Explosions Part II

Firstly I would just like to point out that roman numerals are cooler. That is all.

As promised here are some pictures documenting the evening fun I partook (is that a word?) of last Sunday with some things at a place.

Yay Victoria (cowgirl hat!), "way to age, nicely done"!

The Equipment, a present from...(s?)he who shall remain annonymous.

Good times, congradulations all, oh hey, check this research out:
THE CITY OF WINNIPEG
FIREWORKS AND FIRECRACKERS BY-LAW
NO. 351/73
A By-law of THE CITY OF WINNIPEG to prohibit the sale and firing or setting off of fireballs, squibs and firecrackers and to regulate the setting off of fireworks within the City.

WITHIN the city....wait, what is considered "within" anyways? "I'm going to pull out whether or not you guys have all your limbs in the car." Thanks!

PEACE!

"Sunday", Featuring Nells/Explosions part1

Sunday was a day full of explosions. I also recognize that today is Monday, but yesterday was full of activities, and void of any available computers, thus the week of blogs will draw to a close tonight! Before any of that though, a funny "report" from the White House that I couldn't resist publishing:

Latest News From The White House:
Rumsfeld is reporting to the President and the Cabinet. He says, "Three Brazilian soldiers were killed today in Iraq." The President says, "Oh, my God!" as he buries his head in his hands. The entire Cabinet is stunned. Usually George Bush shows no reaction whatsoever to these reports. Just then, Bush looks up and says, "How many is a brazilian??"

Alrighty then, Sunday. It began in the wee hours of the day (~5:30) after a short night of intermittant sleeping. Sean came by at 6:25 and we headed over to the (former) Winnipeg Arena. After parking and almost-narrowly escaping the cut off we found a spot in the snow at the Home Depot parking lot and waited.....and waited.

Amusing highlights of the wait; cityTv news cameraman stationed right infront of us, little tweens who tried to sound smart by repeating our comments to their friends, Winnipeggers whose wit doesn't appear to kick in until after 10 am, and best of all (parent)"look at all those pidgens, flying to their death, they're going to explode in the blast" (child)"AHHHHHH" -now that is TOTALLY the parent I aspire to be.

After some random warnings the building just went "BOOM", I also only got one more picture in before my batteries died, so all pictures pertaining to the blast should be viewed here. This was my first demolition, however once all the dust and debris settled I clearly recognized that someone in city hall was probably cursing up a storm because the building was well, as another witty person put it, "a typical Winnipeg job...still standing".

After it was made appearent that the Arena wouldn't come down until much later (4 steel cables and a blowtorch infact) the masses began filing out and I got to stop by home for a quick bite before heading out again for worship practise. In retrospect I have some useful tips for anyone else who is interested in watching a demolition:
-get more than two solid hours of sleep beforehand
-eat breakfast before you leave
-listen to your inner conscious when it tells you to bring extra batteries
-bribe the nearby buildings to secure a rooftop perch
-if you're the type who is likely to jump outta your knickers, then a tripod is your friend

In order to make this entry shorter and errmmm, build suspense, I will save the other explosion story for a later date. Look forward also to some sweet pictures to document the event as I had changed the batteries by that time!

The final funnies is by my best friend Nelly, a piece on Hallmark, love, and emo tears. Enjoy!

Hallmark Day

Congradulations to us! now not only does the media tell us how to dress and think, and we can also be told when to love! Valentine's day is nothing short of a marketing gimmick created by some enviously smart hallmark employee who is currently pissing himself laughing at us while he wipes his ass with the money we hand over to him every year while hallmark rapes us from the back while we're too busy selecting roses. Think about it- if you get a present from your significant other on Valentines day, will you be surprised? Flattered? You're stupid if you are, since you're only getting a present because if your partner doesn't get you one, he or she will be labelled jerk, like the house that doesn't give out candy on halloween. No one likes those kind of people, and they often get their shit ruined by disgruntled teenagers, so don't be one. My friends will ruin your shit. None the less, I would never cancel Valentines day. I love Valentines day for the same reason I love easter and halloween; the loads of discount chocolate I take advantage of at safeway. Seriously, chocolate is a real bargain if you wait a couple days and is really a highlight of the year for me. None the less, having a valentine is still a plus. A present is a present, how shallow it is has no concern for me. I welcome chocolate into my life from anyone, whether I like you or not. Basically, if you can pull of a valentines day and make yourself look genuinely thoughtful, I applaude you. *applause*

