This is what your grandpa does when you're not around...

I had an intence gag reflex for this...these guys take it off for charity..if you ask me putting it on would be the best form of charity... they are the forever young dancers! these hot prunes have their own site too http://foreveryoungdancers.com/, I think you should go. I think one of those guys might be my 5th grade gym teacher...*shudder*

I was cleaning out my closets and I found my ex...

I never really realized how much clothes I have, I think I could a different outfit ever day (that includes shoes) for like two months and not wear the same thing twice. that may even include changing for night wear. So i'm cleaning out my closets. But not really because I'm still keeping everything just moving it to a bin under my bed. I just bought a new groggy sweater, that's more like a fall jacket then anything else. It's so warm and was only 15$ from Winners...I love that store! It's like a cheap girls heaven!

I even like the colors. I have plenty of black sweaters, but none like that one. But then again, I would say something like that to justify me owning it.

These shoes I found again after not know where they were for almost two years, they were under my bed. Thing is I've never worn them. I bought them from H&M years ago and didn't like them as much as I did in the store by time I got them home. They are cute, just not really what I wanted. I bought them because they were on sale not because I actually planed on wearing them...which is probably why I have so much shit. I am going to give them to Raymi if she wants them. Or anyone else if they want them. They are a size 9...yes I have big feet. My friends aren't really hightop kind of people. I think they are so cute....just haven't worn them. and now I have a billion shoes and probabl will never wear them. which is sad.

I have a cardign addiction. that is the same style in three different colors. I think I should join a group. Cardigns Anonimous or something. "My name is Odett and I'm addicted to Cardigns." I think there's a shoppers anonimous...but I would miss all the meetings because I'd be to busy trying to buy an outfit that made me look like I was ready to stop shopping...

In other news my ex boyfriend (josh) sent me an email for my birthday, I may have mentioned it...or not. But we started talking again, and I told him I was single...which turn out to be not such a great idea. I figured since he lived far enough away that sort of information wouldn't really matter to him, apparently I was wrong. He told me he wanted to get back together and that he hasn't stopped thinking about since we broke up (5 years ago). Now I may or may not have changed much in that time, but I dont know if I would date him again. I mean there was a reason we broke up in the first place...but I dont want to say that I don't want to talk to him because I do, he's a good person to have as a friend...but I know he's a pretty alright boyfriend...yeah just alright. But in his defence, he could have changed his stubborn ways and would make an awsome boyfriend now....but I dont know...and I dont know if I want to find out. I've made my self a strict outline as to which guys I will date, and the main thing is they have to be busy! I don't like being bothered all day by text messages and phone calls. I have things to do and I would really like it if he did do. Josh has never really been the busy type. Anyway, that's it for now...maybe more later...

Busy as a fox...

York has decided to steal my pride. I dropped a class and have 6 take home exams due, now it would feel like it would be easier to do a take home exam...but no. Not when you live in Distraction-ville like I do. I couldn't do it in my room, as my room is a fuckin' pig sty, couldn't do it in my mom's room; her bed is to comfortable. so I sat in the hall on the wood floor and did it there...

I really need to get out of university....

13 year old father; What the fuck?

I decided to be more involved in shit. So, I'm going to do my best to get a good "what the fuck?" in at least once a week. So for what should be a wonderfully unlucky friday; I read this morning about a charming 13 year old boy and his 15 year old slag who just popped out a bundle of joy. The kids voice hasn't even broken yet!?I'm surprised his nads have even dropped far enough down to allow for baby-making juice! He can't even legally drive and yet somehow someone thought it was a good idea to tell him how to make babies...I say that 15 year old had alot of to do with it. My mother always warned me about girls like her...well she didn't really warn me but if she knew about it before hand she would have! I feel like that Juno movie will be blamed for this...which is ashame I liked that movie.
(picture from http://dlisted.com/) Now I failed Biology in grade 11 but Life Science was no different. How the fuck did that kid, he just barely makes 4 feet, gather up enough juice to make a baby? I can't even make waffles?! If you want to read all about this debocal you can go to the sun uk site: http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece; I don't know about you but I personally have an issue with it. I guess kids can have kids, biologically they seem to be quite able too... and who knows, that boy (cuz that's what he is) could be the worlds best father and get one of those cups with the big #1 on it and a macaroni tie! But just in case someone should keep child services on speed dial....

