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Well - in order to waste time at work yesterday (and for the days to come) I registered for an account on the musicbanter.com forums. They’re serving their purpose quite well.

My co-worker and I chatted about random current events, hockey, and the new and upcoming movies “Where in the world is Osama Bin Laden?” by the guy who brought to us “Super Size Me”, and “Wall-E” a new Pixar movie I absolutely have to see. That little robot brings tears to my eyes he’s so damn cute. I want one. This girl is pretty fun to work with. I quite enjoy her a lot. She’s a very busy lady (with school, sports, her man, work, etc) and she’s actually very admirable. I try to stay away from becoming really chummy with my co-workers, but it’s pretty hard at this place. Everyone’s - well, a lot like me. That’s probably why I was hired.

This post actually has nothing to do with space cars. 

Friday5.org:

1. Among your acquaintances, who’s the best screamer?
   I can’t be sure answering this question, I might have to say Rody Walker from Protest The Hero. Otherwise I’ll stick to locally, maybe someone I know whom is in a band. No, I’ll stick with Rody, even though he’s one of the biggest assholes that has ever graced my life.
2. When was the last time you had to shout in order to be heard?
   It happens a lot in this household when everyone starts to get rowdy. You end up having to shout overtop of everyone else. I had to to it last night in order to help explain the rules of a game we were playing, Dread Pirate.
3. When was the last time you cheered for anything?
   Recently, most likely. I’m going to say Raccoon’s band performance, as it was the last show I attended and my friend was onstage singing. So, I cheered them on.
4. Whom did you last yell at?
   My boyfriend, and I feel bad for it. It was a while ago. I also yelled at my father for being inconsiderate.
5. When did you last lose your voice, or at least find yourself hoarse?
   This morning.

Livejournal’s Friday Five:

1. If you had the ability to legally change your name, would you? To what?
   If I could change my name I would probably change it to something weird, like Hannah Strange.
2. What do you with with change that you receive from banks/purchases/find on the ground?
   It all starts to accumulate in my wallet, in the bottom of my purse, and on top of my dressers and on my bedroom floor.
3. If you could travel back in time to change the course of one historical event, what event would it be?
   My mother’s death. I would make it so that she died in her sleep at a very old age, and never had to experience Rhumatoid Arthritis or Cancer.
4. Would you rather live a safe, stable, moderately interesting life or one where every day was dangerous, volatile, and different?
   I really would love to be the risk taker, but I’ve been living on the edge for quite a while ready to fall. Metaphorically speaking, right now I’m trying to stabalize everything - and maybe afterwards I’ll be that risk taker again.
5. What do you think you’ll be remembered for when you die and, if you could, would you change it to something else?
   My red hair, my laugh, my genuine concern and caring for the people in my life, my writing, and other ridiculous crap.

Today is my “Tuesday” and I’m currently getting ready to meet up with a friend for lunch. I’m working an evening shift today, 3pm to 10pm. Tim Horton’s for lunch is a good idea. Cheap, fast, and easy. Haven’t sat down with this guy in a long time, and he’s fairly miserable with his life right now. Just recently went through a bad break up with an incredibly psychotic girl, hates the idea of relationships at the moment, and is feeling pretty lonely and abandoned by his friends. This is his own fault, though, and I think he realises that. I like knowing that he feels I’m there for him either way, we get together once in a while to ramble on about ridiculous things. Battlestar Galactica, Star Trek, random dislikes, venting, and sillytalk. Other than that, we don’t see each other often. But we chat online like banshees and give each other shit when we’re at work and in dire need of entertaining. Sometimes I wish my boyfriend was in to chatting on MSN, but he’s certainly not. He’s not an internet addict like some most of us. And he’s very private. I respect that. Speaking of the boyfriend, I wonder when I’m going to see him next. He just started his new job for the summer/warm months landscaping, they sent him home yesterday (which was his first day) due to copious amounts of snow that fell in the morning. It was disgusting and wet, and there was so much of it. And of course, this being the redneck city we live in, the weather changes every 15 minutes or so. By the afternoon the sun was out and the snow was almost gone. There’s still some out today, but this weekend is supposed to get up to 20 degrees celcius. Nice. This weekend is going to be so nice outside. I can’t wait. He says he has Sundays off, so possibly I will see him then? I’m not sure. Things are up in the air regarding that. He’ll call me if he wants to see me. Until then I’ll run around doing my own thing, as usual.

I’ll most likely update again later from work when things are dead.

9:00 am - Roll over to look at the clock, roll again the other way to gaze at handsome looking fellow in my bed. Rest for fifteen more minutes, it’s my last day of my “weekend”.

10:00 am - K* finally gets out of bed, “can I sleep for an extra hour?” Of course you can, honey. I’m always awake before him, and it always takes me much longer to fall asleep. I’m not sure why. I’m not really used to having someone in my bed, and I’m not complaining - I like it.

10:30 am - Walking to Humpty’s for breakfast. I’ve noticed we order the same things. Mine always a smaller portion. “You eat like a bird,” he usually says to me. This never used to be the case. I used to eat like a horse. My stomach just isn’t all that big anymore, I suppose - after living a stable diet of bachelor food and sometimes having to go without because I’d randomly prefer to buy a pack of cigerettes instead of food. I don’t have this issue anymore, as I’m making good money. I still have the issue of smoking, though - which will be remedied soon enough.

11:30 -12:00 pm - Wait with K* at the bus stop, he starts his new job tomorrow - he seems to be pretty excited. Back into landscaping, he wanted to do something this summer that made him “feel like a man”. I think this will suffice. I had to run over to the doctor for a couple of prescriptions - birth control. Must be responsible! I figure now that I’m in a sincere relationship that seems as though it’s going to last a little longer than usual, I’ll go back on the pill. Better safe than sorry. Plus, it’s covered under my health plan at work and I only have to pay like $2.95 (CAD) for it. Seriously, that’s fucking awesome.

1:08 pm - Here I sit, randomly starting a new weblog. Couldn’t tell you why, really. Somewhere to rant and rage, I suppose.