You'd almost think time would stop completely and the world would implode because of all the awesome on that stage.
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impressed
Here's a pic for comparison:

- Mood:
thirsty
- Mood:
pissed off
Any dream analysts in the house??
- Mood:
contemplative
Anywho, here are some pictures of my dog Jack. A sweetheart on my flist posted pics of hers, and I thought I would do the same. I don't think there is any other picture that could make him look more dim-witted, lol. He's cute though, I've got to hand him that.

- Mood:
amused
But damn, this Obama thing is depressing me. I can't explain it, I don't know what he stands for or whatever, and I didn't particularly care for the other guy either... but why Obama?
I just don't like change. Plus, he's always smiling in the pictures I've seen - WTF is he so happy about? I've never heard him speak, so I have no idea if he sounds intelligent or not, but I just don't like him. He doesn't look very presidenty.
George Bush, now that is a president. I always loved him. He's funny looking, and I was always amused by the retarded things he would say. I particularly enjoyed when he would make up words to try and sound smart.
And I know it really doesn't matter who wins, because nothing really ever changes so that's why I'm unsure as to why this is bothering me so much. I don't even live in the US.
Gah, this post is ridiculous. I sound retarded. I just don't know how to put into words the ick feeling I get when I think of Obama as the president. I am at a loss.
It's the same feeling I get when people start talking about chicks allowed to become priests. Ick. I know reverends and ministers can be chicks, but priests?? I don't think so. It would just invalidate everything I have ever believed.
Another thing that is depressing me today is this Prop 8 thing. WTF do a bunch of repressed white people care if gay people are getting married? It just seems like the most retarded thing people should be concerned about in this day and age - like having a president named Obama. LOL, kidding. I'm sure he'll be fine. I probably won't even notice a change :)
*sigh* The entire world is retarded.
Another thing that is retarded is how much I can possibly type the word retarded in this post. Retarded.
EDIT: I figured it out!! I know why this Obama thing is bothering me so much -- OPRAH!! I hate Oprah. And just imagining her happiness at his win is crippling me.
And now Criminal Minds -- how cute this this picture?? I'm envisioning Morgan and Reid shacking and having/or adopting their love child :)

( And now some Criminal Minds spoilers... )
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drained
I don't want to spoil it for anyone, but OMFG!!!!!
On another note -- I want to make babies with Reid.
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crazy
But seriously -- how could I live with myself if I didn't post this absolutely precious picture??
- Mood:
curious
And lookit how pretty and white his teeth are. I love nice teeth ;)

- Mood:
peaceful
Anywho, I had a good time today with him. I found a really sweet trail that's not too far from here. We got lost in it for an hour today. It was good fun. I love hiking in the woods. I'm going back there tomorrow and I'm bringing my camera because it really is awesome outside this time of year.
I also realized just how paranoid I really am. LOL, what? Who am I kidding, I've known about my paranoia for years. I was walking in the woods thinking, this is great -- I have no cell phone and no weapon. There could be a serial killer out here waiting for anyone to walk down this trail.
To illustrate the history of my paranoia I'll relate to you a story from my youth. I remember an incident when I was 6 or 7 -- my father and I were alone in the car. I think he was taking me to the city so we could buy a potty training present for my sister. We drove through a heavily wooded area and I remember thinking that this wasn't the right way in to the city -- I was convinced that he was instead going to take me out to the middle of the forest, tie me to a tree and leave me out there to die. I was busy planning my escape when we finally emerged from the forest and arrived at the store.
WTF? What would make a 6 year old kid think their dad was going to take them out to the woods and kill them?? I'm convinced something terrible must have happened to me that I've somehow repressed...
I consider myself a pretty unapproachable person. I don't usually start conversations with strangers, and when someone tries talking to me I'll usually give them a 'WTF do you want' stare until they go away. Sadly, that hasn't really worked with some of the people in this building because they all think my dog is so damn cute that they talk to me anyway -- and I've accepted the fact that they probably aren't trying to lure me into their apartments to kill me.
Yesterday I was coming back from a walk with Jack, when a somewhat cute guy started talking to me -- which is weird because I usually only attract weirdos. He was cleaning out his car in the parking lot and we were both walking towards the dumpster in the back. So he tries to make small talk -- he's going on about the leaves, and autumn.. I think I said something lame like, 'yeah, they're beautiful'. He's still talking about the leaves and something about how they weren't as good last year. I'm not really sure because I'm still walking away as he keeps talking. I don't mean to be rude, but as soon as a guy starts talking to me it's like - what does he want? Anyway, I do a circuit around the parking lot with Jack, and as we're walking back the guy is making a second trip to the dumpster. I want to ignore him and keep walking, but he is cute and I feel bad about how I just walked away earlier. I'm not sure what I should do so I just look at him and smile and Jack goes up to great him. He pets Jack and then he says something about the dog liking it outside, I say something lame in return. Then he says something weird about Jack getting bigger. WTF? Jack is two. He isn't growing. So obviously cute boy thinks my dog and I are someone else. Great. LOL.
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cynical
Someone posted this to
Just click on the pic to get the ginormous HQ version.

- Mood:
flirty
Anyway, looks like I'm SOL on the name changing front though. I should have done this before I moved to Quebec, because it's apparently impossible here.
So that's bumming me out.
So what?? I'm supposed to pretend to be someone else for 5 years while all my IDs show my birth name? WTF? I wonder if I can convince everyone to call me Princess Sparkly Pants -- that would be cool.
This is also fucked up:
Procedures for formal name change are very strict in Quebec and the decision is up the director of civil status. It requires a serious reason, such as difficulty of use due to spelling or pronunciation, or bearing a name that is mocked or that has been made infamous. (source)
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crushed
Who is this guy?? How is it possible that I want to mother him and fuck him at the same time???
I shall never be the same after this. This picture has ruined me for all other pictures of MGG that are yet to come. Every time I think he can't get any cuter - WHAM!

