Right. So I have a telemarketer stalking me... this guy has called a couple times when I haven't been in, and when I called back, it took me to the answering machine of an advertising company or something. hmmmmm... it's definitely not the telemarketer guy who offered me dinner cuz he was from Bell long distance. speaking of which, I haven't received my free dinner yet... Just been working heaps lately... went to Roozy's house party up at Yonge and Finch. man that boy can cook! Hit G-spot (yes, it's a club... :P) after cuz it was Kat's last night promoting and partied it up until 3am. Dude, that place is filled with sleaze. Had an awesome time cuz of the good music and the wonderful company but... aiiii... I hate clubbing only for that reason - the grabby guys. Got to go to Kensington and buy lots and lots of fruit on Sunday morning! And Aussie cheddar cheese... YUM! June told me that you should eat 5 different fruits each day to be truly healthy... except I'm kind of afraid to since I once read that if you eat too much fruit you'll get diarrhea. And isn't that kind of silly - being healthy and having diarrhea at the same time? Anyways... hung out with Lorien after Kensington, then met up with Emily, Eufrichiya and Elaine - the latter two whom I work with... went to Duke of York which has the bestest brownies in the world! Headed to a place called Wish on Charles st... SO GOOD. love that place - outdoor patio with couches, a scented fountain and awesome music... Man, it really pisses me off when people talk shit about your friends, especially if there is absolutely no base to the talk... Some people are so angry about nothing because that's the only thing that keeps them alive and that is so sad... their enjoyment is when someone else fails in life - but they are the ones who will be on their death bed wondering why they bothered hating so much. they start to spread rumours about people they were once friends with because they are afraid of so many things - they don't want to be left behind, they feel as though they need to put on a brave face.. they are jealous, or they have no one left to hate. This guy I know only has one friend left in the world - one person who hates the world as much as he hates the world... and what happens when they run out of things to hate and people to bitch about - will they hate each other? Bitterness, my friends, will eat you from the inside out and suck you dry until you do not know who you are or where you are going or why you are alive... and you will be lost. you will be empty and you will have no soul..
On a happier note (for some people at least, who don't have access to a car) I went on the highway yesterday during my driving lesson!!!!!! SO EXCITING! and, I'm done. Gots to work this weekend... maaaaan... I'm getting used to it actually. I hated working at jacob at first but now it's not so bad. It's one of those things that you just put up with after awhile and I like the people I work with... so much to do and so little time to sleep. haha.. and I got called a 'cutie patootie' today apparently... by a BOY! *gasp* I was in the changing room at Sporting Life cuz they had this SUPER cute pink workout shirt... and Marianne called to tell me that right after her convo with boy.. June thought I was talking to myself again. I mean.. umm.. yeah. Parsons and my emails yesterday..
me: nope... i'm cold right now. ahhh, sweater. have driving from 1-4pm on the freeway!!!!! so excited! umm... tutorial from 5-6, class from 6-8:30, then harthouse at 9pm... good times.
Parsons: are you learning on manual transmission or automatic? do you suck at
driving... ? these are all important questions. of course, statistically
speaking you should suck at driving because a) you're a woman b) you're
Chinese and c) I don't have a third reason, but I wanted to pretend that I
had one anyways.
me: haha.. just for your information, i am learning on manual, i am a kickass driver and i went on the freeway today!!! woohoo!!! contrary to popular (eg. your) belief, i should be wonderful at driving since a) I'm a woman [and therefore less flashy with my driving skills (or in some people's case... lack of)] b) i'm chinese which means i've weathered the harsh conditions of China and the rough terrain there... it's a hard life.. and c) you so do not have a third reason so i don't believe i should have one either. d) nor should i need a fourth.
Parsons: Shar, you don't have a hard life. Nor do you live in China. wtf??? It's commonly known that the majority of car crashes are due to crazy
chinese women trying to drive while on their cell phones. and you are a) crazy
b) chinese c) a woman and d) you have a cell phone. in conclusion bite me.
hello? guy? nitz? nitz guy? where did you go guy? hello? nitz guy?
Parsons [again]: a word of advice. Don't have second thoughts. Because two could lead to three ... and then when will it stop? You could be thinking forever!
Parsons [YES, AGAIN]: Nitz: "I'm sick of having to hang out with friends who don't even care what I do ... blah blah blah Kimmy."
Gimpy: "Well, I'm sick of always been treated as second to some girl
you've had a crush on since junior high!"
Rocco: "And I'm sick of being treated like an idiot just because I go
to a community college that doesn't have a fancy four year program... or
books printed after 1970"
Girl: "I hate it when you drop everything for that ditzy redhead ...
Kimmy this, Kimmy that..."
Cal: "You know what guys? I hate it when bugs fly up your nose. 'Cause
then when you blow your nose, you've got bugs in your boogies!!"
heheheh...
I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee,
I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee,
I'm squishing up the baby bumblebee,
I'm squishing up a baby bumblebee,
I'm wiping off the baby bumblebee,
I'm wiping off the baby bumblebee,
Oh, I'm bringing home a baby bumble bee
Oh, I'm bringing home a baby rattlesnake
Oh, I'm bringing home a baby turtle
Oh, I'm bringing home a baby dinosaur
Version 1
Won't my mommy be so proud of me,
(Cup hands together as if holding bee)
Ouch! It stung me!
(Shake hands as if just stung)
Won't my mommy be so proud of me,
('Squish' bee between palms of hands)
Ooh! It's yucky!
(Open up hands to look at 'mess')
Won't my mommy be so proud of me,
(Wipe hands off on shirt)
Now my mommy won't be mad at me!
(Hold hands up to show they are clean)
Version 2
Won't my mommy be so proud of me
'Cause I'm bringing home a baby bumble bee --
Buzzy, buzzy, buzzy --
(spoken): OOOOH, it bit me!
Won't my mommy shiver and shake
'Cause I'm bringing home a baby rattlesnake --
Rattle, rattle, rattle --
(spoken): OOOOH, it bit me!
Won't my mommy really pop her girdle
'Cause I'm bringing home a baby turtle
Snappy, snappy, snappy --
(spoken): OOOOH, it bit me!
Won't my mommy fall right through the floor
'Cause I'm bringing home a baby dinosaur --
Gobble, gobble, gobble --
(spoken): OOOOH, it ate me!