tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61729652011-04-22T00:06:38.866-04:00everything's coming up robindon't you wanna take a ride with me, through my world?beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comBlogger1981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1090559114149102762004-07-23T01:01:00.000-04:002004-07-23T01:05:14.150-04:00i live on the corner of grey street and the end of the world
well...it would seem that i have moved. how can someone miss a website? i don't know. i refuse to get philosophical about it. at any rate. it's an open house. or at the very least come leave a thought on my doorstep. i promise to bring it inside.
beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1090356467833710652004-07-20T16:43:00.000-04:002004-07-20T16:47:47.833-04:00books. my romance...and fantasy... my soma. my beautiful, escape. so i can forget.
i won't remember here.
i might be moving. here . it's empty and ugly. because i don't get it yet.
can someone tell me what do with this?
with any of this...
beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1090003702812941672004-07-16T14:30:00.000-04:002004-07-16T14:48:22.813-04:00i want to walk across stone bridges into ivy covered buildings. i want to walk across campus as a Ph.D student. i want to wear a shoulder bag instead of a backpack. i want to help kids climb walls while their parents get nervous. i want to climb a waterfall in jamaica. i want to live in a flat. i want my family to come to england for christmas. i want a dog. i want to study the most beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1090002364826915642004-07-16T14:19:00.000-04:002004-07-16T14:26:04.826-04:00for someone with a heart of stone...my mood swings can be astonishing! last night i was stressed out and jittery trying to find funding sources and talking to profs and feeling more and more desperate by the moment. not the least cause of which, is the cruise ship. if i can't find funding, i can't go to oxford, and if i drop off the edge of the earth for 6 months, how am i going to find beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1089942427034187822004-07-15T21:35:00.000-04:002004-07-15T21:47:07.033-04:00i don't know how i live with myself. really. i'm a fucking slob. i live in filth, basically.
i spent 2.5 hours cleaning my room last night. i mean, taking the mattress off the bed, taking off all the bedding, scrubbing the carpet and the floor, vaccuming every last corner of the room... and not because i just wanted to be tidy. no no. because my room smells like pee thanks to my cat, no beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1089842199115193172004-07-14T17:50:00.000-04:002004-07-15T21:34:55.356-04:00i. need. money. right. now. like RIGHT NOW!!
he WANTS ME!!! Martin Speight. the advisor of my dreams. he WANTS ME!!! but i need MONNNEEEYYY! cuz he doesn't HAAAAVE IIIIT!!!!
lets review.
1st choice Ph.D advisor
head of the tropical ecology and entomology research group
OXFORD!!!
WANTS ME!!!
and...
NO MONEY!!!!
anyone have $60 000 lying around i can have? I'm willing to barter. beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1089470182715196552004-07-10T10:28:00.000-04:002004-07-10T10:36:22.716-04:00i fell in the lagoon last night. it was fuckin hi-larious. jess actually fell down from laughing so hard at me. or maybe it was just from being drunk :S luckily no one was really there to see it besides jess and the really hot instructor who is also a jazz trumpet player and waayyy too young for me-who was driving the boat i was attempting to jump out of onto the dock. i'm sure everyone beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1089339708063133402004-07-08T22:19:00.000-04:002004-07-08T22:29:03.286-04:00nothing ever happens.
i wake up angry.
i go to work.
i come home.
i read.
but i don't think anyone reads me anymore.
i go to movies.
no one is here.
i drive.
it rains.
i wake up angry.
nothing ever happens.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-108897742161608732004-07-04T17:29:00.000-04:002004-07-04T17:43:41.616-04:00that night in toronto...
ahhh. now that i've had time to digest it... THE HIP!! so fucking good. played most (if not all) of the new album, which was cool. but also got in *almost* all the old faves (notably missing were "38 years old" and "ahead by a century"). some of my favourite moments:
1. second song in (they opened with vaccination scar), Grace Too (definitely a fave), and coming beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1088746298534172712004-07-02T01:29:00.000-04:002004-07-02T01:31:38.533-04:00Happy Canada Day!!
in gord we trust.
love you guys
kickass concert. motherf***ing parking lot. hence, very late and very tired.
more later. cuz concert requires more.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1088554371510098372004-06-29T20:02:00.000-04:002004-06-29T20:12:51.510-04:00the beautiful lull
the dangerous tug
we get to feel small
but not out of place at all...
i have to admit it's getting better. a little better, all the time. even though i was playing with databases on a computer program i don't know all day...at least there are 3 other people doing the same thing now. i spend some time outside and i know more or less what i'm doing.
even though i spend most beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1088358681262283882004-06-27T13:50:00.000-04:002004-06-27T13:51:21.263-04:00i miss this guy. come back soon johnny!beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1088356586298954212004-06-27T13:08:00.000-04:002004-06-29T20:15:18.393-04:00go on...take the money and run
so here's the scoop kids. i've spent the last couple weeks ripping my hair out about sending grad school proposals to my top choice profs at Oxford. finally sent it. fabulous. i don't expect to hear back especially soon.
