You Learn A New Thing Everyday...

Although (or maybe because) I'm studying English, new terms are always popping up in my daily conversations with other people. Some of them rather amuse me, and I thought I'd start a list. So, in hopes of enlightening the general public, here we go...

wavos - n. Courage. Guts. Balls. Nerve. Audacity. You know, when you say that someone's got balls? Well, you can use this word like that too.
    Example: "I can't belive he had the wavos to do that!!!"

pittle - v. or n. Pee or the act of going pee.
    Example: "I have to pittle soooo bad!!! I've been holding my pittle since the start of the movie!!!"

the five-knuckled shuffle - proper n. Guys can do this, girls can do this for guys, and it isn't a dance, though apparently it can be just as or even more fun.
    Example: "Not having had a date for months, his five-knuckled shuffle on Friday nights was becoming routine."

the shocker - proper n. An action with the hands splayed like the Vulcan Peace Greeting. Guys apparently do this to girls. Best described by: "two in the pink, two in the stink."
    Example: Actually, I don't think I can give an example for this...not anything I could be proud of...

So there you have it; four new terms to incorporate into your already vast vocabularies of slang. Perhaps one day these terms will come into general use, just like the word "like." I read an article on that the other day. I suppose I would have posted it had Teeder not clipped it out himself to give to Gracuu. Anyway, that article mentioned that the word "like" is not incorrect, and is just an instance of our language evolving even futher away from the likes of Shakespeare. That said, you can pummel or give the shocker to any five-knuckled shuffler with the wavos to tell you that using the word "like" to denote a quotation is grammatically incorrect. And then if you so choose, you can pittle on them while they're down, just like a true champion of language. :)

Quote of the Moment:
"It looks like you're trying to be mentally challenged."
    --Boobin, in reference to those who play DDR in public places

Spontaneous Combustion Part Deux

Yesterday I went with Squiggly to Yorkdale to meet with his Loo buddies, Pro-Shopper and Rudy. Pro-Shop and I chatted most of the time about the guys, while the guys chatted most of the time about snowboarding. Fun. No, really, it was. We really just scoured the mall for snowboarding equipment for the guys' up-coming excursion to the slopes--we girls were there to keep them company and in line with the expenses. After a while Pro-Shop and Rudy had to leave to get back to Loo, so Squig and I went and walked the mall once more before heading home.

Point? Pro-Shopper suggested that since I was on reading week I should go up and visit them at their pad in Loo. Then she suggested that I should go up tomorrow (today) because I could hitch a ride up with Squiggly--since he was going to play hookey from class anyway to TCB with the fam--and then I could hitch a ride back later that same night with her as she was heading to pick up her BC Beau from the airport anyway. Sounded like a plan. And so, after spontaneously combusting, here I am!

Yes, I am in Waterloo once again with less than 24 hours notice. Actually, it's even less than 12 hours notice. Last time was with Vin in December when we spontaneously combusted and ended up at Hun-Gee and Pablo's for a night. I love this stuff. Diving headlong into adventures that are guaranteed to be good times. Who wouldn't??? Sure, I'm not going to get any reading done out here despite my having brought my books. Sure, I'm not going to save any money by coming out here to party. Sure, I'm not going to get any part of my essays written despite the abundance of time I'm spending here blogging. Sure, I'm not getting ANY work done, but I'm having one helluva good time NOT doing it! On that note, I gotta go, I'm gonna go and have me some good times...

Happy Belated Money Mongering Valentine's Day

And so what did YOU do for that gloriously commercialized and materialistic period of time that has somehow been termed a "holiday" by our society? From what my scattered memory banks can recollect from tidbits I've acquired over the years, St. Valentine's Day (yes, there is a "Saint" in front of the name) has something to do with a guy that died hundreds of years ago for a religious reason probably having nothing to do with showering his female lover with expensive gifts or rose petals. Some money mongering super-florist probably accidentaly "misinterpreted" the story of St. Valentine a while ago in hopes to make a few bucks. He was probably a cousin of the money mongering super-poultry that "misinterpreted" the rising of Christ to suddenly have something to do with the search for lost chocolate eggs. Whoever those men were, no one can dispute the fact that if they were out to make a buck, they were GENIUSES...but I digress.

I spent the first part of my day working, and then the second half I was treated to a dozen roses with a home-made card, a home-cooked meal, a show of never-before-seen (by me) internet downloads--this included Vince Carter's 5 famous dunks from a few years back, and footage of the Star Wars Kid (bwahahahaha!)--and some good ol' QT. I'm not one that needs fancy or expensive paraphernalia--let alone ANY paraphernalia at all--unlike the girls that apparently exist in Pablo's imaginary world (read his post). I wonder what he did for St. Valentine's Day? Probably not much.

