Um... Alanis Morrissette is WHAT?!!!

Have you ever met someone who's very existence irritates you to your very CORE, who is so abrasive that you seriously consider lighting them on FIRE just to find repose???? Well, I worked with that person today. Let me tell you, to say that it was no picnic would be like saying that Mount Everest is high.
I have never heard so much inane, vapid chatter in my entire LIFE!!! Just shut UP! And the crap that came spewing out of her mouth...SERIOUSLY!!!
Apparently, the Cup is not haunted by a ghost, as we have believed. APPARENTLY, it is haunted by...drumroll please...Jesus. Yes. That's right. Jesus is haunting Second Cup, because, apparently, He doesn't have anything better to do. And-GET THIS-it is all because of the Communist cookies! Because the raspberry stars apparently have a political affiliation. She then proceeds to tell me that she doesn't like Alanis because she thinks that she is God. Why, you may ask, does Alanis think she is God? Because she played God in Dogma. Playing a role in a movie now apparently makes you into that role! Its so sad though, because by the end of the shift, I was openly insulting her, and she DIDN'T GET IT!! She called a customer a GRUMPIPUSS !!!!! She told another couple, who was sitting on a couch, talking and holding hands, to GET A ROOM!!! They weren't regulars, she just randomly does things like that!!!
I guess you learn something from each experience in life...today I learned restraint...BAH.

IT IS FINISHED.

German is done. ForEVER. Now it will all fall out of my head. Hooray.

We Got It!

So we are moving...again...but now we will be neighbours with Alissa! (Heheh...sucks to be Alissa...) We got the apartment, and we get to move in in July. I don't want to move, but moving into there will be very cool! Hardwood floors, fireplace, creepy laundary room, probably haunted...does it get any better?
Before we move, I need to downsize my collection of crap...I am such a packrat, and we had no time to downside before the first move. This apartment has less storage, so it gives me a good reason to get rid of lots of junk...my mom is so proud...

AH!! BLOODY HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WE JUST GOT NOTICE THAT THE BUILDING WE JUST MOVED INTO HAS BEEN SOLD, AND IS BEING CONVERTED INTO CONDOS!!!!!!!!!!! WE JUST MOVED!!!!!!!!!! ARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So. Who wants to help us move? And does anyone know where we can live? I am checking to see if Alissa's building still has that one apartment for rent...if not...CRAP!

So sei es.

So my cool friend Katie, who is a pyrotechnician (she blows things up...) is moving to Calgary tomorrow. *sniff* And she is having a goodbye thing tonight...and I CAN'T go!! I'm pretty choked...stupid not-having-a-car...bah. Stupid work...whatever.

I am so freakin' sick of GERMAN! If I have to read one more stupid subjunctive phrase again, I'm going to light the textbook on fire! FIRE! I really don't mind closing shifts at work...but I feel like I am totally out of the loop in the socialialites of the Cup...thats right, SOCIALITIES! (I'm an English major, and I can make up my own words if I wanna!!)
Man am I depleted...I could curl up into a ball in a dark room and sleep for a month. That would be awesome...no work, no German, no nothing. Just sweet sweet sleep. The apartment is starting to actually look homey, even though there are still boxes everywhere...These two are the only ones that could be presentable so far...

The bathroom...I have a Stitch infatuation...

The living room...it'll look much nicer once its actually unpacked and clean...which won't happen until we are done german...in only 5 days...

Hier wird Deutsch vorlesen...schlecht.

If anyone tells you that taking 6 credits of reading German in 6 weeks is a good idea, RUN AWAY SCREAMING!!!!!! So German is not an easy language to read and translate. First of all, it has bloody genders, like French...who cares if the sun is masculine, or if the chair is feminine?? Really! It also has a case system. Four cases. ARGH! German is hard! Yup...and I have a midterm on Monday. A two and a half hour long MIDTERM. Yup. Maybe I should buy the german Glamour to practice....heh. I can't wait be done,to be able to return to opening shifts...although, i forgot that closing isn't bad, because its much more lax than a morning shift...maybe I'll just close once in a while.