THEN thursday night, almost as an after thought, i send a couple emails off to 2 profs at Leeds University doing tropical ecology-type thingsbeanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1088135363779545232004-06-24T23:42:00.000-04:002004-06-24T23:49:23.780-04:00you get what you pay for, but i just had no intention of livin this way
camp starts tomorrow i think. that is, the kids get there tomorrow. this time last year i was playing in the lake on pool noodles and floating trampolines with 50 other staff at sunset with "it's raining men" blasting from mainfield. the last night of freedom before the rugrats arrive. I watched the sunset tonight beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1087953063164091562004-06-22T21:05:00.000-04:002004-06-22T21:11:03.163-04:00i miss...
Guelph
Stress-believe it or not. i think it just makes everything a little more noticeable
people
my dog
i missed the sunset, because i was so wrapped up in my past postings
australia
touches
contentment
high school
i love...
the colour of the sky
my cat
people
eating spaghetti at grandpa and sheilas
praise
trees
hope
feeling
i want...
to be independent of my computer
to not be beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1087948226146944232004-06-22T19:33:00.000-04:002004-06-22T19:50:26.146-04:00i spent four years prostrate to the higher mind, got my paper and i was free
University of Guelph seems to be getting further and further away. even though i wouldn't normally be going back for another 2 months...it feels like i've been gone for years. talking about it now, and looking at the website--i feel less like a student. it's like being swept down a river and your friend gets saved, beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1087704366823792072004-06-20T00:00:00.000-04:002004-06-20T00:06:06.823-04:00Senior pre-camp started today. I miss it so fucking much. For someone people thought was joking the first time she told them she was working at a summer camp...i can't belive how much it got under my skin. even after dying to escape by the end of the summer...the idea that it's starting now without me is almost enough to break through the heart of stone. The staff, the directors, the ropes beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1087618834633578832004-06-19T00:19:00.000-04:002004-06-19T00:20:34.633-04:00I think the application process for grad school may actually kill me before i even get to go anywhere. the words "is it really worth it" pop into my head far too often.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1087520846556317222004-06-17T20:50:00.000-04:002004-06-17T21:07:26.556-04:00Convomocation.
When I drove into Guelph I realized that I can hardly remember the last time I felt such strong emotions for a person as I did for a place and time. Driving into Guelph. How can I feel so homesick for a place I lived in, intermittently, for only 4 years. and was never even considered a "permanent address". but i felt close to tears when driving past my old apartment. thinkingbeanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1087144790522077032004-06-13T12:31:00.000-04:002004-06-13T12:39:50.523-04:00i mean, you never know...maybe i'm dreaming...
yesterday was strange. but good strange. it started with a dream which very much reflects my romance novel kick lately. it was my own romance novel. the one i think i'm still hanging on to, that i swear i'll find someday or else how could all of this time be worth it? i woke up still feeling the kiss on my mouth, exactly as if it were real.
i beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1086826861183551522004-06-09T20:17:00.000-04:002004-06-09T20:21:01.183-04:00Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself
All day -- and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel -- to take flight --
i came home and all day have been waiting to just plant myself on the leather couch, comatose in front of the tv... and the cable's not working. fucker.
i have the most self-effacing imagination you can imagine.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1086803139811058792004-06-09T13:35:00.000-04:002004-06-09T13:45:39.810-04:00i wake up wondering if anything in my life is ever gonna change
i'm at work. not sharing an office today so i have a little bit of leeway. i suppose. maybe i'm doing more interesting things now...or maybe i've just grown accustomed to the boredom. i dunno. i don't hate it here. but ask me that in the morning. THIS morning for instance.
who goes out, drinking at the sandbar, booze beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1086233372748962212004-06-02T23:21:00.000-04:002004-06-02T23:29:32.746-04:00I'm restless. I'm angry every morning. I wake up and and I'm pissed off. But there's nothing to be angry at but the time of day and maybe a loaf of bread while making lunch. I'm at least 5 minutes late for work almost every day. But no one notices because I don't do anything.
Ashley is leaving in a couple weeks. That leaves me here with Dawn (yay!), Kyle (who is cool but i hardly know), beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1085854121085610992004-05-29T14:01:00.000-04:002004-05-29T14:08:41.086-04:00this will be way shorter than it needs to be considering 2 of my friends are frigging married and on their honeymoon right now... but I have to get back to the cottage to work. on saturday. why do i do this again?
the wedding wasn't nearly as weird as i was expecting it to be. i think by the time we got to the actual wedding (after reharsal, and families, and dinner, and um...dirt roads and beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1085631886169105272004-05-27T00:14:00.000-04:002004-05-27T00:24:46.170-04:001 MINUTE AGO: i was reading adrienne's 'friends' page and gasping that sean is going to sell his cd collection! i could never!
