<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:37:50.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Devoid of Linear Cognition</title><subtitle type='html'>random silliness</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-116787486185402619</id><published>2007-01-03T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T20:41:02.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CRL</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day back at classes.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to be back doing something involving a schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes so far seem to be ok. I tried to go online and change some of them today and was unsuccessful. My first class of the day is Animal psyc or something to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;The prof seems pretty cool. I don't know where he is from but he has a funny accent.&lt;br /&gt;I like it. He also wears pants that "fit". LOL&lt;br /&gt;He showed us a video today. It was of some birds. Ya that's right. The perfect way to disgust me. They were doing some mating dance, but it was on water. They kind of ran on the water as part of it. &lt;br /&gt;It was nauseating.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that's all of the birds I will see this year. But judging by his enthusiasm. There will be plenty more bird shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second class was theatre and film. What a joke.&lt;br /&gt;I showed up for the class only to find out that is had been cancelled for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Not the most professional and respect demanding way to begin a semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last class of the day was Nutritional anthropology. Apparently there will be a take home final exam.&lt;br /&gt;I've never had one of those before.. I can't say that I am looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate writing essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i am in Munir's office hanging out with the only friend i have right now. Mousa.&lt;br /&gt;We spent new years eve together and have decided that we are going to support each other in our weight loss goals. He has already quit smoking since the beginning of the new year and is starting he weight loss regiment on the 8th cuz he is "waiting for the pool to be reopened" which i think is a load of bullocks and i will be left to motivate myself. Which I suppose could be a good thing if it ever happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is going on with me? Not too much.&lt;br /&gt;Work is still silly but I am finding it more enjoyable as time goes by. I'm not sure if it was because no one wanted to get to know me or cuz i didn't want to get to know them. But either way i am having a better time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny being in an engineering lab. It doesn't smell as bad as it usually does. But i think that is cuz most of it's occupants are still away for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;so terrible but true&lt;br /&gt;with the exceptions of Munir, Waleed, Adib and Mousa. The all smell famously, pretty-much all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to learn how to write Arabic again. Mousa helped me today. But his calligraphy is VERY different from that of Waleed so I am finding it hard to be consistent and to recall what i have already learned.&lt;br /&gt;But it sure looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;this is an entirely boring blog&lt;br /&gt;i need to think of something funny to post...&lt;br /&gt;There is a guy named alex in this lab. he is from Taiwan. &lt;br /&gt;mousa was away for a bit and so i was chatting with him for a while. &lt;br /&gt;It was cool. he's a pretty nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;Very quiet tho.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the second mousa comes back alex ignores me and goes back to work.&lt;br /&gt;not saying a thing, like mid sentence...&lt;br /&gt;i am impressed by his concentration skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't a funny story..&lt;br /&gt;damn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;this really isn't a great start to the new year in the way of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xsandos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kklc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-116787486185402619?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/116787486185402619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=116787486185402619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/116787486185402619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/116787486185402619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2007/01/crl.html' title='CRL'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-116570948463602028</id><published>2006-12-09T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T19:11:25.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 weird things aboot me.</title><content type='html'>lol.. &lt;br /&gt;lets make this ten weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i have spent the better part of 3 hours upside trying to get my eyesight to flip....&lt;br /&gt;learned the next day in school it takes a couple days... was upset with that news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i can't cook... is what i tell everyone.&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of a lie. i can actually make tons of stuff.. i'm just lazy to the point of ridiculousness. and i don't care enough about the taste of the food.. more just that i don't feel hungry.. and sometimes.. its just easier to feel hungry then to cook something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. only this year have i started to moisturize.. which isn't so weird..(i just don't like the moisturized sticking to my clothes feeling that doesn't go away no matter how much i rub it in.) but i was honestly freaked out that if i used moisturizer that my body would stop making the natural stuff and i would be dependent on it FOREVER... and how would i get my back??&lt;br /&gt;do people moisturize their own backs?&lt;br /&gt;what about their butts?&lt;br /&gt;where do u draw the line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i can't stand in front of a microwave while it is on. and it freaks me out when other people do it...&lt;br /&gt;microwaves flying at ur head.. screwing up ur electrons and creating free radicals which are running crazy in ur body...scary stuff&lt;br /&gt;same with cooking with aluminum pots.. freaks me out.. Alzheimer's etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i hate being tickled.. not for the tickling part.. but because it is so awkward. &lt;br /&gt;i kind of have to be in the mood to be ticklish.. otherwise i am not.. and then its just weird when someone starts to tickle you&lt;br /&gt;... they are just touching you weird and looking for a response... yuck &lt;br /&gt;(touching of the neck and armpits applies here.. its gross... but it weirds me out when people are ok with it.. so i find that i poke people in the armpit to make sure they aren't weird.. and then if they are.. i find it fascinating/disturbing and so continue to do it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i can't stop chewing gum&lt;br /&gt;don't give me gum.. i'll keep chewing it.&lt;br /&gt;i save it at dinner in disgusting ways. sticking to the side of my glass and on the side of a plate or on a utensil, keep it in my hand... all for future use.. i chew it until it disintegrates and then i get a massive headache.. i'm an idiot when it comes to gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. one regarding boys&lt;br /&gt;i can be madly and deeply and obsessively in love with you for an infinite period of time. but the second you start to show any symptoms of the same behaviour i find you revolting/disgusting and want nothing to do with you... really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i could live in a washroom if it had a fridge and a computer. i friggin love them.&lt;br /&gt;i spend too much time in the shower.. i love it. not the whole being naked part... if it wasn't so inconvenient i would shower with clothes on. if i could be always clothed for the rest of my life.. that would rock as well...oh yes and for those of u who don't know i always wear two bras at once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i have penis envy soooooo bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i talk to myself too much.&lt;br /&gt;there is normal weird mumblings that most everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;and i do that too..&lt;br /&gt;but i laugh out loud walking down the street and comment on things i have just said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;on drives home from hammy and back i find that i talk out loud for the entire trip with a two sided conversation. generally with a scottish accent. &lt;br /&gt;ie&lt;br /&gt;a couple weeks ago i was walking home late with my hood up and i was following this girl who was probably 5m in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;i didn't realize what i was doing.. but i was trying to pronounce an Arabic word (which i am having extreme difficulty doing to this day) out loud.. just repeating it over and over again to myself with different inflections etc.. i wasn't saying it super loud.. it was more whispery.. which was probably creepier for the girl up ahead.. she stopped turned around and looked at me.. then quickened her pace and went into her house... &lt;br /&gt;sooo funny.. and ridiculous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are sooooooo many more &lt;br /&gt;good lord.&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;if you would like to leave an example that i have blatantly missed&lt;br /&gt;go ahead in the comments section&lt;br /&gt;or write a post about it.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skol&lt;br /&gt;kc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-116570948463602028?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/116570948463602028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=116570948463602028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/116570948463602028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/116570948463602028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/12/6-weird-things-aboot-me.html' title='6 weird things aboot me.'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-116340681491092507</id><published>2006-11-13T02:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T05:02:14.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the emotional basket case strikes again. Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is 230am and i have to be awake in 2 hours to get ready for work.... guess how mad i am with myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the least bit tired. i worked tonight. didn't have any caffeine and have generally been good all day. &lt;br /&gt;But alas.. here i sit. i feel heavy. but i'm not that shivering cold feeling that you get when ur exhausted. i am more along the lines of warm and toasty. &lt;br /&gt;someone in my house likes it hot. and i have no idea who it is. but i really think it's silly.&lt;br /&gt;my room seems to get the brunt of the warmth. its a big room. but i think i have more heat registers than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways here's what i've been up to other than spazzing like a manic-depressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see the movie Babel. I'm not sure what it was supposed to be. I think they made an attempt at making a profound movie and ended up with incoherent blabber. With unnecessary unpleasant nudity. And i really think i am always up for nudity but not this time.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce might like some parts. There is a deaf mute Japanese girl.. so they speak in sign. ???&lt;br /&gt;the rest of it was just crap. it evoked some emotion randomly. but really. it sucked.. and i like weird movies.. lol... remember that totally screwed up movie we went to see jazz??  Palindromes? oh man... it was kinda like that but it had Brad Pitt in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, i have a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Leah, (layah) i may have mentioned her previously. &lt;br /&gt;we went tree climbing, which i thought was something that comes naturally to humans.. considering... but anyways... she totally thought she had it figured and then FREAKED out cuz she apparently didn't know she was scared of heights.. friggin funny stuff...&lt;br /&gt;we eat together and she just shows up at my house a lot. ... a LOT...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not used to people just dropping by.&lt;br /&gt;it's weird.. like 3 times a day.. i am not exaggerating.. that's stalking right??&lt;br /&gt;i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;but she's a bit funny and jewish!!! yay i met a jewish person finally.. seriously.. i hear there are tons of jews all over the place and then i am unable to meet any of them.. &lt;br /&gt;and now i have..&lt;br /&gt;and she likes the barenaked ladies even more than i do..&lt;br /&gt;impressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/Photo%209.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/Photo%209.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here she is... and some extremely unimpressed girl.. this was taken Jane during biology for idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i TOTALLY failed an exam on friday.. oh man.. Anthropology.. goodness..&lt;br /&gt;"aegypticous boisea" random crap... honeslty.. what are these people expecting from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandpa apparently tried to die last weeked.. actually the night i made my last post...&lt;br /&gt;so i spent the weekend at home. was weird to see him in such shitty shape.. he is doing a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;but i think he's gunna die soon. &lt;br /&gt;feels weird. i don't even know the guy.. but i do.. but not really at all... i feel badly for my dad.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live with AMAZING people&lt;br /&gt;i love them&lt;br /&gt;Munir is the coolest cat there is.&lt;br /&gt;man.. i can't even explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh toilet paper....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am listening to jack johnson right now..&lt;br /&gt;all of his songs are kinda like lullabies &lt;br /&gt;close your eyes, relax, sway, your arms feel tingly and you feel like your made of frosting.. french vanilla... m...with those weird little coloured bits in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentions have to be sent to the Joyce and Jazz. How did i get you guys? you're both amazing, supportive and understanding. (not to mention quite pretty... you husbands are very lucky) &lt;br /&gt;Ever since i've met you jazz.. i've been spazzing. and you seem to just take me in step.. &lt;br /&gt;i'm sure it's normal for you by now.. but man.. i appreciate you, i wish i could give you 1/2 as much as you give me.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the email.. it made me cry and cry.. but i've been nuts so that could be a bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.. i don't know what else to say.. i have to pee...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a bracelet for like 25 dollars and broke it.. nice.. it was made by some tribes man in africa somewhere.. i bought it at a fairtrade thing... its make of sandalwood.. which SMELLS AWESOME.. oh man.. i make everyone smell it.. soo funny.. they look at me like they think the voices in my head told me to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 315... i think i will go pee and get some cereal and i dunno... frick.. this is stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you coming home for christmas jazzy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have read this, you are WAY ABOVE average in the attractive area... and probably intelligence as well.. (deciphering and such)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xsandos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kklc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-116340681491092507?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/116340681491092507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=116340681491092507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/116340681491092507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/116340681491092507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/11/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-116252744235326069</id><published>2006-11-02T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T23:18:52.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wonder if you're a complete fucking idiot and everyone you know is just too nice to fill you in??</title><content type='html'>Obviously i'm feeling a tad bit sorry for myself this evening and i need to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like SHIT. i just got an exam mark back... I felt i did well.. better than average even?? ya maybe.. how do i do?? well lets say a fucking monkey who felt like colouring in the dots on a scantron sheet probably would have received a mark comparable to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this leaves me thinking... WHAT THE FUCK??? the class isn't that hard.. i thought i understood the concepts.. i fucking studied.. i took notes... i was happy little studious kid and what the fuck do i get? nothing... not a fucking thing in return.. i am sitting here thinking i would have done better if i hadn't had studied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor mother.. she's stuck in her little deluded world where her little girl is smart and is going to do something with her life... well sorry mom but it looks like it's up to jeff to be successful cuz it looks like i am going to be cleaning toilets and kissing rich peoples asses for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i freaked this summer when i realized i got into uni.. for this fucking reason.. i can't fucking do this.&lt;br /&gt;i never once did well in high school. i am so middle of the pack in every fucking way its painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/Photo%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/200/Photo%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(emo pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING HATE MIDDLE OF THE PACK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T I STAND OUT IN ANY FUCKING FASHION??&lt;br /&gt;once again.. to reiterate what has been said before and will continually be said again.. i have NOTHING GOING FOR ME.not one iota of one random speck of me..&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to spell check this thing like eight times before i post it.. like every time.. and yet i miss stuff.. why?? cuz i'm a stinking idiot that's why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's days like this that make me realize how completely and utterly useless i am.. i don't give back to humanity in any way.&lt;br /&gt;i obviously have no purpose.. if i do have one its to be middle of the pack or bottom of the pack so the people who are on top have someone to look down upon..."please walk all over me.. i love it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really? do u actually think your life has meaning? &lt;br /&gt;all the people who read this blog (that i know of) are giving back.. being good people.. making the world a better place in some fashion.. most of you are helping people who can't help themselves..&lt;br /&gt;all i do is sit around and think of myself.. oh poor me.. like right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly can't stand myself..&lt;br /&gt;my incoherent blabber&lt;br /&gt;complete bullshit&lt;br /&gt;i fucking suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to go and try to study so i don't get kicked out of university...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps if joyce has read this I apologize for the profanity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-116252744235326069?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/116252744235326069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=116252744235326069&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/116252744235326069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/116252744235326069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/11/ever-wonder-if-youre-complete-fucking.html' title='Ever wonder if you&apos;re a complete fucking idiot and everyone you know is just too nice to fill you in??'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-116179701888227826</id><published>2006-10-25T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:23:38.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the bain of my childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/Photo%2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/Photo%2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took this pic of myself in the caf... i like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socks&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have memories of hating socks for what i am going to consider my entire life. Winter is the WORST time for socks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking.... You're thinking man i probably should have laced my boots correctly so i'm not the annoying person who is dragging their feet... meh.. too bad.. i hate having to untie them to take them off.. so that's a no go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still walking... hmm... maybe i should have thought about the type of socks i was going to wear with my boots today.. something isn't right.... but honestly.. i own like 1 type of sock.. this will have to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few steps later... hmm... seems my sock is sick of doing its service and has decided to abandon his post... thats ok.. it's still kinda hanging on to my heel... as long as my last strong hold sticks i can make it to school.. i'll flex my toes.. maybe that will help it stay up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 step later... my defenses caved and the top of my sock is now around the arch of my foot....&lt;br /&gt;now this wouldn't be soo bad except for the fact that 90% of my sock is now bunched around my toes... so i'm sorta limping a bit...&lt;br /&gt;but i was walking funny before trying to flex my toes in a pathetic attempt to somehow keep the sock at bay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next step... the entire sock is crammed up around my toes... and it stinking hurts... but cuz people who stop on the side walk to stand precariously on one foot while trying to balance and bend down and grab the other boot to dig out the sock of doom, that has somehow managed to basically attach itself to the boot... well they look like idiots.. i choose the discomfort and the funny looks from people who are wondering why i have a slight hobble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to class... i sit down.. get all my shit together... and you think i am free and clear.. i get to dig this fucking sock out of my boot chasm... but no! out of 600.. yes count the 600 seats in the lecture hall a big group of oriental kids decide to swarm me... so now.. because of potentially horrible foot odour... and the idea flying through your head that i will become the stinky kid to all the oriental kids at school... which is a fucking lot of people... i have to sit through a three hour lecture trying to adjust the sock periodically by shoving your hand into the boot...with my foot still in it... so my eyes will stop watering from the discomfort...only to be thwarted by the fucking sock demon again on the walk home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about buying those sock suspenders...&lt;br /&gt;or being the sockless girl... which is gross to think about... &lt;br /&gt;socks serve their purpose...just like underwear... &lt;br /&gt;but lets not start giving them any extra credit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an exam tomorrow... intro to neuroscience...gunna fail&lt;br /&gt;please send me happy thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;troy, mike scott and some other guys have started a band.. they fucking rock&lt;br /&gt;"boss rebel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to check them out... http://myspace.com/bossrebel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am eating pretty much only peanut butter and crackers now adays.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;gourmet chef right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is everyone else doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house had the first toilet paper conversation last night. oh man... its funny stuff&lt;br /&gt;Zu gets all worked up about everything... and talks really loud.. sometimes its a bit much.. but she's a cool person... so meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you officially dating that guy bre? u kiss him yet?? lol.. thats right... i'm asking u on here cuz i have no idea when i will see u next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i need to go and study.. so i almost pass my exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xsandos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-116179701888227826?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/116179701888227826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=116179701888227826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/116179701888227826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/116179701888227826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/10/bain-of-my-childhood.html' title='the bain of my childhood'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-116077632626465804</id><published>2006-10-13T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T17:52:06.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you asked.. i wish i had pics for this</title><content type='html'>Things that make morgan hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;oh there are so many things.&lt;br /&gt;First things first...&lt;br /&gt;- your general sense of humour. to be witness to you laughing at something you think is funny is great. when u start crying and have laughing bursts for the rest of the day and continuing on into the next. &lt;br /&gt;-when you get mad at your brother. or any time you yell in general is pretty funny. &lt;br /&gt;-something that goes along with that is the air punch/swing in a mock attempt to hit someone.. but it looks like you are putting ur whole body into it.... or your general willingness to hit your friends...lol&lt;br /&gt;-how picky you are about some things such as food... uncooked veggies and little to no lettuce on a burger. &lt;br /&gt;-and about who can touch your face and where. &lt;br /&gt;-elbow skin&lt;br /&gt;-how you can dress like the slobbiest person in the world and smell awful and still knock anyones socks off within a 3 mile radius.&lt;br /&gt;-the way you wear your socks as tho they are shoe... outside in the etc...&lt;br /&gt;-how u refuse to wash your hair more than once a week&lt;br /&gt;-how you get your mom to do your homework for you.. even in college.&lt;br /&gt;-you like being in your car but you rarely like to be the one to drive.&lt;br /&gt;-how you drive in silence&lt;br /&gt;-and then how you listen to Q97.5 and BX93 and can sing along.&lt;br /&gt;-how one minute you can be a complete wuss when it comes to bugs and the next be the one to get frustrated call everyone else wimps and go kill it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;-your complete willingness to dress up like an old man go to a graveyard and take dumb pictures.&lt;br /&gt;-your laugh.&lt;br /&gt;-the way you beg for massages.&lt;br /&gt;-how grumpy you can get and as a result act like a 2 year old (cutest one ever)&lt;br /&gt;-the way you wrap yourself up in a blanket, there is no possible way to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;-the way you used to just drape yourself on people.&lt;br /&gt;-you're actually a member of curves&lt;br /&gt;-the way you boss around old handicapped people and enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;-the way you can take life and enjoy it... (hanging out in an old persons room and help them decide which channel to watch for like 2 hours.. and get paid for it)&lt;br /&gt;-you innocence and your feigned innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man there are so many other reasons in the world that you are hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;but those are the ones i thought of off the top of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone has any to offer just post them in the comment section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you bre.. i know we don't see each other much&lt;br /&gt;but ur definitely one of my favourite people in the whole world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and such to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-116077632626465804?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/116077632626465804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=116077632626465804&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/116077632626465804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/116077632626465804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-asked-i-wish-i-had-pics-for-this.html' title='you asked.. i wish i had pics for this'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-116008764187400769</id><published>2006-10-05T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T18:42:29.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bringing sexy back</title><content type='html'>weird thing i learned today&lt;br /&gt;"butter tart" is an canadian term.. not used anywhere else in the world.. that explain a lot... when i was in europe i was looking for them EVERYWHERE.. no luck... i suppose this is why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the pic you have all been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;A week or so ago i was playing around with my camera and i noticed that the lighting in my room could make anyone 10 times more attractive than usual. So i started taking pic's of my stomach and twisting and stuff to see if i could make it look like i have abs.&lt;br /&gt;oh baby&lt;br /&gt;i succeeded!! it's shadows and contorted fat rolls.. but it's still hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/fake%20abs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/fake%20abs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to appreciate my body more. I don't particularly like it.&lt;br /&gt;but i have been getting some cool pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/bring%20sex%20back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/bring%20sex%20back.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;you've been home&lt;br /&gt;now you have to post about how you were so happy so see us.&lt;br /&gt;i was certainly happy to see you. even if only briefly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bre.. ur hilarious i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a happy turkey weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xsandos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-116008764187400769?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/116008764187400769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=116008764187400769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/116008764187400769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/116008764187400769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-bringing-sexy-back.html' title='I&apos;m bringing sexy back'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115974573606053515</id><published>2006-10-01T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T19:35:36.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got Mail. (weird electronic voice)</title><content type='html'>I got mail today!! actually i got it a couple days ago.. but this is the first time i have had a spare moment to document it. and this really isn't a spare moment at all. more like procrastination in the face of exhaustion. i am fucking tired. no joke. i want to sleep soooo badly. i started my new starbucks action a couple of days ago. all opens.. great... thanks for that. and i get retarded when i am without sleep. grumpy and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to read my anthropology text. my eyes blur immediately so i am taking a break from the literally 2minutes of studying i have done. (don't tell my mom any of this... she will murder me and make me quit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have heard from the minor now and am feeling much better about things. (very on and off eh??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is going to be a huge day. i am going to guzzle as much espresso as possible while at work (530-10) then come home shower change study.... (maybe nap) go to school 330-430 then go to the library to do an anthropology assignment then head to a meet the profs night for anth with my new friend Kathryn. stay there for 1/2 an hour then head out to waterloo where i will be meeting jazz and morgan for some churchy thingy and maybe try to see slim but who knows.. come home fall alsleep and head to school on tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. &lt;br /&gt;thinking about it makes me want to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my landlord is supposed to be coming over tonight to look at my ceiling. it is leaking when it rains... the weird part is that i am on the first floor of a 2 story house. and there is a bedroom above me... and directly above the leak is munir's bed. (he keeps telling me that it's waleed peeing there on purpose.. so gross and so funny at once.) here is a pic.. the yellow spot.. there is a crack it drips out of... into a big metallic pot.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/Photo%208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/Photo%208.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well she just came and went. she's getting it looked after. sometimes she can be so cute and sometimes she talks so much i want to pluck my eyeballs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/Photo%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/Photo%204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JTT. as you can see. within my mail was a gift. a milk advertisement featuring Jonathan Taylor Thomas. I was SOO in love with him as a youngster. blond hair, blue eyes and short. the trinity of doom for me. lol... i tried explaining my short guy personality theory to people at wrk today.. they didn't get it.  not really a surprise there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i should be going to do some hw... it's late enough already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are all very attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xsandos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyrtis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115974573606053515?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115974573606053515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115974573606053515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115974573606053515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115974573606053515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/10/youve-got-mail-weird-electronic-voice.html' title='You&apos;ve Got Mail. (weird electronic voice)'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115939626967272425</id><published>2006-09-27T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T18:31:09.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Squish You!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/Photo%2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/Photo%2016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have right now are pictures of me. It's kind of awkward to take pics of people with Jane. &lt;br /&gt;School is going pretty well. I have my first mid term tomorrow and i am a little bit freaked about it. Intro to neuroscience. Right now i just got back from classes and am in need of a break so i am writing about nothing as usual. Or well i will write about the men in my life cuz right now they are causing me the most problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers friend that i was conditionally dating this summer won't go away. He had an expiry date of the first week of school and he is still trying to stay in the pic. We made a deal and now he is breaking it. It is pissing me off. He would like to be actually dating which I think is RETARDED cuz i am not willing to make time for him. AND we agreed that there wouldn't be any girlfriend boyfriend thing in the end. I'm not really sure what to do. I would like to remain friends (cuz we never weren't). He is one of Jeff's friends and I hang out with them and this would make it all awkward. It's dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Another boy. the minor. not really pissing me off. not really making me happy. just nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't heard much from him which is what i knew it would be like. I need to just get over him and be done. enough droning on and on about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy things...noo.. weird things&lt;br /&gt;i have a hair style of a little boy... or that what it looked like when i left the hair place. over the last couple of days i have learned to make it a little more girly and a little less dykish. the guys i live with have been telling me that i am 11. but now i have regressed to 8 and am now a boy according to them. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;we went to the japanese food place again in TO. i didn't pay the first time and so i had no idea how much it cost. the end of the meal i owed $58.00 not joking. just one person. and ok.. so thats a lot but i just won't go out for a bit and i'll be fine. what made feel horrible was that my house mate munir paid. never again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/Photo%2041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/Photo%2041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my housemate zuzzana is auditioning for a part in "hairspray" at our school tonight. should be hilarious. oh man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started at the new sbucks.. sorta.. helped set things up. it was ok... feel weird coming into a store... they all have their relationships and such and i am this weird outspoken loud, giant, 8yr old, boy, who is looking for some friends... all i can say is that it isn't working in my favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost broke my toe this weekend in a lingerie store.... man i love maniquines lol... stubbed it pretty good and now its all purple and the nail is going to fall off and be totally gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw jackass 2 and loved it!!  SO fricking funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note ~i keep meeting these ditzy super accomplished girls... women that if i had met on the street and known nothing about them i would think they work at sirens in the mall and chew lots of gum and dance sluttily while wearing next to nothing and let men womanize them.  but they all are getting their masters or something else completely random.  i guess this goes to show you really don't have to be intelligent to go to uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; bought a candle today.. doesn't smell great but it smells better than the old house smell i have all locked up in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksgiving is soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok morgan.. honestly where are you?&lt;br /&gt;jazz did u get my text?&lt;br /&gt;jonni - do it man.. i love mine.. i was thinking about getting another piercing&lt;br /&gt;slim - sorry if you read this....i kinda figured u wouldn't end up having time to...there is no need for you to take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are all very attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xsandos&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115939626967272425?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115939626967272425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115939626967272425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115939626967272425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115939626967272425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-squish-you.html' title='I Squish You!!!'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115834778303398639</id><published>2006-09-15T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T15:16:23.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Tard..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/Photo%2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/Photo%2013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eyeball below was not the pic i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115834778303398639?