I am having serious internet issues, so I'm just hoping this all works out, it's extremely frustrating.

So, as you may have read over at the Pound, it was Bryce's bday on friday. It was a pretty good time. I had to sit on JayB at overdrive 'cuz he split his pants trying to violate Bryce, and he split them good. We left shortly after the drama arrived, so I missed the end of the night excitement, which I'm actually happy about, so it all worked out pretty well. And I got a wrap from subway on the way home, it was yummy.

Saturday morning Lisa called at 10AM (very strange), at one point in time she thought she heard a small dog in the background and declared that Jason and myself are hereby banned from pet stores. She's an evil little rain cloud, she's also a big fat bubble burster. Oh well, we showed her, we went to one that afternoon, which worked out fine, but then we went to another the next day. Oops. What was supposed to be a trip to get Charlie a boyfriend (although now I'm beginning to wonder if she really is a boy, all this back and forth is confusing) turned into a much more extensive trip that included defied coin toss results and new pets for both of us. Now we each have 3. Jason took the smart route and got 3 that all get along, whereas one of mine wants to eat the other two, oh well, there's never a dull moment around here. Oh who am I kidding, that's a lie, my days consist of strung together dull moments.

Oh well, hopefully I'll hear from Marca soon to find out when I start my course. I also really need to find a job, I have 3 babies to feed. They really are the best kind of babies.

Poopsie Zuboff does not exist!

I took my application in to Marca today, so that's done, yay! They need new reception staff, we're talking stupid, oh well, what can you expect? They're no worse than the office staff of the fashion dept. at Ryerson University, they were completely useless.

I have had a headache for over a week, I sure hope it leaves soon.

I like Steven.

I need to move to Warman so I can have a piggy. Stupid City of Saskatoon jerks won't let me have one, they suck.

My cat is so cute I can hardly believe it, I just wanna squeeeeeeeze him, but it makes him make funny squeaky noises, so I don't do it anymore. Sometimes I think JayB feels the same way about me, but he doesn't stop squeezing when I make squeaky noises, so I must conclude that he squishes me just to hear me scream. I think that's why he does most things.

Tomorrow is Brycie's birthday, to quote my mother 'that'll be a good drunk'.

torment: transitive verb
1. inflict pain on somebody or something; to inflict torture, pain or anguish on somebody or something.
2. tease somebody; to tease a person or an animal persistently
3. twist something; to severely distort, twist or wrench something (archaic or literary)

tormentor: noun
cause of torment; somebody who, or something that causes somebody mental anguish, physical pain, annoyance or anxiety.

Ugh!

Woke up at 7 this morning when my kitty came to tell me that my alarm was gonna go off soon, he was right. Showered and got ready and Bryce and Atom picked me up, went and got Jordi, stopped at McD's and were off to Moosomin to get Brycie's car. The ride there was disturbing, to say the least, and is something I am in the process of repressing. When we got there we had lunch and then went through the joy of getting the car started, and out of the shed, it looked like it was quite an ordeal from where I stood. My job was to keep Bryce company on the ride back, physical labour was not part of the deal, neither was having to put up with Jordi's unwelcome advances all day, but somehow I survived, just think of a happy place. So, on the way home, some moron was hauling rocks down the highway without a tarp and they were flying out at us, gee go figure, anyway, one hit Bryce's mom's car. We stopped to investigate the damage, and to pee, but found the guy soon after, pulled over by the cops, so we stopped to visit too. Little did I know, this would take an hour! The entire time Bryce spent talking with the boys, and we had to keep his car running (stupid battery), so I got to sit all by my lonesome in Bryce's car for an hour, needless to say, it got a little boring and I had to find ways of keeping myself from going stir crazy, which included playing with his new phone, what fun, kinda like raising rare edible orchids. So we finally got going, stopped in Regina for supper and got home 9ish. Then we were off to Atom and Erin's where they played cards and I played with the baby, but I tuckered out pretty quickly and had to come home. Called Lisa for a quick gossip and now I am so ready for bed. I am so tired that I feel like I'm melting, it's rather unpleasant and kinda interesting all at once, yeah I definitely need sleep.

I feel that it is time to once again address the issue of Stevenaholism since it has been a topic of discussion lately. I do believe that the addiction can be overcome, and a support group might be a good idea for those who need it, but I also think that overcoming the addiction on one's own gives one a true feeling of accomplishment and self sufficiency. So deal with the issue as you choose, should you be dealing with the affliction in the first place, as long as you deal with it, it can be dangerous if left untended. Then again, I heard something somewhere about Dog Pound paying my rent, I would like to say for the record that I think that is a wonderful idea, especially since he didn't even get me a bday present. (I may hate my bday, but I still like presents!)

