I watched 8 mile last night - the only complaint - I wish it were longer. I thought the sex scene between Eminem and Brittney Murphy was one of the dirtiest (without actually exposing any compromising flesh) that I’ve seen in quite some time. Cheddar Bob was a great, endearing character - and his persona developed pretty well over the movie - without losing what made him, him.

Eminem is obviously no Clark Gable - but I think he’s got great screen potential.

Now, on a totally unrelated note, I have a question. Does anyone know of a cheap, quality place to get eyebrows threaded in the Greater Vancouver (preferably Burnaby) area? I’ve been getting them done in Abbotsford at an East Indian run hair & esthetics salon for quite a while, and I love the job they do - and it’s only $5.50! I tried getting it done at a place in Burnaby (Pillars Salon) - and the chick was a hack (sorry if you know her) and they charged $13.00. I know there must be better out there - please save me from the hot wax and tell me where it is!

None of these things have anything to do with eachother, but none of them are significant enough to devote a separate entry to. And I just felt the need to ramble.

Is the last word still the last word when it’s a silent decision to not dignify something with a response?

I am scared to death of graduation.

TLC Friday and Saturday nights is my new obsession. As a result, I am going to attempt to sew some curtains. Go me.

I still haven’t told my parents that my boyfriend is moving in - he moves in in two weeks. I still don’t know how to tell them.

I am sick of war blogging. The news does that enough. Did all of your cushy North American lives just stop in their tracks because of a war halfway around the world?

I want to go shopping, but am bogged down by the insane pleasure I get out of being financially responsible. I am obsessive-compulsive/anal-retentive like Monica from friends.

I need a shower.

Who knew that being a geek was this cool??

In other news, a lot of my favorite bloggers seem to be on hiatus as of late. Does anyone have any suggestions on fun things to read that will do an adequate job of wasting my time on a near daily basis?

… is like competing in the special olympics. No matter who wins, you’re still retarded. That’s not a really nice sentiment, and I have the utmost respect for anyone who’s living with a disability of any kind - but it sortof fits.

I was reading the weblog of this girl the other day, and after that entry, I posted a comment that went something like this:

“Everyone has family issues, some stronger than others - but I find it incredibly sad that in these troubled times you can’t even find peace at home. Or perhaps nailpolish is more important in your world.” Not that I’m out protesting - but I do value peaceful resolutions.

The nailpolish thing was a bit scathing I know, but nothing out of the ordinary for anyone who knows me and my temperment. As I was going through my usual pack of weblog reading again, I came across this lovely gem - and found my earlier comment had been erased.

Not that I really care what the internet world thinks of me - but I just think it’s really silly to post a weblog, have comments enabled, and then get upset if anyone says anything controversial in them. Isn’t that sortof the whole point of the weblog phenomenon? Dialogue?

And just to be clear - I welcome any and all controversy here. Absolutely no comments will be erased. That’s what free speech is all about.

I found this thing courtesy of eric, so now I can spy on you all.

Gerbonium (my gerbil) died today. Not that it wasn’t coming, he lived a happy and prosperous 4 years.

I don’t think I’ll replace him - does anyone know anyone who wants a gerbil/hamster cage and some accessories and supplies?

Oh yah - and plucking stiff gerbil out of a cage with a plastic bag covered hand is pretty gross.

So from what I hear, there’s this new reality series starting today at 5. It’s going to follow a format somewhat similar to Survivor, and is set in the Middle Eastern desert.

Contestants will battle eachother through a series of challenges for immunity and rewards in the ultimate test of their physical and mental strength. The object of this game is to outwit, outplay, and outlast your opponent - or at least force them to concede.

Reward challenges will be fought for much more than rice and Mountain Dew. Oil Reserves, Land, and even control over entire countries are some of the tasty prizes that the contestants are looking to win.

Sounds like the best reality show yet, right? Well here’s the kicker - what makes this like no other show on earth - the casualties won’t be team members voted off at Tribal Council, they will be chosen at random from the audience.

