February 28, 2002
spiders
Of all the things I really don't need when I'm working; a spider just walked across my computer screen. :::shudder:::
It was really the last thing I expected.
Posted by Laura at 07:09 PM | Comments (0)
February 27, 2002
présentation
«Trop mortelle l'ambiance dans cette téci: y a plein de Pakpak et de Chichi qui font de la zikmu.»*
Huh?
(«Super, l'ambiance dans ce quartier: il y a plein de Pakistanais et de Chinois qui font de la musique.»)
Pour ma présentation orale française, mon sujet est argot français (comme le verlan). Avez-vous l'information pour moi ?
Posted by Laura at 08:27 PM | Comments (0)
conditioner
I was showering, and I realised my new conditioner says "apès-shapmooing" at the top. I thought that fact was rather obvious. Are there actually a signifigant number of people who mistakenly condition their hair before they wash it?
Apart from that my hair smells really nice.
Posted by Laura at 12:01 AM | Comments (0)
February 26, 2002
only me
So I'm weird, but there's a very good excuse.
See, when I was putting away the groceries today I realise there was only a couple cans of Coke left. Usually I stick to sparkling water, but I decided that I'd have at least one before Andy finished them all.
So I start opening it, pull the tab... And it comes right off. Without opening the mouth of the can at all.
However it leaves a small hole in the center of the top. First I think, sure, I'll just drink out of that.
It's near impossible.
Then I decide, well, maybe I can pour it into a glass and drink from that. So I set it up, upside-down over a glass to pour. Only it drips very... very... very... slowly. So that's obviously not going to work either.
So I decide I'll try to make the hole bigger. I take a small knife and try to push down on the bit that should open, cos the can isn't all that hard or strong.
Except apparently at the top.
At this point it doesn't seem likely that I'm going to be able to drink it. I can throw it in the trash, only there is a hole at the top, and it will leak into the trash and make a mess of things.
So I guess I could put it upside-down in the sink to drip into the drain. Only my mother gets home in less than five minutes and would be upset about the waste.
Then I have a brain storm:
As my Dad justified it: It's a can, so I opened it with a can opener. Although I admit I sure made an interesting 'mess' of it.
Posted by Laura at 10:33 PM | Comments (1)
dude, man!
According to The Spark's gender test I'm;
It all adds up...
With 86% confidence we say are definitely a man!
How do we know? Well, deep down, your gender affects everything about you, from your favorite number to your views on Canada. Many men who took the test think and act just like you, as you can see from the clusters above. (this image)
Statistically speaking, you are a dude.
Wrong.
Posted by Laura at 09:52 PM | Comments (0)
no fear*
"If you knew no fear, what things would you attempt to do?"
Do I have fears? Plenty. I'm extremely afraid of spiders. I couldn't tell you why, but I am. In a different way I'm afraid of phones, or at least phone calls. I just find it unnerving to be talking on a phone, and I never call people I don't know. Even if it's just to order pizza. I shake when I talk in front of people, or even a tape recorder. These are the fears I can escape, ignore, avoid. There are plenty I live with everyday.
I have a fear of social isolation. Maybe it's because I've suffered that one, but even in all my independence, I can't be all alone. On the other end of the spectrum have a fear of being suffocated by someone. No, not in the sense that they're holding a pillow over my face, but the feeling like I'm cornered emotionally or into acting a certain way. When I start to feel crowded, even with friends I cool fast, and back away. But no worries, I'm a big girl and can usually deal just fine.
Fears don't rule me.
But what if I had no fears then what would I do? Well, there's lots I would try in a bold and daring way... Only then again, maybe I wouldn't. Not because of fear, but the lack of. Ever rode a roller coaster, or jumped from a high diving board, or just looked down from somewhere really high up? You know that feeling you get in your stomach, those flutters and butterflies? The way your hands shakes and your heart beats faster? That's fear, but it's also a thrill. You feel an accomplishment at the end, even if it's small.
I'm not afraid of planes, I take them, and I don't give them any second thought. I don't think about all the possibilties and consequences of all the things that could go wrong. If I have to take one, I get on, read a book, and get off. Big deal.
I admit that there are a lot of things I don't go out of my way do just because I don't need to prove that I can. There's no sense of accomplishment or experience in it for me. If I had no fear than wouldn't everything seem that way? Wouldn't that make me indifferent?
For all it would give me, I think no fear wouldn't make me a better person. Just different.
Instead of having no fear I'd rather have the guts to help me overcome my fears. Then ask me what I'd do.
Posted by Laura at 09:33 PM | Comments (0)
ambitious me
Putting pen to paper: I'm writing a guest article for the Weekly Post (a north London print/paper)!
Posted by Laura at 08:51 PM | Comments (0)
I keep opening the entry
I keep opening the entry window, starting to write something, change my mind and delete it. I'm swamped, tired, happy, overwhelmed and a hundred other things at once.
Only, I can't think of anything to write about.
Obviously.
So...
Um...
Hi.
Posted by Laura at 07:24 PM | Comments (0)
February 25, 2002
my name*
My parents gave me my name. Laura Christine. I don't know why they choose it. There was a story I once heard that my dad was driving downtown to work and thought up the name, but I can't remember who told it to me.
I well am aware that as Laura was the 5th most popular name for North Amercian baby girls in 1984. That makes it 'probably not so original'. This doesn't bother me much because it is still my name.
