I hate my brain.
I hate your brain.
Why must brains be so complicated.

Is it ironic that while studying neuroscience, I feel like I am at the peak of my stupidity? That I am quite possibly the stupidest student in the world for deciding not only to take sparse notes, but to randomly drift/fall asleep during class? Is "stupidest" even a word? I don't even know anymore. Somebody get me a Sudoku. I need to feel smart again.

Speaking of irony:



Don't let the gap fool you. They ARE actually on the stage together.
All is well in this world.

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How many computer programmers does it take to change a lightbulb? I'm sorry, that can't be done, because that's a hardware problem.

I was clearly lacking the proverbial light bulb over my head (twas shattered last night in a fit of rage as I rolled into the wall during my sleep...or wait...that's not me :P). The amount of cleverly avoided questions would've made even George Bush proud.

There's nothing like a greazy poutene and half a tub of ice cream to make one's lightbulb supernaturally come back to life.

And about 1-1/2 hours of playing guitar out in the freezing cold
That was more food for the soul
And yeah, we were bold
Takin control of our world without using no gold
In fact the only gold we thought about were the treasures in heaven we hold
Cuz it wasn't about us, oh no
It was about plantin that seed so God could harvest that soul
I know I used 'soul' twice, it might be getting old
If you don't like my flow, why don't you go take a stroll
Down the knoll, to a hole, and burrow like the nuts belonging to a squirrel
Now I'm out, just like the Houston Astros.

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This is where the arrogant idiot at Buttug Noraa's (I'm so arrogant I linked myself in my own post....yeah sometimes I amaze even myself) proudly presents to you, the best relieve-your-stress-during-midterms game, Buttug Says.

Pay attention, I may move quickly, although that is highly unlikely.

Buttug says, put your hands up in the air.
Buttug says, wave them around like you just don't care.
Buttug says, rip out some of your hair.
Buttug says, hold back your swears.
Buttug says, go read 2 Pet-air 1:1-whatevare.
Buttug says, get down on one knee and lift up your prayers.

Now I'm just trying too hard to rhyme tight like I'm in the limelight.

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Since I spit so much hot fire around the K-town, I have single-handedly forced our apartment complex to update its fire regulations from the 1700's. Jokes aside, I'm very happy with the brand new smoke detector with swell enough technology to not go off everytime somebody in our apartment decides to be a dolt and not watch while the milk/water combination is boiling over. Actually I've been pretty good with that this year, no strikes for me just yet...

*knocks on my wood*

Yes hello? Must be the door. Allow me to go get that. Oh wait, I am no longer STRONG ENOUGH to open the darned door. Aparantly, there needs to be a "door closer" installed up top of our door as per the new and improved fire regulations. So not only is it a struggle for me to fight against this thing everytime I need to enter/exit the apartment, I also get no more visitors anymore because the door should technically be closed at all times.**

Of course, if you think about this, it makes a lot of sense. So if a fire were to say, start in our apartment, our door would be closed, and the fire wouldn't spread!*** Sparing all of the innocent people! Hurray!

Oh wait, what's that? Oh...it's Buttug...at his apartment window...he couldn't open the door to get out. Can you say survival of the fittest?

(everybody in the audience quietly mumbles 'survival of the fittest')

That's good boys and girls. Now can you say 'ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM'? All together now.

('antidisestablish-takes a deep breath-mentarianism')

Now can you say hobblescoth? Yeah you're right, its not even a word. Just wanted to make you say some random words out loud. I hope somebody walked by while you were indulging me by playing this random game.

**Has been remedied. We've discovered that empty orange juice cartoons make for decent, if not superb, door stoppers. I still get no visitors though.

***I have a very striking suspicion that the fire would continue to eat through our WOODEN DOOR even if it were to be closed. I guess it would only slow the inevitable.

****Must be very confusing trying to find where this endnote points to. I just wanted to mention that I basically burned right through the BCHM midterm. I'll be saving that ice cream that I bought for the pity-party.

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So there I was, scribbling furiously away at an impromptu exam review session. A fellow student poses a slightly stupid question. I am in no way condoning the asking of stupid questions. The notion that there is no such thing as a "stupid question" is stupid in itself.

But thats not what this post is about. A stupid question was asked. I let it slip and slide. But the keener life sci's parked right behind me did not see it my way. In fact they went on for a good 10 minutes discussing what a craptacular question that was. So even when the prof had expanded and MOVED ON to better questions, they were still yammering away.

It was very hard to focus. Here is a snipped of my notes:

The void volume is dependant on the stupidity of the question, I can't believe the idiot who would transfer out of the column and into the fractions collected at the bottom. And if you were to remember only ONE THING going into the exam, its that the prof is wasting his time going over this stuff!

