tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67690975281468272882024-03-13T10:17:28.921-07:00The Mouthy OneRants from a teenager.notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-45312632265765522922013-08-09T18:13:00.002-07:002013-08-09T18:13:47.541-07:00Fifth grade All Over AgainI am reading instead of writing. I have had this problem since Harriet the Spy and the Hunchback of Notre Dame, both reading assignments in the fifth grade. Hence the title. your welcome.<br />
I'll go over the series, mostly for me, but a little for you as well.<br />
I'm reading a lot of Jill Shalvis, because that woman is awesome. I've read the first Wilder book, Instant Attraction, which was easy since I own it. then I had to wait for the next two. Damn!<br />
Shalvis' Lucky Harbor series is going well. I just finished the third one, Head over Heels, excellent. then I read the fourth, Lucky in Love in about five minutes. Okay four hours, but it was great. And I just got the fifth, At Last from the library.<br />
Animal Magnestism series is great, read the second, Animal Attraction in a day, then Rescue my Heart in a day. Now I have to wait until November for the fourth.<br />
I read the end of Double Play, the first in her Pacific Heat series, because I'm, bad to the bone and now I'm nervous about reading the entire thing, because I'm stupid like that. I have to read the first in the Sky High series, Smart and Sexy, but I thought they were gonna be short stories but they aren't so I'm a little discouraged. (Short stories don't cause me as much heartache or stress because the problems are resolved quickly.)<br />
I also started Shannon Stacey's Kowalski Family series, which is freaking awesome. I'm just about to start the third one, although I firmly believe the second will be my favorite forever. And Goodreads was so rude about it! ugh, heartbreaking. And I have to read some Inter library loaned books, one of which is the first in the Charmed Ninth Season graphic novel, another with short romances. I feel bad because they brought in a whole bunch of books that I requested but was too impatient for so bought. I mean, I bought all of them. So now I'm getting an inpour of these books and I've already read them all. I feel so guilty.<br />
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There are other updates, but I'm gonna wait for a while to talk about them. I already told my mother and she told my dad and they both got pissy about it, so fuck that, I'm not telling anyone else. I'm not ashamed, and I'm not avoiding telling people in case I don't go through with it I won't feel guilty. I just don't want everyone to start harping on me. These people can be real annoying.<br />
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So, I'm gonna go type up some ideas, and I think I'm gonna use the blog post space to do it, since I'm able to type away here. Microsoft Word intimidates me, APPARENTLY. So, happy typing. Wish me luck!!notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-78779014934176394752013-06-24T16:34:00.000-07:002017-10-19T10:47:53.910-07:00Bathroom <- this is a horrible title. I'm very sorryThis will be TMI. Just so you know.<br />
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I have a very strong relationship with my bathroom. There are positive aspects, like showers and cleaning and fresh towels. I like all that. then they is the other side, the dark side, the one I don't talk about. The toilet wars.<br />
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Dun, dun, duh!<br />
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I don't eat wheat. No, scratch that, I don't eat wheat, or gluten or anything that has "whe" or malt in it. Except cheese. I eat the hell out of cheese. So, don't eat gluten. this means I don't eat breads or crackers, which would normally provide a large amount of fiber to my diet. So....no fiber. So when I go to the bathroom, that stuff shoots of out me. Unfortunately, that's not the end of this story.<br />
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I also eat food that isn't too great for me. for instance, cheese. See my relationship mentioned above? Yeah, I LOVE cheese. I like cheddar, feta, and brie. I like mozzarella, i like soft cheese, and hard cheese and the fake cheese that you buy for nachos and the fake cheese you sprinkle onto your pasta. Me likey cheese. Cheese likes me too. Cheese remains for a long time, if you get my drift. So I can spend a week or two going fiber-lite, with frequent bathroom breaks and all. Then I'll attack some cheese and not go forever. this is what has happened here. Not only do I suffer from eating only the slightest bit of gluten by getting instant bathroom visits (I live out of that bathroom, if you're getting me here) or I can spend the day reading trying to go to the bathroom from an attack of the Cheese. So, 30 degrees outside plus humidity, and I get to hang out in my bathroom trying not to explode and/or cry.<br />
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You are very welcome for the visual<br />
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Dun, dun Duh!!!!<br />
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Ha, I'm just kidding. go eat some cheese. Save some for me. I'm getting some feeling back in my legs.notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-12637282044739100702013-06-16T16:57:00.002-07:002013-06-16T16:57:34.873-07:00June 16I've been focusing on music and tv lately. I quit my job in May, which was awesome and am not really searching for a new one. So I watch movies and listen to music. I've memorized the words to When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars and Pontoon by Big Little Town. And I do sing them better. Its nice to just sit upstairs and belt away my favourites and relax. Jesus, I am relaxed. don't get me wrong, I understand that I need a job, I need to help pay bills, start putting away for a house, need to finish up my high school and unattatch myself from my mother. But for today, and maybe even tomorrow, this is nice.<br />
We have a tornado warning in effect, its storming every ten minutes but its nice. I adore stormy weather, so this is a little perfect. Two sisters just left after father's day dinner and the eldest is coming in July. My parents are still struggling with bills, I'm still in a slump, my grandmother is still manipulating and favouring all her other children over my mother, one of my sisters is still an asshole, but I'LL BE OKAY. I think that's what I have to remember, what I have to keep repeating. Is that I WILL get better and I WILL succeed. I need to do it for my mom and my dad and the sisters and to write all the books, and for me. I can't keep letting the depression kill me, stop letting it control my life and my actions. I need to write everyday, and I need to see my friends, and I need to read and I need a job. Geez, I'm exhausted. Talk to you laternotreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-70642889451829891222013-04-29T01:29:00.001-07:002013-04-29T01:29:43.144-07:00Update for AprilI'm writing this at four in the morning. don't judge me, this is when I'm at my best. A lot of stuff has been happening recently. I've been having major trouble at work, but I don't want to talk about that. my older sister Bigger (the second born sister, there are four of us, its hard to use good pseudonyms when I don't want to use something like Talks A Lot or Lives-In-Another-Province. and they are very long to type out.<br />
Soooo, Bigger and her boyfriend of three years broke up earlier this year. She was devastated so all of us went through her emotional upheaval and outbursts. Not that that's new or anything, but she's been slowly getting better. That may change since I now have a new computer in our shared living room. exciting! But kinda stressful. I need to find a version of Microsoft, either legal or *the other kind* <i>ahem, hem</i> because all of my documents are unreadable since they are Microsoft Office and this computer only has Word. I've had the computer for like six hours and already I'm kinda crazy from not having it.<br />
