.  I do like them sometimes, actually.  On clear days in the springtime, colourful blooming flora are an amazing site.  Non-grey days in the fall entail orange, yellow, and red in the trees.  I basically just contradicted myself?  Well, not really.  The seasons of Spring and Fall are &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt; based on the aforementioned conditions - i.e.) no rain, wind, or grey.  Seeing as how those are the defining characteristics, I shall go as far to conclude that I practically hate the spring and fall....most of the time. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was SUCH a random post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110248683230112576?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110248683230112576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110248683230112576&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110248683230112576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110248683230112576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/why-bugger.html' title='Why the bugger...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110239240156799009</id><published>2004-12-06T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T23:06:41.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A band-aid doesn't fix THIS kind of pain...</title><content type='html'>I just won two auctions on eBay.  The first is for a DVD boxset of Season 2 of Six Feet Under.  Sure, I'm ecstatic and all...seeing as how I love that show.  But...umm...yea, there's always a twist behind eBay.  I was always skeptical of that site because of this, but I decided to give it a shot this time anyway.  Basically, I got screwed over for shipping costs.  O...M...G. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The item itself came to about $44.00 USD.  With S&amp;H costs though, it has now sky-rocketed to a crazy $58.00 USD.  That's approximately $69 or so CDN.  *grrr*  Not cool.  It's &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; still cheaper than buying it at a store, but 70 bucks???  Boo :(  That just hurts.  &lt;strong&gt;O U C H.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zin also helped me bid on a Season 4 boxset of Dawson's.  It came to about $23 CDN, not incl. S&amp;H costs.  Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt; to go Christmas shopping for peoples' gifts!  Ahhhhhh!  &lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt; must my finals end on the 21st this year?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY, oh WHY?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110239240156799009?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110239240156799009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110239240156799009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110239240156799009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110239240156799009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/band-aid-doesnt-fix-this-kind-of-pain.html' title='A band-aid doesn&apos;t fix THIS kind of pain...'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110197377512874494</id><published>2004-12-02T02:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T02:49:35.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumb a-twiddlin'</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here, doing my Biochem DNA Gels lab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a slow night.  Haven't talked to many people on MSN.  Webcammed with Anne for a bit to try and show her the smears/tails on the DNA gel photo.  Coincidentally, she did the same lab just last week.  Could they &lt;strong&gt;be&lt;/strong&gt; more original with university biochemistry experiments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sort of thinking out loud right now.  Upon deciding to post an entry, and having logged in, I then realized that I don't have much to write about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Kev's in Guelph tonight for a surprise visit.  Him and his Nobleton crew headed up to see Sean play at some bar/club/place (?) where he plays regularly.  Hope he's doing okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a case of the munchies settling in - probably going to raid the fridge soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, guess what?  I have to work at bloody 6 a.m. on Saturday morning.  What &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;!  :(&lt;br /&gt;At least I have a day's worth of baking to look forward to after an early 9 hours of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I bid thee good night.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach's starting to whine, and this lab must be finished as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Laters, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110197377512874494?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110197377512874494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110197377512874494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110197377512874494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110197377512874494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/12/thumb-twiddlin.html' title='Thumb a-twiddlin&apos;'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110176826148167389</id><published>2004-11-29T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T17:44:21.