MERRY CHRISTMAS...

EVE!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOLCATZ!!! ... in my pants.

more animals


more animals


more animals


more animals


more animals


more animals

:)

He is my new favourite person in the world.

No, Alyson, not THAT person.

This person.





P.S. Seb, I still love you.

Ugh.

I am exhausted.

Weeks of finals just aren't good for you.

10 days, 12 hours, 40 minutes and 36 seconds until my last exam is OVER.

make that 23 seconds.

21.

20.

I'm off to study. or die. or something.

The top 10 things about the holiday season:

1. Eggnog
2. Tim Horton's Candy cane hot chocolate
3. candy cane hot chocolate that ain't from Tim's
4. getting presents
5. not having to go to class
6. cozy sweaters and hats
7. eggnog cappuccinos
8. wrapping gifts
9. being at home
10. eggnog.

*honourable mention- candy canes

Book Review?

I don't know what to write.

Maybe I'll review a book I just finished reading. Remember Me by Sophie Kinsella.

It is the cheesiest, lamest, most unable-to-put-down book I have ever read, and I highly recommend it if you want something thoughtless to read that will make you laugh, cry, and wish your life was half as juicy.

I'm too lazy to go through the entire plot, but this girl wakes up, after having been in a car crash, and it turns out she's lost 3 years of her life to retrograde amnesia. The last thing she can remember is being 24 and really poor, unfashionable, and everything that goes with. She wakes up gorgeous and rich, with a super fine husband and her dream job. How does she go from one to the other? I guess you'll just have to read the book. Trust me, you won't be able to put it down.

UGHHH

WHY AM I NOT A MODEL?

oh yeah, b/c I'm 5'3.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO...

1. Larry King

2. Meg Ryan

3. Jodie Foster

4. ME!!!!!!!!

woot woot!

My Wishlist

1. A.P.C. Bow Skirt
$290.00

2. Chemistry Wool Dress
$40.00 approx.

3. Eley Kishimoto Ostrich Cardigan
$433.00



4. Paul Bettany
Priceless


Well, a girl can dream.

I am Small.

I am small.
Tiny. Miniature.
I walk through this world unnoticed
dodging blades of grass
as they move with the wind.

I have nothing to say.

I really don't. No crazy party stories, no exciting trips, no fun conversations.

I just felt like this blog deserved a post because one hasn't been made in a while.

Since I've already said nothing, I'll get back to my midterm studying now.

Obama 4 teh win!

Woo! I now have presidential earrings!

Eight Reasons me and Aly are PRIME.

1. alycat says: (4:49:21 PM)

your mom lmao'd!!

alycat says: (4:49:24 PM)

she roflmao'd!!!!

Jer says: (4:49:59 PM)

yeah

alycat says: (4:50:04 PM)

awesome

Jer says: (4:50:09 PM)

not only did she roflmao

Jer says: (4:50:21 PM)

she roflmao'd over me not having envelopes

alycat says: (4:50:32 PM)

she's easily roflmao'd

Jer says: (4:52:44 PM)

apparently so

2. Jer says: (6:43:19 PM)

help me come up with an idea for a short story.

tobias says: (6:43:53 PM)

batman falling in love with a fat chick

tobias says: (6:43:54 PM)

jk

Jer says: (6:44:02 PM)

:P

tobias says: (6:44:11 PM)

someone already wrote that~

Jer says: (6:44:16 PM)

this is why aly doesn't write.

3. Jer says: (9:50:45 PM)

OH MY GOD

Jer says: (9:50:48 PM)

my mac can talk

alyson says: (9:50:54 PM)

yes it can

alyson says: (9:50:57 PM)

it  can do anything, jeri

alyson says: (9:50:59 PM)

it's a MAC

4. Jer says: (12:01:49 PM)

jack layton got his BA at mcgill

alyson says: (12:03:00 PM)

so did my aunt

alyson says: (12:03:04 PM)

AND NOW SHE'S A LESBIAN

Jer says: (12:04:16 PM)

lol

Jer says: (12:04:26 PM)

jack layton isn't a lesbian.

