my threshold for snow happiness was breached around... 8hrs ago. maybe more.
and this is all because.... long story.
basically, my wonderful stalker went to sudbury for the week [yay!!!] and before she left, she gave me an xmas gift.
which was a bar of chocolate. weird, sketchbrand chocolate. but nonetheless, it was a bit touching cause i didn't get her anything.
[though when she hugged me, it was very not happymaking for me. she seemed too eager to hug me.]
but yeah.
afterwards she asked me to pick up the choir cds she ordered, since she wasn't going to be here, and i was feeling guilty so i said yes.
which leads us to today.
and the 312094832098cm of snow outside.
and the fact that instead of having the perfect snow day [hot chocolate, music, dancing, admiring the prettyful cold from behind a window] i have to trek down a fucking mountain in 5hrs -- a 20min walk without the snow -- to pick up cds for the kid who is awkwardly infatuated with me.
and be cold.
and wet.
and have snow whipping at my face as i try not to fall on my ass down the steep sidewalk.
oh. yay.
and on top of that, she told our floor fellow that i would give the cds to her... which means i have to go talk to my floor fellow. who i am pretty sure doesnt like me, since i skip a lot of her meetings. because they are boring and are always like "everyone vote for the floor trip! bowling or laser tag or jean talon market!" and then we vote and never go anywhere. and because she also organizes movie nights with bad movies.
damn you, stalker.

aaron carter has a new song, about him being on dwts, which is actually pretty decent...?
[well, the chorus at least. it's catchy. it reminds me of... i dunno really. it reminds me of another song.]
that's a bit of a shock after seeing him on house of carters. i forgot he had any talent whatsoever.

//edit::
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOMINIC MONAGHAN!

i have typed up all my notes, i've rewritten out all my notes by hand, i've paced back-and-forth reciting all my notes, made up a bunch of mnemonics, listened to the lectures while i slept, used flashcards for definitions, played all the online study activities, reread the textbook chapter summaries and done approximately 532 practise questions for this damn psych exam.

this is more studying for ONE exam than i've done in my whole life.
and i still don't remember anything for longer than around 5secs.
woot.

i'm trying not to lj so much [i know, my self-discipline is SO effective so far] but... i was just thinking:

why do i have such an ability to attract creepy people to me?
please, someone answer this.

i'm asking this because there's this guy in my psych class who ALWAYS sits near me. usually behind me. and normally i wouldn't notice something like this in a class of like 700 people, but he has the crazy eyes. as in THE crazy eyes. not the himym "i have a super crush on you" crazy eyes, but the "this is me, psychotically staring at you with wide-open eyes and somewhat-dilated pupils" crazy eyes.
he never bothered me before, minus kicking my chair as he laughs super loud at the prof's jokes, so i didn't really care much about him.
but then, today, he came to class late and asked to sit in my row [which was weird, since there was an empty chair right in front of me, and i sit on the aisle seat, and so why would you want to incovenience people when you're late?] so i let him in. and when i returned to taking notes, he sits down in his chair, takes off his coat and places it on the back of his chair. normal.
then it got weird. the only things he had with him were a giant tub of yoplait strawberry yogurt [like GIANT tub, at least 1lb of yogurt] and a santa hat. but whatev, i ignored him. but then, he puts these two articles on TOP of my stuff -- which was on the seat beside me, since my friend had an appt with her advisor and would be coming later -- and then he looks at me. and i felt him staring, so i look over, and look at his stuff, but decided not to make a scene cause class was going on. and so i go back to taking notes.
but due to the exact angle the prof was from my seat, from my peripherals i could see that this guy keeps staring.
and staring.
and staring.
and it's fucking creepy cause he has the whole crazy eyes thing going on.
when he finally stopped looking, i was relieved. but later some kid diagonally behind him asked a question, and i do that whole look-at-the-kid-talking thing, and so when i turned, i saw him looking straight at me again, and i nearly screamed.
luckily my friend came and sat in her seat in between, so all the creepiness ended, but still. that's weird. omfg.</p>

this post exists for only two reasons:
1) i got a new leo icon from peculiargroove so i just wanted to be all like "hey! look how awesome it is! and here is me crediting her!"
2) i am obsessed with Nine and just the notion that i'll be able to watch daniel day-lewis sing in a musical. spectacular.

