Just watched the ending half of Repo!

Very, very curious. I liked it. I want a Repo man suit now. Also, when he turns the guy into the puppet and was like "Wait, did I just make him into a puppet?"

Buying this thing for myself.

I just signed up for Coung Nhu classes! Cause a dojo for it opened up practically across the street from me (well, across the street and a little catti-cornered but still) and I've always wanted to take a martial arts class. It's on a month to month basis, so if it turns out I really don't like it, I'll just not pay for another month, but my first class was really fun. I can't afford to do this AND the gym, but the dojo has just plain exercise classes in the mornings that I can go to instead of going to the gym in the evenings plus the actual Coung Nhu classes themselves, which are quite a workout.

I am so freakin uncoordinated! Seriously. I have no balance and I always step with the wrong foot. Plus, I have this horrible tendency to giggle like a crazy person when I realize I'm doing things incorrectly. But it was really fun! I'm gonna learn how to kick some !

Noola's gonna be a monk!

Creamy chicken Alfredo from Pizza hut, very nice.

I had the weirdest combination of dreams last night.

First, I dreamt that Solanis roleclaimed as Midna in the SSBB Mafia. That caused a lot of chaos.

Then I dreamt that I was looking at some kittens with a friend. I knew the name of the friend in thee dream, but I forgot his name, and in any case, I don't know the friend in RL. So I was looking at this cute black kitten, when all of a sudden, a huge commotion occured, and apparently there was a group of robbers/criminals/bad guys. My dad was trying to do something about them, but they forced him into a building full of hostages. I was mad, so I rushed at them. They then grabbed me, and stuck a knockout drug via a small needle through my neck. I struggled and tried to prevent them from doing it, but failed. They then stuck two more huge needles into my arm. Somehow, dream-me got Diagnose, and I saw a
You are :
under the influence of Rock
under the influence of Sugar

And Rock and Sugar were apparently names for illegal addictive drugs. Then I blackout and saw, with my failing eyes, the robbers doing something bad to my father.

Then I woke up, both dreamwise and literally. The pain in my arm was so intense, I could actually feel it.

Then I fell asleep again, and again, I was looking at kittens with my friend. This time, nothing bad happened. I got the cute black kitten, and my friend got a grey one, and the kittens got on well with each other.

Then I had a third dream. I dreamt that I was walking to have lunch with my father. We were discussing what to eat, and for some weird reason, I picked up a clump of soil and dirt and ate it. It was grainy and dry. I didn't notice what I was doing was disgusting until my father mentions is. I go to a toilet to wash out my mouth, and some how managed to get into a fancy hotel-like toilet. I spat out the stuff into a dustbin (weird, how come I only spat it out now?), and tried to clean it out with paper. It didn't work, so I tried the taps. The taps were infuriatingly slow, so I could only get a trickle into my mouth. That trickle made me choke, and I swallowed some of the dirt. I tried to gargle it out once more, but water just refused to flow into my mouth, and I kept choking on it. Finally, I tried the showers, wetting my clothes be damned. Just as I entered the shower booth and felt the blessed water enter my mouth, I woke up.

Getting two cheques from the government, giving me a total of $356.00 And still expecting at least one more cheque from them.

Registering to return to law studies today, come fall. Now I just need to pay off an outstanding tuition and all is good.

Thanks to those who pushed me to go back.

That my lunch hour walk regularly consists of visiting snow leopards, red pandas, a polar bear, a fly river turtle, and other such creatures.

Cool

Seeing other happy people makes me feel really good.


I love this thread.

Working at a zoo = awesome (also that's why the "me" avatar in my sig is covered in furry animals).

I'm jealous, I might have considered an animal related career if I didn't have such bad allergies.

I like my new avatar.

Rant: I think Doman had it first.

Oh my God! Ceiling Cat is watching your signature!

First, name your band Bum Scruggins.

Second, rave at having my tickets reserved and paid for already for Watchmen opening next friday, IMAX experience.

Ceiling Cat represents a nocturnal cat who lives in one of the exhibits.

There have been some uh...strange things in said exhibit, which is why I don't go in there anymore.

First, I am completely stealing that name for my band. Second, jealousy. I'd work on stealing your ticket, but I suspect we are in different countries.

And to ensure this is topical, I had a great time at my friends birthday party yesterday, even if I drank a little bit too much. And this morning a kind and tolerant girlfriend helping nurse my collosal hangover, even as she insulted me for being such a lightweight...

We have actual food in our apartment again, yay!

I got a B in my last course at the college I attend. I finally get to go home now! 4 more months doing extern, and I will be a certified pastry chef, with an associates degree in baking and pastries!

Jonathan Toews earned his first career hat trick tonight!

The kicker? Tonight they gave the first 10,000 fans Kenny Construction hard hats...