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But today, (uh, yesterday...) was great. I spent it with my mom, Big and my cousin Dude which was great. We had a barbecue with everyone and then I went upstairs and cleaned my room. It feels like a real turning point, because I haven't cleaned in a few months. It has to be the weather, the fresh air the warmness all made me feel like I had all the time in the world. Good gracious, I love summer!<br />
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Another big change has been that my eldest sister, Biggest broke up with her husband. They've been together for so long, and quite a few things came out that none of us knew that were really shitty. I'm so confused and disappointed, not really in my sister, but in the loss of the connection of my brother. Its just so new. I'm trying not to judge either since she has a new boyfriend already. but I can't wait to see her this summer. I don't even want to talk about her separation and eventual divorce but just give her a big hug and hang out with her.<br />
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Too much change, too much distraction. No writing, hardly any reading and too much sleeping and stressing. But summer's here, summer with his warm breezes and longer daylight hours. notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-67729740293395396662013-02-07T14:59:00.000-08:002013-02-07T14:59:18.444-08:00It's been a whileI actually don't mind that I haven't been here for a while. <br />
Wow, I can't believe I'm starting with a lie. <br />
Let's go again! Alright, three, two, one<br />
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Hello readers (all 2 (ha!) of you)!<br />
I haven't posted in about three months. And no, I cannot go back to the main page to see what the actual date of my last post was because I'm lazy. <br />
I've been suffering from a bad bout of depression since Christmas and spend most of my days sleeping or playing Scrabble on the Facebook. I've now changed medications and am slowly increasing my dosage. The only downside to this new medications is the very vivid (and violent) dreams I have. For instead, in a three night streak, I had a dream that I was murdered and had to solve my own murder (lazy living people. Just lazy), then the next night I had a dream I was raped and living through the trauma and for the grand finale, I lost a child in pregnancy. What a wonderful way to wake up. Happy Happy Happy! Last night I dreamed I was killed by a biker gang looking for my Buick. Yeah, these bitches are specific. <br />
But really, let us move on from that. Some positive at the moment (we're gonna ignore all the negative because they give me headaches and cause me to wake up at three in the morning and vomit.) yeah, so Positive! <br />
1. I'm listening to Bruce Springsteen's album Born in the U.S.A, which is one of my absolute favourites. I know all the words and I might dance around in my room to the music. <br />
2. I'm beating at least three people on the Facebook Scrabble at the moment, which is fantastic! And now I've just jinxed myself, so, happy happy, you bloody idiot. <br />
3. I'm going to an indoor yard sale tomorrow and hopefully Value Village and our local used book store. Three of my absolute favourite places in town, since I can acquire cheap books there. Hooray!<br />
4. I've used so many sarcastic exclaimation points in this post, I'm almost giddy. (Everyone except the last one. Do not use sarcastic exclaimation points about my books. I will cut you.)<br />
5. Not really positive, but I'm going to a party on Saturday. I don't actually like the context of the party since I have to spend money, but I like most of the people going, so, uh cool. <br />
6. I finished my quilt! YAY! I need to take a picture and I should show what I did with all those knitted squares. I really like the results and my parents do too. (They're the ones that received it for Christmas)<br />
7. Mardi Gras' coming up. I am so not Catholic, but I really like the idea of parades and masks, so Mardi Gras is my jam. I do plan to go down to New Orleans before I'm 25 so I can experience the real thing. <br />
8. I'm getting paid tomorrow. That means I get to buy food. Once again, Woohoo!<br />
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I really can't think of anything else, and now am kinda bummed that I only found eight things that I'm actually excited about. My grandmother has some autoimmune disease, Bigger broke up with Stretch, Big isn't speaking to Mom because Big hasn't gotten my nephew (he's a dog, BTW) his shots and Mom is upset about that, Mom found a bug in Baby's (my cat) fur. I open on Saturday, which blows. My next pay will be tiny since I took a week off to go visit my cousin. And it's still snowing. <br />
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I guess you gotta take the good with the bad, but at the moment, my head is more occupied with darkness than any light. I'm not a danger to myself, but I feel empty most of the time, and listless for the other parts. Finding things I like or love has been a struggle, but as I do I get obsessed then exhausted with my efforts. I've lost my appetite, for life, food, information. I can't read most books through unless its an obsession (one series in particular). I force myself to eat and I stress over everything. The future looks bleak and the world looks bleak. I wish it would stop, but the depression is always here, always keeping me company. They say depression is like a black dog, but I love dogs. My depression is an uninvited guest, who makes you uneasy and uncomfortable while taking your time and your space. It's fucking wretched to say the least. I don't know what I'll do. <br />
I'll try to post soon, so no one worries too much, but for the moment, this is all I can say. <br />
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gotta go guys. may your troubles leave you soon. notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-69504660734962389632012-11-10T22:38:00.002-08:002012-11-10T22:38:37.102-08:00Shit, I Missed a DayNope. Didn't get to post a picture today, cause I worked from way too early in the morning until one this afternoon. It blew fucking chunks. So you can take a look at all the Terry Pratchetts I have. Checks are owned and 'x's are read. Enjoy. and yes, I did make all those check marks. aren't I awesome?<br />
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Take a picture everyday, HOPEFULLY next time it will include my face, but man do I really suck at taking pictures. They're either fuzzy and I've taken eighteen but picked the fuzzy one, or they have the most fucked up angles ever. I don't meind my double chin but we have to see the note. Obviously. </div>
<br />notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-89721946002477395842012-11-07T17:45:00.001-08:002012-11-07T17:45:49.391-08:00FuckSo, NaNoWriMo is kicking my ass. It's seven days in and I've writen a little over 5,000 words. The website says I'll be done ine late December. Fuck you NaNoWriMo website! You don't know how well I scramble and finish shit when it comes to the deadline. I see myself at 6:30 on November 30th typing like a coffee fuelled mad woman, which I will be. In fact, I think I'll go write right now. And don't read that last sentence out loud. It'd make your head hurt. notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-72114706893595076452012-11-01T11:25:00.000-07:002012-11-01T11:25:34.588-07:00PlansTo me honest, I don't actually like talking about myself. So I'm gonna use a starting phrase that will help to <br />
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I have been feeling...<br />
