have you seen boston pizza's menu? Im suppose to memorize those? your crazy right? OMIGOD! MUMMY HELP ME! I can do this, I can do this, I can do this! I have school, I have two jobs .....i have .... i have....nothing! My life as of Thursday = NOTHING.....NO SOCIAL LIFE....NO FUN....NADA! KILL ME!

I just got back from the movies. "Number 23" is fucking awsome...... a movie that wraps around itself.....very good. This movie sort of reminds me of Jim Carey's other movie from "Eternal Sunshine of a Spotles Mind" Both movies have a voice-over to narrate the movie. WATCH IT! Highly recommended.

The dance-fuck

All that sweaty bodies gyrating on the dance-floor is like having an orgy fest. Fun in the beginning, but it can get tediously boring afterwards. Clubbing is not for the novice. If your a true party animal then get your ass into the pasture cuz baby thats were you belong. If you move and smell like a barnyard animal, then clubbing is deffinitely for you! MOOOOOOOOO!

Where's My fucking Tynenol 3?

WTF?! How am I suppose to know where your fucking tynenol 3 is? You stupid fuckhead stop popping pills already! Its always the sibling's fault when something goes wrong. Hate her.

Where's my daughter?

My dad has been noticing that I've been coming home later and later than before. His been contemplating about inserting an electronic tracking device into me ...like an APV monitor. :p lol. Can you imagine? Maybe I should have a walkie talkie glued to my hips and a dog leash attach around my neck, that way my dad's anxiety would alleviated and my life...well what life? Im nineteen and Im still living with my parent. I truly feel like a grown-up now. Bite me!

I was baptist as a Catholic...grew up in a christian church...and now...what am I...a non-beliver....the faithless one?

Everywhere I turn, I keep hearing about how god has made an impact on their lives. Billboard signs on church post Building a Relationship with God or He is with you every step of the way. I just dont understand. How do you build a relationship with a mythical figure if you dont know the real thing exist? What happens if you just dont believe in him?

Will I go straight to hell? When I die, will my soul be sent to purgatory? Will I perish for the sins that I commited? What if the rest of the non-belivers want to have an eternal life?

Tell me. What's the secret?

Close friends of mine has invited me countless times to church. I say yes....I attend...Im there in body but not in mind. No matter how I wrap my head around this issue I can never find an answer. Maybe I'm just programmed differently. Maybe the fact that I was force to go to church at such a young age made a bigger impact on me than I thought to believe.

Maybe I should just simmer down and not think about this so damm much.

The grand plan!

I woke up at excactly 9 this morning =/ NOT COOL! I was suppose to be at work at that hour. Im really having a hard time not being resentful over the fact that Im still getting paid minimum wage :s Actually, Im quite ashamed of even admitting that sad fact. Usually when my friends ask how much I make....I usually answer, "Oh this and that...you know...." I MUST QUIT! So this is the plan: I plan to send my resume to EARLS/BOSTON PIZZA/ & WHITE SPOT. I have people recommending me to apply there so maybe that will help. I hope the fact that Im asain, short, and dark will be overlooked. I also hope to look ultra hot when I go there. Who knows maybe my flirtatious ways may will them to hire me. Maybe by putting MANAGER OF WRAPZONE in bold prints, I can score a few points in the "lets hire gladys scale" (cross my fingers) Wish me luck boys and girls!

How Intoxicating.

I love stepping into Canadian Tires on a rainy tuesday. There's this distinctive scent that is highly intoxicating...its like "love is in the air" but in this case I think its just all those newly oiled tools/tires and other macho things that's exuding that particular scent. I dont know if its just me or whatever I am on, but seriously I love, love that smell. Once you step inside, the endless network of nerves that has been fried due to a long day at work has been instantaniously been revived and your shipped to Nirvana. Funny thing is I get the same high just getting a lung-full of truck-exhaust fumes into my system. Quite peculiar if you ask me. It might just be second best to sex or even better. Good for the soul.

Wow!

