What more is there to give? Yeah, I'm a bit of a whiner this week, perhaps I'm emotional, moody, or God forbid premenstrual.

Who's Afraid Of Virginia Wolf received a standing ovation tonight. Why do people do it so often? Is it the thrill of seeing live theatre in Fort McMurray -- Or perhaps politeness? I did like it, some parts at least... but ( Read more... )

You'd think I could suppress my insecurities.

Conversation of the day:
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Aimee pulls out deliciously satisfying and wonderful Coca Cola and takes a swig
bRENDAN: *gasp* Can I have a sip of your coke?!
Aimee: *grumpy* no.
bRENDAN puts out his hand, Aimee hands it over
Aimee: (bitterly/humorous) *sigh* What don't you try to take ( Read more... )

- Doing two excellent essays back to back
- Learning 6 new physics formulas on my own, and learning that I'm doing them right
- 7 physics assignments. Done.
- Making up the day I missed in 3 hours
- Solving my Rubik's cube in 11 minutes!- Learning a new Rubik's cube maneuver called the Double H Rollover ( Read more... )

I am so sick of sorry. Sorry doesn't fix shit. Verbal foundations don't stick well with me. Your actions are what I'm reading ( Read more... )

( I leave you with this )

I feel terrible ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt that a disheveled premature baby, with skin like a wet paper bag, crawled out from me and into my bed, flopping grotesquely about. It was unable to breath, because it had only bumps for a face. It struggled and flailed its arms for a second, shaking it's head from side to side violently, and stopped instantly... dead ( Read more... )

People who punch or slap my breasts deserved to be hung and quartered in the village square. Or at least disemboweled.

That is all.

I'm so calm right now ( Read more... )

One thing that I doubt I could ever get sick off is gay men and their nonstop, never ending information about fellatio.

Glorious.