thats all. read neha's tumblr. bye!

today i woke up, and i was like "shitfuckers. who is calling my phone at 8am? I HATE YOU AND I'M NOT GOING TO PICK UP BECAUSE IT'S 8AM AND YOU'RE FUCKED FOR CALLING SO EARLY!" because i didn't fall asleep until 3-4am [i totally think i have DSPS] and i didn't have class until 11ish.
after they hung up though, i could not fall back asleep [because life sucks, and again, i totally have DSPS] and so i just lay there for the next 2hrs thinking of how much money i had spent since arriving at montreal [*shudders*] and how cool it would be to be in a feature-film musical opposite daniel day-lewis. and how tired i was, and how i was going to punch whoever called in the face for ruining my sleep.
when i actually did get up, i had somehow gotten myself into a grouchy place [i think that mentally plotting schemes of face punches will do this to you] and so when i was brushing my teeth i was all like "ho hum, look at me and this dark cloud over my head as i scowl in the mirror at my tangled hair."
and then one of my floormates stopped to talk to me and told me that it was snowing.
which just made me scowl some more inside at how cold it would be and whatnot. and how snow sucks. etc. basically, i was determined the day would suck ass.
when i got to my room, i opened the curtains so i could be all grouchy at the snow and shift my scowl audience to mother nature. but when i looked outside...

( it was uberly fucking beautiful. )

and i stopped being grouchy. and became uberly elated and filled with happy christmas-is-coming! thoughts. =)
so, in short: i no longer hate snow. =)
the end.

i want to name some beautiful song with profound lyrics and an insane depth of melody by some obscure artist no one has ever heard of... but in truth, the answer to this question -- the one song that truly has stood the test of time with me -- is.......

( drumroll, please..... )

i'm feeling a bit [political?] today, so here's just a really random rant/foodforthought.

why do people hate on tv so much? or movies? or hollywood?
i'm a bit sick of encountering people who will suddenly judge me for making a reference to SAW or something. or assuming all hollywood movies are shiteous overglamourizations of life.

in my opinion, tv is actually good for you.
my mom + dad didn't know large amounts of english, so my childhood learning was taught by all those tvokids shows [minus math, which my dad taught me in chinese]. then after when i went to school and became anglosized, i really only held on to any chinese skills through watching chinese soap operas with my parents [who, by then, spoke to me + my sisters in chinglish]. so technically, tv build the foundation of any academic skill i possess.
that, and the fact that as i came to become less and less connected to my parents during my whole preteen/earlyteens stage, tv was always an easy conversation topic.

and how can anyone say that all movies are bad?
there are documentaries, for the educationally inclined. there are movies like the pianist or schindler's list which are brilliant depictions of real historic eras. a lot of people wouldn't even know about the peloponnesian wars existing if it weren't for 300 -- which is based on a comic book and is not supposed to be historically acurrate anyways, shitheads.
and if you want to, you can read deep into any movie and glean substance from it. [i once connected the whole plot of wanted back to this huge existential metaphor while i was "working" at the library, since shelving books is a braindead job.] so in any case, any shallowness of a hollywood film is also attributed to the shallowness of the viewer. unless the movie is like epic movie, and wasn't made for any reason but pure parody. [but then again, there's the whole thing about why they parodized what they did and what that means about humanity...]

i sound a bit like the snobby side of ed hob. but whatever.
don't hate on my industry, bitches.

people have been pissing me off so much lately. maybe i've transformed into some unsympathetic, hate-driven freak, but honestly? sometimes people can just go suck themselves.

( uberwordy rant ahead. )

so yeah. i was having a pretty stressful week and then my mom sent me this wonderful email and it made the world better. =)



( i thought i'd pass it along and spread the awesomeness. )