Tuesday, April 29, 2003
Trying to Scam The Library? Just Don't
I need to go to the library, I need to go to the library. And so I go. I read and research and wander and research and need to borrow some books. And so I do...until I realized that I have an outstanding overdue fee of $11.25 that I didn't want to pay. My plan? Fill out a form, get a new card and go scot-free!
Me: Hi, I'd like to register for a new library card please.
Clerk: Oh, is it for you?
Me: Uhh - no, it's for my mom. I've...never had one before.
Clerk: Okay, well can I get your phone number please?
Me: 123-456-7890 *I'm not putting my real number on the internet*
Clerk: Oh! Are you Shirley? Well it looks like you already have one under your name!
Me: Oh! Heh heh...yeah...that must be, uhh, the one I lost. Yeah, I lost that one a while ago. So can I just have a new one please?
Clerk: Well, it costs $2 to replace a lost card. And with your current fees, that'll be $13.25.
Me: How about I just pay the fee, and not get a replacement card? I won't be here in September anyway.
Clerk: Well, you need a library card if you want to borrow those books.
Me: Aw jeez. Hey! Look at this! I've got my brother's card in my back pocket, can I just use this one?
Clerk:...Alright. *scanscanscan* You can tell your brother that he owes $6.50.
And in regards to the actual paying of the late fees:
Me: Uhm, I don't have any cash on me, only Interac. Would I be able to pay it the next time I'm here?
Clerk: Oh, we just got our new debit machine in!
Me: Oy vey.
There was just no way out. At least my money went towards a good cause.
Saturday, April 26, 2003
All I Want For
Two nights ago, I developed a cough. A light, delicate, girly one, but a cough nonetheless. A dry cough. Alright, so it's no big deal, I figure it's just an itch in my throat...but Gary makes me paranoid and I start freaking out because I have no thermometer in the house with which to take my temperature. Do Chinese families own thermometers?
So then the hoping and praying and wishing began. For phlegm.
See, the infamous cough of the SARS is of a dry nature, therefore, if I had a phlegmy cough, I was safe. So I started using that visualization-healing method and picturing myself hacking it up. Ew. *shudder* And it worked! Yesterday morning, I started coughing with slight notes of phlegm in my throat, and this morning I am proud to say that I, Shirley Manh, have a glorious, phlegmy cough.
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
The CDs Were Good
I'm glad Mazzy Star was as good as it was. I only knew one song when I got it, Fade Into You, which is still as beautiful as I remember it. It's a very wispy song that actually made it to the Top 40 list (circa 1993) and got the band popular. The rest of the album was easy listening, her voice was mellow, and it has a very nice jazzy, blues-y feel to it. It didn't sound as refined as all the other modern music stuffs out there, which I like. A very grass roots, acoustic sound. Nice. I would recommend it (especially to you Chris).
Coldplay was...well, good too. I'm biased so I don't think that I can give a good review of any sorts. I really like the mellow-outness of Coldplay, and Chris Martin is cool. Plus, I've heard this CD before in Bio class, thanks to Winnie, so I knew I wanted to get it. It's nice background music to have.
Alright people, Theory of a Deadman is still waiting for you to own it!
I Hope You're SARS-less Gregory
Never let me go to the mall. That's an order.
It was a Chris n' Shirley Afternoon O' Fun today as we headed to the mall after the ever-exciting Classics meeting where we realized there's only a week and a half before Conference! Woo hoo! I have two oral readings, a gazillion tests to study for and some creative things to do...like paint the walls of the library at Alexandria. Wowzers.
I picked up Mazzy Star's So Tonight That I Might See album, and Coldplay's Parachutes. They're my new doing-homework-music CDs. And then I spent some more money on cheap clothing items from the ever-friendly Thrifty's. My mother insists that I start stocking up on clothes for next year because I'll be SO busy with university work that I won't have time to do my laundry. Yes mother dear, yes indeed.
By the by, does anyone want the Theory of a Deadman CD for the low, low price of $10? Please? Anyone? Hello?
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
I Don't Have SARS, I Swear
It's just a little cold. A stress cold. 'Cause I'm so stressed out!
I just saw the video for the Foo Fighters' Times Like These, and wow, is it ever weird. It starts off boring enough with them playing under a bridge in some field, and then this little girl throws her Gameboy at them. Okay. All of a sudden, this huge crowd forms on the bridge and everyone is throwing crap at the band down below. It starts off with small items like balls, pieces of paper, toys etc. Eventually, they throw TVs, chairs, and a foosball table. OKAY. Then come the cars and a friggin' house. Alrighty-o, whatever blows your hair back. It's cool, but weird. Oh you Foos, you are so cool.