I cant believe I got 80% on my psych paper. For a slacker who hardly attends Psych lectures, this is extremely grattifying to recieve such top scores! :s not! (lol) But seriously it is pretty weird recieving such grades knowing that I was stressing over the bloody paper just last week.

I finished my psych exam just now and it was great...just great! :p I like how your on a high when you know all the answers to an exam. Its like cheating but not really...I guess studying ahead of time is worthwhle in the end. I LIKE!

this is my third post in two days....what does that say about myself?

Its a beautiful day outside......didnt you see? The glorious sun is out and I.....well Im stuck at home trying to cram for an exam. Sad I know, but completely true. Im really getting into this Psych Fest now that its my second time around taking this class = / A couple more classes and Im pretty sure I'll be able to analyze each and everyone of my friends just to see what makes them think. What glee! Last night I went skateboarding with Leo for the last time before he leaves to go to Italy. I fell on my ass, scraped my knees, cut my palms, and bruised my elbows a couple of times. By the end of the night I was sweaty, dirty and a mess. Yesterday provided a sense of closure for me. A chapter in my life has finished and a new one has just begun. Im excited beyond belief. I can finally breath again. Exhale and Inhale. Its not over.

We have decide to remain close friends and K.I.T. thru msn. Im happy for him and Im happy for me. We've joked around the "friends" thing ...... its more like "friends with benefits" kind of thing. Im not sure what to do about that. I've done crazier things so we will have to see if ~ G ann decides to make the right decision or the wrong one....once again.

Maybe Im delusional but Im starting to feel whole again.

The Story.

This is what happened. I took his hand as he led me to his lair…the entrance to his bedroom--dark, foreign, highly erotic: the bedlam of Hades. He in this case was not my boyfriend; therefore, that makes me a slut, a cheater, a bitch and a coward for doing such a demoralizing, irrational act. What was stupid was that my actions was not based on lust—no, just plain stupidity. It was my unfortunate luck to get caught in mid-act; henceforth, I really shouldn’t be whining about the predicament that I am in. So that’s it. The rest is history, or more like my former relationship is history. What was ironic about that particular Monday morning was that I specifically booked a day-off so that I could spend quality time with this former boy-toy, but at the end of the day, my disloyal actions resulted in terminating my relationship….and this fact just continually drives me up the wall. So yeah this is what happened…nothing exciting…nothing to get your panty in a knot—the Chaos Theory: just a bunch of misguided, sinful, immoral actions on my part.

RE: To whom it may concern

Honestly, I dont understand what a blogger stands for, maybe except to give a little TLC to your ego and perhaps get a knee-jerking, teeth-gashing criticism about what you right about. Personally, blogging is just another way for me to waste time when insomnia hits at an unforgiving hour of the day...such as now.

Really, blogging is all quite stupid in a self-absorbing, self-depricating, (is that a word? oh well it sounds good doesnt it?) "Im more important than you" kind of way. Instead, what we should be doing is protesting about how GLOBAL WARMING will be the end of all humanity as oppose to sitting on our lazy behind (like what Im doing right now) gradually vegetating.

I guess the losers who are right now reading this current blog should be for-warned about their untimely demise if they dont stop blogging as of right now. IT IS HIGHLY ADDICTING AND IS THE RESULTING FACTOR OF YOU BEING TYPE-CAST AS A SOCIAL OUTCAST. Hence, please stop all this nonesense with living your life through the Net.

Sincerely, your highly nuerotic, uberly concerned citizent of Canada,
~ G ann ~

10 things to do before I die

1) Begin to smoke....and try not to cough. 2) Simmer down. (thank you Chris) 3) Dont have sex until after the third night. 4) This should have come before #3 but oh well. Get to know the person before getting intimate :p 5) Experiment with death. 6) Attending church more often. 7) Become less impulsive. 8) Be more healthy. 9) Respect myself more. 10) Try to get drunk without streaking the second time around.

Rush of emotions

I just heard back from him. His going back to Italy. It feels like I'm losing him all over again, and again, and again. I was slowly getting over him, slowly getting better, but this, this is a whole different matter. Dammit. dammit dammit!

