yeah i've got pictures to post and things to say and many peeps to thank and i'll do that all in a ridiculously long post for you but in order to enjoy the full experience of the week that is my week, i suggest that you fire up the limewire or hit up your local spanish musica cd shop and pick up a copy of SBS's mueve la colita. Then when you're done that, hit up the LCBO, pick up some Habana club rum, toss it together with some OJ and grenadine to make a Havana special. And if u've managed to accomplish both of those feats, replace all your lightbulbs with 400 watt burners and turn up the thermostat to 28 degrees celsius. When you've done all three, it'll be just like you're there yourself! But alas, i will include a teaser pic cause i'm like that.
very necessary poser picture courtesy of one peter bronze owen
but if that didn't do it for you, here's a solo pic courtesy of our very own jtran. Teaser pic to the very essence of the worddddd. To warn you, it's actually quite the "spicy" pic so i'm going to press the spacebar a lot now so that the pic won't actually load fully on your screen unless you scroll down a bit just in case you're at work or at the library. Remember, you have been warned! Peas for now!
>not quite there yet
>> just a bit more....
>>> keep it coming...
Bingo! Jtran in all of his uncovered unadultered glory!
now a message for all the haters out there: Stop hating. M.K.'s been through a lot this past week and I'm sure she wouldn't appreciate... WE wouldn't appreciate her good name being tossed out with trash. So I beseech you. If you have something negative to say about M.K. just remember that she can skate well and you can't. She can proudly call herself an Olympian and you can't. She's won countless medals in countless competitions and you haven't. So don't hate. Appreciate. She's invited us on a magical journey this past decade in an exploration of beauty, art, and form. Instead of throwing hate and slander, we need to be hurling bouquets of love and sincere appreciation in her direction for the wonderful show, the dizzying but beautiful adventure of ups and downs, and all arounds that is michelle kwan's skating career. Besides, I'm taking down tabs of who's hating and on our wedding day, haters will be left out in the cold. Yep. You'll just have to drop off the china set and the fondu set with the bouncer at the door and get on with your merry way. But anyways, in celebration of the journey that is m.k., a video montage with a coincidentally appropriate tune for this exchange running in the background to soften your calloused hearts. Raindrops will fall suckers. Oh they'll fall.
And if that didn't do it for you, you need to get your eyes checked and schedule a heart transplant for that lump of coal you call a heart that sits inside your ribcage. Peas to the lovers. I wish NO PEAS to the haters.
yeah man. on the real, whenever thursday night comes around i know i'm screwed for friday's 8:30 seminar cause in the back of my mind i'll be counting down the hours of how much sleep i have left. And here we have again one of those sad nights. But it was nice at around 12 (yep, i went to bed at 11:30 in hopes that i would just "will" myself to sleep, but to no avail) cause yeah at 12 a car/truck/the sugerhill gang themselves pulled right outside my window and was blasting the full 8-9 minute version of rapper's delight at window-shaking decibels... and you can't hate that because that song is so participatory. The beat's infectious, and when you hear that bass line, you can't help but sing along to the booogety beat. But once the song was over, it was back to trying to get to sleep.... which i think i did for 4 hours and was just dreaming of trying to get to sleep (which makes for the worst dreamsever). But apparently i'm awake now and i mean fully awake, which means by the time 8:30 rolls around, i'll be a walking corpse, but meh, might as well live for the present. But the possiblity has also hit me that the words i'm typing right now are all going down in my dream and none of this is real. Which would also make for another crappy dream, like the one i apparently just had about trying to get to sleep in the first place. But whenever the brain's running wild like this i get caught up on some serious thinking on the serious "what if" tip. Like the ever so popular "what if everything i'm doing right now which i think is right, is actually wrong?": which is actually good cause it makes u rethink what you're doing... which inevitable leads for me to the: "what if my picture of what christian living today is totally wrong or out of touch with reality?", which is another good one to throw out there. Why my brain gets so hyperactive when it's supposed to go on sleep-mode is beyond me. Maybe i should switch it up. Since i'm so tired during the day and awake at night, maybe i should live like a bat?
Bleh. Had a reallly good thereupeutic scratching session with hiphopanon today which is good, followed by a really good thereupetic prayer session with the cell group which is also good. Now I'm looking forward to a good thereuptic sleep session before the dreaded sun comes up and fries my vampire skin. Blllleehhh!
why am i looking for pictures of vampires at 6:07 in the AM? I need some chlorform bad right now.
where's the worst possible place that you could lose a book? In stauffeur library. sigh. If anyone's seen a SOCY 476 courseware package let me know. thanks!
I look younger in black and white shots. And a lot more white. But then again it is a black and white shot so that comes as no surprise
so yeah, after a killlller workout with eric and pete, we ran into matt on his way to an innertube waterpolo match at 9:30. Wasn't planning on going initially but after last week of playing for the first time, i decided to say, "screw being sore. If it's innertube waterpolo i want more!" (well i didn't actually say that at the time cause i'm not that clever with the rhyming on the spot, but i was thinking along those lines). So i followed matt out to the pool and we played. But i must say, i have improved drastically from my last outing. Whereas it took me a good 15 minutes to get into the innertube (thus holding up the match from beginning), i cut down the time by a good... oh 30 seconds... and badaboom that match was on. But honestly, there was no real good flow to the game since there were too many stoppages of play... on account for the other team scoring so frequently haha. But of all the different sports i've played, i gotta say that really sucking at this one has gotta be the best on account for the whole team not being all that great (with the exception of james fong who is a machine... which probably frustrates him but he doesn't show it). That and the fact that the game itself is so ridiculous. I mean waterpolo on its own sounds a little suspect. Putting people in inflatable tubes is the cherry on top. How 2-man luge is considered to be an olympic sport and not this is beyond me. But innertube waterpolo definitely is a reason to come back to the pool (after years of childhood trauma with swimming lessons taught by nazi cows). Peas
today in kingston it rained pretty hard and we had a wind warning in our area from the weathernetwork. But that behemoth of an umbrella, despite much bending and twisting with the different flows of the wind held its ground and i am now home. And I am dry. Like this post.
what's playing in the ipizod: amerie ft. camron: why don't we fall in love remix
why that's playing in the ipizod:Cam: why don't we just slow down a bit, hit the town and split, you dealing with killa that means you dealing with killas my clique is bananas the team is gorillas, holla! ~lady lyrics aside that line from Killa Cam is fiyahhhhhh!
why is that song getting replay status on the ipizod: it's a beautiful song. Beautiful produced beat. Beautiful lyrics. Cam complements well. When you hear something good u know it's from God. Altho amerie and cam might not recognize it, that's the all living God's creativity at work.
You hear God in your ipizod?: most definitely and it's not only when i'm listening to gospel. God inspiration is everywhere. When artists recognize this tho, then maybe you can hear God better. See God better.
