The original snack monkey
I don't actually remember where that saying came from. I think it was wither Christa or Kora. There was this speaker this morning. We got snacks: kind of a bribery for showing up, i think. I forgot my lunch so (woohoo) Sargwa's eating out today...again. That's okay. The promise of fun things to come makes me happy - though i am tired. I was up (and for those of you who know me well, please, try to remain calm) 'till 11. On a work night. It was a bit of an effort to haul my ass out of bed...but i did and (oh boy) i am here.

on a completely unrelated, nerdy note
I was on the computer from 8:30am-10:30 pm yesterday. Just looking at that baffles me: somehow i don't think i even did anything overly productive. I just syrfed at work, then went home and chatted with people (which in itself was loads of fun, but still...) And yet - what ELSE would i have done? Watched TV? mm. poor social-contact deprived Sargwa was feeling lonely. five hours of MSNing fixed THAT.

And still, i have the urge to type. I'm way too long-winded, i think.

My hair is very, very soft today. If you see me you have my explicit consent to touch it. But only to revel in its silky curliness. :) Today I'm also going to think of songs for the T & T soundtrack. :P then K and i can sit...and have a great meeting of minds (and yet...most of the discussions we have usually fizzle out once we start eating. ahh food, the great silencer. Professional eater: that's what i want to be. Actally, i had some really yummy pizza for dinner yesterday, but i think my mother threw it out, because there were no leftovers. I KNOW i didn't eat the whole thing. If not and i just couldn't find them then YES! Pizza for dinner, too!).

...yes. i think i might update Futon again...tho it all pales in the thrillingness that is Kgwas next fic. OH MY GOODNESS. I STILL can't stop laughing. Ok, so that's not true. But you will never, ever get over that fic. I swear. I mean, Rabbit almost could just post the fic and let it go it's just THAT BAD. But. We all know (and love) the humourous Futon K Rabbit (who likes to call herself Korgwa?! lol). Where would a review be without her? The toilet.

Okay. I've run out of things----coherant things ----to say. Feeling kinda moody today: if i snap, mope or get really hyper I'm sorry. I blame it on hormones and lack of sleep.

Ta for now

Because I too can be a comment whore...
I updated Futon yet again. Leave me a comment! I love feedback (and by feedback I mean acclamation....naw, just teasing.) I'm trying to bait Hamsy into making another appearance on our site...but she's being a little stoical. Oh well, you can't win 'em all.

ta!

The fourth, the fifth...the minor falls and the major lifts...
Yeah, no, I can't get into any of the fics without having to download something. They let me get there from home, though, so whatever. Doesn't bug me enough to make any effort to change anything.

So, last night at TaeK was interesting. After the warm-up i was partnered was with this kid, Max. Seriously, I scared the shit out of the guy. And i didn't even do anything: in fact, I was extraordinarily pleasant to him. Considering that he annoys me to no end i thought that was quite the accomplishment. But he was all fidgitey and nervousy. I look at him - this conversation ensues
Me: Calm down, man. Don't be nervous: I'm really not that intimidating.
Him: ...ok...so....I guess we should....start
Me: Yup. How do you want to do this? Should I attack you first or vise versa?
Him:well....
Me: How about I attack you.
It goes on like this until we get to the more...invasive ones. The ones where you get CLOSE to your attacker before throwing them onto the ground (compared to the advanced block they're nothing: some of the moves get you right into some of the more...personal areas of your opponent. Hey - looks like fun to me ^_~ JOKING. Geez. Don't look at me like that.). Anyway, this doesn't bother me. I mean, I'm not an overly touchy person (unless i know you well. Then it doesn't bug me at all.), and yeah, it was a little intimidating at first. However. THis kid - his eyes get really big and he just...stares. I start the move, pull him close and he gets all....weird.
Me: Does it bother you, being this close to me?
Him:......no?....
Me: Good.
BAM he hits the floor. I will admit that i was having a little bit of fun with him - making him more nervous that he should have been. But honestly - it's not like I have fleas or anything. I bet it was the whole 'she's a girl' thing. It's a good way to get to know people, though. < oops - was that your groin? Sorry, i didn't think I was kneeling there >

The brakes on my car started grinding again. Good lord am I ever glad that it's going in on Saturday.

Just when we think we've come so far...
The latest story that absolutely breaks my heart: the 17 year old kid beat to death outside of his high school. I never understood racism. I don't get why people feel the need to look down on someone because of skin color - race, religion, etc. I always...always thought that it's kind of like you can't help what colour you are, so why penalize someone for it? Everyone has something valuable they can give back to the world, not to mention that in the end we're all people. So why the fuss? bah. And of course, just as this happens Time releases a piece on racism in Europe - anti- semetism in on the rise yet again.

It seems like civilization is only skin deep. Scratch the surface a little and you find out what we're REALLY made of.

I guess that's it for now. Seven more days to go in this place. Seven.

Ta.

WTF
What on earth happened to ff.net? Can anyone ELSE get there? Or is it just me?

Alone in 'Netland.
*sighs* Everyone seems to have left me. I imgine Kora is home sleeping (or recovering from mother-inflicted wounds) Ligwa is studying....and everyone else is doing *stuff*. I used to be able to feel like i had COMPANIONSHIP at work via talking to people through the comment features on their blogs. No longer. Yes, Ligwa, I do blame you for my insanity. :P You and...well..nm. You gals know who he is. >_< It's a lonely feeling, being lost and alone in such a large world...

Actually, the internet is remarkably small. It's amazing who you find. If anybody wants to keep me company at my lonely post - email me at work! reidsm@fotf.ca "Groupwise" is up all day, and i always check it.

