sing me the springtime blues baby!

Sneaky Twinkletoes!! That is your leprachaun name. The internet told me so and the internets dont lie ya hear?!

I loved the random Svedish Phone call on Fri. I cant believe im gonna see u and your crew in a few weeks! There is nothing much to tell ya, not too much goin' on in life o' linny. My life is pretty much jam-packed with meaningless, fun nights and boring, irrelevant days. But hey, no one ever accused me of being too deep right? hehe.

I love spring! it actually just boosts my whole spirit and suddenly im so enthusiastic about life and school and friends and cute shoes. But also in a way, spring for me is kinda like spring in edmonton: where all the stuff i've covered up all year is kinda' melting away and everythings just dirty and full of puddles. Yes, that is the most ridonq metaphor ever but its just whats in my brain. Finals are coming so all my effing around is about to kick me in the ass, and things are kinda' coming to a pinnacle with the fandam...or maybe im just getting antsy for summer to start. I dunno. Its hard for me to even figure out this feeling let alone explain it. Things were much easier when I didnt have feelings. HaHa But i kind of get the sense that its the "final stretch' and im just holding on by my fingernails. But, i guess ive held on every year so far so i might as well keep on keepin' on haha. I cant wait for Summer so my fingernails can take a break! Or at least stop being such a downer on our blog haha.

And of Course, i leave you with some visual splendor! See Ya Soon Dawg!

-Twindle O'Guiness

* Me On St. Patty's*--> Im actually still a little bit unsure who this guy is!

*Triple Attack Birthday Parties Last Night*

*That is not my Finger!**This is shortly after someone explained to me what a Colonoscopy was! HaHa*

Drink 'till your Irish!

J-Razzle, (ps. u must call me Lindizzle for the rest of my life now 'cause thats how much I love it)





I dont have much to say just wanted to holla' at my girl yo. haha. i am the proud owner of a sinus infection. also known as an infection of the sinus. abuh... i just got schooled on an exam and am at home in bed nursing my wounds. EAS of Weather was SuPPoSeD to be my easy A option but it's actually rocking my world..and not in the good sense. Wind 'n stuff is really hard. No Noomie, we haven't got to hurricanes yet, we are still wrapped up in really interesting things like cold front projection and terminal velocity of hailstones. I quote my prof's actual notes when i say: "Graupel hailstones sometimes hit the ground and go splat." UnForTUnAteLy for me that was not a question on the exam.





Everything otherwise is truckin along pretty well, I just wanted to say hello and make sure you still love me :)





Some notes/events of potential interest in point form for ya:


-i overdosed on cold meds and fainted in a snow bunny costume on Fri...not so cute


-there was a big ridickle "gang-related" throwdown in Sub quiet room last night b/tw two grps of ethnically diverse students....whats with Uni students thinking they are tough? if they really wanna be H-Core they should be out raping and pillaging, not studying at school @ 10:30 on a sunday night. i guess i am naive in that i really thought their was no racism/ethnic conflict on campus: why cant we be friends, why cant we be friends......


-sat is none other than St Patties day!! Debauchary should abound I will keep u posted. I figure as long as im not puking on a bouncer by 10:30 I've been more successfull than last year...or would that be less successful?


-I still have not heard where I am posted for T to tha' A but I am starting to fantasize about another summa' D. South with our Boys. Which isn't necessarily a good thing...i've got a nasty rash of HOPE coming on that i really should take care of hehe. BUT in all honesty, im havin' a hard time wrappin my brain around the idea of a TA Sum sans you & tuggy.




And i think that is enough mindless blabbering, next blog i will try to write something with a little more substance or meaning..or at least a juicy story for ya! i think the meds are sucking up all my creativity. so i leave u with a stupid picture:

ps YRoc: glad ur back in one piece, I hope Dante's was a good time sorry I couldnt make it over to say hey. Being a South-side (Jets) girl, we dont like to wander into West Side (Sharks) Territory...haha jk, and good luck back at the Mac!!!

pps wayner: there is a mini-pubcrawl crawlin' into Diamonds on Fri that will be for my l'il cousin nancy's 21rst Bday....u should give her a shout out for me :)

So that's what 25 year olds think about...

Lindizzle,

I just found this pic on a long lost roll of film I had been carrying around in my purse. It made me smile. And, of course, trailer venetian blinds always make for a nice back drop. Ah J-Core. I do miss that girl.

Sorry to hear about your groin. Man, how long have I been waiting for the right time to say that.

Since my return from 1313, it's been pretty busy. On my school agenda right now I am a part of a sketch comedy show, writing a short film to be produced (my first produced work!), writing a tv sitcom pilot, re-writing a feature film, story editing somone else's feature, among a bunch of other weekly reading, journal entries, and re-writing. Bonkers. It's funny cause I was hanging out with my buddy Josh the other night and we are both starting to observe how our fellow students are seriously starting to become unglued. There's a couple people we're sure are in deep depression, a few who now seem to be full-blown addicts, and I'm sure a few eating disorders have surfaced in the class too. If our year at school was a movie, this would be the second act midpoint when our protagonist is at his lowest. Life imitating art? Maybe. Stress reveals itself in fascinating ways. Spring break is still 7 weeks away but everyone's already talking about it like it's our release date from prison or something. Ha ha. And the funny thing? I actually wouldn't want to be anywhere else. It's pretty unforgetable. Although I wouldn't mind transplanting you here. Ryan can come too. Danger, Y-Roc and Wallace are always welcome for guest appearances.