1 DAY AGO: i was deeply engrossed in my romance novel that kept me up till 2:30 before alarm goes off at 7...
1 WEEK AGO: hmm wed. night last week. i was probably in bed already. if not, then cleaning to prepare for the weekend
1 YEAR AGO: i was at work camp! *beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1085630243182330772004-05-26T23:44:00.000-04:002004-05-26T23:57:23.183-04:00she's a little girl with nothing wrong
and she's all alone
i sat on the dock and watched the sunset tonight. it was very peaceful and unexciting. not very colourful, but glowing. as if the sun had fought so hard for a week to show itself, all it had the energy for was a little understated goodnight.
i wish i could do the same. i'm restless. i still feel a little bit odd. packing for the beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1085453582815070612004-05-24T22:48:00.000-04:002004-05-24T22:53:02.816-04:00Hey little girl, keep dancing alone
So…that was a long weekend alright. I’m not too sure what I want to say about it. I staggered home alone without a flashlight one night. I’m told I was half carried half dragged home the next night. Apparently my mom was awake to see the end point of that. That was fabulous. Not that I remember it at all…I’m going by second hand stories here. The last beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1085157368404580122004-05-21T12:35:00.000-04:002004-05-21T12:36:08.406-04:00work is boooorrrrriiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggbeanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1085114040075574342004-05-21T00:29:00.000-04:002004-05-21T00:34:00.076-04:00stiiiiillll fuckin reading it. haven't figured out why yet.
i'm good like this
long weekend tomorrow. going to party with cousins and friends and get absolutely, mind-bendingly, incomprehensively drunk. i need that. 3 weeks of filing needs that.
drink up baby. stay up all night with the things you could do, you won't...but you mightbeanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1084913778533223332004-05-18T16:52:00.000-04:002004-05-18T16:56:18.533-04:00Portraits of General Apathy and Major Boredom
Just when i think i couldn't possibly get any more bored, it happens. i think every day i look at my watch in shorter and shorter intervals till i can go home. i almost fell asleep in my chair with a file folder on my lap today. that would be the point in studying where i give up and take a nap. this blows. but i overheard the accountant kind beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1084851911556776352004-05-17T23:33:00.000-04:002004-05-17T23:45:11.556-04:00So I did that "answer in song titles only" thing for Dave AND Elliott...and then I got distracted and the computer got shut off without me posting it. but i don't feel like doing it again.
here's a story for you:
Mom and Dad go for a ride on the new motorcycle. They get about half an hour away and the bike breaks down. Robin, who has been out driving all day, just gets home and gets a call beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1084641349329720642004-05-15T13:11:00.000-04:002004-05-15T13:15:49.330-04:00the smell!! oh god, the SMELL!! It's HERE!
it's clear skies and new buds on the trees, it's frogs and dew and the lake drifting up on the breeze, it's new grass, it's woods, it's humidity in the air, it's HERE!
it's sitting by the fire on the shore, it's walking around the point after dinner, it's drinking on the tanzer until 4am at the sailing club and staggering down the lane in the morning,beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1084583490823533152004-05-14T21:10:00.000-04:002004-05-14T21:11:30.823-04:00I'll post something real soon. I have internet at the cottage now! but for the moment I'm tying up the phone line (jerkdialup).
I just wanted to point out that bug spray and beer is possibly the most wonderful combination of smells! :)
tabeanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1084302239188103442004-05-11T14:53:00.000-04:002004-05-11T15:03:59.186-04:00Wow...new format for blogger. i don't think i like it. but whatever.
gotta write quick. at work. gonna get caught! :P I've been having such cool vivid and detailed dreams lately. it would take me days to get them all down, nevermind the few scared minutes I have now! hehe
work is sucking. this morning i was sitting at my desk with my cup of coffee, working at the computer...for all beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1083796642109375082004-05-05T18:37:00.000-04:002004-05-05T18:41:47.576-04:00hi. it feels like it's been ages. but apparently only 5 days, and no one else has posted much either anyway...