Secret admirers are stupid. Allow me to explain: what better time to genuinely flatter someone than on Valentines day. Theres basically a big neon sign that says "BE ROMANTIC NOW" all over it.And if you get rejected, punch the person in the face so they'll be too ugly for anyone else! It's a win-win situation. I have to fully agree with a point that Michelle made on her blog a while back- "theres nothing worse than finding out someone liked you 6 months down the road. If people like me, i'd appreciate it if you let me know" -Michelle's blog. Basically, secret admirers are a nuicance and should be punished by death. No exceptions. If you are one of these people, see me, I have some arsenic I can lend you.

I'm not bitter because I don't have a valentine, I have one, and yes, Caitlin (I love you have my babies) counts because the whole point of a valentine is to get presents, as is the point of christmas. Everyone knows that. If I had a real valentine, i'd still just exchange candy with them, so same difference. Theres nothing i hate more than people moping around like someone pissed in their cornflakes all day because they have no valentine. Who the hell cares? It means nothing. It's shallow, just like you. So whipe up your emo tears and get over yourself. Buy me some candy to make yourself feel better and I too can be your valentine. We can make the "rape hallmark back" club by buying discount chocolate when they don't make as much money (and yes, all money made on v-day goes to hallmark, they're thieving bastards who work for the conservatives). On that note, everyone enjoy themselves on this festival of love and happy birthday to F-Rank.

Saturday, Featuring etiaK

Cheers to a day of awesome. I didn't get to sleep in as long as I would have liked (worship team practise @ 10am), but I got to spend some quality time with my buddy KEL, and I also bought a CD and we shared a brownie fudge ice cream sundae and it was (word of the day) luscious! The buses also ran perfectly on time and my new $2.99 shoes remained perfectly water resistant despite the trecherous lakes I had to cross the rest of the way home.

Kaite, also know as etiaK, also known as my SOUTH AFRICA BUDDY, fills today's funny blog space. Admit it, a week of funnies just isn't complete without atleast ONE shot in the general rednecked direction. 'Aye ho-up ya lie-eke it. PEACE! -huh, juss kidd-in!'

1000 visitors!!!!!!!

I would just like to make a special entry blog to tell everyone that my space has officially had 1000 visitors!!!!! That is soooo amazing! Thanks to everyone for checking my site and seeing what I have to say- I really appreciate it! This is really cool. Now I know what it feels like Cord! Well I hope you enjoy your time here, and if any of you have any ideas about how I can improve my site, I'm all ears! Blog you later (let's see how long it will take to reach 2000)

Kaite (P.S. the number doesn't include when I go onto my space- I found out when I tried to get the last 3)

Joke of the Blog: As this is a special blog, I picked an extra-funny joke

Redneck Driver's License Application


Last name: ________________

First name (check appropriate box):
[_] Billy-Bob[_] Bobby-Sue[_] Billy-Joe[_] Bobby-Jo[_] Billy-Ray[_] Bobby-Ann[_] Billy-Sue[_] Bobby-Lee[_] Billy-Mae[_] Bobby-Ellen[_] Billy-Jack[_] Bobby-Beth-Ann

Age: ____ (if unsure, guess)

Sex: ____ M _____ F _____ Not sure

Shoe Size: ____ Left ____ Right

Occupation:
[_] Farmer[_] Mechanic[_] Hair Dresser[_] Waitress[_] Unemployed[_] Dirty Politician

Spouse's Name: __________________________
2nd Spouse's Name: _________________________
3rd Spouse's Name: _________________________
Lover's Name: ____________________________
2nd Lover's Name: __________________________

Relationship with spouse:
[_] Sister [_] Aunt[_] Brother[_] Uncle[_] Mother [_] Son[_] Father[_] Daughter[_] Cousin[_] Pet

Number of children living in household: ___
Number of children living in shed: ___
Number of children that are yours: ___

Mother's Name: _______________________
Father's Name: _______________________ (If not sure, leave blank)

Education: 1 2 3 4 (Circle highest grade completed)

Do you [_] own or [_] rent your mobile home?

