Before I get ranting... actually, I'm just doing to rant now because what happened yesterday is rant worthy.
Got into another car accident yesterday. Second one in less than ... maybe three years. Another yeild-sign accident. We were yeilding to ONCOMING TRAFFIC when some asshole rams the fuck out of our back bumper. Little bastard got what he deserved - a sweet imprint of our license plate on his bumper. I hope something goes horribly wrong with his engine.
I'm very, very sore. I couldn't sleep last night because my body is aching all over. It hurt to lay my head on my pillow because of where it smashed back onto the headrest of the car. My jaw is insanely tight, and my ears feel like they're going to pop my brain out. I'm very slow at typing, my coordination is a little off, mostly because of the shock. My left clavicle region as well as my trap is in a lot of pain... which is odd, because my seatbelt was over my right shoulder, not my left. I'm pretty sure that a muscle has been pulled, but I've never been so stiff. I have a headache... but it's not like a headache. It's so weird to describe... it's just a heavy pain in my head, but it's... tolerable? I don't even know. Thank goodness I have today off. Work tomorrow probably wont be nice. I won't be able to do much. Hurray.

Moving on.

Just need to get my thoughts out there on the olympics... it's been driving me nuts ever since China was awarded them. There is a huge human rights issue surrounding the country, one that should not have been ignored. For them (China) to say that the olympics would help create a new social change thus vastly improving their issues regarding human rights was bullshit, and the IOC now realizes that. Rogge said, "It's easy to say now that this was not a wise and a sound decision.'' Well thank goodness he can say that.
Nothing is going to change. The 2008 olympics will go on, just like they had when the US and Russia (USSR) was in their 'I-hate-you' stage, and just like they continued even when there were athletes lives in danger.
I would never, ever support a complete boycott which included the athletes. No way. I fully support athletes competing like this, because they are the best. They deserve the international competition to flex their muscles and to show everyone how great they are, representing their countries. I hope that nothing bad comes of that, I really want those people to fulfill their dreams, to be able to participate in something they've been training very hard for for years.
I want to see a political boycott. I do not want to see our prime minister at the opening ceremonies, nor do I want to see him anywhere near it. For me that's probably wishful thinking, I certaintly didn't vote him in... bah. But that's what I want. I want the leaders of the countries participating to just not go. Don't be there. Show China that you care, that China can fuck right off and clean themselves up. I truly hope that no other country wants to display their siding with a supporter of  cultural genocide (well, not just a supporter, one whom carries it out regularily).
Free Tibet. Free the Tibetan people. For goodness sake, stop the murdering of MONKS.

Onto another thing: Paul McCartney - don't go to Halifax. Just don't. Keep your shit away, you've been to the Maritimes once, and let me tell you, you have a really, really bad rep. The last thing the people here want is to listen to you booger on all night about the seal hunt*. They want to hear your music, but I know that it'd be impossible for you to do. It's funny how one is SO concerned over the seal hunt, but not the least bit over their beautiful little daughter during a huge multi-million dollar divorce-fight. I applaud you.

*I am in no way defending the seal hunt. I see why it has to happen, I see the jobs it creates. I don't like how it has to be done, I wish there was a more humane way, however I know that if there was, it would be done.

Ohhhh  my craapppp.
Why must second semester be so much fun... but suck sooooo much? Whyyy?
I've been so busy lately... mostly with fixing up my life when it comes to the education section. A friend of mine here is trying to relate to how I feel, and I'm like, 'Shut up, you have no idea, so stop talking. You just want to do what I do, I get it, but piss off. You gag at a flipping twiching dead frog.' Bah. 
Tomorrow is sure to be busy. I'm entertaining Brent after his CP patrol tonight, which will be around midnight, so hopefully he's tired and we can just go to bed. Then I get up at 7:30am, and start my crazy day. Two classes, then a break, then a class. Then perhaps I get to eat some lunch. And then I get to go to a meeting with someone at the registrar's office to help me and tie up loose ends here at X. I should probably venture to the Business Office, too, just to tell them that I'm donezo after this year. And perhaps I should also go fight with the residence office, to make them drop like, $2 grand from my fees, because hell, I put up a lot with my room. Eff that noise.
Then I have to somehow make it to our society night (as vice president, I should be there to represent Right to Play alongside of the prez), and my lab... hm. I really, really want to discet a heart, and I really want to be at society night... I gotta figure out how I'm gonna swing that.

Yeah. Busy-busy. I gotta run errands, too. I've been needing to do that for a while.. oh dear.

AND. Ugh, I wish there were more breaks this semester, so I could work more. I have to pay for a passport, then maybe have some spending money for California, because I'm not going back to work until I come back from vacation. I'll be here at X for a week or so later due to Brent's graduation, so that knocks out possible work-time. Ugh. I'd try to find a job here again, but who will hire me for four months, and who is even looking?! Gooooosh. Actually, there was one store that was hiring... what was it... I think it was Staples. Hm. That'd be so boring. There are NEVER cars in the parking lot there. But hey. If it's what I get, I get it.

So yeah, looks like I'll be jetting myself across the harbour instead of across a few provinces for school. I'll go to the Maritime School of Paramedicine. It's campus is in Dartmouth, so that's pretty damn convinient. Problem is... I really, really don't want to live at home anymore. I'm sick of it, it's too small, and I hate being cooped up with someone that drives me insane. Not to mention, I like to enjoy my sleep. I don't like listening to children screaming and stomping around like fucking African elephants. And I've had such a taste of being on my own for two years now, and it's just so hard to go back and not have that independence. And mum would love to kill me if I mentioned moving out. And she'd get pissed, and be like, 'Fuck no, you're staying home. Blahblah'. And I don't want to hear that.
I'm ready for life, whether she likes it or not. Hence me not going back to X next year, and getting myself a real job in which I can finally go and do something with my life. Bah.

Toblerones make my mouth go numb. But I don't think I'm allergic. It's weird.

Good luck to you, Vinny (and Cam). Job-hunting. It's quite a sport.

Good luck you you too, Mary. Enjoy finally being out on your 'own', doing what you want. It feels good, hey?

<3 mils

Okay, so at the request of the friends, I'm back. It's actually nice to be back. Now I can finally rant. Maybe that's what I've needed? Hm.

So my favourite holiday parade is happening this Saturday - The Parade of Lights! And for people like me, who will not be in attendance, I'll be able to watch it on TV! Hurray! Mum will be in it again this year... but sadly, there will be no candy. Like, what the hell. There is no way a stupid candy wrapper could have sliced open a kid's face, with the kid needing stitches. Not a damn chance. Bah.

So I arrived back in Antigonish yesterday around 3pm... then five minutes after getting in the door, I'm being picked up by Brent's sister and brother-in-law, only to be driven back to his place, heh. We played Trivial Pursuit... 90's Edition. I hate that edition. It's the only one I can't do... clearly, I'm far too young to remember what actually happened in the 90's. But I sucked it up and played. Brent and I lost. Then his sister and her husband left, and we went to the pub for supper. Aaaaaaaand then I picked up cookie dough, because I wanted cookies, but then once we got back to my place, I was like, "Eff that. I'm not making cookies right now." So we watched Harry Potter. Then he stayed the night. He left around 2 this afternoon. So we basically spent 12 hours in each others company.

Ho hum...I am le tired, and I should be reading some Motor Learning and Sports Psych.