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this remind you of Kennedy and Steeles-ish?</title><content type='html'>Heh...I played a few rounds of this game and found it to be quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to DLC for the link. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adverts.freeloader.com/zurich/"&gt;http://adverts.freeloader.com/zurich/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110176826148167389?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110176826148167389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110176826148167389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110176826148167389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110176826148167389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/11/does-this-remind-you-of-kennedy-and.html' title='Does this remind you of Kennedy and Steeles-ish?'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110169555296029706</id><published>2004-11-28T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T21:32:32.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve oz. of randomness</title><content type='html'>Can't say that I really know what the title's about this time.  I just sort of felt like writing, so here I am.  I was sort of in one of those moods again last night (Saturday) - where I feel stuck.  That got resolved within a few hours of its onset though...so it's alright.  Lesson learnt:  I should try to have faith and not fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so about my first clubbing experience at Distrikt this past Friday.  Let's backtrack to roughly 9:30 p.m.  I tried to work as fast as I could on this huge shark dissection, and I can say that it was quite the success.  We finished at 9:20 and proceeded to clean up.  I was out of there and at Jo's rez soonafter.  I packed up my stuff, and we headed downstairs to where Kev was waiting for us.  Got to Kev's place and started to get ready.  Deciding that I didn't need a shower (seeing as how I'd taken one a mere 6 hours ago), I got changed, popped in the contacts, threw on some paste (which is what I like to call &lt;em&gt;makeup&lt;/em&gt;), and headed out.  By this time, it was already 10:30 or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic on the way down was pretty cruddy.  Weird lane-squeezing and such was happening.  We drove around and finally parked on a small street off of Queen.  During the walk over to the club, we met up with a bunch of other people; Khoa, Grace, Sopheak, Teena, André, Jason, etc.  As we were waiting in the "VIP" line, we apparently were let in fairly promptly.  I really don't have a past experience to compare to, so I wouldn't know.  I'm still quite surprised that they let me, considering I used my passport as identification.  The picture is from way back in Grade 9, I was wearing contacts that night, and my face shape wasn't even the same back then.  Hrm, oh well.  As long as I got in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda weird just beyond the point where we got patted down.  We'd all entered blindly without receiving tickets from the bouncers...so when we got up to the ticket-collector, we stood around trying to figure out what to do.  Luckily, the guy was cool and just let us through anyway.  Turns out that he was Sheeeellen's friend.  Heh.  Small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into the club and found everyone else.  The rest of the night was good times.  The drinks loosened me up after a while - I wasn't too keen on dancing initially, but eventually I just didn't care.  At least no one was taping like at last year's wedding...LOL!  Anyway, so I figured that most people probably weren't looking, or looked just as silly as me trying to dance.  Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point throughout the night, I went to the washroom with Jo to wash our hands (or moreso, 'cuz she wanted to).  I was alright then; just walked down the stairs and went to the washroom.  The only thing I noticed was that my hearing was muffled and all messed up.  We made our way back upstairs and continued to party.  Then came the point where I really had to use the bathroom.  I'd had two rum and cokes and a beer, so my bladder was exploding.  So yes, off to the stairs I went, and as I descended I was like &lt;em&gt;"Whoa...the stairs are floating. Hrmmm....that shouldn't be happening..."&lt;/em&gt;  LOL!  So yes, I made sure to hang onto the railings tightly as I made my way to the washroom.  Now for the actual washroom experience.  As most females might know (maybe even some of you male readers too!), most ladies squat while using public washrooms.  So here I was, squatting in my heels (which already wasn't a good idea), when I decided to look up.   Now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; definitely was not a good idea at all.  The next thing I knew, I was teetering backwards and about to fall &lt;em&gt;into&lt;/em&gt; the toilet.  Hahahaha!  Luckily, I reached out in time and grabbed hold of the coat hook on the stall's door.  I did, however, manage to give the entire set of stalls a good shake down.  Upon grasping the coat hook, all you could hear was a domino effect of violent shaking throughout the attached stalls.  WHOOPS?! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still really thirsty when I got back to the dancefloor, but I also realized that more booze would probably be a bad idea...so Kev and I went to get bottled water at the bar instead.  The five of us (Jo, Brian, Terry, Kev, and I) left around 3 a.m. or so (?).  While walking to the car, on Queen, some dude asked Kev and I where he could possibly find prostitutes.  LOL!  Okayyyy....now that's just weird.  I pointed him in the direction of the clubs.  Haha!  Kev wasn't feeling super, so we hung around the adjacent park for a bit....then made our way back uptown.  I was pretty hungry by the time we got home, so Brian, Terry and I fried up some bacon and eggs...while enjoying it with an episode Family Guy...before calling it a night.  I headed upstairs, talked with Kev til 7:00, and &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; decided that I should sleep 'cuz a headache was setting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bradford tournament didn't happen for me.  I couldn't drag myself out of bed a half hour later when Brian came in to wake me up.  So yea, I stayed in bed all day sleeping til 2 p.m. or so.  Oh, then I also spent the rest of the day sleeping...on and off.  Showered around 6:50 p.m., and then we all headed out to Korean BBQ.  The wait was pretty darn long.  It's always so busy there.  We even tried walking across Highway 7 to see how busy Walker Hill was...and that place was packed too.  Anyway, Emily from ABC joined us for dinner.  We stood outside joking around after dinner 'til it became too cold to bear (at least for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, Kev dropped me home...and I was up clearing out the computer and stuff 'cuz I couldn't sleep.  So I decided to talk on the phone around 3 and didn't sleep til..maybe...4?  Woke up for church today and bumped into my grandparents! =)  I haven't seen them in so long.  I'm never around when they all head out to dinner and such.  I'm always working or have class or something. =(  Had Shanghai food at Metro for lunch, then headed to Market to do some grocery shopping and have Chinese dessert!  I passed out during the ride home, and when I actually got home, I plunked myself down at my desk in my room and just passed out again - jacket and all.  I finally awoke around 3:00 from a bad dream (argh!) and groggily went downstairs to the computer.  I swung by work around 5:30 to pick up my schedule and drop off my holiday availability, then came home to pick up my mom and Joe for dinner.  We headed out for a quick bite at Congee Wong, and now I'm home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've blogged enough for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110169555296029706?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110169555296029706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110169555296029706&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110169555296029706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110169555296029706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/11/twelve-oz-of-randomness.html' title='Twelve oz. of randomness'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646806.post-110137660893443359</id><published>2004-11-25T04:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T15:32:43.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Rumble*....in the Bronx?</title><content type='html'>I would go up to the kitchen and scrounge around for food if I wasn't so lazy. Plus, it is almost 4:30, so I probably shouldnt' eat much - if &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be working on this blasted Ecology paper of mine, but I just don't feel like writing it. How much more could this suck? Seriously. The answer is: &lt;em&gt;not much more&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually QUITE hungry now though. Initially I was going to use the title &lt;strong&gt;"Rumbly in my tumbly"&lt;/strong&gt;, or something along those lines, but that's Theresa's...if I remember correctly. Not wanting to steal anyone's phrases...I decided to use the title of a &lt;strong&gt;Jackie Chan&lt;/strong&gt; movie instead (mental picture: &lt;em&gt;Zin cheering right about now&lt;/em&gt;). Come to think of it, the late Anita Miu is in that movie too. She had a mullet in that film, and *what* a mullet it was. &lt;em&gt;*cringe*&lt;/em&gt; I recently watched the dubbed version of it - there were English voiceovers to it. Jackie decided to be ever-so-"&lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt;" and bask in his &lt;em&gt;Engalishu-awesomeosity&lt;/em&gt; - he did his own English dubbing. Because of that, the movie automatically transformed from an action flick to a &lt;em&gt;comedy&lt;/em&gt; for me. Haha, I had some good laughs. Of course, I unfortunately didn't get to finish watching it. I guess that'll go under my list of things to do over the Christmas break: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finish&lt;/strong&gt; laughing at Jackie Chan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck area...the part where it joins onto my shoulders...is getting to be quite sore. Yea, I'm supposed to be a Bio major and yet I'm referring to body parts by saying: &lt;em&gt;"Yea, you know...that part that's...curvy...and has got skin..and some pores too maybe? It's got some bones underneath...and I think that flesh might be lining that?"