I had thought......<br />
I plan to......<br />
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And so on and so forth. This might help to organize my thoughts since I'm honestly all over the fucking place. <br />
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So I'll get started. I have two plans to maintain this month and I will explain them to you. First, I will be committing to Nanowrimo, which is short for <strong>Na</strong>tional <strong>No</strong>vel <strong>Wri</strong>ting <strong>Mo</strong>nth. This takes place world wide and I will be working with my friend Sarah. We're not working together, but we're gonna spend time going over our ideas and help each other plot our storylines. I feel that this is NOT going to work because the two of us are so completely opposite and our minds work so differently. But we'll try. Sarah also has a new place, the first in our group to have their own place. <br />
Second, November will be the first No-Books-For-Ashley month. I'm not allowed to buy any book for any price and I'm not allowed to order any either. The only exception is the fall booksale at the public library. This will probably be the last sale until the spring so I want to get in their to get some great deals. But I was spending too much money on books, going to the libraries, this constant yard sale, Value Village, etc. <br />
So I'm gonna be really fucking pissed for most of November. Its gonna be fun!<br />
Not.<br />
<br />notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-69474691154588665522012-10-05T16:20:00.001-07:002012-10-05T16:21:17.609-07:00I'm Back!I was rereading an old draft from back in June (maybe May?) when I received devastating news. It was titled WTF? since I'm very much to the point. Obviously. <br />
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"Just one thing, a tiny thing that kinda just shook my brain up.<br />
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1) The Pittsburgh Penguins traded Jordan Staal to Carolina. What? What happened? I'm starting to tear a little. This is just? Just, WHY? Why would you do this? How could this happened? I think I'm in shock. And<br />
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2) He's now married. What? Why wasn't I informed!? This is angry. That's three out of four Staals married and I'm pissed. What is with these cute guys getting married? Why don't they wait until they're forty then get it over with? Don't they understand the rules? Next thing you know, Sidney Crosby will be getting married.....OMG. Please don't let this happen. I'm venerable enough. I don't need that as well. Oh, Hockey Gods, please don't do this to me!"<br />
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I read it, and I go...So? Who cares that he plays for Carolina and is married? BTW, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marc-Andr%C3%A9_Fleury">Marc-Andre Fleury</a> also got married this summer, although he's too French for me. But really, all I want is my hockey BACK! I don't care who plays for who, I don't give a shit who's married. I WANT TO WATCH HOCKEY! You got that NHL? You guys are being dicks. <br />
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In other news, since I haven't written (wrote? I am not a grammar bug) since June or July, there is a multitude of things that have occurred. First, I got a job. Little convenience store no biggie, good hours not tons of work and good people to work with. Or so I thought..... Apparently, I had been accusing people of stealing and hadn't even known about it. How did I not realize you ask? There's two answers: either I've developed a sever but short case of amnesia, or b) someone has been lying/taking my words out of context. Yes that's three, but shut up. So basically I'm pissed. I don't want to work with two girls you've lied about me and said I accused them of something I would never ever suggest. And my manager won't tell me who they are! So every time I go into work, I'll look at my coworker wondering if she's the one. Did she go and lie to the manager about me? Does she thinks that she's won. I haven't worked since the accusations reached me because I've been sick, but now my manager probably thinks I look weak (especially since I cried because a) this is my first job, b) my first major problem and c) I'd been taking very strong hormone medication to deal with the PCOS. So, yeah, work kinda sucks ass now. <br />
Okay, now the summer is over. It's freezing here, and its the beginning of October. I haven't been to school in a week because I've been sick, but my track record before that wasn't great either. I haven't seen my counsellor in months, since about the end of May and am feeling real low. I'm going to have to get a new one (Damn!) and rehash everything from the past four years. Wow, I hadn't really realized it's been four years. I'm old. <br />
But, I know that I want to get a computer of my own up and running before the end of October. I'm gonna make Big and Big's Boyfriend a quilt for Christmas and I think a medium size pillow/bed for their dog. I have no idea what to get Bigger and her boyfriend, and what I should do for my eldest sis out in Saskatchewan. But I'll figure it out. <br />
I've got one of my stories outlined (Yay! Applause!) and now I have to start writing it. I think I'll change it to third person omniscient and include journal entries from the main character's point of view. This is a big step, since I've had the characters and the setting and the whole world created for years now, but the characters (mainly the protagonist) didn't possess enough flaws to make a good plot, so I couldn't do anything with it. But I fixed that! Yay! <br />
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So I think that's all for now. I've been reading <a href="http://reinventingfabulous.com/">Refab with Anne Stuart</a> that's giving me ideas about goals and how to deal with certain things (ie. Anne Stuart is overweight like me and has depression like me) so I'm gonna set some goals for myself as well. <br />
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1. Start writing. Even a little<br />
2. If I don't feel like writing fiction, come on the blog and yammer here. No one reads anything, so I'm perfectly safe. <br />
3. Apply for new job. <br />
4. Smaller portion (made a good plan already!) and no eating after nine. <br />
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5. Spend wisely. <br />
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Alright, that's it. Everyone have a good day/night and I'll see you soon! <br />
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P.S. Did you know that Blogger doesn't recognize Yay? Isn't that sad? Or is that just me?notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-3908276555979290802012-06-19T17:01:00.001-07:002012-06-19T17:01:26.898-07:00Tuesday BluesSo today has not been a good day. I woke up way late for school and I felt like a complete failure. Why can't I get my lazy ass out of bed? My day hadn't even started and I felt like crap. I dressed and everything then I went downstairs to see my mom, who usually makes me feel better. To cut to the point, because I could go on and on, I didn't go to school. Although my mom was really calm about it (no punishment, no anger) I was angry with myself. I always feel like a loser on days I stay home and today was no different. Mom, Bigger and I ended up going out, shopping a little and picking up Bigger's boyfriend Stretch to run errands. We stopped at a bunch of places I like, like Value Village where Mom bought me earrings and a bottom for my quilt (which I will post here as I didn't my last one). But all day I couldn't shake the feeling that it was a bad day. We stopped at Big's work and had lunch with her and when she asked why I wasn't at school, I couldn't answer. She said "I care about you, but you won't tell me what's wrong." That's the whole problem, I don't know what's wrong and I don't have the time anymore to figure it out. I want to graduate and have <span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">a life</span>, and I can't do that with poor attendance and shitty grades. I have to do better. <br />
