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[Mar. 18th, 2006|10:37 am] |
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I drank green beer and danced to 90's hip hop on the coffee table. |
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| We Jazz June |
[Mar. 8th, 2006|06:55 pm] |
In grade six the coolest of the cool kids, the 'I could pass for middle school' smartasses, or as I now like to remember them: the maplewood school oligarchy, invited me to hang out with them at the Granthem plaza after school. I remember this being very exciting for me at the time because it was validation that I was, in fact, cool. We girls would try on make-up samples at Shoppers Drug Mart and the guys would... well I don't remember what they did.
We would then huddle behind the dumpsters which themselves were hidden behind the plaza. Someone would have stolen two or three cigarettes from their father or mother's pack, light them, and pass them around.
My father always wanted me to come home right after school because he said I could be up to no good. I always did what I wanted regardless because I labelled myself independant. Others might have assigned a different word.
To tie this story up, my father starts driving around the plaza searching for me, yelling my name, and us kids, we scatter like marbles hitting the pavement, and in the blink of an eye I've already sprinted half-way down the street.
My father slowly drives up, rolls down the window, yells for me to get inside, and then gives me the t.v. sitcom lecture.
So like any kid who receives a life lesson about doing something wrong, I made damn sure I never got caught again.
Today I'm walking home from the mall, cigarette in hand, and at 21 years of age, I still had that dreaded 'oh shit' feeling as my Mother slowly pulls up and rolls down the window. I really don't know how I expected her to react but all she basically did was start laughing and yell 'not you too!' (after a summer in a steel factory my brother decided he was a smoker).
So there really was no point in this story, other than the fact I had hid I smoked on and off for the past ten years, and the only reaction I get is a hyena cry that my mother claims as laughter.
heartwarming, isn't it? |
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| Pre-occupation with internal dialogue and debate Volume 1 |
[Jan. 31st, 2006|11:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Just Finishe Work | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Thistle hallway | ] |
Sometimes I seriously think a University education breeds contempt, class distinction, and in a complete generalization: assholes.
Think of it this way:
For those of us in liberal arts, a primary skill practised, besides oral and written communciation, is objective analysis. And of course we can never have objective analysis without his fraternal twin CRITICISM. Before taking any source seriously we learn its important to always be skeptical of its validity. Furthermore, if you even think of expressing a personal opinion SUBSTANTIAL EVIDENCE is crucial.
I honestly believe this frame of mind spills out of the classroom and into the real world. If you have an opinion without empirical or substantial evidence (and you're taking yourself completely seriously) don't even open your mouth to me about it because its just going to give me a headache and make me cringe. Even worse, no one can handle a devil's advocate in the 'real world' because they feel so threatened and personally offended by the opposition.
People get so heated when someone discredits an individuals interest or opinion. I find it absolutely hilarious to watch. A student in seminar was DISGUSTED that anyone could believe there was purpose or merit to the Franz Ferdinand music video - Do you want to? I can understand emotional involvement in say... Euthanasia, Abortion, hell how about Peace in the Middle East even... but a MUSIC VIDEO? That's like if you told me Blue was a terrible colour and I replied BUT BLUE IS THE COLOUR OF MY SOUL!!! HOW DARE YOU?!
Exploring my opening statement in reverse, education has always been a sign of class distinction. However, in a city like St. Catharines where everyone (ignoring marginalizations) is primarily middle class, I find it hard as a University student to not make distinctions of rank based on intelligence. Objectively, I know its pretentious and self-indulgent, but I still do it. If at this age an individual still cannot write comprehensibly, is it truly their fault as much as someone who possesses an unattractive appearance is to blame? Facts can be learned, but innate intelligence and aptitude for absorbing information is as genetic as physicality. However, being submerged in a domain that measures achievement through intellectualism, is this attitude really surprising?
You know what else you learn in University? How to bullshit. Don't take anything I say too seriously.
- Leander Golobus |
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| Marsha! Marsha! Marsha! |
[Jan. 10th, 2006|10:32 pm] |
Today was brutal. 8 am I boarded the bullet to go to class, worked a shift between classes, and just came home from class now (10pm). Doesn't Brock know that every four hours I need a recharge nap!?!?
Someone needs to teach me a lesson in social interaction 101. I complain that I have a hard time meeting people but everytime someone tries talking to me I do the infamous monotone 'yeaahhhhhh'. Case in point being the hot dude that kept talking to me in lecture today.
I'm taking less classes this year because I decided my chillsville time is just as important as my academic time. This year is basically a glory lap of second year since I switched majors anyway. Oh and man do I love Shakespeare in University. Instead of actually reading the play, I just sparknote that puppy and we're good to go.