I suppose there are a lot of good things about having a common name like Laura. I can always find those socks, or fridge magnets, or souvenirs with my name on them and people always know how to spell my name. You get the idea.
Christine is also pretty common I've found, although the only time it seems to be used is why my parent's yell at me. When the full thing come I know I'm in big trouble.
The only thing I can say against my name is that none of the letters go below the line, cursive or printed. I always wanted a dippy letter.
Posted by Laura at 10:37 PM | Comments (1)
editing
Listening to the radio this afternoon I realised: How can you give a movie award for best editing. As a viewer we only see the finished edition. It's already been edited. We don't know what it looked like before it was edited.
If it's as in, which movie was the best put together, then sure. I guess you can say which flowed the best visually etc.
Other than that I'm stumped.
Posted by Laura at 08:43 PM | Comments (0)
mixed blessings
What a day of mixed blessings. When Nicole Kidman, in an interview, said that the good things come hand in hand with the bad she couldn’t have been more right.
After my early wake-up today, I got a thick package in the mail (special delivery!) from a university; the University of Western Ontario to be exact. I got an offer. Grades must be no lower than 4 points at standard level, and 5 at higher level, with a score of at least 28 to go right into year 2. Added was the $8 000 scholarship if I keep up my grades.
I was floored. Wow.
On the flip side, I have a lot of work due this week. I managed to forget that February is a short month, and a lot of what I thought was due on Monday is due Friday. We were assigned a math test first period. Second class I found out that an essay the teacher had mentioned the Monday before the break, is due Monday. Turns out I’d missed that one while home sick. So the workload stands:
Due Friday
Business project (approximately %50 done)
Math test
Due Monday
ITGS portfolio essay (still to find a topic)
ITGS project (Criterion V to be rewritten, still to write X and W, plus content editing (the website has got grammatical errors left right and centre))
While maybe it doesn’t seem as much written like that, it feels enormous. In light of the good news however I feel like maybe all the work is paying off.
Posted by Laura at 10:42 AM | Comments (6)
time please?
If wasn't me, I'd laugh.
My mom bursts into my room and says "You'd better get up, look at the time!"
The only time she's ever used that one is when I'm very late getting up. I look up at the clock, and the minute hand is at 20 to. In terms of getting there for 9:00, that's bad. Even with a ride to school.
I think that's the fastest I get out of bed and ready to school. In eight minutes I'm just putting on my shoes, with everyone in the car outside. Then the phone rings.
"Laura..."
"Look I'm just putting my bloody shoes on okay? Just hold on!"
"Laura, it's not time for you to go to school yet! It's only 7:50."
"Look, okay, I'm... 7:50?"
I check my watch, I should have checked the hour hand as well. 7 not 8. When I finally get back to my room my alarm clock goes off. Go figure.
Now I've got half an hour to kill before leaving.
Posted by Laura at 08:08 AM | Comments (0)
February 24, 2002
nice pants
I was sitting on my bed reading when Andy walks in to ask for something. Looking at him.
L: "Nice pants."
A: "Ugh thanks."
Our pants are the same.
A: "You mind takng them OFF?"
After laughing for ages, I realise I've had these pants for years and never saw another pair of them, especially not on Andy. Weird.
Posted by Laura at 01:55 PM | Comments (0)
I think this image thingy
I think this image thingy speaks for itself.
Posted by Laura at 01:36 PM | Comments (0)
February 23, 2002
sign of genius?
I suppose I could say I was absent minded, or easily distracted; I'm not ashamed to wear those titles. For perhaps the fourth time since Christmas I've started the water running for a bath, and gone back to my room only to forget that I had the water running.
Since the bathroom is in Andy's room, he's usually the one to notice the water spilling out onto the floor. He get's mad naturally, and yells at me while he frantically throws down any towel he can find.
Despite this I think there is something uplifting about the whole situation. Like anything, you just have to see it in the right light.
Sometimes I really wish he would lighten up too. Especially before he finds out it just happened again.
Posted by Laura at 04:29 PM | Comments (1)
week in review
fr gm nts
Movie happy (started on the plane)
-Rock star
-Hearts in Atlantis
-Serendipity
-10 minutes of bubble boy (BAD)
-Charlies Angels
-Thunderball
-The Others
-From Hell (about half)
-Riding in cars with boys
* - *
Decidedly there is something about the Russian male figure skaters...
* - *
L:"Look. At home I put up with your keeping the thermostat at 13 degrees while you sleep, with the fans on and windows open, but now we're in a warm country for a 'warm' holiday we're not sleeping with the air-conditioning on."
D:"Why can't you have the air-conditioner on? You go to ski holidays but does that mean you have to be cold all the time?"
L:"No, because there is a difference. We came here for a 'warm' vacation, so it makes sense to be warm as much as possible. With a ski vacation, you go for the skiing not for the cold. Since it needs to be cold for there to be skiing, yes you may be cold, but the point of the vacation is the skiing not being cold."
D: "Still you go to ski holidays but that doesn't mean you have to be cold all the time. You come here you don't have to be warm all the time. Logic."
L: "No, because the intention is different. You intend to ski, and the being cold is an effect of the climate. Here you intend to be warm, which is because you came to warm country. Directly warm weather because it's a warm climate."
D: *Laughing* "Thanks for pointing out that the weather is warm in a warm climate."
L: "Shut up. Okay so I lowered the credibility of my comment there, but I still consider the argument won."
D: "Whatever."