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When we got back, there was a message on the answering machine that informed me that I had missed my practical exam for Vocal class. I was upset, but I had no right to be. I PURPOSELY skipped school today and I have to deal with the consequences. I missed a day with my friends, most of whom are not coming back next year and who I won't see so much over the summer. I missed seeing the boy I liked, and I made myself nervous about asking him out. <br />
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To help me get better, to try to help me have more good days than bad, my mom has an idea about how I can help myself. She wants me to start writing down my activities, so I can see what I'm doing during the day and try to fill my life with more things, better things. She even has goals:<br />
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1) Volunteer at a least two places, at least once a week<br />
2) A job search done at least once a week with provided rides<br />
3) Exercise at least once a day, just one activity (with the extra weight and the diabetes, this is big)<br />
4) Spend a little time doing a relaxation activity (her term) such as knitting, reading or quilting etc., but not spend my entire day doing this. I think I may have a few relaxation days during the summer just so I can get some writing done, but her idea sounds good. <br />
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So. I have goals. I have ambitious that need time, concentration and energy put into them. <br />
I have things to make, things to say and things to do. I have exams to ace! I have a boy to ask out. <br />
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Wish me luck. <br />
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P.S. What's up with you? Any plans? Any secrets desires that you want spontaneously to burst forth and fill you with energy and determination? Now I'm curious. Go on. :)<br />notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-14480923434621955372012-06-17T19:06:00.000-07:002012-06-17T19:06:08.957-07:00ABC's of Ashley<div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 1px; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>A. Age:</b> 18. Legal to vote, but I can't drink. Damn Ontario laws!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>C. Chore that you hate: </strong>Decluttering with my mom. Because she really sucks at decluttering. <strong> </strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>E. Essential start to your day:</b> Peeing. Wow, I really have no schedule. Can you guess I'm a teenager? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>G. Gold or silver:</b> Gold, because it goes really well with my skin tone and I like gold jewellry. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>J. Job title:</b> Awesome. Or Student. or Daughter/Sister. But Awesome pretty much covers it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>K. Kids:</b> None. (Cat doesn't count because she hates me)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><strong>L. Live: </strong>Sudbury. Northern Ontario. Canada. <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>M. Mother's name:</b> None of your business. (Lisa, but don't tell anyone!)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>N. Nicknames:</b> Ash, Nemo, Marie, Judy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>O. Overnight hospital stays:</b> Tonsil removal (I wonder if there's an official name for this, but I'm too lazy to google it)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>P. Pet peeves:</b> People telling me I'm being mean. You think I don't notice? Perhaps I'm being mean for a reason, you idiot. Get away from me before I kick you in the shin </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Q. Quote from a movie:</b> All I can think of is "Truth? you can't handle the truth!" and I've never even seen that movie. Dear god. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>S: Siblings:</b> Three of 'em, none of whom know about this blog so I cannot tell you their names. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>T: Travel favorite:</b> Really anywhere that I have to travel in a car for an extended period of time. I just like riding in cars. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>U. Underwear: </strong>Really, let's not mention it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>X. X-rays you've had:</b> For my teeth. Because I'm crazy like that. </span></div>
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I've been doing a lot of knitting. I'm making a blanket. It started as a throw, but man is it growing. <br />
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Yeah, I'm a book slut, I know. <br />
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The cats are good, thanks for asking. Baby was attacked by a cone, since she had some organs removed so she couldn't have babies. Chopsticks has two pictures because she is freakishly photogenic. I mean, really! Go back and look at her. So cute. Aww!<br />
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And I made rice crispies, which by and far is the most important thing here<br />
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There. I posted. Now let me get on with my crap.notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-57042666747614060962012-02-06T20:12:00.000-08:002012-02-06T20:12:35.044-08:00Books and Shit<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Series that I am reading, that I cannot seem to finish, no matter how hard I try. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dresden Files by Jim Butcher. I'm stuck on Death Masks</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Parasol Protectorate by Gail Carriger. I'm reading Changeless and Heartless. I've read Soulless and Heartless. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Two series by Juliet Blackwell. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Cats and Curios Series by Rebecca Hale</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Alphabet Series by Sue Grafton</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Madelyn Alt's Witch series</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Flavia de Luce's series by Alan Bradley</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Donna Andrews' Birds Mysteries</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Sookies Stackhouse series</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jill Kismet's series by Lilith Saintcrow</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Terry Pratchett's Disworld series</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Every series by Annette Blair, because she's good and I'm not focused</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Jane Jameson series by Molly Harper</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sherlock Holmes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the Dark-, Dream- and Were-Hunter series by Sherrilyn Kenyon</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Wicked Years by Gregory Maguire</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Otherworld/Sisters of the Moon by Yasmine Galenorn</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Amelia Peabody series and the Jaqueline Kirby series by Elizabeth Peters</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Song of the Lioness series by Tamora Pierce</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the Samantha Jellicoe series by Suzanne Enoch</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the Tattoo Shop mysteries by Karen Olson</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Fallen series by Kristina Douglas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Every series ever created by Katie Macalister</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I'm totally watching the fourth season of In Plain Sight, and it's freaking great. Grrreeeeat!