Vehicles you own and where you keep them:
___ Total number of vehicles you own
___ Number of vehicles that still crank
___ Number of vehicles in front yard
___ Number of vehicles in back yard
___ Number of vehicles on cement blocks

Firearms you own and where you keep them:
____ truck____ kitchen____ bedroom____ bathroom____ shed

Model of your pickup: _____________
Year pickup produced: 194____

Do you have a gun rack?
[_] Yes [_] No; If no, please explain:_________________________

Newspapers/magazines you subscribe to:
[_] The National Enquirer[_] The Globe[_] MAXIM[_] TV Guide[_] Soap World[_] Rifle and Shotgun

___ Number of times you've seen a UFO
___ Number of times you've seen Elvis
___ Number of times you've seen Elvis in a UFO

How often do you bathe:
[_] Weekly[_] Monthly[_] Not Applicable

How many teeth? ___
Color of teeth:
[_] Yellow[_] Brownish-Yellow[_] Brown[_] Black[_] N/A

Brand of chewing tobacco you prefer:
[_] Red-Man

How far is your home from a paved road?
[_] 1 mile[_] 2 miles[_] don't know

Friday, Featuring the Sack-man 3000 and Girish

Wow-the most amazing thing happened to me today, I SLEPT IN! It was CrAZy and I am so excited for the rest of the break. In other news however, for those of you who live with your head stuck up....errr, in the sand, the old Winnipeg Arena is being BLASTED and the KA-BOOM will commence around 7:15am this coming Sunday. Lemme know if you are interested in joining me.

Todays funnies will feature the talented Girish and his amazing scientific diagram. This entry has been in the back of my mind since the day I read it. It seriously made my day!


Sack-man

Imagine the world's greatest scientists holding a meeting and creating an invention that had onely one purpose. And that sole purpose was to be extremely profecient at sacking someone in the nuts repeatedly....Now imagine this invention being used on you.
My last call of my shift today felt the same way.


Random Ranting: Today was a beautiful warm day which I spent with Kaite and the dogs, and playing boggle, and after coming home I realized again how much distaste I have for crappy popular music and reality TV shows. This isn't actually much of a rant, I like to respect the fact that there are SOME good popular music artists, and you aren't necessarily an awful person if you love Trading Spaces (well.....) but ugh, every now and again it would be nice to hear the background of a real conversation, or somebody playing the piano, or, dare I say it, absolute silence.
My Message to the Masses: Break Free! and throw out all of your electronics out of yonder window,

so I can catch them, sell them on eBay, and use the money to purchase used books. Actually I am pretty sure I just like the word yonder.

"Did I mention how I was licking toad this one day and penguins ran off with my floppy drive? I don't think I did, and I'm not going to."

PEACE

Thursday, Featuring IAN

Today will feature the notorious stylings of Ian M. Walker.

Today my computer also just about turned into a time portal because it was seriously going THAT slow. I can hardly wait until I get my own computer! In other news, speaking loosely of murdering your computer, the quirky-quote (also a little sadistic) of the day:

"Lets put the laughter back into manslaughter".


BAKLAVA!!!

Ok so today was the first ever BAKLAVA. And I have to say It went pretty well despite little to no planning and failure to make anything.

First off I Know what some of you are thinking, "Ian your head Smeels like Head and Shoulders. . . . but you don't have Dandruff" my answer . . . I know.

Ok seriously though your probably wondering what in gods name of marry joseph rozencrats is BAKLAVA. well Let me tell you that BAKLAVA is the first of many made up holidays me and a select few ppl made up that throughout the year will be celebrated!

The basis of BAKLAVA is simple buy jello, buy whipped cream, Add some people\laughes, and BAM BAKLAVA is born.