I am making myself a new skirt, I have been ironing pleats, the iron makes the material hot, my fingers are hurty and burny. ouchie.

Dawn of the Dead starts tonight, I have been told that this is a must see, then again my source is rather unreliable, I heard he got kicked out of a bar at 8:30.

I haven't said that my cat's cute for a while, so I will do so now, my cat sure is cute, he's the cutest little kitty ever! (ok, so he's kinda tubby, too many pop tarts)

Oh no! Tonight is the second last episode of Sex and the City EVER. What a terrible year in the world of me! First Barbie and Ken split up and it sends my whole belief system into a tailspin, and now my show is ending! Oh woe is me, and in the words of the immortal Dog Pound 'sigh'. I need all the Sex and the City seasons on DVD, and then I need a DVD player to watch them, maybe someday, 'double sigh'.

Dork Points; 4

woebegone: adj.
sorrowful; feeling or looking distressed or sorrowful

nothing good to say = no updates.

My weekend I spent on my couch watching movies all by myself, yes, all weekend.

Monday I managed to survive my stupid birthday, mostly thanks to JayB. I sure do hate my birthday, at least I don't have to worry about another one for a year, that's a comfort. I got new shoes, though, so it wasn't all bad. JayB took me for supper and went for drinks after, all in all it worked out pretty well. I was, and still am, amazed.

Just so you know, eating half a pound of bacon at 5AM is not something your body will take kindly to.

queasy: adj.
1. nauseated; feeling ill in the stomach, as if on the point of vomiting.

Finally got rid of the moodiness, stupid hormones, oh well, it's all better now, thank god.

Wednesday Brycie called me to let me know he's home, 5mins later JayB called and took for me out for lunch, even though I was his second choice. Later I went out with Lisa, dropped off a resume and it took us four hours to get home, we got busy talking, and since I was still moody, I had a lot to talk about. And we went through the car wash, I sure do love the car wash, then we went chasing after pink sky.

Thursday afternoon went out with Brycie and Jordi. It doesn't take very long to remember what it's really like to have Bryce home, and it almost makes a person ready to see him leave again, Jerk.

JayB finally came to get the birdies last night, they were extremely squawky yesterday, so I wasn't too sad to see them go, but I do kinda miss them today.

This explains why I haven't updated in a while, really don't have much to say.

I am getting closer to finished everything I need for my application package for Marca. Today I went and spoke to another esthetician to get more info, and the Marca people said I have to talk to two people, so I did. And I wrote my "why I wanna take this course" essay, and I rounded up a second person to write me a letter of reference (I picked up the first this afternoon). So, after I get this letter, all I have to do is wait for my high school transcripts to get here and I'm set. Now all I have to do is hope there's room in the start date that I want, but I'm not too worried, especially since the high school people that want to take the course won't be done school yet, which is good 'cuz too may 18 year olds in one room is scary, I just don't have the energy to deal with them at my age.

This evening I spent out with Lisa. We went to the UofS library so she could print off some 92 page thing she needed for a class, luckily they have good printers so it only took a few minutes, as opposed to the hour it would've taken at home. We had a few more errands to run and then rewarded ourselves with Cokes and cheesy squishy beef from Arby's, and curly fries, of course.

We actually missed Fritz for a few minutes tonight, we were making fun of him and thought it was a shame that he missed out on hearing all of our witty remarks. That, and his whining always added fuel to our proverbial fire. Oh yeah, we're funny, and not at all dorky.

As for my forehead hikki, it's getting much better. Lisa finds it amusing because many people have stuck the suction cup in question to their heads over the years, but for some reason, I'm the only one who got a hikki from it. I'm sure I've even done it before and escaped unscathed, I guess Sunday just wasn't my day. And just in case anyone was wondering, the forehead is part of the head (Gwen still owes me a dollar).

There was a piggy on Oprah either today or yesterday that saved it's owner's life. I see this as a good argument as to why I should have one, especially considering how klutzy I am, and how sweetly retarded my cat is, there's no way he could ever save me, he's rather useless really, except for when I need something to snuggle, he's pretty good for that.

I still have the lovebirds. With each passing day JayB's attachment to them is weakening, eventually he will simply forget that he thinks they're his. He still claims to want them back, but doesn't take them, he's all talk.

Steven just called me to tell me that Brycie got home tonight safe and sound.

