mmm....fruit?
Today is it. Today is the day that i eat NOTHING but FRUIT and VEGETABLES. I'm already craving meat (specifically a tuna sandwich) but am DENYING MYSELF. It's a lot harder than i thought: I must have been extraordinarily hedonistic because i never thought this would be so...un-fun. I thought 'fruits and veggies? i like fruit. i like veggies, why couldn't i ONLY eat them for a day?' Ummm answer: because you practically exist off of McDonalds and the occasional subway. Mm. mcChicken....
Currently I'm scarfing down a ziplock bag full of slightly overripe grapes.
I am, however, determined to see this through, if only because i don't want to show up on monday, ashamed that i couldn't eat healthily for ONE FREAKING DAY adn that i didn't do the 'assignment'. *sighs*
My mother did, however, aid my venture considerably when she brought home bags of fruit. So, Rabbit, if you want fruit - come on over!
I think it'll be hard to justify taking an HOUR to eat 2 tomatoes, an orange,apple, apple-pear, and...yeah. *sighs*

What i wouldn't give for a steak. :D

And so - have a great day!

ta

An amazing mercy
The man responsible for the Green River murders confessed yesterday. Ridgeway. 48 women dead because of him. 48 women who each had at least TWO people who loved them and would want them in their lives today. 48 separate, individual lives - each one beautiful and unique - completely gone because of one man. I found myself thinking of what it was - thinking of him and of our society. Why do these things have to happen? I don't understand violence. The more and more i think of it the more and more i just don't get it. Why do people love it? What makes the world tune in when something horrible comes on/has happened? I used to think i understood - i know i don't. I don't think i WANT to understand.

The thing that astounded me, however, was that a number of the families affected by Ridgeway's atrocities didn't demand his life. They didn't demand the death penalty. They are willing to let him live. That's been stuck in my mind awhile; how could someone - faced with the brutal murder of a person they loved - NOT want him to die? Their mercy is a humbling thought. Mercy and grace. It's easy to SAY 'i don't think he should die' if you're unaffected -but when we search ourselves i think very few of us would have the ability to desicively say 'let him live. Leave it in God's hands'. I'm astounded and humbled by their actions. I only hope Ridgeway knows how gracious they are. I hope he sees and acknowledges it and is thankful for it. I hope because of their actions he feels more guilt and remorse.
And if he doesn't? I hope he rots in hell.

On a lighter note
I had my first Krispy Kreme donut today. I can safely say that my arteries are clogging as we speak, and i'll soon die of a massive coronary. Wow were those things fatty. And we wonder why America is fat? Lordy. I ate half of it before it got to be a little much. At least i could only eat one, though, meaning i won't be massively obese once they open in Delta. Ugh - even the THOUGHT of that much sugar makes my stomach turn. Overall it was a good donut. I guess i wasn't in a donut mood. And please- i'd still like to stick with Tim Horton's. At least they were (at one point) Canadian.

Mmm - but i want a tuna sandwich. i've been eating excessive amounts of tuna lately. I swear i'm going to clean out the ocean. *sighs* Well, tonight it Friends aaaand yeah. Believe it or not i only sort of watched the OC last night. *sighs* It'll have to wait for monday, then. Oh well.

Ta for now.

And yet another day...
*deep sigh* Today. Today is a good day,i think. I'm not tired (knock on wood),I got here early, so i can go HOME early and I'm just plain okay. Actually, i also talked to an old friend yesterday. It was nice - he hadn't emailed me in awhile ( even AFTER the customary snippy comment) and i figured....well, that's that. Nah. Midterms. sometimes (most of the time) I am a complete fool. Spent the majority of yesterday on the computer, adding and changing things in Tara and Taro. V.3 is officially DONE. V 4....will take awhile, as i swim through the mountain of papers,trying desperately to find the diamond....
(and remove the rose)
Tae Kwon Do tonight. I LOVE that sport. No, seriously. I adore it. Once i finish a class, i look forward to the next one. I'm starting to hate tuesdays based solely on the fact that itgets between on class and the next. Another girl about my height joined. SHe's....five years younger than i am, but that's okay. As long as i'm no longer the newest.