NOW the fact that the man I originally was supposed to celebrate with was never too be found I was worried me and him (ANDREW WALTON) would never get to celebrate thus ending our future as husband and wife. (also the future of made up holidays) HOWEVER WE KICKED ASS BY FINDING EACHOTHER AND MAKEING SOME WATERY ASS JELLO IN MY BASEMENT.

Now some will ask what went wrong with the jello? well it could have been many things.
1 We mixed 3 flavours
2 We made one batch then a second More powerfulkl batch and put them together
3Measurement wasn't exact. . . . and by that I mean we didn't really . . . . at all
4 we tried to cool it in a freezer and not a fridge.

So yeah the BAKLAVA jello some may call a failure, BUT I CALL IT THE BEST BAKLAVA EVER!!!!!

So I leave you with the magic that was BAKLAVA in your heart and say
HAPPY BAKLAVA.

Quote: Me talking in math class "Time have sure Changed, I remember when you couldn't throw stuff at women. . . . . . . Because you had no arms. . . . . . cuz you where a fish and hadn't evolved yet?"

Wednesday, Featuring Stan the Camera Man

5hrs sleep+12hrs school+2hrs drama practise=one very tired Emily who almost wasn't going to blog tonight...
HOWEVER, the day still went pretty awesomely considering the following pictures:

From L-R: Mario (Frankie), Princess Peach (Emily), Luigi (Jared)

Peach gets a kiss from the Brothers!

In other news, I also visited the used book store today and bought four new used books:
-A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
-Gone With the Wind, Margaret Mitchell
-The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje
-The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood

Today's funny blog will feature the droll and subtle humour of Sean. For more visit his site which is permenantly under the links section. I personally can't get enought of the clones and the SeanTv!

Camera stuff or mail-bomb?

So today's question is "Is the package I just received the camera stuff I ordered or is someone trying to kill me?" The Cyrillic printing looks very ominous but it's best to take a reasonable approach to this. I looked a bit and found on the internet a lovely guide that tells you if someone is taking advantage of Canada Post to kill you or not.


Criteria:

1) Restrictive markings? No
2) Mailed from a foreign country? Yes
3) Misspelled words? No
4) Rigid? Yes, Bulky? I guess
5) Poorly typed or written? No
6) No return address? Yes

Total: 3/6
Lots of help that was. Either this isn't a bomb or my potential assassin has successfully passed grade 3. They know how to spell. I think I'll take a chance on it.

Tune in later and we may find out what the truth is.

Music I'm listening to: Sigur Ros - Ti Ki

Tuesday, Featuring JC-S, plus TOGA

I first off must recount what was probably the hightlight of my day; jaywalking across Pembina Highway during the middle of the day, in a toga. For those of you who express extreme bewilderment and perhaps a mild "she must be crazy I don't know her" attack, let me assure you that it was perfectly ligitimate. This week is school spirit week, and today just so happened to be toga/gladiator day. Grade 12's kicked some arse and tomorrow is looking even awesomer, hint: http://www.smbhq.com/ .

Now originally while I had planned on showcasing Jared's hilarious accounting of his mother and the unwanted case of beer, but then I realized that a)it was really long, and b)this one has a picture AND a disclaimer

La Creme 1

Shaving is Expensive! The other day I stepped my way into shoppers drug mart at a brisk pace on my way to work, and came into a head on collision with reality. I first made my way down the shampoo and condom Isle hoping to find some rasors and la creme but they werent there. In a state of haste, I felt it was necessary to ask the cashier where I could find some barber attire. She said Isle four. I said thankyou. To my shock I discovered the following price list.
Shaving creme - $2.49
8 Blades - $26.48
...............Jesus Christ

Secondly. Yes, I am Cheap

And Lastly I'll ask everyone to take a look at the picture that I drew. Warning: It is incredibly irrelevant to anything. You may want to take a look at the disclaimer before veiwing.