The excitement premiers at 5pm today, on every major cable network near you.

My CMNS 375 Business Plan
Peace
The Sopranos
Vanilla Incence
Passion Fruit Tea
Snuggles
My Black Sweater
Ruben (from American Idol)
Slippers
Yeti
Lazy Sunday Mornings

What do you love?

On the way home today, some girl puked all over the interior door of the skytrain, and herself in the process. Very gross. It was a little kid (about 12) so I guess she couldn’t help it - but it was seriously disgusting.

I had Koya Japan udon for lunch. It was surprisingly edible in a not unpleasant way. Unfortunately it caused some gastrointestinal distress. I could give details, but I won’t. I will say this though - for anyone who knows me really well, it was an unsettlingly familiar throwback to the white grape juice incident.

I also ran into some stuff at work, and now have a huge bruise on the side of my leg. This in addition to the latent effects of workin’ it a little too hard at the gym.

On a brighter note, I had a great little bonding session with a friend from school today. I finally feel like I’m making those “friends for life” from college that made for TV movies seem to think that everyone has. This is good, considering school (or at least this phase of it) is almost over. Is it wrong to want to squeal in excitement, and cry in lament at the same time?

(Geez, I sound like a koo koo bird today)

I hurt. I went to the gym yesterday for the usual Saturday morning BodyPump class. I’m really starting to enjoy it - melts away the stress of the week quite nicely. The program we did yesterday, however, entailed SIX MINUTES OF SQUATS!!! My legs and butt are seriously protesting. But no pain, no gain, right?? Please tell me I’m right!!

In other news, as usual, my boyfriend lent me his car to take to the gym, and I would return it to his place of employment on my way to work. So I drove to the gym, drove home, and when it was time to go to work I went down to my visitor parking area and found his car had been broken into. Upsetting. They tore apart the dash to take the stereo and find the faceplate, broke into the trunk and stole his golf clubs (they had to destry the back seat - apparently they’re not smart enough to pop the trunk latch button), and took his cell (which he had left in the car as well).

Although I know it’s not my fault, and there’s nothing I could’ve done to stop it, I’m still pissed off for him. Because of our quality Insurance Corporation of British Columbia, it’s going to cost him $300 to get the car fixed and the stereo replaced (instead of the $100 it used to cost). And that doesn’t even cover replacing the cell phone or golf equipment. That’ll be a minimum of $500 if he goes through his house insurance to replace it - or much more if he just replaces it outright. I guess it’s not enough to be victimized - you’ve gotta take it up the ass again from the companies we fork out our hard earned dollars to, to keep us protected from all this.

One other small tidbit. I’ve noticed an interesting pattern. I can spout off something that I think is a bit insightful or thought provoking, and there’s no comments. When I spew off a 4 sentence haircut blog, everyone has something to say. Strange.

Today was an interesting day.

I got up way too early for comfort, and headed up that hill to meet up with my carpool group for our field trip out to Kent Maximum Security Federal Corrections Center. Katie (being the doll that she is) baked cookies for the long drive.

Kent was… crazy. I think mostly because the average age of inmates is 26. That’s just way too close for comfort. It means that most of my male friends are about the same age as the average inmate there. Seeing the guys was a total trip. We didn’t mingle with the general population, but we did take a little tour down the “Kitchen Gunwalk”. We got to look down on the cafeteria where a bunch of young guys were having lunch. I know that criminals aren’t some beastly mutated people - but when you see a bunch of guys who could easily pass as one of your colleagues or classmates - let’s just say it’s creepy.

We also got to tour the “segregation” units. Otherwise known as solitary confinement. You can’t see much into the cells, but there is a 4″ wide by 2′ long window in each cell door. Standing less than 4 feet from that door and seeing a pair of baby blues and some freckles staring back at you is definitely strange. He grinned, I said “hey” he said “hey” and the group moved on. That man is one of the most dangerous offenders in Canada. He can not be let out of that cell with less than 3 armed guards escoring him (full shackles on of course). Yet he looked like a boy of not more than 25. One other thing. The guard said Oz is a pretty accurate reflection of his daily life there.