so getting settled at the cottage now. embarking on the giant cleanout because it's the size of a garage and somehow contains the junk of a 4 person family for the last 10 years enough to fill a large-sized house! started the ever-coveted job 3 days ago and have spent the majority ofbeanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1083454085084343122004-05-01T19:28:00.000-04:002004-05-01T19:32:25.250-04:00why do i keep reading it? it's like a train wreck you can't help but look at. i think i need this week with no internet.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1083390965031869032004-05-01T01:56:00.000-04:002004-05-01T02:00:23.810-04:00i just watched the last half of a movie while keeping a very close eye on the very large spider scooting around on the floor. kept it in sight most of the time, as it was too big to squish. thought it scooted under the chair on the other side of the room so i thought i was safe. then after the movie i stood up and shook out my blanket and out fell the spider! WAAAHHHH *SHUDDER*
things thatbeanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1083343215476890302004-04-30T12:40:00.000-04:002004-04-30T12:44:33.700-04:00i know, i know...nothing ever gets to me.
but it kinda gets to me reading about how much sex people have. i don't think i will anymore.
the subject pretty much occupies my every waking thought as it is.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1083342108735644352004-04-30T12:21:00.000-04:002004-04-30T12:26:07.200-04:00i love it!
from Q107: The number one reason why hockey is better than sex... a period only lasts 20 minutes! hahaha
i also love that they came up with 10 reasons why hockey is better than sex, but only 5 why sex is better than hockey :P
so anyway, that's it. i no longer live in guelph. i am completely moved out of my first ever real apartment, keys handed in and everything (hmm...the beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1083212431660220372004-04-29T00:20:00.000-04:002004-04-29T00:24:48.153-04:00packing sucks my ass. really.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1083204557127677722004-04-28T22:09:00.000-04:002004-04-28T22:13:33.593-04:00i luv you wade. where have you been all my life?
i didn't realize until i was driving it again today...how much i missed that little pile of rust! even without power steering (because of which i think i pulled a muscle parallel parking tonight!) i kinda like how it can fall apart as much as it wants and it'll still run. and i like how it has so many quirks now that only probably me, my sisterbeanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1083115281862401472004-04-27T21:21:00.000-04:002004-04-27T21:25:36.700-04:00Warning: this is another long one and you probably don't care about any of it.
15 Random Things You Like:
1) sleeping under my duvet in a cold room
2) the smell of a wood fire
3) barbeque
4) seeing visible rays of sunlight through clouds or trees
5) being my cat's favourite
6) kissing
7) the sound of plants drinking
8) sleeping in
9) dreaming
10) pulling up to the cottage and seeing the single beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1083097604578724672004-04-27T16:26:00.000-04:002004-04-27T16:30:59.076-04:00dun dun da DAAAAAAAA
beaner got a joooobbbbbb!!! can i even express how much of a relief this is? no. no i can't. and can i just say working in conservation, outdoors, living at the cottage, with possible extension of job and with weekends off?!?!? HELLO!!!
you know what this means? everyone has to come visit me this summer!
and no one's even here for me to jump around with!!! :( beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1082844165759561852004-04-24T18:02:00.000-04:002004-04-24T18:06:56.560-04:00if i hear the words "unfortunately", "i regret to inform you", "i'm sorry to say" or "BUT" ever again i think i might kill something.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1082742409812521632004-04-23T13:46:00.000-04:002004-04-23T13:50:58.390-04:00hi. i just got up. at 1:30pm. this needs to stop! went to mel's for fabulous dinner and not-so-fabulous hockey game last night. go see her for a recap from our POV! hahah Wilm.. hotel rooms... the clock, she is broken! Oh, and I'd like to add my own little favourite moment when belfour started pushing mcCabe out of his way! hehe opponent or not, do NOT get in that guy's way!
i have beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-10826586777970572004-04-22T14:31:00.000-04:002004-04-22T14:35:25.390-04:00WRATH
1. Who did you last get angry with? the jerk-off rattlesnake guy.
2. What is your weapon of choice? if i ever had to use one... my fists.
3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex? Hell yes! right where it counts!
4. How about of the same sex? If i had reason to, sure.
5. who was the last person that got really angry at you? as far as i know... no one really gets angry at me. ibeanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1082612380115024122004-04-22T01:39:00.000-04:002004-04-22T01:43:46.700-04:00I got to go out with Amanda tonight and after watching an entire season of Sex and the City this afternoon... I was ready to feel HOT and sophisticated at the only upper class bar in town! Too bad I DID look hot and there were like 8 guys there. meh. then we went to the only bar in town where people still smoke. and i hate to say it...but now i smell like smoke and i love it. the only thing beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1082564677820084642004-04-21T12:24:00.000-04:002004-04-21T12:28:43.860-04:00ohhh bryan mccabe... how do i love thee?
i love thee when you wield your hockey stick like a baseball bat and blatantly slash your opponent across the middle to get thrown out of the game in the last minute of play.
HAHAHAHAH
gold. does it make me a violent person to smile every time i think of that?? hahah GOLD!beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1082397019681041082004-04-19T13:50:00.000-04:002004-04-19T13:54:23.496-04:00i feel too deep lately. i'm sick of writing important things, so this is dedicated to the two most important things right now: Hockey and Music
Hockey.