* - *
Tuesday I played the best 9 holes of golf that week (37 - 4 par), and the worst 9 holes of the week (51). When I'm tired I get grouchy, and when I start messing up shots, it goes downhill very quickly.
Overall, yeah golf!
I still really need to get out to a driving range
* - *
solar dermatitis / photoallergic dermatitis
...is seen as small, reddish blisters or small or large spots in areas that have been exposed to sunlight. This rash usually appears after minutes' exposure to the sun and can be extremely itchy. ie. an allergic reaction to strong sunlight.
Due to all the different acne medications I used to take, namely tetracycline. It can last indefinitely.
Ever see the movie The Others? It's a milder drug induced version of what those kids had.
Not very serious, but very very very itchy, and 'interesting' looking.
* - *
On Olympic sports and high rates of falling on skiing
"What a pain to fall and kill yourself right at the finish line."
"Yeah, dead skiing."
"Yeah instead of medals, gold, silver and bronze body bags."
*laughter*
"That is sick."
* - *
On the hamoc with Andy after dinner
"Look, stop squirming, you're going to make us both fall out."
"Well I'm just trying to make us swing okay?"
"Fine, you stay still and I'll push us okay?"
*swinging*
"This is nice"
"Yeah."
"You can see the stars a lot better here than in the city."
"I think those are fireflies, because we're under a tree."
"Fine. Well, it's nice... Glow in the dark butts and all..."
"I bet I know what you're thinking."
"What?"
"Girly thoughts about how romantic this thing would be if I was some older hot guy..."
"Who wasn't my brother."
"Exactly."
"Actually I wasn't..."
"You'd be talking about the stars..."
"thinking anything..."
"And I'd be sleazy..."
"stupid like that, and..."
"You probably wouldn't notice..."
"even more that's really disgusting..."
"That I'd be looking up your skirt or something..."
"WHAT? Can you see up my skirt?"
"I was making that up, I wasn't actually looking."
"You are weird."
"But it would serve you right wearing a skirt."
*Pushes off hamoc*
* - *
Overheard at breakfast
"The Canadians are all sore losers who can only win a medal by complaining."
Said by an American, but that's not the bit that really irks me.
No comment needed.
*
Quote of the week:
"Fetché la vache" -Monty Python
* - *
Evesdropping in on my parent's socialising during the bus ride back to the airport.
"Where are you from, Scotland yes but..."
"Edinbourgh"
"Okay. Sounded something like that, but I guess you're accent must be slightly different from the other Edinbourgh accents I've heard."
"Probably. I've been living in London for almost 15 years."
"Okay."
"Where are you from?"
"Canada." *pause* "But we live in London."
"Oh okay. We heard you ahead of us in the early baggage check-in line up today and was wondering if you were actually on the same flight as us."
"Well we've been living in London only 4 years so our accents haven't changed much. At the pool the other day I was talking to another Canadian couple, and they asked where we had flown in from. I said London and the first thing they said was, "But you sound just like us!" Then I went on to explain to them..."
*** - *
Running blank. Photographs at some point.
Am very tired, sort of hungry and slightly tanned. I am happy.
Posted by Laura at 01:16 PM | Comments (0)
Friday Five
The Friday Five
1. Hey, baby, what's your sign? Do you think it fits you pretty well? scorpio? Well that's according to this site, but I'm a cusp baby so I'm 50/50 scorpio/sagittarius. Usually I just pick which ever one sounds more interesting/positive. Not that I actually believe in astrology; it's way too vague for me to think it's 'accurate'.
2. What's the worst birthday gift you've ever received? I don't know that I've gotten any 'bad' gifts. I like to think it's the thought that counts. Probably among the worse presents would be the pink puffy dresses my mother/grandmother used to buy me, considering I don't particularly like pink and don't wear dresses. Not that they were bad really, just impractical.
3. What's the best birthday gift you've ever received? Hugs and kisses? This question is begging favouritism. Probably from my parents, my iMac.
4. What's the best way you've celebrated your birthday thus far? Well anytime I've celebrated with family. Those always seem to be the most memorable. Also the joint party I had with Anna a couple years back was loads of fun too. The most memorable would have to be my seventh birthday party, where at a sleepover my then best friend left sick during the night, and the rest of us thought she'd been taken by the boogy monster. Sounds silly now, but we had our reasons.
5. What are your plans for this weekend? Well, I just got home from one long flight, so I'm going to nap for a bit then work. I've been slacking all week in favour of the sun!
Posted by Laura at 09:53 AM | Comments (1)
February 15, 2002
exhibit d
If you would now kindly turn your attention to bad day exhibit d under my computer table: the printer now will not work properly. It either eats and then spits out a mess of shredded paper and ink, or won't print. At all.
"I'm going on vacation. I'm going on vacation. I'm going on vacation..."
Posted by Laura at 02:14 AM | Comments (0)
idiot
I can be such an idiot. Really. I completely forgot until now, that I didn't plan on spending the rest of my week at home. If I was going to be at school Tuesday, Wednesday and Thrusday, keeping my project files in my locker seemed like a decent idea.
Until I just realised that I have 3 hours and 20 minutes until we leave. I won't be able to pick up my files from school. I'm going to have to write the project up completely based on theory and adjust it later.
To say I'm frustrated would be true. To say I'm disappointed in myself for not catching this sooner would be an understatement.
I Needed to be cheered up. (Turn your speakers on)
Posted by Laura at 02:05 AM | Comments (0)
miss me
Three and a half hours until I wake up. (After last night's two hours, you'd think I was crazy. I'm not. I'm an insomniac.) I just need to finish packing all the little stuff now.
