Who Else.....

So Rachel and I have quite the amusing story from last night. It all started when I was done writing Therapeutics and was like, FUCK, I need to go tell Rachel.... she'll be happy for me. So....I went to Tantrix to visit for a while, see how all my "peeps" were doing and such.... and Rachel and I decided that we definatly were going for coffee later on that evening because we hadn't for about 2 weeks. which is a very, very long time in coffee-years.

Rachel picks me up at about 11pm that evening, and we go to Starbucks and get some lattes' and we drive around talking and drinking our coffee, like we do..... (For those who know what all that entails this story is even more hilarious... but I guess just Rachel and I know.... so it's even more funny for us....)

So we are on the corner of 33rd turning onto Idlewyld, and the light doesn't change for about 4 times in a row!! ... but the city bus beside us was getting pretty ancy after about 3 minutes of no green light, so they moved up and eventually the light changed.... But for about 2 minutes of us just sitting there, there was a cop car behind us.

The light turns green and we turn onto Idlewyld and sure enough, the cop car lights up, and we are pulled over. So Hot Cop #1 saunters up to the car, and is all "License and Registration" and Rachel kinds mutters something incoherant, so the cop says "Do you have your license and Registration, Rachel?" HAHAHAHAHA...... Yeah, she definatly didn't, because she doesn't have a license, because in her young and stupid days it was taken away.... and this is the 2nd or 3rd time that she has been caught driving while suspended.

So Rachel goes with the cop, and I wait and wait, and check the time.... 12:03am. So we must have been pulled over around 10 to 12. So I wait and wait, and almost fall asleep.... thinking... is this really taking that long.. or is it just me?

So a whole LONG ASS TIME later Rachel comes back to the car, "You need to get out, they are towing the car" So we gather up some of Rachel's car-crap and I get out, and the tow truck starts doing his thing...... and I am standing on the road, with Rachel.... and I figure, well, I guess I'll call Mel to come pick me up. And then the tow truck drives away, Rachel and I ajorn to the sidewalk, and the cute cops ask us if we have a ride, which we do, and then tell us to go wait at the Esso, because its not that safe for us to be waiting outside, and they make their departure as well.

So there is Rachel and I, standing on the sidewalk, with no vehicle... and I all I can do is quote Boondock Saints and say "I can't beleive that just FUCKING happened!" hahahahaha
(For those of you who don't know, Boondock Saints is a movie, my most favorite movie of all time, and you should watch it, it is amazing) So we walk to the Esso, and have a nice conversation with the girl working there, still trying to wrap our heads around what just occured, and I guess the cops weren't turning, until about 2 minutes of sitting behind us at the light that wouldn't change.... then they turned on the signal light. The Esso girl was watching the whole time and totally called us getting pulled over.

Then Melody showed up, with Jess in tow... sleeping in the backseat. We drove Rachel home while we recounted the details of the night and then dropped Rachel off... at 12:49. So by the time I got home it was 1:07..... which was a long ass night. Apparently the story of what happened was worth waking Mel and Jess up and making then come pick us up, which was good.... she wasn't mad.

Who else does this shit happen to? Really? It was just the oddest fucking night ever, and also since Rachel and I were having coffee and driving, it makes the story so much more hilarious.

Goodtimes.

Dear Michelle

Yes Michelle, indeed I do not hate you. We are "BFF's", I mean, who else would laugh with me... repeatedly saying BFF at an ever increasing rate? ....BFF, Bff, Bff, Bfff, ....that is hilarity at it's finest!

Also, this brush thing, I think you may have to get the hairbrush out for finals.... I got the fear early. But I'm sure our last minute study sessions will overcome all odds, as they have done so many times in the past.

On a side note, I love DNA headbands. Also, I love the fact that Michelle was the only one to notice that the headband did infact, have a representation of DNA on it. Nerdbag.

Your a ho-baggin good time!

Ask me why I hate you

So its getting close to the end of the year... and we are all getting closer to the end of our ropes. Or at least I am, not that I was that far off to begin with.. HA! The cure for the end of semester blues? I bought more CD's!!!! Three to be exact, although I really only wanted one of them, the others looked fun.

The one I actually was looking for was the new Alexisonfire album "Crisis". I can't get enough of screamo with Dallas Green vocals in the background. That's just a good time. Although, I've mainly just listened to one song repeatedly... and I still can't get it out of my head. So if your looking for a good one, I think it's called "This city could be anywhere" or something to that effect... I'm too lazy to actually check.