Tried the new diet Coke with lime tonight, it's not too bad, for diet (yuck, only weirdos drink diet Coke), the limeyness is pretty good, could use some rye though.

yuck or yuk:used in disgust;used to express disgust or revulsion (informal)

So, I went to Lisa's on Saturday night, spent a good chunk of the time watching TV, The Cell was on, it's a good thing Lisa was there to un-confuse me in the beginning, towards the end I got to return the favour. I have no idea what else we watched all night, but I watched Blue's Clues at 6AM (I love Blue's Clues), and finally fell asleep watching How it's Made sometime before 8. I got up around 2pm and Lisa had actually gotten quite a bit done during my nap, so I got to typing. I got home 9ish Sunday night, after being held captive for 24 hours, it wasn't too bad though, I had the Stockholm Syndrome.

Today was strange, woke up feeling fine, then experienced one of my trademark mood swings, and just didn't feel like doing anything, my world went bleh. For the rest of the day I've been rather moody, the slightest thing would change it. JayB got to experience that in full force, I was fine when he got here, then he sprayed me with the goatdamn water bottle, I got grumpy. He then felt that tickling me and mocking me would be the best way to cheer me up, yeah, um, not so much, but he did get me laughing in the end, so in his mind it worked out. Dearest Brycie, you are no longer the most insufferable person I know.

Will probably be going down to Marca with mom tomorrow to see if there's room in the May class, and if so, to reserve my spot, if not I'll have to wait 'til July. Yeah it's only 2 more months, but I'm so excited about this that waiting 'til May seems unbearable, I might actually go clinically insane if I have to wait until July. And I don't need any of you pointing out that I don't really have that far to go to become clinically nutz, I'm in denial, it's part of my crazy charm. (Oh yeah, I'm delightfully charming, kinda like the crazy guy in the movie)

So, even though I didn't get much done in regards to my new life, I got quite a bit done in regards to real life. I washed dishes and swept and tidied the bathroom and even did some laundry, oh and I took out the garbage, which I hate doing 'cuz there's still a huge snowbank in my backyard, it's a rather treacherous trip out to the alley, but I did it, so I deserve praise, it's a good thing I know how to praise myself, it's not the same, but it's all I've got.

Hey Darren, you once doubted the fact that I'm a huge dork, now I can prove it. I have a big round hikki in the middle of my forehead, from a suction cup, that I put there myself. It was not my smartest moment, but it sure did cheer Lisa up. She enjoyed a good hour of teasing me, claiming that she was just toughening me up before JayB saw it.

It's my birthday in a week, just in case anyone wanted to know.

capricious: adj
given to sudden changes; tending to make sudden and unpredictable changes

I love cake

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRAVIS!

If anyone talks to Travis after reading this you should tell him I say happy birthday, I would tell him myself, but I'm not allowed to call him anymore.

My cat has been very busy lately, he's spent most of the past day and a half lying on my bed, watching the love birds. I don't hink he's left them unattended for more than a few hours since they got here. Even when they were covered up last night, he would go into my room every hour or so to check on them. I walked into my room with Charlie on my finger and he didn't pay any attention to her, maybe he's learned that he can't get her anyway, so he'll try for the new ones. Either way, the cat's happy, tired from his all day bird watching vigil, but happy nonetheless.

I'm learning that having 3 birds in one little basement suite can be pretty loud. I'm used to Charlie chirping, but now, everytime she does, the other two join in, or at least one of the two. And of course they had to start when I was trying to sleep in this morning, luckily I've got them under control now. Spray bottles are wonderful things, they work on cats, birds and even boys, unfortunately they work on me too, so it's imperative to keep the bottle out of the boy's reach since he might feel the need to retaliate, or maybe make a romantic mist, either way, it only ends badly.

Went to Fabricland today, got zippers and thread and elastic and some buttons, yay! I've been sewing up a storm lately and was running out of essentials. I also got a new scarf, it is pink and fuzzy, two of my favourite things.

Might be headin' over to Lisa's later in the hopes of helping her get her essay done. She's much more fun when she's not in the middle of writing an essay, they tend to be a little draining and very time consuming, they take up time and energy that could be spent entertaining me.

Steven's head hurts, poor baby.

Hangover: illness after drinking; the symptoms of headache, nausea, thirst and sickness that result from drinking too much alcohol.

I have Birdies!! It's very exciting, although I can't decide who's more excited, me or the cat. Probably the cat. I just hope JayB realizes that I'm running away this weekend with the birdies and he'll never find me, they're mine, Moo ha ha ha snort ha. Then again it might be difficult to escape unnoticed with 3 birds and a cat, nah people have seen stranger things, like squirrels wearing helmets.

flee:
1. run away: to run away from something
2. disappear quickly: to pass or diappear quickly

So, for the past few days my world has been ending, it was horrible, nearly unbearable, but I survived and now I'm doing much better. I am officially changing the direction of my life, not that my life had much direction in the first place, but I suppose that was part of the problem. I am giving up on University for the time being, it's possible I'll go back eventually, but for now I'm giving up, I'm very good at giving up, I find it requires very little effort and I enjoy things that require little or no effort. My new life direction is leading me towards the esthetics course at Marca, which I am currently quite excited about, now all I have to do is find people willing to write me letters of reference, which shouldn't be too hard considering how wonderful I am.

