The magicest part is the fungus

Fungi are the best things ever. They really and truly are. for example: http://waynesword.palomar.edu/slime1.htm

learn about slime mold! admire the pictures!

someday, i shall wander through the forst with a camera, and poke about, and find lots of mushrooms and molds and fungi and moss.

Having finally doled out point for the contest, i figured i could update too. but it will be short. (yay! nay?) alrighty. so, fully ensnared in the grips of nostalgia after watching animaniacs and the bump in the night opening song, i have added some aqua songs, and am in the process of adding some blondie songs (although they have much less to do with my childhood). and if the songs are causing my blog to lag horribly for anyone else, sorry. i love them, and i'm keeping them. cept i think i'll begin to cycle through them, and get rid of the christmas ones after said holiday. which is sooo close.....yay!

LALALALAAAAA

i had a cool dream. i dreamt i was using heroin. and i totally knew how to do everything, and i was so suave with it, but i had, like, 5 times the amount of equipment i needed and i wasn't actually sure it was heroin. i don't think i ever got to the injecting myself, cause i kept fumbling around. and then i woke up, went back to sleep, and this time i shot up at least three times in the same amount of minutes, but nothing ever happened.
hey, in case you were wondering, the materials i used in my dream (or attempted to use) were cotton ball, spoon, lighter, shoelace, water, needle/syringe thing. and "heroin". (which may have been flour or icing sugar or baking soda. definetly not a rock.)
which leads me to belive i read too much. cause i definetly read about how to do heroin, and then i dreamed about it several months later.
speaking of scary things, there is this display in the atrium by the campus women's group, and it is the most psycho thing ever. i think it's supposed to be a tribute to battered women, or something. it consists of about 30 of these: take an overlarge piece of black paper. with chalk, like at a crime scene, draw the profile of a woman's head. then, proceed to liberally splatter the whole thing with dark red paint. the effect: very creepy. i don't know what point they are trying to shock into people. because the people who would be shocked wouldn't beat up a woman in the first place.
i am supposed to get christmas songs to put on here for hermy. i should get on that. hey, if people have song requests, i'll do my best to fill them.
a new contest for people, as has been demanded: describe a cure for poverty. can be ridiculous. will be "pointed" on grounds of logic, viability, verility (kidding) and political appeal.

Alrighty. It is three o'clock in the friggin' morning, and I have been lying in bed for over an hour. But my brain has decided it needs to have it's profound thoughts when I would much rather be sleeping. Thoughts like "if dirty means covered in dirt, then grubby is a very disturbing word." And now, this latest revelation apparently needs to be shared before I can get any sleep. Here it goes:

I am not happy. Generally, I am content. But I am not happy. this is because things annoy me. things like homophobia, and rape, and white supremacists. only when there is no more hate, no more rage, no more intolerance, fear, pain, or hunger, only when no-one is ever cold, or alone, or despairing, or sick, will i be happy. until there is just love, love, love and the world is full of it, can i be really and truly happy.

so guys, when you read this, i fully expect you to go "man, is alison sure sleep deprived and crazy." but i also expect you to go "but she is also right." people, and if, by some miracle, a stranger happens upon this, i mean you too, the next time someone is crying, talk to them. the next time someone needs a hand, carry their bags, or walk them across the street, or call a cab. pick up litter. buy fair trade coffee. volunteer. educate. Love with everything you've got, and i'll do the same.

you know that commercial, for the tv, with all the superballs? how they released 250 000 of them? well, i realized that that isn't even enough for everybody in san fransisco. at first, this depressed the heck outta me, but now, it gives me a whole lot of hope. if just one in four people picked up a bouncy ball in san fran, they'd be gone in no time. so if one in four people in the world chooses to make a difference, one in ten, one in a hundred, we'd still be gettin somewhere. somewhere better.

thanks fer listenin'. or readin'. whichever.

F is for Friends who do stuff together.

