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Jan. 16th, 2007 | 10:17 pm
mood: snooty

"He had frequently observed, as he walked, that one handsome face would be followed by thirty, or five and thirty frights; and once, as he had stood in a shop in Bond-street, he had counted eighty-seven women go by, one after another, without there being a tolerable face among them. It had been a frosty morning, to be sure, a sharp frost, which hardly one woman in a thousand could stand the test of. But still, there certainly were a dreadful multitude of ugly women in Bath; and as for the men! They were infinitely worse. Such scarecrows as the streets were full of!"

i love jane austen for creating, in 1915, a character as snobby as me.

but truthfully, who hasn't played a similar counting game?

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solar powered cabin?

Dec. 3rd, 2006 | 03:07 pm
mood: coldcold
music: 102.1









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a small pick me up in the midst of unemployment depression

Oct. 17th, 2006 | 05:18 pm

http://www.sciencedirect.com/science?_ob=PublicationURL&_cdi=5925&_pubType=J&_auth=y&_acct=C000050221&_version=1&_urlVersion=0&_userid=10&md5=c72841d345293d0e2ea2d3cbc4f8b6e3&jchunk=64#64

#13

!!!!!


ps. rachael ray cannot be human. she just can't be. i keep watching in sick fascination.

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i really don't care to post about anything but food

Aug. 27th, 2006 | 08:51 pm
location: brussels
mood: contentcontent

ah belgium, whats not to love?

i've only been in brussels since 3pm and have already eaten a mountain of moules et frites, a couple pieces of chocolate, and an incredible belgian waffle with ice cream and raspberry sauce. there are waffle carts all over the city, and then fancier ones in all the cafes. with fruit (sauce or pieces), with chocolate, with cheese, cream, sugar, glaze, any topping imaginable. i studied several sites before making my purchase, and there seem to be various styles - some thick and airy, some denser, some soft, others crisper. i think i have to carry out a thorough investigation over the next 36 hours.

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firenze

Aug. 26th, 2006 | 12:33 pm
location: florence
mood: fullfull
music: internet cafe 90s dance

waiting for my train to milano
florence rocks
forget venice gelato, the stuff in florence is far, far superior
most places in the world serve ice cream by the scoop
not here. here they just pile up a cup as high as it can go. a mountain of gelato. scoops suddenly seem to constraining.
i have had about 6 gelatis in 2 and a half days.

and i cannot even begin to describe the utter perfection captured in the tomato and fresh mozzerella panini i had the other day.

my backpack is also about 15 pounds heavier since being in this city. since i cant carry any liquids, foods, and just about anything as carry on for my flight to brussels tomorrow, i had to cram everything into my pack. it now contains two bottles of red wine, some 5 year old balsamic vinegar, a box of biscotti, 2 small bottles of ouzo, along with all my clothes, etc. one bottle of wine is for my dad, the other is from paris, meant for miriam and i to drink, but since we got fucked off a pint of beer, a bottle of wine probably would have killed us. now it will be a present to uncle richard in london.
i also started shopping in florence, after doing so well up until now. a skirt, a new wallet, a pashmina (god knows why, i dont think i'm a pashmina type), and last but not least, raising questions regarding my sanity, an apron decorated with various italian cheeses, with straps in the colours of the italian flag. by some divine intervention, i narrowly escaped without buying the matching chefs hat. good fuck.

last night's dinner for one included a primi of spaghetti alla carbonara, and for secondi, some roasted veal. plus red wine (obviously), and then tirimisu and espresso for dessert. and then i got a grappa on the house! i dont care if it was a pity drink. all i know is that i was drunk when i left.

excited about gorging on waffles, chocolate and mussels et frites in brussels tomorrow. and some stella.

who knows what adventures lie ahead with uncle richard next week. i am going to suggest going to a show one night. seriously, how else am i going to spend my evenings with an eccentric 62 year old decked out in plaid?

home in less than 2 weeks. who wants to employ me?

edit: forgot about additional purchase of coffee beans qnd espresso. although i've been wondering; yes italians have perfected the cappucino, latte, espresso, and most wonderful snobby caffienated beverages, but its not they grow the beans, they probably come from colombia (shakira shakira) or guatamala, so will i really get a superior cup made in my canadian kitchen? before i left yesterday the guy at the cafe made me a capp with a heart design.

