You are Shrimp Ramen! You are incredibly perky and
happy. Your personality is completly devoid of
any sadness or worry, and you usually care
about nothing but having a good time and
keeping your entire environment full of
complete happiness. Though some less happy
people often shun you for exactly that reason,
the majority of people often love your presence
and take pride that they have a fun friend like
you.


What Flavor of Ramen Noodles are you?
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publish! publish! publish! publish! publish!publish! publish! publish! publish!

still won't publish, eh? well, that's ok. i don't need you anyway.

you suck blogger! i can't wait until my website is finished next week!

post and publish, you bastard! POST AND PUBLISH!!!

how can you see the future when you keep looking back?

i turn twenty two this sunday and feel no sence of occasion or need to celebrate this day. it will pass like any other. my birthday is a funny thing for me. i'm not sure what to for or with it. i can only remember maybe two or three "real" birthdays. you know, candles on birthday cake, cameras flashing, singing, what have you. i don't want to make you think that this is going to turn into some kind of pity party where i lament on the hardships i have suffered or the injustices i experienced when i was young. this is a simple fact: though people remembered my birthday, they forgot to celebrate it. even my parents.

spring wasn't a good time for us. my dad worked away all summer which meant that he needed all spring to prepare. "i'm taking off sometime in the begining of april. i'll be gone by katy's birthday." if he wasn't gone by the sixth, the sixth day of april was when he left and we would only see him three times until september. i remember the first week of april being sad and chaotic at the same time. the snow would be melted by now and the ground wasn't frozen anymore. everybody had to help clean up the yard, repair the barns, and get the gardens ready for planting. not to mention getting used to the idea that my brother and i were going to be single parented for the next five months. nobody had time to plan a party. even if they did, nobody was in the mood.

when i got older and my dad quit working away for the summer, and my birthday kept falling on easter break. no time for friends or baking cakes because we had to visit my grandparents. this yearly pilgrimage coincided with the celebrations of the death of our lord, jesus christ, and the birth of our patriarch, dr. rev. budd. in order to save time and money, or maybe just to torture me, my grandparents would send my birthday presents along with my christmas presents. so as far as my grandparents were concerned, my birthday was old news and incredibly insignificant when compared to other matters at hand. i guess they figured that celebrating my birthday was my parents' responsibility. we'd celebrate by piling into a car and driving for six hours. so once again my birthday becomes another departure date. "we'll leave around the begining of april. probably on katy's birthday."

and now i'm even older and on my own. i've been thinking of moving out and finding a place by myself this summer. i need to take care of school as soon as possible and without even thinking about it i gave my birthday as a deadline to get everything done. it seems that my birthday has become a way of denoting a passage of time, not by looking back at the years since my birth, but by the events and cycles of the past year. spring is a time for new beginings, a time for movement after the repose of winter. i feel restless, i want to leave. the dust from last year has settled and i am ready to shake it off and start over.

looking on the bright side

having a heated apartment once again was sweet but short lived. whatever artificial intelligence exists in this place decided that the luxury of warmth was a one day event. who knows, maybe it'll turn its self on during the wee hours of the morning. i prefer a trusty pair of sweats, a reliable couple of comforters, and maybe a cute boy to cuddle with once his terms papers are finished.

my brother was arrested! read about it here.

the heating mysteriously decided to start working this morning. now about those holes in the kitchen floor...

simple, small, and fun to be with


You are a Casio Sk-1
-you are a very lo tech toy from the 80's who is
treasured for its sampling capabilities
-you are a nerd
-you are extremly small
-you are a great listener
-you have a simple style and personality
-you are very cheap
-you have a great sense of humor
-you are the most fun to be with


what synthesizer are you?
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the misadventures of apartment dwelling

so the heating is still broken in our apartment. just once i'd like to live in a building that had a reliable system for keeping me from freezing my ass off at night. i've taken to sleeping with sweat pants and a bunny hug with the hood pulled over my head to keep my ears from getting cold. when i wake up in the morning i dress under the covers and i've also been eating oatmeal for breakfast. there were many mornings like this back home in saskatchewan and i thought that i had left these heart warming experiences behind when i moved to the west coast. every morning this past week has been a cold and bitter disapointment but i can't complain because it's all my fault.