</span>notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-5281122293175556622012-02-02T23:44:00.000-08:002012-02-02T23:44:45.872-08:00I Made CookiesI don't make cookies. Cookies are generally, yuck. But I made cookies tonight, with tapioca flour, corn starch, potato starch and rice flour, because I'm gluten-free and chocolate, because I'm me. It was mainly for the chocolate, since the 'rents refused to allow me to eat handfuls of chocolate chips. The dough started good, and I ate most of it before cooking, but the cookies. Well...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Dear 2 foot pile of snow in my driveway, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I hate you. It has nothing to do with your looks, your personality or your attitude. This hatred occurs mainly because you exist, and more importantly, you exist in my driveway. At first I didn't really notice. Only after you tried to trap my father leaving for work did I become aware of your existance, and learned that I need to remove you. This hatred grew when I spent my Wednesday sleeping, mainly from 7:30 that morning until 2:30 that afternoon, which happened to be the exact hours that I have for actually going to school. The hatred then compounded when I was told to use the snow floe. I hate the snow floe. Many of my childhood winter days tried to sit in that stupid ice floe in order to be pulled around my yard. I could never sit the snow floe. I could never catch it as my parents pulled it around, trying to clear the snow. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> So really, this hatred has nothing to do with you exactly, but the fact that I had to move you created this animosity. But mother insisted, and you were removed. Slowly, and having to return twice and heat up with a hair dryer, I pushed you almost completely onto the road for the plow to push away. I killed you. ah ha ha ha ha ha! But, and this makes me want to cry, just a little, you came back yesterday, AFTER I had cleared you, and now you are back, mocking me. You are a bastard, and I will defeat you, because I really have no choice since my mother will make me shovel you later. I hate you, you ugly whore. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">To the blog, Not you pile of snow. I shall be back later with pictures. Or I'll google white and post that, because its really snowy here. </span>notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-79110404316468029242012-01-01T23:43:00.000-08:002012-01-01T23:43:48.415-08:00I've been thinking (surprise!)....<br />
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thinking about my anonymity for about a week now. This blog is a way that I can
talk without having to sensor myself as I do in my house and at school. At
home, I don’t talk about school because it gets too complicated and I feel as if
I should be able to deal with all the stuff at school by myself. It’s a part of
my life that’s just mine, that I don’t have to share with anyone else. And the
thing is, I’m an intensely private person. At school, I have to force myself to
talk to my friends about my life. I’ve never had best friends before so after
six years, I still feel like a beginner. So this blog is where I can yammer on
about anything, any time I want for as long as I want. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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wonder whether I should use my real name here. It’s similar to what I want to
do when I start writing. Should I use my name, or use a false name or just a
false surname? It’s driving me crazy, but I’ll think about it some more later. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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other news.... Christmas here was uneventful. I don’t say that to be mean, but
it stopped being exciting when I stopped asking for toys. Christmas kinda ends
when the toys go away. Christmas is also unexciting because I`m jobless so I
can`t buy anyone presents which is screwy. I wanted to make people gifts
instead, but I don`t know what anyone wanted. I really suck at Christmas. I
never know what anyone wants. I`m whining a lot. Let us continue on a different
strain now. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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moved out. I`m kinda upset because, you know I miss her and shit. But then I`m
like, fuck it. Let her live her life and let her be. Fuck her, let`s focus on
me. And she`s getting a dog, so I`m so freaking excited. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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so I got things to do. I`m going to be cutting out the material for a dress
this afternoon and it will be done by the end of the break on the ninth. Ninth
doesn`t have an e in it? What is this world coming to!? Or whatever. Other
things to do before the break is over is to write a comparison essay about
Carol Shields` <u>The Stone Diaries</u> and John Updike`s <u>The Witches of
Eastwick. </u><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So excited! Not. I have to
read about four books before the break is over, and I can`t do it. I`m
freaking. No not really. But I do want to read some books over the break. I
also need to look into Bigger and Mom into Etsy because they both need to start
selling their stuff. Mom and I also need to blog because Mom made me get a blog
about etiquette. Because I`m so classy people. I know, you could tell. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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was thinking about hockey players for a couple of days now (because I've been watching hockey, reading hockey crap and waiting for the Winter Classic), and I have a list I
want to meet. I just thought I`d put it down because I keep forgetting which
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Crosby because it`s Sid and I just want to look at him, and got I have a huge crush
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Toews because I really want to tell him about a million jokes and see him smile
because making Captain Serious smile would be like bringing an extinct species
back to life. Or something less noteworthy. Whatever. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Stamkos so I can become his best friend and call him Steve, which really pisses
him off, but he`ll be such good friends that I won`t notice. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Staal because he`s the underrated Staal brother and I think he needs some
attention. Not dirty attention you perverts. Geez. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Ovechkin just to see whether I could understand him. And I`d wanna hang out and
play basketball or something, because it would just be interesting. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Been watching That 70`s Show for the past week. It`s nice. I also watched
Miracle. That was good too. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man, I`m just