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Jul. 29th, 2006 | 10:32 am
mood: venice

its fucking sweltering in venice
i cant find my hostel
my bag is heavy
ive been wearing the same clothes for 30 hours
2 hours of sleep
fat cow on train who refused to get her feet off my seat, so that she had practically a double bed, and looked quite rested this morning, while i was curled up in a ball for 12 hours with clenched fists. on the other side of my was an austrian couple who made out for 10 of the 12 hours. i was in as much as a rage as you can be when curled up in a ball.

venice is surreal.
europe starts to look similar after a few cities, beautiful, but old buildings, some churches, some squares and all that jazz. but this is different, and i havent even seen anything yet. i need to find a pay phone and find this guesthouse.

in other news, i was sneezing all over vienna. i look like this horrible cooped up tourist who is spreading germs throughout europe.

1.5 weeks til greece!!!

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eeeeep

Jul. 14th, 2006 | 02:29 pm
location: copenhagen!!
mood: hmm

i have to give a toast at a staff dinner party in denmark
also, i am going under the name donna
i will be the only non staff member, and a tourist
i have to come up with something at least half amusing
i actually dont think i´ve ever given a toast in canada
iøm afraid

although apparantly there are some mojitos

helppp!

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um...alrheiahihihaeihh!!!!

Jul. 8th, 2006 | 10:23 am
mood: jubilantSTOKED
music: classic rock seeping in from garage

today:

phone ruth and pick up loot
fill up mp3 player
write conclusion to essay #2, edit (or briefly consider it) and send it off
make copies of tickets, passport, etc for parents
buy...(shudder) rain poncho (my stomach turned saying that word) from dollar store
pack
write down addresses of people i've promised postcards to
get cali to trim my hair
get smashed in waterloo

fuck, what am i forgetting?

edit: I AM FUCKING DONE GRAD SCHOOL. THANK FUCKING JESUS. ITS OVER. !!!!!!!!!!!

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someone unplug my internet

Jul. 7th, 2006 | 05:22 am
mood: fucking birds
music: fucking birds

god i deplore all nighters. and i always forget how brutal they are until its 4am and suddenly i realize its getting light out and the fucking birds are chirping.
i always tell myself if i get so much done, i'll let myself sleep for a couple hours and then get up again at 6 or 7am and finish it off, and then as 3, 4 and 5 come and go, realization sets in that there will be no nap, there will be no break. i'm in it until the end now. fuck. i'm really not even tired anymore, just sick of my own writing, (which is obviously why i'm now doing extra-curricular writing. fuck) and my back hurts from being a hunchback, sitting at the dining room table.

waaaaaaaaa

on the bright side (a place i admittedly spend very little time) this will be my last all nighter of my masters degree, and hopefully of my university life, at least for a very long time.

page 7 of 10. i suck. seriously, what is wrong with me? how can this short essay humanly be taking so long to write? i'm supposed to be good at this. i'm the slowest essay writer alive.

this motherfucking chirping is setting off my rage receptors. its slight, but building.

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lalalalala

Jul. 5th, 2006 | 11:45 pm
mood: possibly delirious
music: friday night and saturday morning by nouvelle vague

fuck i love this song. its originally done by the specials, but this version sounds so much more genuine. it captures the feeling of being drunk, and feeling like the bar is a paradise that you never want to leave so so well. she even sounds a bit in a drunken haze. its soothing, and makes me miss my permadrunk self a year ago. sigh.

this is an excerpt from my position paper on social constructionism. it's due friday, i'm at a page so far.

I began this course on social constructionism at a time when I had grown a little disillusioned with graduate school, when my academic career appeared to be coming to a close, and when I was grappling with what had led me to sociology as an undergraduate student years ago. For these reasons, I initially struggled with many of the principles of the social constructionist perspective. For someone questioning – and being questioned about – how exactly I was going to use sociology in the “real world,” and how I would market myself and my education in the workforce, the concept of letting go of notions of an objective reality was more than a little frustrating, and at times, seemingly irrelevant.

i was actually chuckling as i wrote it. not because its witty and charming. god no. because every word of this paragraph is 100% accurate. but the very next word i'm going to type is going to be a big 'HOWEVER.'
and thats when a series of lies will be unleashed, where i will make them think I'VE CHANGED.
ha! i love it. i'm going to write a lot of snobbishly jargony words about how my passion for sociology has been revitalized and that i see constructionsm as making one of the greatest contributions to the discipline of all contemporary theories...god, i can't get out of character.
and the prof will love it because its just a big fat ego stroke.

ps. 4 sleeps
pps. i've been wearing pajamas for 3 straight days.

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