After that totally surreal experience, our little carload of innocents decided a trip to Tim Hortons and then the mall was in order. I scored some nice pants and a cute sleeveless turtleneck.

And I am thankful every moment to those brave men and women who put their lives on the line (and they really do - they’re not allowed to carry weapons on the job, not even handcuffs and pepper spray) to keep us safe from these so-called lost souls.

… make all the suffering worthwhile. Copied from an e-mail received this morning:

“Jennifer:

I have received and reviewed your interim 03-1 graduation report, and
find that, pending successful completion of your 03-1 courses, your
CMNS Major will be complete.

I have passed my findings along to the Dean of Applied Sciences office.

Convocation for CMNS grads will occur on the afternoon of Thurs. 5 June 2003.

Lucie”

Now I know that retail isn’t the most forgiving job out there - heck, I’ve done it - and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, somebody’s gotta be there to service me when I need to spend my hard earned money.

But there are just some people out there, who have obviously made a career of doing low-end retail sales because they’re just not smart enough to do anything else. I hate running into those people on a shopping excursion.

Example:

Yesterday I found myself wandering through Metrotown waiting for a movie to start (Old School; not movie of the year, but worth the price of Admission - on a Tuesday - if you’re a Vince Vaughan fan) and I decided to pop into the discount fragrance place to see what they were selling my favorite fragrance du jour (Chanel Chance) for.

I walked into the store, and the chick rambled off all the great deals they had at about a million words a minute. I didn’t catch any of it. So I asked her “Do you carry Chanel Chance, and if so, how much is it?” She starts in with “You don’t wanna buy that, it’s crap, blah blah blah, try this instead… ” and proceeds to accost me with some Kenneth Cole teenybopper fragrance. The shit just reeks - not unlike Exclamat!on and Tribe that we all wore but won’t admit to it. So I stink like crap, and the girl still absolutely refuses to tell me how much the fragrance I want costs. I’ve tried the damn fragrance on already - I know I like and want it, just give it to me for fuck’s sake.

Now to those of you who have worked in sales in any capacity - if someone wants to buy a product from you, wouldn’t you bloody well sell it to them? I think I’m gonna go dig up my bottle of Tribe and spray her with it next time I’m in the damn mall.

I got a call from my mom the other day. This in itself isn’t terribly unusual, but what she had to say is. Apparently my grandmother is pretty ill. Ill enough to admit to being utterly incapacitated. The fact that she will admit that something is wrong means that whatever it is, it’s pretty serious.

Now I know that my grandparents are no spring chickens. They’re both well into their 70’s now, and have been showing slight signs for a few years of that human wear and tear that we all know so well (first and foremost being telling the same stories over and over and over and over….). But other than that, they’ve been really quite self-sufficient and have managed to successfully battle the illnesses life’s thrown at them (heart attacks, cancer, diabetes to name a few).

Now it seems that time has finally caught up, and my grandmother seems to have aged 10 years in the past week or so. This completely and utterly freaks me out. My grandparents have been a huge part of my life, for as long as I’ve lived it. Heck, I grew up down the street from them. Now that their health has taken a turn for the worse, I’m realizing that I’m the furthest thing from okay with that. I’ve always just expected that they’d be around for everything in my life - and now that I’m realizing that they won’t, I’m incredibly terrified.

Goddammit I hate talking about feelings. Maybe I’ll just delete this.

OOH… it’s been a while, but here’s the ever popular Friday Five!

1. What was the last song you heard?
Whatever was on the radio last, I think it was that Brian Adams/Sporty Spice Song.

2. What were the last two movies you saw?
Hmm.. I’ve been a bit too busy for movies lately… I think Catch me If you Can, and uhh… I don’t remember.

3. What were the last three things you purchased?
Printer Paper, some hair doo-dads, throat losenges.

4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?
Read, Read, Write, Write, Sleep.

5. Who are the last five people you talked to?
Brian, Mom, Dad, Cam, Donna.