I FORGOT ANOTHER ONE
Mood: Sore
MSN Name: Fucking Penguin Game

My back hurts.. so does my stomach. That royally sucks.

The other really funny thing, once again, probably only to me, was that we were playing Trivial Pursuit and someone was reading the card and said "mono-gamous" as opposed to monogamous. It's funny that sometimes we're so engrossed in science, or the concept is so foreign, that normal words seem totally strange.

I FORGOT ONE
Mood: Happy
MSN Name: Fucking Penguin Game

I forgot the best quote from the weekend. It came out of my bitching about how Jewel fuckin yodels all the time, but instead, I said "fuckle yodels" all the time. This was then coopted to become "fuckling: the combination of fucking and cuddling."

And grr, India called *again.*

SUCK IT, BABY!
Mood: Hopeful
MSN Name: Trailhead

OK, so I just got another call from Bombay, or Mumbai, or one of those fine cities that likes to call us and ask about long distance services and I spent five minutes trying to make him agree to delist us from their annoying calls.

"I get these calls daily!" said Moi.
He said "so you don't want to switch? Are you the authorized decision-maker?"
"Yes, I am." I responded.
"So you don't want to be called again?"
"No, thank you!"

Strangely, I *still* won't want cheaper rates to India (which we don't call, ever!) tomorrow, or the next day either. I'm weird like that. Biznatch.

PROTEST IS OVER
Mood: Chill
MSN Name: Trailhead

Thanks to Mitch the short-lived protest is over. And, I now have clean clothes. Both quite exciting. Shake it like a Polaroid picture!

BLOG-PROTEST
Mood: Disappointed
MSN Name: Gooooo Nedelec!

Alrighty, no one's still signed my guestbook. Either no one reads this, or you're all being punks and not letting me know you read this.. either way I think I'm going to instigate a blog-free period for me until someone, anyone, signs it.

I NEED TO STOP GETTING TRASHED SO MUCH
Mood: Tired
MSN Name: Gooooo Nedelec!

So, I went up North for four days. Nine hours and 700 kilometers north in Quebec, to be exact. To a little town called Nedelec, population: 450. I had a fantastic time, we walked on a lake (basically to the middle) in such ridiculous quiteness that you could hear a pin drop. I tried to pick up a couple of snowmobilers while we were walking, but failed miserably. We went bowling - a hybrid of ten-pin pins and five-pin balls, four lanes with a guy doing the scoring for us. Now, I must report to you priceless quotes that probably only I will find funny.

"Whatever man, road head is road head!"
"Apparantly, insulin is thicker than heroin."
"I've been working hard all week, I deserve to get fucked hard!"
"I wanna be clogged!"

That will be all in the portion of the evening I like to call, "things only I find funny".

I also got to do some thinking, quite a bit of it actually, along with some writing in my journal, and it's been *far* too long since I last did that. I noticed one of my favourite quotes when I was reading that, from the Velveteen Rabbit: "Once you are real you can't be ugly except to people who don't understand." So true, so so true. The things we learn as children and then need to relearn as society taints us. Alrighty, nuff of that. Have a great night!

GERTS
Mood: WTF?
MSN Name: One more day...

So, the logical thing to do when you have a term paper due the next day is show up at Gerts at around 4:00 and stay there until 9ish. Right? It has to be, because that's what I did. Oops! Then I decided to help a friend study German. Why do I have no motivation? Whoever stole it is going to get my foot in their ass. So on the metro home, I realized that I really don't have *that* much time tomorrow, and that I should make an outline. So I did. Now I'm typing an introduction, and tomorrow I will write a superspeed paper. Meh, it's only 15%. Geez, stupid people. But I greatly enjoy "Bruce," the guy who looked like he was gonna have a heart attack because I didn't know who he was, and who felt really strange because no one actually has assignments after "reading week", they're all done beforehand.

GUESTBOOK
Mood: Really Tired
MSN Name: Nope. My penis is big enough, thanks!

Ok, now I'm realllly tired, but I have a guestbook. Eww. So, I know there are people who read this that I don't know about. I'd like to know who you are. You can publicly sign my guestbook, but I also enabled private entries, if you dont want the world to know who you are, I'd still like to :D So go do it.

