Divide and Conquer; Update and Entertain.
"Always do right.This will surprise some people
and astonish the rest."
-Mark Twain
That is what my "Inspirational" 365-day calendar (a present from my Daddy, I believe in hopes to keep me motivated or something to that extent) tells me today. Not as good as some, but it will have to do. I do not presume to be so lofty as to be in a position to scorn the words of Mr. Twain. Anyways, I used that as a sort of introduction because it was upon my calendar that my eyes fell when I was looking around for some kind of idea. I decided to post even though I have relatively little to write about... which is proving somewhat difficult. I really do hate to ramble needlessly. I am presently eating Voortman cookies with milk, in case you care to know.
Next weekend Tyler and Mike are coming up here to Ottawa to see their respective girlfriends (and me [!] but I think I'm more an added bonus than a motivation for visiting, hahaha). So that will be fun. Hopefully Tyler will be kind enough to bring me my two sweaters that I forgot at home over the holidays; if not, I shall have to coerce Ian into bringing them back from when he goes home to visit the following weekend.
The following weekend, that of the 27th, will be so fun!! An entourage will be heading up here from Markham, likely to include Dave (who will be picked up at Kingston), Gokdag, Kaitlyn... and other people of whom I am not specifically aware but I will nonetheless be delighted to see should I be lucky enough to do so. Sadly, it is not chiefly Amanda and I that they come to see, this time around. Dave, for example, is centering his operations around Carleton U with Lowe and Kaelan, as far as I know. Stupid Carleton, hahaha. I'm joking... I'm just envious. I will likely see people at some point during the weekend, perhaps we shall all meet up at Le Bop. Failing that, I have promised that there will be a more uOttawa-focussed Dave visit at some point during the semester. However, this group's diversion to other friends has actually worked out very well for me: FARZANA is coming to see Mandi and I that weekend!! So since Dave (etc.) are visiting other people, Mandi and I will be free to spend time with our Fuzzer! Chemanza will be united once more, hooray hooray. I am so excited to see her... and, to make that weekend still better: Bedouin Soundclash is performing at uOttawa on the Friday night. Wooohooo! Hopefully Farzy wants to go, because Amanda and I surely do. I shall have to talk to her about that, because we need to get tickets soon. Thank you to Andrew for alerting me of the imminent performance... and no, 'When the Night Feels my Song' is not their only good song. Bedouin Soundclash = so fun. I am listening to their Sounding a Mosaic CD right now in sweet anticipation.
So, that weekend looks like it will be most entertaining.
I suppose that is all I really have to say. Later I hope to go skating, read some psychology, and vegetate a bit. Perhaps I will do some of my French homework.
Here is my randomly entertaining thing of the day, courtesy of Andrew: http://www.smalltime.com/dictator.html
Check this out. Read the instructions and have a go. This thing's uncanny ability to guess sitcom characters (or dictators) is rather impressive. Here are a few names with which Andrew, Mandi, or I tried and failed to stump it. This silly thing successfully guessed the following:
Estelle Costanza from Seinfeld
Xena (yes, the warrior princess... that doesn't even count as a sitcom and it still got it)
Lloyd Braun from Seinfeld (I didn't even know this character, but Andrew did)
House, from House
Daphne from Frasier
Eddie (the dog!) from Frasier
Santa's Little Helper (Bart's dog) from The Simpsons
Pam (Donna's mom) from That 70s Show
The Professor (the squid-faced dude) from Futurama
... and many others. I don't claim that it's infallible, but it's pretty darn impressive. I wonder what lifeless creep designed it? So, if you're bored, feel free to give it a try.
To finish off, here is a thought for you all, courtesy of the poet Langston Hughes:
Harlem
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Not the greatest of poems, but something I was thinking about. Hope you all have a nice day.
Exit Chelsea, Stage Left.

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