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...

The Jewish Harlot.

So apparently I am a Jewish "Lady of the Night" according to some retard customers who thought that they were just hilarious. Yesterday I was helping a guy, and the first thing he said was " Are you Jewish?" My confused response was..."uh, no...do I look like I'm Jewish???" And he just laughed, and it required all of my willpower to shatter his confidence by telling him he was not at all funny...but that's not all...
Today, I greeted another guy, and he said "Cassandra. Well, Cassandra, do you like your name?" Confused, I responded by telling him that I did, in fact like my name, and was rather attached to it. He then proceeded to tell me that his brother wanted to name his child that, but his wife thought it was the name of a "lady of the night" (while saying this he used the finger quote gestures and winked, of course....). I replied, "Did you actually just say what I think you said?" He kinda studdered and then nervously laughed. I rolled my eyes and walked away. Serves him right for talking to a Harlot.

New Tunes!

I just discovered the greatest new singer/group/whatever...Frou Frou!! Sooooo Good!! I think you'd really like it, Erika! I highly recommend everyone to check her out!

Anniversary

Russ and I have been together for two years. That is hard to believe...I don't have a good track record for relationships, so two years is crazy....but it's so great...sigh....I actually wrote this almost a year ago, but I think it makes sense to post it now.

CLOUDWALKERS

Reach down to me,
pull me from the turbid mire.
Drench me in light.
Kiss me with your warming lips,
remind me why I'm here.

Crystal drops soak my skin,
with the gentle touch of a thunderstorm.
Look me in the eye...
Show me your soul.

Vines intertwined,
we walk among the clouds.
Elated...I'm afraid.
I've never been here before.

I stand here with you
Between lightning and light...
Higher than I've ever been,
You're what I need.

Glimmer

I have grown tired
of this life's restrictions.
I long to stretch
My ill-used wings
and fly far away.

If only I could turn
back the tireless hands of time,
and capture all the perfect moments
to keep in my pocket.
There has to be a reason for all this madness.

I want to glimmer like I used to,
long before I became jaded to everything.
I want to sparkle brighter than the starry night.
I wish to shine.

I wish I could step out of my head
for just one day,
to actually know what it is to see the
World through rose-coloured glasses...
What must that be like?

Trapped by Language

Today is my day off, so while Russ was at work, I decided to camp out in front of the tv...
I ended up watching Sunday afternoon news on CBC. The death toll resulting from the tsunami has now reached 150 000, and there are still bodies washing up on shore in some places...
They did a recap of the week's events, as well as interviewed various Canadian survivors. I can't wrap my brain around it. I just can't. I see the video, hear the stories, read the articles, and I just can't imagine the horror going on in those stricken countries. Indonesia's death toll alone is over 80 000. At moments like this, it makes me so thankful to be in Canada, yet I feel guilty enjoying my cushy bed when people are sleeping on a dirt floor in an open-air temple, their whole lives having been swept away by water. There is a little boy in India who has a hole in his heart, and is to have surgery on the 10th, but his mother doesn't want to leave the temple where they are staying because she will lose her place to bring him back to to recover. Jan 08th there is a national memorial in Ottawa at noon. All flags on government and federal buildings are to be lowered to half-mast today...there is much to think about, and reflect on. Welcome to 2005.

12.25.04

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Home for Christmas

Ah...Olds...
I went to Bower Place mall in Red Deer....I worked there for a year, and I never realized how big Edmonton malls are in comparison. (That sounds so ditzy...) It was surreal...its been so long since I've been there...it was like being in a different country in a way...by the way, the "Avril Lavigne/Ashlee Simpson" look is really really BIG there.

Its only 5 days until Christmas, but I really don't feel like it's Christmas...I have my shopping done, presents wrapped, the tree is decorated, the Cup is christmas busy, christmas music is everywhere...yet it doesn't really feel Christmasy to me.
Oh well...its nice to be at home.