There is also an abundance of commas in this post.

I had my first piece of Turkish delight (all the way from Turkey. One of the VP's here brought back a crateful of the gooey stuff). I don't see what the fuss is about. I like the nuts in them. Other than that....what is actually IN it? Sugar aaand..? I don't know why edmund traded his siblings for it.

And Remembrance day? On a Tuesday. SO i go to work on monday, have tuesday off....then back to work on Wednesday. That is just the most bizarre thing EVER. Plus i never remembered getting it off. Hey - I'm not complaining, though. I get paid to be at home. :D

I'm working in a feild of envelopes - it's annoying. So i'mgoing to go and see what i can do to remedy the situation.

ta for now

In an ironic twist...
...what i have to say is in direct correlation with the title of my last post. Go figure.

There is Turkish Delight EVERYWHERE. I can't turn around without seeing a box of the...weird treat. There's a box at home that i plan on sampling...but...bizarre. It's like there was this massive drop, and we got oodles and oodles of the candy.

Just call me edmund and get me some more!

The Lion, the Witch and the Sargwa
...or is it that sargwa IS the witch? meh. I would seriously pay money to be able to be back at home. Sleeping. Sleeping all my cares away....

More envelopes today. Seriously un-fun.

Everybody I talk to -no, a lot of people I talk to - really loved Kill Bill. Did I miss something somewhere? I mean, they say that it was fantastic, and that the violence was 'surreal' (as someone who has seen enough REAL violence...it was actually more realistic than anything else i've seen)...and that i just didn't appreciate the 'genre'. Not true. I LOVE action movies: more importantly I adore martial arts movies. The thing is, though, that I didn't like the blood, guts and gore. The whole 20 mins i was sitting there I had a sick feeling in my stomach. So, what was I missing? What was so 'amazing'? A part of me wants to go back and watch it again...then another part of me is scared that i'll enjoy it. Maybe I'm just not desensitized enough. Maybe another three years of violent movies and I'll be able to LAUGH at the mother butchered in front of her three year old daughter. Maybe I'll be able to chuckle at the concept of a woman seeking revenge for her murdered family. i just can't do it now. I really, REALLY don't get it.

On a more important note: I hate fanficcers. The end for now.

ta

I dream of love as time moves through my head
For some reason enetation is down. *Big* surprise. you think they'd figure out something to make them more efficient. Ohh well. I wouldn't do it, so let's not go there, eh?
The weekend was decent. Actually, it was way too short. I want to be back in bed. Asleep under my wonderfully warm covers, snuggling with my teddy bear. I think everyone should have a teddy bear for the really cold mornings.
Friday I went to see the playUnity, 1918. It was really good, though I went with someone from work, so during the more...racy jokes I wasn't sure if i could laugh or not. I mean, I'm *supposed* to have a good, noble, upstanding sense of humour. The truth, however, is that though I may enjoy and appreciate wit, I'm more amused by the physical comedy. Like people walking into walls. Like that freak-bear from Brother Bear. THAT was where I laughed hardest. anyways - the play was good - it was depressing (being about the war,then the influenza epidemic that hit), and the only thing i hated with any amount of passion was this song that this girl sang, except she couldn't sing on key at ALL. but I love the East Cultural Centre. It's a beautiful building, and I'd go there regardless of a good play or not.
Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Then the next morning we went to watch my little sister at a tae kwon do tournement. Was good. except Lisa got her ass kicked by her ex/arch nemesis. physically she's better now (except for a nasty cold), so no need to worry. She was really upset after, though (we could tell by her eating. She ate three donuts. Impressive, eh?)...but that's life. then sunday i got my role in the Christmas play. four lines. Not that i care overly: it's not like i don't have anything else to do. Then I slept/ate/watched TV (including The Matrix. I forget how much I love that movie. So very, very cool. )
And that's the end of it for today.
Ta