I'll be back in a week. I'll bring photos and travel entries. Hopefully I'll also bring back a tan.
For now I guess, just wait.
Posted by Laura at 01:50 AM | Comments (0)
February 14, 2002
anonymous
My mom brought me home what was in my box at school, since I was home sick again:
-2 cover forms for my TOK paper
-1 sheet with the French homework
-2 valentine's cards with candy
The last there surprised me. The 'From:' space is blank on both, and I can't really tell the handwriting. Really sweet messages though, which cheered me up. But I'm left sitting here thinking, two people got me valentines. Wow.
And I can't even thank them.
Posted by Laura at 05:47 PM | Comments (2)
spelling
On using a spell checker:
"... You are one monster slob you know that? ..." (editor's note: Not that mobster scab wasn't funny).
Posted by Laura at 10:09 AM | Comments (0)
valentines
It's finally crept up. One of those holidays. Look, don't get me wrong, if you have someone you want to celebrate with today; go right ahead. Me? Bah humbug.
See the thing that really irks me about some holidays is the fact that they've become less about the people celebrating, and more about how your celebrating. Which chocolate, which flowers, which card...
Exactly how much do you honestly know about valetine's day appart from the candy hearts?
Why the page then? (it's only for today). Maybe it's because three hours of sleep has rendered me quite unable to string together any coherent thoughts, let alone make rational decisions.
On maybe some small crumb of festivitness has found it's way into this holiday protesters heart.
Posted by Laura at 08:06 AM | Comments (0)
Philosophy
Really, epistemology isn't that bad if you are discussing it. I may even go as far to say that some essays aren't that bad either.
But, I draw the lines here, at this obscene hour of the morning, cursing my lack of bs skills. Usually I can waffle on quite well, but apparently not this time.
My philosophy is that, if ultimately you have to examine knowledge, shouldn't you at least know the topic you are writing about?
:::Sigh:::
Posted by Laura at 03:58 AM | Comments (0)
Bye Blogger
Okay, with the new system up and running, and Blogger cowering over in the corner, I guess I should announce:
1) The really old blog can be found here here.
2) The Blogger archives can be found here here.
...just in case you were wondering.
Posted by Laura at 01:51 AM | Comments (0)
Nervous
"As long as I can remember, I had this bright-eyed notion that I had something important to say and that someday somehow people would listen to me.
Now I'm talking. And you're listening.
so.
um.
well.
uh.
Now that I've turned the spotlight on myself, I'm scared. what if I don't have anything of importance to say, after all? Or what if I say it, and you think I'm a complete, self-absorbed, obnoxious idiot?
(...what if you're right?)"
Posted by Laura at 01:41 AM | Comments (0)
February 13, 2002
I'm stalling. I can feel
I'm stalling. I can feel it in my fingers, my body, my mind. I'm just putting it off. What's one more hour now, when I could sacrifice sleep? What's five more minutes on that?
It's nothing to me now.
But it's valuable all the same, and I know it. The guilt is creeping on me slowly.
And all I can do is make up excuses.
Posted by Laura at 10:04 PM | Comments (0)
Andy can be such a
Andy can be such a sweetheart sometimes. But hush, don't tell him I said that.
Posted by Laura at 06:49 PM | Comments (0)
Okay I lied. I'm keeping
Okay I lied. I'm keeping blogger for a bit. I can only seem to get the front page of greymatter to format, nothing past that. (You can check it out here. If you click add comment or archive, you'll see what I mean)
Posted by Laura at 03:49 PM | Comments (0)
Say good-bye to Blogger. How
Say good-bye to Blogger. How important are the blogger archives?
Posted by Laura at 02:05 PM | Comments (0)
I'm being difficult and now
I'm being difficult and now trying to install greymatter.
Posted by Laura at 12:01 PM | Comments (0)
Home sick: day two.
Home sick: day two.
Posted by Laura at 10:48 AM | Comments (0)
What seemed like a good
What seemed like a good idea at the time has turned into a nightmare of sorts. To say I don't understand this movabletype thing would be an understatement. Once I finally figured out (with the help of the admin) how to install the cgi-scripts, I realise their templates and whole system is near impossible to figure out.
Perhaps when I'm not so tired it will make more sense.
Posted by Laura at 01:37 AM | Comments (0)
February 12, 2002
Don't you love when you're
Don't you love when you're drying your hair and you start to space out and the next thing you know you've been drying your foot or the general vicinity of your right shoulder for, like, a half hour?
I do that. A lot.
Posted by Laura at 11:51 PM | Comments (0)
In today's sport section of
In today's sport section of The Times Beckham is wearing a pair of pants that have an obvious 'bulge' in them. Andy started making jokes about it,
"You know the country is supposed to be in mourning right?"
"Well he's bringing it up!"
Posted by Laura at 08:42 PM | Comments (0)
Be Good It's not too
Be Good
It's not too surprising that "Be Good" is what your candy heart says. You've probably been hearing it all your life. From your third grade teacher, to your last serious relationship, there's just that little bit of mischief about you that keeps people on their toes. Could be the glimmer that your eyes get when you think of doing something you're not exactly supposed to be doing, like sneaking the last cookie from the plate or secretly filling your glass with the final sips of wine?
Were your parents reluctant to leave you at home without a chaperone? But overall, it's that impish sense of good fun that keeps people enamored by your charm.