Then I bought the new Justin Timberlake album. I shit you not! I really did! He was on Ellen, and for some reason I was watching Ellen.... but Melody and I decided that it would be a good addition to our household. And apparently I'm the one with the music and she just borrows them, so I get to buy Justin Timberlake CD's and tell the guy at the counter that I don't need a gift receipt. Niiiiiiicccccceeeeeeeeee.

And lastly and least.... I bought Gnarls Barkley as an afterthought. To be clear, I think the exact afterthought was "Hey, I think I liked one song on this album one time......" Maybe I do actually have some strange sort of CD-OCD, because I seem to buy CDs in three's, even ones I don't really care for... oh well... at least I have a bitchin collection (minus the last 2 albums listed).

In other events, there is one week and one day of class left, and I really don't want to go. I really don't. Don't get me wrong, everyone at school is really cool, I'm just tired of being there and seeing the same people everyday for the past 3 and 1/2 years. No offense, I'm kindof a bitch.
Infact, I probably shouldn't have gone out on Friday, but you all can blame Stubor for any rude, bitchy and inappropriate things I may have said or done. I didn't want to go, but he conned me into it, and apparently I'm easily led astray...

I beleive my departing words of the evening were, "I hate everyone and I want to go home". Nice eh? Santa definatly isn't coming to my house this year. He can choke on his cookies as far as I'm concerned.

CD-OCD: Part 1

Ok, I admit it.... I am slightly addicted to buying CD's. And not just the ones I want either, ones I hear about in passing, or hear one song of that was slighly amusing, or perhaps even if it's just shiny. Earlier in the week I bought a few CD and have since had a chance to listen to them. So now I will impart my thoughts regarding aformentioned CDs and tell you what you NEED to listen to.


1) Angels and Airways: I never thought I would like this band, but they are good shit. Really, they really are good! The only thing is.... its so damn rhythmic that you kinda look like a dork rockin' out to your tunes in the computer lab. But hey, at least you're having a good time right? And by you... I mean me.... goodtimes, goodtimes....
-----Must Listen To: "Do It For Me Now"
-------Also good: "Distraction", "A Little's Enough"


2) My Chemical Romance: You know that first single that I just can't stand.... luckily it is the worst song on the album! Infact, all the rest of the songs are good, I like to skip over the slower ones, they are a bit dull, but there are a few fucking deadly tracks on the album that warrents my impulsive purchasing decisions.
-----Must Listen To: "Mama", "The Sharpest Lives"
-------Pretty Badass also: "Famous Last Words", "Teenagers"

3) Dashboard Confessional MTV Unplugged: This album made me angry, it doesn't even get its cover picture put up because it doesn't deserve it. LAME. If I wanted to hear a bunch of whiny kids sing the songs instead of the band I would go see "pseudo-emo eleventeen year old bitches" play instead of Dashboard Confessional. And the CD was actually that bad, I'm not just being mean... not that I'm not not-mean, know what I mean?
Listen to: something else

Procrastination....

I have made the sexiest wallpaper ever.... including all my future husbands....

Shopping Adventures

So Rachel and I went shopping the other day, and aside from all the stares we got from people, I managed to find some pretty cool shit. The HMV people were quite helpful, and a little psychotic with the smiley-greeting thing. Since I buy every CD I want immediately I decided to get a few I normally wouldn't buy anyway just for shits and giggles. So I got the new My Chemical Romance.... even though I can't stand the new single... I figured the first CD was good enough to warrent buying the second. And the Angels and Airwaves CD, which I never thought I would like, but Tom without the other guys is pretty damn good. Abeit, alot mellower than I am used to but still very good. Also, I want to marry Travis Barker.... only if my first marriage to Lukas Rossi doesn't work out. Lastly I got the Dashboard confessional Unplugged MTV CD and have yet to listen to it.
Then I bought some books. The lady at Coles looked a little.... what's the word I'm looking for.....scared shitless. But not from me, mostly Rachel. I, on the other hand, am a well adjusted young individual. So I bought the new Post Secret book. (Mike, you still have my other one...) And Kurt Cobain's Journals. I said I wouldn't read the Journals out of principle. But priniples can change right? And from what I've read so far, I'm far more fucked in the head than he is. Although it's only been the first 30 pages.... Maybe once the herion addiction kicks in full time it'll be more creative.