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115834778303398639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115834778303398639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115834778303398639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115834778303398639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-tard_15.html' title='I am a Tard..'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115827294216964489</id><published>2006-09-14T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T18:29:02.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>big bowl of over cooked broccoli anyone??</title><content type='html'>so i am sitting in my remedial biology class. we are talking about atoms. yay. i'm riveted. this class is pretty stinking big. and its laid out in a super steep theater seating. i am in the second last row. which means i am at the top. there is no airflow. getting pretty stinking hot up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nothing is super new with me. i have met my new starbucks manager. she seems pretty cool.. not mamma t tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am working on brant street in burlington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man quote "it depends where it is on the periodic table... you know the big chart" nice. def remedial.. wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i hung out with the saudi engineers and their friend. we went out for lebanese food. well they did. i already ate so i was planning on just have a beverage. they made me try everything which was pretty cool. i really liked it all. not a huge fan of falafel... i like things with meat in them.. lol&lt;br /&gt;everything is pretty mild. it doesn't really seem that exciting.  they kept mentioning to their visitor friend that it wasn't as good as the type they get at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i will be coming to my biology class much, wow. she is doing review fro the last two days... which is review fro grade 10 bio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone came to look at the last room available in our house today. i hope they don't take it. we have a pretty full house already. 6 people is a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys keep referring to me as the girl who stole their living room. its awesome. Munir makes fun of me a lot. i love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have been trying to cook for myself. it's really not a great plan.  i have a photo of last nights dinner.. pretty funny if you ask me. i am feeling ok today so i must have done ok. i really didn't cook anything that could make me sick tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/Photo%2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/Photo%2015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jazz.. i should have my addy soon and will text it to you, and i love you lots and lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met a guy named dan yesterday who came late in class with a guitar strapped to his back. i laughed at him. he saw... he came and sat by me. he's pretty cool. he's almost done his degree but he didn't have this silly class. i think we will be friends.. he seems like a weirdo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the minor this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;he bought me cheese and crackers! yay&lt;br /&gt;perfect... we made a bet.. to see who could get in shape faster.&lt;br /&gt;i have gone for 1 jog so far this week.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how much exercising he's done... but i hope its none... or at least less than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i should go and pretend like i a learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xsandos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115827294216964489?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115827294216964489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115827294216964489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115827294216964489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115827294216964489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/09/big-bowl-of-over-cooked-broccoli.html' title='big bowl of over cooked broccoli anyone??'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115774317600819330</id><published>2006-09-08T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T15:19:36.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane and i make a hot couple.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/Photo%209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/Photo%209.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first blog from hamilton. today has been a weird day. there are plenty of new things to go see and do. but i made myself lunch today and am not feeling entirely well. so here i remain in my new room alone. outside there are screams and horns blowing. the froshies are touring the streets in massive hoards that i am sure are divided into teams. approximately 50% of all the houses on my street and surrounding areas have one or more couches on them and on them sit upper level students drinking out of bottles of wine or cans of beer.  they watch as the teams of 17 year olds dressed in their pj'smarch by and think of their first year. this whole area is filled with energy and anticipation. what will this year bring? who really knows. but i know for sure that i am sufficiently freaked out. i don't yet have the internet and so i have no idea how long it will be until i get this online. hopefully thursday. i have met almost all of my house mates. they all seems pretty cool. upper level people. hopefully they will know where my classes are. cuz i sure as hell don't. my room is pretty big. its on street level. which i am glad for. this house is pretty old. i doubt the temp on the upper and lower levels are going to be comfortable for most of the year. &lt;br /&gt;so guess who is back in canadia...? poor little british kid is. he called on sunday night. tells me he has a turtle that he bought in amsterdam just for me. which makes me happy.  hopefully gunna kidnap him on friday and bring him to london for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;i bought a mac computer. she is very cute. her name is jane. so far we are getting along fairly well.&lt;br /&gt;i missed a call from andy scott today. he is back in dodge i suppose. he wants to "get caught up" this weekend. i guess i should. i have ditched him the last several times he has asked to hang out. it just feels weird is all. and i'm a baby. &lt;br /&gt;i think i am going to see if i can get jane to play super troopers for me now. if she won't i'll be back to writing this blog in moments.&lt;br /&gt;xsandos&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was a while ago. Now it is friday afternoon and Jane and i are hanging out on campus waiting for my next class to begin. Thus far i am enjoying all of my classes. with the exception of biology which will be patience trying at the very least. (like OAC bio sans Ms.Chayni and less in depth... hopefully and easy A) &lt;br /&gt;My internet at home is not yet working. but mac has wireless and so i am hanging outside using my student fees like nobodies business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room mates are proving to be funny people. The two engineers that i live with are hilarious. they are trying to get the internet to work. both of them are in graduate studies and so they think they know lots of stuff that they actually don't. i quite enjoy watching them. Waleed and Manihr. &lt;br /&gt;Amanda is funny. don't know much about her. but she reminds me a bit of jasmine's amanda without the bum.&lt;br /&gt;matt is quiet. a country boy. very nice/helpful.&lt;br /&gt;and in the basement we have zuzzana. who is czech. and she is a grad student as well. &lt;br /&gt;i am by far the lease educated person in the house. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my room used to be the living room that was never used it seems people are more than willing to drop by for a chat. so i just leave my door open now. waleed has by far spent the most amount of time in my room. he is muslim (don't tell Ed) but he reminds me a lot of the minor. i don;t know why. so i am happy to have him hang around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am learning a lot about my computer and about this university as time flies by. i love it here. so relaxed. the youngens that i have classes with are pretty funny. most of my courses have about 600 students in them. quite crazy if you ask me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well i should go. i have to find out where y next class is located. should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;xsandos&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey jonnie - i have used your stuff several times already and i love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;as for the note about the minor coming to london. he cancelled on me and i staying in waterloo for some more frosh events. punk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115774317600819330?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115774317600819330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115774317600819330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115774317600819330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115774317600819330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/09/jane-and-i-make-hot-couple.html' title='Jane and i make a hot couple.'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115672736944194683</id><published>2006-08-27T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T17:59:46.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cochon gros</title><content type='html'>An update since aug 11. I went to the pig roast. I know I was all pissy about last year and I said that I wasn't going to go back. But I did. And I had a stinking awesome time. I ended up hanging out with a 16 year old. Keeping with tradition I suppose. Jessiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of history on jessie and i. we have never been friends. We have tolerated each other over the last 7 years or so but not really ever gotten to know one another. I actually used to be a tad bit afraid of the guy. You see he had an anger management issue when he was younger and had hit me on several occasions and so I learned to steer clear of him. Plus any male with an anger management issue scares me anyway. And as i found out that night i used to annoy the shit out of him. i am loud and obnoxious and don't know how people tolerate me in the first place. but to have an auditory processing disorder and and me in the room makes me even lessbearablee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at the roast of the swine i always forget to bring a chair and so do a ton of people. so there is a lot of sitting on laps etc. somehow jess and i ended sitting together and so we started chatting one on one. we found out that we aren't such bad people and so we talked and walked the whole night. i received some suspicious looks from his family which was super funny but a bit insulting at the time. (they thought we were off making-out or something.. he is 16 i am 22.. kinda weird....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow this event opened a flood gate.. i am now chatting with several 16 year olds online... i don't know how it happened. i didn;t give any of them my email address. but they are all pretty cool kids so i can't say i really mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not make out with jessiah.(justthoughtt i would reiterate that..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work today sucked.. i forgot everything and i sucked and sucked and i was total crap... YARG.. it really pissed me off.. sorry.. just had to get that out. it was balls.. pish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so congrats to jazz and toad bucket for making it through their first year!!&lt;br /&gt;i aspire to be as cool as you guys. i suck(see above).&lt;br /&gt;i have been to 2 weddings in the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one i was a date for a groomsman. (plural??) and it was a pretty cool wedding they had a chocolate fountain (i want one too salim...) and it was in their parents backyard but they live in the woods so that was cool. but otherwise i have learned not to be a date of a groomsmen(singular??)cuz its kinda boring and it leaves you feeling left-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two. was a girl i have know since i was two. our moms met when we attended a library program called tales for twos. we used to play when we got older (not super old.. like 5 lets say...)at her house. she had a bridal outfit that we used to fight over when we would play. i used to win and get to wear it cuz i was whiney and a guest... well look at karma coming back to kick me in the ass. she gets married years ahead of me. (i'm guessing..) but it was a kick ass wedding.. i had a stinking good time.. i danced so much that i am still having troubles walking. i fell getting out of bed the first morning cuz my leg gave out... (we're talking like 2 hours straight of flailing ridiculous dancing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a place to live now and i am moving on sunday. my landlord is turning out to be an extremely talkative nutjob and so i am not too sure how my year will be. she seems like she is super intent on mothering/smothering me. it's a room in a house that like a block away from campus. on the nice side of main street which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a computer. i want a mac. i am being a spoiled brat and am going to whine until i get it... wonder how this is going to affect my future.. more karma ass kickings for me i suppose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that is all i have for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! nope. i went out to dinner with my pops and jeffo and terry for our birthdays and i have come to the conclusion (again) that my dad is asexistt pig asshole who is a wannabe and is totally pompous with no money to back it up. and he's fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xsandos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;br /&gt;(i may have pms.. and regret this all later.... )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115672736944194683?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115672736944194683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115672736944194683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115672736944194683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115672736944194683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/08/cochon-gros.html' title='cochon gros'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115532548552976860</id><published>2006-08-11T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:44:45.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness Prevails!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;So this last week has been super retardedly busy. Why doesn’t anyone call to hang out in the winter and then figure they can make up for it in the summer? Honestly!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am in need of some serious sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ll just catch you up on what I have been up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;No…. but it really feels like it, FRICK! I would love to take a week off and drink some beer and meet some weirdos.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh English people you are too funny. We have had some British folk wander into our café recently. I can’t help but love them. They were an older couple. Ever notice that every sentence a brit speaks is loaded with the driest most ridiculous humour? Oh baby. Someday I too would like to have that talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmmm… ok so my birthday.. I went with my mum to see lord of the rings the musical. The effects were amazing and the acting was shit. Man.. they should have invested in some non-canadian talent. No wonder that have to close up and move to the &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;uk&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. It’s to get away from the horrible Canadian “talent” if you can call it that. My step dad fell asleep 2 times!!! And he had some morbidly obese woman sitting beside him so he was being squished. (she took up approx ½ of his seat as well.. some big arms on that lady) so I guess he was warm and bored so he fell asleep. Quite silly if you ask me. Then we went to dinner and I had a $50 steak… mmm I love cow. And it was the best Betsy I have ever had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Looked for jeans for my bro which is not only impossible but embarrassing as well. Try asking people in the &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Levis&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; store if they carry 31, 36 ‘s they look at you like you are kidding. They stay silent and then realize that you are being serious. The only type of jeans that we could find are the only type we only ever find and so he will perpetually be wearing the same type of jeans for the rest of his life. And I was all hopeful that I could find him a pair that didn’t make him look like such a farmer/cowboy…. No such luck. Oh farmer jeff you are a freak of nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Then we drove home. Yeehaw. I packed my stuff and went to my brothers friends house. He said he would be late because he was at a “tractor pull” which means some sort of weird hick contest to see who can drive tractors the best. Lol he has won trophies before. I personally find it embarrassing. He seems rather proud. Anyways I get there and the gift they got me was a bottle of rum. And they say I am behind and that I need to catch up. So I started to try to catch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Meanwhile my brothers friend “fleming” (another jeff) decided that it is due time that he does a “shrub jump” now the name in its self sound interesting so I am in (as well as being close to finishing my rum) so we climb on top of the trailer. (like the actual box part to a tractor trailer…pretty stinking big) and I notice some shrubberies that most people would have kept at a good 1m or less in height. Well this is the country and so looking after shrubberies isn’t high priority so there the things are 4.5 – 5 m high. Fleming shuffled over to one and starts looking for a branch.(already breaking my theory that you run and jump and try to land in the shrubberies.) So he finds a branch that is to his liking and at this point i understand what is supposed to happen. In my mind I figure he jumps off the side of the trailer and the branch kinda bounced him around a bit and the he drops to the ground. Enduring minor scrapes along the way. Once again I am wrong. He jumps and to my disbelief he disappears. Not only does the branch (which I would say was 6cm in diameter) not bounce him. It doesn’t hold at all. It immediately rips off the trunk and fleming plummets to the ground. At this point I decide that shrub jumping is not a sport for me. Later I find fleming on the ground bleeding and bruised. So I ask him. “is that the first time you’ve done that?” you know thinking maybe it was an honest drunken mistake. He says “nope… that was my fourth time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Honeslty… my brothers friends are hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My bro didn’t show and so I slept over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Next day we went to the beach.. not super exciting. None of the girls were topless…the boys went for a very long walk along the whole beach to see if they could find some… disappointment was all they found. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;So ya I think that was pretty much my birthday. Super fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;This week.. I have worked and not done too much. Jaz and bre went camping. Too funny. They went shopping one day and went to see a movie the second day. Lol… not exactly outdoorsy. I went with them to see the movie. “the ant bully” total crap. It was a kids movie but even still it sucked soooo much ass…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tomorrow night is the piggy roast. I still don’t know if I am going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm.. school is stressing me out BIG TIME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Still no place to live. Balls on a stick man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I should head out I suppose. I believe my verbal diarrhoea has run its course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Have a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;xsandos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;kris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115532548552976860?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115532548552976860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115532548552976860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115532548552976860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115532548552976860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/08/laziness-prevails.html' title='Laziness Prevails!!!'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115471706630444395</id><published>2006-08-04T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T14:44:26.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S MY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115471706630444395?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115471706630444395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115471706630444395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115471706630444395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115471706630444395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-my-birthday.html' title='IT&apos;S MY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115436210027748182</id><published>2006-07-31T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:08:20.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you are all very attractive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;So I’ve been gone for a bit… again. I have been working lots and sleeping not so much and so the blogin has taken the very back seat..&lt;br /&gt;I’m not feeling super creative today. I just got out of the bath and am now wearing my starbucks clothing which haven’t been washed in a while. Mmm I smell sooo good.. : p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. so what is going on with me.. I am looking for a place to live in hammer… kinda of scary prospect. I have to cook for myself.  Maybe I’ll get my mom to get me the full meal plan and I will just walk to school to eat everyday. Hahah that would be sad but I am sure people have done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been hanging out with my brother and his friends a lot lately. They are a pretty ridiculous group. My brother has never been the protective type. He pretty much figures I can look after myself. Which I can. But with this group they are always making comments about me when I’m not around to make jeff uncomfortable. Which I think I super stinking funny.  So he has been warning them to stay away from me etc and all that older brother jazz.. I love it. they are a great group of guys and it is all in jest but it seems to get to him more than I ever would have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at work right now are silly. I have been soooo tired lately that I am not my happy silly self and so the regulars are wondering what’s up with me. I tell them I am fine but they are still concerned which I love. But its weird at the same time. I have one specific couple that is always asking about my love life. They are a pentacostal couple and are super nice and I love them. but they continually are asking me whats going on with the boys in my life and I honestly have nothing to say. I could start making stuff up.. it would would make me feel a bit better about my situation but. Meh. Then I would be lying and that is just too much effort to bother with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… I went to my dads house for dinner last night. That wasn’t as bad as usual. I tried to talk with terry and keep her  mouth going so she wouldn’t ask any questions that would piss off me or my brother. I also managed to get out of the house without saying much about school which is nice too cuz its going to be a bit prickly around here when my mom starts asking my dad for money. Oh baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw “you me and Dupree” last night with my brother and his friends. It was quite funny. But I find I laugh super loud and to too much stuff. I’m willing to bet its embarrassing to be seen with my after the movie is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is my birthday!!!! I’m gunna be 22. yuck. But I get to go and see LOTR the musical in TO so I am excited about that. I really want to see “spamalot” but I don’t know who to go with.&lt;br /&gt;So jaz I should be free on the Sunday. To chill and see you. I don’t think I’ll be able to go camping tho. I dunno what my schedule is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bre write something on ur blog man.&lt;br /&gt;xsandos&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ps i am trying out this deoderant stone thing. i am worried that i will smell so let me know if i do so i can switch back to the real stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115436210027748182?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115436210027748182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115436210027748182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115436210027748182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115436210027748182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-are-all-very-attractive.html' title='you are all very attractive'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115334017665056097</id><published>2006-07-19T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T16:16:16.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>white cheddar flavoured rice-cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;mmm.. sounds delicious doesn't it? you're all jealous that your mom isn't trying to put you on a wheat free diet aren't you?? ya... i can tell. so guess how retarded it is to try to go wheat free in canada?? it's insane. every snack or food product i enjoy has wheat. it must be because we as a country are such a large producer of wheat. so it's in everything. it's probably in my apple juice as well. so anyways guess how well the wheat free thing is going?? its not. but i did just snack on a ricecake. which i'm sure excites my mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so i am sorry that i haven't posted in a long frickin time. i have been doing all opens. which gets me up at 415am so i have been pretty tired lately. what have i been up to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;well i went to mac for a visit on monday. which made me feel sick and i'm not sleeping very well. i found out i pretty much have no chance of getting into res which is a bit sucky. not too sure what i am going to do about that. so my mom and i have been looking at the courses that i will be registering into and that makes me feel even more weird. so wow. everything is nutty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;super hot guy at work is still super hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;stupid kid is now even more stupid. punk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i've been swimming twice this whole summer. and its been super fun both times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i've been invited to go with a male only group to do a whole weekend of strip clubs. it's a bus trip i think. these are my brothers friends. very funny people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i know what my mom got me for my bday. tickets to see lotr in toronto. now all i have to do is go and see spamalot which i'm sure is ridiculously funny. YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;my bro wants me to take his truck in to get fiixed for him. scary proposition... driving a huge monster truck of doom in town. i hardly get on ok with my tinsey car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;well i should go. i need a shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;dinner at grammas house tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;xsandos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115334017665056097?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115334017665056097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115334017665056097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115334017665056097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115334017665056097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/07/white-cheddar-flavoured-rice-cakes.html' title='white cheddar flavoured rice-cakes'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115237409813130795</id><published>2006-07-08T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:54:58.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>miss mary mac mac mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I am back! It’s Saturday and I have the day off! Yeehaw! Guess what I have planned for the day? Umm some laundry. Yup. I know you are super jealous of my social life. But tonight I really am doing something cool. I am going to my “aunt judy’s” twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. A note on the invitation is “dress for 1981". which is super fricking exciting. I am borrowing some stellar clothes from mama t from work. She is the 80’s knowledge lady. And she has all of her clothes from that era and we are pretty much the same size. YAY I hope to be super crazy eighties and give everone something to make fun of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I put quotations around “aunt judy” is that she’s not really my aunt. She’s actually just been a friend of my mothers since they were in grade three. kinda cool. don't have that action going on myself. well maybe in one case but thats bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My mom has another trainee over at the house right now. all well water studying it up. Super funny. I am all pj-ed up and my hair is morning poofy. And I don’t care. I wonder if moms get embarrassed for their children as often as children are embarrassed of their parents. Probably not. Kids are pretty sensitive to how cool they look. I think most parents are past that stage. Especially with such things as tantrums and boogers and poop and horrible things that come out of kids mouths. I guess most parents are desensitized to the embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I saw pirates of the caribbean 2. with my buddy ryan. He is a funny guy. Anyways the movie was super funny and I loved it. we both decided that we didn’t fully understand the story line. But what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now excited about going to school. On the 17th my mom and I will be going to mac for a tour. Oh baby. So weird to think about. i don't know what type of residence I want to live in. they have sooo many choices and the application date has already gone by so who knows what’s going to happen now. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/logo_mcmaster.gif" border="0" /&gt;Well I am in aweful need of a shower and a shave.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xsandos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115237409813130795?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115237409813130795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115237409813130795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115237409813130795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115237409813130795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/07/miss-mary-mac-mac-mac.html' title='miss mary mac mac mac'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115221855342548440</id><published>2006-07-06T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T15:47:31.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>frumpy slump</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ach aye. Well I’m in a wee bit of a sco-ish mood at the moment. I figured I would type as me accent would sound. But within this last sentence its proved to be too much of a task for me. So I suppose I’ll add bits and pieces here and there for flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ‘ave I been up to lately? Not a hell of a lot. It seems work is keeping me rather occupied. My boss has taken my news of leaving to go to uni as chance to punish me. For the next fornight an a half I’ll be for ever opening the store. This entails getting up at the god aweful hour of 4am. Aye. Bullshit you say? I agree. She did ask if I would be alright with it and I took it as a challenge. (as any good sco-ish lass would do).&lt;br /&gt;Right then, I do like the morning people much better. They are generally all the same bunch everyday. And I like that. Another thing I like about the mornings is that there is a stupendously good-looking gentleman that comes in. not just normal hot… no. this is my hands shake and I have to recount everything and I forget all time and space... hot. Me face gets so bloody hot that I could seriously cook a steak on it. it radiates. People should wear sunblock around me when I’m in that state.&lt;br /&gt;Well haven’t been able to have a conversation with the lad as of yet. Not a real one anyway. I know his name and where he is from and other weird things that you can suck out of people in the amount of time it takes to get a coffee. On a one to ten scale for me I would say he is an actual 10. not kidding. Super stinking hot. And the best part about it that all of my crazy assed friends would probably think he’s a 7.5. cuz ur all a bunch of nutters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I should sneak a pic of him while I am at work. How creepy would that be? Oh man I am such a stalker. Meh. What can you do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have accepted Mac’s offer of admission. So I think I might be headed to hammer in the fall to hang out with a whole bunch of 17 year olds. Oh good times. There is a campus map infront of me. It looks pretty cool. At least it is compact. Less chance of me getting lost. Just checking right now to see if they have a swim team. Keep me from regaining the freshman 15-50. doesn’t look like they do. But they seem to have an inner tube water polo intramural. Which could be fun. Or dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am pretty frickin tired. Should be an interesting 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hopefully write something more entertaining tonight or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way that koontz book sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xsandos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115221855342548440?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115221855342548440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115221855342548440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115221855342548440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115221855342548440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/07/frumpy-slump.html' title='frumpy slump'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115146714690256757</id><published>2006-06-27T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:59:06.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beans beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;right then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hola to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and welcome to freak world of doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i am the host and caretaker ytsirk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;today we will be discussing things important to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in other words me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so if you are all updated on the last blogfest you will know about my acceptnace letter. to yes mcmaster uni in hammer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i took the letter with me everywhere today. i needed to get used to just having it around. by 2pm today i still hadn't read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i took it to my lunch date with becci. who was super supportive and i love her for it. i'm so glad to have her around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then i took it to work. still unread. walked in the door with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my boss was all like. whats that??? and i let her see the outside. and then she got all weird. sad i think it was. she wanted to talk about it with me which is cool but she had to catch a train so she couldn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jeff at work told me i should go back part-time cuz the drop out rate is enormous. which i have to say made me feel like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i know what my dad will say. got to western part time.. blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but my mom. i think is super off her rocker happy. we haven't had a chance to chat yet. i am dreding it a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but i have to make my mind up like right now. or i will miss the application date to western for part-time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;boo this is all happening right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anything? help please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have to go to the lab tomorrow but other then that i am free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the cool thing i remembered today was that i when i was applying to uni i was all sad that i wouldn't be able to travel cuz i was in school and so my mom said if i got accepted and went to school and did ok then she would fund my trip for that summer. which i thought was awesome but had forgotten about until today cuz i didn't think i was going to get in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ok.. other things about the freaky world of doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i smell of spoiled milk.. yay sclub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ed is sleeping on the couch (don't know why??) and is snoring rock concert loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i think he has sleep apnea. he was doing ok for a while but now that he is home all the time he is smoking again and likes to pretend we don;t know. he's not very sneaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it is 125km from london to hammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it is  100km from london to kit/waterloo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;is it 60km from kit to hammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it is  570km from london to ottawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thats what i learned from the gov't of ontario today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh tremendous i've got to get some good use out of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;alright i need to pee and i have a dean koontz book to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;xsandos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115146714690256757?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115146714690256757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115146714690256757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115146714690256757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115146714690256757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/06/beans-beans.html' title='beans beans'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115142057585529052</id><published>2006-06-27T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T11:02:55.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be waving my hand watching you drown, watching you scream quiet around...</title><content type='html'>freaky song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I freaked out a bit.  I had pretty much passed up the idea of going to uni this year. Well I got some mail yesterday that impressed my mom heaps. I got into Mac. Seriously WTF. They even accepted me into second year which is silliness as well. So I cried a bit and almost puked then I had to leave cuz I couldn’t talk about it so I went rollerblading to put my mind at ease. It was too windy. (It really suckes to blade when its windy out.) So I was going to watch a movie but then I noticed my rollerblading attire and so I decided against that. So I went to christinas house and had some wendy’s and talked about work stuff etc. I came home feeling better. Went to bed about 2am.&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know what I am going to do.&lt;br /&gt;What about tremendous?