People can't help but want to be around you, and Valentine's Day is no exception. So when loved ones throw their arms around you, they really do mean it — even if their parting words are always, "Be Good".
:::smirks:::
Posted by Laura at 07:23 PM | Comments (0)
I was signing up at
I was signing up at a website, and was putting the usual user-name rx52446, because really, it's a name I can use forever because there is no way anyone else would choose that name.
And the name showed up as taken. I just stared at the screen thinking how on earth did someone else choose that name? The chances against it have to be enormous. Phenomenally big.
After deciding that there was no hard in me trying, I log in with rx52446. Turns out I had already signed up there.
I can be such a ditz.
Posted by Laura at 07:15 PM | Comments (0)
Life isn't about the
Life isn't about the breaths we take, it's about the moments that take our breath away.
Posted by Laura at 05:04 PM | Comments (0)
If you are an house
If you are an house alarm company I think the last slogan you should choose to stick on your van would be "burglary systems". I have no idea how that is good advertising
Posted by Laura at 04:52 PM | Comments (0)
I love the way that
I love the way that Andy eats two of the three cereal boxes we were supposed to share, and then takes a black marker and writes 'mine' all over the last one.
Posted by Laura at 11:02 AM | Comments (0)
February 11, 2002
And no I'm not 'bitching'
And no I'm not 'bitching' about people who 'bitch' about the tube. It was just an observation.
Posted by Laura at 11:08 PM | Comments (0)
I think it's strange and
I think it's strange and slightly annoying that everyone who uses London transport, expecially the tube, feels like they ought to complain. Honestly, it's one of the best public transport systems I've seen, delays and all.
Being in places with two train lines, and messes of bus systems, this seems like a a pretty good deal.
On the other hand it's amusing that some people will never be happy.
Posted by Laura at 10:40 PM | Comments (0)
To counter the 'nasty' a
To counter the 'nasty' a new pretty skin up!
Other than that I'm talking like a 9 year old because I'm tired. Bite me.
Posted by Laura at 07:46 PM | Comments (0)
Coffee. Need coffee. For ITGS:Eye
Coffee. Need coffee.
For ITGS:Eye Id
Posted by Laura at 10:57 AM | Comments (0)
Another of those days when
Another of those days when I really don't feel like going to classes. Really.
Posted by Laura at 08:44 AM | Comments (0)
Check out the new skin
Check out the new skin function (look at the nav). Okay, so there is only one so far, but it's in time for February 14.
For all you know dislike the holiday as much as me (hehehe).
Posted by Laura at 02:25 AM | Comments (0)
February 10, 2002
Me: "is the candy names
Me: "is the candy names sweethearts or sweet hearts"
Anna: "love hearts aren't they?"
Me: "ohh heheh thats might be it"
Anna: "the ones that taste nasty with the sick sweet messages on them?"
Me: "yeah hehe i need to find pics of them"
Anna: "you aren't making a valentine's page are you?"
Me: "lmao i was thinking about it but no"
Anna: "ewww that would be sick"
I might just do it on purpose now.
Posted by Laura at 11:27 PM | Comments (0)
L: "What are you watching?"
L: "What are you watching?"
M: "The Olympics."
L: "The what?!"
M: "Olympics."
L: "I didn't realise they were on. I didn't even realise they were this year..."
M: *laughs*
I don't know how I missed that one.
Posted by Laura at 11:02 PM | Comments (0)
I swear, even a gum
I swear, even a gum wrapper is distracting me now.
Posted by Laura at 09:17 PM | Comments (0)
Types of knowledge: Individual Social
Types of knowledge:
Individual
Social
Conscious
Explicit
Implicit
Automatic/instinctive
Collective
Rational
Empirical
Cognitive
Logical
Personally I think that cognitive and automatic/instinctive knowledge are the same. I think I might have to look that one up.
Can't think of any others.
Posted by Laura at 08:53 PM | Comments (0)
I was bored, and started
I was bored, and started searching for the names of people I know on Google. I got to searching for my dad. I didn't really expect to find anything Weird.
Posted by Laura at 08:29 PM | Comments (0)
Remember how I was upset
Remember how I was upset about the old photographs page being wiped? Well today, while I was cleaning up my desktop, I found a back-up of all those codes. (I couldn't believe it either.) So now all I need is to re-upload all those pictures here.
Other than that, I'm sorry that all I seem to be writing about here today seems to be about 'the new space' or coding, etc. All I've really done this weekend is work on getting this place working or on essays. Honestly which would you rather read about?
Thought so.
Not that I really want you to know the stupid things I do when I'm really bored, but I made my own error messages:
-400
-401
-403
-404
-500
I can hear your groans already.
Posted by Laura at 08:01 PM | Comments (0)
For lack of a better
For lack of a better word, Monsters Inc, was a cute movie. It's a definite cheer-up movie if you don't mind kids films.
Posted by Laura at 04:20 PM | Comments (0)
Look no ads! Yes, I
Look no ads! Yes, I do actually own my own domain (I'm just so excited!). While my old page was down I was busy moving files here, and changing them. The layout now works on PHP which will eventually allow skins, and saves me a lot of work when changing the navigation. In the title bar I finally managed to get a random text script to work, displaying the page name or song lyrics (refresh to see that). If you're coming here from my old page then you probably saw my random picture changer. I'm still working out a new comments system.
In any case, I'm now out and on my own! :::smiles:::
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February 09, 2002
...enough that I might fall
...enough that I might fall off my chair.