Off to do the work that I ignored over the weekend. Whee! But first, my mum is going to trim the splitty ends of my hair off! I'm sure no little girl would want her wig to have gross hair. In the words of that Pantene model, "Goodbye split ends!"
Saturday, April 19, 2003
Alrighty then, that was Eileen abusing my blog.
That is all.
Hi, my name is Shirley and I'm a doofushead. Yay me! This morning, I taught Eileen how to read Greek for the Classics Conference and we listened to Russian Techno. After that, we played a rousing game of Harry Potter. Well, actually, we're about to play it now. Yeehaw!
Friday, April 18, 2003
A Night At The Movies
I haven't been to a movie theater in ages, and tonight, I was reminded of the reason. I hate loud things. Rumbly trucks, yelling, movie trailers...except loud music, I like my music loud. Anyway, we went to see Bowling for Columbine, but before the movie came on, we had to sit through trailers, of course. Now, in the past, I loved trailers; I had to be really early lest I miss even a second of them. That was back when movies were a little tamer, funnier, still dramatic but not scary. Nowadays, all the new movies that are coming out look horrifying enough to make me pee myself right there in the already sticky theater. I HATE scary movies. Can't watch 'em. Or hear them. I'm the biggest 'fraidy cat in the world. Anyway, from now on, I will be purposely late to movies just so I can miss those goodness-awful previews.
Now, Bowling for Columbine: GOOD. If you described it as what it is - a documentary on guns (and fear, kinda) - it wouldn't sound enticing in the least, but it is worth the two-hour butt-numbing sit. The cinematography isn't great, but hey, it's a guy walking around with a camera on his shoulder. Some bad cuts here and there, the screen is black for just a second too long, but maybe it's what he intended. Although I thought it was fine, you should try to ignore the presentation of the film, and instead, focus on the content. He has some pretty good things to say, and the people he interviews do too...and some of them are so stupid it's funny. Here and there you laugh, here and there you may cry. I did.
His portrayal of Canada is hilarious; he went to Sarnia and Windsor to collect his info. Windsor? Sarnia? I wonder if his portrayal of the US is as inaccurate....
The movie made me realize a few things:
1. Something is wrong (namely with the USA).
2. Charlton Heston is a prick. Watch the movie, you'll agree with me. Well, maybe you'll call him a bastard instead.
3. Michael Moore is way cool.
A Little R & R
The past few days have been all about discovery. Discovering small, but deep sensual pleasures that bring a genuine smile to my soul. I've always thought that it's the little things that make you truly happy, at least for a little while. Or they manage to relax you and take your mind so far away from reality that everything is just...bliss.
Music. Enigma. Delerium. One And One, Robert Miles. Far Away Trains Passing By, Ulrich Schauss
Books. Romance. Sweet Release, Pamela Clare
I got an Xpresspost package from Western. Apparently, they're offering me accpetance and The President's Scholarship of $2000. Kinda skimpy for a President's scholarship. I jest, I jest. I'll really take what I can get. So I only have to decide between Western and Laurier because I've pretty much cut out Queen's. Sure, it's a great place, pretty campus with highland dancing and bagpipes, but I don't like their Commerce program. The PIF is due April 25th, and if I don't send it in, they won't take me.
I don't think I'm going to send it in.
Here's the last bit of the lyrics from Running:
Running all the time
Running to the future
With you right by my side
Thursday, April 17, 2003
Like A Riddle Wrapped In A Riddle Wrapped In A Box With Little Pink Hearts On It
Most mellowing/spirtual/feel good song of all time: Return to Innocence, Enigma
Oh, it feels SO good. I walked into school today and heard it playing over the announcements. Immediately, I smiled, my mood soared and my day was better because of it. I charged into the accounts office to see who had chosen this song, and had unintentionally become my new best friend.
Me: *awestruck* You like Enigma??
Mr. S: Yeah, sure.
Me: Like, really? Really?
Mr. S: Yeah!
*dumbfounded silence as I stare at him*
Me: WOW! Ihadnoideayoulikedthem! Ididn'tthinkthatanyonelikedthem!
Mr.S: *mocking me* Yeah, we should start an Enigma club.
So I love Enigma. Being German and all, they're way cool. The Germans always have the best music. Check out Ulrich Schauss too (I don't actually know where to find the guy, apparently he hides himself well. If you're really interested, talk to Chris). I first heard Return to Innocence in 1994 when Shae-lynn Bourne and Victor Kraatz did their Olympic ice dance routine to it, and that's when the obsession started. I met Chris in high school and found that he liked them too, now Mr. Shigeshi, way cool. Their sound is different, kinda new-age with cool wind instruments sometimes, synthesizers, lots of bass and chanting. Gotta have the chanting. It's mostly instrumental stuff, inserted every now and then is a group of chanting males or a wispy female voice singing something seductive in a different language (Latin being one of them!). Anyhoo, give them a listen. And if you only listen to one Enigma song ever, make it Return to Innocence.
