Random Ramblings!

The size of a small child? I dunno...

Tis a good day! I'm always in a good mood when it warms up after being really cold :P Like when spring comes and you can open the windows on the bus for the first time in months and have fresh air! It is amazing :) On another note, the semester is almost over! I think I will miss Law the most of all my classes... But soon I will be starting Chem and Art and English! I think this is just a rambling post, I have no set goal here... But my mother is home so I must be off!

The Beginning of the End?

Dunno how often I'll be updating this now. With school on again it probably will be more but there has been a decline in blogs for a while now from everybody ('Cept Sianna and linds ;P) If something happens or comes up, I'll write it but other than that blogging will be restricted to time and mood. Ta!

Almost as Random as the " We Just Touched Awkwardly" song....

To my friends who read this blog,

I just recieved a call from one of you on the telephone (you know who you are) and the conversation went something like as follows:

Me: "Hello?"
You: "Uhhh, heyy *random noise in background*, how're you doing?"
Me: "Good...."
You: "Umm, yeah, hey, I was wondering, whats the name of your grandma who's married to Ron?"
Me: "Uh, Louise... Why??"
You: "Oh, just wondering, they're the ones who live out on a farm still right?"
Me: "Yes.. why?"
You: "Umm, your grandma, is she still alive?"
Me: *In my head - Holy Shit! What!?!* "Yeahhhh... Why!?" *In very slight panic mode*
You: "Ohh, um yeah, my grandma was just wondering and I was like, well yeah, Arielle Louise Margeret..." her grandma - "Yeah but is she still alive?"
Me: "Ohhhhkaaay, last time I checked, yeah..."
Me: "You know, I JUST watched the CommunityChannel vid on being random and this pretty much fits it..."
You: "Yeah, okay, just needed to see, I'll txt you later, bye :)"
Me: "Okay, bye...."
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And now, there is one of the WORST American Idol performances, EVER. Period.

O_o

As I sit here now
Exams looming upon me
Buddha, change my mark

Horrible lamments and would the two of you piss off?

^ Pictured above, The strain of herpes on my arm.

What a crappy last two weeks. Why couldn't it be like Grade 9? That was a good year, we had a lot of fun on the last couple of days. It seems like all the drama and horribleness waited till we were almost done to suddenly drop down upon us. Fuck... get a room why don't you? Sorry, there are these two people all over each other that I can see through the window. I'm going to die alone, with cats, in Dawson, ordering pizzas just so I can make conversation with the delivery boy.... GOOD GOD, YOU'RE IN PUBLIC! I CAN'T EVEN LOOK UP FROM THE KEYBOARD WITHOUT SEEING YOU TWO! Once again, I'm sorry, lets call that a 'stream of consciousness'. Oh, and they're walking away, kissing and holding hands. Maybe the girl finally got creeped out about how every time she looked over her boyfriends shoulder she would see me glaring. Glaring in contempt and hatred. It got to her. :) Maybe I will finish this later, ciao!

P.S. My arm herpes is getting better :P

Se non ci sei tu con me, con me.

Gelato, Yoga, and dancing in the rain. :D

Reading: 'Snuff', re-reading 'The sweet far thing'
Listening to: Time to say Goodbye - Sarah Brightman & Andrea Bocelli ;P
Eating/Drinking: Nill

This doesn't really relate to anything...

Rise of the book snob

There are times when you want to read a book simply because it makes you look good. Like John Cusack says in the (insanely wonderful) film High Fidelity, you end up judging people based not on what they're like, but on what they like..

WITH THE rise in social networking websites, what becomes important is not who you are, but what you want to be perceived as. It’s like that terribly confusing thing they teach you in Psychology class - you are not what you think you are, or what other people think you are. You are what you think other people think you are. A regular tongue-twister, yes, but it does make a fair amount of sense when you apply the concept to books.

Rather than talk about what you’re really reading (Grisham, JK Rowling…or God forbid, Sidney Sheldon), you plough your way through conversations about the one they advertised on Intellectual’s Top 20 or the like. If you’re lucky, now a perfect stranger thinks you’re smart and you’ve racked up invisible points somewhere. If you’re not (and this is generally what happens), people think you’re boring because you read. Still, you end up feeling self-satisfied because you pulled off a conversation about something vaguely cerebral with panache, and you can smile a smug little smile on your way back home to The Sky Is Falling.

Or, if you’re like me, you buy it because it looks nice. I must confess I am somewhat of a snob when it comes to book covers. Yes, I’ve read the little note that comes out of those slightly stale fortune cookies, but I still judge (and very often condemn) a book by its cover. I refuse to read anything that uses more than three primary colours on its dust jacket. I will not be seen with anything that has a title in a silly font. And I make it a point not to venture near anything with lurid faces (which resulted in my missing out on Chuck Palahniuk’s Haunted until a longsuffering friend brown-papered it for me).

And I’m not the only one. In an informal survey (alright, so I asked all my friends and classmates), I discovered that when it came to buying books off the rack (so to speak), name of the author, the colour of the cover (hah!) and the size of the book influenced them more than anything else. So much for not judging anything.

It makes you wonder how Yann Martel’s Life Of Pi had even a sporting chance at being noticed. The book was fantastic, I don’t deny that. But the cover had what looked like a surfboarding tiger on it, and you have to admit that the font was very ’self-help book’. To make matters worse, it had ’A Notable Book’ printed at the back. Sigh. Martel hadn’t really written anything exceptional before that, and a pre-Pi Google search gave rise to a Hungarian king. And would you look at him now, making a book list for the Canadian Prime Minister.

Ah well, I suppose it was the Booker.

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