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t pass this up. I don’t want to say I believe in signs or whatever but if you apply to a program that you aren’t eligible for whether its your super low GPA or the fact that you don’t have anywhere close to the right classes taken. As well as getting accepted into second year with courses taken at a second rate university/college. It doesn’t add up. I was pretty sure that Mac was a good school. Now I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;Should I move into town? Get a job at the sclub there? Stay home and drive everyday?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I have done this to myself. Obviously not a SMRT move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s all I want to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and I arranged a canoe trip with several of my cousins on Saturday. We went down the thames. Quite hilarious. 4 hours of it.&lt;br /&gt;I went in a canoe with jill and jeff… the smallest canoe ever so we sank several times while everyone else stayed afloat. It was a beautiful day and I don’t think anyone got burnt so that’s good too.&lt;br /&gt;My bathing suit fell apart. That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… what else happened. Not a whole lot that I can think of right now. I am focusing on the whole school of doom thing.&lt;br /&gt;What should i say to my boss?&lt;br /&gt;She’s not going to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well I have to eat and get ready for the lab and then work.&lt;br /&gt;Will post again soon&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xsandos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey jazz.. if i brought the pedo to my phile with me on my trip out east would that be cool? nothing definite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115142057585529052?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115142057585529052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115142057585529052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115142057585529052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115142057585529052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/06/ill-be-waving-my-hand-watching-you.html' title='i&apos;ll be waving my hand watching you drown, watching you scream quiet around...'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115058501047302855</id><published>2006-06-17T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:56:50.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blimey! its stinking hot out.</title><content type='html'>Good day to my readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly bajumbas!!! It is soo stinking hot today i can’t stand it! I am meant to live in Scotland where it rains. SEND ME AWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities for today... Was woken up by the rentals conversing in a volume that was not needed nor condoned on a weekend morning. Especially on a day that I get off. I stumbled around the house for like ten min. talked to my mom. She had just gotten out of the bath and chatted with me all naked. (super normal here in oz) she convinced me that I should get dressed and go to town with her to help her buy running shoes with her crazy-assed friend from work. Her name is Jory and she works at the health unit avec my mom. She is in charge of trying to get kids to exercise. She runs a lot and is just really a crazy old lady. I think she will be 65 next year. Anyways we made it to the shoe store where my mom decided that she would try on like 35 pairs of shoes. She tried them all on properly as well. She took a little walk/jog in them and came back every time with some sort of complaint. It was like “the princess and the shoe.” She after much deliberation decided to get the last shoe available to her. We went to the Market for food which was kinda cool. I haven’t been there since it opened and I like it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had to get my mom to drive me to Christina’s house to go and pick up kate from the airport. (she went to work in canmore this summer but had an awful time and so came home early) it was SOOOO hot out and we decided that it would be better to roll the windows down instead of putting on the AC in the car. I had knee sweat and that weird line you get on your lower back. Christina was wearing a tiny pretty cute tank top with some nice boob viewage as well as kate who was wearing a super low v-neck. I was wearing my t-shirt with a tank top underneath with jeans and hiking shoes. (I’m obviously retarded) Christina was so hot that she stuck her finger into her cleavage and then wiped it on my arm. THE FUNNIEST THING THAT HAPPENED TODAY. It was such a weird feeling…. “her boobs made that sweat…weird…” someday I’m sure that someone will wipe their butt crack sweat on me. But right now I don’t have that tight of a relationship with anyone…. I’m not speaking of the “stink-palm” that appears in “mallrats” I’m talking upper butt crack sweat. Its funny when its hot out. Sitting on things and leaving a steamy butt mark on the surface. I get butt crack sweat.. not the regular crack but my weird cheeky bottom part sweat.. (see below)some people get pit stains. Boob sweat. Horribly placed sunburns. The pealing that goes along with the burn… the picking off of the skin from the burn… everyone does it… don’t pretend you don’t. it’s impossible not to. (like popping huge white heads... and to people who don't... careful cuz i'll do it for you.)It’s kinda itchy and it’s satisfying. Especially if you get a gigantic sheath off in one go. Like taking off wallpaper. Whoever gets the biggest piece off wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/butt%20sweat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else goes with summer… sandals. I like my sandals. I bought them from the devil store (rhymes with "awful mart"). Same as jasmines… they are flip flops. I have to say. I am still getting used to the idea of guys wearing them. Maybe because they used to be referred to as “thongs” and well even though I appreciate a relatively naked man body, I don’t like men in thongs… there was a hilarious pic in the Globe a couple of weeks ago of a man wearing an obscene yellow one. I hope I can find the pic online to share with those of you who may have missed the pleasure. Anways last year I couldn’t bear to think of being seen in public with a guy who wore thong sandals. It bothered me that much. This year I am getting a little more relaxed and hopefully I will get over my sexist behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could date a guy who wears thong underwear? I can’t imagine how horrified I would feel if he bent over in public and his thong strap came out of his jeans, like they do on girls. I don’t think I would feel any better if he decided that no underwear at all was needed. I know most of you don’t want to hear this but my father is one of many men (I am sure) who refuses to wear any form of under pant action. I also know a girl who is totally fine with wearing short skirts and no knickers (I like that word). HOW?? Yesterday I experimented with no bra and no underwear underneath my pjs (no one was home). I generally wear thongs everyday (and 800 bras…). So I thought that the change wouldn’t be so astounding. It was. I was soooo uncomfortable. But there is  nothing below the belt that needs support… well not for me anyways (eww…. And I hope it’s the same for any and all the girls who read this) so I don’t get it? Too much airflow? I don’t know. But I like having my junk all locked up tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny panties. Jasmine… where are you at with the underwear these days? I have changed to include some Brazilian cut ones but generally stick to the thong/g-string attitude. Makes me feel like a have a nice tush. Which is super funny to say cuz yesterday Chadwick Puddikins told me that I have a “GREAT ass.” It was super funny. He was very enthusiastic about the whole thing. Made me feel special. I think it’s the only thing in the world you can compliment me on (other than my ears) that I take to heart. So if you ever want to compliment me and have it get through… tell me my butt looks good. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go out tonight. Not sure that I will be. I just had a huge T-bone steak and am feeling pretty lazy. My family sure eats a lot of cow. I would actually love to go to Yuk Yuks it’s one of my favourite places and it makes me feel like someday I too could turn out to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny word I heard on the radio today mukluks. Oh Canada… we are a funny place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to go to Africa and do some helping. But I would have to pay my own way… which is a ton… Jory was telling me of her time there today. And doctors without borders had a set up thing there too. I couldn’t stay long enough to check it out. But I would have liked to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be going now. I need to shower. I am quite stinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your weekend goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xsandos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115058501047302855?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115058501047302855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115058501047302855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115058501047302855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115058501047302855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/06/blimey-its-stinking-hot-out.html' title='blimey! its stinking hot out.'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115042208811992662</id><published>2006-06-15T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:41:28.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Title.. i dunno.. I like Canadia but it's too big?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So do I have any news? Not so much. But I am refusing to write in complete sentences for a while. That post took up way too much time and I can’t say it was any more entertaining than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays are by far the busiest day of the week at the s-club and today my boss was flipping out. It’s super funny when she get all freaked out. The people who were working were competent enough. Well…. There was a new girl and she really was no help at all. So I was the mid person today and I walked into havoc. Which I love. I really actually do. I jumped into things head first and just went for it. It was super busy almost the whole day but that’s how I like it. I am ok at making drinks so I was on bar being all bar girl and chatting with people. I seriously love my job. Talk to people.. make them happy cuz they get their yummy expensive drinks and I get to use my hands to create things. Even if some of it is repulsive… I honestly don’t get how some people like their drinks. SO GROSS. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some weird audit thing going on tomorrow so mama t is trying to get things all proper and labelled. Weird stuff has to be labelled. Stuff on our shelves in the back.. like “grande hot cups” seriously a huge waste of time. But if it isn’t done then we lose points and mama t gets into crap. (and she doesn’t get a nice little bonus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tremendous. Well he is doing ok considering… Hockey tape is holding his bumper on. There seems to be some sort of pattern going on here. Tape and my bumpers. Frick. I swear I’m not a bad driver. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend is fathers day and I have nothing for my father.. actually I am excited that I am working from 2pm on.. gives me an excuse to not see him. It’s not like I hate the guy or anything.. but I can have a more enjoyable conversation with a complete and mute stranger… yes mute. Just through the limited sign language I know (being relatively none) I could be more stimulated than sitting with my pops… sad but true. I’m not so bad… are you doing anything for your dad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to drive out east. But the more I think about it the less realistic the idea becomes. I want to drive straight to Ottawa and hang with the jaz master and then to Montréal and then Québec city. But then the cities become sparse. I doubt I could get enough time off to actually make it to st.johns and Halifax like I would like to. Unless I forego the afore mentioned cities and just head out and come back… so at least two days would be spent driving there and back… and another day in between to get from one place to another… man… this is why Europe is so cool… I could fricking drive to Warsaw from London in the same amount of time it would take to get from here to Halifax…. BULLOCKS Canadia is much to large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been hearing a ton about world cup soccer at work.. soo funny.. I’ve told some regulars that I am without a tv so they come in and tell me about the results from the night before… too funny.. I haven’t retained it all.. so .. meh …but I like watching them get all excited. Well anyone that gets excited about anything is quite fun really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my travels I bought a coat… it got super cold for a stint in Edinburgh and I needed something to warm me up. So I bought a cheap coat… it’s name was “man coat” and here for your viewing pleasure is a pic of the man coat that one of my Canadian friends (sarah) sent to me a couple of days ago …that’s her beside me with her dyke cut …she’s straight tho. Check out the chubby cheeks on me… I look a lot like Booger. So hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/Man%20coat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well slim..if you made it this far leave a msg...let me know if ur gunna keep reading this crap or if u made it to the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you would like to see me cuddling a puppy check out jasmines site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.princessjazz.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;www.princessjazz.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; kind of weird pics just so ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and for two of the funniest stories i have read in a long time check out morgans blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fligerolu.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;www.fligerolu.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; i honestly can't believe she gets paid so much to do the weirdest crap. amazes me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;well i should head to bed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;x'sando's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115042208811992662?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115042208811992662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115042208811992662&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115042208811992662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115042208811992662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/06/title-i-dunno-i-like-canadia-but-its.html' title='Title.. i dunno.. I like Canadia but it&apos;s too big?'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115025722365661206</id><published>2006-06-13T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:53:43.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU FRICKING KIDDING ME???</title><content type='html'>I JUST SMASHED TREMENDOUS ON A STUPID PIECE OF CRAP RACCOON AND I SERIOUSLY DON'T GIVE A DAMN HOW THE ANIMAL FAIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SOOO ANGRY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the bottom weird part of my bumped is all half hanging on and i am going to have to hockey tape it back on in the morning... Otherwise known as 430am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo unhappy right now.&lt;br /&gt;i could cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bre... i want to be mike's partner.. just so ya know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.. now my left eye is twitching.. no word of a lie... BALLS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115025722365661206?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115025722365661206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115025722365661206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115025722365661206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115025722365661206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/06/are-you-fricking-kidding-me.html' title='ARE YOU FRICKING KIDDING ME???'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-115021103591408220</id><published>2006-06-13T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:04:42.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yoghurt and crackers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Saturday I was informed that I write only in sentence fragments. Today it is my goal to write complete and proper sentences. This task may prove too time consuming and much too much effort for me to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jasmine, Breanna and I all hung out Saturday. When all of us get together we never really know what to do. We inevitably end up driving around with no clear direction. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Sparta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was where we ended up. There is a silly crafty place there called “winter wheat”, it has free cookies. Well in all actuality, the cookies aren’t free. You are supposed to make a donation to some lame charity to pay for the tea and cookies. My belief is that they take the money and pay their staff with it. The products there are overpriced and stupid. They also have an over attentive and huge staff which I find makes it hard to steal the cookies and to enjoy my window shopping. We did have some funny conversations while we were there, which is nice. Breanna asked “Do you guys wash your backs?” which I think is a funny in and of itself. To make things funnier we all had to explain how it is that we shower and how in different ways our backs get washed. Jasmine figures her back gets washed when you rinse your hair. I tend to manually wash my back with an exfoliating sponge but find it frustrating and inevitably give up before I have completed my task. Breanna also showed her amazing grasp on the English language by saying “yuh stupid”. A variation on “you stupid…” generally there is another fabulous adjective in the sentence but she failed to see the need for such things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After we finished stealing cookies and window shopping we went to another crafty place of which I do not know the name. Jasmine, being a regular to craft shows recognized the work once we stepped in the door. I found that there were many more bird type sculptures than were needed in that particular venue. As well, the owner of the place had the opposite idea on customer service as “winter wheat” She figured if she remained out of sight for our entire stay we would be more comfortable…in a strange barn… all alone. I was happy to leave that place. We drove the Dairy Freeze to have a pre dinner snack. Everyone had their orders wrong. A ridiculously old lady was our cashier and snack chef. We somehow managed to have fun there as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We next headed back to Jasmine’s house. We all played some weird square-box-cube-nintendo game thing. It was one of those dancing games where you have to step on the correct arrow at the right time according to the music. They had two giant pads so we could play against each other. Oh how very embarrassing. They put me on the very hardest level, just to see what would happen. What ended up happening was me being out of breath and dizzy having an epiphany that I am no longer athletic and I have to rhythm. Never-the-less Bre wants to take dancing lessons now. All we need is partners. Vance will probably be hers but I can’t imagine someone volunteering to get publicly embarrassed and stepped on, on a weekly basis. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Little Mikey Louis once said he wanted to take dancing lessons with me. He is very young and stupid; maybe I could coerce him into it. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I like the word sauce. You have to pronounce it “soawss” as if you are from &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. That’s the first place I’ve ever heard someone say it like that with out faking it. After we finished a scrumptious dinner created by Jasmine’s mom we had some “Sauce and Cake” for dessert. For those of you that are not familiar with it, you can purchase this fine dining creation at such upscale venues such as “the dollar store”. My first encounter with “sauce and cake” was during the summer that I have been trying to repress for a while now. My summer at Breaside. Jasmine and I had a rough go trying to cook for ourselves in our meagre non-kitchen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We ended up trying to cook something that is supposed to be cooked in an oven, in a toaster-over. Bad news I can tell you. My best description of it is “cardboard”. Well my second encounter with the dessert was much more pleasant. It is still not my favourite, but in a crunch it would do just fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I played with a puppy for much too long that night and today I held a baby that is a week old. I don’t know if men get like women do about babies. I bet they get the same feeling as us but not as intense. I need to stay away from all things babies for a while. Or hang out with some five year olds for a bit. Just to get the whole weird warm gross I like babies feeling to go away.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;NO BABIES. Very cute things they are, especially my cousin Seth, SO CUTE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Last night I went to bed at &lt;st1:time minute="00" hour="23"&gt;11pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;. Today I woke up at &lt;st1:time minute="00" hour="14"&gt;2pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;. That is a stinking silly amount of sleep. I have been awake for almost 9 hours now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Right now it feels like it’s about time to go to bed. Very sad thought indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Good news for the day is that I got a raise. My boss called me into work and I had my review. It all went very well, not as I expected at all. My friend from work Christina didn’t like the outcome of her review so I expected a worse fate for me. It turns out I was worrying for no reason. YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The bad news for &lt;st1:date ls="trans" year="2006" day="12" month="6"&gt;June 12, 2006&lt;/st1:date&gt; is “&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s wealthiest man has died”. It seems to be a big deal. Crazy rich people tend to make the news a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No picture for this post. I don’t really have anything new to show you…maybe that means I should get myself a new tattoo or piercing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So last night I came to the realization that I want to live in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Scotland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; be married to someone independently wealthy, have babies, a maid and nanny, and run a youth hostel or a fancy B&amp;amp;B.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Seriously would be so much fun and I would get to meet tons or people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So if there are any single, independently wealthy, attractive men, who have stumbled upon my blog and who think that this is a great idea. Leave me a comment and we should make a date. There are several pictures below in case you would like to know what I look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If there is anyone who knows of a man who might fit this description please inform myself and him so we can arrange something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well I am off to read my book so I can fall asleep and head to the lab tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I hope most of this was in complete sentences. I really am not a literary genius. My apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;x’sando’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-115021103591408220?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/115021103591408220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=115021103591408220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115021103591408220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/115021103591408220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/06/yoghurt-and-crackers.html' title='yoghurt and crackers'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114986878404973536</id><published>2006-06-09T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:59:44.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was a happy boob day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So for the last ten minutes or so i have been trying to take a pic of me. I am having a good boob day... yes a good boob day (something similar to that of a normal persons good hair day….) and so i thought i would try to share that with everyone. The only pic that are anywhere close to being post-able are those in which my smile is absent. I look best when i squish my face all up or when i make a kissy face. this blog is going to be full of pics. (if i can get them uploaded).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are some ideas that have popped into my head over the last several days that i thought would be funny to blog. looking back upon my brainstorms they aren't quite as funny as i originally presumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing is from a couple of nights ago. i came home a little bit late... probably 1230am or so and everyone was in bed and definitely asleep. people go to bed as early as possibly in my house.. lets say about 9-10pm or so. Needless to say i am pretty much guaranteed that everyone was sleeping. As i walked to my room as sneakily as possible so as to not wake my mother who sleeps as though all of us are at risk of assassination at anytime. She wakes up if i sigh too loudly... while in the garage. anyways as i am being ninja quiet to get to my room. i hear someone whistle... in their sleep... and i find myself not only surprised but JEALOUS as well. There is someone in my house who is capable of whistling (whether it was expelled from the mouth or nose i will never know)with no preparation or forethought. For this i am impressed. i have to sit, have a glass of water, put on some lip chap and observe someone else perform this task before i am even ready even think i could possibly whistle. sad but so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my brother and i are both lazy enough that we are willing to pay for someone to come and clean our house so that we don't have to. we have a cleaning lady that comes on thursdays. pretty much randomly during the day. i find that i am always home when she comes. I don't know many people who have cleaners but what is the proper etiquette for my presence at home? i feel like i am in the way and it just feel all around weird being here while she is. so i always make an excuse and run away. now i am not saying that all cleaners on the planet would make me feel awkward but i honestly believe that my house cleaner... Karen... is on speed as well as uppers. she freaks me out. i think she is someones mom that i went to highschool with which just makes it more weird. last week she brought a binder with pictures and told myself an erratic story about how a farmer had put in a drain pipe and when a big rain came it wiped out her backyard and now she was taking legal action... i don't know why she thought i would be interested enough that she brought all of this stuff with her but she did... oh ya.. and i think she has a crush on ed.. she is always gushing over his paintings... its totally bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 06/06/06 happened a couple of days ago. i was a little disappointed to see that no one really freaked out. i really liked all the dumb shit that came along with the y2k but nothing at all came of 666 day. i had a pretty good day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of work!! there is a guy who comes into my store pretty regularly he arrives on a harley and when he gets off the bike he puts on a cowboy hat. For the longest time I have tried to commence a conversation with the man but he was always resistant. Very quiet… never says much to anyone.. just gets his coffee and sits on the patio… I couldn’t get through to the guy… well last week i was fed up and wouldn’t put up with this guy paying absolutely no attention to me. So I put my game face on. Went out to the patio and said.. “hey!... so did you hear about the murders we had just a couple door down???” and that did it.. he started talking to me and seemed like an interesting man. I badgered him until he told me his name.. “Trace” and then all satisfied with myself I went back inside to work.. about half an hour later I went on a break and decided that I was going to see if he was just being nice so I would go away faster.. so I went out to the patio and sat down at the table next to the guy. Hahaha too bad for him.  And to my surprise he turns his chair around and starts blabbering at me… and that’s when I find out what he does for a living which almost knocked my socks off.. and it probably would have if my dockers hadn’t been secured as well as they were.  Mr. Harley riding, cowboy hat wearing, strong silent type… coaches for western… “well that’s not so weird” you say…  “what does he coach???” and I say.. with a huge smile on my face… “cheerleading”  not a word of a lie.. he went and got his business card and a pamphlet…&lt;br /&gt;what can I say… don’t judge a book by its cover… or even the writing it has on the back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alrighty that was al composed by me about 24 hours ago. Last night my connection was being crappy so I saved my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inbetween then and now I….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner. Mmm I love bbq.&lt;br /&gt;I also got chased around by my brother. I often wonder what it would be like to be from a real family. Will my brother always be chasing me around? Even when I am old and grey and can’t run anymore? Probably… it just seems like he would enjoy it even more if I had to fight him off with a cane … using our canes like light-sabres when we are 60. I think I might invest in a super charged wheelchair so I can get away with minimal effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollerblading was the next event of the evening… I drove into town and parked outside of the Duck residence and went for it. I am a terrble rollerblader and going down hills where you have to stop at the bottom is my least favourite thing to do. I have pretty much mapped out a route in which I avoid any need for an immediate stop. I can’t stop at all.. I always fall on my ass.. or well  my face… yesterday I did pretty well… I saw a whole bunch of people I knew but they didn’t know who I was and that is  pretty fun.. I got all sweaty which was the goal and I listened to my new cd “punk goes 90’s” which I am loving… so I probably looked to the untrained eye like I was on the verge of falling for the enirity of my excercising but I was trying to dance… looking back… it was flailing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home all nice and stinky. Took a quick bath. I really don’t mind my own stench. It’s not so bad. And I am sure that most people are that way. Kinda like the poop thing. No one minds the smell of their own… well usually.. sometimes we have surprisingly odious poops.. but generally we prefer the smell of our own to anyone elses… I think the world would be completely different if we couldn’t stand the smell of ourselves.. we would all make more effort not to sweat. We would eat better… less red meat.. stop with such spices as garlic and curry. And shirts would be built equipped with anit perspirant and pants with fart guards… washrooms would have better ventilation.. oh the world we would have…I can’t help but think of a toilet that suctions your butt when  you sit and so no methane will escape at any point during your stint on the thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s enough of that.. I also downloaded 3 pics that I took of me… yes me.. yay.. but the internet went on my last night when I tried to post this… so I was a bit upset…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the scrunchy face… I quite like it… it reminds me of a face that a girl made in 40 days and 40 nights… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/necklace%20006.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/necklace%20006.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is my kissy face and I like it cuz we get to see some boob action as well as the kiss makes me look like I hae a nice jaw there is a hair on my boob which totally grosses me out but I like the rest of the pic so I am dealing with it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/necklace%20020.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/necklace%20020.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is my boob pic!!! I told you I was having a good boob day. It’s a pic of my on my back porch looking into the boy washroom. So I am reflecting off of the window and the mirror.. and the light is nice so I like it lots..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/necklace%20013.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/necklace%20013.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Since last night I have slept and finished one of the dumbest books I have ever read… but I always finish them when I start in hopes of them getting better… it didn’t the ending was horrendous. There was a letter God and the guy beat him by cutting up all the letters that the God was throwing at him.. “he was putting himself into the letters” it was honestly retarded…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro woke me up this morning to ask me to go shopping for him before work today to buy him shorts and sandals so he can go to the beach tonight… needless to say I was a little annoyed… but look at me getting up early to go and do it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well that is all I can afford to type at this time….&lt;br /&gt;I have to get ready for work and to go shopping…&lt;br /&gt;Oh and ryan.. you suck for actually finding this site… ur such a stalker… : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x’sando’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114986878404973536?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114986878404973536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114986878404973536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114986878404973536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114986878404973536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterday-was-happy-boob-day.html' title='Yesterday was a happy boob day...'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114957179154636535</id><published>2006-06-05T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T01:29:51.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Again with the smelly feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/P9250020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is lab day. (Today i decided to be lazy and stay home until i had to leave for work.) There is this girl that has recently started at the lab. I believe that she is in university and this is her summer placement along with about 4 others.. all just in the environmental bacteriology lab.. (which is getting too cramped for my likings...) anyways about this girl (lets call her deb cuz i have no idea what her name it) for some reason unknown to me, i feel this weird tension. i'm not comfortable at first.. i immediately don't like her right off the bat... and i can tell she is doing the same thing with me. now its one thing for me to not like someone right off the bat but it is entirely another when someone doesn't like me. haha so now i don't see this chick as an enemy but as a challenge.. i now have to get her to like me. is this normal 20 something year old behaviour? will i be doing this for the rest of my life...? it's just a big game to me...&lt;br /&gt;i honestly don't understand it tho.. why would i not like someone immediately... almost feel threatened by her presence? this happens all the time.. at work with new people. when i meet my friends other friends... i am seriously a crazy, jealous, attention hoarding, horrible person. this really fits well into my "i'm a horrible person" phase i am going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now my friend ryan and i are concockting the easiest way to get his father infected with ebola... pretty horrible but it is stinking funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm baby carrots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the movie i watched with the rents has given me hope... if a movie of that caliber can be produced and viewed by unsuspecting people such as my family than i could totally write an amazing screenplay.. it would take a while for it all to kinda be in order so people would understand but i think it would be super funny... maybe only to me but i would watch it always and bre would probably like it too... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i did something super dumb... i worked from 615am to 945pm and then went out to "call the office" for one beer. you say "why would you do that??" and i say i dunno.. i think i was trying to prove a point... to myself. i have been continually turning down offers to social activities for a while now and so yesterday was my day to say to myself.. "it's not cuz ur tired... so fix it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to alex cibiri right now.. oh jaz i bet ur sooo jealous..!! making plans for a date in toronto.. ya thats right!!! probably won't happen cuz i always back out of things but u know.. right now its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to have a nice stomach like either one of these ladies... but i don't want to work for it... i have myself under the impression that if i keep having the horrible eating habits that i have obtained from working weird hours that i will someday miraculously have a nice little 6 pack that was hiding under years of compulsive-over-eating.. wow my images keep getting lost.. that really gets me annoyed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well imagine a biff naked stomach.. thats what i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan is trying to convince me that we will someday have sex... he wants me to give him a percentage chance that he has before the age of 30... this is a conversation we have on a nightly basis.. it is super hilarious. he just does it for laughs.. and i'm sure he would love for me to one day cave and say i would... but as of right now.. it is a tradition that we have held since i am guessing grade ten.. and i am sure it will continue for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets play a game.. who/what is this action...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/P9250020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have eaten a half a kilo of baby carrots... i am supporting darrin the carrot farmer... we used to be such good friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jlo is hot but not a talented actress.. she should just be a model.. no talking.. i would appreciate her much more that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should head to bed it is much too late and i need my happy sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long.... fare well... etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;support canadian baby carrot farmers.. eat more carrots everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x'sando's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114957179154636535?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114957179154636535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114957179154636535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114957179154636535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114957179154636535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/06/again-with-smelly-feet.html' title='Again with the smelly feet'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114937594514153643</id><published>2006-06-03T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T19:05:45.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratz to Canadian police!!