Happy Halloween!

In celebration of this Festivus Eve, John and I decided to pull out our fanciest dress and hottest pink leotard respectively and hit the town in style.

Please, please, for the love of all that is beautiful in this world, click the link.

Click click click click click click click!

[Note: our actual Halloween plans involve sitting on John's couch studying, then going to sleep. Then waking up and studying.]

Charlie the Unicorn

It's not the Avenging Unicorn, but it's A unicorn. Watch to find out what happens to our friend Charlie when he trusts the pink and blue unicorns. I think this is a lesson to us all.



ps - I now have 12 wives.

Got Wives?

I got bored in class today... so I decided to start a polygamist colony on Facebook.



It was the only rational thing to do.

It's been a few hours now, and I have six wives. I think maybe a hundred is a good goal, or infinity.

And by the way, you'll note that our profile pic is currently the Avenging Unicorn... more to come on him later, I promise.

To those of you who thought I was normal, I just have to say this: it appears that I have fooled you.

*smooch*

Pass the prune juice, please.

Highlights from this weekend:

Friday night - Sat on John's couch for about four hours while we both sneezed and blew our noses. The conversation was delightful, but we were both pretty pathetic.

Saturday night - Went to see 54 40 with my parents at the Commodore. 999 people aged 45+ and ... me. Had a great time, although I was out-partied by my mother.

Sunday night - The previous nights drew my attention to the fact that in a few years I will likely be one of THESE cat owners:


Tee-hee! [And props to the wonderful afternoon spent with quailty people down at the beach for inspiring this YouTube discovery]

I'm Blogging for a Certain Flower

Rose did up a tribute to Sara post the other day, so I am now reciprocating!!

Here is Rose. Rose is lovely.



I didn't take this picture; it was Bratface McGoo who did it. This was from Keats, where I first met Rose and where she told me she had spent time in some random place called Wollongong. Little did I know that Wollongong would soon be an important part of my world, too!

SO! *Raises beer mug* Here's to you, Rose! *clank!*

I'm having an I Miss Australia day...

(and yes, that fuzzy little lump at the top of the tree is a koala)

Bah! Much excitement these past few weeks, and the fog from the Twilight Zone is becoming more of a mist. I feel as though I can almost see through it. Super busy with work, school, life. Many things to say, none of which are all that important I don't think (as per usual), so I'll have to sacrifice blogging this evening in favour of some sleep. Wait... it's morning already. Ok, so I'll have to sacrifice blogging this morning in favour of some sleep.

Ta-ta!

Oh Eff You, Translink!

I am having the WORST time commuting this semester. If it's possible, it takes me between 30 and 60 minutes LONGER each way and each day to get to UBC and it's starting to really, really PISS ME OFF.

Today, seven buses passed me at 41st and Granville because they were jam-packed with people. Every time the doors would open I would be shoved out of my place in line as other UBC-ers (the bastards!) slithered their way on there to take up the remaining cubic foot of space. Now, I'm not sure if you know this about me, but I'm not a small person. And I kid you not, I was body-slammed out of line not once, not twice, but thrice! If I wasn't such a pleasant and agreeable individual, fisticuffs may have ensued.

Then when I finally got on bus #7, I was practically sitting in the bus driver's lap until we got through Kerrisdale, at which point I took refuge in the wheelchair space and guarded it with my life (and some gnashing of teeth!).

To top things off, I was rubbed against by so many other people who obviously don't share my affection for bathing and who felt it was appropriate to get all up in my grill! Ok, in fairness, they had nowhere to go but up in my grill, but STILL. STILL!!!

Helloooo, earth to Translink! In your quest to grab as much money is humanly possible you have enticed more and more people to ride the bus, offering passes for long-term commuters, claiming that it really is fun and easy to ride the bus... but we need enough buses to take us places or it's not going to work! For the amount of money I'm going to be spending on stress-therapy/fisticuff-related lawyer fees, I could probably rent a pad in Vancouver :p!

And I see near-empty 351s leaving White Rock in the evenings. It maketh no sense to me... why not switch to short buses in the evening, and spend what you've saved in gas and operation costs on a few more buses where we actually need them, eh? Eh? I'd ride the short bus ;).

Ok, enough whining. I think I've achieved what I came here to achieve, although Baby Mac's keys have been stabbed to death as a result of my de-stressing.

Honestly, I know I'm lucky... but I honestly also know that this is driving me slowly crazy... and I needed to whine.

:)

Now, would you look at these freakin' hotties?


I'm sitting in bed in ma' pjs, with the window open and bringing in cool October air. Wowee, can you believe it's October already? Anyway, I'm all tucked in with my comforter and the blanket that my Oma knitted (knit? knut? kneese?) me for my 16th birthday.

Tuesday Lucy and I are roadtripping to Seattle to window shop and take in Guster at The Moore. I predict that this will be EXTREMELY good times, and this is something about which I am very excited. It's my "Sara" day, and I refuse to feel guilty for not doing any school-related work.

This last week has been rather chaotic, and I feel like I'm living in the Twilight Zone.. It all makes me feel a bit tired, and a bit old. Hmm.

Basically I'm blogging because I'm sick to death of homework.... my ten minutes of reprieve are almost up. I need to impress you with something, QUICK. Uhhhh.... I give up.

DING!

ps - I hope the picture makes up for the boring post; I know I'M turned on :).