I always seem to miss the "ONE THING TO REMEMBER". Cuz I'm awesome like that. This can't turn out good. So when you see me ingesting tubs of ice cream on Monday, it's not because I like ice cream (even though I love ice cream like a fat kid love cake).

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I'm a buskle-er, I'm a I'm a buskle-er Homie
You can ask about me, and you just might see
That I was only soliciting for charity
It was somewhat crazy, a little bit hazy
Something you might hear drop from Just Blazy
E.Mok was a monster, you might even call him the Big E
Not That Biggie, may he R.I.P.
But vocally, so sweet like a sugar plum faerie
So when you hear him come through, sit down and admire like the TV
You'll probably start humming too, like it was a CD
See me? Naw you don't, cuz I was playin poorly
I was merely tagging along with the V.I.P.
Almost like Mok was the doctorate, and I was the bachelor degree
Inferiorily, now I'm just making up wordsies
It's about that time I get back to my bookies
The way I'm going, I'm gonna need a lot of cookies
To keep me awake until at least two or three
And I just can't wait til the end of the weekly
Hope ya'll have it better than me
So go on, go 'head, take it easy

This post has been dedicated to a man named Jon Lee
And his good friend who may never read this, Gummi.

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Let's disect shall we?
*takes out the frog*
Oh.
*puts away the frog legs*

Why are there TWO food service offices at Queen's? What purpose do they serve? Do they live a purpose driven life?!

Please no more sermons based on the purpose driven life book? NO MORE. I don't really mean to offend many people. My purpose wasn't purpose I ain't perfect I care.
Now back to my reality, my stories and my allegories.

So naturally, I got the wrong office the first time. Turns out, after aquiring the forms from the second (base girl) office, I had to run back to the building housing the first office to get some forms signed. Where I was informed that one of the dudes that are allowed to sign my form is in Edmonton.

So then I flew to Edmonton, signed those contracts, and flew back, satisfied at the transaction.

I have no time to blog. Long story short, going back and forth between offices makes me feel dizzy, and like a volleyball. Find out where you're going, then go. Stop dickin around.

I think other bloggers are heavily influencing me.

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That was me in class. Minus the cool flask of red stuff on my butt. And the pimpin red shoes. And the bowl of water. So my face hit the table and squashed my nose.

And apparantly I need self control. Yeah, stupid homeostasis just isn't pulling its weight anymore. I mean my weight. And because of homeostasis, my blog suffers tonight.

*Head starts dipping....Glugluglugluglug*

That was me. Drowning in that pool of water that isn't really there. But it is. Just not literally.

Anybody have 200grand for reconstructive nose surgery?

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6:15 - Fast asleep. Faster than the speed of sound, much faster than birds from the underground.
6:40 - Beat the rooster to the punch. He didn't want it with me, ask Nas, he don't want it with me...Noooo.
6:41 - Dreaming up the perfect storm
7:02 - Housemate comes crashing into my room, informing me that it is 7:00. He's getting a clock set two minutes faster for Christmas. Coincidence that the difference in time was "two"? You think about that for a second, base girl.
7:15 - Setting off into the deceiving morning. 7:15am = (7:15pm - noise)
8:20 - Breakfast one. Featuring....Eggs.
8:45 - Breakfast two. Taters + Syrup = Heavenly Hash?
10:30 - Lost an arm in combat during the "scribble-everything-down" maneuver that runs concurrently with the "awake-but-not-paying-attention" tactic.
11:30 - Rope is class. Skipping rope. With one arm.
1:00 - All hope is lost. Sat around discussing the possible sexual conotations of orange juice.
2:30 - Keepin inStyle. Critiquing celebrities. Rachel Bilson gets thumbs up.
3:30 - Walked around discussing stuff much more relevant, musical and nerdy.
4:30 - Wondering why 1. I'm blogging about my day, I never blog about my day, 2. I'm blogging at all, and 3. Birds suddenly appear.

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I don't usually give credit to the stuff I use on this site, but this is Amp, by robyn-intherain, and since I am acquaintances with her, I must refer you to her deviantart stuff.

My doodles don't even look like doodles. Here's my attempt at a duck (my attempt at a house was strikingly similar).

Can't you see it?
*sigh*
It's alright, I can't see it either.
OH WAIT!
*puts on glasses*
...
..
.
*sigh of utter defeat*

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The next time I get asked to check off any languages that I can read/write/understand, I'm gonna check them all. Why? Because I know my internet, and my internet can translate anything, allowing me to claim to be proficient in multiple languages, even languages I never knew existed! You can't fool me with your pidgin talk.

As if the internet wasn't good enough already, here's a fun game to play. Go to Google. Type in "(your name) needs". Remember to use the quotes.