The card I made for my special someone this year featured a Mutts comic with its rendition of that classic quatrain:

Roses are Red,
Violets are blue,
I think I'm falling
In love with you.

So it's understood that one can fall in love, but then I think that the valid question that follows then, is can one fall out of love? And to push it the step farther, which one is harder to do?

**Personal Side-Note to a certain someone: Men aren't always bastards; sometimes they're just the friends looking out for the best for us. There's never a "good" time for these things. What do you think is harder? To live a lie? Or to face the truth? Love you.

It's Always The Last Place You Look

I just found the best reading spot in my house. As a student, I always have loads and loads to read and I've never been able to find a place in my own home where I can manage to plug through all that reading without falling asleep or being incredibly uncomfortable...until now.

I've always known that reading while in the bathroom is a great way to spend your time, but it never occurred to me that reading in the bathroom could be done separate from "taking care of business." It dawned on me today (while reading in the bathroom) that here was a place with great lighting, no distractions, and a comfortable place just waiting to be made--my first floor bathroom has a bathtub in it that we don't use anymore after adding a second floor and 2 extra bathrooms to my house; a couple of pillows, a blanket, my cup of coffee, and this place is PERFECT!!!

To be honest, I haven't tried it yet, but believe you me that I'm going to give it a shot. If it works, I may even go through the effort to wrestle Dad's camera from him to take a picture of my new reading nook. I'd always wanted to try reading while in the tub, but I was afraid of getting my pages wet. Who would've known I'd ever find a surefire solution?

The New Brand Of Idol

Reading the Toronto Star yesterday, I stumbled across this article in the Entertainment section. It had a blurb on my new Idol of determination and fearlessness (gee, I wonder who that could be...) and about what American Idol has used their name to brand...ugh. It also had a bit about Celine and Janet, but who cares about that anymore? They were so yesterday...literally.

Making of a Cult hero
You don't have to win American Idol to become famous--Clay Aiken proved that. In fact, even bombing in the auditions can bring instant celebrity. Since his unintentionally amusing tryout aired on Jan. 27, William Hung, a 21-year-old UC Berkeley civil engineer, has become a cult hero. Hung, who did a tone-deaf, rhythmically challenged version of Ricky Martin's "She Bangs," impressed viewers with the sincere, upbeat way he faced the judges' derision. His rendition has been remixed by radio stations and several fan Web sites have been created--including one that had to be shut down temporarily after receiving more than four million hits in four days. There's even a grassroots Toronto-based email campaign to get Hung back on the show. "You can't sing, you can't dance," Hung was told by the judges. But hey that's no obstacle to fame.


Smells like Idol spirit
Fox must be delirious over the staying power of American Idol. Now in its third season, the "talent" show attracted more than 30 million viewers earlier this week in what was the second highest ratings in the show's history. Plus the Idol brand is generating huge bucks from the sale of everything from karaoke machines to clothing. There's even perfume to match the experience of singing live on TV and in front of the callous Simon Cowell: Recently introduced in JC Penny stores and soon available at other retailers and online, the fragrances--Idol Spirit for men and Idol Moments for women--both have a hint of citrus. So that's what fear smells like.

Does anyone else besides me want to spell it "Idle" in the case of the new fragrances?

F·R·I·E·N·D·S Forever...

Okay, how much of a sap am I? I just saw the preview--that's about 10 seconds--for the next episode of FRIENDS in which Phoebe gets married. They cut in a whole bunch of scenes: Chandler telling Phoebe she's beautiful, Phoebe all dressed in her wedding gown, Rachel and Monica as the bridesmaids, Joey giving his wedding speech, Mike beaming as the groom, and all of them set amongst the snow...*sniff*...so...*sniff*...touching, and *sniff*...beautiful...*sniff*...

Yeah, so I got a bit teary eyed--but I didn't cry. There are only 6 more episodes to go before my favourite sitcom goes off the air for good and all those FRIENDS that I grew up with part ways. It'll be the end of an era. I don't know what I'll do without them. I'll no longer have anything by which I can predict and compare my life. I'll no longer have any new episodes from which I can quote and laugh with others at. I'll no longer have new editions of the FRIENDS trivia game to lose at and have to drink endless numbers of shots... *sniff* If that's not something worth shedding a tear for though, I don't know what is...

*arh-tu*--Wasn't He That Robot From Star Wars?