Jer says: (12:04:29 PM)

so ha.

alyson says: (12:04:32 PM)

well he might be

5. Jer says: (4:04:21 PM)

i'm gonna make a omg i'd die to do him list

alyson is making cookies!!!!! says: (4:05:13 PM)

LOL

alyson is making cookies!!!!! says: (4:05:14 PM)

ok

alyson is making cookies!!!!! says: (4:05:15 PM)

mine

alyson is making cookies!!!!! says: (4:05:30 PM)

#1 christian bale

#2 christian bale

#3 christian bale

6. Jer says: (6:58:39 PM)

omg

Jer says: (6:58:48 PM)

i can't fit into my prom dress

Jer says: (6:58:53 PM)

i've gained weight!

Jer says: (6:59:13 PM)

oh i lied

Jer says: (6:59:17 PM)

i was just wearing a bra.

7. alyson says: (6:39:38 PM)

my boobs are inhibiting my dancing

Jer says: (6:39:42 PM)

hahahaha

alyson says: (6:40:29 PM)

they are jiggling too much IT IS DISTRACTING

Jer says: (6:40:33 PM)

hahahaha

Jer says: (6:40:39 PM)

your boobs are too huge!

alyson says: (6:40:57 PM)

I KNOW omg

8. Jer says: (6:07:44 PM)

they should put me in power

Jer says: (6:07:48 PM)

i'd set people straight

alyson says: (6:07:50 PM)

ME AS VP

Jer says: (6:07:53 PM)

lol

alyson says: (6:07:58 PM)

we'd make America sexy again

Jer says: (6:08:02 PM)

now OUR country would be fucked. :P

Jer says: (6:08:05 PM)

we'd be like

alyson says: (6:08:08 PM)

hahaa

Jer says: (6:08:32 PM)

okay everyone, just have sex, smoke pot and spend excessive amounts of money. everything will be just fine.

alyson says: (6:08:48 PM)

hahaha

Jer says: (6:08:54 PM)

you totally know it's true

alyson says: (6:09:00 PM)

"don't worry about the economy we'll just print more money you'll all get 10,000 in the mail LOL HAVE FUN"

aaaaaaaand yeah. I'm sorry for anyone who isn't us who doesn't get the utter amazingness of this post.

I love myself.

I love the things I do with my spare time. There's Obama.

and there's Biden.

And there's both of them.

I'm too awesome for my own good.

Throat

Everything hurts.

Actually, not everything anymore, just my throat. It's sore and swollen and I can barely swallow. I woke up 3 times last night because it was too swollen to swallow. Oh, and did I mention that it hurts?

Being sick sucks.

Ziggy Stardust!

MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME (Or one of them, at least)

CLEAN ROOM

I cleaned my room today. It was major.

BEFORE:

AFTER:

Yay! I feel accomplished and a lot less dirty and cluttered!

Today, I made a list.

It is my guys I would kill to meet list. That being said, my plan is not to actually meet them, as I don't really care what they are like, but to woo them with my endless charm and have a super hot one night stand. And before you say anything, no. I do NOT care that they are all at least 10 and in some cases more than 30 years older than me. They are hot. That being said, the list:

1. Taye Diggs. So Fine. And what a brilliant voice!

2. Barack Obama (work that presidential campaign)

3. Johnny Depp.

4.Harrison Ford (20 years ago as Indy. Or hell, even now.)

5. Elijah Wood (bet you didn't see that coming)

And that's all I have for now. But don't mock. it WILL happen.

Notes

A scholarship essay I just pulled out from last year. Enjoy.

As a self proclaimed writer, I’m always looking for ideas. I want to immortalize my teen years in paper, and what better way to do it than through real conversations with friends? For this reason, I have a binder full of notes. Just notes, nothing more, and definitely nothing less. There are long notes, short notes, notes that are more art than writing, notes folded into paper shapes, notes written in spirals, and notes written in multi coloured gel pens. There are love notes, academic notes, notes full of emotion, notes telling jokes, notes gossiping, and notes simply saying hello. There are angry notes, happy notes, sad notes, and tired notes. I love these notes. I file them and keep them safe from harm. Throughout my countless moves, one thing I have refused to get rid of is my binder. After all, my notes are some of my most treasured possessions, and the only things I would put in my personal museum. 