I worked with Emily last night, and after close, we decided to put in some good music. So Emily, being the cool chick she is, pulls out her CD wallet and puts in Nightwish, which can be described as operatic metal...and man, oh man, they rock!! I totally got hooked! Which isn't that surprising, because I'm a serious music junkie...the mp3 collection on our computer has over 4000 songs!!!
So if anyone needs music, I'm the girl to talk to.

The date for the make up concert with DAVID USHER FINALLY was posted...he's coming back on July 17th...right before my birthday! (Although I'm pretty sure that it isn't scheduled then because of that...) I'm still waiting for his CD that I PREORDERED to show up...it was ordered over a month ago. I emailed them and they still haven't responded...so I have had to be content with downloading the album for now...but it's just not the same.

Very nice, Dana...

Wow...not only is Rebecca a yoga guru, but she's hot, and she can cook too!

Happy Cinco De Mio!

My boyfriend is ever-so dreamy....

THE ALBANY IS FILLED WITH EVIL!!!!!!!!!!

So Christine and I made it out of there safely, with the help of Russ's goon friends and withstanding hurtling obsenities from Jabba the Hutt...and I now have a new home. It is cozy, and has pretty red curtains! I love Ikea.
The oppressors at the Cup have now deemed U2 to be "too wild" and that the tone of music that we want is "mellow"... as in "i-just-swallowed-three-bottles-of-valium-and-tried-to-drown-myself-in-the-shower" mellow...or as Alissa says, "fall-asleep-and-drool-on-your-shoulder" mellow. So now all new mixes must be approved by one of the oppressors...which means that Cass has to take all of her mixes, pick out the "appropriately mellow" songs, and build new "mellow" mixes...stupid mellow...
It's all because of the oppression...jerks...

Cancelled!

I haven't been able to post in a while...stupid school...but on the ninth Russ and I went to the David Usher concert! However....the concert was at Union Hall, which is on 62ave and 99st. So we took the bus to Southgate to save cab fare. Normally I go with Co-op because they don't suck, but we were in a hurry and went with Yellow Cab, who I hate. The retard cab driver took us back to the University!! We told him that we wanted to go to Union Hall, and he thought we meant SUB! Then he got mad at US for not telling him we meant Union Hall the club!! So a 9 dollar cab ride cost us 13 dollars instead! Then we got there, and the guy standing in front of us in line looked really familiar, but I couldn't figure out who he was. It turned out that it was a guy that I went to high school with and was in art class with, who I hadn't seen in 6 years! So that was cool...
The opener was a very talented 18 year old, but he was way too "matchbox twenty" for my tastes...then, finally...the love of my life, David Usher came on stage...*swoon*...
And announced that he was sick and couldn't sing. He didn't want to cancel the show because he hoped that he would be able to perform, but couldn't. I have a lot of respect for him because he didn't send some guy out to tell us, but it still sucked. Anyways...they handed out vouchers and he is coming back sometime in may...
At least his new album comes out April 26... "If God Had Curves"...can't wait!!!!

God Really Smiled on ME Today!

So on Mon, Wed, Fri, I have my Shakespeare class. Yesterday after class, my prof. caught me on my way out, and asked if I could have a meeting with him before next class, in regards to my paper that was due on Monday. So of course, I start instantly freaking out, in the wonderful way that I always do. I made a meeting with him for today @ 3pm. I spent all last night freaking out, fretting, going over my paper in my head. I was sick all weekend, and, being the marvolous procrastinator that I am, I was up until 3am Monday morning writing the stupid thing, all doped up on Contac C. I spent most of last night praying that it wasn't anything major...maybe that I had forgot to document a source that I cited on my Works Cited page, or even better, that he had me mistaken for another person in my group. ( I don't talk much in class, so I think that the only way he would know me is through my group that I sit with every class...) So, needless to say, I didn't get much sleep last night, and I sat freaking out through all of my classes today, and right through the meeting. I sat down with my prof, and he asked me about a particular passage in the paper, and said it sounded odd, and asked if it was from a secondary source. I didn't recognize the passage, but I told him the whole story about being sick and out of it, with the idea that handing in a crappy paper was better than not handing in anything at all. So he asked me to take the paper home, check for things that should be credited to a secondary source, and bring in all of the sources. Okay...I can do that. So I get home, and start skimming it. And I'm not getting any of it. I honestly don't remember writing any of it, but I was REALLY out of it...
And then I started noticing all kinds of grammatical errors...and so I turn to the front...and it WASN'T MY PAPER!!!!!!!!!!!! It was a paper by one of the girls that sits next to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He never actually called me by name, and I didn't get a chance to actually look at the paper until I got home. And IT WASN'T MY PAPER!!!!!!!! So I frantically emailed him, and tried to call his office, but he had already left for the day...so now I not only have to give him this girl's paper, but I look like a total retard for not recognizing that the paper wasn't mine! I cannot stress enough that I was really sick and doped up on Contac C. (If anyone has seen me on Contac C, you'll understand...) So all that prayin' paid off...it really was a big mistake!! Of course, of all the people I know...this stuff always happens to me...Steve was right when he once told me that my life is one giant soap opera...