Such and So but Nothing Really...

So things have been pretty damn boring lately, which just happens to be the way I like it! Go me! yay, Nerd-bag!..... Anyways, the oldest of the brood is up from Winnipeg right now, so that's fun... she even managed a night out with the Pharmacy kids. I can barely handle a night out with them, those kids are crazy! But, she seemed to have a good time so that's dandy... even though she didn't actually get to meet the people that I would have wanted her to meet the most, but I guess there are a few days left for that (hint, hint, Mack and Stuber... drinks or coffee sometime before Wednesday?)
And there is another ass-raping coming up... or shall I say, Therapeutics exam. Although I did ok on the last one, at least I'm doing better than I think I am. I think the library and I will have to start becoming friends pretty soon... I really just fucking hate those cubicles though.
Rachel's got some amusing stories that I can't recount, but if anyone sees her maybe you should ask about it. Seriously, fucking hilarious. At least one of us is interesting. Goodtimes, goodtimes.

Wow, that was really, really not interesting at all. So I figured I would do a Google-images search of my name, perhaps to add a hilarious picture... but alas, I am so boring there was nothing found matching my query.

But, there are two people who do make a good query, say hello to Michelle Mack and Mike Stuber!
<<<------------Michelle

Mike----------------->>>

Aren't they a good looking group?
Now that is a good way to procrastinate! What does your google name-twin look like?

jack-o-badassery!!

Today Jessica and I carved pumpkins after school. We make an awesome team... our jack-o-lanterns are badass.

This is Jessica's: She goes for the "classic" look this year...

This is mine, I went for the "what the fuck" theme this year...

Other than that, I plan on nerd-bagging a whole hell of alot this weekend... although I must say I've done a rather tragic job thus far.

Pharmacy Pubcrawl Hilarities

As it turns out, I ended up going on the pubcrawl, which I solely credit to Kim, because Kim is not sketchy. Stuber also had a hand in making me go because he apparently was going to kick my ass if I didn't. (thanks for that, buddy)

Anyways, as always the Pharmacy crew is full of fucking drama! I haven't had a night so filled with weird ass stories of goings on in a long time. (I hope that made as much sense as it did in my head). Anyways, it was a good night from what I remember, lots of drama, dancing, drinking, etc etc. I wrote a few choice things on people's shirts... one that went over quite well was the "Kiss me, I'm Jewish" slogan.

I won't actually recant any of the stories of the night because I like to keep incriminating evidence to myself. The one peice of advice I can say is, don't leave your cell phone out. Sorry to those who got some crude text messages from my phone, it wasn't actually me.... I think Richels took the brunt of it. (thanks for taking one for the team Lindsay! haha).

Other than that, I was a pretty hurtin' unit the next day, and then finally made it back to my own house to sleep off my hangover all afternoon. Don't get me wrong though, the night was definatly worth it.

I HATE GREG!

So tonight Rachel and I were having coffee and driving around the city, like we do, and discussed a mutual aquaintance, Greg. As it turns out, we both fucking hate Greg. It's like, no matter what you do, or how well you do it, Greg is right there to fuck it all up and fuck you over. Greg is like that older sibling that just liked to fuck with you for no other reason than for their own amusement. Greg just fucking sucks. I don't even want to go out anymore because I know Greg will be there to screw me over, but then I guess even if I stay home Greg will find a way to be a huge douche-bag there too.

I'll write more about Greg later, you know, keep the kids in suspense and such. You'll soon all come to understand the story behind Greg, and why I wish he would just get crushed by an overpass. So, until I reveal some much needed explanations, just say it with me...
"I HATE GREG"


(p.s.: fucking Greg, fucking asshole, just fucking with shit)

Irritable Cunt Day..... no not a yeast infection

Today was one of those days where you would swear that I didn't take my medication in the morning or something... Although in my defense, people are fucking retards. So needless to say, I just wasn't my normal chipper self today (ha!)

On another note, I was thinking I wanted a mohawk... I even found some scissors, but then decided against it and had a nap instead. I like mohawks, especially fauxhawks... they seem more stylish.

All in all, today sucked ass because I was awake.

Tomorrow is the Pharmacy and Nutrition Pubcrawl. I have a shirt and might go, but I also might just sleep. It really is a toss up. I hate bars, and then I usually end up drunk so I can stand them, and well, we all knows where that ends up. Or maybe just I do, and you don't need to...

bLAH, Blah, I need coffee.

bitches.

