Comment Reminder

I've noticed that I have received a grand total of zero comments on my last 6 posts. Now I know people are reading this blog still cuz you guys tell me when you visit and most of the time I get positive reviews. I guess you wouldn't tell me when I suck and I thank you for that. I enjoy my ignorant bliss.
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Enjoy the future blogs and keep visiting every now and again as I will start to post rants from my peers as you all like to tell me what grinds your gears.
Clam Man I haven't forgotten your rant. It will be posted eventually.

Sneezing

I have long noticed that many a people do not know how to properly sneeze. It is those of the female persuasion that seem to have the most difficulties. I've actually seen/heard a few girls do the following: Step 1 - Look as though they need to sneeze (this step is very difficult to hide and most people make the same face). Step 2 - They plug their nose and make an very muffled *snrt* sound. After holding in the essence of the sneeze, a.k.a the blast, its on to Step 3. It is here where they try to save face by attempting to make the sneeze all cutesy with a little highpitched 'choo'.

Now ladies, holding in your sneezes that cannot be good for your systems. One day you may blow an eyeball. I worry about that, seriously I do. And the unnecessary 'choo', people don't think 'aawww how cute' , they are actually dumbfounded and thinking 'did she actually just say choo?'. Now I'm not saying I sneeze well. In fact I could probably take a lesson in restraint. When I sneeze its like a hurricane is rushing through me. I just let loose and what happens happens. I at least attempt to leave the room as to avoid grossing out or deafening my peers. Thats all I have to say about that.

Am I the only one who is constantly thrown off whenever South Africa is mentioned? I mean any Team South Africa, Ernie Els, my old art teacher, everytime I hear South Africa I think black people, because of the Africa. It usually takes a few moments before it clicks in that South Africans are actually white people with english accents. I dunno, its just something that doesn't stick with me. Kinda like how sometimes I still have to think which hand makes an L to tell which way is left. The emphasis is on sometimes , like when I'm suddenly asked directions. I just get mental blocks. Another example is when I'm asked my age and I respond with ' Uh er um...22 yeah definitely 22.' I know my age its just I get caught off guard sometimes. Sue me.

Chilliwack

Question: Does there exist a band on this planet that is better than these guys?

Answer: Yes, there are many actually.

War at Home

So I managed to get through a very long week. It was made long by a lot of studying and schoolwork, but most of all I was in a battle for my life. I don't want to oversell this, but I barely escaped with my life from my room that was out to get me. Doesn't help that I've been going through a couple weeks of just wrecking my body. But I always seem to set aside a couple weeks a year to pile up injuries (it makes the rest of the year less nagging). A few will remember the infamous softball back bruise followed by the badly scrapped knee of last summer.

It all started when I arrived back from Florida. As soon as I stepped into my room I could feel my head stuffing up and my throat getting scratchy. Thinking nothing of it really, I decided to hit the sack (my bed, not scrotum). Big mistake. I woke up feeling clogged to the high heavens. It was then that I came to the conclusion my room had decided to go straight to germ warfare. So I went to work.

I washed out my collection of beer glasses and removed the empties from my room. Hell, I even dusted a bit. I did find some mold in a bottle and thought I was victorious!! A couple days go by and I'm not feeling any better. Oh, at some point I found some more mold in a thermos I had on my shelf (Isn't that perfect? A container that keeps whatever is inside at the perfect temperature) . Anyways, I figured I'd air out my room. I fell asleep that night with my head under the window since the cold air felt nice on my face. Around 3 am I woke freezing cuz the temp had plummeted so I shut the window. I went to yawn, but incredibly my lips had completely frozen together! No lie. Next morning when I flopped out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom I saw my bloodied lips and thought, ' Touche Room, I walked right into that trap. However, I will play the part of the fool NO MORE!'

I went on a rampage. I vaccuumed my room (something I have down rarely with previous bedrooms, excluding the move-out vaccuum), Oxy-powered everything I could think of and playing on a tip from a roommate wiped down some mold-building windows. I feel I've finally turned the corner. After a long battle it looks as though a victory for me is impending. Final score Room 27 - Me 30. Yes its a completely random score, but I feel it gets across the length and closeness of the war.

For those wondering, I know my room doesn't possess a spirit or harbour ill-will towards me. It just makes it more fun and I guess gives me the strength to fight through the sick. Also, I'm not that slobby. I kinda made it seem like my room was scuzzy, but the sickness came from microscopic germys. Plus side, its probably as clean as it will ever get.