Z SoccerChic9: January 2005
Monday, January 31, 2005
I researched schools this weekend, maybe now the mailman is going to think I am smart cause Harvard, Yale and Patrick Henry brochures will be coming. Whooo, it's all very exciting. Not that I am definately going to go to these schools, but I am thinking of doing my Law Clerk after I finish here at Mohawk. Not 100% sold on this idea yet, but it is looking enticing. It's a two year course, though many law offices will pay for this, and if I wanted - Niagara has a cram course in which you can get your Law Clerk degree in four months. I figure that could be kinda fun, living in Niagara for a short period of time in which I also claim a degree!!

I love new possibilities, makes me excited, and this weather is great - reminds me of Spring and makes me happy:) I know, I think I am on drugs or something - a little loopy methinks.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Perhaps it is the passing away of someone who is dear to you, that causes you to stop and think about your life. Maybe it is the long cold days, or life in general. Whatever it is, I have stopped and looked at my life, and somehow come away with a bad taste in my mouth. Sure there are the high points, in which you climbed mountains for many days and when you finally stopped to take a breath, the view was a million times better then you imagined. But somehow there seems to be so many shallow points in which you attained nothing more then being stagnent water.

Stagnent water is what I feel like at the moment. Like my life is directionless, and I really dislike that feeling. Perhaps I am an over-achiever - though I highly doubt this:) There are a million things I want to do with my life, yet here I am at 18 and I've barely scratched the surface. An unsettling thought when I don't have much life ahead of me. Perhaps the answer is more motivation or maybe it's determiness, maybe focus, eating more bread, creating goals and living them out, not drinking milk, or some other remedy.

Whatever it is, I have to discover it and master it. Until then, I look for ways to ripple the pond of stagnent water.
Monday, January 24, 2005

Originally uploaded by vamipre9.
Saturday, January 22, 2005 - My grandfather became the happiest man ever. He has left us to go on to a better place. Though I miss him greatly - I know I will see him again. Soon.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
I am sitting here, at the back of the library in my favourite spot - where no one can see me, but I can see all. Sometimes, as I type, I wonder to myself - what is happening in the lives around me. I see many different faces here, and today I see his.

He slunk in more then walked, as if some giant weight was on his shoulders causing him to slouch into the soles of his shoes. Dartingly he looked around before choosing a computer within the fray. He was observing, quick looks around the room, searching for something, yet I was unable to determine what that something was.

To the common observer, he blends in - just another student at another computer, chatting on msn or "studying". But if you were to search deeper there was something intriguing. Like that mystery you never really could figure out.

And in a brief moment - at the most unexpected time, when I was observing and he was darting, our eyes met. In a brief glimpse I saw his soul, and we both knew.

He took off running, knocking students to the ground, haste making him careless and my footsteps behind him making him faster.
for which I am glad. This week has been on the interesting side. Life is keeping me busy - which is good cause then I won't get into trouble right:)

I recieved my first test back today = 100%. So, I guess that is a good way to start off the semester - hopefully it continues!! I am looking forward to being done - getting a job, making lots of money and travelling - hey I can dream can't I?
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
I laugh at people who are so sure of everything and live in a world painted with black and white. It's funny to me how everything makes perfect sense to them and how they freak out when you disagree and just can't seem to see their argument and so they say "Like come on, it is so perfectly clear what is your problem". I think they all should live in condo's with white walls and black floors and revel in how they know everything is right and they always have an answer. In fact, while they are at it, why don't they wear zebra striped socks and pin striped suits - then when we see them coming we will know it is them and run scared and amok into our coloured homes:)
So, you want to date my daughter?"

There are only ten simple rules:

Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, In order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like change the oil in my car?

Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy outside of Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car. There is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
I just finished a test - no clue how I did really - sometimes one never knows.

It was cold this morning - -30 with the windchill they tell me - and it definately felt like that walking across the never ending parking lot with my teeth chattering until they froze together - I am still unable to speak and it is a few hours later:).

It's my long day today - mostly due to the four hour break I have right smack in the middle of it but that's okay cause I will be working on my homework during that time cause I have to work tonight! It's a good plan really - especially when it is lived out!

I am like a dry sponge - nothing to say - sorry - I know you are all disapointed:)
Monday, January 17, 2005
all those of you who were worried cause you aren't married, and don't want to be right now, but you still want children - there is hope. Today a 66 year old woman delivered a baby girl. She, the old woman, is the oldest woman to deliver a baby. So, hopefully this calms all your fears about not having a family right now....there still is lots of time apparently:)

....excuse me while I go vomit for a moment while worrying that my grandmother might just inform me any day now that she is expecting.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
I realized that I don't really have anything to write about - sad huh. It's almost sad enough to make me resort to commenting on Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston's marriage - almost, but not quite.

My Family Law teacher claims that after her class, marriage stats go down drasticly. She has some pretty good horror stories of marriage - enough to make even the bravest girl cry and swear never to look at another guy:)

On a less depressing note - school is going well. I have my first test tomorrow - whooo, okay, I am not quite that excited. My schedule is a lot better then last semester - making me thankful!

Sad news - I have become addicted to life - scary huh.
Saturday, January 08, 2005
According to Family Law -

A man may not marry his:

1. Grandmother
2. Mother
3. Daughter
4. Sister
5. Granddaughter

A woman may not marry her:

1. Grandfather
2. Father
3. Son
4. Brother
5. Grandson

So, I guess you are going to have to cancel that wedding you had set up with your grandmother ----grosssss.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
During the three weeks off - it had become a monster. The symbol that signified torture and loss of freedom. The worst part was - it just kept growing - until I finally had to confront it, in all it's horribility. So, I did this morning. I got up the courage and headed off, only to discover that nothing had really changed.

The same ugly blue lockers lined the hallways (thank goodness they didn't cut my lock:), the same couple stood against the locker across from mine, making out (makes me wonder if they missed their Christmas break - they did look kinda thinner than normal:), the library hadn't disapeared (whew - I even snagged my favourite computer against the back wall), most of my classmates hadn't died or done something drastic over the holidays, my teachers seemed almost chipper, and I actually don't mind my schedule.

It's a new semester - learn lots and don't stress out people:)
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