i decided to make a big dinner almost two weeks ago. i fried pork chops, boiled rice and tried to steam some vegetables. i had everything timed perfectly so that all the components of the meal would be ready at the same time. everything was ready except for the vegetables. when i checked on the vegetables they were still frozen which was rather odd. so i turned up the heat and simmered the pork chops for another five minutes. after a few miutes went by i noticed a burning smell and when checked on the vegetables again they were still frozen. i thought that maybe the burner wasn't working properly so i took the meat off the stove and used that burner for the vegetables. almost ten minutes go by and i'm wondering what the hell was going on becuase though the vegetables were steaming, they' were still frozen and where was that burning smell coming from? i started to set the table when i realized that i had put the vegetables in the steamer but i had forgotten to add water. so basically i had set a dry pot to boil on high heat for almost half an hour.

i rushed over to the stove and grabbed the pot to put it under cold water in the sink. i didn't realize that the heat had been so intense that it had melted the aluminum layer under the teflon bottom. when i grabbed the pot the molten metal sloshed on to the floor and my feet, instantly burning through my socks. i screamed, dropped the pot in the sink and bolted for the bathroom. my brother, who was also in the kitchen didn't know what just happened and assumed that i was being clumsy again ("probably just dropped a peice of cooked califlower on her foot or something.") so while i'm hollering my head off in the bathroom, he calmly made his way to the sink to salvage what was left of the vegetables meanwhile liquid aluminum is burning holes in the kitchen floor. ("yeah, cooked califlower burns must hurt. what's that smell?") after running cold water on my foot i tear out of the bathroom and make for the kitchen and there's my brother helping himself to dinner. he didn't notice that the vegetables were still frozen or the columns of smoke rising from the smoldering holes in the floor caused by puddles of melted aluminum! maybe he was too hungry? after all dinner was late.

i quickly grabbed the pitcher of water in the fridge and emptied it on the floor. there was smoke and steam everywhere and my brother starts wondering aloud about what's going on. he opened the balcony door to cleat the air and there i am drenched from the knees down in scorched socks staring inquisitively at the floor surrounding the stove and sink branishing an empty brita pitcher. he came and stood next to me to look at an exceptionally large hole by the sink. i half expected to be peering down the hole my accident created into the apartment below and see an angry asian couple glaring up at us. luckily the metal had only burnt through the lenolium. "there goes our security deposit." said my brother.

the next day the radiator decides to stop working. it's happened before. usually a day goes by and the radiator clicks on like nothing has happened. one day went by, then another, a week and so on. nothing. luckily it's starting to get warmer at this time of year but at night its still freezing especially in the bedrooms. so until we can come up with a way to cover these rather unslightly holes, we can't call anybody up here to fix the heating.

check out them horses.

house shorts and saturday pants
(or lack thereof)

my own make-shift spring break started on thursday last week and since then i've been camping out at my boyfriend's house. (his parents are gone for the week on vacation to atlanta. coincidence? no way! we planned this three months ago!) and much to my delight, he's been feeding me most things wholesome and italian (the gummi frogs and cupcakes don't count) including endless hours of mario bros on his old super nintendo. now that's what i call a holiday. all my work for my portfolio is done and i don't have to even think about work for another three days. i haven't had this much fun in a really long time. remember when you were in school and a friend of yours would have a birthday party and sleep over? that what this feels like. staying up late playing video games or watching movies, pigging out on all forms of refined sugar products known to man, and then finally falling asleep with your best friend beside you...

or not, you sick fucks! i know what you were up to, especially at that age.