Also, I made an ugly picture on MS Paint.

Zombie Pubcrawl Hilarities.

As promised, I have stories of the Zombie Pubcrawl. Most of which start off with "Rachel was really fucking drunk and...". You see, Rachel and I devised a system in which one of us is shit-faced and the other is less-so in order to take care of the first. And since this was Rachel's pubcrawl, Rachel was shit-faced. In fact, after I had cut her off, she continued to drink and drink, and do shots...

Here are some highlights of the night:
- The Pat playing Thriller, and the "zombie-dance" reinactment.
- The Scuz playing "Let the bodies Hit the floor" and everyone else looking scared
- Rachel's drunken rantings
- Missing the bus back to Ryly's due to Scuz-hoodlams trying to jump Ran-G.
- Rachel negotiating a sock selling in the bathroom bar
- The crazy tattoo artist from Edmonton who just kept popping up
- Every second person we met having had a tattoo by Rachel, and they weren't even on the pubcrawl
- Darryl kicking ass, and the other guy getting in trouble


So, to display this evening properly, I made a nifty collage!

The best story of all comes at the end of the evening when Rachel had obviously too much to drink at that point, and apparently nothing to eat all day... Which she then promptly threw-up in the middle of Ryly's, and then passed out! So I took Rachel, wrapped her around a toilet, tried to find Amanda who had already left, and then called Melody to pick us up and the grand ol' hour of 12:30am.

So we put Rachel to bed, in the basement, because she was too drunk to go home, and left her with a puke bucket and a Dora doll. We thought Dora would be comforting.

The End.

ugh.....

Pubcrawl tonight people, and apparently I'm the only sucker going. Bitches.

I should really be studying for Therapeutics, but I'm just such a damn good friend. (Please see I'm awesome for more details.)

Tales of the amusing hilarities will follow I'm sure, and pictures of course.... incriminating evidence is always funny.

ahhhhhhh yeah.

Therapeutics = The Devil

Not much new around here these days, I live a simple yet malcontented life of coffee, school, coffee, study, sleep, repeat. Yes, the dreaded Therapeutics midterm is approaching at a rapid rate, and I've caught "the fear". Which is probably a good thing, I think I study better with the fear. Without the fear I find studying seems a mundane endeavor.

Also, everyone should come on the Zombie-pubcrawl. Pull your nose out of your books for one night, a part of a night even, and have something to show for your weekend. You can nerd it up good before AND after, think about it..... it is do-able... unlike that creepy motherfucker on Stuber's blog.

Sincerely,

"Nerd-bag"

Oct. 13th - Zombie Pubcrawl!

Friday, October 13th: ZombieBomb Productions presents:

Year of the Zombie Pubcrawl!!!!!!

That's right kiddies! Come and party with the Tantrix Crew. It is going to be a gong show, and I will be smack-dab in the middle of it. Rewinding slightly, the story is Rachel and I thought up an idea of having a pubcrawl, then Rachel actually makes the shit work! She's crazy. And of course it wouldn't be Rachel's Pubcrawl without Zombies. Don't ask. If you know Rachel you'd be like "oh yeah, it wouldn't be the same without zombies".

So the deal is, it's actually free. Rachel, in true tattoo artist fashion is footing the bill for this bitch, t-shirts included. What more can you ask for? A free motherfucking pubcrawl surrounded by some of the craziest tattooed freaks you've ever seen! And let me tell you, when the Tantrix crew goes out on the town, we go ALL out..... it'll be a gong show, a glorious, glorious, gong show.

So if you want to witness this catastrophe first hand, you can get tickets from me or Rachel, and if you don't know who we are, what the hell are you reading this for?

Slurpees... the new Chicken soup

I've been down and out for a few days now, the dreaded 4th year flu.... Cramming 80-some people into a tiny classroom for hours on end is not the best scenario to ensure proper air circulation, and as such, I get sick.

Instead of chicken soup though, I've generously received slurpees two days in a row now, one even with a Kinder egg. That's how you tell if your friends are just awesome, or all-stars.

Thanks guys, the sugar high made me feel alot better. As did the ballroom dance display :)

I'm awesome, check me out

My neighbourhood hero, Mike Stuber, has added me to his blog links...