What a great game. Here's me:

A**** needs a Tracheostomy (from all that smoking I do?!?!)
A**** needs to learn how to count (or, a new calculator...either way)
A**** needs to find another place to stay (hahaha the internet is evicting me)
A**** needs to lose some weight (Shutup Google...why don't you go lose some weight)
A**** needs two running tens for a tie or two running fives to win the pot.

Speaking of poker, wait, say what!? Oh, we have since erased the word "poker" from our mental dictionaries and put "hockey" back on its rightful throne? Ah well this will bring back memories. Perhaps. I'm really unclear on how the brain processes work. Apparantly, our minds warp everytime we learn something new. Who knows.

Right, so speaking of poker, I'm glad that fad has officially 'fad'ed into obscurity. My string of luck in poker can be summed up by this cartoon (and yes, I am represented by the girl in the cartoon):

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Some search phrases people have used to find my site include:
"Kicked in the Nuts"...I'm guessing they Google Image searched this, to which they found this. Good times.

"DID BOW WOW AND CIARA BREAKUP". Judging by the caps, somebody desperately needed to know if they had a chance with Ciara or Bow Wow(only God knows why).

"Can you ever get totally stuck doing sudoku". And the answer is yes. That's what seperates the sudoku masters (myself included) from other measily peons.

"Guys sudoku" - what's with all the sudoku hits?!

"pie in the face basketball pictures". I'm not even gonna try to figure this one out.

"Kochi Inter-trade". AHAHAHAHAH. Who knew THIS RANDOM POST would generate me hits, a COUPLE of months later?! Not I, that's for sure.

"direction kennyma". Rockstar Kenny, SHOW US THE WAY.

"poutene". Oh. This might have been me while I was desperately hungry last night.

My page has also been viewed by people in Sweden, Portugal, Lisban, Hong Kong, Buenos Aires, Italy, Turkey, and the ever mystical land known as the "United States". Lovely!

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You can file this one under: DUH

"New research shows that adolescents who eat large amounts of fried food away from home are heavier and more likely to have a poor-quality diet."

It's always good to know that if I ever don't cut it as a computer scientist, I can always just cut my losses, and start up a brilliant research project a la said article. The guise I'd work under? 'Out to save the world, one fat kid at a time.'

Yeah, it'd hafta to be that, cuz my other brilliant idea was already carried through by some German dudes.

I demand to be put in contact with the person who funded either one of these projects. Seriously, I'm lookin for a 16 month internship and I'd love to look into stuff people think about, then go "nah...what was I smokin?".

Now, about the so-deep-that-you-thought-you-were-walking-through-the-abyss type post yesterday. I am definitely still the same girlish weakling with a fine-tuned sense of humor, and I am still gonna give everyone their daily dose of useless (but not so useless because I like reading about things...and so should you) information and/or pictures.

And I know you don't have it in you to resist :) So keep reading, my minions.

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"When our depravity meets His divinity, it is a beautiful collision."

Perhaps a big bang did occur. When the sins of the world were once and for all defeated on that rugged tree. When good and evil did battle, with good previaling in a landslide victory. When Satan had his brow beaten in, casting him to the Smackdown Hotel. A glorious and momentous collision.

Small skirmishes still arise. But everytime someone chooses to turn to the Father and deny their weak human-ness, little big bangs are still happening all around us. The fact is that when our lives join intersect with what God has planned for us, sparks fly. Mountains tremble. Children dance. Events we had originally scoffed at, labelling as impossible, suddenly occur.

Praise God. The victory has already been won.

Come and listen.
Come to the water's edge
all you who are thirsty,
Come.

Let me tell you what He has done for me,
He has done for you,
He has done for us.

Praise our God for He is good.
He is good.
He has done for me.
He has done for you.
He has done for us.

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Pictures and Links! That's just what happens when I get too lazy to post for real.

Wind did this to the rental car and free tibet. I missed many other great picture opportunities. Lesson learned. Always carry camera in bag. Always. You never know when the wind is gonna blow so hard that pigs actually fly.



"You could abort every black baby in this country, and your crime rate would go down."

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I've got to say, it was a little awkward. Having you come back around after being gone for over a year.

But all it took was the drop of a puck. Or 15 of them for that matter.

And then it was on. Like you had never left.

If the NHL Logo were a person, I would give it a hug.

My loyalties no longer lie with one team. Instead, I will cheer my silly heart out for a shootout night in, night out. Even if it trivializes the fact that hockey is supposedly a "team sport".

Speaking of sports, let's just end with this. Thank you Jeffrey. This made my night. Oh and Jeffrey, all the girls at Queens are in love with you and your beautiful hair. Player :)

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Health nuts are driving me ... nuts. Can you taste the irony? Not yet? That's okay, we'll just throw a few more mg of iron into the next batch groceries you buy. Throw in extra fibre just for kicks as well. You know. Cuz its good for you.

