‘Cuz I have a couple minutes before hockey.
Your Summer Love Type is Go With the Flow
A great summer love may be in the cards for you … or not.
You’ll have a fantastic time this summer, taking what comes.
What you want is flexible – what you’ll get is up in the air.
No matter what, you’ll have fun – and maybe a few flings!
If Raycroft had been in net for the Florida game, in which we soundly got spanked, he probably wouldn’t have been named one of this week’s 3 stars. But, he wasn’t, and he was. Ah, I do love the ins and outs of the hockey world. And now, Raycroft has his own personal 3 game winning streek going on. Will he make it 4 tonight? Will the Leafs make it 2 in a row for the second time this season? Well, if not, I won’t be the only one uncovering the dictionary of 4-letter words, I’m sure.
Still nothing but voicemail from the Dell people. Yay people who don’t return phone calls. And now, they’ve already cost me an apartment, as the rental application I preemptively filled out has basicly been declared null and void–the apartment I was applying to rent has already been occupied. I guess I wasn’t preemptive enough. If this keeps up, they’re gonna be scheduling me to start in January. Which… actually might not be such a horrible idea. Well, if I can ever get a hold of these fools, I’ll see if *that’s* an option. It’s probably not, but if not, then it’s back pounding the pavement and looking elsewhere. Have I mentioned lately I despise having to rely on other people? Blech…
In spite of the fact he’s already been rather effectively sentenced, he probably still has another trial to go through yet. And he’ll be hanged, so there goes the theory that he’ll get what he wants–he did, after all, request a shooting. Well, there is a bright side. There will soon be one less whackjob on the planet. Make room for someone with a brain and an IQ above 0.2. Yay inteligence!
Well, that day has come. My parents will have dropped my brother off by now, and are on their way back home. And this house is going to be an aweful lot quieter for the next week or two. And then, a hell of a lot quieter after that as I move to Ottawa in preparation for starting work. Blah, seems just 6 months ago I was complaining about my lack of employment, and his ability to get himself fired from just about any job he chooses. What a bloody difference 6 months make, I tell you. It almost makes me wonder where we’ll all be in another 6. Well, okay, so I know where I’ll be in another 6. It’s everyone else who’s the questionmark. Okay, one less thought to cross my mind, then.
Okay, so um… even on an off night, Buffalo’s supposed to be good. So why is it that a team that hasn’t been all that hot lately was able to take them apart? I mean, not that I’m complaining, but… wow. Me thinks someone’s sails are about to lose their good wind. Of course, it helps that there are now 3 points seperating Toronto from the top of the division, and naturally the top of the conference. Hm, that would be nice. Though, for some reason, not *quite* as nice as seeing Ottawa kind of… um… well, so far out of the playoffs it’s not even funny. And Buffalo has another game tomorrow, so the chances of them winning that one too are slipping away… thank God. I’d hate to see a 4 1 win go to waste. Oh, wait, what am I saying… we have an easy game on Monday. I hope it’s easy, anyway. Or… something. So much for a coherent entry.
So an IM conversation I was involved in somehow got onto the topic of whether or not a blind man could actually own a car. How that happened, or why, is still anyone’s guess. But, in doing so, I discovered something perhaps too glaringly obvious about the system that regulates vehicle ownership up here. There’s more goddamn red tape involved than you can shake a stick at. Thank the gods I don’t drive…
We went out for dinner tonight, to sorta cellebrate my Dad’s birthday and the fact my brother will, in 2 days, be starting his basic training (yay!). And, from about the time the meal was finished to, like… now, I swear if I had anything more to eat I’d explode. Of course, that didn’t stop certain individuals from trying to feed me more (I’m looking at you, mom). It’s amusing, in a way, though. I think everyone who was there ended up not finishing what they ordered. So for about 10-15 minutes, we were all taking turns passing what was left from one person to the next. Not that it was accomplishing anything. And then, of course, they just had to go bring out the birthday cake. Did I mention by this point at least one of us was borderline exploding? So now, my dad is officially 44, and I am officially 5 pounds heavier. Oh, and, I can guarantee no one in this house will look to snack or anything ’til breakfast. Sunday.
I used to have this song, then well, the laptop thought it’d be nice to crap out. But, I now have it once again… yay google! And on that note, I’d just like to say right here and now, go Sens go! Why? Well, because it sounds a lot better than golf Sens golf. It’s a little outdated, mostly because some of the named players smartened up and moved on… well, okay, so maybe not smartened up. But the message is still the same. Enjoy! 🙂
Virtually everything else has been taken care of now. Well, what can be taken care of, at least, without proving that I’m actually employed. So, in short, there isn’t all that much that’s actually been accomplished in the last couple days. I’m still calling, still getting voicemail, and still suspicious that, if nothing else, the whole damn HR department’s on vacation. This is gonna be murder on the long distance bill at that. And then people ask me why I’d want to pay a little more for a phone plan with free long distance… heh, this is why. Ah well, it’s Friday. Hopefully come Monday things will actually get back to their regularly scheduled insanity. And hopefully the apartment I want isn’t taken by then. Stupid goddamn other people.
