Wednesday, October 14, 2009

The ABCs of me

Oh yes, yes I did.

Yes, this is a meme. But lately, I've been strapped for content and Loralee was doing it, so I jumped on the cool kids bandwagon. I promise I'll be back, but for now, I've got midterms. And then papers. And then exams. FML. So here's the meme.

A – ADVOCATE FOR: Cancer research, a more effective Children's Aid system and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies as a breakfast food

B – BEST FEATURE: Eyes, hands down. Everyone comments on them, thanks to the fact that they change colours.

C – COULD DO WITHOUT: Vegetables. Jerks. Roommates. Cities. Injuries.

D – DREAMS & DESIRES: I want to become a teacher, get married, have a family and live happily ever after. I'm not after fame or fortune. Just enough money to live comfortably and someone who loves me for me.

E – ESSENTIAL ITEMS: My truck, a tank of gas, my Blackberry, and my iPod with some good tunes.

F – FAVORITE PAST TIME: Hockey. I could spend my entire life in an arena and be happy. I love the cold, and I like the smell of the ice. And yes, ice pads DO have a smell.

G – GOOD AT: Sports, school, farming and being the type of loyal friend who will throw a punch for you if necessary.

H – HAVE NEVER TRIED: Going vegetarian or vegan. There are some things I could give up. Meat is not one of them.

I – IF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS: Buy a house, give a good chunk to my parents, have a bit of a shopping spree and invest the rest.

J – JUNKIE FOR: Dim sum. Sushi. Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies but only the soft kind. House. Hockey.

K – KINDRED SPIRIT: 6 of them, who I love with my whole heart.

L – LITTLE KNOWN FACT: I'm left handed. People in real life obviously picked up on that one, but did any of you know it?

M – MEMORABLE MOMENT: The first time I traveled internationally, the first time I went alone, California in senior year, far too many to list.

N – NEVER AGAIN WILL I: Lose myself. I came too close, and I hate that.

O – OCCASIONAL INDULGENCE: Live sports games. There's nothing that will make me happy like NHL tickets.

P – PROFESSION: Professional student. And I work at a bar. So professional student beer slinger? Awesome.

Q – QUOTE: "I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
— Marilyn Monroe

R – REASON TO SMILE: A house, a home, friends, family, money, education, safety,'s pretty good, isn't it?

S – SORRY ABOUT: My past screw ups. But I've owned to them, and its time to move forward.


U – UNINTERESTED IN: Drama. Pink. Pop. Doing anyone's makeup but my own. (I'm good at it, but hate doing other people's)

V – VERY SCARED OF: Disappointing people I love. Losing people I love.

W – WORST HABITS: Hating household chores, period.

X – X MARKS MY IDEAL VACATION SPOT: LOL You seriously want me to pick one? I've traveled extensively. Here's a blog entry about it, if you're interested.

Y – YUMMIEST DESSERT: Anything that combines the word "cake," "chocolate," and "molten" had me at hello.

Z – ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo. I'm "shy." I stopped believing in horoscopes right when I read that one.


Thursday, October 1, 2009

Our asses make a cute couple?

I Twittered an abbreviated version of this amusing anecdote earlier and got some funny reactions, so I figured, for your reading pleasure, I'd tell you the story.

I have tutorials for my large history classes. It's standard fare. The class is broken down into small groups (20 or less) and we split up and discuss, rather than being talked at all the time. It's awesome.

In my group, there's a gay guy. He's pure, flaming gay awesome (I mention this for an important point in my story, and I don't exaggerate, he told a girl he had the same sweater as her in a different colour. Boy wears womens clothes), and we've already become buddies. He's hilarious.

There's also a guy that is dang good looking. Like the type you look at and the first thought is yum. He also happens to be a very nice guy, which is welcome. We're in the same group of 3 for presentations too, which is insanely convenient. He's hot, plain and simple.

We were leaving class today, and hot guy and I are walking and talking. The other guy is lagging behind, tapping away on his Crackberry. I notice we're leaving him behind and yell back to make sure he's coming. Once the hot guy takes off to his next class, the gay guy catches up to me in seconds, and the following conversation ensues:

Him: You know what, you two make a cute couple, even from the back.
Me: You were lagging behind intentionally?
Him: Oh yes.
Me: You were checking out our asses?!
Him: Well, his more than yours, but the point still stands. Hot couple. I was kinda hoping you'd pounce him.
Me: I barely know him.
Him: What better way to get to know someone than by pouncing?
Me: Well, you could try, "Hi, how are you?"
Him: So conventional. Jump his bones, sistah.

University education at its finest.