My mother packed lunches for me back in the day. I would have a sandwich every day of the week. On whole-wheat bread. And for dinner, I would have rice. Except the rice would be pink because there was an extra additive that would make it wonderfully healthy.

So when I'm up here making food for myself, I tend to shy away from the healthy side of life. I like my bread like I like my winters...white. So when I found out that my very own white bread was being SPIKED, I nearly choked to death on the lollipop I was eating for dinner (when I said 'shy away from the healthy side of life', I was really being modest)

Then, to top it all off, I come across this:


Hey! Whole Grain! Yeah, I'm talkin to you! You don't think I've noticed you invading my breakfast cereals with your graininess? Turning my sacred sugary snacks into semi-healthy meals? You and your sneaky tactics need to STAY AWAY from my Chips Ahoy.

Your intention of making Chips Ahoy healthier while admirable, is NOT appreciated. I'm not eating Chips Ahoy for my daily ingestion of fibre or whatever. I simply eat Chips Ahoy when I want to wash down some horrible whole wheat bread, or maybe forget about the new Lindsay Lohan song...or maybe for something to throw at the TV when the new Lindsay Lohan music video comes on.

I need to calm down. Somebody get me a lollipop. Or a chocolate bar. A STOLEN chocolate bar (don't worry, I didn't steal anything...for real)

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Actually today wasn't all that brutal. 4 for 4 in terms of Monday morning prayer meetings. Beating a pro star basketball player in a cheap game of twenty-one. One greasy poutene that litterally slid all the way through my system.

But when Mike came home with a bag of Taco Bell, I immediately wished that I could have some Taco Bell. And when he let me munch on the reminants of the fries, I really badly quiero me some Taco Bell (I know that I didn't use the word quiero right, but here at ButtUgNoraa's (BUN)...we just don't care)

Now, you may be asking yourself why I just don't get off my lazy butt and walk myself down to Taco Bell and get my own Tacos?

Well, cuz first of all the walk would technically be a "walk up"...and the walk would be more like a hike of epic proportions. Leading me to suddenly drop my yearning for Taco Bell and suddenly develop a craving for a car.

Disregarding the fact that mommy/daddy already said "HAHAHA...oh you seriously wanted the car? Then the answer is no." I can't have no car up here. Why? Because I can't afford no gas.

Say it with me.

"We can't afford no gas."

Say it!

"WE CANT AFFORD NO GAS."

So we aint drivin.

I ended up getting free dinner courtesy of Proctor and Gamble. Good times.

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Staring out into the wonderful night shoreline that Kingston is a proud home of.



Staring straight ahead at the lights. Some are ever-glowing, illuminating a small radius of rocks around them. Pathces of darkness engulf the lights from all directions. Some lights are of the lighthouse variety, flashing on and off. Their frequencies differed. As did their color, and because of the varying distances, so did their prominence. They seemed eerily right.

Staring up at the stars. A couple flashes of brilliance, but always incredibly breath-taking, and never fading.



Staring behind me at an enormous crane. From which a burden once hung.



Staring straight down at my feet hovering above pitch-dark waters. As if I were dangling my feet precariously over the edge of a cliff. The only certainty being the beam I was perched on. An inch forward would be an unforgiving and unnecessary belly-flop into pollution filled waters.

Why is it that when presented with such an unfailing path, that I continue to stray?

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So as if Thursday nights werent' crowded enough, what with super-man Clark Kent competing with super-spy Sydney Bristow for my time, I get the choice to attend Thursday Night Tutorials!

Now the old me would probably have laughed at the thought of having anything to do on Thursday night besides re-acquainting myself with the TV. But the new and improved me has so far made it to 2 out of the 2 tutorials. I've overcome adversity, I've overcome harsh weather, I've overcome friends telling me to "go home and watch tv". So go on, be proud of me. Go on now.

Once you get to one of these night time tutorials, you just know that the poor TA doesn't really want to be there. In fact, I would go so far as to suggest that they want to be there LESS than the students. Because keener students like me go to these tutorials in hopes of gaining valuable insight/hints on how to do assignments. Only to be sorely disappointed.

Except last Thursday night I was not disappointed. I finally have proof that the TA's hate tutorials just as much as students. Look no further, here it is...the proof:



Now, you may be thinking, dude, it's 1:50AM, SATURDAY...aren't we a little behind on this post? And to you I say, good observation. I'm glad you can tell time. Proof 2 that TA's hate tutorials, they don't necessarily go home and post the slides right away...they may sometimes take until Friday night/Saturday morning to post the slides so that avid bloggers like me look like idiots posting about events two days ago, with a couple posts in between.

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