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notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-80506376623824618222011-09-06T16:39:00.000-07:002011-09-11T16:04:16.990-07:00A Joke <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> You may not realize this, but I'm fucking hilarious. No, it doesn't really matter whether you agree, in my heart I know its true. So it is. Just like that peeps. Magic. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> So because I'm hilarious, I enjoy a good joke. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Here is one. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A politician dies. He awakes at the Pearly Gates, in front of a slightly confused St. Peter. He asks Pete what's up. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Pete replies, "Well sir, you're name is here on the dead list, but it doesn't specify where you're to go. Now I've been thinking and I've decided to let you decide. You can go to either, because you've been a good person through charities you've supported but you've been bad too, being a politician. So, you're gonna spend a day in heaven and a day in hell. Where do you wanna go first?"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> The politician shrugs and says "I guess we'll go down first." So he takes the elevator below. When he arrives and steps out, he is greeted by a glorious sight. An endless expanse of a perfect cut grass makes the most beautiful golf course in existence. Piles of sinful food sends mouth watering scents though the air. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Crowded on the tables are bottles of hundred year old whiskey and scotch and champagne. Woman of all shapes and sizes await his every whim. And man! All of his friends are down here. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> The politician spends the day in absolute ecstasy, drinking and golfing and fucking and hanging with old friends. The day ends and he takes the elevator back up to the gates. Here he enters heaven. It's cool, with harps and angels and shit, and the politician is torn. When the second day ends, St. Peter drags the politician back out to the Pearly Gates. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> "Alright," Pete says, "which will it be: heaven or hell?"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> "Well I don't know," the politician replies, "hell is, well, hell, and heaven is lovely and all, but hell, man it's got everything! The golf course, the food, the booze, the women and all my buddies. I know it doesn't sound right, but Pete, I think I'm gonna head down to hell.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> St. Peter nods his head and sends the politician back down the elevator. When he arrives at the gates of hell this time, its fire and brimstone and torture and shit. The politician stands there stunned when Lucifer happens to pass by. The politician gets Satan's attention and asks "what the hell is this place? I was here yesterday, and it was nothing like this. Where's the course and the booze and the women? Where'd they go?" </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Lucifer shrugs, "Yesterday was the campaign. You voted for hell and the election's over." </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I got this joke from my grandfather's old friend (the friend isn't old but my grandfather's dead, so technically, its Grandpa's former friend). While out eating tonight, my parents and I overhead him telling this joke to his dinner companion. I thought it was awesome, especially since the friend is a politician. I changed it a bit, mainly because I wasn't paying attention for the first part of the joke and partly because I'm better at telling jokes. Oh modestly, thy name is not mine. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">BTW, the word "ecstasy" was originally capitalized by Blogger. Nice, Blogger. Real nice, you fucking druggie. </span>notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-62335998606906980572011-09-05T18:57:00.000-07:002011-09-05T18:57:14.451-07:00Things that Happened Since We Last Spoke<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Which occurred sometime last week when I spoke about marble busts. What?, you say. You spoke of marble busts (or is it busks, huh)?! How exciting, how adventurous. Anyway.</span><br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Blogger has changed its template (program, oh whatever, its the viewy thing), which I do NOT like. I didn't like the other one either, so you can ignore this one. Wow, I feel like I'm trying to make a list on Microsoft Word, which I cannot do, and everything is fucking up. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I decided to clean my laptop (aka Marco, yes he does have a name) keyboard. This was a bad idea because a) I had no idea how to pop keys bad into place b) I have split salsa, a whole glass of water and either a smushed raspberry or a strawberry on the whole thing so it is disgusting. I also have four cats, so it is HAIRY in their. But fortunately, armed with a good number of Lysol wipes (which I use for everything. Lysol, honey, you wanna hook me up I could wax on and on about the power of Lysol in all forms. Call me. Uh, well email me. Just get in touch babe.) Right, so the keyboard is clean and all. Well its kinda clean. All the salsa blotches are gone, so yay! Sadly, some of my keys don't like staying put and pop out randomly and the other one enjoy sticking or jamming. Fun times we're having, me and Marco. Dear Marco gonna get a kick in the screen and a trip to the dumpster. Don't fuck with me Marco, I'm warning you. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I listen to "Pumped Up Kicks" by Foster the People around 43 times today. I think I'm in love. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wasted, I mean, enjoyed an entire day, an endless ten hours volunteering at the large Petsave. There were around two hundred cats and ten dogs. I was in frickin heaven peeps.</span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. I have to reschedule my appointment with my pediatrician. Yes, I have a kid doctor. You pause and probably say, isn't she seventeen? Yeah, I am but the internal doctor I was supposed to have doesn't take any patients younger than eighteen so I got a kiddie doctor. It sucks because I have to sit in a room with little kids every couple of months with my mom. Picture giant me, 5'8, build like a shithouse trying to blend in around three and two year olds. I love hanging out for twenty or thirty minute in an awkward situation. Ever happens again you call me up!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> The situation blows for a second time because my doctor's secretary asked to speak with my mother for my information because apparently I either don't know or am a liar. I know its policy but Christ lady, I'm old enough to be here with my own kid. You think I don't know my own goddamn address? It's funny that they won't take information from you at the age of seventeen but at eighteen I'll what, suddenly become an upstanding citizen and never lie and tell the whole truth? Oh please AND bite me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I have to reschedule because I procrastinated (there Mother, I admitted it. Are you happy?) and didn't schedule glucose testing until last Wednesday. The lab could only schedule me on the 15th of Spetember, which is a week before the doctor's appointment and the results take at least two weeks to come back. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. I will be returning to school in under twelve hours. I'm so freaking nervous that I feel <u>like vomiting. More on that later. </u></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> This rambling thing that occurs in the posts in very much true. If it doesn't contain rambling then it has probably been edited. I ramble and I try to just let everything flow when I write on here. If I do it here, I suppose, then I won't do it on assignments or essays in school and I (hopefully) won't do it as much at home. So if you don't like it, you can <u>leave, because I'm sure</u> <u>it won't be a changing. </u></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Finally, if I go missing or wind up dead, check the laptop for any dents. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(Marco probably did it) </span>Heh, love you Marco <smiles winningly> </span><br />