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Did I mention I'm excited?
Did I mention I'm excited?
Posted by Laura at 10:05 AM | Comments (0)
This noted started out as:
This noted started out as:
::: Down for renovations :::
But nothing is coming down for the moment. In fact, more stuff is coming up.
So, just hold on. Maybe check back later. We'll see where I am.
::: Up for changes :::
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February 08, 2002
I have a wasp in
I have a wasp in my room that I can't get rid off.
Posted by Laura at 02:32 AM | Comments (0)
They said there were going
They said there were going to a business dinner, and they'd be home about 10:30.
They arrive home at 12:30 and are obviously drunk.
My parents are funny sometimes. Puzzling but funny.
Posted by Laura at 01:48 AM | Comments (0)
Both world literature essays, done
Both world literature essays, done printed and ready to be handed in. What a relief.
Paper I: Comparative study of: Lysistrata, by Aristophanes and Mother Courage and Her Children, by Bertolt Brecht.
Topic of study: Dominant women and their roles and views concerning war.
Paper II: The use of props as symbols and plot devices in 'A Doll's House' by Henrik Ibsen.
Posted by Laura at 01:37 AM | Comments (0)
February 07, 2002
I don't have a lot
I don't have a lot of money of my own. What I have I use for important stuff and trivial stuff alike, just not in excess. When I have periods of no money, don't get mad at me when I get evasive. I don't want to borrow the money. It's not that I can't or won't be able to pay it back in the future, I just don't like having a cloud of debt over my head.
Maybe the world looks different when you have money.
Some day I'll have all my own money. You'll see.
Posted by Laura at 11:43 PM | Comments (0)
I'm worried, I'm curious, I'm
I'm worried, I'm curious, I'm nosy? My neightbours from two doors down started about and hour ago. They started bringing boxes and bags to their car and taking others back into the house. Just taking stuff out to the car and other stuff in, over and over.
I don't know whether it's the action or the time that's stranger.
Posted by Laura at 11:00 PM | Comments (0)
I think they've really covered
I think they've really covered themselves. Under hosting -> 10. Limitation of liability, they state that they accept no responsibility against. '(3) loss or liability resulting from acts of God.'
That even comes before 'loss or liability resulting from the misuse of your Account Identifier or Password.'
Posted by Laura at 09:10 PM | Comments (0)
I'm mad. Very mad. Stupid
I'm mad. Very mad. Stupid 0catch deleted the photographs page, so all that coding is down the drain. I suppose I will redo it at some stage. I'm just so frustrated and annoyed that it may not be for a while.
Posted by Laura at 08:49 PM | Comments (0)
I was reading an article
I was reading an article about the US goverment/ public stance on substance abuse prevention schemes today. It focused on a program called DARE (Drug Abuse Resistance Education) and all I could think was Drugs Are Really Expensive. I'm one of those people they'd accuse of being uninformed.
Posted by Laura at 08:18 PM | Comments (0)
Animal superstitions - my favourite:
Animal superstitions - my favourite:
If you eat a live toad first thing in the morning nothing worse will happen to you all day - Bret Hammond.
I should hope not!
Posted by Laura at 06:43 PM | Comments (0)
From my Dad: FW: Enron
From my Dad: FW: Enron saga - this may help understand
Feudalism: You have two cows. Your lord takes some of the milk.
Fascism: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them and sells you the milk.
Pure communism: You have two cows. Your neighbours help take care of them and you all share the milk.
Applied communism: You have two cows. You must take care of them, but the government takes the milk
Totalitarianism: You have two cows. The government takes them both and denies they ever existed. Milk is banned.
Mexican democracy: You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you into the army.
European democracy: You have two cows. The EU commission decides which regulations for feeding and milking apply. If there aren't any, they invent some. They pay you not to milk the cows. They take both cows, shoot one,
milk the other and pour the milk down the drain. They then require you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows.
Capitalism: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull. You herd multiplies and the economy grows. You sell them and retire on the income.
Enron venture capitalism: You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island company secretly owned by the majority shareholders who sell the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more
Posted by Laura at 06:35 PM | Comments (0)
Okay, I admit it. I
Okay, I admit it. I have a weak spot for anime. I developed it about 2 and a half years ago on a recommendation from a friend and it was a small spring into a huge pool. From an artistic point of view, I like drawing characters in that style, because as a 'cartoon' they look more realistic then 'bubbly' animated cartoons often do. In terms of watching, they were series of interesting/fun shows that became a social activity for my friends and I.
"Hey, did you see Dragonball Z yesterday? I can't believe that the length of this fight. You think Goku will beat him and get off Namek any time in the next week?"
or
"Ah, I can't believe how cool the scenes were yesterday! Zechs vs. Heero was a surprise scene, but the Relena stepping in bit was annoying!"
Etc. Yes, I admit they don't exactly seem the most stimulating conversations in hindsight. This interest led me to fanfiction, which eased me into creative writing. Practice writing with plots, series reseach and keeping characters in character was invaluable. Since I've moved away from said fanfiction scene, into more original categories.
There was one thing that always bothered me about anime fanfiction. People think that it's cool or appropriate to use Japanese terms in the dialogue. Since I never had the heart to berate a fellow writer, I'm venting here, in the privacy of my own little corner. The thing with anime is, for English viewers it can be seen in Japanese with English subtitles or dubbed completely into English. So if you're trying to keep to series (which was the original aim of fanfiction) wouldn't it seem logical to keep the story all in English or all in Japanese? I mean, sure if a character uses Japanese terms in the show, then it would be natural. This is almsot never the case.