Alrighty. so i am extremely pleased at how large our little blog community is. in my head, anyway.
i also had something very profound to say, but now it's gone.
hey, you know those motion-detecting hostile-shredding sentry guns from Aliens? (suuure ya do). well, this fellow built one out of a bb gun, an old computer, a web cam, and some other stuff. here's a video of it, if you wanna check it out: http://cs-people.bu.edu/aaron/turret/small/short.mov

the link on my picture blurb, btw, is of a personal helicopter. not the Airscooter, some other japanese type. they cost about 31 000 and are apperently going to be released next year. or so i hear.

One last entertaining link: www.phoenixmasonry.org/masonicmuseum/demoulin/index.htm
Who knew it was such a big deal?

SO, being as i have no life, i spent my weekend on this blog (which i am unhealthily obsessed with), watching clips of stargate, an old 21 jump street episode, and doing marginal amounts of studying and extraordinary amounts of sleeping.

should each contest be closed after the next post goes up? i should give this consideration. but for now, i shall leave last post's contest open until further notice.

i have rediscovered my calculator. the respondents who, er, respond within 24 hrs will be given a number and a number will be randomly generated. the person whose assigned number gets picked will recieve 3 points, and the next two generated will get 1 each.

(as i really get into this contest thing.)(i need to get real good prizes.)

Alrighty, so i had a very uneventful day. i got up late, and am probably staying up late. and there are loads of things i should be doing, but aren't. so i hate myself. but hey, it's contest time! let's start with some light iq type thingies:

if a splokett is a wrench, and a wrench is a hooha, but a hooha is also a splokett, how insane is wulf?

All better now.

I have sobered up from my rage binge, and am all better. plus, mostly everybodies christams shopping is done. (i spent 60 dollars on posters.)(which makes me sound cheap and lazy)(which is okay, cause i am).

i was thinking about changing my picture blurb, but decided against it, because everyone needs to experience. (okay, maybe the rage isn't quite all gone. but at least it's not lethal anymore.)

plus, people need to admire my songs. yay, so swell. (an idea which i freely admit i stole. points if you guess who from.) hey, points! gives me a super grand idea. i shall make a side bar, and occasional contests, and people who leave comments with the best or correct answers arbitrarily get awarded points. and i'm sure there'll be prizes occasionally.

Bitchinest Day ever.

Oi had this huge ramble all planned out earlier, but now it's gone. i haven't forgot it, persay, it just seems particularily ridiculous now.

i keep having urges to censor myself. i'm not sure why. i feel like typing, so i am gonna type and ramble goddammit, and if you don't like it you can skip to the interesting parts, but WHOOPS, THERE AREN'T ANY!

my life is so boring. they should make me a saint, cause i've been martyred by it. or a knight, cause i ain't religious. but i'm not a man either, and i haven't exactly performed great services on behalf of britain. phooey. there goes that plan.

i wanted to go to sleep at five. but then i decided that was ridiculous. why i am so sleepy all the time? i generally get at least nine hours of sleep a night.

i have concluded that the people in university have the emotional maturity of 7 year olds with their first crushes. 7 year olds who curse like sailors. or truckdrivers. (sailors and truckdrivers curse because they are also emotionally immature and deprived of physical pleasures, which frustrates them sexually, which they repress and makes them stupider)

wow am i in a bad mood. there is a cloud of evil hovering around my head. i am freakin pissed, baby.

i really don't have anything against truckdrivers or sailors. i like sailing. (not so much truckdriving, but i can't please everybody)(especially right now. sod off, truckdrivers, if i've hurt your widdle feewings.)

Joyous crutches for crippling depression

So I am perusing people's blogs in geography and NOT paying attention, so sad. And I was amazed at how kes and kylian have an amazing new friend. i wish I had a new friend who stumbled over my blog. maybe i'm just not as amazing. that must be it, cause noone ever comments on my blog. whimper. is this because i am lametastic? or do people do not remember i have one? or do they just not care about what i have to say, or me?

interesting fact: browridges are nature's sun visors

Are there Bolsheviks breeding in your washroom?

There is a poster sale here, and that was on one. It was an ad for paper towels. It made me very happy. But some of the other posters didn't give me much hope for mankind. Like the ones with nearly naked female models squooshed into a teeny space. And cartoons of beat up women who were supposed to be fallen angels or something.