I'm going to bed, I have to get up at 8.

READING WEEK
Mood: Tired
MSN Name: Nope. My penis is big enough, thanks!

Is tired a mood? Oh well, it is now. I need to STOP reading blogs and wasting my time, and do something productive with my life. Oh yeah, I lack motivation. God, that really won't be good for my GPA.

I'm excited. I'm going away for part of reading week, up to Northern Quebec with a friend and a couple other people, and man do I need it. As much as I love Montreal, I'm ready for a break. I have a "term paper" (worth 15% - I don't know how that works) due Friday, and come Saturday I'll be gone for a few days. I can't wait.

Also, where be the blogs, doods? They are not being updated and it makes me sad inside. Know what else makes me sad inside? Children. Oh man. I got a funny story for you. OK, truth be told, it will be funny to no one but me. And possibly a couple others. I was in a video store, and this kid almost fell down the stairs. It's (I've been told) a horrible thing to say, but it was one of the funniest things I've ever seen. Know what would have made it a better story though? If the almost wasn't there.

AND THE RACE IS ON
Mood: Mellow
MSN Name: Hi!

What's funnier than Mia vs. Brianna for SSMU Pres? Oh yeah, The Standard Deviant for AUS Prez. Jeez, that makes me wanna cry. I know, he has a lot of support. Why, I do not know, but don't yell at me just 'cuz he's a friend. Unless you give me good reason, aka he has had a total change of heart and realized why the things he said were horrible to say, let alone publish in a school newspaper. (For Mia vs. Brianna: I mean comparitively, I'm not anti-Brianna. Nuff said.)

OH THE DRAMA
Mood: Kinda drunk
MSN Name: Do you have the time to listen to me whine? - Greenday

Drama among people interested (or not) in one another always makes me sad. I just wish they could overcome it and be happy. YAY happy!

LOL
Mood: Spacey
MSN Name: Aibohphobia: the irrational fear of palindomes

Quote from stage directions in The Good Woman of Setzuan:
"He shows how he can handle his pole with his left hand alone."

I'm deeply immature, and amused

YAY!
Mood: Happy
MSN Name: I did *not* just sleep all day.

Yay! I refound the End of the World cartoon! It's here. I'm constantly amused by it. WTF, mate?

IT'S IMPRESSIVE WHAT I CAN DO IN MY SLEEP
Mood: Shocked
MSN Name: I did *not* just sleep all day.

This entry will be short. The basic point is: my MSN name is a lie, clearly, and I somehow managed to go to bed at 1:30 with my alarm set for 10:30, and sleep until 4:30. That's a ridiculous amount of sleep. Now I have to go to a meeting! LOL

GENDER IS A CONSTRUCT. I AM NOT.
Mood: Friggin pissed
MSN Name: BUTTERFLIES!

*Disclaimer: This is a gender rant. If you are uninterested, don't read it. As I said above, I'm angry.*
OK. So, here's the thing. Historically, I have tried to be sensitive to ignorance and realize it really is just a lack of knowledge. More and more, I'm starting to be less forgiving. For example, today, I present to you: the good, the bad, and the ugly. I have had more fights than I would like to count over the past month (though, to be fair, they were interspersed with occasionally useful conversations) about gender: as a construct, it's usage, fair application, inclusionary and exclusionary criteria, gender vs. sex, and so on. I've come to feel that we've gotten so far off the pathway of usefulness by trying to figure out how exactly to work with gender that we've missed the point. While there is value in talking about theories, the application of gender applies to real world scenarios, and affects real people. Yes, I'm talking about trans people, and yes, I'm talking about everyone else just as much. Each and every one of us lives a gendered existence and I'm so sick and friggin tired of hearing otherwise. We live in a society where the concept is constantly employed, whether we are conscious of it or if it slips us by. The amount of ignorance that I sense is driving me ballistic.

I wish that when people would start to ask questions (which is good), and think about things (which is also very good), that they would stop putting them in this holier-than-thou, intellectualist, othering conceptualization and realize that this is not useful, nor is it practical (for what use is examining something that, in the form in which it's being conceptualized, does not apply to anything?) Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that we need to abolish gender and live our lives in peace. Ok, I am, but I'm not saying it to threaten notions of gender that people hold near & dear to.