Alright, so Pablo launched his first "attack" on me. Why is "attack" in quotation marks you ask? Because it wasn't an attack at all!!! The only remotely derogatory comments he threw my way were about posting lyrics to songs on my page (it's called cutting and pasting, fartknocker), and about my "stooping low" to date Hun-Gee. Hmmm, smart-ass, who the hell bums a ride to and from Loo all the frickin' time from my awfully chosen boyfriend without so much as throwing in 2¢ of gas money for each ride? And it's not even about the gas money--if I had a friend that so dutifully drove me back and forth such a distance every week, I certainly wouldn't punch the shit out of his leg and cripple him for 2 months for a laugh!!! But hey, that's just me...

I somewhat recall him making a mention about the fact that there are no pens used in website production in response to my use of the phrase "The Pen Is Mightier." I thought that he would understand the complexity behind the metaphor, especially when borrowed from the SNL skit, but apparently I over-estimated my opponent's intellectual capacity and the humour was obviously lost on him. C'est la vie...I suppose I'll have to tone down the sophistication of diction in my blogging in order for him to keep up.

And then, for the rest of his pathetic post, he tried to criticize ME for "defending" myself when in his "attack", that's ALL he DID--DEFEND HIMSELF!!! The best line that just epitomizes his defensive mode was:
    "I only did that to..."
If he wasn't trying to protect himself with that line, then I don't know what else to draw from that.

As for my bombardment of insults for this round, I'm actually just going to let Pablo's words speak for themselves. From his entry "It rhymes with...", Pablo himself acquaints us with what rhymes with his name, Peter: Dick eater.

That said, you have a nice day, Pablo, and thanks for your creative rhyming...you're making this too easy.

p.s. Haven't seen you in a while, we should do lunch. You coming out tonight?
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And Now, From The Flashy Files...

Superbowl Sunday this year was the first full game I'd ever witnessed in my life--thanks for holding my hand through it, Hun-Gee. :) In previous years, I'd only ever really flipped the game on around half-time in hopes to catch the big show. I don't think in the past few years I've seen half-time shows that didn't include scantily clad performers lip-synching and prancing around the extravagant stage. This year, Janet Jackson, the headliner of the half-time show, wore the MOST clothing I'd seen ANY female pop-star wear in a LONG time. It only made sense that by the time she made her exit she'd take of SOME of her clothes. Whether her OR Justin took it off her really didn't make a difference to me--she was STILL wearing more clothing than the usual fare, even at her most exposed moment.

Personally, no one needed to make up the excuse that it was a "wardrobe malfunction." Personally, she didn't need to publicly apologize for her "flashy" exit. Personally, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary to the millions of viewers watching on CBS, the station that also airs shows like CSI (with the many naked corpses they examine), Survivor (didn't one of those guys like to wander around naked all the time?), and many headliner soap operas (c'mon, you can't get any smuttier than soap operas).

Really, how offended could you get from that 1/2 second sighting of the nipple-ring belonging to the ab-ilicious pop-star? Well, at least one woman was really taken aback by these events and felt that the rest of the public nation should be as well. Personally, this woman needs a swift kick to the face for actually filing the first lawsuit regarding the celebrity flash. (Hey Pablo, you've got a strong kick, right?) I really think these Americans are too touchy about these things. C'mon...if this whole thing never happened, how many of us would ever have gotten the chance to see a boob as famous as that? Really!!!

What's The Number For Nine-One-One?

I was jumped today. It was while I was exiting the RT station. I got off the RT and headed down the back stairs since not as many people head that way and I figured it would be less crowded. Just as I stepped off the stairs, my assailant jumped me. I felt his hands clamp down on me from behind as he took me by sheer surprise. I saw his gloved hands on my shoulders and my heart leapt up into my throat...

Luckily, I ended up okay. He left me soon after jumping me, but not after I got a good look at his face. And had a conversation with him. And gave him a hug goodbye. My tall, asian attacker was none other than Vin. I totally didn't expect to see him there. He was on his way home from school while I was just putzing around. He walked me to the other end of the station before he had to go downstairs to catch his bus. He actually didn't scare me too badly...I guess living out in the 'borough and having such friends as mine around has desensitized me to such sort of surprise attacks. And the gloves didn't faze me either--I bought those ones for him for Christmas. I guess over all it was a pleasant surprise then. :)

Quotes of the Moment:
"Everyday is a birthday."
    -- cameragirl MDQ a.k.a. ssygrl, admittedly stumbled across while browsing my nemesis's Xanga page...

"'Bart, run like the wind!'
'Mom, it's "wind".'
'Well, I've only read it in books.'"
    -- Marge and Lisa (respectively), The Simpsons - Tree House of Horror XIV: "Reaper Madness"
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The best thing about that last quote is that you're still only reading it. Hehehe.