Never Apologize for the way that you Live your Life

Now that my internet has stopped being ridiculously slow for no reason, I can update my precious blog. Oh, how I missed it. Too bad I'm so damn impatient.
On Tuesday, I received hate mail from the factory. The letter basically claimed that I was a delinquent about showing up for work. Hmmm, well I was sick for four days in November, for which I brought in a doctor's note. I had strep throat and I was contagious. I was twenty minutes late once, with no excuse and then a couple of weeks ago, I was two hours late because I was in a car accident (and they don't count absences for car accidents). If I can find the letter again I will put it up on here.
On Saturday, it was my parents' twenty-eighth wedding anniversary. Congratulations! My parents, Stephen and I went out for dinner. Afterwards, I went to Whyte with Molly and Tito. We wanted to get into Thirsty Turtle because Hot R was working there, but the line was too long so we went to Stolli's. It sucks. Then we headed back to St. Albert and we went to Mlee's house party, where BAD showed up eventually. Anyway, the night was a bust.
The Music Guru came back from Toronto a week or so ago, and I finally saw him last week at work. He brought me back a shirt the says "Mrs. Stroumboulopoulos" on it. It's my new favourite shirt.
I'd like to now direct your attention to the post "H. Smith's Review of The Village". If you look in the Comment section, you will find a comment that caused me to roll on the floor in laughter. You may not find it as hilarious, but it's definitely worth a mention. Jason Night: 1, M. Night: 0.
Last of all, you may notice I now have links to other blogs. If you are on that list and do not like your place on that list, it's Stephen's fault. I would also like to thank Stephen for putting them up there for me.
And George should change his last name from Stroumboulopoulos to Stormbound.

Stay Tuned for September Birthdays and Announcements!

Oskar, May you Rest in Peace.

I bought a hamster from the pet store two weeks ago. I named her Oskar. She developed a hamster illness and then she died on Friday. Life's not fair.
I have two more days of work at the doctor's office downton. It will be weird not being there. Today my co-workers bought two Funky Pickle (and I do love Funky Pickle) pizzas for lunch. Good times.
This is a pointless post, but I'm somewhat of an addict.
I hate most people who work at the plastic factory. Ok not most, but some. I'm getting mighty tired of that fucking place.

Take your nest and shove it!

And He Thinks the Pen is Angry...

So I have started blog surfing. I have found quite a few interesting blogs in my travels. Once Stephen teaches me how to use the language of html, I will put the list up. I also found a blog of a devoted Bush-lover. A person who seems to believe that Bush had only the good of the Iraqi people on his mind when he invaded their country. No, it's not intelligencethatcannotevenrivalpondscum.blogspot.com as you might have expected. You may visit the blog of "Angry Pen" at angrypen.blogspot.com .
In other news, I have finally finished my time table for university. This is mildly exciting. However, my bank account balance will drop significantly as I will go from working every waking hour of my life and making money to working and paying this institute of learning they call "University of Alberta" large sums of money. I cannot wait.

Have a good day. Please use the word meninges as much as possible today.

Job Number Three: Crash Test Dummy?

Look at how I can rhyme! So, I made it in one of the local papers. Good for me. Pictures of my parents' broken minivan along with my broken soul (ok, so unless you boast super human senses, you probably can't actually see my soul in the picture...). Yes, I was involved in a vehicle accident on Wednesday, and I want to curl up and die. Thank you to the newspaper photographers for ignoring people's need for privacy in times of distress. I guess that's their job. The caption under the picture had an interesting spelling of the word "collision". The St. Albert Gazette's disease preventing them from being able to spell must be contagious.

I feel like shit.

Heather's Blog Goes Triple Platinum in Malaysia

...and in the United Arab Emirates. By "triple platinum", I of course mean that one person from each of those places has visited my blog.
Anyway, I saw a commercial the other day that pissed me off (this is nothing new, as many commercials enrage me). This particular commercial started out with a mother behind glass, with her crying daughter on the other side. It was set up to look like a prison. The daughter asks her mom through tears, "When will you get out?". It got my attention. I thought maybe it was an anti-drug commercial or something, showing what happens to you if you continue to use/traffic drugs when you're a parent.
Then the camera pulls back and we see the mother is actually behind a shower door, setenced to a life of scrubbing soap scum because she selected the incorrect brand of cleaner.
Well, the commercial did a good job of catching my interest, but it made me feel manipulated and dirty. Also, I forget what brand of cleaner it was advertising. Maybe it was Vim.
I hope I never see this commercial again.

The Word of the Day?
Tentacle!

Spell Check Says
Heather's -> Heaters
Sentenced -> Satanist

And Welcome to the Family

I acquired three frogs today. I named them Mason, Avery and Finch. Names I would never name a child, but nothing against people who have named their children those names.

