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I’m taking a SpeechCrafters course through work. It’s pretty cool - it’s a Toastmasters program, and it’s free as long as I show up for 5/8 weeks. I’m pretty stoked.

I have to deliver my first speech for tomorrow. Do you think it’s finished yet? Of course not.

Ideally, it should’ve been done two days ago so I could be rehearsing - memorizing my intro and conclusion.

How on earth did I manage to get a university degree with this kind of behavoiur?

An Open Letter to the Five “big” local FM stations:

Dear DJs,

Can we stop with the sad songs each and every song all day long today? Even the rock station is playing weepy Emo songs. And when the country station is starting to sound the most optimistic - well there’s a problem. I’ve really had about enough.

All this girl wants is to rock out. Is that too much to ask?

Much Love,
-peechie

Every year I want to have a Christmas party. And every year my plans are foiled, because EVERYONE has Christmas parties, and all the good dates are taken by the time I decide to pick one.

Perhaps this year I will start early.

REALLY EARLY. Like Now.

If you wanted to pick your perfect date to attend my Christmas Party, what would it be?

Please, nothing before Rememberance Day (Nov. 11).

They have upped the coffee prices 36% in the Cafeteria.

This right around the time my poor addled brain and weary body are starting to demand two paco-sized mugs* a day instead of just one.

And y’all - I am already running myself into the poor house (why must you taunt me with your bonus time Clinique!)

So the dilemma is this: Do I get up early enough to brew a cuppa joe before I head out in the morning, likely negating the need for two cups at all - since it means I’ll actually be awake before I leave? Or do I just suck it up and fork out the cashola in exchange for that extra 20 mins of sleep?

Other points to consider: The cafeteria coffee here is among the most rancid I’ve ever tasted. My coffee consists of freshly ground premium beans (think Seattle based java emporium - I know someone who gets her “free pound of beans a week” and doesn’t drink the stuff), filtered water, and steamed soymilk.

What would Jesus you do?
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My local Canada Post employees are the most INCOMPETENT FUCKERS EVER.

That is all.

Anyone have a photocopier I can kick the shit out of?

A tiny piece of my personal musical history just died.

Too bad that you had to get caught,
That’s not like you to lose face.
So sad that you’re not as smart,
As you thought you were in the first place.

You know it’s likely going to be an interesting week when you wake up to your alarm, and your first thought is to shout at it something to the tune of:

“PC LOAD LETTER?? WHAT THE FUCK!!!?!?!”

Someone’s got a case of the Mondays.

I always miss having a fireplace when the first fall weather rolls in. There’s something about the warmth and the crackling and the coziness of a fire and some hot tea and a good book that makes it seem like everything perfect is hunkered down there with me in my living room.

Somehow I doubt the Crackling Fireplace dvd and a space heater would suffice…

Fun song lyrics of the week:

Back when a “Ho” was a Hoe
Coke was a Coke
And crack’s what you were doin’
When you were crackin’ jokes

Back when a screw was a screw
The wind was all that blew
And when you said “I’m down with that”
It meant you had the flu

-”Back When,” Tim McGraw

Preamble: watching Friday Night Lights, pondering the trials and tribulations (and memories) of living in a small town where the biggest goal is getting out (and also lusting after Tim McGraw), in a disgustingly popular movie theatre, where miraculously, it is less than 25% full and nobody is being annoying… yet…

(unspoken thoughts italicized in parentheses)

Her: Engrossed in movie
Him: “blah blah something something”
rinse and repeat 3 times or until thoroughlly peeved

Her: Engrossed in movie
Him: “blah blah something else”
Her: “SHHH!!!”
15 minutes later…
Her: Just getting back into movie
Him: “blah blah something something”
Her: (DIE.)

Fast Forward to car ride home…
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Hi. My name is Jen and I am TOTALLY IRRESPONSIBLE.

Someone please take away my credit cards, and DO NOT let me anywhere near the mall.

I just checked my online banking statement, and all I can say is thank God this chair has armrests, or I may have fallen off of it completely.

Woot. I just bought 2 tickets to the Brad May & Friends Hockey Challenge (scroll down).

I suggest you go get yours now, before they’re all gone. It’s likely the only chance to see any of our Boys in Blue on the ice this winter. And when else are you going to see the Canucks play for $18?

Something I’ve been meaning to do for AGES and never have is to get all gussied up on Halloween and see the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I’ve never even seen the video version, so it should be a good time (for me at least).

It’s showing at the Vogue on Sunday Oct. 31 at 8:00pm. Tickets are $12/each, or $10.80/ea for groups of 10 or more. If enough people want to get together and do this, let me know. I’ll buy the tickets so we can all converge in a group - but beware, if I fork out $108 plus applicable service charges and people stand me up, I will hunt them down and cut them.

Anyway, leave a comment if you’re interested.

I hate being this tired. I’ve slept 9-12 hours/night for the past week, and still feel as if I’ve been hit by a small volvo.

I hate it even more, because I know that the only thing that will alleviate the tired is getting my tired ass UP and going to the gym. And when you’re this tired, trust me, UP is the last thing you wanna be.

At least tomorrow’s Friday.

And I have fabulous hair.

A reward for those of you up and at ‘em before 2:30pm today: You get to have a say in choosing my hair colour!

Here’s an old picture of my hair. It’s currently got much more blonde and caramel colours through it, but I don’t have any more recent pictures on webspace anywhere. At least you’ve got some idea of the style and natural colour. And my pasty complexion. And how messy my room was that day.

What I’m thinking is maybe putting some dark auburn streaks in amongst the blonde. That might look cool. Or dumb. It’s up to you.

Suggestions that will be promptly ignored:
-Changing the style. I’m not growing it out, or cutting it shorter, or shaving my head, or cutting those ass ugly pixie bangs or whatever.
-Colouring it something unacceptably unnatural. No blue or green or purple. You like that stuff, do it to your own damn head.
-Colouring it generally darker. Just no. I will look dead. Or like Shannon Dougherty. And nobody needs to see that.

Other than that - let me have it! If I actually use someone’s suggestion, I promise I’ll show up to show it off at the bloggermeetup on Thursday night. Unless it turns out to look like ass. In which case, you will owe me a hat.