Leafs...I love you. really I do. but did you REALLY think you could have won that game playing as you did? Belfour is the man, clearly. but if you keep leaning on him alllll the time, you're gonna kill him. (incidentally, belfour, you AREbeanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1082275720119408412004-04-18T04:08:00.000-04:002004-04-18T04:19:32.326-04:00I don't often do this... but this is exactly what I just wrote in my real journal. somehow it feels important...
I walked home from the bar alone tonight. Welll, really I walked with Em and Aaron...but I walked alone. [I'm not sure if she reads this, but I'm going to be honest anyway. It's a journal, right?] The bar was really fun--it was funk night and the patio was open. This one beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1082167244010033112004-04-16T22:00:00.000-04:002004-04-16T22:04:44.060-04:00looking for a place to happen
making stops along the way
WARNING: this is going to be a long ramble on all my jumbled thoughts. probably very disorganized and boring. this is me thinking out loud.
first of all...the leafs just won game 5, recapturing the lead in the series and i had to "watch" it by refreshing the tsn scores webpage every once in a while. when i cut my cable in september, ibeanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1081994790361633452004-04-14T22:06:00.000-04:002004-04-14T22:10:27.576-04:00what...do...i...do...now...
As I walked away from campus this afternoon, I should have felt elated, euphoric, lighter than air, bouncing off the wall, like screaming, or jumping, or at the very least like getting smashed! But all I felt as I walked away from campus this afternoon was an overwhelming sense of...i want to go back.
i want to go back
to "bondage" in the halls of Mac Hall!
to beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1081867331971386452004-04-13T10:42:00.000-04:002004-04-13T10:46:06.840-04:00i love...
~how people with dogs will smile at you if you pet their dog
~that "bees will tend to fly to the right or the left unless they fly straight"
~how people fly their Leaf flags at half-mast when they get eliminated (NOT that it's going to happen this year! Bryan McCabe is going to single handedly win us the cup! well...maybe with a little help from Belfour)
~eating Kraft Dinner that i beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1081747673094154142004-04-12T01:27:00.000-04:002004-04-12T01:31:46.090-04:004 new pics of bridal showers and birthdays... oh my!beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1081697801172752272004-04-11T11:36:00.000-04:002004-04-11T11:40:33.280-04:00 1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
That is, political centralization arose for some other reason and then permitted construction of complex irrigation systems.
the book is more interesting than it sounds, i swear!
today feels weird. i went to bed at 4:30, set alarm beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1081664796554843872004-04-11T02:26:00.000-04:002004-04-11T02:30:28.263-04:00even though i spent my whole time at the cottage either reading forest ecology or thinking that i should be reading forest ecology and clearly knew that i wasn't done... somehow i don't feel ready for sitting at my desk until 4am again.
it takes a special kind of oblivion to the outside world to continue sitting at my desk until 4am for so many nights...beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1081655169670375992004-04-10T23:46:00.000-04:002004-04-10T23:57:25.576-04:00these things they go away, replaced by every day
i've been feeling very unsettled for the last few days. like i don't know where i want to be and what i want to do but i know it's not where i am and what i am doing. not even being at the cottage could fix it. now i know something is wrong. i guess i'm just restless and antsy. i'll have my degree in 4 days...and i can't make myself just put beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1081395925951960082004-04-07T23:45:00.000-04:002004-04-07T23:49:13.123-04:00I discovered today the wonderful positive feedback of my jeans. while walking home from the GO bus stop with my two backpacks and purse and my jeans falling down, i realized i was wearing my short sweater so that made my belly show. so i sucked in a little, which made my jeans fall down further, and more of my belly show. having my hands tied up with trying not to drop one of my overfull beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1081363949828126402004-04-07T14:52:00.000-04:002004-04-07T14:56:17.200-04:00I'm being really selfish today. and i hate it. it's making me feel sick.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1081350408972699972004-04-07T11:06:00.000-04:002004-04-07T11:10:35.966-04:00what she said. holy geez! are we the same person. i think it's entirely possible.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1081321934007766042004-04-07T03:12:00.000-04:002004-04-07T03:16:00.513-04:00every dog has its day...every day has its way of being forgotten
the quote is the only one i could think of (courtesy of Dave, of course) having to do with birthdays...but it is not in any way meant to sound bad about mine!
i don't feel like being flowery.