But there were alot of Beatles posters, yay, and Salvador Dali, and ones making fun of george bush. but no ABBA posters, as far as i could tell. .*(

Skillz to pay the billz

So, after commenting on peoples blog's, i am updating my own, so i can get comments too! hyay!

but first things first. joelle and hannah, tsk tsk. update more! so i can have more excuses to avoid work!!! speaking of, that is the skill i was speaking of in my oh so snappy title. my skillz at not doing stuff. i am the world champion in not doing anything. i have an in class essay tomorrow that i haven't even read the material for, not to mention a billion other things to do, and so instead of doing it, (which would be decidedly irregular for me) i stayed true to form and watched a movie instead, and am now doing this. but hey, this blog may actually be useful, as i am starting to guilt myself into doing something. huzzah!

and that was a big paragraph. in case you hadn't noticed, i'll point out that i like my paragraphs small.

like one sentence small.

this is because i am ADD. that must be it.

because it sure ain't ADHD.

i wish i had more to talk about, because i really like long posts. (which makes NO sense, considering my feelings on paragraphs, but when have i ever been rich?)

NUDES

I have my own nude story. yes i do. and it is going to have a lengthly introduction, because i am bored.

so first, i went into geography today, and crista didn't save me a seat like she ALWAYS does, so i had to sit somewhere else, and she vanished as soon as class was over. but i was going to see a play with her, so i figured i'd still see her. and i did. we met at the box office, and in a very complicated process i paid her back for her ticket and somehow ended up with more money than i should have, so she still paid for most of the ticket, but now i have laundry money. yay.

so because i saw her, i concluded that she wasn't avoiding me, but she did talk alot about the bar, which i didn't go to (and didn't really want to, but i didn't cancel and neither did she) which made me go okaaayyy......

AND THE PLAY HAD NAKED PEOPLE!!!!

which i realise now is not where the post was going, seeing as i was talking about crista... no, i did not see her naked, nor do i wish too. ahah.

anyway, yes. very funny play, and there were naked people, and if i was an actor, i wouldn't be able to be naked in a movie, let alone a PLAY. augh.

So instead of paying attention in geography (which is progress anyway, cause i showed up)(which really isn't progress, as i have never missed geography) i am updating my blog. and having read people's blogs, especially nomad's and rat's, i am super jealous of them being so long.

but i don't have anything to talk about, cept fer the part where i have NO CLEAN CLOTHES. and i haven't for a while. cept fer underwear. but now i am out of that too. but i also have no money, so i really can't do laundry. unless i mooch off my roomate and do one tiny load to tide me over so i can bring the rest of my laundry home and do it.

and my teacher just mentioned vancouver island, so now i am craving some un-school and some temperate rainforests and some ocean. aug. my teacher is just as much a dirty, filthy temptress as hermit. wait, what is a male temptress? a tempter? (that sounds like a kitchen appliance. or something in a hospital)

Grievious ERROR

I promised hermite that i would post yesterday before i went to bed. and i didn't. and although she didn't seem mad, i am still feeling extremely guilty, funfun. also adding to the guilty feelings is the fact that i slept through all my classes. so i am going to make a vow. a vow that i have already made, but now i actually intend to keep it, because today, i felt, for the first time ever, stress. i have been nervous before, and determined, and even panicked, but never stressed. it's a gross feeling. no wonder people avoid it. so i am not going to skip classes again, if i can possibly help it.

plus, i am dead inside. while this is not an issue now, i'm sure it will become one in the future if i am ever involved in a relationship with a person who hasn't had experience with my cold-heartedness.

i wish i had something fun to say.

but i don't, because i am an emotionless automatron thingy. i sorta wish i wasn't. although i am convinced i have the capacity to love. because i do. and i guess i can get angry....okay, maybe i do have emotions. they're just very, very repressed, and one day they will all come out at once, and be glad you aren't in lethbridge, cause no one will survive within a really big radius.

IT has come to my attention that hermite and meself are the blogging champions. as we update. *guilt trips*

and hermit wins the best blog award, because she has so many pictures of REAL THINGS, and none of my pictures are relevant to myself.

I have a big headache.

plus, my life is boring, so i really have nothing to say. so i updated for the sake of updating about updating.