Almost there.

Im slowly recupperating. About two more days and Im home free.
I've just recieved a dinner invitation from one of my daily patron. He's not a foreigner unfortunately, but I'll take what I can get :p As long as the invites keep on coming my heart will surely renew its armor. The night is young and the fishes are endless :D

With love ~ G ann ~

3 Days Grace

Good news everyone:

Valentines Day Sucks! Most of all, I hate using the dreaded word hate. Im hoping this is just a phase Im going through. A Three days grace kind of thing.

I'll be more put together at the end of this week. I think a plausible solution to my problem is to fuck another foreigner....sort of like a rebound boy-toy. Instant gratification has its advantages after all.

Its over.

It lasted over two months. Wasted tears are for losers so Im going to eventually resign from the whole crying business. I hate how my eyelids go all puffy the next morning and the amount of toilet paper I waste. I hate how I constantly glance at my cellphone to see if he called me. I hate how I keep thinking about him every second of every minute of every hour of everyday. I hate listening to heroine-addicting music everynight just so that I can sleep. I hate it. I hate it all. Everyone at work wants to know what happened. It's no one's fucking business. So stop with all the fucking, idiotic questions, and all the other bullshit. Tomorrow is another day. Another smile to paste on. Another day to live through. Starting yesterday, my life as a celibate woman has just begun. Thank you Jesus.

Ahem! What is this "GUILD WARS" did I get the name right at least? Dude I've never heard of this thingy before.... Clue me in wont yo please?

"Can I speak to your manager please?"

Okay so this afternoon I recieve a phone call at work from this wierd indo-canadian lady (no racial insinuations involved....really) asking for the manager. I tell her she is speaking to one. This stranger starts a manic complaint about how her son has been given too many hours of work; hence has less time concentrating on his studies for school. She goes on to reiterate the importance of school and getting a degree, and then requested if I could cut back Mr. X's hours since I am now the manager.....In response, I say, "mmmm...." just for the sake of filling in the awkward silence, I'm guessing this crazed lady took it as a promise that I shall graciously comply to what she asked. At the end of this totally bizzarre conversation, she abruptly informs me that she is the mother of my co-worker. FYI this particular co-worker of mine is 19 yrs old, and is at a legal age to do whatever he chooses with his life. WTF? In retalliation, I informed this particular co-worker of mine to give him heads-up on what his mother has been doing behind his back. (.....yes this gentleman has no idea what a psycho BITCH his mom really is). A couple minutes after I ended my convo. with Mr. X I receive a phone call from the enraged mother demanding why I told her son about our recent conversation. (are you following? If not good because I am as confuse as you are). HELLO?! First of all you did not tell me to keep our conversation confidential, and secondly where the fuck is your bedside manners lady? Furthermore she had the gall to critizice me about my managing skills and simultaneously make me deaf on both ears. Fucking Unbelievable!

I am thinking of chucking my pair of running shoes. They stink and they have ugly holes on them. I hate walking in the rain with them for they have the tendency to completely drench my socks. I hate my shoes. Hate is a strong word, maybe I semi-hate my shoes. Solution? BATHE THEM IN HYDROCHLORIC SOLUTION. THEN BLEACH THEM....DISSECT THEM....AND HANG THEM TO DRY. I love my shoes. I cant throw them away. I love how they stink my feet and make this squishy sound everytime I walk on them in the rain. :S

okay dude what the hell? I know i have the tendency to forget things but in this case, this has gone beyond the issue of forgetfullness :s i just happened to log on to my library account and "hey-duh-ho" I HAVE OVER 30....something dollars in fine! WHAT THE FUCK?! ok so i may have forgotten to return those 7 CDs that were due 7 days ago, but what the heck? I mean .... they didnt have to be so ubberly eager to charge me that much! To make matters worse the librarian accountant charges you like $1 something everyday you dont return your borrowed items. So if I computed the numbers correctly, $7 x 7 cds = $34.ooo? yea something like that :s THIS IS SO NOT MY FAULT! WTF......WTF!