Montreal…Je T’aime…

I WANT TO GO TO CANADA RIGHT NOW!!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!

ACK!!!!!

Which is odd, since I’m travelling tomorrow anyways to Dubai for a few days. Which is really cool since I like Dubai a lot.

But one of my friends (Jayson) came back from a week-long trip to Newfoundland. And…dude.

I want to go back to Canada. Sometimes I just really, really, really freaking miss it.

And Jay didn’t even try beaver tails. I’m gonna smack him when I see him for not trying them. How can you go to Canada and not experience the exquisiteness that is a beaver tail? (He didn’t even know what they were! The horror!) Though bonus points go to his positive review of Tim Horton’s. And the fact he got me a puck key chain, even though I was half-kidding about him getting me a hockey puck to begin with.

Anyways. Yeah. Canada. Montreal, specifically…I always kinda miss you. And thanks to Jay, now I really, really, really do.

Okay…

I know I’m posting a little too much today. But these quiz things can be kinda addictive, and slightly funny.

Look at the difference between my LiveJournal blog and the one I have here in terms of verbosity.

LiveJournal–where my posts averaged 656 words:

And this one here, where my posts average 77 words:

Kris, I think I may have lost the verbosity you infected me with. I wonder if that’s a good thing?

(Then again, the fact that this blog is only a few months old and my LJ is a little over a year and a half might have something to do with the amount of writing. Still, what a difference!)

Got My Grades Back!

I was gonna go to college today to pick up the hard copy transcript, but was too lazy. At least my school, though it hasn’t yet mastered the art of providing online registration, gives student grades online.

Training and Development – 85

Oral Communication – 85

Mathematics of Finance II – 65

I’m pretty happy with everything. Math could’ve been better, but keeping up with the more convoluted concepts later in the semester was a right pain. Plus my study partner was no good at studying, so I had to work out some of the stuff on my own. (That, and the fact that I didn’t want to study myself didn’t help either). It was my only final exam, and a pretty freaking annoying one at that, but at least it’s over. Woot!

*Stretches out* And now to truly enjoy my little vacation…

Rated….

And this would be my blog’s rating. I thought I’d score a ‘G’ since I’m such a squeaky clean writer, but apparently not:

Who woulda thought that ‘dead’, ‘hurt’ and ‘death’ would warrant a PG rating? Heh, I learn somethin’ new every day.

And, to slide to another topic with no real use of transitions: How Many Countries Can You Name in 5 Minutes?

I’ve done this a few times, and right now I managed to name: 68. I may have named more at some other point but I never counted ‘em. Let me know how many you were able to name!

(Under the cut were the countries I named, but don’t peek before you try!)

WANTED!

Apparently, according to a random quiz I took, this would be my blog’s “Wanted” poster, should it have one:

George Carlin is Dead

This guy was one of my favorite comedians…I was pretty saddened to hear he died.

This person here does a great job of making a post in his honor.

He’ll sure be missed.

Check this out!!!

Check this out!

It’s a FedEx ad…but it’s pretty friggin’ cool, though it’s a little outdated.

I got it off this website that I Stumbled on. And if you don’t have the StumbleUpon toolbar, you don’t know what you’re missing! Go to that link and download it—-it’s a real time-killer and you see sites you never knew existed! It’s awesomely awesomecakes.

I Dunno…

…what’s up with me lately. But I feel like I’ve been kinda neglecting the blog and all of a sudden I have this insatiable desire to post.

Would you nice folks like to know what my friends do when they’re hanging around college, bored out of their minds?

Play cards?

Sure. Our favorite game is Speed. But when that becomes boring, what do they do?

Study?

Pfffffft! Don’t make me laugh.

Go to the recreation center for a little basketball or to pump some iron?

Nope. Not this time, anyways!

No, my friends. What happens is one gets the brilliant idea to hit his buddy’s hand with an open stapler.

Before the Devil Bites Your Head Off

Yesterday, I went with Lana and Madi to the Mall to catch a movie. We arrived at 7:00 and we were planning to see The Incredible Hulk, but the next showing was two hours later—-at 9:00. Since the Mall is one of the most boring places to kill 120 minutes, we figured we’d catch the 7:30 showing of Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead. It stars Ethan Hawke and Philip Seymour Hoffman, two admirable actors, and it got a 7.5/10 rating on IMDB, so we figured it’d be a good movie.

And it was. It started out kinda slow, which made me antsy, but it was enjoyable.

Too bad I can’t really go into details. And I couldn’t catch a good chunk of the dialogue unless I managed to catch snippets of the Arabic subtitles.

Because.

There. Are. Some. People. In. Qatar. Who. Do. NOT. Know. How. To. Watch. Movies.

I swear, there was this small group of people in the theater (which was far from full) who kept laughing like retarded hyenas at scenes that had no comical aspects to them whatsoever. One of them even went so far as to have a fake and LOUD sneezing fit for no reason other than to make his equally mentally challenged friends laugh. Their antics went on for a good long while too, and they didn’t shut up ’til the last quarter of the movie. Madi got so frustrated she left to speak with the usher, who didn’t do a damned thing. (The rowdy group in question were all Qataris…I’d suppose it’s hard for an expatriate usher to expel locals from a cinema).

Because of them I was thinking murderous thoughts instead of simply enjoying the movie. I don’t understand how people can be so freaking rude. I understand that, if a movie is stupid, you’d want to make fun of it, or, if it’s boring, you’d want to somehow liven up the mood. Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead isn’t exactly bursting with action scenes or hilarious dialogue, but if you really want to watch it, you have to give it your attention and let yourself sink into the story. Which the half-witted hyenas didn’t let anyone do. I just thank God they shut up during the last bit—-maybe because there was more shooting involved.

Le sigh….

I Gotta Admit…

I really like the gym I’m going to with my sisters.

It doesn’t make me feel bad for not being a gym person.

What do I mean, exactly?

You know, when I was living in Canada, every time I set foot in a gym, I was surrounded by perfect, buff bodies on treadmills going at 1000 km an hour and none of them are even close to panting.

I’m not overweight…but I’ve got no muscle and am just skinny. I have noodle arms—-meaning push-ups are next to impossible for me to do. If I run up a flight of steps, I have to pause to catch my breath. So going to a gym and wheezing on the treadmill in front of Awesome Perfect Gym Professionals doesn’t appeal to me. And I’m not even overweight…God knows how bigger people feel.

But at this gym, they offer classes. Like aerobics or dance or ones. If weight lifting is involved, it’s also in a class situation, with an instructor at the front demonstrating and us following. And the people? All kinds of body shapes! I mean, literally, all kinds. Some of them are huge, others so-so. Some skinny and others athletic. Some even had the weirdest bulges sticking out of their track suits. So no one feels like she’s the odd one out. (It’s an all-female gym, which is also cool. No worrying about guys gawking at you while you try to keep up with your instructor’s dance steps).

Anyways. Yeah. ASPIRE Gym…where it doesn’t matter what you look like as long as you’re havin’ fun. Woot!