I got new shoes!!! I love new shoes, they make my world a better place, and seeing as my world was ending, getting new shoes was a wonderful idea, and they were on sale, and they're pink, yay!

So now that my ship has found it's way back to the tracks (I sure do hate it when my ship derails) my life has basically settled back into it's regular hum-drum of an existence, which is surprisingly comforting. My main project at the moment is to find myself a job, and quickly, seeing as my landlord will expect to be paid for April's rent. If anyone wants to find me a job it would be greatly appreciated, not that I expect that to happen, but I can dream, can't I?

Oh well, the weekend is fast approaching (it's really only thursday, the header is lying to you, evil header, it seems to think that 1AM means it's tomorrow already, it obviously doesn't know the rule that it's not tomorrow until I sleep) and as such I get to look forward to having the birdies all to myself, I won't get to see JayB, but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make, my cat sure will be happy with the trade. I just hope he behaves himself, oh wait, that never happens, he's a cat, this could prove to be an interesting weekend. The most exciting thing I've got going on is that I might go to Lisa's to help her type out her essay, that usually proves to be entertaining. The last time that happened I read the entire 2000 Guiness Book of Records and King Lear, oh and we didn't sleep which makes everything funny. Yeah, good times. I really should go out and get myself into trouble since the old man will be out of town. . . .

So tomorrow will be a busy day, all in the name of employment seeking, and I have an appointment with an esthetician to ask her some questions about her trade. My mom wants me to ask her if she makes enough money to live on her own, since there's a possibility that I'll have to move home when in school, she wants to be sure I'll leave again, oh the joy of a mother's love.

I realized a few hours ago that Brycie should be home next week, Tuesday to be exact, how exciting!! As much as he picks on me I still love the dork (shut up, you're a dork!). And I feel the need to say HI to Brycie since he doesn't think that I should have a blog, I believe his exact words were, if there's anyone who shouldn't have a blog it's you. Thanks Brycie I love you too, even if you won't marry me. Jerk.

Yesterday I got a calendar from the Telus people, it has pictures of the piggies from the commercials, it reminds me that I want a piggy.

co-occur: intransitive verb
(co-occurred, co-occuring, co-occurs, not cocur!!)
1. happen together: to happen at the same time and place
2. LINGUISTICS share same linguistic context: to appear together in the same contexts (refers to linguistic elements, for example, sound)

Hey Puppet Pants, did you get all that? Or was it too confusing for you? I looked up cocur (I even tried coccur, co-cur and co-ccur, just in case my spelling was off), and to my absolute astonishment it wasn't there! Who ever would've thought such a thing, oh wait, ME!

Hi, my name is Linsie, and I'm a Stevenaholic.
My addiction began on the 5th of July 1995 and held strong until early 1997. Since then I have managed to get my addiction under control, but I'll be the first to admit that I'm still under his spell, and I have no desire to get out. I've found that the world is a happier place when under the spell of our dearest Dog Pound. Over the years I have gone through times that I was beginning to feel distanced from the Pound, but the world became devoid of all joy and I found myself coming back to the sublime happiness that Dog Pound provides. It is a comfort and security that simply can't be found anywhere else. So Darren dearest, I hope this helps you to understand why it is imperative for me to have a Dog Pound link on my blog, and why so many others have done so as well, but rest assured that you have an ally, even if he is kind of a jackass.

I miss the Lovebirdies and I hate that I don't get to see them whenever I want, but JayB is going to Edmonton this weekend, so I get them. (yay!) I plan to take full advantage of this time alone with them to make them love me, and not him. Oh wait, they already do.

I would like to remind you (one of you more than others) that I love the kitty at Petland, and that I have a birthday coming up, and that I've been a very good girl. Ok, so the last part might not be entirely true, but I've been mostly good, especially since the last trip to DQ.

Good God I'm tired. Doing a whole lot of nothing sure does take a lot out of a person.

My arm is very hurty, but it's for the good of the nation so I suppose it's worth it.

My mother is trying to send me away to the army, she seems to think this is a great idea (Dog Pound agrees and thinks I should do it for him, then again he thinks I should do lots of things just 'cuz he says so) and she is rather excited about the prospect. I'm not sure how I feel about this whole idea (especially the whole physical exertion part), but I know it would make Lisa very happy, she's been trying to send me away to the army for years.

conation - n. mental process of action: in psychology, a mental process involving the will, such as impulse, desire or resolve.