On a completely different note, all my friends decided to grow up this week. My brother, my friend Kim, my cousin Christie, and Binny have all bought property this week in suburbia with their significant others. Like, just this week. And I know the weird thing is that it's probably going to seperate me from these people further. I realize how silly and superficial that sounds, but it just makes me reflect on how different my life is from those of some of my best friends from childhood. I don't think it's the idea of buying property that makes me feel this way. I would love to do that as soon as I get out of school. I'd love to buy this place from my parents. I think it's the fact that I know they're in for the long haul. They're snuggling in. And don't get me wrong, I love snuggling. It's safe. It's secure. It's warm. These are all wonderful things. But the thing about snuggling is, is that if I do too much of it I will eventually lose the desire to get out of bed. And I'm not ready to go to bed just yet.

Keep on Rocking in the E world. And Charlie, it's good to have you back. Your wit and charm has been sorely missed. Nooman did not pick up any of that slack. Ha ha.

Jenny

work related injuries and injustices

여보세요 (that is hello in korean...bitches)

J-Sed, i have just finished my hell-week of school hell-ness and i am curled up in bed with a heat pack on my lower back and an ice-pack on my groin...i hurts, oh i hurts.

--> the back is from school related injuries/stress and i actually have no idea what the eff i did to my groin. I ran around work last night like a MoFo, being the end of midterms it was chock full of unbathed, overtired, sexually frustrated uni students. Last night was the first night i worked since implementing the "no drinking on shift" rule, my whole body and soul rejected the entire experience and im pretty sure the groin is only the first body part of many to protest. Some people may say that it is unhealthy that i prefer (need?) to be drinking as i get ready for work, while im at work, and then have a glass of wine to 'wind down' at the end of my shift before i go to bed. I tell those people that I am just being efficient; i've managed to successfully combine my work with my favorite hobby. My high school guidance couselor always told me to do something I'm passionate about.

By the way...is "chock full" still something people say? and if yes, is it chalk full? just a thought.

I started my shift off by having my ENTIRE section filled with the Manitoba girls Hockey team here on a tournament. I was not pleased about this since i had spent an hour and a half doing my hair (porn star) and makeup and was really hoping to serve some nice, young, first yr eng. dorks wit their allowance from the parents burning a hole in their pocket. But no, my section went from empty to dyke in 8 seconds flat. Now when i say "dyke" i am not actually trying to attack their sexual preferences or lifestyle. Lord knows people in glass stones shouldn't throw houses...(abuh?) When i say dykes i just mean they were dykey....which is a lesser cousin to the word "cunty."...Which some of them were as well. They were rude, and demanding, and annoying, and un-thankful. I am not a person who holds herself to many conventional standards of behavior but when it comes to the service industry i feel that there are certain standards you should abide by or just stay the eff home...More on that later.

Who taught these girls that it was ok to treat people this way? Is it some kind of lesbian group mentality where they all get together and think it' s ok to treat me poorly just because they are jealous my hair has way better volume than theirs? By the way, that WAS an attack on their sexual preferences. None of the male-employees would help me run any food into my section, i think because they were afraid their penis's would actually shrink all the way up into their torso's at the sight of them. They were sticky to the icky. and thats all i have to say about them.

Back to my thoughts on the service industry: When i go out, it is a treat. I am excited to have some drinks with my friends, talk to the waitresses, and make some drunken 'little while' friends. (no, not the kind you make out with, i mean those people you meet that are wicked.awesome and decide they are the most hilarious person you've ever met [other than you of course J-Rawk] and you guys run around like giddy school girls all night only to never see them again or even really remember their name) But back to my point, going out is a treat and i like to be treated well and soak in the whole experience. Since I recognize that it is the whole environment of the bar that contributes to this experience (and not just the booze), it is logical to say that the services that my bartender/server is providing me with are more than just 'booze.' I am taking in the entire effect of the atmosphere...which is a service being provided to me...which I don't mind paying for. I know there is endless debate about the merits of tipping, but as it is right now, when you go out you should tip (and in Alberta you should tip well.) And for those people who say that they don't want to "buy into the system" you are effing buying into the system by being at the bar in the first place! and by wearing your stupid, dark denim, diesal skinny jeans, and by doing that "emo-thing" with your hair. If you dont want to buy into the system by tipping, stay at home and pour your own damn drinks. Hows that for a tip...tips.

ok. my rant is now completed. i had no idea i would come out so bitter!
jrawk, i enjoy your insights on M.B..."he can't wait till he gets to hike school"
love ya! -Li-Smo

and i leave you with a motorboatin' son of a bitch!