dinner was AWESOME!!! :D YAYYYY Irwin and Sherry making the long trek to Guelph to celebrate with me! And sara k and ashley who i neverbeanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1081217106836981032004-04-05T22:05:00.000-04:002004-04-05T22:08:51.733-04:00some cute cat pictures:) just because she's cute.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1081214636547689912004-04-05T21:23:00.000-04:002004-04-05T21:27:41.216-04:00y'know...for being monday, following a month of hell and the day before my first exam... it's been a pretty kick ass birthday so far! I got up early-ish and pretended to study until my mummy got here, then we went out for lunch, shopping (where she bought me TWO pairs of pants and they are HOT...you won't even believe how hot until some of you see them tomorrow at dinner!), then for a walk in beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1081053170306501762004-04-03T23:32:00.000-05:002004-04-03T23:36:32.200-05:00this evening was the coolest colour ever. i walked out the door just as the sun was setting in a clear sky behind me, but looking toward the darkest blue-grey clouds looming. the little globular streetlight seemed almost needed against the dark sky, but not quite because of the sun. everything was tinted aluminum and blue. it was like being under water in really really clear water. very coolbeanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1081032468968170492004-04-03T17:47:00.000-05:002004-04-03T23:37:33.043-05:00This is the last nail in the "i'm not finishing this paper before dinner" coffin...
1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:
deserve this fate. And before them both, the first to find
2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? Depends on the direction... in front, the wall. to the left, an empty diet coke beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1080945645887334592004-04-02T17:40:00.000-05:002004-04-02T17:44:25.936-05:00attention span...of a geranium. i got half way through an ABSTRACT of one article...and i find myself here. hrm.
i'll find some peace, and i'll take a handful home
listening to Martina Sorbara, and sitting in the library, i think it was the green that got my attention. i never noticed that if you sit at this computer, the window is completely filled with trees. i didn't even think there beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1080873190619299312004-04-01T21:33:00.000-05:002004-04-01T21:36:49.623-05:00i have no more classes as an undergrad. i don't wanna talk about it.
i also have the attention span of a geranium.
"oo! birdie!"beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1080728565371598942004-03-31T05:22:00.000-05:002004-03-31T05:26:22.216-05:00just wanted to point out that it's 5:20am and i'm still up. yeah.
i hid my head and the storm slipped away...beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1080689034246819722004-03-30T18:23:00.000-05:002004-03-30T18:31:46.513-05:00you know what i love? adrienne. After 14 or so years, she's always been there. and especially lately i'm discovering just how amazing she is. it's a little bit ironic (is that the right word to use here? english-girl? hehe) that i really think it's this year, through the internet, that we've finally started to get down to who we really are. to really know what goes on. and that i think beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1080534676980330022004-03-28T23:31:00.000-05:002004-03-28T23:34:50.610-05:00no sense anymore, and suddenly no more curves either...just the straightaway.
Georgian Bay. Rattle snakes. Hog-nosed snakes (so cute!). "must enjoy working outdoors and be willing to hike ~10km a day". handling, trapping, radiotagging. snakes! good money.
come on!! you're killing me here!!
i'm inarticulate tonight. stop trying before you hurt yourself.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1080503322819474532004-03-28T14:48:00.000-05:002004-03-28T14:52:15.716-05:00yesterday my grandpa turned 81. this is the first year he hasn't managed a cattle farm, he retired from surgury 6 years ago at the age of 75 and has been married to the most wonderful woman 20 years his junior for almost 30 years. whenever people ask me who my hero is, i never really have an answer. but i think now i do.
in other news...i'm a little concerned about this recent use of alcohol.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1080281159712936932004-03-26T01:05:00.000-05:002004-03-26T01:09:29.733-05:00i think there is a distinct possibility that i am distinctly and irreversible screwed up.
it' almost 1am again. i just got up. and made eggs. dinner? breakfast? will i sleep tonight? i dunno...haven't though that far ahead yet. i don't know what day it is. i never do. i couldn't even tell you how many days ago something was now.... does this count as a little mini day? thursday and a beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1080195776846029622004-03-25T01:22:00.000-05:002004-03-25T01:26:25.216-05:00I don't know what it is about 1am. there is some kind of biological switch in me i think that gets flicked at 1am. i knew if i could make it here i'd be gold. and nothing like a little Brittney to get me here! (yes. i said it!)
and then 1am hits and no matter how far along i am on my paper/project/presentation/studying (ie. usually not very at all) i all of a sudden become convinced that beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1080169786229144212004-03-24T18:09:00.000-05:002004-03-24T18:13:14.390-05:00c'mon pleeeease! listen, body, STAY AWAKE!! Why can't you just do this one little thing for me?? It's not that hard...just STAY AWAKE!! Who is the boss in this relationship anyway? you or me? that's right. me. so do it.