Disclaimer: By clicking the picture you take full responsibility for any detatched retinas, stigmata, erections, and orphus bleeding you may experience. Side effects may also include spontanious branding of the skin. Words may include - Vagina, Nipple storm, and "this picture rocks." By viewing the picture you will not reserve the rights to think or say the following. "Jared only made a disclaimer because he likes the word disclaimer"

My favourite bit of the picture (aside from its complete randomness!) was the fuzzy house with the big feet and the squared mouth. Actually, you know what, there are no apperant size restrictions on these entries and I have complete masterly over the copy and paste buttons so he goes:

The Beer Story

well in the spirit of the new year approaching I figure I would tell a story about alchoholic beverages. So here I go. One night, Before the band trip Me and my pal Frankie had this crazy Idea that we would buy some beer. So we did. It was a little difficult because we had no hook up so we asked a latino dude infront of the beer store to buy it for us. He cooperated and we were ever so happy. Then me and frankie split. he took his beer home and stocked it in a basement fridge with ease because his mom was out of sight. I ON THE OTHER HAND got home to find my sister sitting in the front foyer for no dam reason. So i left the beer on the porch and went inside to try to get my sister to leave the foyer so i could store the beer in a save place. For some dumb ass reason she was doing homework in the front foyer, which she NEVER DOES. anyway i figured shed leave soon and as I started to relax my mom walked in the front door holing
2 six packs of bud. My mom does not approve of beer. In a panic state my brain runs on an index I like to call "Excuses - Verson 236.6." This is what this built in program in my brain does: It throws out random incomplete excuses forcing the parent to construct their own excuse based on what they think their child would or would not do. here is how the conversation went.

Mom : Hello jared, what is this.
Jared: It isnt mine
Mom: Then whos is it
Jared: its someone elses
Mom: What is it doing on our porch
Jared:.......Its someone elses
Mom: Whos?
Jared: I cant say
Mom: This is for the band trip is it not?
Jared: thats rediculous your not allowed to bring beer on the band trip
Mom: lies
Jared: It isnt mine
Mom: Dont lie to me jared
Jared: ok
Mom: whats it for
Jared: Someone else
Mom:Who
Jared: Theyre coming to pick it up later
Mom:you bought this for someone else?
Jared:........yes.............................Yes! i did!
Mom: did they ask you to buy it cause you look old enough?
Jared: absolutely
Mom: Why did you do it
Jared: Its for someone else
Mom: did you do it cause you get tip
Jared : Yes
Mom: Dont do it anymore
Jared: Ok, but I have to put it back on the porch cause theyre coming to pic it up.....

By this time I was relieved, my mom was in the kitchen filling out my band trip form and she had no idea that i would be drinking what was on the porch. 3 short minutes later i say to myself. -Holy shit i have to get this shit off the porch.- With my mom sitting in the kitchen in clear view of the front door, and the door being old enough to make a big enough sound when opened to be heard anywhere in the house, getting the beer off the porch proved to be quite difficult. Then my golden gate of oppurtunity opened, but would close in the next 60 seconds. My mom took a short bathroom break, but unfortunately could still Hear the door.

In One Minute, In Bare Feet, In an intense state of haste I did the following
-Ran to the second floor
-went into my brothers bedroom
-took the screen off the window
-opened the window
-climbed out the window
-walked on the roof in a foot of snow to the branches of a tree
-climbed down the tree
-ran to the porch
-got the beer
-ran to a bush and threw the beer into it
-climbed the tree
-ran accross the roof
-climbed into the window
-re-attached the screen
- went down stairs to the kitchen table

I greeted my mom as she came out of the bathroom. It would be an hour before she would check the porch, to which I would reply.... "They must have picked it up." A happy ending indeed which led to an exceptionally kick ass band trip. Hope you enjoyed this story. The Moral is, "You will get caught eventually, but beer is so good, that you have no choice." Lessons learned. Beer is good.

You know what else is good though, chocolate milk, especially when it comes in those cute little 1L containers. Thats about all I have for tonight, wow these are WAY too long. PEACE!

Monday, Featuring AJW

For this entire week starting today, I have desided to showcase a blog entry from various people that I know which make me laugh. Today I thought I'd kick it off with a personal favourite of mine, starring the works of my good frienemy, AJW.