&lt;/em&gt; Hahah. Thank goodness I don't aspire to go into Med. You wouldn't want to visit my clinic. Or, would you?? =P I can guarantee an interesting prognosis each time...hahaha! So yea, getting back to my neck. It's sore. I've been at the computer all of today. I didn't go to WMST because I didn't have the essay completed - meaning there was no point in going - so I had nothing to submit. I've been toiling away at my Ecology paper all day. This things seems like it's going &lt;em&gt;nowhere&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Help me.&lt;/em&gt; *whimpers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been digging out my OLD MP3's again...out from the depths of backup and storage CD's. It's nice to listen to songs again that I might've really liked in the past at some point in time, then went overboard with listening to it and killed it, then decided to back it up and not touch it for many months. One tune would be &lt;em&gt;Jaci Velasquez - Come As You Are&lt;/em&gt;. I don't know if I had sent this to anyone else, but Anne has got to know this one. It was one of those Gr.12 songs - it was &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; on repeat. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Grade 12...while taking extended breaks from essay-writing (if you could even call it that for me), I've had plenty of time to sit and just think. I've been reflecting back on the Wasaga trip, and prom. Those were some some amazing times. Luckily, lots of pictures were taken (guess &lt;em&gt;who&lt;/em&gt; went camera happy?). With all 500 Wasaga photos, it'll be pretty hard to forget any of the key moments from that week. My meat pile that stacked tall and proud, making bubbletea at 2 a.m., cooking in a bathing suit, killing insects with the zappy racquet, SHAMOO, questionable hot tub pictures, 12-minute ab workouts followed by Cheetos snacking (hahaha!), curly fries midnight snacks, being caught red handed for sleeping during Monopoly, listening to &lt;strong&gt;Coldplay&lt;/strong&gt; during dinner, &lt;em&gt;rationing&lt;/em&gt; of food and the purpose that it served (LOL!), invading the pool and playing games, meeting the scary John man and his daughters, being fed turkey drumstick and Calbee chips while in the hot tub (talk about 5-star service!), mango jello in wine glasses, first-aid treatment for a deep gash in the thumb, gigantic spiders at the bridge railings, &lt;strong&gt;seeing the Northern lights&lt;/strong&gt;, Joyce telling off those two guys who tried to hit on us, me chasing bats around the beach at night, 4 people squeezing onto a King bed, apple pie with vanilla ice cream, breaking the spatula while making brownies, &lt;em&gt;henna tattoos&lt;/em&gt;, etc. The list is pretty much non-exhaustive. I could go on forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was...prom. It was fun, but there are some things that I would rather not look back on. Haha! *ahem* turning red *ahem* One lesson that I definitely learned tough - those La Senza &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; Wings bras are so incredibly &lt;strong&gt;un&lt;/strong&gt;-comfortable. See, guys get it easy when they have to dress up for formal occasions. Sure, they have to throw on a dress shirt, possibly a vest, a tie, a jacket, and some slacks. Women have to wear crazy "special" bras with long dresses and hairdos that don't move 'cuz they're encrusted in 60 litres of sparkly hairspray. Anyway, so back to the La Senza bra. Talk about uncomfortable. I think back on it now, and I don't even know where it is - *phew*. I wouldn't want to have to wear that thing again. Adhesive tape around your sides for 6+ hours is not what I would call a fun time. The afterparty was cool though. The limo ride was sweet. Ping pong and alcohol don't mix. Gorging on chicken fingers at 3 a.m. is totally cool, especially if you had a cruddy "formal" dinner &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; hours prior. Hrm...good times, good times. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's enough with the nostalgia already. Hopefully I'll get a chance to go back to the Abbey and visit before they let out for Christmas break. My last exam is on the 21st this year; killer Animal biology lab exam that will last for 6 hours. 9 a.m. to &lt;s&gt;5 p.m.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;3 p.m.&lt;/em&gt; Hehe! =P Then it's &lt;em&gt;parrrrrrrrrrrrrtyyy&lt;/em&gt; time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of party...&lt;br /&gt;this weekend will be &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;! Gonna hit up Distrikt after my shark dissection (of all things) to see Thu one last time before he departs for Taiwan. Then it's off to Bradford on Saturday to play in a badminton tournament. Now to get these essays done first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6646806-110137660893443359?l=itypehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/feeds/110137660893443359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6646806&amp;postID=110137660893443359&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110137660893443359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6646806/posts/default/110137660893443359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itypehere.blogspot.com/2004/11/rumblein-bronx.html' title='*Rumble*....in the Bronx?'/><author><name>Donna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