My notes have been collected since the seventh grade, when I discovered the joys that could come from small pieces of paper stealthily passed around the classroom. My friends and I, partners in crime, would often glance at each other, trying in vain to conceal a smile, while we faked a yawn, and dropped the note on the desk behind us. Since then, the methods of passing the notes have evolved, as have the notes themselves. They have become more than just pastimes; they have become parts of who I am. One part of me was formed by the fights I had with my best friend through notes in the ninth grade. Another part of me was formed by the numerous love notes sent by my first serious boyfriend in the 11th grade. I learned minimal Korean and Chinese through various notes sent through high school, and it has all shaped who I am now. 

I can just see it. One would walk into my museum, and instead of seeing displays with captions, they would simply see the captions themselves. Hundreds and hundreds of framed notes would hang off the walls. They would be in chronological order with labels indicating the time and the topic of conversation. They could also be organized by person, or perhaps by country, whichever allows for the easiest understanding. At any rate, any random passerby would be able to walk through the room, read the seemingly infinite series of notes, and automatically have a good idea of who I was, and who I have been to those who have known me. They would know me, in a sense.

My museum would be perfect. It would be full of art, drama, literature, history, and, most of all, life. It would be the portrait of an eclectic seventeen year-old girl, and the stories she had to share from around the world. It would be a portrait of me. Me and my notes.

Jaymay

She's brilliant.

Sure, you may not think she's any different than any folky acoustic female vocalist, and you may be right. BUT there is nothing wrong with those singers in general, so ha.

check it out:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWwEWnfq04U

(I can't figure out how to make it be a video in this soooo just follow the link because i'm technologically slow)

Flashback

Because of the Times- Kings of Leon.

I was listening to it on the way home from the grocery store today, and this one part in the song Camaro gave me this intense, vivid flashback to my trip to Scotland back in March. It could be because that's when I bought the album, and that's all I made my Dad listen to on the way both to and back from Edinburgh, but it was just so vivid. I could remember the smell of dad's car, which was new and barely used. I remembered the rays of sun shining off the windshield. I remembered the deep blues and greens of the countryside, I remember the music. I really want to go back.

P.S. The album is pretty sweet. :)

Blogability

Noun. The ability of being able to blog about something.

I suppose blogability in itself is blogable.

Interesting.

Love linguistics.

Random.

With the absence of a topic, or anything to do for the next hour, I am going to write/talk about whatever happens to come to my mind. 

I'm currently sitting in the cafeteria of the Medical building, which is the one building on campus that is in the middle of nowhere. It's such a hassle to get to that since I have 2 classes in it in one day, I rarely leave, even though the classes are 3 hours apart. I know, I'm quite possibly the laziest person you'll ever meet, but hey, it works.  I studied for my Social Psych midterm for the first part of it, but I really can't be bothered to study anymore, so this is my break. 

I cannot wait for this week to end. It's so close, yet so far away. I suppose the only things I was really dreading about this week are still yet to come. Midterm and assignment due, after all. I should prolly get on working on that assignment. I looked at some of the questions and it seems like it's going to be pretty rough. I just can't bring myself to do it yet. I'll wait for Louise to come down tonight after I"m done my midterm and we'll work it out together. Looks like I'm in for a long night. Maybe I'll have to put tomorrow's train time towards sleeping instead of studying for Perception, but I really can't afford to. My studying for perception time is completely based on the fact that I am going to study during the train trip. I guess we'll have to see how things go down. 

Speaking of the train trip, how awesome is it going to be to get a complete break from school work for a weekend? Plus, I'm going to see my boyfriend, who I haven't seen since the end of August. I'm so excited. We're having dinner with his entire extended family, sort of. From what I can gather it's his grandmother, and his aunt and uncle and his cousins. I dunno, he's from Ontario, so there are prolly more people that will be there. Am I looking forward to meeting the family? I guess. I'm afraid they won't like me, but that's just the way I am. Everyone has those fears, I'd assume.  But yeah, a real thanksgiving dinner. Hopefully it'll make me feel a littl less homesick.