Dating for Dummies Pt2

So, saturday I went on a date with this guy named Migel; he was....Nice....kind of shy and had alot of really good qualities, there was really only one problem. He looked, acted and kind of smelled like my ex boyfriend. His hair, the way he lit his smoke, the way he eat (we went to brunch) the fact that he finds it okay to have a rum and coke before 5pm, all reminded me of Matt. Don't get me wrong there's nothing wrong with drinking before 5, I mean it's 5o'clock some place, right? But in reality, if I wanted to date Matt again, I would. Which I don't...or at least I don't think I do. To tell you the truth I haven't really thought about it. As a matter of fact I do my best not to think about it at all.

A while back I went on a date with this guy..uh...Sebatian....he didnt work out. When we got there, mind you he took me to Pizza Hut which already made me kind of pissed as I'm lactose intolerant which I told him ahead of time, then when I get there (having decided to drive myself) He asks me who's going to pay...now I'm not to particular about who pays for what, I generally feel that if I wanted to pay for myself I would take myself to some place where I could eat the fucking food. He ended up paying, I had a salad. Now correct me if i'm wrong, and feel free to be honest with me, but if someone asks you out who pays? I mean I go on basic first date rules... Thee who asks Pays....If I asked him out then I would pay...seeing as how I didnt do that...I didnt feel I should have too.....was I wrong?


I think I'm just going to give up on dating all together...I'm just going to buy a cat and call it even. I'm waving the white flag on this one.

spandex groupie language for naked heavy people

I love fridge word magnets. I was at my friends house and was messing around with them...you cant's see all of them but I took pictures of some of them...the one that made me laugh the most was "spandex groupie language for naked heavy people" the word people got cut off in the picture, but I thought it was funny. I think everyone should have these things on their fridge; I mean really, why else do I go to see people if not to play with the amusing little nic-nacks they have on their fridges?!

We then spent 2 hours making home fries because I wanted fries and we didnt want to leave the house because it was sooooooo cold out. But in my defence they were fucking good and not as salty as McDonalds. So all in all i'd say it was good times....

yumm.

Selling souls to the fashion gods, my lord I have an addiction

I had a little time on my hands (as well as money) so I went to the mall, which was a bad move in it's self. I have a serious shopping addiction. I used to think it was just lack of will power for cheap stuff, but no. It is a full blown addiction. There is something wrong with me I swear! I was in winners, (again another poor choice of judgement) and I say this bag:

Unfortunatly, I already knew Winners had these bags. The first time I spotted it, it was 88$ or aleast that's what the tag said the winners price was 49.99$ which in my books is still to much for a bag! But as luck would have it, this day that I had money was the day that this bag was 26$. I resisted, if only for a short while, and made it back to my car before I gave in went back and bought it. I dont have anything that colour. But I'm sure I will have no issues carrying it regardless. It was agood price, but now i'm broke. I have a serious problem. Then I realized that I need to shoes for work just because I was tired of wearing my boots while i was there, and I found these:

In my defence they were only 5$! however, I ended up leaving without getting shoes to wear to work. So whatever small victory was gainned from these shows was lost at the fact that I have to wair till next week friday (pay day) till I can buy the shoes I want which may not be on sale by time I get there, or (like so many other things in my shopping life) may not come in my size.

I really need to stop spending. I'm going to see that movie Confessions of a shopaholic...I think I could really identify with the character.

...And then I remembered why I don't come to this class.

So, I'm sitting in my philosophy class with mixed feelings about being back. A part of me is quite glad to be back but another part of me is a little pissed off about having wasted 3 months sitting on my ass trying to teach myself shit I didnt know to begin with. I think York is that feeling you get just before you puke. That weird bitter taste in your mouth that forces you to spit and gag...yeah that right there...that's york. What makes it worse is that I paid for it. I paid my hard earned dollers to leave this place every day with the taste of bile in my mouth.

good times.


I'm just a little bitter right now. Perhaps there will be a happier post later...anything will be better then this...I need a coffee. >___<