Large squid for sale. Squishy. 55pounds. In need of a good home. If interested call.....

okeeeyyyy here we have it, the long awaited (unlikely), informative (doubtful), grammatically correct (yeah right), and well thought out (ok now you're just lying) info-session-thingy on What Guys Look for in a Girl/Woman, printed especially for all you female types out there. This may also be referred to as a "list" by some.

1) A Pulse. A pulse is crucial. Not only does it show that you are very likely alive beyond most probability...........actually that's all that it shows a guy, that you're alive, and that's the single most desirable quality in a woman (for you guys that don't care if a woman is alive, well you disgust me)

2) The capability to breathe under your own power. This is a major turn on. But for those of you hooked up to artificial respirators, DO NOT FEAR! If you have a pulse, this is still the number one criteria for men. The ability to breathe using your own diaphragm (or whatever muscle it is you breathe with, if that's wrong, i'm not going for scientific accuracy here ok?) shows us, for one, that you have functioning muscles, from this we assume that you can do other things with other muscles, such as cook us dinner or do the laundry. Also, in the event you stop breathing during a heated make out session, at least we'll know you didn't become unplugged, and hopefully call a paramedic or something

3) Not in a coma. Well i think this is pretty self explanitory. A coma would mean a guy has to fend for himself (you can only live on Kraft Dinner for so long I'm afraid), and because it's been scientificly proven that guys cannot do laundry, it would be very taxing on his wallet to have to keep buying new clothes or at least something to cover the smell. comas are also bad for a guy action-wise, cuz i don't think there'll be any screwing around in a hospital bed with someone in a freaking coma! GOD YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK!

ummm yeah, i hope that cleared some stuff up, now get over here and cook me something typing all this worked up an appetite.

(PS: to all feminist types, I think my following response should suffice to answer/counter any remarks you have: "I don't care." Thank you, and that is all)
(PSS: hey Beautiful Girl)


CHEERS, and don't forget to check back tomorrow for the next installment!

Update in the Life of Emily

For what seemed like the first time in my life, I actually made a conscious effort to wear lots and lots of green (thereby also avoiding the pinching) this St.Patricks Day! Every visible piece of clothing I wore that day was green, except for my shoes of course.
My Green Wardrobe:
-sea green fuzzy socks (resembles mold poking through my shoes!)
-corderoy deep green skirt
-funky green ribbon-like belt
-green "everyone loves an Irish girl" t-shirt that I picked up for $5 in Bemidji
-comfy green zip-up hoodie
-dangley earrings with lots of little green "jewels"
-and as a piece' du (de?) resistance' I smudged on some green eyeshadow (yeah, I know you are all like...."WHAT, EMILY, in...MAKEUP?????.....must be her most rebellious act since Jr.High..." (rolls eyes!) yeah, but hey, it was St.Patricks Day!

Upon returing to my house I realized that I had recieved some mail, an unusual and generally exciting experiance. Some mail from church which...actually slips my mind at the moment, because I was severly more preoccupied with the larger and thicker piece of mail which contained my long awaited grad proofs!

After despondently flipping through them the first go round I sorted through again and found a few that were passable. I think I have now narrowed it down to two. Note: Beware of the up and coming opinion solicitations.


Following some quality JM (Jerusalem Market Place!) I was invited to The Green Party.

It was a pretty sweet get together which included many other green things. Amoung such green activities were the following:
-making green pancakes (opps, for some reason the picture re-oriented itself...meh)
-eating mint chocolate chip ice cream
-eating lots of other green food stuffs
-pass the green onion, a game which warrent some explanation; it's kinda like pass the potato in the aspect that when you hear the music playing you continue to pass the green onion and stop when the music stops, but instead of taking a layer off a present you had to eat the green onion in less than 30 seconds, I ate my share on the last round, the room stank like onion breath for much of the remaining evening
-green finger painting, fairly self-explanitory, I made a leprechaun
-the signing of the Green Party oath....may or may not have binded me to vote Green for the rest of my life, not entirely sure "I hereby pledge to forever join the Green Party of Canada conditional to my signing this form and or entering this household."

Yay!

Group Photo!

