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Guess what.

I’m going to Canada. Like, tomorrow. :) Ok, so we’ll be staying in Seattle for a night first, but still. Going to Canada. Leaving tomorrow morning.

I’m so excited. :)

I’ll take lots of pictures. Lots and lots.

Apologies to my dad for not uploading his birthday pictures yet.

In Other News: I ♥ my cell phone. My old number was disconnected today, so yeah. duh.

:)

So, my day at home was pretty fun. I hung out with my brother, and stole one of his shirts, a necklace and his gameboy SP. (muahahahah!) I’m such an evil sister. I got him addicted to Jay Chou too. *wiggles* Like I said yesterday, next will be Dragon Ash.

My dad’s party was a surprise. a big surprise with about 35 people crammed into one of the party rooms at Izzy’s. This morning, I played suave and dragged my dad with me so I could go buy myself some clothes. Tried to make it seem like nothing was going on except for a “small lunch with Bonnie and us kids.” We came home and I put on some music, and we just talked (I was really waiting for the phone call from Bonnie to say that they were ready). Finally, the call came and I said “Oh! They want to just meet us there for lunch. let’s go.”

As we pulled into the parking lot, dad started to squirm. We stepped outside and he muttered “I’m seeing cars. I’m seeing lots of cars.” We enter the room. Lots of laughing, lots of people, beer, wine, cake, pizza, presents, photos, fun.

Oh, and I got carded by one of the waiters too. Ha ha. that was funny.

Later, Bonnie tells me to go get wine from someone named “Chris”. She was already drinking, so I thought “um… ok. I’ll go get more wine,” thinking that was what she really meant. Turns out that Bonnie had already told this “Chris” guy to look for me when I came in with my dad… said I was cute, single, 21… and she apparently thought he was cute, and decided I should hook up with him.

I guess Chris also came back and talked to Bonnie and convinced her to convince me to go talk to him… or something. (Wow, I feel like I’m in high school!)

So Bonnie empties another wine container and hands it to me again and says to go find Chris. So I did. And he says “I don’t usually do this kind of thing but… ” and promptly asks me out. So yeah. I’m apparently going on a date with one of Izzy’s assistant managers on Monday.

Who knows. Maybe he’ll be cool, even though he lives about an hour away. I’m evil for already judging him as lame just because he’s 21 and apparently not going to school. I’m such a bad person. (He was kinda cute I guess.)

In Other News: I want my cell phone. Really really bad. I hate how Amazon.com still says that its expected delivery date is November 21. LIARS!

I’m hoping it will be delivered Monday. Because I sure as hell won’t be driving all the way back to Newberg just for a date. (Besides… I’ve still got my stoopid crush that just won’t go away! to keep me all fuzzy and happy miserable inside.)

I know that Dubya’s views on this are pretty well-known. But here he is again:

“Marriage is a sacred institution between a man and a woman,” Bush said. “Today’s decision of the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court violates this important principle.”

*vomits*

Get this man thing out of the White House. Now. I don’t care how. Just do it.

(Washington Post)

Usually, I’ve got a strong consistent opinion on issues relating to discrimination.

But I just discovered a case where I think I support this judge’s decision to allow Kamehameha schools’ to keep their admissions policy intact.

Since they don’t recieve federal funding, and the schools were founded specifically for Hawaiians, I don’t see a problem. I hesitate to call it “discrimination” at all. It’s more like a specialized school.

Every person should be considered equal to each other in our country and legal system. But this doesn’t mean that everything is going to be uniform. Race is always going to be present, and I sometimes think that it is ok to have organizations like this, especially if they are standing on their own feet, and not on government funds, for example.

(Yahoo News Link)

I found this article from ’s journal.

The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished me to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how I matched up against all the levels:

Take the Dante’s Inferno Test

Cut for your friends page. But this is a fun quiz. Especially if you’ve read Dante’s Inferno (or like to memorize and quote gory passages for girls in order to get a reaction. *pokes at Val*).

Don’t let me forget:

Next weekend is my dad’s 50th birthday. I think I will be going home for this one. Thanks to my stepmom for calling me this morning. :)

It’s rediculous how often I almost miss my parents’ birthdays. All have always fallen really near to each other. Mom’s and stepmom’s are a few days apart in November. Dad’s is in late November, and ex-stepdad was in December. It’s just “parental birthday season”. It’s amazing that I don’t see November coming and automatically think “oh. go buy presents.” I’ve been missing their birthdays pretty consistently for about 21 years now.

In Other News: I’ve decided Warcraft (RoC) is fun. It’s a totally different style of gaming from anything I’ve ever been addicted to before (this is your cue to say, “where the fuck have you been?!”). At this point, I suck at it, but yeah. Gotta start somewhere. I’m doing all the one-player campaigns so I can learn how to work with all the races, etc etc. (plus it’s kinda engaging. Fucking Arthas. I hated him for his cheesy goody-goody pious “character”. but Ha ha. Frostmourne, or whatever the hell his new sword is called, stole his soul and now he’s all evil and working for the undead. badass. Contrary to popular belief, bad writers can sometimes entertain a Starla.)

Anyway… I’m stuck on Chapter 4 in the Undead campaign. It’s the one where you have to hire those stupid troll balloon pilots to transport your troops across rivers to slaughter the elves. But your gold-mine only has about half the gold a normal gold mine has, so you can’t build your army up, or defend your base much. And the elves are fucking strong. Their “hero” is like, level 4 or 5, and mine is apparently not allowed to level up more than what the story line allows in each chapter. grrr. So I’m still a wussie level 3 and I keep getting my ass owned by the elves because my entire upgraded army gets slaughtered the first time I attack, and/or my hero dies and I run out of gold (and expendable buildings for liquidation) before I can build his temple revive him. Fack.

I’m going to try again before I go do laundry this morning. (sure. yeah right. like I’ll make it to the laundromat if I start playing warcraft now)

Soo not going to let those pansy-ass elves own me. I’m undead. I should win.

Do you remember the “secretary lady” in the movie Total Recall? The one who kept “painting” her nails with what looked like the touch of a PDA stylus? Check this out: (clicky)

Apparently I wrote this poem in “2 seconds flat” back in March, 2003.

I just found it in one of my other neglected journals.

Yellow sunshine in my brain
scattered rainbows
contacts falling out
so bouncy
running down the halls, the urge to do a cartwheel
but hesitate.
So shy.

The ink smeared on my study-guide looks like art
I can stare at it, and see the future
or the past
so pretty

I’m the sunshine
and the raindrops
that together
make me queer.

My mood, so high
I could be a substance
sought after by
your girlfriend

And she would be my girlfriend
after that.

My head is a happy cloud
light-colored, headed
believe me not
I’m not on fire
Just happy.

I want to capture this
and put it in a solution
next to my old syringe
for a rainy day.

NO CLUE when/why I wrote this… or what I was thinking at the time.

I think it’s fun to find random things like this though.