early afternoon is definitely a low time for me. Every day I have to tell myself how buzy I am and resist the temptation of my flanel sheets.

And my wardrobe decribes one person pefectly, myself. There isn't an article of clothing that doesn't reflect me in some sort of way. I like what I wear. Getting dressed in the morning is great fun, something that I haven't found to be enjoyable in a long time.

So, for those of you that aren't observant two of my three roomates have started a blog page. And maybe it's because I know that they are the greatest friends in the world, or maybe it's because their...... blogs are actually entertaining. Check em out.

-"What do you do when the only person that can stop you from crying is the one that made you cry?"

I wish these things would come with answers.

Which drink are you?

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See what Care Bear you are.

I went to queens this weekend for a conference for "First Year Integration Conference"
It's for first year engineers to promote awareness of their Engineering Society. I absolutely loved it.
This weekend changed my university experience.

I am an addict.

Now I know how smokers feel, well sorta in a way.

Which Internal Organ are you? Find out at willaston's lounge!



I know that you people are sick of this, but I really feel that the description fits me quite nicely.

I met this girl from 4N last night name 'Maybelline' she is wild and crazy and believe it or not, she talks more than I do. My roomate and I are going out with her next weekend she's waaay fun and all about flirting, but she doesn't really know that. She's aggressive like me to. But we share this one difference. She thinks that it is weird for someone male/female to shave their pubic hair.
You know, I thought that she would be a little more knowledgable being from Toronto and all, but I guess my 'big city' hypothesis has been proven incorrect.
The weirdest part? she's not even a virgin

Anyways.. before you comment, read the comment box description.

My best friend Tara has hoped on the wagon, which I am absolutely thrilled about because we NEVER get time to talk, no I get to know all about the crazy life she leads. I wish I went to school further north. Well... not really I love western, but I miss tara and the crazy times we (she) had.

Fuck men (not physically), seriously, who needs them (sorry guys). It's true, I've have more than enough shit going on and I'm not following my priority list, which on the top is myself (which is should be for all girls my age). I don't have time to deal with these emotional side effects, so Fuck 'em. From now on I do everything for my personal growth and men can just eat their hearts out, just like that super-fit, super-tanned, superficial hot guy checking me the whole time in the weight room this morning. But I didn't fall into his good looks, I didn't even bother making eye contact (I caught him staring at me through the mirror twice though, maybe he was just checking out my form) but seriously? what can come from a guy like that, and it's all probably in my head, or I just look like an easy lay, becasue I am definately not blonde and I definately weigh more than 100lbs. So yeah. "you like my butt? eat it beach boy."

help! my side bar just keeps getting bigger and bigger. Can someone please checkout my source and see what's up? There are no dimensions for me to change and the spacing is driving me up the wall!!!!

No Bill, thank you

Last night there wasn't much to do, and since I had bought all that alcohol I thought that I might as well drink some of it. Because of my emotional instability I was passed out on my bed before I had even finished one drink (Anna's drink= 1 pint of pop with 6-8 shots of alcohol) And then I woke up later that night with a terrible sore throat (I wasn't feeling up to par earlier, but after I woke up I felt like a crap) And I've been dying from it all day, the most recent development? burping. I can't stop burping, unless I want to be extreamly uncomfortable. But this evening there has been many occassion where I thought that I was going to get sick. Hopefully I'll be better for next weekend.

You'd think that as engineers we wouldn't have time for anything else but homework, yet the people on the floor (I'm on a faculty based floor) still manage to find time for practical uses of our knowledge such as, breaking in the bottom two rows of the vending machine, and fooling the wash-machine into thinging you paid but really it's just a stir stick.

seriously why are they such cheap-asses? because most of them only want to be engineers for the salary.

So a few of my floormates and I went out on a bus and ended up at the LCBO where I purchased a 26er of Southern Comfort and Wisers (yes 2 26oz bottles of hard alcohol) and a mickey of peach schnappes.

You want a piece of me life? BRING IT ON!!!!!

I have so much on my mind, but don't know how to say it

Janice and I called Phillip (the owner of the house) this morning and we are going in to sign the lease tomorrow!! I am so excited seriously though, it's such a fantasy, the name of the street is 'Piccadilly' and my bedroom (Janice and I have already decided which rooms are whose) is already painted lilac with white trim. And if you haven't noticed I adore the colour purple. There is even a fireplace (not really though, just looks like one without a chimney, I assumer it used to be one) and it's painted white, and is soooo cute. It's like we're going to live in a doll house, AND the Goodlife is down the street and Janice gets a free membership because she works there in the summer!!! To top it all off, we are allowed to have pets! Janice and I are so getting a kitten.

I have found my dream home. well... at least my ideal p.o.s student residence. My roomate went to see this house today and I absolutely loved it. Although it was the first house we've looked at I know that it's the one I want. It's fairly old, and has SOO much character, including a slanted kitchen floor. I love it. I couldn't ask for any more.

wow.. I just went and worked out with Janice, and then when I came back I made 2 easy-over eggs, 2 pieces of bacon, and a piece of whole wheat toast. It looked, and tasted, perfect.

Some guys would look soooo much better without thick plastic frames. Like the new weakest link guy, he just looks like a tart. Sure they look really great on some people but others they look like poo. That rule goes with girls too. Some people are just trying to follow the trend and not opening their eyes to see how foolish they really look. Thick frames are not for everyone.

Yes I know that I am being a crappy blogger and you probably get ultimately pissed off when you open my page to see that it isn't updated. But at the present time my mind is occupied with things that I can't share. sorry. Hopefully I'll be able to allow my mind to drift from the main focus and then share some more of myself with you.

Schniders fat free turkey breast, cream cheese, tomota meat (no seeds cut in half and make the appropriate slices so that it fits flatly on the sandwich) lettuce, salt and pepper, all on a toasted everything bagel. Try it, and thank me for the experience later.

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School is not interesting. All I do is feel guilty about what I am not doing. I have 500 integrals to do for tomorrow. not happening. I spent too much time earlier this week doing another form of Calculus. But Anyways. The only thing that keeps me going is meals. I love to eat. I just finished breakfast about half and hour ago and I'm already planning on what to eat for lunch. Without food my life would be empty. Well.. at least when everyone else is in class and I am sitting at my desk staring blankly at my text book.

My break wasn't long enough.

I've been away from a computer for so long I actually have to start looking in people's archives to read the blogs I've missed. I am so ashamed.

And again I apologise. I went skiing.