Oh yeah. HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY!! (gotta keep connected to my Irish roots...)

Operation Hipster Chic

Operation Hipster Chic is officially underway. I believe that all agents have been briefed, and we are now prepared to plan the first mission. The MO is clear, but the way of reaching that MO is not. Any agents with any ideas let me know, as I am eager to get this underway.

Stupid Computer...Whatever...

So now I have decided that the Sims are minions of Satan. Well, that may be an exaggeration...but they DID crash the computer, so I have decided that I shall wash my hands of Reno and Vendetta Stitch. For now....
I have been looking at the building across the alley from time to time, and have noticed that one of the balcony has an extra bar around the top of it...I wonder what purpose it serves, and what makes that balcony so special that it has that little extra bit of metal?
As it is plain to see, I really do NOT want to read the first act of Hamlet again, and am looking for distractions. I'm tired of being in school, but I don't really want to be done yet, because that means I have to find a REAL job...maybe I'll become a professional student and try to get more letters after my name than are in my name. Such an ambitious goal...or a stupid one...

Excitement at the Albany.

So I was sitting here at the computer, NOT playing Sims, and the fire alarm goes off. Now for most of you, this is a big deal! The building is on fire! Not so with the residents of the Albany. We slowly gather in the starwells, mumbling ill will under our breath...yet we are not worried. Why? Because this is not the first time it has happened. It is not the second time, or the third, or the fourth, or even the fifth. No this is about the TENTH time it has happened in the last 8 or so months. Only once was there actually a fire, and that was a minor blaze in the garbage room that started when some idiot threw a cigarette down the chute. No, the other times all occured because someone was just brilliant enough to pull the alarm. However, upon reaching the lobby, I knew this time was different. A police car was parked right outside the doors, and the officer was on his way in. Another car pulled up behind the first. Four officers proceeded to the 13th floor, where the alarm was pulled. Then the fire trucks arrived, six in total. Only four or five firefighters went in, in full gear. A short time later, the police officers emerged from the elevator, with a very sketchy looking gentleman in handcuffs. In natural fashion, a long string of swearing was spewing from his mouth, as the officers practically had to drag him to one of the cars. The crowd of residents began applauding and laughing. The "gentleman" continued to struggle and curse the officers, to the point where they had to have him down on the ground to restrain him. With that, the firefighters emerged from the building, telling us that we could all return to our homes...
I'm feeling an awful lot of satisfaction right now.

Sims are Taking Over!

The Sims are taking over my life! Russ had it on the desktop, and so I sat down to play...and didn't get up from the computer until FIVE HOURS LATER! This is just rediculous! I have to stop. Is there a Simaholics Anonymous somewhere that I can join? Alissa, you've been through this, do you have any suggestions on how I can walk away in Platinum Mood?? Stupid computer games....

I'm NOT the Only One!

Russ reads this site all the time, and came across this wonderful article. I think it is great to know that I'm not the only person baffled by the stupidity of the common human being.

BLAST! AND WHAT THE CRAP!!

The Killers are coming to town. AND tickets are SOLD OUT!!!!!!!! I'm so upset!! I don't get to see the KILLERS!! I'm so sad...sniff...
I don't want to hear anything about it. I guess all that I have to look forward to in April is being done school. I'm very sad...sniff...sniff...