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horny
So my fabulous Thanksgiving dinner was fabulous, lol. Everyone had a good time and I have plenty of leftover goodness. I didn't think I would crack under the pressure but I eventually did – and here I thought I was always cool, calm and collected, LOL. The closer it came it came to dinner time, the more panicked I was getting – I wanted everything to be perfect and awesome, and ready at the exact same time.
My sister was there too, which was cool – but she was absolutely no help. My mom must of told her about it because I hadn't invited her. Unless money is involved she usually doesn't come by at all. I guess my mom was serious about cutting the monetary ties because my sister showed up Saturday night for a 'sleepover'. She also told me that after Sunday's dinner she would be taking leftovers home with her. She complained constantly about being hungry, but didn't really lift one finger to help out with dinner.
She basically laid in bed all day Sunday and complained about how the smell of the turkey cooking was making her hungry. Oh, and she also brought her laundry to do. Fun Fun. She took a cocktail of pills Saturday night and slept for about 12 hours straight. Must be nice. And OMG she is a mumbler when she sleeps, it's a little funny but hella creepy too.
And now Jack (dog) has diarrhea because everyone was sneaking him bits of turkey. I bet he probably ate 2 lbs worth last night. Oh well, it was his birthdat last weekend so I let him indulge a little. My little man is 2 years old now. Terrible twos. Apparently that's why he's being such an ass lately, he's a doggy teenager now.
Oh, and I finally got around to watching True Blood this afternoon, and OMG, why did they kill Gran? I loved her. Characters I like don't usually die, and now I'm not quite sure how to feel about it.
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content
Very mature.
I never used to be like this. I used to be mostly depressed, and never really got worked up over anything -- but nowadays I'm depressed, interspersed with intense, sudden, bouts of rage. Very irrational.
I also have very low impulse control, so imagine how hard it is for me right now not to write offensive messages on people's facebooks and then claim my facebook was hacked and it wasn't really me who left the messages. Some people's status messages just scream "insult me now because I am an idiotic moron!" I don't care if these people are my friends, I just want to be mean to them right now...
*sigh*
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enraged
He's so precious.. I also love JJ's proud mommy face.
Hopefully he won't be making that face when I bear his children, LOL.

- Mood:
awake
I've got the invitations sent for October 13th, but there are a few people I already know won't be able to make it -- so I wanted to make another Thanksgiving on November 27th... I've really gotten into this dinner party business :)
On another note, this guy I knew in high school added me on facebook. He's married to a very pretty girl and seems to be successful at his job -- and yet all I can think about is that he's killed someone. It just blows my mind that he can just carry on with his happy life, when he stole someone else's.
He was driving drunk the summer after graduation when the police tried to pull him over. He basically tried to evade the police by speeding down the road when he hit some guy who was walking on the side on the road. His father must have pulled some strings because he was already out the next day. He killed someone and yet didn't spend any time in jail at all. It was like it never happened. I saw him a few months later at the mall hanging out in a group, having a good time, just as if he'd never killed anyone. The guy can drive drunk, evade arrest and kill someone and yet there were no repercussions?? WTF?
- Mood:
aggravated
I would have never even bothered reading the HP books if it wasn't for him. Back in the day, I was adamant that I didn't want to read/watch/have anything to do with Harry Potter. I thought it was childish crap. Millions of friends tried to convert me, but I was steadfast. Until one night I was channel surfing and I saw Snape. This was around the time PoA was coming out on DVD and they were showing the first movie on cable. It was the scene where he was sitting at the head table during the sorting ceremony and he was glaring evilly at HP. I was hooked. I didn't immediately recognize Alan Rickman even when Robin Hood had been my favorite childhood movie... but I knew that I loved him :)
I watched the entire movie, falling more in love with him every time he was mean to Potter -- and the next day I went out and bought all three DVDs and all the books that were available to date. I was that sad. *Sigh*
My shame was complete.
In other news. I tried to pick a pube out of my gum tonight which is probably the most retarded thing I've done this month. Why was I chewing gum tonight? I have no idea. And why didn't I just throw it out when I realized a pube had gotten squidged within it? Who knows. I apparently did not want to let that piece of gum go. I did in fact throw it out, but only after unsuccessfully trying to dislodge the pube. I actually feel a little bemused at the thought that had I removed the offending pube I would have popped that gum right back in my mouth :) Sometimes I don't know why I do the things that I do...
- Mood:
anxious
In other news, my sister is still a loser. My mother is convinced she has joined a cult. She has been behaving rather oddly lately, but I'm sure it's just your standard crack addition. I wish she'd go back to rehab and leave me the hell alone. She's always calling complaining about her friggin' life sucking, and how she never has any money. Tip number one: lay off the crack!
Am I the only one who changes my mood if I don't like the mood icon it has?? I'm like a mood cheater. I should just buckle down and make my own - like I've been meaning to so, but I always have other crap going down.
- Mood:
lethargic
So, actually it was a 2 day debacle. I originally installed Kubuntu (KDE) because that was what I was familiar with, and I toiled with it all afternoon yesterday and couldn't get it to look like how I wanted. Finally, I scrapped that and reformatted again, and this time installed Ubuntu (Gnome) which looks far crappier at first but seems to be much more customizable. I don't know, maybe more people use it. It took a little while to get used to the format of everything, but I finally have it look pretty much how I wanted. Everything is white and blue and beautiful. Awesomely enough, it won't be hard at all to mix things up and make it white and pink, or white and purple. This is going to kick ass!!
( You know you want to see it... )
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energetic