This is a touchy subject. I'm not doubting that. I'm just angry. Especially when I repeatedly hear groups suffering from a variety of institutional oppressions discussing subjects in the *exact* same way people discuss them, though they hate it when it happens to them.

So, after this rant, what is it I'm trying to say? Well, I'm just saying that people are people, human beings, with feelings, with thoughts, with emotions, and with other points of view to boot. We fear the unknown. Gender is not something that needs to be so unknown. We can stop fearing. It could be fun, we could have a party! (I'll bring the spinach dip. Yes, it's now a potluck. OK, it can also be a shindig. I need to stop quoting Buffy.)

I'm sorry if this makes no sense, and I'm sorry if you read it for no reason, but I'm not sorry I'm angry.

- Peace.

IT'S GOOD TO HAND IN PAPERS
Mood: Quite content
MSN Name inapplicable due to MSN not working

I had a really good night. I also have a paper to write, but it'll only be one day late, and I'm a master at watching my time pass me by. I don't have class that I have to attend tomorrow, so that's good. I can finish it up right good and hand it in with only a small penalty. The exam I think I failed today might pose a bigger problem. The final-semester motivation lack that everyone goes through (almost) is reallly hitting me, and I've forgotten that I'm in school for a reason. I'm considerably more happy than I was last week, however, which is a fantastic turn of events.

STILL M.I.A.
Mood: still chillax
MSN Name: Deslauriers makes me sooooo happy. (still)

OK, it's two seconds later. I just wrote that blog and went back and changed it. BUT. I only did this, and ever do, because I forgot the dots in M.I.A. and I didn't link to Friendster. Those kinds of changes are, of course, acceptable. :D

MY SUPEREGO IS M.I.A.
Mood: Chillax
MSN Name: Deslauriers makes me sooooo happy

First off, Microsoft is dumb.

Secondly, Pasha & I just had the most unproductive night, possibly in the history of study nights. Thomson House Party this Saturday. It's the place to be, so be there.

I've been thinking about all this supposed blog non-editing. Yeah, once you post, don't go back and change them. That, we've established. What I find funny is that we all censor them. You know who does, or could, read your blog, and exactly how much inference people can make from crypticness is complex, so we often censor before posting. I'm not sure how different these are, and sure, we all wish (on some level) that we didn't have to censor, but it doesn't work that way, so cryptic messages are left. *sigh* It can, also, be a good way to send subtle hints to people though, which is advantageous in certain ways. I think you all know what I mean.

Also, anyone who does use Friendster that I don't have, look me up.

FABULOUS NIGHT
Mood: Tired
MSN Name: Oh go ahead, be fooled by the rocks that I got

OK, I decided that I cannot have two posts in a row about drinking, so now that there's a mini-post in between, I feel that it's justifiable. I went to dinner yesterday night with Stefa to this Pasta place near school and it was yummy, but the more amusing part was the waitress. We walked in, and she asked if we wanted to eat. I said that's the plan, and then, by the end of the night, decided that she should be my personal chef when *she* gets rich, because clearly I won't ever be able to afford it. That was fun, and very my style.

Then, off to QM exec meeting I went. It was frustrating and we all wanted it to go away, so then, as tradition goes, we went to Gert's. For a couple hours. With about a pitcher each consumed. Then we went to the village for another several hours. And more drinking. So, a bunch of us were out 'til 2ish playing pool and drinking, and then a few of us went back to crash for the next 10 hours or so, blissfully sleeping through classes. Then Michelle made me the best breakfast ever.. mmm.. food after much much drinking and wondrous sleep. Good times and good friends made for a night of exactly what I needed. Oh yeah, and, Bobby's one of my favourite people ever.

SAFI IS A FUNNY MAN
Mood: Chill
MSN Name: And the Canadians say: "The groundhog saw his shadow: ONLY 6 more weeks of winter?!!"

OK, so, we're sitting in the office yesterday and there's a huge pile of like.. 20 boxes of chocolates shaped like vaginas towering in QM. So, then Safi looks at it and goes: "That's an impressive stack of boxes!" The GREAT part about this sentence is that he said it so innocently. For those of you who don't get it, you're also too innocent.