Get over yourself..

Ya, I realize I didn't post yesterday. Just having one of those slothy, apathetic days. So I guess I owe ya one. For a special treat, I will feature a NEW segment: Life, according to Anthony Lake. He's a coworker of mine, who always has the best FB status updates. He manages to insult you and make you laugh simotaneously, which is no easy feat! So here's one for ya,

Anthony Lake ‎" I dont know what makes you so dumb but it really works"

OK, gotta work on that make-up post. Maybe you're interested in the time I broke my leg...

Kutziness and fluke...

So I'm a klutz. I am constantly getting bruises or breaking toes, and always in the most ridiculous manner. I expect to die in a freak accident. Oh, and I am usually sober. I hate having to explain for my limping the next day by prefacing the story with... Ok, so I was totally sober... and I dropped a small ceramic bowl on my toe. I bruised the fuck out of it. But I think I may have broke it because this was like, more than a month ago and I still can't wear shoes? Maybe I should have sought medical attention? Seriously. I miss shoes. I wear all these "dressy" "thong" sandals to work. And I spend the rest of my time in flip-flops. So I didn't even realize that I couldn't wear shoes until about 2 weeks in when I tried to wear flats to work, and I couldn't even walk around the apartment. I even tried for Taste of the Danforth, but my pointer-toe was just not having it. I did manage to wear my wedge sandals 2 nights in Montreal and on a date last week (mistake!) But last night I wore boots (gimme a break, it's been chilly!) And tomorrow, I shall conquer the 8 hour work day in shoes. But poor LT. She was walking up the stairs and she tripped. The plate she was holding in her hands dropped. Shattered. She fell on the glass, and got a massive gash on her left hand (she's right-handed at least). She had to get stitches. In the emergency room. She had some nerve damage on the top knuckle of her middle finger (no! not the swear-finger!). She couldn't even move it! She had to get surgery to repair the nerves. She's getting better, but won't even begin to regain feeling for two months. At the best. And damn, I feel for that girl. I thought I was the only one to horribly injure myself in such fluky manners. Like the time I broke my leg. Damn, I'm glad she's doing OK. But I'm even gladder that I'm not alone.

Yes, it was the umbrella that urged me onto the Interwebs... nothing else...

ok si Im drunk *DISCLAIMER* so orib shouldnt be posting.

but i did something really dumb. I lost my fancy eddie bauer umberlla (ella ellla eh eh eh)

no jk but my parents might kill me

*Editor's Note* I'm just going to leave this one unedited, for true comic effect. Perhaps the author realize that she was, in fact, too drunk to be posting. (Is there even such a thing?) One good-judgment made that night. 

The F-word and the S-word..

Well there's no denying it. There's a chill in the air. And I'm avoiding the calendar at all costs. BTS. (Henceforth, Back-to-School shall simply be, BTS) Don't get me wrong, I WANT to go back. I love it. I miss it. But you know what I love even more? Shenanigans!! And everyone knows shenanigans are best served HOT. I'd just like a little more time. A few more weeks. I've not been very productive. Damn shenaniganning. I really need to take care of some biznass around the house and around the life before going back. Nothing major.. you know.. gotta do my taxes.. and such. Also need to decide on some sort of direction for this little blog o' mine. These posts don't write themselves! And we need a theme... The Semester of _________??? Gotta set goals. This could be my last BTS. Second semester will be an internship, so it won't really be like going back to school after the Christmas holidays. It will be much more frightening than that. I could never be in school again after this semester. Like, I'm gonna have to be a grown-up and shit. Who knows what the future holds in store, but I'm done with academia, at least for another few years. Jeeze, the semester hasn't even begun, and all ready I'm nostalgic.