In Dragonball Z (dubbed/subtitled) for example, Vegita calls Bulma "woman."
In English fanfiction why does he call her "onna" and say everything else in English?
In Gundam Wing for example, people sometimes tell Duo he's an "idiot".
In English fanfiction why do they all say "baka", but everything else in English?
The list could go on. It's not a serious fault, but it's annoying. The test of being an anime fan is not how many words you know of the original language, but your interest in the content. Sometimes I feel content is being sacrificed for what seems the 'cool' way to write.
In other news my friend is going to Tokyo in a week and a half. Maybe I can convince her to go toy shopping on my behalf? I act my age, honestly.
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February 06, 2002
The new McDonalds commercial. It's
The new McDonalds commercial. It's supposed to be reassuring us as to the quality of the food; but what kind of impression does it give if simple the fool they've ropped in needs all that prompting to make it?
Posted by Laura at 10:19 PM | Comments (0)
I just checked some lottery
I just checked some lottery numbers for my parents (lotto super 7) and they had two lines that matched 3 numbers each. We're going to send the ticket back to Toronto to my Grandparents because we can't use it here.
Myself, I've only played the lottery once. On my 16th birthday, I bought a ticked for the same day National Lottery draw because I was officially old enough to play. I spent easy 20 minutes picking my numbers, won £10 and haven't played again. I like to keep my win - loss record 1 - 0.
Posted by Laura at 10:02 PM | Comments (0)
Yes, I do find it
Yes, I do find it a bit disturbing; for the second time, I've been caught sleepwalking.
Maybe the old blog title was more appropriate?
The first was about 8 months ago when I was in Tenerife. While sleepwalking I stripped all the linen off my bed, folded it, put the linen out on the balcony, shut and locked the door, stole Andy's duvet and went back to sleep. I had no idea why.
Last night I was found walking around the floor with my blanket and pillow, carrying my Counting Crows cd (which I had taken out of my cd player, because I had it playing when I fell asleep) saying "bad cd, bad cd, bad cd..." I ended up putting the cd in Andy's room and sleeping on the floor.
I've been known to talk in my sleep but the walking makes me a bit nervous.
Posted by Laura at 09:31 PM | Comments (0)
Ever read something personal and
Ever read something personal and think, "Who are they trying to convince; me or them?" ?
Posted by Laura at 07:17 PM | Comments (0)
'Tell a man that there
'Tell a man that there are 300 billion stars in the universe and he'll believe you. Tell him a bench has wet paint on it and he'll have to touch to be sure' (Anon). What does this suggest about the way different types of knowledge are justified?
Maybe it's just me, but Theory of Knowledge (T.O.K.) is the one suject where it's so difficult to keep the essay objective.
Posted by Laura at 07:03 PM | Comments (0)
On Lord of the Rings
On Lord of the Rings box office success:
Fastest-grossing three-hour flick; biggest-ever December opening in the U.S.; and highest-ever grossing film where over 50 percent of the cast have beards.
Posted by Laura at 06:39 PM | Comments (0)
You'd think, because of their
You'd think, because of their definitions great and grateful wouldn't be spelt differently like that. Maybe it's because the former is credited to Old English while the latter is from Latin?
Posted by Laura at 05:53 PM | Comments (0)
Last night I had a
Last night I had a dream that I was on a film-set early in the morning to watch the last day of shooting. The main actor was Tom Cruise, but only, in an attempt to mess the director up, his 'twin' brother showed up too. They had to suspend filming because there was no visible difference between them.
I overlooked it because I usually don't take much of an interest in celebrities, or my dreams as serious.
I opened my Empire magazine today and saw a pictures of Tom Cruise's cousin, William Mapother. I saw the resemblence and all I could think was 'weird'.
On the flip side, did they think they could slip in that 20p price hike without anyone noticing?
Posted by Laura at 05:26 PM | Comments (0)
I can't wipe this dopey
I can't wipe this dopey grin off my face.
Posted by Laura at 12:04 AM | Comments (0)
February 05, 2002
I'm bored. The one day
I'm bored. The one day when I don'y have other work I need to be doing and I don't have a clue what to do.
-I added stuff down the side panel.
-I checked for new original stories on ff.net (There wasn't much new stuff)
-I read my entire New Scientist magazine.
-I fooled around with my digital camera.
-I checked my daily blog reads. (No one has updated at all today...)
-Looked for links off other people's sites and my imood account.
-I bugged my friends with "I'm bored" IMs.
-I cleaned my room.
-I'm thinking I'll go to bed early.
:::twiddles thumbs:::
Posted by Laura at 10:22 PM | Comments (0)
There are somethings I don't
There are somethings I don't think I want to see made into movies. I loved the books, and thought that while it takes almost to the second book to develop a real love and understanding of them, the His Dark Materials trilogy is amazing.
Do I sound like an advertisment?
It was so powerful because the ideas were conveyed mainly through the narrative. I'm just afraid that cutting it into a script and CGI will ruin it.
Then again I said I was afraid of them ruining The Lord of the Rings, and look how that turned out.
Posted by Laura at 08:40 PM | Comments (0)
I saw an old man
I saw an old man walking this tiny little dog from the park today. He walks across the road and just stands there, until I realise he's checking out these two older ladies. He pretends he's having problems with his dog (who's just sitting there watching him) in order to start a conversation with them.