</title><content type='html'>So I guess Canadians aren't as safe as we thought that we were. I always thought that because we try to remain low profile and pretty much just keep our heads down that we are safe from terrorism. Apparently not! Which is fucking nuts. OK. i am not racist. not even a little. But what the hell are our immigration people doing? There were SEVENTEEN people arrested yesterday all muslim??? that are suspected of terrorist activities. They had three tons of fertilizer to blow shit up... the Oklahoma bombing used only one ton... they were intent on doing some major scary ass damage. Well i say way to go to police officers and investigators involved in the arrests. Keep up the good work. This ladies and gentlemen is where some of our tax dollars go. I am damn proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly freaks me right out.&lt;br /&gt;soo.. i was going to tell you about my visit to my papa's house for dinner.. it was for terry's birthday. well first sign that things are going to turn to shit.. jeff fucks off... says he's plowing or some other lame ass farmer excuse. so i go after my shift pick up some flowers and change my entire outfit while driving. i get there and i am soo screwed. terry is all pissy. she is sitting outside and not really talking. i spent from 3pm to 7pm not saying anything at all. we watched the cooking channel.. which i have to say is one of my favourites.. Especially jamie oliver and his new show. so it turns out that terry is mad at my dad cuz "he forgot her birthday" he said he was sorry and explained everything. my dad isnt really the type of guy who forgets.. so i think she was trying to cause some shit. my dad gave me my gramma's poncho and a whole bunch of crazy knitting stuff that i can't identify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine. i want a tuque. same as the last one only smaller. how do u knit in circles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now.. ed being the fabulous and giving man that he is.. is freaking out and threatening to cut off the power to my brothers room. jeff has the only tv in the house. that is where i go to relax.. but ed spends his days and nights in there... so today when ed royally pissed jeff off just because he is completely inconsiderate.. jeff did his amazing passive aggressive thing and put a lock on the tv before he left for a wedding he was going to. he let me know the code before he left.&lt;br /&gt;jeff and i have a weird relationship. if he moved out i don;t know how much i would see him.. he comes and bothers me.. i do the same to him. he gets me to do his hair before he goes out.. borrows my belt... and i always have to give him a once over just to make sure he is dressed appropriately. too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were jeff i would lock my door and never let anyone in my room. but i am the middle/youngest (depends how you look at it) and so i am selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is poofy... oh baby.. so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guess what? i have a tiny little light that i use to read with at night. i have several other large lights that are easier to read by... but because i am a loser i use the little one. so.. while using the big light in my room. there is always banging against my window. not just the "ting ting" of tiny retarded bugs who have a compulsion to find and get the light. i actually have a thumping against my window... one night while in a stupor i look to see what is making such a racket... and to my surprise and panic attack it is what i am going to assume the largest moth in north america. not joking. FUCKING HUGE. i almost sobbed screamed puked pissed shit and passed out all at the same time. i convulsed and danced around. i had to run from my room and turn out the lights in there so maybe it would go away. i danced around in the kitchen as silently as i could trying to lower my blood pressure. from then on. the only light i am willing to use in my room after dark is tiny and run with 1 AAA battery. it's a bit of a pain in the ass.. but so is the anxiety of having a gigantic man eating moth smash in my window to get at my light. never more never more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think i might make an ok comedian. the real world doesn't seem to fit me very well. i am listening to the CBC radio right now and there are canadian comedians on right now. we really have to be the funniest nation in the world.. we do tend to make fun of ourselves a ton. and thats what i like doing the most. make fun of me. but some people think i am doing it to put myself down. i'm not.. i'm just trying to get a laugh. so just chill and laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to upload the dog pic again.. getting a little upset with it tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/kc%20outside%20048.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;can't even see my pooch.. she is quite cute tho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again my cat is insane and scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i should go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ny rents rented a movie.. something about a gramma lecturing her grandaughter about sexual energy...&lt;br /&gt;will let u know how it goes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xsando's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ytsirk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who wrote comment #5 on my last blog???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114937594514153643?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114937594514153643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114937594514153643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114937594514153643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114937594514153643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/06/congratz-to-canadian-police.html' title='Congratz to Canadian police!!'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114913603086849048</id><published>2006-05-31T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:27:10.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar, do, do, do, do, do, do oh, honey, honey....</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure but i don't think that there is any honey involved. Tomorrow is my sugaring day.. yehaw. below the belt hair removal is always cause for celebration. no?? well i think it is... i also think that everyone should involve themselves in some hair removal activities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally love bald men. They don't have to have lost their hair naturally but a "bic-ed" head always looks good. It might stem from my disgust with hair... or maybe i just enjoy a well shaped head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men and women of all ages!!! please learn to pluck. or pay someone to do it for you. I have to admit that i myself was a late bloomer when it came to the plucking. i have only recently started looking after my eyebrows on a consistent basis. some men are lucky and have no need to pluck. i don't know any women that don't need to clean up here and there. men with unibrows. ie. my brother. please just stay still and let us pluckers get those hideous hairs that take you from homo sapien sapien to neanderthal. there are probably five hairs that we need to get rid of and if you stop whinging the process would be over in a more timely fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facial hair in general grosses me out. 5 o'clock shadow is ok (not for kissing) but hair sprouting from all over the face is generally a turn off. some men can pull of a goatee (as long as i am not dating them) and no man... seriously.. no one should have a mustache... i guess this includes women. i know of some ladies in the world that have darker... lets say "peach fuzz" than others and i say bleach it if you're lazy or remove it if your not. cuz honey there is now way i could enjoy a mustache on a man or a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this brings us to nose and ear hair. most of us don't have to worry about these things just yet.. but i do anyway. trim your nose hair everyone! get in the habit now so when you are old and going through weird hormone problems and you are growing too much body hair.. you will be prepared! Be proactive people! and ear hair.. well.. just keep an eye out for those unsightly beasts and while you are doing that PLEASE CLEAN YOUR EARS cuz earwax build-up makes me nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a select few people out there who are into the habit of trimming their eyelashes.. please stop. This is a positive feature and everyone likes long eyelashes... If men wore mascara i would be soooo happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to chest hair... umm.. a tuft is ok... if it spreads from your chest to your shoulders.. its not ok.. and it should all be short and neat. women with nipple hair.. please pluck it... there can't be that many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back hair.. there should never ever be any present ever. End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armpits. Honestly. If everyone shaved them i would be happy. But if you are super adverse to the idea of shaving your armpits than please trim them. Short. Ladies.. completely remove all remenants of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nether regions. There should be a tuft present so that you don't end up with the prepubescent look i've happened upon. And shall never go back to... ever... the rest should be removed however you see fit.. and the tuft hair that remains should be short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butt hair... i don't care how you would get rid of it.. but i can't say i would find it a turn on... i personally can't imagine shaving my butt... i guess there is hair that grows on the boarders of the nether regions.. remove it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leg hair.. i like it trimmed or gone on guys and completely absent on girls.. this includes toe hair no one should have toe hair. i have to say that i didn't start shaving my legs until i was in grade 9.. the end of gr 9 actually.. only been shaving my toes for a couple of years now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moles... hair should be removed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soap... the whole reason i brought up hair... i can't bring myself to use a bar of soap that has a hair planted in it. it happened this morning.. i used shampoo to wash everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair in food. can't deal with it.. Especially if i am a guest in someone's house or i am out to eat. i'm not the type of person to send something back but i sure as hell stop eating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairy fingers freak me right out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then they weird part is... hairless pets are creepy and i would never own one. except for fish.. i love fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the best pic i could get with my pooch.. there were about 30 other pics that were of me getting licked.. so if i'm not smiling its cuz i was caught off guard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last two nights i have come home with some of the smelliest feet imaginable.. yesterday was worse.. i sat on top of them trying to cover up the smell... it didn't work.. it almost made my eyes water.&lt;br /&gt;breanna has body odour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read my last blog before writing this and i have to say sorry to jasmine. i really only write these when i get home from work right before i go to bed.. so i don't check them very well.. i spelled tons of stuff wrong and i always have improper use of punctuation. i know that bothers you. and it probably won't change. so once and for all "i'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.. pic uploading takes FOREVER!!!! mm i want some food.&lt;br /&gt;i google peoples names when i meet them... is that weird?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114913603086849048?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114913603086849048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114913603086849048&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114913603086849048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114913603086849048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/05/sugar-do-do-do-do-do-do-oh-honey-honey.html' title='Sugar, do, do, do, do, do, do oh, honey, honey....'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114896548533178332</id><published>2006-05-29T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T01:04:45.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonielyn Rocks the Casba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So my buddy jonielyn dropped by the sbucks today!! yay.. she has a habit of showing up about once every month or so to say hi and chat for a couple min. It's fantastic! she came just to see me!! AND then she said that she somehow convinces herself to read this awkward literary attempt at being a blog regularly.. which is exciting cuz i thought only 3 people read this thing... so my day from there was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some stupid stuff at work.. i had to throw away some 1/2 and 1/2 cream so i decided that i was going to try to make butter.. so i put it in a canister and started shaking it... My buddy chandell helped me out... we shook the canister randomly (between customers and any tasks that required two hands) for about 2 hours... and what we ended up with was foamy cream all over the counter... it was about 2 cups and chandell dropped it on the counter.. it exploded... kinda funny... any who the butter making project turned into a gigantic funny mess... that i made her clean up.. : D oh the joys of being a boss.... chandell is referred to as chanda-luna by me at work.. that is her obese name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"curse you plastic moldsmen!!!"&lt;br /&gt;thats a quote from the funny movie i saw last night with becci. "over the hedge" i seriously laughed my butt off.. i loved it.. but i find that i laugh at stuff no one else does and it's kinda awkward.. cuz when your in a theater and you are the sole person who laughs... it makes you feel simple and very conscience of what kind of laugh you have... mine if fairly loud and obnoxious.. chadwick puddykins commented on it last week. said it was "awesome" then described it as being "cackle like... almost evil" and he meant it as a compliment... HAHAH i'm not too sure i know many women out there that could take that specific wording as a compliment ... maybe Deborah.. she would.. be she is evil.. so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was almost - sort of outdoorsy yesterday!!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;I went to becci's farm to visit a baby colt. His mom died giving birth to him in the field which sucks soo much.. kinda makes me feel ill really... anyways so they found him and brought him up to the barn where they keep him.. he is super friendly.. which is why i went to visit... cuz i am scared shitless of horses.. i have seen the damage they can do.. soo anyways this one is probably 100 pounds and super clumsy still so i thought i would check him out... there is a goat that the family bought to produce milk for him.. they actually bought a mare first to see if they would take.. but it turns out the mare is psychotic and makes funky ass noises... so the colt was better off with a goat for a momma... the goats name is "martinique".. but i have a funny feeling that the amish man who sold the goat made it up when they asked... so this little baby horse of remarkable cuteness follows you around and loves to be touched.. so i went into the barn to go and see it... yes thats right ... into the scary bennett barn in flip flops to see a horse...(right here is where u are supposed to be impressed.).... anyways the thing is so cute and i am going to take a picture of him soon so u can see how retardedly cute he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bre... ya she probably has one of the weirdest jobs ever... she is a RPN and she works in a old people home not too sure of the politically correct term. i can't imagine liking it myself.. i would get all depressed that my patients were croaking left,right and center... but somehow she manages it... i think its days like like she had last week that help her get through... she helped an old lady decide what channel to watch... now i'm not judging...but i'm not sure that her schooling prepared her well enough for such things... it's a good thing she's a bright kid and has had several hundred hours of at home practice... i guess you could call it homework. now to help an old lady find a channel is one thing.. but to sit down for TWO HOURS and flick channels with a lady who is perfectly capable of flicking them herself is entirely another. i say way to go to bre. that is some amazing self sacrificing service that you are putting in there and i can only say that i am glad you are a better person than myself. by the way.. in the end.. the old lady chose cartoons... thats awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love feta cheese and carrots...together.. in a bowl.. i love bowls.. everything should be served in bowls.. things that need to be cut should be done so before the serving... in bowls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss traveling... here is probably my favourite pic from my trip.. i guess some of you have viewed it previously.. but it really is quite fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/PA230205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i suppose i should head to bed now. i need my beauty sleep.. or well at least my not cranky sleep... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;leave me a message if you like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;to bed i go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;xsandos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114896548533178332?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114896548533178332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114896548533178332&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114896548533178332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114896548533178332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/05/jonielyn-rocks-casba.html' title='Jonielyn Rocks the Casba'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114878170401028952</id><published>2006-05-27T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T22:01:44.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Iced Venti, half-sweet, light ice, green tea lemonade</title><content type='html'>ok. so shannon did the job... and personally i think she did wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;she chopped all of my hair off.. ya thats right. I am going to write as much as i can tonight and put my pic at the bottom so that you have to go through the effort of either reading this to find out there is a new pic... or see if luck is on your side and you may just happen upon the sexy new "do". i call it the shannondo. she likes the name.. but she didn't want me to refer to her if the whole thing turned out to be a terrible idea... i'd probably say the same thing if i were her.. and perhaps make the person sign a waiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it feels weird to have a new head and i can't say i like the attention i'm getting from it.. maybe it's just the after affects of buying a new car and getting soooo much attention / advice / skepticism / judging.... so i'm just a bit hypersensitive to anything anyone has to say about me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who know me and have been with-in earshot of my rants about my hair have heard about the threats of the dyke-cut are happy to see the compromise i had to take.. shannon wasn't willing to go super short off the batt.. i had no idea what i was getting... i didn't get to check myself out until i had the end product.. which made me realize i have better self restraint then i realized as well as it's amazing how many reflective surfaces i check myself out in.. everything.. computer screens, watch faces, microwaves.. i had to turn off the lights to go pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done it again... lost all ability to recall all of my magnificent ideas for topics on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i climbed into the hatch of my car today..THAT my friends is a feat in and of itself... then i was able to squish my ample ass between my fairly generous captain chairs of my tremendous... and then i went off roading.. ya thats right!!&lt;br /&gt;i drove on the lawn.. : D don't tell Ed. he'll freak right the fuck out.. man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about ed for a moment...&lt;br /&gt;he's "laid-off" right now. which means.. yes that's correct.. he is home ALL of the time... so what does that make my house? hell... honestly... he bitches about the dumbest shit.. "i just cleaned that counter...pick up ur glass" well.. if he only knew how gross he is.. man.. anyways he does one tiny task in a 6 hour range and pretty much lays on my brothers bed and watches tv... and then just keeps watching... i don't know whats on tv.. seriously.. he's gets blazing angry about stupid shit and then i have to retreat to my room before i explode in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm afraid to be confrontational at all because i find i always want to smack the shit out of people... horrible really. i've never been in a true fight before but i have almost been in a couple... yup.. one at a hockey game.. how canadian is that?? oh man i sooo hope the oilers take home the cup this year.. we deserve it after the Olympic tragedy... not that i really cared at all about that.. i think it was a good wake up call for us... we need to start paying more attention to the winners... in other word... THE WOMEN athletes.. i think we have fantastic chick athletes... our guys are mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i should be opinionated right now but.. i am much too lazy. and my belly is killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm giving up on the long exciting blog idea. so tired.. work totally kicked my ass today. and i just ate some mexican pizza which i'm not too sure i'll be thinking was such a great idea in a couple of hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am some day going to dedicate a blog to poop.. such an awesome subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a chinese fortune about 2 months ago and i find that i am still waiting for it to come true.. is that weird?? please comment on that... please...&lt;br /&gt;i kept it and stuck in the the frame that jazz made for me along with a couple others.. none of them have come true.. losers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find i can't smile and look pretty at the same time.. so i don't smile in pics that i take of myself.. but if you know me i pretty much am always smiling and making a dumb face (most natural)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/kc%20new%20hair%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this one is specifically sexy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/kc%20outside%20082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wanna give a big shout out to joyce.. it's weird that you chose to comment on the blog where there is profanity in the title. made me feel weird when i read it.. felt guilty for some weird reason.... guess i feel like i shouldn't swear infront of you... and yet.. i continue to use such vernacular.. so this is me apologizing for the afore mentioned and the future use of offensive language. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've decided i like country music. quite a lot really..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so tomorrow i am going to my dads for some food.. he bribed me with prime rib and well as a poncho that my "late" gramma katie made. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this event will surely spark some good things to talk about on here.. it's easy to rant and rave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well have a gggggggreaatt day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;off to bed i go..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xsandos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ytsirk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114878170401028952?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114878170401028952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114878170401028952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114878170401028952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114878170401028952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/05/iced-venti-half-sweet-light-ice-green.html' title='Iced Venti, half-sweet, light ice, green tea lemonade'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114859247980561257</id><published>2006-05-25T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:27:59.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Chuck Noris.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;So i was caught yet again on the easy listening channel whilst driving my Tremendous home. There is a program that i hate with a specific passion and it is the "john tesh" radio show. "Advice for your life" etc... (at least it's not love songs with delighlah (sp?) anymore) So anyways the advice for your life that i heard while driving home was. "Guys.... how to know she is the one..." Three things you need to consider before taking that walk down the aisle. First of all "does she have any hobbies? Relationships often work out better if your woman has a passions outside of work.. that way she won't always be depending on you for (insert "entertainment".. i forget the actually wording..). Secondly does she surprise you? Does she go out of her way and think of just you and what you like? That way you you keep relationship fresh and new feeling longer if you are both working to surprise. And lastly do you think she is smarter than you? Experts say that people who have open debates and speak their minds often have stronger relationships." Anyways.. whilst i was listening i was comparing myself to these particular standards. well sort of.. within my last non-relationship.. and well... i've come to the realization that i have no hobbies what-so-ever.. no passions at all actually.. i don't really buy people stuff.. sometimes i can be surprising.. but rarely is it on purpose... and well.. i speak my mind in an environment in which there isn't likely to be rebuttal and i run from any sort of confrontation... even between other people. So anyways this is all to prove a point. By the sounds of it and according to "johnny t" and his magazine article research i am not a "down the aisle type of gal" so PLEASE nobody should fill in the poor kid that i am badgering into marriage... lips sealed shut everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else is going on...?? well i had tons to say.. but i forget most of it. I saw da vinci's code and well.. after reading the book.. a disappointment.. i'm sorry to say.. but i really did think the book was fantastic.. some things i would have changed.. but otherwise.. excellent... it gives you the feeling that you are running through it scrambling as fast as you can to find the clues... quite good. and a great message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmen III is out tomorrow!!!! AHHH sooooo excited.. it's retarded.. i might just go alone.. i don't want anyone to ruin it for me... yes i am that big of a loser... that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make a special mention to Bre... Start blogging again or i'll start stalking you again... dum dum duuuuummmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i'll be getting my hair cut tomorrow.. i guess i should take some pics of it tonight to show off the difference... not sure how dyke-ish i will look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. last night i wanted to come on here and write a whole ton of stuff and now i find myself struggling to recall what i thought to be fantastic ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chadwick puddykins has his cd release party tonight and has made it quite clear that he would appreciate it if i came.. but there is something about having to be at work for 515am that makes me rethink things.. he knows i'm not going.. and for that i am sorry... for 4 days in a row i have to be up for 415am to be to work on time.. do i sound old?? saying things such as this makes me feel old.. and yet in retrospect i have been ditching people for what could be considered my whole life to ensure that i get a proper sleep. and what does that make me... you say?? well... i'm not sure... i am not usually thought of as responsible so i think it's selfishness and well.. my antisocial side coming out as well... honestly.. most of the time i have more fun at home.. perhaps i can blame my mother for this. she generally volunteers to be my scape-goat. she has made my home life much too nice to want to be going outside the house looking for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH YES!! the dream! i remember now. i had a crappy ass dream the night before last. I was told by my gyno (don't actually have one.. yes yes i know...) that i had cervical cancer i came home and told my parents and all my mom had to say was "well i guess i'll have to be doing your homework for you.. won't i???" there was heaps more weird crap but i won't delve into that stuff right now incase someone on here is some sort of dream analyst...so anyways ...i woke up crying.. like wretching crying.. but no tears.. its a tad bizzare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wearing a ring i can't get off.. been on for quite a while now.. don't think i'll lose the finger.. well i'm sure i can get it off.. but it's not worth the pain it will cause... here's a pic... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/kc%20outside%20041.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michael buble's "save the last dance for me" is stuck in my head.. that guy has a fricking great voice.. i wish i could download music or afford a couple cd's.. honestly.. : D i don't understand this whole sharing of the online music thing anyway.. if you like a a group/band.. support them by buying their cd... "s club" has a music store where you purchase songs on an individual basis and make a mix cd kinda thing.. i think it's a fab idea... you get to preview the songs.. i dunno.. it's cool tho... we don't have any of them in canada yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checking out extremely outdated hairdos right now.. oh baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is a pic of my feet.. i rather like this pic.. feet are pretty stinking cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/kc%20outside%20040.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smell horrific right now... oh man. i was the stinky kid at work today!?!? ME! well i was all paranoid that i was anyways.. i am compulsive about smells... before i drink out of a cup or use a bowl i smell it... and i have been doing so for a very long time... it's hard when u r at other peoples houses though.. u don't want to look like you are judging them on their dish cleaning skills. i notice when people change smells.. even when its just detergent.. i smell everything.. anyways... if everyone at work is as sensitive as i am... then they totally noticed my stench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a smelly boss.. just what everyone wanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just keep typing waiting for my pics to upload... dial-up.. honestly blows chunkers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;took me 3 attempts to get these pics on here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;now i am running before something bad happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;x'sando's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;ytsirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114859247980561257?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114859247980561257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114859247980561257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114859247980561257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114859247980561257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/05/fucking-chuck-noris.html' title='Fucking Chuck Noris.'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114844412871670712</id><published>2006-05-23T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:15:28.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Queasy</title><content type='html'>I'm just talking to my pal Ryan right now. I've decided i like the word queasy. Kinda makes me smile.So i'm happy to see it in big letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished eating some cow and a banana. Sounds like i'm on the Atkins diet but i'm not. I'm actually on the "whatevers tastiest and readily available." diet. Readily available often beats out the tastiest and i eat cheese and crackers most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work today was much better. i closed with a girl named chandell. she is tiny. like i'm not sure if she's made it to the 5' range... well anyways she's bossy and it kills me... i love working with her... and her mom is insane.. just btw...she sat outside the "s" club and and honked her horn for like 5 min waiting for her daughter to come out... honestly.. does she think thats going to work?? chandell actually started moving slower because of the embarrassing display.. as i would too if my mom were a nutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the lab today as well. the box room boy somehow always finds out that i am there. seriously... i think the other lab techs are helping him out. i really don't come at a specific time and only every other week if that... so how does he just pop out of nowhere?? i'm glad it was busy today. he couldn't really come over and chat... my mom thinks i should let him take me out... that it would help with the mopeyness... i doubt that.. and i am still wallowing thank you very much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i will write more tomorrow.. i am much too tired after work to do this.. feeling bloated... (just so you have the full picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaz and bre.. the mention of "bm" in the last blog was strictly for your entertainment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love and such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/kc%20outside%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my tremendous and i love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114844412871670712?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114844412871670712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114844412871670712&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114844412871670712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114844412871670712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/05/queasy.html' title='Queasy'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114827018712734615</id><published>2006-05-21T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:56:27.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Telemaphone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So YAYA!!! My friend jasmine called me today! How exciting is that? To those unawares of my married friends' excellence. She rocks. Jaz is one of those people that doesn't let you fall out of touch. She has friends everywhere and somehow keeps in touch with them all. Maybe not every week. But she does cool stuff like make you weird things and mails them to ya. She once framed a chinese fortune cookie slip and mailed it to me. Totally bizarre. She likes to make sure everyone is doing well and wants to help if not. Anyways... she's self-less and pretty funny.. perhaps not on purpose but that makes it even better and i love her to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today. I worked. Not super fun. Was still being mopey and dumb and well maybe some PMS is factoring in. My apologies to any male readers (which there aren't) i know you all figure i "have my rag" but the "P" in pms refers to "pre" meaning "before". Generally around this time i can understand how husbands get murdered and why some women seem to cry at the drop of a hat. Not only do you feel like crap emotionally but my faces generally breaks out into a fantastic display of spots. Mmm everyone likes a good acne episode. Thus demolishing any hopes of even faking that you are feeling ok about yourself that day. Then comes the pot belly. I look pregnant FOR NO GOOD REASON. The muscles in your abdomen tend to relax and sit out. So it looks like i am ready for one mother of a "BM". All in all this is not my most favourite time of month... Not my least either. In about a week or less i will have glorious pains in my gut and some more radiating up and down my back. Not to mention the mess. YUCK. Anyways things at work didn't go as i would have liked which makes some of these business propositions i've received lately look like some of the greenest grass ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother had a couple over for dinner tonight. She actually met them because of me! They met at some reading time I had in Alymer for preschoolers. I always got one of those candy necklaces every time i went. Thus creating a happy time for me. Sue and my mom became friends and so then Becky and i became "friends" we kinda played together when we had to but generally i preferred my own company. So anyways the news is that Becky is getting married this summer. It makes me feel a tad bit weird.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine got married this past summer but it was expected of her. We all knew she would be the first to go. But this kinda comes out of nowhere for me. I felt as though i was on a level playing field with her when it came to getting married. It looks as though that is not the case. I feel like i am being left here as the dust settles around me. I realize that marriage shouldn't and isn't about who gets there first. But i also don't want the used model either later on in life. Getting stuck with rust, leaky tires and baggage... maybe even kids in the backseat. NO THANKS. I know how i feel about my step parents and that's not something i will ever be. If i met the perfect guy and he had children then he is no longer the perfect guy. Sorry. But no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some offers to go out and have some brews with some people from work today. Sometimes i amaze myself with how antisocial i can be. I really do like being home. And i know that drinking right now would not be helpful. Alcohol is a downer. If i'm not in high spirits going into the night i shouldn't drink. I get angry and jealous and generally turn into a horrible person to be around. Even just one beer gets me introspective but with blue tinted glasses. Nothing good can come of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to listen to happier music lately. It's amazing how much a song can dictate the mood that you are in. Quite tricksy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my future is sitting heavy right now. makes me feel like shit. i have no direction. i know that even a thousand mile journey begins with the first step but which direction is that?? i can't even move. i'm so freaked out that i can't even bring myself to make a decision. just sitting hanging out in the middle of the sidewalk watching everyone else pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well enough is enough. there is a kid named slim. and right now. Disappointment is all i've got. sure hope that changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;hope your pets rock as much as mine does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo xo&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114827018712734615?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114827018712734615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114827018712734615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114827018712734615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114827018712734615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/05/telemaphone.html' title='Telemaphone'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114809915640926068</id><published>2006-05-19T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T00:25:56.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you should be so luckeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today!! Is your lucky day! So get up! It's your time to play!