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<br />notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-551319706308628642011-09-04T20:39:00.000-07:002011-09-04T20:42:42.016-07:00The amnimals II (From Lilo and Stitch. I remembered the movie!!) <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've recently become obsessed with puppies. I don't want a puppy, no not at all. In fact, every time I look at puppy, I go "ah, cute! way too much poop". Oh, yeah, poop is the main reason. But I love all animals, but right now, a puppy isn't in the works.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I think I'm upset because I recently made a very serious decision. To me, the decision is epic, to the rest of the world, not so much.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I mentioned recently that my family and I found a little black pregnant kitten in the backyard. Yeah, she did end up pregnant and a little over three weeks ago, she gave birth to two tiny, fuzzy adorable little kitties. One is black with a white under belly, she is so fricking adorable, and I named her Black n White (oh yeah, I'm original). The other one is mainly black like her mom, but she has blotches of white and gold and orange. Her original name was Reese's Pieces, because she looks like peanut butter and chocolate, but that name was veetoed (even though they're technically MY cats) and we all call her Peanut Butter.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The big decision that was made is that we can't keep Black n White and Peanut Butter. They will be going to <a href="http://www.petsave.ca/">Petsave</a>, the organisation where my mother and I volunteer as soon as possible. They will get lovely homes and live with good people. I have to tell myself this because if I even think otherwise, I feel like I'm gonna cry. They are evil little kitties, but somewhere deep down they're good too. Well maybe. Here are pictures. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you're good, you get more photos. And yeah, they swear a lot. They did grow up around me and Big. Big's swears more though. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Alright, get gone. Go pet a cat. Unless they're outside and will swipe you and you get rabies or cat scratch fever, like my sister Bigger. The fever, not rabies, although the rabies would explain a lot about Bigger. Just kidding. Uh, not. Just be good to cats people. Oh, and dogs. Yup, still obsessed with puppies. </span>notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-90048001852575407572011-08-30T21:30:00.000-07:002011-08-30T21:30:51.868-07:00Over the Weekend<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Over the weekend, I went to Ruralist Ontario and partied with the Cousins. Blonde is my first cousin, Talk is his wife and their son, who is my age, is Dude. Oh yeah guys, I'm hopelessly imaginative. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Anyway, I was hanging out there for their annual fair and parade. I didn't attend the fair because I hate rides, can't eat hardly any candy because of the diabetes and there aren't any great vendors. Maybe I'll go back in a couple of years when I don't have a heart attack on the thought of spending twenty dollars on an ashtray, or twelve dollars and four cheap bracelets that have the names and flags of randoms countries painted on them. Oh wait, I did do that. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> On the visit, I did go to the parade. I didn't run for candy (competing against four-year-olds? No thank you, I like my fingers), but joked and laughed with Big and Dad while we sat on the side. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> But the real reason we when to Ruralist (I'd give you the actual name, but it really is a very small town) is because Dad wanted to get a little drunk and Big wanted to get wasted. We are definitely not an alcoholic family. Ha!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Big danced the night away as I slowly drank my four coolers. After sleeping for about six hours, Dad made us wake up and we walked around Ruralist. It was filled with vacationers and Mennonites and fair people. We stopped at a museum to take pictures of my great-grandmother's homemade diaromas of bunk houses and tiny villages, stopped at the tattoo parlour, the used book shop and finally some yard sales. Big picked up: a tin can to store money, four white bowls with little handles for cottage cheese, two tin ashtrays, a box of an assortment of glasses, a pair of vintage skates and a globe that still has the Soviet Union and Czechoslovakia. What a thrifter!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> So really, the point off this whole goddamn story is that at the yard sales, I saw this heavy plastic bust of Chopin. I kept staring and holding it, and I really REALLY wanted it, but I don't know who Chopin is so I couldn't buy it because you know people would ask who Chopin is and I would have to reply, "Uh, he's this dude, who wrote music...?" So I have decided to get at least four busts of people, preferably Roman or Greek gods and goddesses. </span> <br />
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</div><div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><u><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">Things I Want in My House<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">A jukebox<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">A pool table<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">A flat screen tv<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">A regular tv for the office<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">A dvd player for the living room and office <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">Three bedrooms (one for me, one for an office and one for a spare room)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">A living room big enough for a sectional<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">Nice bookcases<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">A washing machine and a dryer<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">A marble counter<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">Lots of windows<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">A grass backyard for a clothes line and to play croquet<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">A desktop computer for the office<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">A bathroom with a large bathtub<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">No carpets<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">No shared driveway<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">A small garage (negotiable) <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">Lots of counter space<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">Lots of cupboards<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">No stairs outside house (negotiable)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">A green fridge<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">Several plants that I will not have to water/care for<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">Closet in bedroom<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">Closet in front of house<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">A front door, a back door and an escape hatch<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;">A couple of marble busts <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: Nyala; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><br />