They stop, talk for a minute and then walk off giggling.
I couldn't help but smile.
Posted by Laura at 05:07 PM | Comments (0)
February 04, 2002
I have 40 days of
I have 40 days of school left. It shouldn't bother me so much.
Posted by Laura at 11:50 PM | Comments (0)
If I told you I
If I told you I was resting on the knife point of a crush which way would you tell me to slide?
I realise my judgement is clouded.
There are some things that can't be helped.
Posted by Laura at 11:36 PM | Comments (0)
It came back to my
It came back to my attention to day, while fiddling around with some stuff in 800x600, and then switching back to 1024x768, on my computer that my reading has gotten worse again. I know it should be expected with all the reading I do.
When I went to the optician's about 7 months ago, he said I could be given reading glasses because one eye has worse sight that the other, but that he knew I was going for vacations and said that I should wait to see whether giving my eyes a rest would reverse the problem. It did for a while.
After vacation I didn't rescheduled another appointent. I could probably continue to ignore it if I didn't get headaches from reading, and could actually focus. I have issues with doctors of any kind.
Then again Anna says I have issues with everything.
Posted by Laura at 10:04 PM | Comments (0)
"There had been many empty
"There had been many empty houses in the past, and there were likely to be many in the future. It was the way of real estate. This fact alone though, never prepares one for having an empty home.
When he had pushed open the heavy front door, and stuck his head round the edge of it he had felt rather than saw that it was empty. Apart from the usual clutter, which had vanished, or at least her share of it, the hallway looked just as it always had. Closing the door behind him, he set on a further look. The kitchen looked the same, dishes neatly packed away into the dishwasher or respective cupboards, fridge bare, table piled with mail that needed to have been looked at; no, there was no visible difference here. The same was true of every other room, quiet and organised, pictures here, books there. Every room expect the bedroom. That was empty, of everything hers. Not like when it was clean, because then, when he opened the closet her stuff would be there. Now it wasn’t. No, the house felt empty -
- as it would for some time."
Posted by Laura at 09:07 PM | Comments (0)
It really started off as
It really started off as one of those days. I killed bunch of conversations just by being there, and then got picked on by the french teacher. (I specifically tell her I only got questions b)-e) and she asks me a). And I sit there struggling until a class mate jumps in and saves me.) It finally turned around when Andrei enlightened the class with his theory of evolution in relation to intensive farming:
Men creates fire, which allows men to create weapons, which allow men to control animals.
Only Mike thought he said les arbres instead of les armes.
Sometimes I realise how much I miss them already.
Posted by Laura at 07:08 PM | Comments (0)
Perhaps it is a sign
Perhaps it is a sign I am tired when I realise I've been wearing my slippers on the wrong feet for over an hour now. Sometime's I'm a mess but I'm okay with it.
Posted by Laura at 02:02 AM | Comments (0)
February 03, 2002
It might be a bit
It might be a bit lastminute.com but after a failed essay attempt earlier I've managed to come up with a much better topic. 'Use of props as symbols and plot devices in A Doll's House by Henrik Ibsen'.
Posted by Laura at 08:13 PM | Comments (0)
I've been busy pounding away
I've been busy pounding away at my keyboard. For all my work here's a teaser.
Posted by Laura at 12:28 AM | Comments (0)
February 02, 2002
This gave me a much
This gave me a much needed laugh.
Posted by Laura at 07:50 PM | Comments (0)
L: "You know that song
L: "You know that song by that German band... Du... hast?"
A: *nods*
L: "That's like all they say through the whole song."
A: "You,
you have,
you have a big
you have a big bulldozer."
L: "How long have you been studying German again?"
A: "4 years."
L: "Strange"
A: "That's what I thought too."
Posted by Laura at 06:28 PM | Comments (0)
February 01, 2002
Just dork and I tonight,
Just dork and I tonight, because mom and dad went out. At the last minute I pulled out of the party because I still felt ill, so the two of us crashed infront of the telly and watched Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade while sipping ginger ale and sparkling water. And some how that managed to make me feel loads better.
The simplicity is reassuring.
Posted by Laura at 11:44 PM | Comments (0)
The Friday Five: 1. Have
The Friday Five:
1. Have you ever had braces? Any other teeth trauma? I had braces for just under two years, and I still have a retainer for the top which I don't technically need to wear anymore. I have a wire cemented to the back of my bottom teeth having to do with strength and space issues. As for traumas, none really, but I had every tooth I've ever lost, save one, pulled out, including four adult teeth. I have a very small jaw and mouth; and that's a story I think. As a result, I like my smile.
2. Ever broken any bones? Nope, but I've sprained my right ankle about a hundred times.
3. Ever had stitches? Nope. I'm a wimp. Usually it's surgical tape and guaze for me!
4. What are the stories behind some of your [physical] scars? I have a scar about an inch and a half long on my left thigh from playing capture the flag in seventh grade. I have scars all over my feet from walking barefoot at my cottage. I have one on the back on my hand from having a friendly fight with Anna's brother over a game or something equally stupid, and another under my chin from skip-rope jumping on hardwood floor when I was little. There are more, but I scar easily so there isn't always a story.
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? Well first thing to go, is to finish off my business project and World Lit. essay. I hardly ever plan anything else too far in advance.
Posted by Laura at 11:34 PM | Comments (0)
"Time is the best teacher;
"Time is the best teacher; Unfortunately it kills all its students."
Some things just seem funnier late at night.
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