&lt;br /&gt;I like that song. Kinda makes you feel good. Lately I've been listening to a whole ton of sodding sappy music. I turn the "dial" so to speak to Q97.5. Which in case you aren't familiar with my neck of the woods is "easy listening" such as Jan Arden and Phil Collins. You know pretty much any love song that your parents are willing to listen to. That's where you'll find it. Mopey seems to seek mopey. I just seem to be wallowing in the shallow pool of muck. I should easily be able to roll out of the puddle. But right now i am "content" where i am. I think i would be less comfortable to be peppy and excitable right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of country musak listening as well. Also because it is sappy. I feel the need to explain myself. Oh well. Something i need to get out in the open today is my sappiness. I'm a huge sap! I like to pretend that I'm without emotion and sit back and "be cool" about everything. When in reality i am a basketcase of the most retarded emotions. Little things get to me. Weird stuff. I don't cry in movies because i don't let myself. I could in probably 90% of all films. Good or otherwise. But i see it coming and distract myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up with crying?? I don't understand?!?! Are we the only animal that cries?? i know of tons of animals that whine like we do. But it's the actual formation of tears that gets to me. At what point in evolution did this become necessary? Do chimpanzee's cry? Some people try to argue that animals don't have emotions. i disagree. My pooch (the best pooch ever just btw) totally has feelings. She gets sad and disappointed and excited and angry and happy and scared. But why doesn't she cry when she feels like shit?&lt;br /&gt;I understand that her emotions aren't as complex as our own and if they are we just don't know it yet. But I would say that being super sad or hurt isn't something that is soley a human trait. i guess i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Someone is going to come on here randomly and write a simple one sentence answer to make me look like i'm deficient. But at least then i will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to Stratford. (quite possibly my favourite place in canada) And saw Oliver. My viewing partner was Dariuz. remember my gay stalker from last summer?? He's back. And apparently on drugs. I have to say i had a great time though. I love musicals. LOVE THEM. They always make me feel like i am doing absolutely nothing with my life. Which is sucky but MAN!!! The kid playing oliver is 9 but he looks like he is 7 or younger. He is a GREAT singer. Craziness! soo cool. I will being going many times this summer. They are putting on 13 main shows.. 1 or so per weekend : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday at work was weird.&lt;br /&gt;I had two people try to recruit me to work for them. "great customer service" etc. which is awesome. the weird part was that when i asked them what kind of position they had available they said "anything you want. i just want you on my team.. what do you want to do...?" i'm seriously like WHAT?!?! so weird&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. i'm not doing to much with that right now. i am pretty happy with the s-bucks right now. i would like to be getting paid better but who doesn't right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"said, i don't know if ever been good enough.. i'm little bit rusty" yay matchbox20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/kc%20outside%20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone out there that actually believes i will be getting married?&lt;br /&gt;stealing a quote "waiting to find the right person... who probably isn't out there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey Deschanel is my hero of the day. She's hot in a super weird quirky way and she can sing... and she is humourous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'm going to cut my hair short. like uber short. think i am going to get my weird toronto cousin to do it. kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think i should write too much more tonight i am a bit rambly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love and such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114809915640926068?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114809915640926068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114809915640926068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114809915640926068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114809915640926068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-should-be-so-luckeee.html' title='you should be so luckeee'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114791270611188966</id><published>2006-05-17T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T20:38:26.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AGAIN with pics even</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/1600/kc%20outside%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/kc%20outside%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back!! Anyone excited other than myself?&lt;br /&gt;No? Oh well. I will continue none-the-less. What is the proper way to write that anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i went outside and took a whole ton of pics of myself. Yes that is right. ME. I guess that says a whole lot doesn't it? Personality trait number ONE - narcissistic to a dangerous degree. Here's websters definition - self-love; excessive interest in one's own appearance, comfort, importance, abilities ect. oh how true it is. This is one of my fav pics from the day. There are a couple of dumb ones that i like better. but they have my face in them so i'm not going to post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i got up and met my father so that we could go and visit my grandpa at parkwood. the place is pretty impressive. some of the best staff i have seen. My gramps is doing ok. but its weird seeing him not able to walk. He used to walk EVERYWHERE like over 10km a day. and now he shuffles around in his wheelchair. his left arm completely useless. makes getting old look terribly hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dad was quizzing me on my educational goals for the year when we went for lunch. yay .. not my favourite topic in the world. but it seems i write about it a whole ton on here. all i have to say is I DUNNO.. i want to marry rich and do volunteer work for the rest of my life. that would be awesome. do something with my life that truly helps out and keeps me busy.&lt;br /&gt;i think i would like to go to africa for that kind of stuff.. aids awareness as well as maybe work with some of our natives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or sit around and pop out babies like i'm trying to populate mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to an english chap that i met in mexico last year. he is a funny kid. has invited me to go to Australia to beat up someone we know. could be a good time. but alas my tremendous has rendered me without the funds. such a sad thought.&lt;br /&gt;i am willing to take donations... gunna set up a fund where people can donate money to keep me sane by sending me out of the country at least once a year.&lt;br /&gt;please help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song i heard the other day that i am loving cuz it is sooo cute.. a country song.. thats right..&lt;br /&gt;"size matters" by joe nichols it's super short and would be better if it had a third verse but i like it all the same. very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7158/1169/320/kc%20outside%20103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i want my ears to look like. how much do u think my surgery could put me back? $2000 or less i would hope. it wouldn't be very invasive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows.&lt;br /&gt;think i would attract the kind of man/woman that is proper for a relationship with ears like that? probably get a few nutters and scare away a whole bunch of proper boys.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent 20 min trying to take a pic of arwyn and myself.i got licked to an inch within my life and got zero nice pics. she is still super cute tho. less smelly too.. jeff gave her a bath!! yay jeff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well i should go.. i fear i have lingered here too long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lemme know how u r&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ytsirk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114791270611188966?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114791270611188966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114791270611188966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114791270611188966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114791270611188966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/05/again-with-pics-even.html' title='AGAIN with pics even'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114779368265431462</id><published>2006-05-16T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T11:34:45.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the best batman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Helllo Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the thing is... i don't have my telephone friend anymore. He has left me for a better place.&lt;br /&gt;Returned to his homeland he has... Leaving me in the dust. Not too sure what to do with myself. I don't really want to miss the kid so I'm trying to get back into this action to keep my mind elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure what to say about me.&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that i bought a smart car and so i am effectively attached to my job my house and definitely this country for a couple of years. Which is feeling like shit right now. My car has an amazing resale value and all i want to do is sell it and run like hell. I suck eh?? it's probably the commitment that is freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is going on?? not too much.. i had to do the store summer setup last night with erin from work. she is super funny. we did the best botched job ever. everything has a place at the bucks and well.. we didn't have the best instructions so we had to make some stuff up as we went along.. fabulous... we had a lengthy discussion on the spelling of fabulous.... too funny. she didn't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the last three days i have been eating for every meal noodle salad. mmm my mom only makes it a couple times a year and when it is around i horde it and become the most gluttonous 21 year old known to man. it gives me horrible breath and i probably have been stinking out everyone at work. well too bad for them!! it's just too tasty to forgo at anytime..&lt;br /&gt;it's a good thing i don't have a significant other there would be some sort of power struggle between them and the salad. it could be messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my petite amie gave me a gift before he left. how much weight do you think you would have to lose in order to change the fatness of your fingers?? quite a bit i would imagine. oh well. i've been planning to do some fat loss activities sooner or later. now i have a little bit of incentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have just finished my heaping bowl of halitosis and am feeling fantastic. should now go and clean my teeth so that my eyes will stop watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dog is the coolest pooch ever. she kinda stinks right now.. mostly cuz its been raining here. but still cute none the less. i'm an expert at admiring from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day and i'm sure i'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114779368265431462?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114779368265431462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114779368265431462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114779368265431462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114779368265431462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/05/best-batman.html' title='the best batman'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114564930022865149</id><published>2006-04-21T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T15:55:00.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homogenized Milk</title><content type='html'>Oh jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny. I love the message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a rather weird email forwarded via telephone today. it was my distract manager explain to my manager that i am not yet ready to be an assistant manager. which to me is slightly confusing. we had some good chats about how fantastic i am etc and how starbucks should be my "career" but apparently not quite yet. meh. i just want more money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to try the new frapuccino's today... oh baby i am going to get F-A-T fat this summer. soo tasty and only like 700 calories per small serving!!! BAM! love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a whole lot going on in my life right now. Looking at cars cuz mine is a health hazard. mostly to me i hope. things are sooo expensive and it's scary. a mortgage is a scary thing.. even if it is just on a car. i was at the mercedes dealership and there was a car there getting serviced that was worth $250,000 hope retarded is that? man. i'd like to buy a house for that amount. or less even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor kid leaves the funniest messages. "how are we ever gunna get married if you never answer you phone?? they don't do answering machine weddings you know..." : D fricking cute. honestly. love it. obviously infactuated with the poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dog is hilarious. i honestly thing she takes after me. she sometimes(well relatively often) just randomly jumps up chases her tail like there is no tomorrow and then catches it and come crashing to the ground. SO funny. she keeps me entertained.&lt;br /&gt;my cat sucks. if there is anyone on the planet that wants the suckiest cat alive just give me a holler and i will fed-ex her to ya. (she'll be fine.. she is the devils cat you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for jasmines question. i wanted to make you work for the answer. lol you just had to read all that crap just cuz i'm an ass. anyways.. the question for anyone wondering is "Is Kristy gay?" Well i can't say just a simple yes or a no. I can honestly say that i would like to say straight out NO. Just cuz i would then feel more comfortable around you guys. However.... As a grow older and become more me and less what society, my mom and my friends expect me to be i find that i am not exactly straight. have you watched the movie Kinsey or know of his scale? Well if not then i would suggest that you do in order to understand my answer. i would say that i am about a 2.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't be weirded out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit weird to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;jasmine i hope that helps you figure things out. i think the only reason it feels weird to type is cuz i know that todd wouldn't feel comfortable with the whole idea. my apologies. if it would make him feel better get him to email me with any questions that he has. if i can explain that would be fabulous. cuz i like toddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should be going now.&lt;br /&gt;not much more to say today without more ramblings of minors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spell check for jasmine's is - seasonings .. lol i thought it was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114564930022865149?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114564930022865149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114564930022865149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114564930022865149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114564930022865149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/04/homogenized-milk.html' title='Homogenized Milk'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114542102944492789</id><published>2006-04-18T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:30:29.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;So you have been writing lots lately. which is FANTASTIC. it makes me feel like i am somewhat involved in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't specifically weird in any way. but i would like to blabber anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i got a call from my assistant manager asking me to come in and work for her because she was sick. Which sucked some major bullocks cuz i was actually supposed to see breanna today...&lt;br /&gt;our visit today would have been the first in a couple months.. whenever jasmine was down and we all ate together.. that was it. the last time. i miss seeing her. she makes me laugh about the dumbest crap on the planet. and we just lay around and do nothing. life with bre is like a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so much for my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the lab this morning to play with my little buddies.. E.coli. which is super fun cuz i am surrounded by nutters. anywho... the supplies room boy... aaron. somehow finds out i am at the lab and came and found me to ask me out for a brewski. pretty funny stuff.. his face got all red and he couldn't look directly at me. t'was a fantastic event. i always thought i made people rather comfortable. Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;anyways i said sure. there is no specific date.&lt;br /&gt;he is kinda weird.. so i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i want to buy a smart car.&lt;br /&gt;if i can afford it&lt;br /&gt;i want one&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;one of those weird looking tiny cars...&lt;br /&gt;perfect for me i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom told me i wasn't allowed to call the minor that i am harassing anymore cuz he is "messing with my head". how funny is that?&lt;br /&gt;she tried at first to make it seem like she was protecting him.. gave me some lamo excuse and then later the truth comes out.&lt;br /&gt;(side note) i was out for a beer with some work colleagues and we were all chatting away.&lt;br /&gt;then 2 guys turn to me and ask "kristy how long has it really been since you've had a bf?" i replied "somewhere in the ballpark of 3 years." and they said "why???" and i said "i dunno."&lt;br /&gt;and now i know!!! i'm blaming my mom! hahah! her opinions reflect those of my own. she makes me think that things are my idea but really they are little seeds of her thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;my mom wants me all to herself... selfish mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a cute kid tho. big fat heart. totally a dumbass. chubby.. love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started reading some random womans blog. she reminds me of how i would like to be.&lt;br /&gt;so i read it.. honestly pretty good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is a big fat sweaty sexist pig. just btw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats gunna happen when i am a 35 yr old single mom cuz i killed my husband and made it look like an accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i am talking to matt, ryan and NOLAN??? online right now.&lt;br /&gt;feels like i'm in highschool again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i can't write anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like you people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114542102944492789?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114542102944492789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114542102944492789&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114542102944492789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114542102944492789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay-jasmine.html' title=''/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114442817653289453</id><published>2006-04-07T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T12:42:56.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Natives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;SO i went to thunder bay. Exciting stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i was sent by starbucks to do some training. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I can't say i participated in heaps of training but i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;make some new friends. Had an intoxicated native try to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;get into the store... very scary. had drugs on him as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;as some scissors. made a Crazy Friend named Viki she wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;to move to ottawa. i told her i would move with her. and we could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;work at starbucks together... some much fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Recently my district manager cornered me and asked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;when i'm going to tell him that i am going to make starbucks a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;career. he continued to tell me that if i wanted i could have my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;store in 24 months it's mine. And he told me how much i would be making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Its not a whole ton but its enough to get by on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but i'm not too sure what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i've applied to school for the fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;knowing that i shouldn't accepted anywhere because i don't have the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;grades or even the classes required. People around me are getting acceptance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;letters and i am just sitting around waiting for some sort of response that will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;dictate my future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;For some strange reason i find myself wanting to get accepted and at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;same time terrified of either outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's all be hard on my self-esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I keep telling myself that if/when i don't get in i will apply to get my visa for some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;outrageous country and live there for a couple of years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Poland or Norway, Iceland maybe New Zealand or Scotland again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Life is good but crappy right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I shouldn't really complain about anything. I have so much. But i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;so useless. I like my job. I have a supportive family. And awesome dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I have a crush on an 18 year old... that's always amusing. (the guy i joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;about wanting to marry) i really shouldn't be so down in the dumps. but i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;maybe this is seasonal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;well i am glad that jasmine liked her earrings.. i couldn't leave the shop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;without them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i have laundry to do.. and maybe i will watch Rent again.. it's raining. I love the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hope all is well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;KC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114442817653289453?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114442817653289453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114442817653289453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114442817653289453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114442817653289453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/04/drunken-natives.html' title='Drunken Natives'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-114109651532231566</id><published>2006-02-27T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:15:15.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cows from Mars</title><content type='html'>So ok.. I admit it.. i suck to the most suckiest degree at writing on this.&lt;br /&gt;Right now i am chatting online with someone and instead of doing something that&lt;br /&gt;needs to be done in the next two days i am procrastinating and letting everyone know&lt;br /&gt;what's going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which should take two seconds.. but i'm going to drag it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i am...&lt;br /&gt;-threatening a minor with marriage.. he was born in the UK and i want him for his&lt;br /&gt;citizenship... i'm such a prostitute... how did i get to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-getting fat... so i'm going no added/unnatural sugar for two weeks... mostly cuz i can't&lt;br /&gt;seem to be able to encourage myself to exercise.. i'm such a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- not eating out for the afore mentioned time-frame unless someone else is paying...&lt;br /&gt;i am spending much too much money on food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-checking out my dog.. Mostly cuz she is amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wanting to go on a date.. i miss dates... so nerve wracking and horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thinking about university and how nauseous it makes me feel.. S M R T.. not so&lt;br /&gt;much. soo not going to get accepted and then i will want to shoot myself in the face...&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be a rough summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-planning (with little to no commitment) a trip or two... one to ottawa.. doesn't&lt;br /&gt;appear that it can be in the near future... a trip to the east coast.. cuz i need more&lt;br /&gt;newfies in my life. and a trip in the fall when i don't get accepted anywhere and i'll&lt;br /&gt;just want to disappear.. so i'm not telling where so no one knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-squeezing my left bum cheek cuz it's numb from sitting so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-consuming too much caffeine.. stinky starbucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-feeling like a dolt at work.. everyone treats me like an invalid and it sucks a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-realizing some of my "friends" suck ass and really aren't very good friends.. i don't think&lt;br /&gt;they read this so it's probably not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-going to bed cuz i have nothing else to motivate me to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you muchly&lt;br /&gt;pretty sure u love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-114109651532231566?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/114109651532231566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=114109651532231566&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114109651532231566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/114109651532231566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/02/cows-from-mars.html' title='Cows from Mars'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-113797677820814145</id><published>2006-01-22T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:45:36.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wiko woaw wik wik wiko</title><content type='html'>Hey Brotha's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had the day off today. Which is nice! But i totally didn't know what to do with&lt;br /&gt;myself so i went shopping and bought new pants and shirts. the pants are very tight.&lt;br /&gt;but they look excellantÈ ( i don't know how to do the "e" thingy). Then i went to becci's&lt;br /&gt;and we went to this weird little cafe on hamilton road in dorchester. it was quaint. i like to&lt;br /&gt;see little touristy things like that popping up in the area. then i came home and ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think amber is here.. but i can't be sure. my brother cleaned his room this morning so&lt;br /&gt;that is a dead give away that a female is calling in the not too distant future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So opening day of the new store was crap.. haha big surprise. the computers are all retarded and&lt;br /&gt;the drive through window is like some crazed monster that wants to take a chunk of anyone willing to stick their arms through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new people are looking to me for guidance. i've never been so frustrated in my life! i don't even know what i am doing anymore! STRESS! and some of the new hires have to be escapees from LPH. or robarts.. lol.. i'm trying to lead by example and explain things that need to be but all i am doing is EVERYTHING for them as well as hold their hands while they learn to mop the floors.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i was just as ridiculous as they are when i started. but they make up they entire staff..&lt;br /&gt;YARG!! ok enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to take a trip soon.. i know it hasn't even been a month since i went to NYC but i was thinking ottawa again or montreal. maybe something stupid like st.johns. i dunno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in need of a vacation. but not for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking online for tickets to "lord of the rings. the musical" very excited!! kinda expensive tho. but i totally don't care. i'll spend the $$ to get the good seats.. that way i can dress up and pretend like i'm rich like all the people i am sitting with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend named christina at work. chrissy for short (EEEEWWWWW what a terrible name) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i have much else going on right now&lt;br /&gt;my dog is still the best dog ever&lt;br /&gt;and i love jakob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;savvy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine.. you need to write on your blogggeeeerrrr as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-113797677820814145?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/113797677820814145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=113797677820814145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/113797677820814145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/113797677820814145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/01/wiko-woaw-wik-wik-wiko.html' title='wiko woaw wik wik wiko'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-113772710466351551</id><published>2006-01-19T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:18:24.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder how long it will take for someone to read this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So hi!&lt;br /&gt;I guess i am in the mood to write something.&lt;br /&gt;My life has been very hectic lately.&lt;br /&gt;I have just moved to a new starbucks and become a shift supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;Things at the new place are retarded. We open tomorrow and 20% of our staff have had enough training to be comfortable to work. Frick!! Things are so unorganized! Then yesterday i has some training for shiftyness and the woman conducting the meeting made me scared of everything. that i could be murdered or robbed or fired. hugging at work is inappropriate. which is not a good thing for me. man! anyways.. nothing fun has happened. i'm casually seeing an old man. i like him. he is good company.&lt;br /&gt;had a friend introduce me to her fiance's friend from school and her only description of him was "he looks like Superman" and he kinda does. pretty muscley and dark hair with a crazy jaw.. not a matt jaw but close to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i don;t get fired or die at work.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be good at my job.&lt;br /&gt;right now it feels like i am terrible at it.&lt;br /&gt;i am in need of some sleep and guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;a ton.&lt;br /&gt;i think i will write you a letter soon.&lt;br /&gt;lots of missage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it is sleepy time... i have nothing postive to say.,..&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-113772710466351551?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/113772710466351551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=113772710466351551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/113772710466351551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/113772710466351551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2006/01/wonder-how-long-it-will-take-for.html' title='Wonder how long it will take for someone to read this...'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-113279286653173976</id><published>2005-11-23T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T19:41:06.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back in action</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps.&lt;br /&gt;What's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i haven't written on this thing in a million years cuz.. it wasn't rewarding anymore. just time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what i have been up to. Lots of work. Christmas rushes are here and so work is hectic right now with a new retarded manager who thinks she knows what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to just sing stupid songs lately and tune the gigantic angry mob out. screw em.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been going out much.. just chillin with a couple of old and new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friday seems like the busiest friday of all.. i was planning to go to hamilton and party it up. then some people from work made me say yes i was going to a pub to see a starbucksian play at his cd release party.. which should be cool. i am becoming part of the cult.&lt;br /&gt;then i got a text message from bre saying that i have to keep friday free cuz jazz is coming down and they want to go and see "rent". which i would like to see but FRICK!&lt;br /&gt;so i think the plan is to go and see rent and then go to the pub afterwards..&lt;br /&gt;sorry ladies.. i'm not done work until 615pm that night anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise i am not doing much.&lt;br /&gt;saw my at home stalker last week.&lt;br /&gt;decided that i think drag queens are hot.&lt;br /&gt;still have a crazy  european rash on my face.&lt;br /&gt;puked french fries last friday. yumm...&lt;br /&gt;and hitting on old men at work... love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try to update more often.. once again this is for danielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-113279286653173976?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/113279286653173976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=113279286653173976&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/113279286653173976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/113279286653173976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-in-action.html' title='back in action'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-113085240543306031</id><published>2005-11-01T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:40:05.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by the princess</title><content type='html'>10 years ago: I was in grade five and skiied into a tree spread eagle... who planned this survey anyways???&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago: I was in grade 11 chasing men like there was no tomorrow and dating who i thought at the time was the guy of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago:I was in school for massage therapy.. wasting my mothers money.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: i walked around guildford with a soon to be 19 yr old english chap and went to see the movie kinky boots... very cute movie...&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy: cookies, gummy candy(they have a deficit of gummies here) mangos, chips ??.&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do with 100 million dollars: i would buy a country in africa.. then i would see if i could show the world how a little generosity can go a long way... or i would travel.. buy my friends cottages on our own private lake and have a jet so i could go get them when i felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;5 places I would run away to: SCOTLAND!! man oh man.. then home then bres then ottawa then cancun&lt;br /&gt;.5 things I wouldn't be caught dead in: value village.. haha, most of jasmines clothes.... strange mens underwear.. or womens... i guess anyone elses underwear... a toronto maple leafs jersey.. hahah xoxo todd...&lt;br /&gt;5 favourite shows: CSI, house, lost, prisonbreak, me on stage.. haha jks&lt;br /&gt; 5 bad habits: jealousy, picky wedges in public.. picking my nose and flicking it... sniffing.. letting people down&lt;br /&gt;5 biggest joys: people who are goodlooking.. lol, friends family beer and chips&lt;br /&gt;5 favourite toys: internet, tv, text msg, machines at work, people&lt;br /&gt;.Tagging: i have no friends to pass this on to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-113085240543306031?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/113085240543306031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=113085240543306031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/113085240543306031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/113085240543306031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/11/tagged-by-princess.html' title='Tagged by the princess'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112948212446873352</id><published>2005-10-16T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T13:02:04.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SO EXCITED!</title><content type='html'>I found jake... i missed him sooo much.. i was all depressed but i just found him right now!!&lt;br /&gt;i am sooo happy!&lt;br /&gt;crazy man from napal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rksiyt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112948212446873352?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112948212446873352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112948212446873352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112948212446873352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112948212446873352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-so-excited.html' title='I&apos;M SO EXCITED!'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112930263441279056</id><published>2005-10-14T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T11:10:34.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Edinburgh</title><content type='html'>So i broke down and bought a coat today... it's getting a bit chilly here...&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven't been writing on here very much but the internet is quite expensive so i&lt;br /&gt;didn't view this as being high priority...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is super cool here.... lotsa hills tho.. my legs are getting a beating... i climbed to the top of arthurs seat last night... pretty high up.. we made it just in time for sunset.. B-E-A-Utiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda want to go on a tour tomorrow but it might be booked up or not running.. it's not online... but it seems like a pretty cool tour... maybe i will do some random stuff this week and then come back for it next saturday... i dunno.. but i have too much internet time left to just get up and go to the office to see if i can go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people here are pretty cool.. the girl who sold me the coat was super nice and she told me where i should go tonight which is awesome cuz i went to a couple of really terrible clubs while i have been here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room is almost too big... 38 people to a room.. which is nuts... but kinda cool cuz its so cheap... it's just harder to meet people in such a large room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have decided to go to aberdeen this sunday and maybe perth and dundee in between... then come back here to do the tour...&lt;br /&gt;ya.. thats what i am going to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well nothing really to tell... i need a hug.. kinda wish bre was here so i could use her for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya!&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112930263441279056?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112930263441279056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112930263441279056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112930263441279056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112930263441279056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/10/edinburgh.html' title='Edinburgh'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112837102313362458</id><published>2005-10-03T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T16:23:43.