The evening concluded for me around 12:45 when I realized that I would not be free to sleep in and go for a run, but I had to wake up at 6am for a long day of work. Boo Urns! Happy Belated St. Patricks Day!!!

Marshmallow Chemistry

We are learning about mechanisms in chemistry right now....this just made them twice as fasinating, not to mention 10 x as tasty!

Materials

Michelle Assembles

Voila' (note: the uppermost "line" is the net reaction, the subsequent three "lines" are the proposed mechanism!)

The Legend of the Marshmallows (and by legend I mean KEY not MYTH)

Is it just me, or is it normal to be a little bit wary of flavoured and coloured marshmallows? Do you think that marshmallows are actually naturally white...not suggesting that they would naturally be pink, green, yellow or orange either, but......Oh well, that still didn't stop me from sampling my fair share of the "extras"!

The Shifty Contract

The Pyramid of Extras

Bonus Fun! The building of a tower of Choas and Disorder!

And NOW for a picture of the night! It is by no stretch a good night photo (I haven't bought a tripod yet!), but the tree silhouette agaist the night sky just instils a feeling of deep calm in me. Maybe next time I will try to get less noise at the bottom, and maybe I'll trying it will an even slower shutter speed.

Meh, just thought I'd throw that in becasue it is WAY past Emily's bed time (AFTER MIDNIGHT ON A SCHOOL NIGHT....CLASSES TOMORROW START AT 7:30AM!) and I desire that darkness.

Peace Out, until next time...ZZZzzzz...

I am going to...PURGATORY!

What level of Hell will YOU be subject to?

Take the test NOW!!!

These are my resluts:

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Extreme
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	High
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very Low

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test ( but appearantly the link does not work there, so here it is: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv )

Sweet Deal Man! FYI: I found this "life-altering" test while googling Dante Inferno for my AP English project due this Monday.

And remember folks, even if you are fated to end up in Hell, don't kill yourself out of sorrow, or else you'll spend eternity in THE WOOD OF THE SUICIDES (circle 7 round 2!) where you will become a thorny tree and the odious Harpies will give you eternally recurring wounds. (gotta love the middle ages no?)

Good Luck!

p.s. Hey, check it out, also a seven deadly sins report. My results again:

Greed:	Very Low
Gluttony:	Very Low
Wrath:	Very Low
Sloth:	Very Low
Envy:	Low
Lust:	Very Low
Pride:	Medium

Discover Your Sins - Click Here

Aerobics Time with Jane Fonda

I believe (as a boy named Chris said to me today) that it takes a very independant and/or self confident person to be able to take a class "where you have no friends [in the class]".

I am currently taking Grade 11 gym, it is the last mandetory credit that I must take before graduating, if I don't pass this gym course I will NOT graduate from High School! I have not taken gym since the beginning of Grade 10, and last year I couldn't fit it into my schedule.

Things so far had been looking good, I took cross training a few weeks ago and loved it, and I began stress managment this monday. What I DIDN'T see coming however was todays class. We had beeen doing to nice relaxing thing, taking about nutrition, doing some yoga, even listening to those relaxatio tapes, but TODAY we decied to turn to some "real" exercise in the form of a bad 80's workout video!

Thats the exact one that we watched, AND participated to, low impact aerobics!

All in all though it wasn't as bad as it sounds, despite me being in the front row. If I didn't end up "strengthening my core body" from the workout I definatly worked my abs with all the laughter. If you are even bored enough I recommend doing this video, if nothing else it will make you grateful that people no longer wear belts and one piece spandex body suits to the gym.

Today's my Lucky Day!

Today I found a new pair of socks (from Valentines Day) while cleaning up my room. I found them underneath an old Future Shop flyer. They are pretty sweet. Tomorrow I think I will try cleaning up the rest of the papers in my room to uncover further hidden treasures.

Don't you just hate when you are a person who loves neat and organized things but your room is constantly a MESS? I think it must be genetic or something...apparently my Granny used to save everything from bacon wrapper (no joke!) to newspapers to clothing and pretty much everything in between. My vigor for pursuing genetics is rekindled.

