spoiled chinese girl

WTF is with these two wheeled devices? Makes no sense, absoloutly no sense I tells ya. Monday night Badur rang me because he had a pot of wine on the stove and tricked me into believing watching other people drink this poison mulled wine was a spectator sport. Then he broke my edge* by making me try it. Then I broke it myself when I asked for more. It was a great night though. I got to hang out with people in a non-party-non-preplanned group setting. It was chill to see Badur Phil, Tom, Warren, Tyler, Jill and Jana. And the roommate Shannon.

Oh, about the bike. I have a bike now. Not that I can ride it, but I own it. Always claim ownership of items your stupidass ex-roommates leave behind if they're useful. Anyways. My current slightly less stupid roommate took me out into the hall and tried in vain to teach me how to ride it for 10 minutes, where all I really did was crash into the walls or jump off while it was still going. I finally got enough sembalance of riding it, when we realized it was dark, and the thing has no reflectors and neither do I. Now that I think about it, I wouldn't have been able to steer the thing anyways. Then I told the story to Phil and them. Phil made fun of me. I hate him. Not really though because he got me into unicycling. Which makes a lot more sense.

I did just get back from the gym though. Almost 6 weeks of not going, today sucked. I got my groove on, but it was slower, and all my numbers at the end of the workout were lower. But I'll need about a week to get them back up to where they were in November. And this term I'm considering either varying the resistance, or time, depending on the day, to alternate it and give a more rounded workout. Or that's my theory anyways. I never did bother with personal trainers when I was paying out the ass for an expensive gym. Why should I bother asking questions now?

* I'm not really edge, I never was. It's what the alcoholics keep calling me because I keep saying I don't drink.

Apparntly talking trash with what is thought to be a real live person is okay as long as the joke is it's not a real live person in the end. Either way the guy who draws a comic for the newsletter I run is scary. But when he found out his comic was pulled he sounded slightly sad and slightly angry. I almost think he cried over it. Anyways. This was just to explain the title. Because that's what he told me last night.

In other news. I hate being a girl, usually about 4 days a month. Cuz it hurts. I never used to have problems before. But within the last year I've totally fallen into the trap of wanting to eat more right before, being TOTALLY SUPER horny, constantly masturbating, my piercings start getting a bit wonky on me, and then it hits. And my back hurts like hell for at least two days, but usually three and sometimes lasting to four. And today is the first day, and it's always the worst. And I don't know why, and I can't figure out what to do to fix it. All I wanna do is be girile and curl up and wish it would go away. And for the next two hours, that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

Apparntly Half of Scotland are demanding an update. So here. Here's your update.

I don't play video games, and I don't listen to heavy metal music. I can't understand computers nearly as much as I think I do, and I have no interest in worldly politics. I havn't donated to any charities lately and I havn't given any poor street people my money. Mainly because I have no money to give to either.

I started school on Thursday, because Wednesday's one class was cancelled, however our instructor promptly forgot to contact the class, and instead posted a note on the door of the school. Somehow assuming that students will go to a school building if they do not have school. Thankfully someone actually DID visit the building, and contacted the majority of the students. Now we're hoping the note wasn't a prank, because there were plans on doing something similar as this, but the teacher has failed to inform the class previously. Thus this entire week I was only in school for one day (school started on Wednesday offically.)

Thursday was also one of the worse days for driving conditions. What would normally be a 30 minute drive, or 1 hour in rush hour traffic, took me aproximately 1 hour and 20 minutes to drive (being during a NON-rush-hour-traffic time) due to the weather, and generally a lot of people on the road, also a lot of people going very slowly. I drove slowly as well, as I am not complaining of the slowness of the cars, just that I had already planned an additional 40 minutes of driving and was still 20 minutes late. But there was time after my early afternoon classes and before picking up Mister Filipe Barbosa for unicycle practice to do some errands. Such as have a building newsletter approved and copied and delivered. And meeting a new roommate. And finding an old friend. And buying one book that costs a lot of money.

I was also able to sign up for a course I believe will help me immensely in whatever I choose to do in my professional career as well as in any personal interests. I (finally) signed up for a Standard First Aid & CPR Certification course through my school, which is a certified trainer from Red Cross. First it's just good knowledge, and 16 hours isn't that long to learn how to help save someone's life. Secondly, it wouldn't look too shabby to have something like this on a resume while getting a job. Thirdly, after this past summer, while thankfully nothing went wrong at our Girlie Suscon, in my opinion the more people who have this training the better. My course is the 28th and 29th of January. Someone please remind me when the time draws near, as I may forget it by then!

Unicycle practice that night was also a wonderful experience. I met up with people I havn't seen in a very long time. I can still unicycle. I even proved it to the president of the unicycle club that I could ride the length of the gym, since he never saw me do it before. I want a bigger unciycle. I want my 24″ hybrid muni-street bedford unicycle with the red frame and seat and gold chinese lettering down the sides and super long cranks for extra torque and power-steering of my all-wheel-drive vehicle. I also want my friends to hurry up and give me my birthday present, for a birthday that happened a month ago. (They're chipping in for the uni, apparntly it's about 20 bucks a head for them, giving me somewhere between $80-$140 to work with, which will be greatly apperciated) And I'm hoping for a road trip in July to Bowling Green Ohio. Anyone know anyone from there??

Friday I skipped class because I'm not insane. (I'm not busting my butt to get to school at 8am to leave at likely 8:20am!) And instead slept in, then took the car in for an oil change. Met up again with the guy who sold us the car, talked to him in Chinglish (mostly I did the English half while he did the Chinese half) and talked about the new car my dad's looking at (and I'm looking at) for when the lease is up on our current car. I can't choose a colour though. But I want a new car. And I want THAT car. Mostly because it looks cool. But if my dad buys it I won't be able to rice it out. If I buy it, heh, it's getting rice'd out.

There. I hope this update will satisfy my two favourite Scotsmen. It's weird. They both say they're Scottish. But neither of them wears kilts.

P.S. I was told I should sign up to be the hunted. But I think I would rather be the hunter.

First. The Party
Dyed hair blue, dyed fingernails blue, clipped fingernails because nothing would get blue out, got self smelling nice, picked up Phil, was back-rub slut, stole french fries, paid $3 for a pop, helped set up the party, helped with dishes, lounged around, did an emergency run for vegan food, back to my apartment for my “job”, found out vegan dips will turn 6 shades of green in a matter of weeks, back to party central, continued to help set up, took notes on how to put on makeup, got naked with Jen, felt uncomfortable in unfamiliar clothing for 8-10 hours, saw lots of friends, was DD until 10pm, got drunk enough to warrent having someone else be DD, sprayed down with champagne, quick kisses with many people, longer kisses with few, good conversation ranging from suspensions to coronation street, almost cried, groped a few boys, scared a few girls, lots of goodbyes, couldn't stand being in fancy clothes, changed, cleaned up, hugged Badur, vowed to never dress up again, drove home.

In some order similar to that, anyways.

Second. The Resolutions
In keeping with tradition, copy everyone else. This is a list of what I accomplished in 2004, rather than what I will or will not accomplish in 2005.

1. Learn to ride a unicycle.
2. Assisted in an all female suspension convention.
3. Get a job. And another. And another. Without sacrificing piercings or hair colour.
4. Finished 7 days of a 10 day fast.
5. Explored the great outdoors of bike trails on rollerblades.
6. Lost about 15lbs in 3 months by going to the gym and eating sensibily.