As I promised, another bit from Running:
I'm the one you chose
Out of all the people
You wanted me the most
I'm so sorry that I'm falling
Help me up lets keep on running
Don't let me fall out of love
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
A Lesson In Fragments
Rugby practice today. Cold. Rain. Windy. Run, run. Pass, pass. Run some more. Water, water, I need water. A nice yoga stretch later and we were scrumming. Crouch, touch, engage! Drive! Drive! I hook that ball good. She kicks, we catch, she runs, we tackle. Rip! Pass! Drive! Support! Drive! Drive! And we all fall down. Sorry I sat on you. How about a sorry for stepping on my foot with your cleat? What do you mean 6-cleated boots aren't allowed? We paid $90, and $90 cleats are allowed. 6 cleats or not. C'mon girls, let's go! No giggling allowed. Forwards left! Runrunrun! Get that ball, tackle, rip and it's out. Try! Get her! And we win. Go team. Check out my battle scars. Ew, that looks like a growth. Hey, that one's blue. So that's what happens when you get stepped on with a cleat. Yeah.
Anyway, with the onslaught of Easter, I have been consuming more chocolate in the last week than I have been in the past month or so. Not only do I have those delicious little eggs, I also have a bag of Easter coloured Kisses that Katy sent me. Yum. Xpresspost Kisses....
Because I'm still in love with Running, here's some more lyrics. I've decided to give you bits n' pieces, and not in order either. I'm wicked. No Doubt.
As fast as we can
I really hope you make it
(Do you think we'll make it?)
Keep holding my hand
It's so we don't get separated
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
From 27 Degrees to Hail In Two Days
I had a conversation with Gary a while ago about small talk and it taught me that very often people live from crisis to crisis. The sad bits of our lives make for the best conversation. That's why I refuse to watch the news or read the newspaper (with the exception of the Economist & Sun because it isn't really a newspaper). It's always this-man-was-shot-tonight or this-house-burned-down or there were x numbers of robberies/car accidents/shootings/stabbings etc. I think Ms. McLeod and I have this one thing in common; we wish to celebrate the good things in life.
Here we go:
- Congratulations to the Certamen teams for sweeeeeping all first place trophies!
- Did you know that both Gary and Brian won the Queen's Chancellor's scholarships? Cause they did. Congrats to the boyos.
- I got a fancy phone call on Friday telling me that I won $1000. I don't know how because I wasn't at home to get the call. But I finally get back to the guy today and apparently I got the Markham Board of Trade scholarship thingy.
Stuck in my head: Running, No Doubt
Beautiful, beautiful song.
Be the one I need
Be the one I trust most
Don't stop inspiring me
And The Slacking Has Begun
Thank goodness marks have already gone in because my brian has totally shut off. I can't even write properly anymore! Anyways, that's beside the point. The real point is: I'm breaking in some new sandals. These were the It's-A-New-Year sandals I got for cheapcheapcheap way back when. After only a day at school, I can see two blisters the size of Texas forming on my beloved pinky toes. But I'm dealing with it because off came the socks and I said "Screw shoes!" and "No pants for Shirley!" and then I put on a skirt.
That is all.
Sunday, April 13, 2003
How Much More Can I Apologize For?
I have deemed today "Declaration Sunday" because today, I declare something. And that something is this: I never want to be famous. I take back anything I ever said about wanting to be famous, because I don't anymore! Being in the media isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sure, people may start thinking that you're cool, but when something you say makes someone angry and they make someone else angry and they make you angry (and sad), it isn't good.
At the end of the article, I said a little something about wanting to work for the Cancer Society or any other non-profit organization that funds medical research or feeds the homeless etc. I also said that my goal is to ensure a larger percentage of donations goes towards the actual cause and not to administrative purposes. It's true, that's what I think, and honestly...doesn't everyone think that?
Anyway, this lady from the CCS calls Mr. Caswell on Friday and was polite, but upset that I had said those things about the society. So he got upset. And then he pulled me out of calc to make me upset. Da dada dada, a few moments later, I'm crying because I feel so bad about what happened and Mr. Caswell isn't doing anything to make it better (in fact, I think he tried to make it worse).