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</div></div>notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-89890253237867993812011-08-12T12:27:00.000-07:002011-08-12T12:27:35.746-07:00Random Shit<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Oh holy woah! I just discovered an amazing thing. So amazing. It's just freakin fantastic. You can link to a page like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Witchcraft">this one</a> which is the general page or you can be specific, which I like when you click a link and its for an article that's halfway down the page so you end up not finding it and getting frustrated and you have to go along all confused and shit. So, you can do this amazing, extraordinary thing and be awesome and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Witchcraft#Irreligion">do this</a>. You would not believe how freaking excited I got over this. I stopped everything I was doing just to show you. How special are you? Huh? Who's special? You are! Sorry, had a puppy moment. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I also picked up this fantastic book at my local Chapters. It was only ten bucks instead of the forty it would have been, plus I got an extra ten percent off. It's by the same author who wrote the Time Traveler's Wife and Her Fearful Symmetry. It's a quick read, but I love the pictures and the powerful feeling I got from the book. It's definitely a keeper and probably a read-to-children book, even if it's a little serious. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I'm also watching a fucking great tv series. It's so awesome, I don't even want my family members watching it because I don't wanna share. It's funny and serious and I hate her mother cause she's a whiny alcoholic, but other than that, it's great. </span><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Mary is so funny and poor Marshall just loves her and lives with it. It is just so fabulous. I need to find some time to start on the second season. I still have to watch two and three and I can't download the most recent episodes of season four, so I have to wait. Damn. I'm really just trying to spread it out so I don't run out like I did with Sons of Anarchy, like three times. I hate having to wait a whole year for the dvd. Blows big time. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Oooh, also made a fab flour-less chocolate cake that blew my mind. And I can make it whenever because a) gluten/wheat free and b) we have all the ingredients almost all the time (the eggs are a maybe, they come and go) And I took a picture of it, because I've been taking pictures of everything to put on the blog and its driving me insane because I see anything AT ALL, I want to photograph it and show you. I share too much. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Alright, that's it. Go get a life. And watch good tv. And read great books. Oh! and eat chocolate cake. Of course. </span>notreallymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17088175792820179706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769097528146827288.post-85467681760956672112011-08-03T16:19:00.000-07:002011-08-03T16:26:29.757-07:00Oh, and, uh, yeah.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I've been feeling kinda weird in the past few days. I've been lazing around the house, on the computer, watching television and feeling queasy. Currently, Mother and I are watching <i>Will and Grace</i> alongside <i>Stargate SG-1</i>, because obviously we are interesting and full of life. W & G happened because Mother bought one season at a yard sale and we both got hooked. I then ordered the rest of the series at the library. I love my library. We'll go back to that in a minute. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Mother owns the entire Stargate franchise (if you don't know what the is, I'm am ashamed for you, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stargate">here you go</a>. Yeah, I use Wikipedia. Shut up)It's been about a year since we've watched it, and those were only the later seasons with Vala (I fucking love Vala! She's so awesome.) Mother and I will be doing a marathon, as we did with Buffy earlier this year. Watching Buffy again was so awesome because Big, Bigger, Mother and I watched the early years (Pre-Dawn) about six or seven years ago, so it was great because I couldn't remember some really good episodes from the third and fourth seasons. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Side note: I'm watching an episode of <i>Stargate SG-1</i> (you're surprised, aren't you?) in season 2 called Spirits about exploiting Native Americans, and I'm kinda tired of the nice Indian stereotype).</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> So besides endless marathons, I've been reading the blogs of Lucy March and Jennifer Crusie, and it's tons of fun. March's a Year and Change is interesting, but sometimes it's a little serious, so I go to Crusie's, who's a bit more light hearted and longer with more funny. Crusie also includes snippets from her books, published and unpublished and her journeys with other writers and her collaborators (Eileen Dreyer, Anne Stuart and Bob Mayer, there are more, but I'm not that far in the archives). It's freaking fabulous. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I also have to watch the two series, <i>In Plain Sight </i>and <i>Murphy Brown. </i>For <i>Murphy Brown</i>, I'm reading the book, What Would Murphy Brown Do?, a series of essays about feminism and women power in sitcoms. I'm kinda only reading it because I typed Murphy Brown in at the library and the book popped up. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I fell queasy because I've been eating gluten, including one dumpling, which tasted delicious but did not feel good an hour later. I also ate about seven bowls of cereal over the last few days that doesn't have an gluten/wheat products in it, but contained oat flour, which is generally contaminated by wheat in the processing plants. Oh, I didn't mention it before? I don't eat gluten because it fucks me up. I don't think I have celiac disease, but I believe I could have an intolerance or allergy. We'll see, with some tests upcoming. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Another little medical drama is that I have been clinically diagnosed with PCOS (poly cystic ovarian syndrome). Yay! I`m actually quite nice to have a confirmed diagnosis and a solid answer to all the shit that I`ve been going through since I was ten. Although, now I know that it is gonna be difficult for me to concieve and the weight is probably never going to come off, no matter how much I exercise (or I`ll gain it back). But the really serious parts, the heart disease and the diabetes are two risks I`m almost guaranteed to have, especially since I already have diabetes. Yay! Didn't I mention that? Oops. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> My keyboard is so fucked up, I have to google `question mark`then copy and paste it because my computer is a bilingual bitch. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Big is also in the Other Province with Biggest and will be there for another week. It sucks cause I miss her. And what sucks even worse is that Mother told Big on the telephone, so there goes all my cool. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> And I forgot. My library is so awesome because they buy tons of books I love or get me books from other libraries when they can`t get it. All the librarians love me as well because I go almost every day. Their love is even more fabulous because they usually glare or don`t like all the other people I hang out with, which makes me special. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“In my culture, I would be well within my rights to dismember you.” Teal`c to Colonel Maybourne. I hate Maybourne, he`s such a fucking asshole. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I just read <a href="http://jezebel.com/5827445/">this</a> article. It was so funny. Don`t read it if you`re at work or around people you get embarrassed around. </span><br />
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