Wednesday, July 12, 2006

I figured I'd be Scooter...

I am by no means offended by being Scooter. I always liked Scooter. I'm just not sure the description actually describes me.


You Are Scooter

Brainy and knowledgable, you are the perfect sidekick.
You're always willing to lend a helping hand.
In any big event or party, you're the one who keeps things going.
"15 seconds to showtime!"

I miss math a little...

I just did this 'blogthing' and thought the outcome was pretty dope.

You Passed 8th Grade Math

Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!

Friday, June 30, 2006

Me? A Parrot?

You Were a Parrot

You are a master of language, and you use your wit to mock and tease others.
But you are also wise, and you often think carefully before you speak.
I'm not gonna lie, I do like the outcome of this and feel as though it could possibly be true. It's funny, though, because it could describe me to a 't' and alternately could be completely negated by my inability to speak properly. It depends on who you are as to whether or not you agree with this...I have clearly given this too much thought.

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Europe?

I occasionally have to remind myself to exhale. I can't tell if this is anticipatory excitement or a case of low-level apoplexy. I am so tired and therefore can't sleep. I was in bed by midnite...saw two...saw four...woke up at five, and haven't fallen back asleep yet. It is now six thirty. I feel like a piece of glass...emotionally.

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I'm now eating cereal, thinking that perhaps I'm hungry and have simply lost the ability to tell. I'm not enjoying the experience really. I officially feel like I'm leaving now. I realize it's not for a long time, but it is the longest time I will have been (future perfect form of 'to be') outside of the Saskatoon/Outlook loop, let alone Canada. Oh great...heartburn. Cheerio's apparently don't agree with my digestive system. Isn't that symbolic...

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Now that I have milk in my system, I'm going to crawl back onto my bed and hopefully fall asleep. If not, I'll probably return and write more. I have to get used to doing this, as it will be a way of conveying my life's events in other countries. My jaw hurts, and I just had to remind myself to exhale again.