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Daniela's Blurty:
| Sunday, November 2nd, 2003 | |
| 12:55 am | Randomness Today was supposed to be a day of staying in and studying like a maniac. Naturally, I slithered out of my responsibilities by doing a BIT of work, then slacking. Then going out. The plan was to go with a small handful of former St. Joes girls to Screamers downtown. That fell through and I went with Jessica (this 4'11 Chinese girl who I never spent time with outside of school during highschool), and this girl Jen (who I NEVER talked to at all...and likes hockey), to Cafe Crepe. You know. My favorite place to go downtown thanks to Julia. It was pretty odd. Slightly awkward silences. I hate that. Just because I didn't really feel like randomly socializing today. Normally I'd love to sit down with someone I didn't really know that well and just talk for hours. But these weren't the kind of people you can do that with. So all in all I probably should have stayed home and studied. But whatever. Tomorrow afternoon Nick is coming over to help me with my French. I haven't seen him in a really long time so I wonder how much studying we'll actually do, versus the socializing. But really, c'est la vie right? And note: It's been over 24 hours without a cigarette and I'm not dying at all. Though the though "I would like a smoke" HAS crossed my mind, it hasn't been "Oh my god, I NEED a smoke." So I'm fine. HA. Take that all you negative thinker people. I'll prove you all wrong. Smoke IS disgusting, and I hate the smell as much as everyone else on Earth does. I will win this challenge! |
| Saturday, November 1st, 2003 | |
| 2:45 pm | Day One I woke up today a little bit too late (around one). I had been planning on getting up early to study because I really really really need to get through about four chapters. And it takes me painful HOURS to get through just one...and I usually spread that one out over a number of days. Eep. I'm so screwed. I absolutely hate when people talk to me online. I mean old "friends" (people that wouldn't pick up a phone to see how I was doing in a million years and vice versa) who randomly msg you saying "hey" and then not coming up with anything more interesting in the next 20 minutes or so of "chatting". It's enough to make me want to say "Excuse me, but I have things to be doing, and as much as I would love putting them off, I would rather do so by stabbing a pencil through my cheek and needing to go to the hospital, than talk to you." And yes, it's a run-on-sentence. But it's damn effective. I have officially stopped smoking. The other night when John was over he was criticizing me for still doing it. I had been planning (honestly, I know it sounds stupid....) to quit when my pack was finished. So last night with the help of Chris I finished it. And I plan to go smoke free for a month, just to prove that I can. Then John has to pay up. And I will be able to do this. Because I have a lot of will power and have decided to use it. Current Mood:  determinedCurrent Music: Marilyn Manson, This Is The New Shit |
| 1:14 am | Happy Halloween. Alcohol is my God. It was my mother’s birthday today, and I didn’t have any class. As a result, I stayed home, did laundry, baked a cake, and made dinner. Chris came over and helped me like the doll that he is, and we had a wonderfully successful cooking experience. After we finished, we had some wine with dinner. My mom couldn’t take her wine for some reason so I finished hers. Then I finished the bottle. Then I had three beers. Then I went to my friend Mike’s house and had another beer. And I was pretty damn smashed. Actually, by this point I’m no longer fun smashed, I’m just at the “I feel like going to bed after I wash my hooker eye makeup off” point. You know how it is. Either way, I think Mike kissed me on the cheek when I was leaving for some reason. And he was playing with my hair when I was resting on his lap during the tv watching at his house. Hmm. And I may or may not have kissed Chrissy when I was trying to get my beer back. Oops. |
| Friday, October 31st, 2003 | |
| 2:56 pm | Written Thursday. Another day, another lecture (and tutorial) skipped. I really need to get out of this horrible lazy slump. I’m PAYING for this education. Though that thought doesn’t seem to want to stick. I didn’t do as well as I hoped I would on my psych midterm. I only got 69.5% that’s horrible. I mean I was .5% off from getting a nice respectable 70%. Though even that isn’t good enough for SOME people *coughs JOHN coughs* Well I’m sorry, but as an underachiever I refuse to be too ambitious. Last night in the car my mom said “What do you plan to become when you get out of school anyway?” and I replied, “Useless.” Which is completely true. I’m studying psych and sociology for goodness sakes. Where is that going to get me? But I went on a rant to her about how prospective employers don’t care if you have specific training for a job (unless you’re becoming something specific of course), and how all they want to know is that you acquired the life skills that were necessary to get through university. Communication, critical thinking, bullshit, etc. She almost bought it. Just goes to show you that I’m right. |
| Tuesday, October 28th, 2003 | |