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stuffy nose</title><content type='html'>making out with too many people i guess.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tonight is my last night in london and i am very happy about that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to move on... all my fun friends are gone and i hung out with some CDN boys from BC today.. langely actually... which is weird..&lt;br /&gt;they were ok.. but not so fun as everyone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was amazing... i went to the uk championships for air guitar... sooo funny and retarded.. i had a great time...&lt;br /&gt;we ended up not being able to take the tube all the way home because they close super early.. which is weird.. cuz this is london. well we ended up having to take the bus and then walk the rest of the way home.. but it was sooo fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had my first mini romance.. it is all over now...&lt;br /&gt;he was american... boo... but he didn't vote for bush... he is from california...&lt;br /&gt;very cute.. he looks kinda like shaggy from scooby doo.. what is that guys name??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways he is gone now and it is over.. but he was def. pretty cool... probably 6'1" and white... with curly blonde hair.. and not super skinny either... not my type at all... but totally was...&lt;br /&gt;stupid and awkward and funny and dorky... great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i saw the outside of st.pauls for the 3'rd time.. and it is still super cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;london is pretty cool.. tons to do and they play good tunes at the hostels pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am walking so much... i should be uber skinny when i get home.. but then i drink beer so i think i will look exactly the same or fatter when i get home...&lt;br /&gt;but seriously... this is such a surreal experience... and not weird being alone at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i miss my hugs and love... but got some from a cdn girl last night.. so that should tide me over until i get to sheffield... TOMORROW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yee haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112837102313362458?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112837102313362458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112837102313362458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112837102313362458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112837102313362458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/10/stuffy-nose.html' title='stuffy nose'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112819323526749630</id><published>2005-10-01T18:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T15:00:36.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hello all</title><content type='html'>So last night i was BEAT..  i had a couple of drinks in the bar with the guy from SA...&lt;br /&gt;it was ok... i went to bed 1030 local time... apprx 530pm our time.. how ridiculous...&lt;br /&gt;one of the americans pulled in last night.. as well as when the bar downastairs closed it was super noisey right outside our room...&lt;br /&gt;so the old SA guy went and filled up a condom and chucked it at the people below.. soo funny&lt;br /&gt;then they got louder so another one was thrown...&lt;br /&gt;then we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to london dungen.. really corney kinda funny...&lt;br /&gt;jake is in all kinds of my pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to st.pauls as well and westminister abby.. a long walk but it was cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of walkiing and hanging with americans..&lt;br /&gt;they are leaving tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is running out!!#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love u&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kristy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112819323526749630?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112819323526749630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112819323526749630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112819323526749630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112819323526749630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-all_01.html' title='hello all'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112819323298422976</id><published>2005-10-01T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T15:00:34.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hello all</title><content type='html'>So last night i was BEAT..  i had a couple of drinks in the bar with the guy from SA...&lt;br /&gt;it was ok... i went to bed 1030 local time... apprx 530pm our time.. how ridiculous...&lt;br /&gt;one of the americans pulled in last night.. as well as when the bar downastairs closed it was super noisey right outside our room...&lt;br /&gt;so the old SA guy went and filled up a condom and chucked it at the people below.. soo funny&lt;br /&gt;then they got louder so another one was thrown...&lt;br /&gt;then we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to london dungen.. really corney kinda funny...&lt;br /&gt;jake is in all kinds of my pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to st.pauls as well and westminister abby.. a long walk but it was cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of walkiing and hanging with americans..&lt;br /&gt;they are leaving tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is running out!!#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love u&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kristy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112819323298422976?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112819323298422976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112819323298422976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112819323298422976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112819323298422976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-all.html' title='hello all'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112807451622433167</id><published>2005-09-30T05:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T06:01:56.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IN london</title><content type='html'>what the stink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually it does smell funky here...&lt;br /&gt;i will probably get used to it.. i hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kindof wish i were in edinburgh right now..&lt;br /&gt;more my kindof place.. people haven't started to be friendly yet.. maybe that&lt;br /&gt;will change by tonight... it is 6 am home time and 11am here.. frick..&lt;br /&gt;retarded... i am going to be soo tired by tonight !&lt;br /&gt;i have no pictures yet.. i will soon tho i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met a chick from norway  who moved here to go to uni she is getting her post something in politcal psych.. she was a flight attendant but she just quit today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tube kinda stinks.. but do does toronto's&lt;br /&gt;it is waaaayyy deeper tho..man the escalator up to ground level was super steep and crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have to go cuz my time is running out./.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write on your blogs so i know what is going on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112807451622433167?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112807451622433167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112807451622433167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112807451622433167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112807451622433167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-london.html' title='IN london'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112801246889407092</id><published>2005-09-29T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:47:48.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving in 1/2 an hour</title><content type='html'>hey all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am leaving like right now!&lt;br /&gt;think i am going to pee my pants!!&lt;br /&gt;my back pack is super full and heavy and i am retardley nervous.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;i will be landing in london at 1am our time...blam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so freaked out&lt;br /&gt;apparently my grandpa is doing pretty crappy.. boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my legs and bikini sugared this morning... soooo awesome.. i am never going to&lt;br /&gt;wax again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;probably going to cry soon'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilove you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112801246889407092?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112777955491586922</id><published>2005-09-26T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:05:54.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tactless</title><content type='html'>So my grandpa is having strokes and can't feel an entire side to his body... which sucks a ton... but my dad can't just call me at home to let me know.. he has to come to me at work and tell me... what is that all about? well anyways the good news is that he is going into parkwood tomorrow morning in the veterans area... i hear they have a very good rehab program so hopefully they can help... and if they can't then i hope he dies soon.. i know it sounds terrible but he is not in the best condition right now... and i think i would rather just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got a card from my boss at work wishing me luck on my trips... that was pretty cool.. she gave me some advice.. i need to bring perfume because people like people who smell good. and trust my gut about strange men.. (duh) have a fake name... hhaha.. i thought of one that i think fits me perfectly... and learn to do the hair flick... boys like hair flicking.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;she is super funny.. i love her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dog keeps digging holes... frick... she's still cute tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get some music for my new mp3 player... i should call andy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to know what documentation i need for international travel... i'm going to look that up now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother bought ghostbusters 1 and 2 today.. i totally don;t remember them at all.. but the special effects are fricking hilarious... oh man.. and bill murray looks super young.. but exactly the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i should go.. i have to play with ecoli tomorrow.. oh how i love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;i shall write again before i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112777955491586922?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112777955491586922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112777955491586922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112777955491586922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112777955491586922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/09/tactless.html' title='tactless'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112766102211140721</id><published>2005-09-25T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T11:10:22.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IV days left</title><content type='html'>nausea,&lt;br /&gt;anxiety,&lt;br /&gt;weirdo action film themed dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am flying out of Toronto Pearson airport at 6 something pm in 4 days time...&lt;br /&gt;I have not packed... I am not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;how ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;the only things going thru my head right now are:&lt;br /&gt;"do u have everything??"&lt;br /&gt;"are you going to have enough money?"&lt;br /&gt;"oh that guy was hot... don't look..."&lt;br /&gt;"oh man...I hate getting up.... 5 hours time difference... this is going to be a challenge."&lt;br /&gt;"no time.. no time... zero time left"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so panicy retarded stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bre's house last night.. I didn't stay super long.&lt;br /&gt;we took dumb pictures and hung out with little boys... who all love her...&lt;br /&gt;which is pretty much like the general population. everyone loves bre...&lt;br /&gt;she was all poohy at first but then we did our usual silliness so it was all good.. I was happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream last night was weird.. I had a gun and I was shooting at a bad guy who was mad at me for getting out of my giant barrel of meal worms in which they were doing experiments on me and my DNA. they caught me at a store which had monsters making and throwing fireballs everywhere and I recognized the scene from a bizzarro comic that I had read in my dream..&lt;br /&gt;anyways the guy was chasing me around this old abandoned house with his real gun and I had a bic pen which doubled as a gun... but to shoot it u had to squeeze it in the right spot.. I was only on occasion able to find the right spot...&lt;br /&gt;anyways then the phone rang for my brother and I woke up... boo,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go and eat brunch right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breanna got to see my butt last night..lucky girl.. then she tried to make me show little boys... I didn't think that was appropriate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112766102211140721?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112766102211140721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112766102211140721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112766102211140721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112766102211140721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/09/iv-days-left.html' title='IV days left'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112738888152149097</id><published>2005-09-22T07:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T07:34:41.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Branded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been at jasmine and todd's appt for the last couple days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;we haven't really done a ton but I love Ottawa.. It is SUPER awesome and easy to get around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I went on a tour of the parliament buildings and it was pretty cool... I didn't go inside any museums but I did check out the outside of several. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;jasmine and I also did a "haunted walk" of downtown and it was crazy cheesy.. We decided it was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;comparable to cheese whiz... But something cool did happen while we were there. We met a lone traveler from Edinburgh.. her name is Sarah and she is 27 and a real estate lawyer. she gave me her cell number so if I need someone when I get there I have her to contact... which is uber cool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am very pleased with that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;as well this guy was running across the street trying to beat the light and somehow he lost control of himself and he smashed right into jasmine... I started laughing and he was freaked he apologized to her and then hugged her and then ran off.. It was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;last night todd, jasmine and I went on a bike ride to the canal... It was beautiful.. It was after dark but it is all lit up. while we were on the street on the way to the canal we passed a couple of twenty something guys.. one was riding a bike and the other was being towed by the bike in a little red plastic wagon... We passed them as they went over a curb and the guy in the wagon flew out and landed on his butt... It was soo funny that I laughed until I had tears streaming down my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;all in all it was a great trip... I got to see Carlton and Tim and Ted and Quebec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;and I had several 12 hour days in a row.. I love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;oh and jasmine took pictures of my butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;and Todd created me a tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;then I got it tattooed on my upper right gluteal region&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112738888152149097?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112738888152149097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112738888152149097&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112738888152149097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112738888152149097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/09/branded.html' title='Branded'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112698204109255574</id><published>2005-09-17T14:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T14:34:01.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dog butt hair cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;so my dog is just finishing up shedding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;the only place that has yet to shed properly is her butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;it has looked silly for a week now... her butt wags a lot.. kinda like a chubby persons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;does when they walk... but it is excentuated by the excess hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;today i decided in my infinite wisdom to trim the butt hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;it was not a difficult task... however it kept me thinking weird thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;as i was positioned directly behind her trying to trim with out butchering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;did my dog enjoy the experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;is she now relieved that it is gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;was she uncomfortable with me stationed very closely to her butt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;did she assume this was a new version of postive reinforcement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;she had no say in the matter.. if she had decided that she did not want this new and very stylish hairdo would it be considered abuse for me to continue without consent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;my poor pooch... it is rather difficult to recreate a natural look to butt hair... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;so she looks kind of stupid right now... but i have to say i prefer this new doo to the previous one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;last night i went out drinking again... it seems i have become quite the social drinker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;we took out a non-relative.. but i kind of considered him to be related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;he is my aunt christine's cousin (she has been mentioned on here once before and needs no further explaination) and he is from england... he has probably lost 50 lbs since i last saw him two years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;he is going back home today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;we had a good time.. we went to jacks and solids. one of the dancers was romanian and i know how to say "hi how are you . good" in the language.. so  i was happy and so was she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;the boys had a great time... i got a yellow rose from the brit and am allowed to stay at his place for a bit if need be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;he wasn;t super impressed with the idea of me travelling alone and using hostels.. apparently there have been several rapes and stuff this year that have made the papers... so i am feeling a little wary right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;i am leaving in 12 days... frick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;i think i need to go shopping today.. get some batteries and a new memory card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;i bet if i tried i could be a stand up comedian... maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;well time to apply the mask to fool the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;ciao for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112698204109255574?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112698204109255574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112698204109255574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112698204109255574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112698204109255574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/09/dog-butt-hair-cut_17.html' title='dog butt hair cut'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112679887010589536</id><published>2005-09-15T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T11:41:10.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for danielle</title><content type='html'>So i'm back.. but only for danielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i have been doing to keep myself busy lately probably watching&lt;br /&gt;disgusting amounts of tv and reading a ridiculous book but janet evanovich... soo funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i booked my train ticket to come home from ottawa. i am leaving this sunday to go and&lt;br /&gt;see jasmine.. i'm not sure that she knows this yet. my mom is driving up there for some conference that has to do with work and so i am hitching a ride... but she won't be coming back until the friday or saturday so i had to find an alternative route home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i tried call the office again... "funk night" it was pretty fun actually. i met some people that were intoxicated and it proved to be pretty entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;i wore my new hat that i love... it is wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my mom has an interview for a job in waterloo. then she is coming home and making me go help her move her office from one side of the building to the other.. including stairs...&lt;br /&gt;i think i will wear something completely inappropriate so that the crazy old ladies at the health unit have something to gossip about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tonight i am going to go to amateur night at yuk yuks. the boss lady in the lab at the psyc hospital invited me to go because her son is going to be performing... which i think is funny cuz this chick reminds me of my mom... someday i too may hit the stage.. i don;t think i would invite my family tho... they would be the majority of my material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did my first interview for my moms study this week... haha.. i can't stress enough how weird it is to sit in someone's house ask them all about their lives. like... "do you always, usually, sometimes, rarely, or never wash your hands after you use the toilet. " or " we define diarrhea as 3 or more loose stools a day... have you had diarrhea in the past 3 months?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are fun enough as it is. but then asking for a rectal swab is more fun. the first reaction from people is.. "are you going to be doing it for me?" which is nuts.. " no i am not getting paid enough to stick a cotton swab up your butt...i'm sorry you have to do it yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am finding some pretty cool hostels to stay in london. i am leaving in 2 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;stink.. i need to do some more planning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw "must love dogs" with my mom and ed this weekend. it was pretty funny.. but not great...&lt;br /&gt;the main cool dog is called "mother Teresa" and she is exactly my dog only twice her size.. she was sooooo cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stalker isn't stalking me very much anymore... he got a job and is going to school... i don;t know how long either one will last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and news of my father.. jeff, arwyn and i went to my dads for dinner and found out that none of us appreciate terry and so she is never cooking for us again... the entire coleman family...&lt;br /&gt;what a psycho bitch.. honestly.. she was whispering to my dad.. do you think they even noticed there weren't any appetizers??&lt;br /&gt;my dad had to cook the meal for us all because terry is nuts.. which is fine cuz then jeff and i don't really have to worry about christmas this year... we can just stay home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had several comments from people who keep saying that i am not going to come home from this trip.... well i very much doubt that i can afford to be able to stay there for much longer than i have planned... but if i do find some people and somehow it is possible for me to stay.... then i will... screw you guys.. eveyone who reads this doesn't see me anyways.. i can keep writing when i am overseas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way&lt;br /&gt;if anyone wants postcards or stupid stuff like that while i am gone please email me your full name and address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have to go and get ready for my mom to pick me up and take me to work..&lt;br /&gt;have a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112679887010589536?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112679887010589536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112679887010589536&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112679887010589536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112679887010589536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-for-danielle.html' title='this is for danielle'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112629120759007689</id><published>2005-09-09T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T14:40:07.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>day time</title><content type='html'>I am watching elf right now.&lt;br /&gt;knitting my mom a scarf.&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be just as retarded as the one i made for Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;leaving in 20 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i drove 95 mins each way to an interview for my moms study to find out that the incompetent secretary person had completed the interview the evening before.&lt;br /&gt;i was super impressed.  on the way home i ended up sort of getting lost and i ended up in stratford. i LOVE that place. if i don't end up living in the UK  i think i would like to live there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about school lately... not sure if i want to be a psychologist or a psychiatrist...&lt;br /&gt;Kristy Coleman MD&lt;br /&gt;Kristy Coleman PhD&lt;br /&gt;i have to get my undergrad first... not sure where to go for that...boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... the singer Zooey Deschanel.. i think...  is amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;officially in love... such a distinct and crisp nice wonderful voice.. love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a salsa dancing partner.. but they have to suck just as much as i do... should&lt;br /&gt;be an interesting quest to find him. i told little mike lewis that i would take him there so we could learn but i have 3 years to wait for him to become drinking age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing funny to say.&lt;br /&gt;i am done writing on this... for a while... i think i am done done...&lt;br /&gt;it has stopped being interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112629120759007689?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112629120759007689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112629120759007689&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112629120759007689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112629120759007689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-time.html' title='day time'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112604975056641129</id><published>2005-09-06T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:35:50.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all alone.. There's no one here.. Beside me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Think donkey voice for that one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I just booked my flight to London England!!!&lt;br /&gt;now I am freaking right out... OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;danielle and I dropped bre off at her new place in kitch on Monday.. Pretty weird..&lt;br /&gt;but now I know where she lives so I can more easily stalk her...&lt;br /&gt;we blabbed a TON.. About tons of stuff.. It was very girly...&lt;br /&gt;I have but one thing to say... I HATE middle lane drivers.. grr..&lt;br /&gt;I had to follow bre to her place so danielle and I could get home.. Morgan is a middle lane driver&lt;br /&gt;and I almost died a horrific death.. Seriously... I don;t know how she does it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today I was back at the psyc hospital and playing with E.coli and the person on the&lt;br /&gt;PA system kept saying hilarious stuff like. "Aides line one.. aides line one.." and "chlamydia line 3... chlamydia line 3" but the best one of all was " we have a code white on the second floor.. code white.." I had no idea what code white was but there are signs on the wall near the elevator that explain them (along with the "if you don;t feel comfortable with the person, don't get on the elevator and don;t turn your back to them etc." anyways I went down the hall to find out what code white was.. I had to know... It means "violent persons" black means "bomb threat"..&lt;br /&gt;how often do you think the London psychiatric hospital has had to use code black??&lt;br /&gt;I will learn more of them for your entertainment tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I went to the gym to track down my dad to get some money from him and I ran into an old friend.. well several old friends... but this one is awesome... he used to make my day whenever he came to the gym... Dominic Gauvan (sp?) anyways he is a huge pot head from my high school and he is hilarious and he doesn't smile a whole ton.. but he is always smiling when I am making fun of him... I love people like that... and he is short.. so he is super cute.. oh how I adore the short men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom went for a walk and I am sitting on the couch like a fatty.. but I think I accomplished a lot today... I even saw peggy... the girl from like my first couple of posts that tried to molest me... well she totally ignored me and walked right past me.. oh man... soo funny... I guess we aren't on talking terms just yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie has moved back in for one day... now she is going back to alymer... which I think is best.. she fits in better there... there is a greater number of girls like her there than in Dorchester...&lt;br /&gt;I hope her mom doesn't make her psycho again tho... and go all anorexic again.. that was bullocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like help.. don't like asking for it.. don't like needing it... not very good at giving it... can't you do it yourself?? I understand some things are hard to do alone...&lt;br /&gt;but stuff that I can do alone... you should be able to do alone.. like move the furniture... I know it might take a little longer and you might have to put some effort into it for 3 seconds... but FRICK... JUST DO IT YOURSELF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I do like helping people with their personal problems... thats some good stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that is enough for right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shout out to justin .. yo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112604975056641129?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112604975056641129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112604975056641129&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112604975056641129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112604975056641129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-all-alone-theres-no-one-here-beside.html' title='I&apos;m all alone.. There&apos;s no one here.. Beside me...'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112579960095957074</id><published>2005-09-03T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:06:40.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have nothing to say but am in the mood to write something small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to the bars with some friends/acquaintances from highschool.&lt;br /&gt;it was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate things being stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;but then again I resent change in anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes feel betrayed by it.&lt;br /&gt;I like my job because I get to meet and know tons of people on a very superficial basis.&lt;br /&gt;and I like this because it takes no effort and I am not going to become emotionally drained by it.&lt;br /&gt;but then I complain that I have no friends.&lt;br /&gt;if I put in the slightest bit of effort I bet I could meet a couple gems.&lt;br /&gt;but who really wants to set themselves up for that kind of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;fear fear fear fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that I reject people myself.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly know it at the time though.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be more self aware.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop protecting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to do something safe like read a book.&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished rejecting someone's offer to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a walking contradiction&lt;br /&gt;a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112579960095957074?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112579960095957074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112579960095957074&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112579960095957074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112579960095957074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/09/gray.html' title='gray'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112563654488140284</id><published>2005-09-02T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:49:04.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shitty ass day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie to you.&lt;br /&gt;BOO erns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried today... That's always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two people I love moved away today. It couldn't have just been one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candice left this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I would have been an ok good-bye but she hugged me a bit too long and then&lt;br /&gt;I realized she was crying. which is weird cuz candice isn't a big crier. so then I cried cuz I&lt;br /&gt;could tell how much she thought it sucked that she was moving away. no good.. she is going to be pretty alone for a while... I feel terrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jasmine comes to work and I had just been in my car which made me cry cuz&lt;br /&gt;candice left good-bye notes all over it. I should have been ok. I only saw her for like 2 seconds. she didn't seem to care too much.&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a quick hug and ran away.. I got some rocking wrist warmers out of the deal.. but as I stepped into work I couldn't help but have a tear fall out of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes suck. bad security when I need it most. under pressure they give in and all the prisoners escape... which I hate.. I have no need to moisturize my face... I would like for my tears to be content with keeping my eyeballs wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people cry when someone is leaving?&lt;br /&gt;I already know that I have separation anxiety. so I understand why I freak out.&lt;br /&gt;but is it the idea that you may never see that person again? is it kind of like they are dying?&lt;br /&gt;or is it that they are moving on and leaving you behind. they have entered a new stage in their life and yours is going to be the same... for what seems like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the concept of missing someone. I almost never miss anyone until the next time I see them. is that just me?? I have a tendency to distract myself so perhaps during those times that I should be missing someone I have tried to replace them with someone else or something else... and so don't recognize that I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;this comment applies to everyone but my mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well breanna is away... jasmine is in ottawa... candice is in sault st maire...&lt;br /&gt;I have no other friends that I like.&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how lonely are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;can I win this one this time??&lt;br /&gt;didn't think so... I whine and complain... but really nothing that exciting has happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;people lose loved ones everyday and here I am complaining about how 2 people I like moved 8 hours away and are still very reachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so selfish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go and wallow in my self pity right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good evening to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes danielle I love you because you read my blog.... don't tell scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112563654488140284?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112563654488140284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112563654488140284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112563654488140284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112563654488140284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/09/shitty-ass-day.html' title='shitty ass day'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112554824371645648</id><published>2005-09-01T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:17:23.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have been knawing at the bit to write on this blasted thing for well over a week now. Circumstances have led me astray as well as not having the internet readily available. Loads has happened since I have last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 being jasmine getting married... wow.. that is a bit weird still... I am very excited for her. I know that she will grow to love Ottawa and probably never want to come back.. Which is fine.. ya know... If she likes to make people cry.. jks jks... The wedding itself was pretty cool... My knees were shaking when I got to the front of the church though... And I hope to God no one got a picture of my butt... That would be horrifying... PJ my ex pastor was their pastor for the event. He seems to be a bit sexist.. As well as jasmines grandfather who gave a speech too, he tends to be a bit long winded and the audience ended up getting an extensive geographic lesson on the Nile river... Too funny I couldn't help but laugh... I hope it isn't on tape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate seeing myself on tape... I would rather have people just take ridiculous amount of pictures than actually having to listen to myself talk...