So two new reality shows have hit the stations here in Canada - both of which feature exceedingly spoiled women. Last night while the family partook in Pirates of the Carribean, I sat upstairs and watched Newlyweds and The Simple Life.
Newlyweds: Makes me feel life I'm a good catch. I mean, sure i may not have half her looks....but at least I can cook, clean AND get things in the garbage without dumping it all over the floor.
The Simple Life: Oh. My. Goodness. Three words: "What's a 'Walmart'?" nicole Richie (while spoiled) is at least really, really polite. You could tell that she got some parenting. Paris...is just...wow. Watch it yourself(plus you get freeshots of her ass. I swear - WHY would you wear jeans that low?!)


Before I lose ALL my dignity...
I'm gonna go. I'm already eating carrot cake for breakfast (mmm. How i'm not fatter than i am is beyond me...). I almost posted a bit about the pants I'm wearing. I'll spare you.

*listens to the echo*

ta

Early Bird gets the worm
Unfortunately I don't like worms. And there are none in the office. Asbestos, perhaps...but no worms. Speaking of worms - Thrifty foods was an absolute bitch to Mrs. Tsakok. They treated her like crap and outright refused to help her. I'm boycotting the bastards - she's one of the nicest people ever, and you don't treat nice people like that. You treat MEAN people like that. Like...well, nm. No need to open that can of worms.

...yes...

Before I forget:
1) Rabbit, the small group is going to Union Gospel(Gosple? stare at it for too long and it loses all meaning) Mission to hand out shoeboxes (you know, the ones we didn't contribute to because we skipped the last three weeks) on the 16th. We can get a ride: anyone else who wants to come is welcome.
2) The Christmas banquet is next week - the ninth, i believe. Don't eat all day. They've got the greatest food.

Because I suffer...
I've actually updated Futon. No, it's not a great entry. And it's short. But i've got a sick feeling that i'll be updating more & more as work dies down...and my boredom begins to hurt worse...

I think i had something wonderful, poetic and lovely to say...but it's gone, replaced by a loathing for my (beloved) car. NEW BALL JOINTS IN THE FRONT END. I'm 99% sure. The brakes (which formerly made a sort of...squeaky sound) have now begun to grind when i step on them. All of this means another whopping bill from Brians (even with my "you're all terrified of my father - and it's really his car" discount). Granted, all of that means the wheels won't fall off when i drive. That happened once. Very scary (fortunately I was inside the house, and it was my father driving. He was backing out of the driveway). I want to trade the car in for another motercycle. Actually, with the weather n' all, i really don't.

And So...
I end with a quote from Captain Corelli's Mandolin
"In Sicily they say that eternal love lasts for two years. Fortunately, I am not Sicilian."

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What the who?
...I am sitting at my desk, calmly typing this, all the while realizing that i've got NO dignity because I am dressed like a Who. I might have pictures available later...but for now please take my word that i this is possibly the most fun i've had in a very, very long time. At work, at least. We even have a real live grinch. (Two if you count Mike who wouldn't participate 'cause he had "work" to do. Bah humbug.)
I'm happy. : ) This is fun.

Merry Christmas!
December has officially begun! Today is the judging of the office decorations. Bleh.

...Honestly, nothing has happened between 5:44PM yesterday and 8:47AM today. Except that Jeff is back, bringing the count of single people in the office up to 3. No, don't you dare even think that. Jeff used to babysit me, back when we lived in Kingston. Oh. Its 4 single people. I forgot about Amrita (sorry).

I was reading Captain Corelli's Mandolin and it completely broke my heart. I forgot how SAD that book is. It's an amazing novel. Everybody should read it. Everybody should also read everything by Guy Gavriel Kay. But that's just personal opinion.

Apperantly blondes make the best drivers, brunettes the worst, and redheads the most likely to suffer road rage. Men with black or red hair are the worst for accidents. I have NO idea why, but it makes me re-evaluate my desires (actually, it doesn't. I'm just trying to drag this entry out as long as possible.)

Bwaha socks. What a fashion statement! :D And the whole 'airplane scenario'? How on earth would you get onto an airplane with a gun in order to make the knowledge useful?! Odd.

First belt testing is *hopefully* Saturday. Am starting to FREAK OUT. ...okay, so maybe it's not the testing, but still. Pardon me while I go hyperventillate....

I wish I could get IM on this computer :( It'd make the day go so much faster...

But, this is the end. The end of it? lol.
ta

Wo-ow
A weekend update! Why is that? Possibly 'cause I've got nothing better to do right now...actually, I was invited to an Indiana Jones movie marathon. NO, I don't think i'll be going. I don't feel like being around the Ex. He's nice...but he always asks like, a million questions. "Where are you going? Why? Who with? How long?" and it goes on. And if i even MENTION a guy...the questions increase tenfold.
What can I say. I'm a heart breaker. (yeah. Riiiiight.)

Friday: not too much happened. Work, then went out to dinner with mum. Then to TaeK. Can't say I accomplished much...but it was nice to be around people. Then rented movies w/Kgwa. Chasing Papi. Possibly THE funniest movie (chick flick) around. View From the Top was...bizarre. Saturday was much the same, just with Richmond, Pocky and Sesame seed balls. And a walk that resulted in COLD asses. From the swings, you see. Today was the play rehersal from hell. Four and a half hours of DEATH. I'm an idiot for joining, you know? Bah.

Saturday, actually, Rabbit and I had a great conversation about Society (the great "we"). Can't remember what the outcome was - truthfully everything pales in the memory of Pocky. Lol. Who would have thought that pumpkin flavoured chocolate covering pretzles would really be that yummy? Pure genius

I guess that's it for now. A quick weekend update before the torture of the new week begins...

Ten more days...ten more days...

ta