Don't you also just hate when you are so smart that your brain has made WAY too many neural connections? Alright, maybe it's just me then, but I have such a spazztic neural pathway, too fast for my own good.

Observe (approx. timeframe=0.783seconds);
messy room --> things that make my room messy --> CD's littered all over my dresser --> music --> the "cool" new music I listened to recently

So a friend of mine has been working away, introducing me to electro music since the summer, and more recently gave me a website full of electrical music nerdyness (see links). The other day I found one of the greatest songs, basically a classical piece done electronically. Check it out, it's under downtempo-electrical classical, and it's the third song by Wenwaldyter Carlos called Sinfonia to Cantata NO. 29. If you aren't into classical music, and/or you hate electro with the firy passion of a thousand burning suns then this song may not be for you. However, if you are cool like me, then you will love listening to it over and over and over.

Thats about it folks, g'night!

Sprechen Sie N3RD?

Today I "skipped" school and found myself at the University doing my extra-curricular biotech project. Since we ran the mass spec (g33k sp3@k for the mass spectrometer) on Saturday, it was ideal that we analyse the results in a timely fashion. Today has been an extensively nerd-filled day. And for those of you who know what I am talking about, it has also been a day full of very bad puns.

I also got to spend an extended lunch hour with mum (*ahem*: very bad puns) commencing with the "spiritual maze" that was set up at the University. For me it wasn't so much spiritual (I am under the belief that God exists also in places without the ambiance...) but none-the-less it was relaxing and I enjoyed not being told off for walking back backwards (no talking policy).

We then went for lunch, I got shrimp egg rolls and some milk to pour into my container of cereal. Nothing really nerdy to say about that, except maybe the long trek to find a recycling bin. A hop, skip, and a photoclub later I was up in Physics being shown how to analyse proteins by the most amazingly computer nerd guy EVER. He was a GENIUS, it was flipping AMAZING! He was also actually to guy who designed the software and the rest of the software pretty much used in the labs. I was in AWE, one day NASA is going to hold him for randsom.

Results were in so I headed to my daddy's office for some good 'ol FOOSEBALL. I bought him a miniature fooseball game that has an indexer for Christmas, it is pretty sweet. I opened up a can of whoopass and finished the game with twice his score (the egotistical way of saying I beat him 2-1). The finale came in the small packagings of a Future Shop box. Yes, my 2GB memory card finally arrived. I am VERY VERY excited as my new camera was not having much luck with it's mealsy 32MB and 64MB cards. The jack-knife used to open it was one that my envirothon team won last year!

It appears to have space for ten hundred and fifteen pictures.

Au revoir.

1-888-2-DONATE

Two things of notable interest happened to me today. After returning from the University, Olwyn phoned me and inquired if I had any interest in accompanying her to VMC to donate some good 'ol blood. Having completed this whole "blood giving" process once before, I felt I was no longer a novice and felt up for the challenge!

Things started out well, aside from being rubbed to death with the iodine...

It was going smoothly, a little too slowly though (my RHR was only 66!), so it was determined that I should have the needle pulled out just a smidge. Imagine how elated the nurse was when it started flowing three times as fast, imagine how shocked my body was.

To this day I have never fainted before, but had they not extracted the needle from me, I think it would have been quite the experiance. Olwyn on the other hand, squeezed out the requirements in about 6 minutes, and I could only be reconciled in the fact that last time I beat her full bag versus collapsed vein!

I was also consoled with some apple juice and a piece of chocolate cake....and some cookies....and part of a doughnut.....so the moral of the story is, drink plenty of fluids before donating blood.

Hey, I'm pretty sure I heard that somewhere else too???

In other news however, I got to accompany my dad (last minute) as his date in leiu of my mum to some fancy-to-do University banquet at the University ("Faculty") Club. I unfotunatly am still waiting on that 2GB memory for my new camera, so I was unable to take photos. I did some meet and greet with University hierarchy, and the bartender served me wine, despite knowing full well my underage status. I have desided it's against my better interests to sue however, given my future education and my parents' job security.

All in all it was not the way I had planned my friday off, but interesting none-the-less.