Today/Yesterday I was on a little lucky streak, I found black jeans — in my perfect size — that were NOT skinny jeans.

Which is indeed a big deal because unlike what your Grandma Esther thinks, skinny jeans do not MAKE you skinny.

So yes, I found some awesome jeans.

And then I found $5.

And then I won $3 in a scratch ticket.

And then at dinner, the waiter didn’t charge me for dessert (Yes Shea, I had free ice cream cake )!!!

So on that lucky streak, we went to the casino and I was doing good, like really good.

Until midnight hit.

And then it just all went downhill from there and now I’m left with nothing but a rotten pumpkin.

I’m too tired from work/my awesome aunt is here/the big-screen TV blew out today after 12 glorious years of glory, I am sadness personified.

There isn’t anything else to say about my life to keep you interested.

Unless you like sandwiches, because then you should know that after scandalous amounts of internet viral griping, Subway is now tessellating its cheese.

That’s kind of a big deal you guys… REJOICE!

That or mourn with me.

R.I.P.  Biggie, you were the bestest teevee I ever done had, and the only one with PiP capabilites…  *SOBS*

Bwah 12 days without a post.

I’d almost feel bad if I didn’t care.   I think.

Some magical things have been happening, I got some spiffy new curtains for my room (gunmetal silver grey, they’re PLUSH I tell you), my brother graduated from UBC so everyone’s been fawning about that lately, and my favouritest aunt is coming up to visit in 2 weeks.

Barely past the third week of the summer semester and already there’s registration dates and fees for the fall semester.

Class itself is ok, my prof is a bit judgemental when it comes to my name which I really don’t understand why, because I’ve accepted that a lot of yous can’t pronounce my real name, I am blessed with a polysyllabic name (that isn’t associated with kissing cousins and roasted raccoon for dinner) so I say it’s ok to call me Shaz.

Really, it’s perfectly fine!

And yet every time she calls on me she uses my last name, which is a challenge for her anyways, so I don’t know what the gong she’s thinking.

Or not thinking… or over thinking?

Is she judging me based on my name(s) just like I’m judging her for not wearing a bra even when she is clearly endowed enough in the area to make you think of those National Geographic photo spreads but paler!?

Can we make it a new law that all women need support there?

Support is necessary.

I do not need to see flabby tits in public, flapping around under her Sears shirt like little baggies of cheez whiz.

Palm trees, to cleanse your mental palette of the image of cheez whiz garbage bag tits, which I’ll stop talking about now.

For the past month I’ve been obsessing over birdcages.

I just love them and even want to get one for my room (to hang plants in, not a bird) (I mean keep a bird in not hang a bird in, I don’t lynch parrots) and then I saw little necklaces on Etsy, but they were ridiculously overpriced.

But I got lucky and found a pack of 6 at a craft supply store so I’m keeping one and selling the rest.

They’re just so cute and I think they turned out pretty good.

I just love how that last photo turned out with the light streaming through the beads.

Alicia has bogarted the gold one, and Danielle has dibs on the silver one

The internet is full of amazing and totally bawlsless wastes of time, I love eet.

Today’s crazily unrelated links include:

Cuteness:  A kitten and a parrot make the adorable

Damn Weird: 25 of the most redonkulous high school senior photos

Love:  My Ex-wife’s wedding dress

(I particularly love the BBQ grill cover.  It makes sense too, you guys are practically married to that thing anyways)

LolWUT?:  Michelle Obama wears a “nude” coloured dress, sparks controversy about hidden racism blah blah hey remember that Oil Spill?  Haitian earthquake victims?  The US people who live on foodstamps?

The news has gone tits up IMO.

Umm…WHY!?:  The ultimate revenge? Pubic lice for salesies.

When the lazy hits me, the lazy hits me with a whole semi-trailer of slow.

Hai blawg, sorry for ignoring you.

I started my summer class on Tuesday night, it’s a 3rd year children’s lit class that I’m taking to fill out that upper course elective nonsense universities tell you to take to expand your breadth and knowledge and blah blah propaganda.

The course textbook is really a colouring book, the other reads are awesome and some are drawn like comic books.

I am going to enjoy this yes I am.

Last week I hung out with Andie, we hit up a few geeky places (rampant with star wars paraphernalia) and some craft stores (she beads, like insanely beads bracelets)We hit up a sushi place for a late lunch, I dunno what it is but I haven’t been thrilled with sushi for the past while.

The roll in the above picture was awesome, the other rolls we got; disappointing.

I think the menu built them up too much, I mean if you say ‘volcano roll’ and talk about spice and the waitress asks you if spicy is OK , then you expect spicy sauce, you don’t expect… warmed tomato sauce.

I sound kinda snobby, I know, I’m not apologizing.

Looky looky, a longer preview of the Prince of Persia movie,  which looks more than OK but really just reminds me of Aladdin.

You’re thinking it now too, don’t deny it.

*sigh* all that for a loaf of bread… Imagine the show you’d get for a leg of lamb.

Speaking of, I have a leg in the oven I should check on, byes!

Why do people immigrate to the US if they just end up hating the culture/politics/society and want to blow it up?

Why not just travel, see what the fuck is out there and then decide where to live?

I seriously doubt that a person was forced to immigrate to another country, and it’s just especially stupid since so many people are literally dying to get in.

I’m sure there’s at least few Mexicans and Haitians and the entire continent of Africa that would love to be able to live in the states, so WTF with ruining their chances, just stay in your homeland.

I’ve also realized that brother bands like Hanson and Jonas Brothers are like pancakes.

The eldest brother is always funny/ugly looking, just like how the first pancake is always funny looking.

I seriously dunno what I did, one minute I was watching Stargate (it’s Kurt Russel month dontchaknow) and wanted to mute for a second, only mute means something completely different on this remote.  Like how “recall” makes the format change from widescreen to narrow to something stupid looking.

Damn fickle cablebox remote is fickle.

I am so annoyed right now with my laptop, for whatever ass reason last night the internal wireless on it just decided to fry itself.

I thought at first I could just roll back the driver, or to a previous System point but noooooo.

I reformatted the computer, which is another trial all on it’s own, but still the wireless doesn’t work after all that.

Oh and reformatting the comp, just as bad because then I had to spend forever uninstalling the ghetto factory programs (AOLwut?  NAPSTER!?)

I give the stupid thing blood and it gives me bile.

I’ll be back.

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Once I get a new wireless dohickey.