I haven't really felt homesick yet. I've had those little tinges, but nothing that I'd break down and cry over. I'm definitely looking forward to going back home. It's going to be a great time, not to have to worry about any work or finals, or even anything school related. I haven't had a summer like this in a while. Normally, work is assigned over the winter because the classes carry on (Love IB, by the way) but not this time. Courses end, no work. It's going to be premium. I kind of miss the people too. I know I complained about SJ all the time when I lived there, but those little things sort of get to you when you're away. It all boils down to the fact that it'll just be nice to see everyone again, and I'm looking forward to it.

I can't believe that I've written this much and there's still a half hour left to go before I even think about getting up and going to my classroom. I mean it's Stats, after all. I can tell you now what's going to happen. The professor is going to walk in 10 minutes late. He's then going to spend at least 5, if not 10 more minutes trying to get the projector working. Then, he will turn the lights on, then off, then on again and off again. He will do that for around 5 minutes. Then, finally, the lecture will begin. If you can call it a lecture. He will read the slides, pausing every 2 minutes to ask if we have questions. When a question is asked, he will go to the corresponding slide and reread it. And so it will go until the end, when 10 minutes before class is actually over, the class will start packing up. Since the professor is helpless against this massive student mutiny, he'll just stop talking, mid sentence. End of lecture, and I can go home. Why do I bother to go, do you ask? I mean, the slides are just posted on Web CT anyways. Well, the answer is that I don't go to half of them. The ones that I do go to are just so I know where we are in the syllabus so that i can do the corresponding book questions. Today, unfortunately, is one of those days. Plus, the midterm was last class, so I figure that something may be said regarding it. 

I can't believe it. I'm beginning to run out of things to drone on and on about, and it's only 12:37. I'll prolly head out at around 12:55, so I can get a decent seat to get in on the mad exciting class that is statistics. 

I finally got my nose ring out last night. The stud, that is. I suppose it's not a ring. I wanted to replace it with a hoop, but when I put the hoop in, it was way too big and bulky. It was screaming I am a giant hoop trying to make a statement, hear me roar! So, after all the pain and effort that went into changing my ring, I ended up putting the stud back in. I'm going to go back to the hoop, though, once I find one that's a lot smaller and less in your face. Cuz the hoops are awesome, and I like them a lot. I did take a picture, though, just for kicks. It was a somewhat fun break from studying. I'll be sure to do it again in the near future. 

Anyways, it's getting to be close to the time when I should think about heading towards my classroom, so I think it's time to draw this post to a close. Nobody is likely even reading this anymore. The size of the post threw them off. Oh well, I'm writing for my own benefit over anybody elses. It was something for me to do, I don't actually care whether or not people read it. Or maybe I do. Maybe that's why I keep a blog. In any case, it's now time for me to head out, so until next time. 

Vacation Time!

Who wants to come to Bermuda with me?

This is my plan:

Spring break retreat to a 5 star resort on a private peninsula in Bermuda.

Check it out:

All for only...

$470 per night, not including airfare.

Or, if you really wanna get into it, you can get the super pampering room for $820 per night.

let's not forget tax, everyone!

Oh well, a girl can dream.

Love

So these are the things I've fallen in love with recently:

1. My new coat.

2. This guy that works at the H&M downtown.

3. Inklink (although this is really a rediscovered love)

4. The Streets (Thank you Sebastian. :))

5. wasting time.

Woo for not actually studying the day before a midterm!

OMGOMG

So I've found someone who wants to sing/play with me and I'm super stoked about it. 

Our projects:

1. an a capella version of Ta Douleur- Camille (we're hoping to get the drums/beatboxing going as well, it should be killer)

2. Ode to Divorce- Regina Spektor (with the original piano and a written in harmony line. we'll see how it goes)

I'm so excited, I'll keep you posted!

What I do instead of paying attention in class...

Spinning

Spinning, spinning, spinning

round and round.

eyes closed

arms outstretched

spinning, spinning, spinning.

losing balance

tiptoeing around a fixed point

a giant smile

spinning, spinning, spinning

shining sun

green grass

blue skies

clean, sweet air

spinning, spinning, spinning

falling to the ground

smelling the grass

resting. no longer

spinning, spinning, spinning.

all spun out, 

she falls asleep.

It's...

OCTOBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yay for:

1. Pumpkins

2. Halloween

3. Candy Corn

4. Pretty orangish colours

5. STARTING A NEW BUDGET!

Not Yay For:

1. Midterms.

Hmmph.