*single tear*

The man who graced the world with his heroic insight: "Why fart and waste it, when you can burp and taste it?" I'm so grateful for this honour and privilege.... but mostly I'm f-ing awesome. Yes, that is the conclusion, I rule all the B-tches.

Do I need to monitor my own profanity on this site? I don't know... Mike, help me out here buddy.

Anyways, back to my awesomeness... You see kids, the basic premise here... is what is known as an "inside joke". My friend Rachel and I have this agreement, or "inside joke", between us about being awesome. The fundamental concept is perhaps quite obvious to some, and that is the fact that we, ourseleves, do not think that we are awesome. And in there lies the gest! We go on to portray to others that we are, infact, awesome! What a contrary folly!

Have I lost anyone yet?

So that is why I don't actually seem conceited when I say how awesome I am! So check me out, I'm all sorts of amazing!

I like punk/rock/metal/alternative music, basically anything that isn't country. I probably have more tattoos than your favorite guitarist, but I'm not as flashy about it. I find horror movies absolutley hilarious to the point of being slightly sadistic. I think Kung Fu movies make for an excellent Saturday afternoon. I love UFC, but have no idea what the hell is going on in any other sport. I'll pick you up at 3:30 am to drive your drunk ass to your boyfriend's house, even if I am half-asleep and in my pajamas when you get into the vehicle. I like video games, computer games and board games. I like to make fun of annoying b-tches. I have fishes named Reginald and Movis. And no, those names didn't come from anywhere, I just made that sh-t up. I'm in my last year of Pharmacy, so I'll actually make money sometime in the near future. I drink more coffee than Tweak from South Park. I actually watch South Park. I swear more than a trucker who lost his flask of gin. Your grandparents will think I'm awesome too... old people f-ing LOVE me. I both understand the concept of hygiene and put it to use. I will always be more neurotic than you, and I'm ok with that. I have sisters who are nice, even if I'm not. Apparently they are hot too. I have a kick ass CD collection. I have a record player. I actually use my record player. I wore a pink shirt one time. I can knit. I knew how to knit long before it became popular because of Grey's Anatomy. Batman kicks ass.



Ok, that last one wasn't about me, but
Damn, I'm that good.





















*author note: I have a tendancy to not make any f-ing sense at times... and you'll never get that 30 seconds of life back. Ha!

Pearls of wisdom

I feel it is my duty to impart the pearls of wisdom that have been shared with me this week. I don't know what happened to everyone lately... but they have had some magical revelations which I thought were fantastic, and thus, will share with everyone.

Melody's life philosophy: "Eat alot of candy... but then there are those times when you've had too much candy......"

Amber's pearls of wisdom: "I can't live on love and ignorance forever."

Rachel's suggestion: "Sometimes you just need to get a little high"

and finally I'll impart my latest theory....

"If you think about it objectively, life is slightly ridiculous"

Hughes vs Penn.... yes, I like UFC

I don't know why its so hard to beleive, but yes, I am a UFC fan. Although, I am not as manic about it as the rest of my family. However, I do enjoy three rounds of five minute ass-whoopings as much as the next girl.

After UFC 63 I feel that I must defend my boy Penn, as he got KO'ed by Hughes (who is one tank of a human being). Penn took the fight last minute and yes, was not in top shape but he held his own. Plus, what other fighter can go into complete leg splits and not get taken to the mat?! Really, that's impressive. Lets see Hughes do that, he'd probably rip a muscle and have to replace it with one of the enormous muscles from his neck. I'm surprized that he can breathe without the mass of muscle in his neck cutting off his air supply.

Random Rants

Out of the many, many, many rants I come fully equipped with, today I think I'll bring out an oldy but a goody. I could talk about Michelle's Fiesta and all the good times involved, but instead, I would like to take this moment to rant about "motherf*ckers".

I think the term motherf*cker is not given its fair share of credit. Personally, I think we all should use the term motherf*cker more often.

You see, "motherf*cker" has gotten a bad rap. Some childish fiends have coined the phrase to mean "One who likes to f*ck mothers" when in fact, it does not mean that at all.

The origional meaning of motherf*cker was, and should always be known as, "the mother of all f*ckers". That is the proper use of this statement, which makes it so awesome. So, go forth unto the world and share the potent knowledge I have bestowed upon you!

You heard it first here, kiddies. The mother of all f*ckers.

Inter-Web here I come!

The interweb, what a wonderful place to be. I now declare myself no longer compu-illiterate!
I do however have a short attention span, The End.