life after it all

My friends, mostly, tend to be the "try it for a day" people. After a day, they no longer try it. So this extends to blogs. So while Sherrie has tagged me in the 7 things thingy, I do not know 7 people who have blogs to tag.

So what you do is list 7 random things about yourself that people may not know. Heres the rules:
1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
4. Let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

7 random things:

1. I failed first semester chemistry during my Bachelors.  It was a simple equation: I was too busy just not going.  I have no other excuse.

2. I have cried during a university class.  My Masters supervisor chewed me out for not following his instrustions on a paper to the T.  It was my first semester of my Masters and the course was Comparative Politics: Political Development.  The prof: the hateful Dr. Ray.

3. My favourite movie is Closer.  I love the way Clive Owen does what we all want to do: Tell Julia Roberts to Fuck Off and die.

4. I have been in love three times in my life and I don't believe there is only one person for everyone. 

5. I can knit.  Now.

6. I love speaking in front of crowds.  I have no fear of public speaking and I public speak very well.  Award-winning well.

7. I have ridden an Ostrich.  In South Africa.

Ok, so they weren't mind blowing facts.  but there you go.

I'm hungover.  I drank way too much and had way too much bought for me.  I committed myself to going for drinks with Steve in Edmonton and subsequently buying him a drink when I visit friends in Llyodminster.  I opened a bottle of red wine at 2am.  I did yoga.  There were pictures of boobs.  I think I randomly texted people.  I got home and randomly did "stupid Rian" things on facebook and msn.  all in all, it was a good night.  But I'm hungover.

At least I'm not Dani.  who had to work at 930am.  Hee hee!!

It may be at Kathy's or it may be in the back seat of a cab.  Either way . . . I am cell-less.  And its killing me.  And I don't even use it that much.  Just for Texts and stuff.  But the thought that I might have lost it for good - and therefore having lost the 2G memory card - is making me sad.  I really hope Kathy has it.

So last night was a blast.  If I lost my cell, then it must have been a blast.  I didn't roll home until after 2am (which is late for me).  I didn't spend my evening hitting on men (no offense to the men there, there wasn't anyone worth hitting on).  But I laughed my friggin ass off with a very old friend who was home for the holidays.  I knew he was coming, but I couldn't say anything because I was hiding it form Kathy.  And she was so surprised Michael was there!!!  We talked late into the night about the old days. 

And Erin.  Not Erin Sharpe, who was as pleasant and great as ever, but Erin Power, Kathys cousin, made me roar.  And who were those friggin guys there who knew my cousins Les and Jeff? 

Good times had by all.

Except for the cell.  Where the hell is my cell?!

And the Kilbride Facelift is when you wear your hair so tight in a pony tail that you look like you had a facelift.

My best moments always happen after 5 beers.  That 6th one - well, I just became silent after that one.  I'm not so funny after 6.

I think Xmas strips people of their common sense. Between my co-workers acting like 10 year olds to my friends assuming WAY to much, my life today appears to be upside down and inside out. I feel like I'm the only one who still has their head on straight today.

I'm still livid with Alberta Justice. I'm not using my "new found awareness" to not let it get to me. But who am I kidding? I think I threw out my new awareness the minute the asshole changed his mind for the 4th time. I'm passing in the forms for my criminal record check today and I don't expect it back until at least Jan 4th. Its going to be a long, long 2 weeks.

Tomorrow is Kathys annual Tibbs Eve party. Its always a good time. And hopefully more so than usual for me this year. I finally have no boyfriend to think about. I actually thought about it this year. I've never been to one of Kathy's Tibbs Eve partys without having either a boyfriend or the asshole acting like a boyfriend. I may have to work at 12 the next day, I'm ready for a rocking night full of "I sooooo don't care" and "hello stranger!" Ok ok. So thats what my alter ego, Kate, would like to do. the reality is that I'm more likely to spend the night talking to Erin and surprisining Yves with my incredibly inproper description of how excited I get by certain aspects of technology. Poor Poor Yves. He will never look at a dvd burner the same way again.

And today I've been fighting the urge to say something to someone.   To say it to someone would mean I would be doing a complete 180degree turn from the "marching forward" direction I've been taking.  But I'm an aries.  And I have a strong habit of acting first and thinking later.  So think of this as me thinking first.  Nothing i have to say is news to the people involved, but I feel a very strong urge to say it out of principle.  I even have the urge to involve a 2nd party who might not know what the first party was doing/saying he was going to do with reference to the second party.  And in all honesty, my feelings towards the second party are absolute hatred and I blame her sorry, slutty ass for a whole lot of trouble in my life over the past 4 years.  So really, the effect of what I want to say is to hurt two parties, rather than just one.

Ok, so that was me thinking outloud.  My desire to stoop to take the low road is fading.  He can involve himself in her again, but we all know where that road will lead.....again.

I feel a strong urge to warn women of the world . . .  .

I'm in an agry mood.  Maybe I'm best left alone.