&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which.. Morgan and I had to make a speech at the reception... It wasn't really planned out very well... And you could tell... I am not looking forward to seeing that recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other highlights were.. I got to see Justin play guitar and sing.. Which is impressive because from what I hear he doesn't sing for anyone... So that was a great gesture and kind of made me feel like I should have sang something for them... But then again it would have been caught on tape and then people would have proof that I really should never sing in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 I finally got to start helping my mom with her study. I get to go to London psychiatric hospital! what a crazy place.... LOL.. Ok that was horrible... Anyways I get to work in a lab and I pick out e.coli from a Petri dish and stick it in a slant or a slope I don;t remember which and then I send it to Alberta to be analyzed. The room that I work in is labeled bacteriology. But I get to go into the chlamydia room for photocopying and I walk past a room labeled AIDS. It is SO weird... I feel like I am going to cause some sort of outbreak. When I finish for the day it is about noon and walking to my car I pass several crazies.. Some smoke, some chant to themselves, some pace back and forth and some huddle in balls against the building.&lt;br /&gt;I think I might like to work with crazy people someday... It would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so candice is moving out tomorrow. My room is looking kind of empty. She is out right now doing the good-bye party thing. I feel like an idiot. I was invited out by them and I have no idea where they are, people at work invited me to go out but I came home for candy, Andrew called and I would have liked to see him but he left a message to call his cell... I don;t know the number, as well and jasmine calling and I called her back but she must be busy as well. I don't know how I can be so amazing at being antisocial but it sure looks like I have a talent for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am relieved that candice is finally going. I am excited about having my own space... and I don't really get to see her anyways so it won't be a big change... But I am losing one more social connection. so now I have no one... I am requesting to anyone who reads this, that you have to hang out with me at least once before the new year. I am going to keep tabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went mini golfing today. I got 3rd place. I scared a kid pretty good and becci was hit by 2 completely random balls. Then I got free dinner because I couldn't find my wallet and I stepped in a giant puddle of gasoline that had leaked like mad from someone's car. They are not going to be happy when they find out about that. But the puddle was huge... I bet a 4 M circumference... I don't know how they missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways my car is running ok right now... I am in debt HUGE to my moma and am still broke.&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that I still have my stalker so that is good... and Scotland is like 1 month away!!!&lt;br /&gt;sooo excited about finding my little Asian, Scottish man, who is left handed, blue eyed and is a highschool teacher. or ya know.. Some crazy friendly scotspeople.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that should be enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;I love you sincerely if you read this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112554824371645648?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112554824371645648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112554824371645648&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112554824371645648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112554824371645648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-missed-you.html' title='I missed you!!'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112440451409108061</id><published>2005-08-18T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:38:55.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday night special</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good day to you all.&lt;br /&gt;I have been having a problem lately.&lt;br /&gt;It generally happens every August... This year has been&lt;br /&gt;the worst by far.&lt;br /&gt;I spend. Trying to save for a trip is proving to be exceptionally&lt;br /&gt;difficult. Between buying random woman crap for a wedding that&lt;br /&gt;I am in, fixing my car (which is going down hill like there is no tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;and birthdays that seem to all appear within a three week period, I am broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am begging you. If I spend time with you on a regular occasion, please&lt;br /&gt;suggest an activity that money is not needed for. Such as watching tv or going for&lt;br /&gt;a walk. You could even forgo any social interactions with me to ensure that&lt;br /&gt;I will not be wasting my money on something as stupid as food or gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely related note... I have found an amazing way to spend my money.&lt;br /&gt;Stratford. I love it. There is a program there called "Play-on" that offers 18-29 year&lt;br /&gt;olds amazing tickets for $20 plus tax!! How ridiculous is that?? I went to see two shows last Friday... and I would like to go again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I probably shouldn't go... but I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should wait until September when all my friends have left me and I will&lt;br /&gt;therefore have to rely on myself once again for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling kind of fat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are fighting kind of right now...&lt;br /&gt;he says " where did you put that phone number?"&lt;br /&gt;she says "I didn't touch it"&lt;br /&gt;he says "yes you did, you are always moving my stuff."&lt;br /&gt;she says "well if I put it away it's in one of your drawers."&lt;br /&gt;he yells "well it isn;t there! you must have thrown it away.... Again!"&lt;br /&gt;she says "well if you put your stuff away I wouldn't have to do it for you."&lt;br /&gt;he yells "you are always throwing my stuff away! I'm going to start throwing your stuff away!"&lt;br /&gt;she says nothing..&lt;br /&gt;he remains stomping around the house muttering at swearing&lt;br /&gt;she sits in an icy cold silence eating dinner alone.&lt;br /&gt;he stops the search in favour of watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;she eats dessert&lt;br /&gt;fight is over for at least an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;families are great... I don't think I want one.&lt;br /&gt;I was telling someone at work today that I don;t think that I will be sharing my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;ever again.&lt;br /&gt;not a fan... I like only my own stuff... Everyone else's stuff is dirty and in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I do end up cursed and married someday I would prefer have my own bedroom or at&lt;br /&gt;least separate beds... I don't really like sleeping with people anyways... They tend to cuddle&lt;br /&gt;and that is just way too hot for me... and I like being totally out of it when I sleep...&lt;br /&gt;when with someone else you always tend to be a bit more conscious... Always aware when&lt;br /&gt;they move or touch you... and that never makes for a goodnight sleep.&lt;br /&gt;oh... and separate bathrooms as well because other peoples hair grosses me out.&lt;br /&gt;et toi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I should leave... go read a book or something&lt;br /&gt;I may end up writing again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112440451409108061?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112440451409108061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112440451409108061&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112440451409108061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112440451409108061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/08/thursday-night-special.html' title='Thursday night special'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112407278817659541</id><published>2005-08-14T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:26:28.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Last night was the annual pig roast that my friend morgan's&lt;br /&gt;family puts on every summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have not yet decided why I go. I believe that this year will&lt;br /&gt;be my last. I get bored. No one to talk to. Everyone else has friends and&lt;br /&gt;family to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My brother did the smart thing and stayed for a total of 45 min... Maybe less.&lt;br /&gt;Last night Jasmine left.. I have no idea what time. there was no good-bye and&lt;br /&gt;no warning... she just picked up and ran with her boy and family.&lt;br /&gt;Breanna did the same thing.. left with a guy so they could hang out..&lt;br /&gt;which is cool.. but I really had no reason to be there if none of my friends&lt;br /&gt;were going to be around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So what happens?? I think the person I saw most of and talked to last night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;was a kid named mike. he is 16....&lt;br /&gt;I have been torturing this kid since I met him... he takes it all in stride...&lt;br /&gt;he's a funny guy...when he wears his hat backwards he looks like a charater from my favouirite cartoon.... but when you have to resort to chill'n with your friends little&lt;br /&gt;brothers friend... there might be a problem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a hug goodbye from Mrs. deb, danielle and mike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit bitter... so please remind me not to go... it's not worth my time&lt;br /&gt;I would rather have gone and watched a movie alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112407278817659541?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112407278817659541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112407278817659541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/08/sixteen.html' title='sixteen'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112365627215068904</id><published>2005-08-10T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T02:44:32.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bustin'</title><content type='html'>I am here today to write about someone that I hardly know.&lt;br /&gt;This should be great. Jasmine is going to have a hay day with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go through my blog and look for comments. I LOVE comments.&lt;br /&gt;There are usually few to none.. and when there are some they are usually&lt;br /&gt;silly... but i enjoy them anyways. There is one person of whom tends to&lt;br /&gt;write with a little more soul... or purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this I am appreciative. I love hearing from this person even though&lt;br /&gt;I don't know them.  I think we could have great talks. Long rediculous ones&lt;br /&gt;that leave you in you own headspace when you are done.&lt;br /&gt;This won't happen. To think about it, that kind of sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I am however a firm believer that people aren't just brought into and out&lt;br /&gt;of your life for no reason. It may be for one conversation that could help&lt;br /&gt;alter your reasoning on something. Or it could be to change the entire path&lt;br /&gt;of your life. Which is spectacular and scary at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are. So does everyone else that reads this.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say, keep being who you are, and keep doing what&lt;br /&gt;you do best. You will never know how much you change someone's life.&lt;br /&gt; (and that is probably best because then we would all freak out and not talk to&lt;br /&gt;anyone anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all i can say in one night&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i made you uncomfortable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. my mom has started to read this blog... too funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.. if you don't know me at all and need to know this persons name...&lt;br /&gt;it rhymes with the title&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112365627215068904?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112365627215068904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112365627215068904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112365627215068904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112365627215068904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/08/bustin.html' title='Bustin&apos;'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112337285345156105</id><published>2005-08-06T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T20:00:53.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was my birthday... i am now 21... i have felt 21 for the last year&lt;br /&gt;so now i can be honest in telling people my age..&lt;br /&gt;i got some pretty fricking cool gifts..&lt;br /&gt;jasmine made me 2 shirts one said i (heart) nerds&lt;br /&gt;and the other one says i (heart) asian boys!!!!!! THE BEST SHIRT EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;soooo happy with my gifts!! (haha justin ;D )&lt;br /&gt;my mom got me tons and tons of socks and underwear and an orange top...&lt;br /&gt;and my cousin candice got me a shirt that says kiss me i'm irish..&lt;br /&gt;i wore it out last night to the schmammer fest...&lt;br /&gt;i made tons of people kiss me, it was great...&lt;br /&gt;and shannon got me darivsz ... a super hot guy that she brought&lt;br /&gt;with her to the thingy last night... i was hitting on him hardcore all&lt;br /&gt;night... cuz i thought it was safe....anyways.. he came to see me today.. much fun.&lt;br /&gt;jasmine got to meet him..&lt;br /&gt;one of the first questions she asked him was "are you straight or gay?"&lt;br /&gt;how awesome is that?? totally funny... t'was a funny day.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much else happened lastnight tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been trapped in any parking garages lately...&lt;br /&gt;i am grateful for this..&lt;br /&gt;i shall soon tell that tale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112337285345156105?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112337285345156105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112337285345156105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112337285345156105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112337285345156105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-after.html' title='the day after'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112294788438226260</id><published>2005-08-01T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:58:04.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what do normal families do on sunday night??</title><content type='html'>well i'll bet your family doesn't do what mine does...&lt;br /&gt;i encouraged my family to join me in going to a new club in london&lt;br /&gt;called the annex... its a gay club...&lt;br /&gt;the feature of the night was tranny's lipsyncing and dancing...&lt;br /&gt;it was fricking great... there were men dressed as women and women&lt;br /&gt;dressed as men.. and men that just dancing around not dressed as anyone&lt;br /&gt;in particular.&lt;br /&gt;i drank and danced on the sidelines...&lt;br /&gt;one tranny was awesome "she" did a tina turner medely (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;she ended up stripping down to a bathing suit and there was no bulge!&lt;br /&gt;so i asked my friend mike if they tape them up and they do!! ouch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great night.. my friend from work came and i think i am going&lt;br /&gt;to get her to teach me to belly dance... she is a professional dance instructor..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will bring morgan hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another funny thing was...&lt;br /&gt;today i was getting dressed ready to go out and my mom was online...&lt;br /&gt;i came out to chat and i saw that she was signing into a hotmail account..&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i think my mom might be some sort of club member... do they have dominatrix clubs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her address was something like mistress b ... frick!!&lt;br /&gt;i knew she had whips chains and leather but wow!! not a career!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a weird day and all i want to do is cuddle...&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. maybe morgan will be home from work soon..&lt;br /&gt;that would be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112294788438226260?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112294788438226260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112294788438226260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112294788438226260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112294788438226260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-do-normal-families-do-on-sunday.html' title='what do normal families do on sunday night??'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112294497922032759</id><published>2005-08-01T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:09:39.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>only the lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so tonight for me is kinda like a saturday night is for everyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i don't have to work tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the plan was to hang with a friend... this friend... i am going to talk about right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;now.. cuz i am sick of this... and i am pretty positive he doesn't read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i don't have a clue who reads this... i don't think any guys do... which sucks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;anyways.. this friend of mine and i used to date like a million years ago.. it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;great.. never a dull moment. then i dumped him and then he dumped me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it was retarded... but for some reason he is stuck... stuck in my brain or my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;heart... i don't know if i can tell the difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;anyways over the years we have kept very loose contact but remained friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i don't know what my problem is.. i'm pretty sure he has moved on and only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;thinks of me as another of his not very close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i saw him for a while tonight.. it was supposed to be a hanging out time but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;then it became a lot of his friends who i don't talk to anymore and me... sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;on the lawn playing with the dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;we never have much to say to each other... i am almost always a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;uncomfortable.. not in a bad way.. just nervous... and i think he just doesn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;care... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;if i had a friend who was saying all this i would probably give her the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"maybe you should just tell him how you feel" speech.. or maybe the "forget about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;him there are plenty of fish in the sea" deal... and those options don't work for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i would just have him as a friend for as long as i can rather than risk screwing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;everything up and not have him in my life at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i am obviously an idiot... i'm trying to work thru this... but it has been like 5 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;... you would have thought i would have given up by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i don't know if i want advice... i probably wrote this in hopes that he might read this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;... i guess i want him to know.. but i don't want him to freak out... which is what i would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;do if anyone but him said this to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i am rediculous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;now i am going to write a funny blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i love morgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Kristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112294497922032759?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112294497922032759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112294497922032759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112294497922032759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112294497922032759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/08/only-lonely.html' title='only the lonely'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112234666545218623</id><published>2005-07-25T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:57:45.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the infamous survey of doom</title><content type='html'>// Series One - Yourself&lt;br /&gt;-- Name: kristy kathlyn lee C&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthdate: august 5 1984&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthplace: london&lt;br /&gt;-- Current Location: my tvless living room&lt;br /&gt;-- Eye Color: Blue&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair Color: mousey brown&lt;br /&gt;-- Righty or Lefty: wish I were a lefter… alas..i am a righter&lt;br /&gt;-- Zodiac Sign: Leo&lt;br /&gt;-- Innie or Outtie: innie.. haha Justin… I bet you thought u were an outtie&lt;br /&gt;// Series Two - Describe&lt;br /&gt;-- The shoes you wore today: old, beat up, blue, very stinky&lt;br /&gt;-- Your hair: long unkept messy bun&lt;br /&gt;-- Your eyes: A symmetrical&lt;br /&gt;-- Your weakness: oh… just about everything&lt;br /&gt;-- Your fears: see above&lt;br /&gt;-- Your perfect pizza: pep, mush, xchez, piggy and jalapenos&lt;br /&gt;-- One thing you'd like to achieve: a goal I have made for myself... any of them… I suck with goals&lt;br /&gt;// Series Three - What Is&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: umm… sooo&lt;br /&gt;-- Your thoughts first waking up: ahh turn it off…Make it stop!!&lt;br /&gt;-- The first feature you notice in the opposite sex: their most striking feature.. usually eyes&lt;br /&gt;-- Your best physical feature: hair?? And that will be changing soon&lt;br /&gt;-- Your bedtime: btw 12 and 330 usually&lt;br /&gt;-- Your greatest accomplishment: beating Julie rich&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most missed memory: my garden of Eden…&lt;br /&gt;// Series Four - You Prefer&lt;br /&gt;-- Pepsi or coke: Iced T&lt;br /&gt;-- McDonald's or Burger King: grade F meat from taco bell!&lt;br /&gt;-- Single or group dates: Single… I think.. depends on the company&lt;br /&gt;-- Adidas or Nike: Nike&lt;br /&gt;-- Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-- Cappuccino or coffee: chai&lt;br /&gt;-- Bras or Panties: hahaha.. bras… way bras&lt;br /&gt;// Series Five - Do You&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Cuss: yup.. sometimes it just feels good&lt;br /&gt;-- Take a shower everyday: sometimes twice a day&lt;br /&gt;-- Have a crush(es): I don’t know what to call it…&lt;br /&gt;-- Do you think you've been in love: I think so… maybe once&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to go to college: perhaps uni&lt;br /&gt;-- Like high school: at times&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to get married: I think so&lt;br /&gt;-- Believe in yourself: uhh&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're attractive: hmmm&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're a health freak: not about eating…&lt;br /&gt;-- Get along with your parents: excellently avec ma mere&lt;br /&gt;-- Like thunderstorms: love them.. rain calms me&lt;br /&gt;//Series Six - In The Past Month, Did/Have You&lt;br /&gt;-- Drank alcohol: sure have&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke(d): Nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Done a drug: not that I know of… hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;-- Have Sex: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Made Out: maybe a little&lt;br /&gt;-- Go on a date: I think so&lt;br /&gt;-- Go to the mall?: went yesterday with my bro and a friend of his&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Not since the age of 12&lt;br /&gt;-- Been on stage: sorta.. does a box count?&lt;br /&gt;-- Been dumped: I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;-- Made homemade cookies: my house is currently in mint condition… and from that information I have drawn the conclusion of… no…&lt;br /&gt;// Series Seven - Have You Ever&lt;br /&gt;-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: yup&lt;br /&gt;-- If so, was it mixed company: yup&lt;br /&gt;-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: sure&lt;br /&gt;-- Been called a tease: wow… hahah.. uh yeah…&lt;br /&gt;-- Gotten beaten up: morgan punched and licked my yesterday…&lt;br /&gt;-- Shoplifted: Yup&lt;br /&gt;-- If so, did you get caught: Nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Changed who you were to fit in: of course… that is what institutions are all about&lt;br /&gt;// Series Eight - The Future&lt;br /&gt;-- Age you hope to be married: this is going to be a surprise to some of you.. 26-29&lt;br /&gt;-- Numbers and Names of Children: none or 5… I like lots of names and they always change… evelyn, Joshua, Benjamin, jordyn, Bradley.. etc&lt;br /&gt;-- Descibe your Dream Wedding: drive thru… big drunken dance afterwards&lt;br /&gt;-- How do you want to die: something spectacular.. like skydiving, a bomb or falling tree, avalanche, police brutality.. etc&lt;br /&gt;-- Where you want to go to college: not London&lt;br /&gt;-- What do you want to be when you grow up: something with a desk and comfy chairs.. lots of listening&lt;br /&gt;-- What country would you most like to visit: Scotland&lt;br /&gt;// Series Nine - Opposite Sex&lt;br /&gt;-- Best eye color? I like them big but not buggy… colour doesn’t matter&lt;br /&gt;-- Best hair color? Meh..&lt;br /&gt;-- Short or long hair?: I like it shaggy.. depends on the guy..&lt;br /&gt;-- Best height: slightly taller to anything shorter.. short guys are hot!&lt;br /&gt;-- Best articles of clothing: something that cover the gonads in a conservative fashion&lt;br /&gt;-- Best first date location: something random… train station?&lt;br /&gt;-- Best first kiss location: europe&lt;br /&gt;// Series Ten - Number Of&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of boyfriends you've had: seven I think&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of girlfriends: nothing official&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of people I could trust with my life: I don’t know.. control freak&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of CDs that I own: 10?? tops&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of piercings: 8&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of tattoos: none yet&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of scars on my body: maybe 25 and counting?&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of things in my past that I regret: monkey.. well.. I wish I could be one of those people that never looks back… I tend to focus on the humiliation and failures of my life.. so lots&lt;br /&gt;// Sereis Eleven - The Last...&lt;br /&gt;-- Movie you rented? Lemony snickets: a series of unfortunate events&lt;br /&gt;-- Movie you bought? Hahah Dodgeball&lt;br /&gt;-- Song you listened to: coldplay&lt;br /&gt;-- Song that was stuck in your head? “ I feel like chicken tonight.. like chicken tonight”&lt;br /&gt;-- Song you've downloaded? N/a&lt;br /&gt;-- CD you bought? A hillbilly cd for my bro&lt;br /&gt;-- CD you listened to? Sublime tribute.. yay jack johnson&lt;br /&gt;-- Books I have bought: running with scissors&lt;br /&gt;-- Person you've called? breanna&lt;br /&gt;-- Person that's called you? jasmine&lt;br /&gt;-- TV show you've watched? 8 simple rules???&lt;br /&gt;-- Person you were thinking of? Frick.. aos&lt;br /&gt;// Series Twelve - Misc.&lt;br /&gt;-- You have a b/f or g/f?: Nopers&lt;br /&gt;-- You have a crush on someone? I dunno&lt;br /&gt;-- You wish you could live somewhere else? I love dodge… but Scotland I where its at..&lt;br /&gt;-- You think about suicide?: on occasion&lt;br /&gt;-- You believe in online dating? NO&lt;br /&gt;-- Others find you attractive? I think at random intervals&lt;br /&gt;-- You want more piercings? yup&lt;br /&gt;-- You want more tattoos? yup&lt;br /&gt;-- You drink? yup&lt;br /&gt;-- You do drugs? No&lt;br /&gt;-- You smoke? No&lt;br /&gt;-- You like cleaning? Some things just need to be clean&lt;br /&gt;-- You like roller coasters? Yes.. but not on Christian day&lt;br /&gt;-- You write in cursive or print? Scratch scribble&lt;br /&gt;-- You carry a donor card? somewhere&lt;br /&gt;// Series Thirteen - For Or Against...&lt;br /&gt;-- Long distance relationships? retarded&lt;br /&gt;-- Using someone: there is a time and a place for everything.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;-- Suicide? If its not a suicide bomber and you aren’t doing it to be attention…&lt;br /&gt;-- Killing people? Don’t think so&lt;br /&gt;-- Teenage smoking? But everyone is doing it!! And high school is soo stressful.. please let me suck on a cancer stick..&lt;br /&gt;-- Doing drugs? Under monitored conditions&lt;br /&gt;-- Premarital sex? Please use a condom… and guard your heart&lt;br /&gt;-- Driving drunk? What kind of question is this?? Who says for??&lt;br /&gt;-- Gay/lesbian relationships? You are who you are&lt;br /&gt;// Series Fourteen - Favorite...&lt;br /&gt;-- Soap operas? Passions lol…&lt;br /&gt;-- Food? Steak and pasta&lt;br /&gt;-- Song? Bubble toes by jack johnson&lt;br /&gt;-- Thing to do? Random acts of boredom with bre&lt;br /&gt;-- Thing to talk about? Funny stuff that has happened to you&lt;br /&gt;-- Sport? swimming&lt;br /&gt;-- Drink? Iced tea&lt;br /&gt;-- Clothes? hoodies&lt;br /&gt;-- Favorite shoes: my new hikers&lt;br /&gt;-- Movie? Anything retarded with a good sound track&lt;br /&gt;-- Band? jars&lt;br /&gt;-- Holiday? civic&lt;br /&gt;-- Cars? Mini cooper s&lt;br /&gt;// Series Fifteen - What Are You Right Now...&lt;br /&gt;-- Shampoo do you use? Head and shoulders because it smells good&lt;br /&gt;-- Perfume do you use? Roots spirit&lt;br /&gt;-- Shoes do you wear? Flip flops&lt;br /&gt;// Series Sixteen - In The Past 24 Hours Have You&lt;br /&gt;-- had a serious talk? I think so&lt;br /&gt;-- hugged someone? I got laid on&lt;br /&gt;-- fought with a friend? I don’t usually&lt;br /&gt;-- cried? Not for a long time&lt;br /&gt;-- laughed? Oh ya&lt;br /&gt;-- made someone laugh? I believe so… my life ambitions&lt;br /&gt;-- bought something? Lots today&lt;br /&gt;-- cut your hair? Nope&lt;br /&gt;-- felt stupid? generally&lt;br /&gt;-- talked to someone you love? Talked with my mom all day and my girls last night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112234666545218623?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112234666545218623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112234666545218623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112234666545218623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112234666545218623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/07/infamous-survey-of-doom.html' title='the infamous survey of doom'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112226535327934369</id><published>2005-07-25T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T00:22:33.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>as if that just worked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112226535327934369?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112226535327934369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>F U</title><content type='html'>i just spent 30 min redoing the survey i already did once because i cannot find my server... aparently&lt;br /&gt;i am pissed off..&lt;br /&gt;its a fricking long survey&lt;br /&gt;ANGRY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112226524734914954?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112226524734914954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112226524734914954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112226524734914954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112226524734914954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/07/f-u.html' title='F U'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112182945215884968</id><published>2005-07-19T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:17:32.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>frick and frack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ok so i am now officially addicted to blogs.. not so much in a writing sense.. but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;more in a nosy i want to know as much about you as i can.. kind of way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i was reading justins blog... i don't know how it started but now i have to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;it... he had a gigantic survey on there.. everyone should do those.. i want to do one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;myself...  but with my being an open book and no one having the time or energy to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;read or finish one themselves... it looks like i am out of luck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i went out to dinner with my gyno aunt and some other relatives including my aunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;chistine who has trouble spelling her own name.. candice who is pretty enough that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;she has no problems in life and becci who has had some type of illness everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;since the age of 16... and her live in boyfriend... we made a lovely group... we ate at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;jasmines restaurant (she wasn't there)... and tried to have conversation that was on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;everyones level... my gyno aunt is a genious.. but socially awkward... as most doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;seem to be... i wonder if i go to school long enough.. i too will become insane in a new and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;wonderful way that can be explained away by saying... "she has her PhD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i tried to read a new magazine today at work... i only has 10 min so i didn't get sucked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;into it... it was called "the ecologist"... from the UK...  i think it is the type of magazine i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;would enjoy.. but then i would become too finatical.. but only in fits and starts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i need to learn to focus.. i seem to become distracted or bored at the drop of a hat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;in order to get married i may need a super stable person with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; multiple personality disorder.. that should keep me interested...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;well this is a lap top and the battery thingy is orange... so i should probably go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;thanks for reading this incoherant bullocks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;by the way my irish kids are gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i'm bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112182945215884968?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112182945215884968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112182945215884968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112182945215884968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112182945215884968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/07/frick-and-frack.html' title='frick and frack'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112122328944014202</id><published>2005-07-12T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:58:11.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wump = wimp,  Ween = wine,   Irish = Nutter</title><content type='html'>So i am learning to understand more Irish speakage as i go along...&lt;br /&gt;the phone makes me realize i have no idea what some of the irish kids are saying...&lt;br /&gt;whether they talk too fast or mumble or use totally different lingo... either way..&lt;br /&gt;i am generally lost.. but its fun... so i have learned how to spell the girls name...&lt;br /&gt;Maoilisea... lol.. she has recently decided that her mom made it up.. she's pretty cool..&lt;br /&gt;we went for a walk in vic park and we drove to my house to see it.. (if you have seen it&lt;br /&gt;you will understand).. so she got to meet my dog... who rocks.. cuz she is the coolest dog ever...&lt;br /&gt;then we went to my gramma's house to check out the horses.. i tried to get her to feed them oats&lt;br /&gt;out of her hand... she didn't really like the idea of that... afraid they would bite her...&lt;br /&gt;it was a pretty cool night...&lt;br /&gt;i get to hang out with jasmine and morgan tomorrow hopefully.. i haven't seen them in a while so&lt;br /&gt;i am looking forward to that.. just chillin and shootin the shit...&lt;br /&gt;i think i have to write an email now... or maybe i will put it off... need some time to think...&lt;br /&gt;they don't have squirrels in ireland.... they think they are rats with fuzzy tails... but i tend to disagree..&lt;br /&gt;rats at least are marginally intelligent.. squirrels.. are... well.. squirrelly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to avoidance&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112122328944014202?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112122328944014202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112122328944014202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112122328944014202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112122328944014202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/07/wump-wimp-ween-wine-irish-nutter.html' title='Wump = wimp,  Ween = wine,   Irish = Nutter'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112105346638143645</id><published>2005-07-10T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:39:09.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i like rollerblading</title><content type='html'>so i went to pride with my momma today..&lt;br /&gt;pretty fun... there were only a couple of protesters and they were&lt;br /&gt;all super trashy biker gang guys...&lt;br /&gt;they were yelling stuff like " carefull don't put your hand too close...&lt;br /&gt;the gays might bite it and then you will turn gay!!" what is this? dawn of then dead ..&lt;br /&gt;or dracula?...  one guy said to me "you are way too hot to be gay"  to which i replied "&lt;br /&gt;its guys who look like you that make me thank that i am" ... but in a country that supports&lt;br /&gt;free speech of proud homosexuals.. we should also&lt;br /&gt;allow the rights of the ignorant ...wow.. ok so ya... it get me a little fiesty..&lt;br /&gt;i am going to watch million dollar baby...with an old friend.. cuz my girls ditched me for&lt;br /&gt;the crappiest place on earth,... YUCK! braeside&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;movie time&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112105346638143645?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112105346638143645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112105346638143645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112105346638143645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112105346638143645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-like-rollerblading.html' title='i like rollerblading'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112096577653729884</id><published>2005-07-09T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:22:56.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;so i wanted to do some sort of journal update thing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i am trying to not eat sugar anymore... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;good luck to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;the first day i decided to start was "partner appreciation day" at * $ and so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;we got free cake and candy... frick... i reallly wanted to eat the candy.. mmm yummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;but i didn't !! yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;so i just finished day two and it was much better.. less tempting... we will see how i am in a weeks time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;so yesterday i was invited to go to club 181 with a guy from work and a chunk of irish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;kids...  so i dressed like a slutty lesbian... i had a great night... i have to say.. i did dress slutty.. but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;its harder to dress like a lesbian.. so maybe i didn't make the grade on that one.. no one told me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i met someone last night who is awesome but she is leaving to go back to ireland in a week.. so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i won;t be able to get to know her very well... i don't even know how to spell her name .. i will write it phonetically... maeleesa... shes rocking cool.. i love her.. already... hahah love at first sight perhaps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;didn't get a ton of sleep last night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;oh and i learned that the irish way of saying "pick up" or "hooking up" is "pull in".. haha.. sounds like fishing terminology... perhaps quite fitting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i am hoping to go to the london pride parade with my parents tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i don;t know what time it is at tho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;well once again i have lost all of my funnyness.... i appoloigze for my incorrect grammar and gorpy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;spelling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ciao for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112096577653729884?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112096577653729884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112096577653729884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112096577653729884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112096577653729884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-2.html' title='day 2'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112069991543069395</id><published>2005-07-06T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:31:55.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JULY!! and chicken chunks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may have beat Morgan to it... waahaa..&lt;br /&gt;chicken chunks.. that is what was offered to us for dinner while i was at her place a couple days ago.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to mcdonalds...  pretty special stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that i have been up to anything exciting lately.. working and watching&lt;br /&gt;rediculous amounts of CSI... but for the majority of the time i am thinking about&lt;br /&gt;what i am doing with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;doesn't look like much right now... but i am hoping it will all come together in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i have nothing funny to contribute today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i am a bit sleepy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;wow.. flights are expensive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;yuck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;air cancada sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i should go eat something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;perhaps that will aide my creativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i love you for being here in my darkest most boring moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112069991543069395?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112069991543069395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112069991543069395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112069991543069395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112069991543069395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/07/july-and-chicken-chunks.html' title='JULY!! and chicken chunks'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112016031350780561</id><published>2005-06-30T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T15:38:33.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>generally impressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Looking back over the last couple of days i have serveral "lightbulb" moments.&lt;br /&gt;one being - i enjoy stimulating conversation.. with anyone... but if you can have an interesting conversation with someone. immediatly that person becomes impressive.. or at least a the&lt;br /&gt;foundation for respect has been laid.&lt;br /&gt;secondly- i write too much on this blog. the problem is that i write as i speak. and i&lt;br /&gt;rarely speak in a linear or coherent fashion. so suffice to say.. my blogs are much too&lt;br /&gt;long and so become dull.. and probably fairly confusing... which is something i am trying&lt;br /&gt;to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly - there is a problem with my generation of women. perhaps it is due to the media...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not entirely sure. the problem is... most of them have a lack of appreciation for asian&lt;br /&gt;men. now it could be for several reasons... one is... they tend to be fairly short.. not all of&lt;br /&gt;them but i could say a good chunk... and i suppose most chicks like the being small&lt;br /&gt;feeling.. protection or something innate and stupid like that.&lt;br /&gt;secondly.. they have a reputation of being nerds, bullocks!! i say... i believe this is the&lt;br /&gt;media's doing.. if it's on tv or in a movie it must be true!! how often is there a charming&lt;br /&gt;lead character in a romantic comedy (not a karate based movie) that is an asian man???&lt;br /&gt;why not?? frick! i know several non geek super retardedly hot asian guys who could&lt;br /&gt;charm any chick i know just as well or better than any stinky white man.&lt;br /&gt;right now i hope i haven't made enough of an impression on justin to make him read my&lt;br /&gt;blog... but this issue came up yesterday and needs to be addressed.&lt;br /&gt;i think i am going to start ranting about work.. not today... but there are usually several&lt;br /&gt;idiots per hour that come into work that are note worthy..&lt;br /&gt;wow.. i am in a ranting mood... it feels good tho.&lt;br /&gt;going to brush my teeth now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for stopping bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112016031350780561?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112016031350780561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112016031350780561&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112016031350780561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112016031350780561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/06/generally-impressed.html' title='generally impressed'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-112002213118671963</id><published>2005-06-26T04:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T01:15:31.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At justins place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not much has happened lately... i have met some crazy african men and drank with&lt;br /&gt;some irish kids and right now i am in waterloo at jasmines friends house..&lt;br /&gt;his name is justin and is pretty fun to talk to..&lt;br /&gt;at first i had no idea what to talk to him about... we just hung out in his room&lt;br /&gt;for this first bit... weirdo!! and then we left for the sole purpose to drink..&lt;br /&gt;which was probably a good idea if i wanted to get to know him.. i like new people&lt;br /&gt;but generally i only like them for the first couple of minutes within meeting them..&lt;br /&gt;after that i generally have to start making an effort.. not a bit fan of that.. i like non-effort,&lt;br /&gt;comfort zone relationships... anyways we started chatting about political stuff... it was actually&lt;br /&gt;good....&lt;br /&gt;and then i found out he is left handed....left handed people impress me&lt;br /&gt;... i haven't talked to the swedish guy in a bit.. he will probably be staying in europe&lt;br /&gt;well... i am on someone elses computer and i should go because this is awkward...&lt;br /&gt;they are sitting silently and i am just typing away.. they are actually looking at me&lt;br /&gt;and it feels weird...&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to hide the huge zit in my face... it really isn;t working out for me...&lt;br /&gt;i am going to go now&lt;br /&gt;we are going to go for a walk now i guess...&lt;br /&gt;i hope we don;t see anyone shooting up&lt;br /&gt;i am horrible at typing&lt;br /&gt;leaving now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for stopping bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry this was so useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-112002213118671963?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/112002213118671963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=112002213118671963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112002213118671963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/112002213118671963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/06/at-justins-place.html' title='At justins place'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-111941571923824128</id><published>2005-06-22T03:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:48:39.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>So I got the results back from my career counselling thingy...&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep..&lt;br /&gt;they say i am a good chunk above average and that i can pretty&lt;br /&gt;much do anything i want to do.. which was a great help...&lt;br /&gt;what the crap! honestly..  they had a couple suggestions... to stay away from&lt;br /&gt;math.. i agreed with them on that one...&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to math i am forest gump...  no special abilities...&lt;br /&gt;some of the stuff that topped the charts were.. lawyer... writter.. photographer...&lt;br /&gt;physician.. actor... mechanic... so ya.. anything i want to be...&lt;br /&gt;bottom of the chart was sales... which makes me happy.. my dad&lt;br /&gt;is always telling me that i should be in sales..  but the very last thing on my&lt;br /&gt;last of options for careers is that.. and a court reporter... haha.. soo true..&lt;br /&gt;i would be telling people that the product i sell is crap and that they should go&lt;br /&gt;elsewhere or probably telling them that they didn't need a new car they should&lt;br /&gt;just go and do something fun with their family..&lt;br /&gt;so sleeping is going to be low priority while i sit and think about&lt;br /&gt;how lazy i am and how everyone else is just as smart or smarter than i am&lt;br /&gt;so the examination must be flawed..&lt;br /&gt;i found out i am an amazing stalker.. just ask vance or the crazy swedish&lt;br /&gt;man that i am stalking... i wonder if you can do it for a living.. not a PI but just&lt;br /&gt;following people around ...&lt;br /&gt;i introduced it to my mom yesterday,,,&lt;br /&gt;we went to toronto... she went for a meeting and i went to the ROM..&lt;br /&gt;i was there for 6 hours and like 1/2 of their exhibits were closed...&lt;br /&gt;the coolest stuff i saw was the armour and swords and stuff.. some of the swords&lt;br /&gt;were like 2M long.. that's retarded!! i didn;t really learn much while i was there..&lt;br /&gt;except that i know what baroque actually means now.. and&lt;br /&gt;that "great sword" in gaelic is ~claidhaemonhmor~ how stinking cool is that??&lt;br /&gt;there is also a crazy man from 320 BC that i want to look up.. he apparently&lt;br /&gt;came up with a new type of comedy... "Menander".. i will give more info&lt;br /&gt;when gotten.&lt;br /&gt;right now my computer is totally fritzed out.. so the postings are slim..&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;anyways .. stalking people is fun..&lt;br /&gt;we followed this woman in a red polkadot dress all the way to the train station and in&lt;br /&gt;it and almost all the way to her train..&lt;br /&gt;good thing that was where we were headed... but we had fun,..&lt;br /&gt;my mom isn;t much of a risk taker.. but the thought of getting caught was kind of&lt;br /&gt;fascinating.. to a crazy scientist/librarian.. i suppose it is...&lt;br /&gt;nicki payne is in 2 days!!!&lt;br /&gt;sooo excited!.. honestly.. how can you not love a woman who grew up in&lt;br /&gt;the trailer park that the "trailer park boys" is now filmed in ...&lt;br /&gt;she has a speech impediment and she runs around and humps everything..&lt;br /&gt;she is going to be HUGE!! GIGANTIC even...   ; )&lt;br /&gt;well i had best be off... hopefully my comp doesn't die right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you for being here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for stopping bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-111941571923824128?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/111941571923824128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=111941571923824128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111941571923824128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111941571923824128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/06/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-111885935303000670</id><published>2005-06-15T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:22:09.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At Morgans House</title><content type='html'>So right now I am at my friends house... spending our quality friendship time on the computer...&lt;br /&gt;We will be spending the rest of the day together.. doing some crazy dress modifications and such.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written in a super long time.. sorry to all of my fans.. i realize that i have broken all&lt;br /&gt;of your hearts... i will try to make it up to each and everyone one of you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why haven't i written?? well because my computer is completely fukt right now. i think we&lt;br /&gt;have a virus or something completely inconveinent like that. i blame... candice or natalie..&lt;br /&gt;haha.. no real reason for that.. just thought they would be a good scapegoat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life since the 7th has been.. busy i suppose..&lt;br /&gt;here is a synapsis.&lt;br /&gt;8th... went rollerblading with morgan... almost every day last week.. i am still horrible at it and i use&lt;br /&gt;her as a giant human shield at stop signs and at the bottom of hills and such.&lt;br /&gt;ok i don't know the dates of everything else so i am going just blabber for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night i went to a friends house and we eneded up meeting some people in his appt.. they were&lt;br /&gt;nuts.. one guy looked like he was straight out of an 80's vampire porn... open black button up shirt...&lt;br /&gt; long black hair.. bare chest... totally funny.&lt;br /&gt;saturday i worked and then slept of 15 hours straight..&lt;br /&gt;i ended up going to call the office again... lucky me.. i'm not sure why i go...&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened there&lt;br /&gt;i had a friend that informed me that she would be spending the night&lt;br /&gt;at her friends house of whom has numerous futons and that she was going to pick the green one&lt;br /&gt;sleep on because it matched her eyes...&lt;br /&gt;oh and i also had a gay man tell me he has a crush on me..&lt;br /&gt;what does that mean??&lt;br /&gt;that i am manly enough to be attractive to a gay man??&lt;br /&gt;or that i am pretty enough to be a gay man? i doubt that...  :D&lt;br /&gt;i think i hung out with friends for monday tuesday and wednesday..&lt;br /&gt;i helped to make some wedding invitations..&lt;br /&gt;wow.. that was a lot of work... i don't think i will be getting married.. but if i get sucked into it&lt;br /&gt;.. or my refugee idea ends up happening.. i think i will forego the invitations and just call everyone..&lt;br /&gt;perhaps and totally inconvient hours so that they either get pissed off and not want to come&lt;br /&gt;or so they at least remember the call and be on time to the ceremony...&lt;br /&gt;maybe it will be a themed wedding.. everyone has to wear a costume.. haha.. except me!!&lt;br /&gt;haha that would be great..&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i worked some more and hung out some more.&lt;br /&gt;i got to see Vance...&lt;br /&gt;that was fun.. we saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith... it was actually pretty stinking funny...&lt;br /&gt;i also went to yuk yuks.. it was ok.. there was an american woman who was the main&lt;br /&gt;act.... she actually.. if you can believe it... was a complete idiot and tanked.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;wow.. i sure hope that happens to me some day...&lt;br /&gt;nothing much else happened that i can recall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the best stalker ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for stopping bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytsirk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-111885935303000670?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/111885935303000670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=111885935303000670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111885935303000670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111885935303000670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/06/at-morgans-house.html' title='At Morgans House'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-111819514024305539</id><published>2005-06-08T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T21:45:40.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I am at my friend Breanna/Morgans house right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My computer has been on the fritz lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so all that i have to say is that i would appreciate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;if you left comments when you have viewed this page...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i need to know if i am loved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i am all hot and sticky right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;crazy ontario weather... next thing you know it will snow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i think i am going to go rollerblading tonight around 1030 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;or so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i like doing it in the dark.. less people around to laugh and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;point when i fall on my ass....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i saw Madagascar last night.. pretty funny... I have to say that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the giraffe (david schwimmer.. sp?) was the funniest.. along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;with the monkeys... "if you have any poo... now is the time to throw it..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the rest of the movie was ok... but not amazing by any stretch of the imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i am supposed to be socializing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;boooooerns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thanks for stopping bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-111819514024305539?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/111819514024305539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=111819514024305539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111819514024305539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111819514024305539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/06/comments-please.html' title='Comments please!'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-111804315636579550</id><published>2005-06-06T06:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T03:32:36.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call the Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;So tonight is sunday night and i went to "call the office" with my friend annie from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Sunday nights are retro nights and is pretty much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;just an excuse for people to dance in the most rediculous of ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;It has the ablility to be very entertaining..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;here is what happened last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i arrived with annie and we checked out the place looking for her friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;there weren't a ton of people there yet... we just chilled on the patio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;after a while we went on a tour and i was checking out the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(as any intelligent single person would do) and i thought i recognized someone on my left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;so i do a horribly blatant double-take and realize that i don't know this guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;but he sees me look at him both times and give me a big smile on the second one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;he was very cute..a splendid looking gentleman even...with a brown shirt with a long sleeve white shirt on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;underneath and an nice eyebrow ring...blonde, blues eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and for the rest of the night i kept catching his eye... this always feels weird to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;is he looking at me because i am stunning?? or because i am looking at him??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;or because he thought i may be mentally delayed... i'm not entirely sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;this happened again tonight with a different guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;not as hot.. i wasn't purposly looking at him.. but he seemed to be freakout by me.. but we kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;being in the same area...and running into eachother... which is weird when you are trying to avoid someone... what do you do in these awkward continual eye catching experiences...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;especaially when you aren't interested??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;weird weird weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i made a cool cup tonight.. out of all the water cups i had..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;people told me they thought it was pretty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;this made me feel special..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;a guy named seth slapped my ass a lot and bit my neck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;none of the above were expected and all came as a surprise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;he is friends with annie and shannon from work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i think he might be a slut... but he says he's not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;but serisously.. how many bartender/musicians do you know that aren;t slutty??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;anyways i'm sorry this one isn't funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;its 3 AM and it must be raining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it is raining.. i love the rain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;with thunder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;weather like this makes me want a cuddle buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;i have yet to let anyone know about this site...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;tomorrow may be the days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;i'm sorry this is so boring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;you truley are a good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;thanks for stopping bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-111804315636579550?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/111804315636579550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=111804315636579550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111804315636579550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111804315636579550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/06/call-office.html' title='Call the Office'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-111794353511381968</id><published>2005-06-05T03:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:52:15.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;This is a list I started in Anatomy class this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I had some girls in my closest proximity help me with it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Their ideas will be in a different colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Humourous,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;honest,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;intelligent,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;creative,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;spontaneous,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;symmetrical, &lt;br /&gt;forgiving, &lt;br /&gt;understanding,  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;nice muscles (not huge) / &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;athletic,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;fast metabolism,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;responsible,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;grounded,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;motivated /&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; ambitious,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;adaptability, &lt;br /&gt;nice eyes / good smile,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;musical/ artistic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;slightly confident (not overly so),  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;mildly agressive &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"chase me around, corner me and throw me on the bed" syndrome,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;stability,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;mildly sympathetic /&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; sensitive to you or emotionally available,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;good relationship with his family,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cooking ability,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;good listener/ supportive,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sarcasm,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;feminist qualities- respect- equality etc,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;attentive to sexual needs and desires/ can read signs and signals,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;liberal attitudes,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;proper hygeine,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;good teeth,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;thoughtful,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;beer drinker,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;wears good shoes,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;outdoorsy,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;not overly hairy - just enough,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;did we miss anything?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;thanks for stopping bye  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ytsirk  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-111794353511381968?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/111794353511381968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=111794353511381968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111794353511381968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111794353511381968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/06/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-111794143805343687</id><published>2005-06-05T02:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:17:18.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The interpreter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;So tonight.. because of my insane social life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I went to see a movie with my mom and ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The movie was called "the interpreter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It was ok.. lots of holes though and not really my type of film...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I guess i'm just not a huge fan of nicole kidman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Anyways... an idea for a movie that I would enjoy would be a reverse version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;of  "hitch".. i haven't viewed it but the idea of a female date doctor sounds fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;and the idea of watching ladies botch up worse than i could ever do on a date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; is apealling... having other women be more screwed up than myself and do it in a funny way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;THAT  is entertainment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;and then there is the educational factor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;i could always use some tips on how to behave on a date...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;i seem to have an innate ability to be confusing right away so the entire rest of the night i end up having to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;be continually explaining myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;and I have this ink on my forehead that i can't see but the majority of the male species &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;is able to see... that states that i am a lunatic and it is probably best not to look at me at all... and if you must definitly don't look at her face and totally dissregard the eyes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;you may instantly become a lunatic yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;this is your warning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;men in general confuse me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i tend to pick artsy kind of guys.. generally guys who play some sort of instrument...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'm not sure if that is because i like that they are talented in an area that i lack in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;or because if they can play music.. you don't necessarily have to converse with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;on a consistant basis... like my bestfriend Matt... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;who really in all honesty shouldn't be considered to be my best friend ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; because i never see him and i don't put forth any effort to see him or keep contact with him and when we do see eachother all we do is bitch at eachother and get frustrated..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;well anyways... he really likes to talk.. and i generally never have much to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(this may be because i'm a tad bit afraid that i will piss him off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;but one thing that we can do is sit... and he plays guitar and sings and i just chill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;or we drive around in his car and we listen and sing with the music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and for some strange reason... this keeps us together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I think my next entry will be my list of all the things i want in a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;thanks for stopping bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-111794143805343687?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/111794143805343687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=111794143805343687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111794143805343687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111794143805343687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/06/interpreter.html' title='The interpreter'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-111785500899908370</id><published>2005-06-04T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T23:16:49.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored to tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I am actually to a point of bordom that I may cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I think this boredom can only come to someone who was expecting to do something fun and then it turns out that they are a loser and nothing actually happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I get bored like this on a regular ocassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;my problem may be that i am a bit hyperactive so i can rarely do something and think about it at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;so while at work i find myself fantasizing about something fun and exciting to come at the end of my shift.. when in reality.. there is nothing.. and so it is like the ultimate of let downs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i need some friends who like to do stuff and not work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the vast majority of my friends are (on a regular basis) "busy" which leads me to believe that i must honestly be the most awefully boring and smelliest person on the planet.. or maybe just within my fairly small group of friends... i don;t even know if i can call it a grouping..  it is that small..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; i have no social network and so i'm going to die young.. i read that in a magazine... that people who have excellent social networks live longer and healthier lives than hermits..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i don;t know if that is because hermits have to hunt for their own food and poo in a hole in the ground... but it seems i am a modern day hermit... no friends to speak of .. i don;t hunt for my own food but the fridge sometimes grows stuff that i have to beat off with a bat.  and when i have to cook for myself it's kindof like hunting.. well.. there is the danger involved anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; hate reading this thing over when i am done.. i realize how fantasically uncomical i really am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;which depresses me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;as you can see i am borderline bipolar.... i like to think of myself as special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;well you have a great night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;thanks for stopping bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ytsirk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-111785500899908370?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/111785500899908370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=111785500899908370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111785500899908370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111785500899908370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/06/bored-to-tears.html' title='Bored to tears'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-111776399738372870</id><published>2005-06-03T01:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T21:59:57.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So look at this.. my second blog thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Today was pretty uneventful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i did a bit of stalking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;went to the dentist who told me i might have to get some good ol' fashioned braces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yee haw.. there is something every 21 year old wants...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; today was also the pilot testing for my moms crazy well water study...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i got to ask my relatives about crazy stuff... and then ask them to insert a Q-tip up their rectums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;good times.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;chatting with a crazy swede right now online... funny man.. doesn't know it tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i think this one is going to be short.. i am going to go to the brass door with annie tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;should be good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;thanks for stopping by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-111776399738372870?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/111776399738372870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=111776399738372870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111776399738372870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111776399738372870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/06/blowing.html' title='blowing'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13351149.post-111768272654964822</id><published>2005-06-02T02:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:25:26.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Number uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So this is my very first blog thing... and quite possibly my last..&lt;br /&gt;I really never have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;But I do tend to talk a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Well here is the background on my life for the last couple of months..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I have been going to school at D'Arcy Lane Institute of Massage Therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;for the last couple months.. I hated it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;For the longest time I thought I wanted to be a massage therapist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I am a very touchy person and decided that I would be able to handle all of the gross stuff that comes with it... hairy backs... b'acne..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;and i can.. but i can't get over the intimacy of it and i can't touch people i don't like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So there's that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I also had a girl in my class "fall in love with me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;which I think turned out to be complete bull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After a night of her drinking and getting a bit too agressive for me... I stopped talking to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This all seems harsh... and it was super hard on me.. but in the end I think it was for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;There are currently no men in my life...  not even on the roster..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;so that's pretty boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I guess I should give reasoning for starting this whole thing up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i think i am going to be super bored this summer and need something to take up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;a bit of my time... Jasmine introduced me to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I also wanted to see how long it will last for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I think that is probably good for tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;thanks for stopping by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ytsirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13351149-111768272654964822?l=kklc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/feeds/111768272654964822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13351149&amp;postID=111768272654964822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111768272654964822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13351149/posts/default/111768272654964822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kklc.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-uno.html' title='Number uno'/><author><name>ytsirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00317720350489545190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