'Splosions

K, so, today's story/anecdote would be what happened about 4:30. So me an larissa are sitting in our room, doin our things (neither of which incclude homework) when she goes
"do you hear water running?"
".....yes......"
"i hope that's the shower"
"well, if the carpet gets wet..."
so we looks outside, and OF COURSE the toilet is flooding. ALOT. ALL OVER. and we are right across from the bathroom, and the water was moving very quickly.
so larissa dashed of to get siobhan the ra, and i step onto the bathmat thing, which appears to be above the water. it isn't. it's FLOATING. so i WADE into the bathroom (really gross water) and turn off the stinkin water valve at the base of the toilet. so i get a personal glimspe of the, er, blockage. i get out quick.
that is my story. oh, and the damn toilet (which has flooded twice before, at least) won't get fixed till monday. SIGH.

Wagons Hooooooooooo!

Now I have something to tell the internet. Two things, actually.

1. Internet. stop being a spamchild, and work properly

2. there IS a gay bar in lethbridge. i am going there with Crista and her "gay boyfriends" (or something) on saturday. twill be interesting. plus, we have a bet going. if i get hit on, i owe her bubblegum. if i don't, she owes me mentos. and after much deliberation, we have decided that she is not allowed to count if she hits on me, as she has a personal stake in the matter.

(plus, in MY opinion, it would just be her being nice + drunk)

so yes. much fun filled. oh, and i slithered out of bowling with sarah (also in geography). she is going friday, and apparently there is a SUPER HOT GUY there. who is in her religious studies.

(I have been informed about him to great length. then crista took sarah and by extension yours truly ona moral building exercise. ie. we counted how many people checked out sarah and played "hot or not". I just read my newspaper.)

and now it is time for me to talk about ventifacts. they are rocks that are polished by the wind. they can have three or four sides, and each type has a fancy german name that escapes me. (at least i think they're german...i don't remember anyway, so it doesn't matter.)

Gasp!

I missed a day! tragedy! But when i realized i missed a day, it was already too late. so i went to bed. perhaps i shall post twice today. because everyone cares.

there is an interesting trend in what i am eating. for two days in a row, my dinner has been mentos and peanut m&ms. oh, and yesterday, i ALSO had a big turk. which i fell in love with. (even though it is the mcdonalds of chocolate bars)

hmmm. there are more glaciers in the world than people in lethbridge. so therefore, i have my own glacier!

Speaking of geography, i have a special picture today. this picture depicts traction. which basically means the wind pushed it. perhaps later i will splorg about ventifacts.

A newer post

I have made an important discovery. one that needs to be shared with my oublic, and also gives me the opporuntity to copy tyger again.

CLARIFICATION
the name of one of the boys who were high is Steve. This is somehow important.

furthermore, i am liking this typing thing. so i want to type more, cept off topic. so, novel. and since my notes for the only ood idea i've ever had are at home, people get to help me develop a new topic to write on. hear that people? you've got work to do!

A new post

So, today, I went to class, got me a headache, came back, napped for an hour..then another hour....and would have for probably a whole nother one cept fer me roommate barged in and gave me a heart attack. But she got one too.

Interesting thing, too. She barged in, and before i woke up, i was pressed in a corner next to my wardrobe on my bed. And she didn't see me for a sec. and then did and screamed. very fun.

And THEN I edited Paula's essay and skipped astronomy. Actually, I am in the process of skipping class. and, as a fun bonus, i discovered that making your own template is scary, so i'll have to find a template stealing place, and i can bold things and even italicise and sooo much fun.

In the beginning...

Since Tyger and Hermit and moi have embarked on this grand endeavour, it seems logical (completely, I assure you) to start a new one. Plus, there's the added bonus of us having the same names, ish. which is tres exciting (as i ditch grammar. who needs it.) So yes, have a shiny new blog, which is good, because i must escape the hideousness of the expired, old, dilapidated and otherwise unsuitable leftover entries in the other. but i will link the other here, in case someone stumbles upon it and is enchanted. which i doubt. and i will further try this out by adding a picture:(which is up there! fun!)(or IS it?)