Midterms

Midterms are ridiculous. Especially when they're not actually mid-term. Like the beginning of October is like only 1/3 of the way through. What the hell is a midterm doing in there? It's also completely pointless to base an entire grade for a class on 2 exams. I know I should be used to it, because that's pretty much what they did for IB, but at the same time, it's so hard to focus when it's lecture lecture lecture and absolutely no assignments or anything to do. All of a sudden, the exam creeps up on you and you're unprepared and it sucks because you have to do serious late night cramming and you're tired and you're stressed and you're hoping that you'll do well even though you don't have the sufficient background knowledge. University is stupid like that. I have one class where we have quizzes and assignments, and I like it because it makes sure that the students know the material. Basing everything on a few final tests? Simply irresponsible. Not everybody takes tests well. Some people end up with minor heart attacks because they're being forced to stuff 3 months of intense knowledge into one hour long writing session. And can you blame them? It's completely one-sided. If you really want to run a class, you should account for other people's learning styles. I know it's not high school anymore, and I am on of hose people who can take tests, I don't actually have a problem with it, but really now. Have a heart, make allowances for the diversity of your students. Especially in a place like McGill, with such a large international population. You have people from so many different school styles and educational backgrounds. Why not try things out, find out what works for people? It's stupid and I don't like it.

Untitled

An old one I dug out of the closet.

He barely makes a sound.

Breathing slowly, softly

Taking his time.

Time has been taken.

Stolen, and now it's ours.

All the time in the world.

Time to live, laugh, love.

Love him for his silence.

Hope you enjoy. :)

I want...

My ears gauged.

Or a lip ring.

Or another earring.

I'm bored with myself already.

Is there something wrong with that?

Probably.

Song For The Road

I don't care that this is my third post today, because I have something really important to say. It's cliche and lame, but I can't help myself.

Song For The Road by David Ford is an AMAZING song, and it's all in the lyrics.

Well the day casts down 
Lengthy shadows on unfamiliar towns
I drove 300 miles from the place I call home
And I tip my hat to the angel of the North

And the sun sets fire to the heavens
On the hills over Sheffield tonight
And I'll sail over this countryside with new friends and old
And we are no where, but man, we're alright

So you can keep your belief in whatever
I'll wear my cynicism like a tattoo
While poets try to engineer definitions of love
You know all I can think of is you

And I can't wait to see you on Sunday
Far from the traffic and the smoke and the noise
For this evening I will play back every message that you sent
And I will sleep to the sound of your voice

Now I don't like using words like forever
But I will love you til the end of today
And in the morning when I remember everything that you are
I know I'll fall for you over again

I know someday this all will be over
And it's hard to say what most I will miss
Just give me one way to spend my last moments alive
And I'll choose this, I'll choose this, I'll choose this
I'll choose this, I'll choose this, I'll choose this
I'll choose this, I'll choose this, I'll choose this

Chills. Check out his entire album, it's brilliant.

You Should Have Believed

She couldn’t run. She couldn’t fucking run. She was trapped, she was cold, she was terrified. The tips of her fingers were beginning to turn blue and lose their feeling. She was completely miserable and she couldn’t run.

“How did I get myself into this mess?”

She pleaded with herself for some sort of rationalization. She had thought it would be fun. She wanted to test her disbelief. Searching for some sort of inner calm, she made a  list in her head. Everything seemed so much simpler when written in a list. It didn’t matter. She was still trapped. She still couldn’t run.

“It’s probably coming for me. It’s probably done in with Evan. It’s probably... Oh God, I don’t know.”

The silence was horrifying. If she could only hear, if she could only have some sort of idea of when it would be coming back. But instead, she just sat in the agonizing silence, her head resting on her bare legs, her shaking arms over top of her head.

“Never again. I’m going straight home after this. If I get out of here. No. When. When I get out of here. I’m getting out, I’m getting out, I’ve gotta get out.”