H. Smith's Review of The Village

So, j-roc (aka Teen Wolf) and I went to see The Village on Thursday night. I'm still undecided about how many stars I would give it. Ok so I guess it can't be a real review if I can't even decide how many stars to give (or suns, if we were The Edmonton Sun...but hey, it's a Duff job), well not a review like Dan Kaszor 's review of White Chicks in See Magazine, anyway (best movie review EVER). I won't be claiming that anybody in the movie resembles burn victims.
Ok, but here it goes.
Shyamalan (or "Jay", the man behind the desk)'s films seem to decrease in, how shall I put it, goodness. He has four of them to date, as far as I know. He also likes to use the same actors in more than one of his films (I'm thinking here of Bruce Willis and Joaquin Phoenix, but there are other, more minor ones as well). The Sixth Sense was amazing. Unbreakable was pretty good also. I had mixed feelings about Signs, just like I did with The Village.
As the movie opens, we see a man burying his son as the rest of the yellow-loving villagers looks on. The movie gets creepy as we start to see signs that Those-They-Do-Not-Speak-Of have returned to the village. Then we see a wart hog dressed in a red (the forbidden colour...is that ever explained?) robe with what appear to be porcupine quills sticking out from its back. All cheesiness breaks loose.
The thing about M. Night Shyamalan (no relation to Jason Night Shyamalan, although he also has a village. And it features Trapt) movies is that once you see the twist (there is, of course, a twist in this one as well. It makes the cloaked hogs slightly less cheesy, but not much.), the little details in the preceding scenes of the movies all come together and make perfect sense. Not so in The Village. There are parts I still do not understand (and according to some the brain tickle website, my IQ is 129). It's a tragic love story, all because the Village Idiot is homicidal.
The acting wasn't bad, although I'm sure how much the actors had to act (except Bryce Dallas Howard, daughter of Ron Howard, as I don't thinks she's actually blind), seeing as Adrien Brody is already an idiot of his own little chauvinistic village anyway.
Not much of a review, I know. Here's my advice: if you didn't liked Signs, don't see this movie. If you did, give it a shot. Maybe you can explain it to me.

A Blog is Born
Fell free to visit J.Mo's blog, http://www.festivalofpeace.blogspot.com.

Birthdays
I neglected to mention Jules's birthday on June 25. She turned 19. Happy LATE birthday! Also, Marina turned 19 on July 17. I saw you and your birthday, but happy birthday again.

Shyamalan?
I believe I meant to put 'chameleon'. Thank goodness for spell check.

Big Story: Bush Receives Brain (and John Kerry won three Purple Hearts)

First of all, if you have no idea where I got this title from, click here .
Second of all, simply mentioning John Kerry will net me more blog visits.
Third of all, Stephen thinks he can hog the fruit flies to himself. He is terribly mistaken. If he has not posted about the fruit flies, I will look like a ridiculous fool .
Well, the Smith household is being over-run by wasps, fruit flies and turtles who make me hungry for cookies (okay, there's only one of those). What's next? I suspect goats, but no one can be sure.
New (and by 'new', I mean 'old') News: Males are ridiculous. BAD and Tito had started a discussion about whether or not they could consume a brick of cheese or a watermelon in an hour, or something to that effect. I would argue that it would be easier to eat the cheese than to eat the watermelon in an hour. But it's their game.
It is now that I wish I was American. I would love to vote in their little (ok huge) election. I'm an addict.
In other news...

Word of the Day
Today's word is Nest. There you go, Stephen. The screensaver is right for a day.

Interesting Fact
If you perform a spell check on your post, the dictionary does not recognize the word 'blog'. Also, the word 'watermelon' (if you spell it incorrectly as 'watermellon') should be replaced by the word 'adrenaline' .

So long, I'm off to see M. Night Shyamalan's The Village.

I Left my Heart in Montréal

It's been a while.
I just got back from Montréal where I attended my cousin's wedding. I left my heart there because I fell in love (no, not with some French guy) with the city. My cousin, Bex, and I have decided to move there eventually.
Anyway, a couple weekends ago I went on a pub crawl organized by Tito's friend, Hot R. I went with Molly, Tito, BAD, Jared, Garlic Pants and Clay Aiken, just to name a few. We went to Thirsty Turtle, The Druid, Escape and Armoury. It was a good time. I didn't injure anybody this time. I just consumed a lot of McDonald's.
Another thing that happened in the last few weeks: one of my crazy friends from Cape Breton called me. I haven't talked to him forever, so it was great that he called. Farwell is doing sound for Our Lady Peace next spring, the lucky mofo.
My cousin got married in Montréal on Saturday. It was an amazing time...shopping and partying all weekend. And I love my family to death. They're the most amazing people I have ever met.
I haven't read the newspaper all weekend, so I can't really comment on the political and global goings-on of the past few days...
Bye!