Another important bulletin: I hate my hair. I look in the mirror and I can't find Leah anywhere! It's so short and unflattering that I just want to poke two eye holes in a paper bag and wear it over my head. I know I'm being so melodramatic but in public I act like Quasimodo would when unexpectedly thrown into a room full of strangers. EARTH TO LEAH: people can still see you when you hunch over and avoid eye contact. |
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| The 20 Random Facts About You Quiz! (from Lyn) |
[Oct. 16th, 2005|01:38 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | lazy sunday | ] |
| [ | music |
| | metric- the lifestyle | ] |
1. My parents wouldn't allow me to eat or drink anything with red food colouring until I reached highschool because of the way it made me act when I was a little kid
2. I am obsessed with 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' and 'Angel'
3. When I was either 11 or 12, Family and Children's Services placed me in a group home (about ten kids) for a short while. There was a pool table, video games, jacuzzi bath tub, and movie nights. I never wanted to leave.
4. I have two step-brothers. One is a 24 year old total goth who never leaves his grandparent's basement. We've met once. The other went to my highschool, same grade. We lived together for about a year and havn't spoke since I left home.
5. I have dual citizenship with the United States and a welcome letter signed George Bush.
6. I've seen Jesus Christ Superstar more than any other movie and way too many times to count. (and I still love it)
7. My mother blocks memories she finds disagreeable and shows signs that she can't distinguish fantasy from reality. I'm terrified I'll be the same way. I find that I share many of her characteristics more and more as I grow up.
8. Despite popular belief that I don't like animals, I once had a dog named Buster who I loved very much. I find other pets just poor in comparison.
9. This is the first year in many where I've used real sheets and blankets on my bed. I used to just throw mexican blankets over me and in highschool it was joked that I slept in the conditions a dog would.
10. I worry so much I seize up and can stop breathing.
11. My highschool guidance counsellor pushed for me to live at 'Bethleham Place'. I was accept, but refused. THANK GOD.
12. I have two large moles on the side of my pointer finger. A hindu reflexologist told me it was significant because of the placement and meant I was destined to be a great leader.
13. I grew up in a separate household from my brother. He's two years younger.
14. I used to be a competitive swimmer. My 'golden' moment is when I was thrown in a heat with all boys and kicked their asses in the backstroke. Everyone watching went wild because I was this chubby girl.
15. Val and I went to New Orleans and spent 2 to 3 thousand dollars (ridiculous). On bourbon street, we snuck into a ritzy hotel party and 15 minutes later ended up being kicked out. Those 15 minutes are my favourite memory.
16. The people in my life don't know how much I appreciate them.
17. I was once punched in the face for telling a girl to 'go fuck a cow.' (the real reason was that I was new to the school and stole her best friend for a short while. She HATED me at first, and then invited me to come over for lunch a few months later.)
18. I used to shoplift a lot in my pre-teens and sometimes I still get a five-finger discount on clothes.
19. My last name means Pigeon in english.
20. I am a confirmed catholic (my mother's doing) and in highschool I was 'saved' twice by christians. I read up on religion a lot (including witchcraft- everyone loves hearing about that).
I never found what I was looking for. |
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| And I kill your kind just for fun |
[Sep. 24th, 2005|10:30 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | I don't wanna get up | ] |
| [ | music |
| | future bible heroes - I'm a vampire | ] |
So I'm currently up getting ready for work and I STILL feel drunk. (EDIT: like drunk to the point where I put my contacts on TWICE, and was so confused as to why I couldn't see anything when I put them in the SECOND time)
Also, apparently last night was fucking sketchy. Leanne had a guy follow her home?!?! All I remember is Leanne giving me sweet lovin' at 3 in the morning.
haha! and probably the best part of the night was the cab home. Lyn and I ended up sharing a cab with 3 people for my first year residence. The whole way home Lyn was riling everyone up to scream 'I love Golob' or 'Golob's the shit'. I had my own cheerleading team with Lyn shouting out orders.
So all in all, I had a good night. Plus Jenny was there... who needs to come down more often! |
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| Everything's coming up Golob, AGAIN |
[Sep. 23rd, 2005|09:45 am] |
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OHH NOOOO. just got $1000 bursury from Brock, totalling $4000 in free money this year. WHY IN GOD'S NAME DID I NEVER DO THIS BEFORE???? |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 11th, 2005|11:14 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | the organ- brother | ] |
this weekend basically turned out to be the GolobKenneyNatale marathon with important cameo's of course!
wine, pot, emily rose, food, more food, and talking in my bed for hours. pretty chill but good times all the same.
my weekend shift was 5:00 to 8:30 sunday night with Leanne. as little interference with my life as possible. it's a sweet deal.
my journal's boring but I guess that's not the point of this entry. Basically. I'm looking for snacks or meal ideas that don't contain so many damn carbs. I always feel gross after eating them, like my skin is oozing grease. But the fact of the matter is that I'm not creative in the kitchen. Can anyone let me in on their favourite carb-free snacks/meals?
p.s. anyone who has been in my lair knows that the wood panelling on the walls make it dark as hell. well, the bulbs burnt out and the only option to replace it (without a trip the store) was a 40w. So the moral of the story is my room has the lighting of a grade eight make-out party. |
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| A Buzak Occasion |
[Aug. 27th, 2005|10:25 pm] |
The Setting:
My 70+ Croatian grandfather sits next to me. Tubes are connected from his nose to his oxygen tank. He pushes serbian rum towards me as I hold up my hands in refusal.