She thought back to a couple of weeks ago. She got a CD in the mail. She remembered  contemplating tossing it in the return to sender box, never to be seen again. She changed her mind. She brought it into her house, put it in her stereo, ready to have a laugh. It was no big deal. Highway to Heaven. The spiritual guide through life and how to make the best of your journey. It had sounded like she’d be in for quite a laugh. She had loved it when Christian marketers came around, parading their religion like it was the newest fashion. It had always seemed so ridiculous, to take something as spiritual as one’s core beliefs, and turn it into a commercial recruiting war. That’s why she listened to the CD. That’s why she lay on her bed, laughing at the “scientific” reasons for God’s existence. That’s why she was currently trapped in this abysmal, horrifying dark hole, with only the expectation of what was to come next to keep her company.

“Oh God, Evan. What have I done to you? I brought you into all of this, and now who knows what’s happening. I’m sorry. So sorry.”

Evan had knocked on the door. Silly boy. She called him up, invited him into her room, and they spent a pseudo normal afternoon simply chatting, listening to this CD, laughing at religious extremists. She mentioned that God didn’t even exist, he was simply something that humans created to help themselves feel whole.

“God is real. Lucifer is real. Oh my goodness, everything is real. I’m going to die here. I’m going insane. I don’t know where I’m going. oh my God, I’m going to die.”

All of a sudden the CD ended, and everything had gone black. She had woken up naked, dirty, and freezing. Evan was next to her, in a similar position. Her memory was blank. Everything was blank. She couldn’t recall the CD, the topic of discussion, anything. She was terrified. 

And then she saw it. 

“I’m sorry God. So, so sorry. I believe in you, I love you, please just take me away from this place. Please loosen the grasp that the devil has placed on my dear Evan. Let me wake up in my bed, warm and comfortable. Please, please let me live.”

He loomed far above everything, a massive creature coated in a blackish slime. He reached down, and grabbed Evan with his enormous claws, leaving a trail behind him. He was indescribable. He wasn’t a monster, he was the devil. As he left the room, Evan in his grasp, it began to come back to her. She began to understand. She was blasphemous. She was cruel and stupid and she was now paying the price. 

“If only I had believed. I should have believed. I’m such an idiot, I should have believed!”

Her screams pierced through the still air. She had aroused his attention. She had changed his focus. And now he was back.

“Oh please, no. No, no. Oh fuck, I’m going to die. Please don’t let me die!”

As her sobbing, choking figure was lifted, there was only one thought in her mind. She had never thought that hell would be this cold.

Workaholic much?

Is it horrible that I'm beginning to find half of my classes as useless? I feel really guilty about skipping, but at the same time, I really don't see much point in showing up.

Yesterday I didn't do any work. I went uptown and hung out with some friends until 11 PM. And I feel really bad about it, but at the same time it's not like I had anything else to do. I would have stayed home doing nothing and not felt that bad. This way, I didn't even try. I need to get myself out of IB mode. 

I don't know. Maybe uni is changing me. Maybe the lack of parental oversight is making me go overboard. But I don't think so. I don't know what's up. I know nobody is reading this, but if you are, I'll keep you posted.

I Need...

A vacation.

Badly.

8 more weekends until I'm legal!

Untitled

I wish

I could write lyrics

like some of the best

but instead,

I just resort to tongue-tied methods

like all the rest.

I feel so small.

A petite frame, 5 feet

lacks suaveness

a female version

of the stereotypical quirky nerd

romantic comedies embody

And I still can't find

the words to say

I love you.

Saeglopur Video

Full length clip of Saeglopur from the concert last weekend (Incredible, if I didn't already say so)

And I know I didn't spell that right. But I can't figure out how to get the cool Icelandic characters on blogger. So whatever. Deal. And watch the mad sweet very badly recorded phone clip.

Sigur Ros

Are amazing. Nothing more to be said.

Montreal, QC- Quai Jacques Cartier, Sept. 22nd, 2008

The most awe inspiring night of my life.

I've never seen anyone that is more in the moment than Jonsi was. And I'm sure it's the same for every concert. It's just wonderful to see a band that truly loves the music that they play and that is so into it onstage that it looks like their heart is going to just come pouring out.

I"m not describing this very well, but I am having trouble finding the words. Suffice it to say that I would put out a lot of money to see them again. I even parted with a ridiculous sum of money for a concert poster and a concert tee. I felt like a giant dork, but now I have the most kick-ass tee ever so I'm not overly concerned.

Anyways I won't bore you, but I'll leave you with these thoughts:

Just. Wow.

Yeah.