Look, all I can say is I'm sorry and I didn't mean it like that...because I didn't. Really. And I don't know what else I can say to make this any better. I wasn't even talking about the CCS specifically, I was speaking about organizations in general...and...I...*sigh* I know it's April, Daffodil/Cancer Month, I didn't mean to make them sound bad or look bad and I didn't mean to tarnish the relationship LEAD has with the society, and I just didn't mean to do any harm! Someone asked me a question and I answered. How did it end up like this?
Anyway, I'm asking the Economist to print a little apology and some info about the CCS's distribution of funds, and I'm going to write a letter apologizing to the society.
The Canadian Cancer Society is a private non-profit organization, funded by donations from the public and money raised through our fundraising activities. The Canadian Cancer Society would not be able to offer these services or fund important research without the generous help of donors and volunteers. The Canadian Cancer Society makes the best use of every donated dollar, keeping administration costs low in order to fund research and provide community services to help people living with cancer and their families and friends. The Ontario three year average for fund distribution is as follows: Research 49%, Community services 33%, Fundraising 12% and Administration 6%.
Anyway, if you see me, don't bring this up unless you really want to see my eyes well up with tears. I learned my lesson the hard way and I'm sorry, alright?
Saturday, April 12, 2003
When that article came out in the Economist & Sun, I didn't read it at first simply because I didn't want to. I thought it would be weird and when I finally did read it, it was. For those of you who actually read that article, perhaps you noticed some things that weren't quite right. I sure did, and for the life of me, I don't know why it happened.
- I'm not the chairperson of the Classics Club, I'm simply an executive member.
- I'm not the editor of my school magazine this year, that was last year.
- I'm not part of the LEAD Program this year, that was three to two years ago.
- I did not chair the Cancer Campaign last year, that was two years ago.
- I didn't raise $8300 by myself, there was a committee of sixteen people and two hundred volunteers.
I am deeply sorry for these errors and I hope they have not offended anyone. My sincerest apologies...I didn't mean for this to happen.
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
I'm working on a Classics assignment that was due on Tuesday. I know, I'm bad. But I talked to Jason for 2.5 hours the night before and by the time I got off the phone, I had lost any remnants of my will to do work.
I really have nothing to say, at least, nothing of interest. But I'm here anyway because this blog has become something like a child to me. Every now and then I check up on it to make sure it's still alive. That's right ladies and gentlemen, I can't wait to be a mother. Did I mention my cacti are going weird? I think I watered them too much and now it's growing grey bumps and fuzz. First, I kill a fish and now, I can't even take care of a plant. Me as a mother people, me as a mother....
I went to try on my dress again today, but it was definitely gone. Eileen told me that when she went to look at it, someone was at the counter purchasing a size 4. That's my size! That's my dress! You heard me, even though I have not paid for it and simply drooled over it, it's mine! Possessive much?
Thank you to everyone for your loving words as of late, although I may not be able to express my feelings so well, they mean a lot to me. Really.
Monday, April 07, 2003
Honoured, To Say The Least
Miss Stankiewicz had been trying to contact me all of last week, but I missed a couple classes and she was ill for a few days too. Anyway, I got a hold of her today and as I'm heading to her office, I'm nervous because I have no idea what could be so important.
She tells me to sit down...she's smiling...this is good...?
7 minutes later, I'm walking out of her office with tears in my eyes, not because something horrible happened, but because I was so incredibly touched. Miss Stankiewicz had nominated me for the Celebrating Student Success Award; only one person from each school can be entered and I was it. She collected reference letters for me and sent them all in. The best part of the news was, I had also won the award.
I was speechless, to say the least. Incredibly touched. Honoured. And then I started to cry.
I have an interview this Thursday, another dinner/awards ceremony to attend, I get to be on a poster and in a video and...so many other things that I'm convinced I don't deserve. I'm happy, to say the least.
Sunday, April 06, 2003
No Prom, No Problems
So I tried on the dress. And it fit. The sad part is...(you'll have to excuse my egotism here) I looked damn good. What's with that? Dresses never fit me, and they never look good! They're supposed to be too long and too big here and too tight there...but this one fit perfectly all over the place! It even made my chest bigger, my waist smaller, and my hips hippier. And I think, that maybe, just maybe, I looked taller. It was annoying, it really was. I was hoping that it would look awful so I could stop drooling over it, (egotism warning) but as I looked so damn good I guess it was meant to be. Still...should I pay $300 for it? Is fate worth that much?
I've decided this much though: I'm not wearing a duct tape dress. I'm sorry Sarah! I want the $2500, but I don't think I'm willing to (or have enough time to) put that much work into it.