| 11:58 pm | The Sound of One Milk Carton Mooing.... Bonjour mes amis! And that’s about the extent of French that I feel confident in using outside of the classroom. Am I not getting my money’s worth? Pssh. What do you uneducated cretins know? I’m offended by your very presence. Today my French professor came in VERY upset because someone had stolen our CD player last night. Let me give you a little bit of background on my prof. This CD player is his baby. I’m not kidding. It must have cost AT LEAST $400 *according to him, and he’s very diligent about taking it to and from his car every night because he’s been warned that the cleaning staff steals them at night from the office’s. Last night, we had three monitors come in. David, Valentin, and Caterpillar-Eyebrow-Girl. We broke into groups while the prof went off with three students to do their oral test. He left the CD player in the original class while the other groups went into two separate rooms (I was in one of those groups along with Valentin, and most of the people I actually talk to in that class). So whatever, someone stole the CD player at some point that night within a five minute period. The man’s bald spot was RED with embarrassment and anger. It was frightening. He ranted for half an hour (this man NEVER wastes a minute of time). He kept asking us for our opinion on the matter. I kept trying to give my opinion only to be interrupted by him telling us how important it was for all of us to share our thoughts. So me and Annette (the girl I have grown quite fond of) were the only ones that ever tried to participate. And he was acting very emotional and frankly, being a baby. I tried to tell him that though it wasn’t his fault that this happened, it was still his responsibility to report the stolen CD player to the school and acquire a new one (we really can’t do the course without one). He totally took this out of context and kept saying my name at the beginning of every sentence ie. “DANIELA, doesn’t agree with me…she thinks this and this and this.” and “DANIELA feels that this is the way it should be done.” GAH. I’m pretty sure I was blushing. But that didn’t stop me. I refuse to have my words manipulated to make me look like an insensitive spoiled brat. What did he WANT me to say? I told him my honest opinion, and a fact. We HAVE to have it. He IS responsible. If he doesn’t say it got stolen today, then what does he do at the end of the year? Say “Oh sorry, I must have misplaced it.” *sighs* It’s not important. The important thing is, that today it seemed like I was stalking my French monitor. But it wasn’t my fault! He was just everywhere that I was! I sat down at a table with two girls I didn’t know, and then a minute later he showed up. His stuff had been there. We said hello and ignored each other. He and his girls had a twenty minute conversation about chocolate milk. It was pretty amusing. V: “Can I try some of that?” Girl 1: “Sure. Wait. Have you ever had this before?” V: [looks at her uncertain] “Chocolate milk?” G1: “Ya. Have you had it? Cause if you haven’t, then I’d be like whoa” V: “I haven’t had this TYPE.” (He’s from France. Not Quebec. And doesn’t speak English very well. ) G1: “Oh ok.” V: “How does it moo?” G1: “Well I think when you open a pressure seal is released and it makes the sound.” V: “What does it sound like?” G1: “Probably like… a ‘moo’. But it might depend on how you open it. Like if you open it slowly it might go ‘mooo’.” G2: “What if you don’t hear it the first time.” G1: [genuinely perplexed] “I don’t know.” V: “What can you win?” G1: [reading enthusiastically] “Over 25, 000 prizes to be won…” And it goes on like that people. It was humorous. But in a very sick, depraved sort of way. Then I ended up accidentally stalking the guy. He left the caf. I went to the library. He was at the computer next to mine. I went to study, I left the library, he was leaving the library. All in all, he thinks I’m in love with him because I blush furiously whenever he looks at me. But I do that when any guy looks at me. Damn not being prepared for male looks. And damn biology. I hate all-girls schools and my genetics. |
| Monday, October 27th, 2003 | |
| 11:04 pm | How to begin? Well perhaps I shall tell you about the peril I came across when faced with having to decide my username. I hate picking usernames because no matter what, at some point in the future, you end up hating yours. Like a diary entry. You write something personal (and what you percieve to be witty) down, and spill whatever lame (FLEETING!!!) emotions you might be feeling at the time... and for what? Only to read them months (who am I kidding?), minutes later and cringe. Right. So a username is like that. i.e. Bruisedapple. What th hell is that? What does that mean? It's not funny. It's not a cool song. It sounds all angsty. It's basically about how the fruit has been damaged...probably after it fell from the tree... it's all symbollic. But Cptnobvious came from ... well, the fact that I'm probably going to be making a lot of very obvious statements, so I might as well let you know now that I'm VERY aware of that fact. Good. We're all on the same page. I'll retire for now. But you have not seen the last of me. Current Mood:  stressedCurrent Music: N/A |