"Drink it or wear it" |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 10th, 2005|01:41 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cradle of Filth- Queen of Winter (Vals making me) | ] |
ok I hate Brock. I never get what I want. but anyway. here are my courses:
I'm currently Psych/Eng b.a. with history as a teachable (my back-up plan) and I've got absolutely no electives.. but psyc and english is all I'd really want to take anyway so its good.
ENGLISH
-Popular Narrative ENGL2F92
-Young People's Literature before the 1900's ENGL2P10
-Early Seventeeth Century Literature ENGL2P24
-Contemporary Literature in the Modern World ENGL3P39
PSYCHOLOGY
Psychology of Human Sexuality PSYC 3P34
HISTORY
Women in the Pre-Modern World HIST 2Q96
Glory and Despair in the United States HIST2P15 (oh god I do not want to take this class, but it was the only damn history that fit)
LANGUAGE REQUIREMENT
First Year Spanish SPAN1F00 (seems the most practical since I have dual citizenship although I doubt that I'm moving to Miami anytime soon. And if I wanted French I would be forced to take advance.. and that's just not going to happen)
So is anyone in any of these classes? Can anyone who's previously taken any offer any insight? |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 4th, 2005|09:25 pm] |
I would never recommend taking coachcanada from Montreal. I had a really good time there. It was good to see Elliot and Miriam, the city, and everyone needs a little break from St. Catharines of course. It was also nice to have some of my friends contact me the minute I got home.
now onto more pressing matters. fuck you brock. I'm not eligable for financial assistance for bursuries?!?!!? WHAT THE FUCK??? OSAP considers me an independant! I have zero for school. Are they drunks? ok glad that's over with. damn. I thought I would qualify for sure. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 1st, 2005|02:59 pm] |
yesterday was the longest bus ride of my entire life. The woman next to me was sleeping with her mouth wide open the entire way, and I couldn't help but to stare at her.
The city is really nice. I know a lot of people have been here before so that's not big news.
Elliot and Miriam are being very accomodating, which is really nice. And I'm thankful for that.
The cat loves me. And me and cats don't usually have that sort of relationship.
haha I'm such a moron. We were in the video store, and I was thinking 'they sure do have a lot of foreign films.' until I saw the horror section called 'horreur' that was kind of a duh moment.
I love this article too much : http://www.style.com/w/feat_story/070505/full_page.html |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 30th, 2005|09:09 pm] |
I had a hilarious day at work today, but I'm so lazy to type it out in great detail. Point of the story is, me and lyn bailed work early to go to a sketchy foot parlour (which is actually a facade because behind closed doors it is indeed a 'rub and tug') so anyway. they don't take debit. we went to get money which meant going to commissios which was closed. walking another direction and have the guy hiding in burger king run out to ask where we're going. we tell him the bank. we start running. he starts following. we hide in sitel (where we had had just skipped out on) we get austin to pick us up in the runnaway car. we get in back exit and duck. the man is wandering around sitel parking lot searching for us.
all in a day's work.
So I'm out until Thursday. To all my friends, if I don't see you before I leave... farewell... I will return. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 2nd, 2005|02:27 am] |
ok me and leanne danced alone to gwen stefani
what up with that?
it was hot. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 18th, 2005|12:34 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  groggy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Postal Service- against all odds | ] |
May 9th is the beginning of the end.
I start full time employment at Sitel.
So if anyone is planning on fleeing with me to Europe (expenses paid by you of course), you have until May ninth.
p.s. I'm up at 12:30, for those aware of my sleeping patterns it would appear that today is the apocolypse. |
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| dark shadows and empty hallways... thank you Tammy St. John |
[Mar. 29th, 2005|07:33 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Maxine Darren- How Can I hide it from my heart | ] |
We found our final roommate. Simon did in fact come through for us. He's the sweatpants and baseball cap kind of guy, but he's friendly and talkative. He also smokes weed a lot and occasionally attends the red square, so he should fit in well.
I am downloading a various artists album of British Girlpop from the 60's off Darryl. I may in fact be in heaven. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 18th, 2005|08:03 pm] |
Good ol' Betsy is back and ready for action!
It's been a few months but me and my trusty (or not so trusty) computer are reunited.
Farewell Leanne and Awndrea........
I am sorry to disappoint, but I will no longer be in your bedrooms from the crack of dawn until two in the morning...
ALSO. can anyone tell me how I can make it so i'm permanently logged on livejournal. I JUST LOVE IT THAT MUCH! I'm a sick individual. |
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