and while you're at it...tell my right knee to fuck off!beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1080075444167837372004-03-23T15:57:00.000-05:002004-03-23T16:00:50.170-05:00again and again...why can't i dream you away from me
i'm a stalker. i'm stalking. i can't help it. i can't walk by the lab without looking in. today i walked by 3 times...and twice it was out of my way. he was wearing headphones. wonder what he listens to. i'm a stalker. it's okay. it's just that little bit of hope i was talking about before... lets me know i'm still alive.
however, beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1080017711318752982004-03-22T23:55:00.000-05:002004-03-23T00:00:12.076-05:00i don't know what to say anymore. well i never really did know. but i really really wish i did. i wish i could take it all and wear it myself. but i probably couldn't bear it as well anyway. with as much absolute grace. or at least i could maybe share it...that way she wouldn't have too much...and i wouldn't have none.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1080012150652586172004-03-22T22:22:00.000-05:002004-03-22T22:25:56.140-05:00i feel stupid
but i know it won't last for long
i've been guessing
but i coulda been guessin wrong
you don't know me now
i kinda thought that you should somehow
does that whole mad season got ya down
I feel stupid
but it's something that comes and goes
i've been changing
i think it's funny how no one knows
we don't talk about
the little things that we do without
when that whole mad season comes beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079937208931188182004-03-22T01:33:00.000-05:002004-03-22T01:36:53.060-05:00talk of circadian rhythms
can someone please explain to me why I can't seem to get into bed before bloody 1:30 in the morning!?!?! Including nights when I have to be up at 7:30 the next day??
geez.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079840146129424542004-03-20T22:35:00.000-05:002004-03-20T22:39:08.700-05:00I just spent 8 hours sitting in the same chair in the library writing a paper and a lab report. On saturday. It gave me a headache and a sore ass. It only struck me on the way home that, this must be what an office job feels like! good lord. how do they do it?
BUT just to prove I still have a little good humour left:
things that made me smile today (and I smiled a surprising amount!)
1. beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079807120345606202004-03-20T13:25:00.000-05:002004-03-20T13:28:42.530-05:00just put out the fire and let me get back to sleep...
UPDATE:
1. 11pm last night - finally get down to working on my mam essay that was supposed to occupy my afternoon
2. 11:20 last night - realize all the recources i need are NOT online and I really should have gone back to the library
3. 11:30 last night - start working on my lab report instead
4. 11:50 last night - run into calculation beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079762850744082562004-03-20T01:07:00.000-05:002004-03-20T01:10:52.466-05:00hi. this is my whole hearted attempt to fill up my blog with CRAP and waste as much of my readers' time as I can. ;) enjoy.
10 of your favorite songs]
01) Angeles - Elliot Smith
02) Spoon - Dave Matthews
03) Try not to breathe - REM
04) 3X5 - John Mayer
05) So flute - St. Germain
06) New Orleans is Sinking - The Hip
07) All along the watchtower - Dave, or Jimi
08) Grace Too - The Hip
09) beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079666187384396932004-03-18T22:16:00.000-05:002004-03-18T22:19:47.450-05:00stiiillll posting because I'm all full of STUFF tonight!
this time:
1) a few computerisms courtesy of me and my dad
"your computer has a key labeled escape. does your life have one too?"
"your computer has a key labeled backspace. you don't"
"your computer has a control key. so do you."
2) because even one in the throes of losing ones mind over stress is vulnerable to the predation of beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079662609733441412004-03-18T21:16:00.000-05:002004-03-18T21:20:09.733-05:00we don't talk about the little things that we do without
so...i keep seeing him online. and i want to talk, but what exactly would i say to him??
"hi! so i've invented this ridiculous scenario in which what you said to me on saturday really meant something, and as a result you have been responsible for slowing, if not reversing, the recent trend of the inevitable immobilization of all my beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079658693372254462004-03-18T20:11:00.000-05:002004-03-18T20:14:53.390-05:00this is an excerpt from a paper on mating strategies I'm reading. It's about blackbirds... but read it in the context of humans. I love comparing wildlife mating habits to humans...it's great biology-nerd fun! :) try it!
NOTE: EPC=extrapair copulations (ie. cheating)
For socially monogamous pairs, the female mateguarding
hypothesis predicts that females should guard
their mates when there beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079500048151465102004-03-17T00:07:00.000-05:002004-03-17T00:10:45.733-05:00h'okay... so the beer, the pizza and the conversation with mom seem to have done their job, and I finally calmed down enough to update this. Enjoy the beautiful sights! ;)beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079493549972718592004-03-16T22:19:00.000-05:002004-03-16T22:22:27.326-05:00I'm pretty sure I actually had a panic attack this morning. when i got home i felt as if I'd been hyperventilating all day.
but I have discovered my saviour:
warm beer on an empty stomach
and the world softens once again...beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079459714639474052004-03-16T12:55:00.000-05:002004-03-16T12:58:30.903-05:00I can actually feel little pieces of my mind struggling free of my body and running screaming in the opposite direction from this semester.