The boyfriend and I are still trying to figure out how we can afford this...no limo (instead Greg's rusty Camry), no flowers (who wants to wear flowers on their wrist anyway?), I'll do my own make-up and borrow a curling iron to do my hair (at this length it'll cost an arm and a leg to get an updo).
Oy! I'm fussing! This is exactly why I didn't want to go to prom in the first place! No prom, no fuss, no headache.
Saturday, April 05, 2003
Junior Citizens Of The Year
There's a 10 year old in Peterborough who filled 30 backpacks full of school supplies and donated them to the Children's Aid Foundation, an 11 year old in Belleville who has packed over 600 shoeboxes in the last two years and sent them to war-torn countries and an 8 year old from Kemptville who raised money to "buy" his friend a new heart when he found out she had a hole in hers. He then initiated a petition of 2500 names to oppose the moving of the cardiac unit from his local hospital and last year, he created Care Kits full of books, toys and games for children in the emergency ward of the hospital.
What was I doing when I was 8 years old? Picking my nose or something probably. Nothing that named me Junior Citizen of the Year. Maybe Junior Nose-Picker of the Year....
I spent all of yesterday being inspired by the aforementioned and a bunch of other students who have overcome diseases and/or handicaps or are just good kids who do good things. The goodness that filled that room last night almost made me cry...I felt that there had been some big mistake, that I shouldn't have been there with them...what did I do to deserve this?
A few of us were chatting late into the night and it was funny to find out that all of us felt the exact same way: that what we've done didn't deserve an award. It was always, "Look at what they did! What did I do?" I'm still trying to accept the fact that all of this has happened to me. It's not working very well.
I'm happy, inspired, admiring and deeply respecting everyone I met yesterday.
Thanks for making me want to be a better person.
Thursday, April 03, 2003
Girl's Not Grey
Before I headed into work today, I stopped by at Laura Petites to check out my dream dress. It was even more beautiful than I remember. Pale pink with sheer black material overtop, empire waist, tie-up back, slim and flowy. It is the epitome of pretty. It reminds of the 1920s...so simple and elegant. Well, I mustered up the courage to go inside and look at the price tag. It seems as though this little piece of perfection will cost me $260...plus tax. How in the heck am I supposed to afford that?! My manager suggested that I use my Junior Citizen money to pay for it; dare I use that money to pay for a dress? I'll just wait a few weeks and maybe it'll go on sale. Subconciously, I hope that when I try it on I'll look absolutely AWFUL in it so that I don't have to keep wanting it.
I still haven't decided about the duct tape dress thing, and now I'm rethinking prom all over again. Sheri and I did some calculations since no one was buying our tea, and prom will cost me about $350. That's a month and a half of work. How is it that anyone goes to prom? How did I end up living in a society with so much excess?
Tomorrow I get a day off school (yay!) for my Junior Citizen thingy and although I am excited, I'm nervous. What do I wear?! I'm such a girl sometimes.
In the CD player: AFI, Sing the Sorrow (only $9.99 at MusicWorld!)
Keep listening at the end for wonderful hidden tracks. Beautiful stuff.
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
The Bigger The Better
I was really excited about this piece of news, but I guess I was so excited that I just plain old forgot. Here it is in all its glory:
So it looks like size does matter after all. I was getting the mail a few days ago and this huge package is almost exploding out of my mailbox. It was from Laurier, and in the corner was printed Your offer of admission. Whoa! Early admission! I didn't think I was good enough for one of those. Seriously. I was worried about getting in...anywhere. But now it seems that I do have a future after all. It said so in the letter.
And so, I have the super-exciting task of filling out residence forms and checking off boxes and reading stuff and mailing cheques. Whoo hoo!
Back To Bloggin'
I tried this yesterday and my sillysilly computer decided to eat my internet connection and not let me post my hugely long entry. It was really long! And when it was gone it made me sad.
Anyhoo, the boyfriend made a new addition to my room: cacti. That's right, I wished for something and he was wonderful enough to remember and go out and buy it! It's perfect; all prickly with that red bump and all. Right after that, we went to Claire's and I bought 10 pairs of earrings. It was a stress reliever.
And on other news, Jason is officially an idiot. Click here to read his post on April Fool's Day (scroll down to the bottom, it starts with "Dear Everyone..."). It freaked me right out and I started imagining myself hitchhiking to Waterloo to beg him to stay. Now that I know he's a a big loserstupidhead, he can go join any darn monastery he wants.
Should I be Stuck At Prom with a duct tape prom dress? I've been thinking about it for months, and finally agreed last week. It'll be tres cool. But then...I was at the mall...and well, I saw this dress! And it was beautiful! And it made me think about changing my mind about the duct tape...oh geez. Do I really want a duct tape dress? What do you think?