i can't sit still
i can't stay in class, i go mad
i can't sleep
no time to eat
i can't focus
i can't stand people talking to me
i don't feel like talking
which may pose a problem for my presentation on friday that I have barely started working on...
i...beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079413454308597262004-03-16T00:04:00.000-05:002004-03-16T00:07:30.530-05:00goodbye straight hair
I might even go so far as to say I felt beautiful today.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079385197553759352004-03-15T16:13:00.000-05:002004-03-15T16:16:33.200-05:00I know what you're all thinking... why is she posting from the library when she should be researching her restoration seminar occuring on friday. Well kids, the answer is simple:
While the East Holland River Subwatershed Management Plan may sound amazingly interesting... it's actually fantastically boring. Yes. I - the beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079326957032177012004-03-15T00:02:00.000-05:002004-03-15T00:58:17.543-05:00now i'm right back where i started...not even broken hearted
sorry, still no pictures... it'll have to wait till tomorrow as i spent the evening with Big Fish instead of with my compy.
upon reflection, i think that kiss on the cheek revived something in me. i had just realized how i finally had back the control of my thoughts that i thought i wanted. no longer were they overrun by vagrant beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079298084321154572004-03-14T16:01:00.000-05:002004-03-14T16:04:38.780-05:00College Royal... there's something about getting dressed up, feeling hot, and seeing all kinds of awesome friends who treat you like a princess that makes one feel like a million bucks.
Just something about a kiss on the cheek.
*sigh*
I'll post pictures soon... but first, nap time.beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079157067688998432004-03-13T00:51:00.000-05:002004-03-13T00:54:19.233-05:00this is my comfort food...beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079146908703423222004-03-12T22:01:00.000-05:002004-03-12T22:05:00.746-05:00i am a rock. i am island. because a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries.
As recently as a few months ago the uncontentedness of being alone was enough to distract me from almost anything. Any guy was a possibility, everything I did was with the underlying thought that maybe a relationship would come of it. It drove me to distraction every waking minute of every day. On top of it beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1079115843782790942004-03-12T13:24:00.000-05:002004-03-12T13:27:15.030-05:00well the people here seem really nice, but the winter's way too long...
I had a dream last night that I was at a Great Big Sea concert at a tiny little venue with only about 200 people there and I was looking for Larissa. Then when I found her, she was chatting away to ALAN DOYLE!! And he'd come down and chat between sets and explain some of their songs and he was so cool!!
Anyway...that was beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1078966179899160572004-03-10T19:49:00.000-05:002004-03-10T19:55:51.576-05:00make my brain STOP this madness!! I can't focus! it'll just HAVE to wait!beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1078872279178654922004-03-09T17:44:00.000-05:002004-03-09T17:47:46.296-05:00
You're Canada!
People make fun of you a lot, but they're stupid because you've
got a much better life than they do. In fact, they're probably just jealous.
You believe in crazy things like human rights and health care and not
dying in the streets, and you end up securing these rights for yourself and
others. If it weren't for your weird affection for ice hockey, you'd be
beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1078806661029641162004-03-08T23:31:00.000-05:002004-03-08T23:34:07.403-05:00i feel as if my skin is the only thing preventing me from going everywhere at once
cruise. ship. climbing. job. way. too. tempting. HOW am i supposed to find a REAL job that will help my carreer and give me valuable experience to aid in getting into Oxford and get funding when people tell me about running a climbing wall on a CRUISE SHIP for $2500 a month! GAH!!
this is not helping.
i've beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1078721807691383402004-03-07T23:56:00.000-05:002004-03-07T23:59:53.060-05:00It WORKS!!!! YAAAYYYY
oh yeah, and I updated some pics. check out The Project to see the masterpiece!beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1078688629271050342004-03-07T14:43:00.000-05:002004-03-07T14:46:53.466-05:00I have just spent the last 24 hours (almost solid) rebuilding a seed-spreader. why? you might ask. and I did as well at several points between breaking a sweat fighting with hardware to sewing at 1am. BUT it's going to be cool, and it's going to work, and it's a helluva lot more fun that doing a project sitting in the library! I've also learned how to fiberglass, sew and drill out rusted beanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172965.post-1078558504803639252004-03-06T02:35:00.000-05:002004-03-06T02:38:07.186-05:00Dear Yellow-shirt guy,
I know you kept looking at me and making eye contact on purpose. And I know you thought I was cute and I know you wanted me and that's why you and your friend came to dance right beside us for so long. And I know that you were just intimidated because of my cool confidence and good looks.
I know all of this because you were most likely the most ADORABLE person in thebeanerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04799939403381671746noreply@blogger.com