tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55670910955271515112011-07-08T05:54:08.209-04:00A social experiment of sorts. Really, for the purpose of a fourth year social science communications studies class, yet also to see how many people will actually stop and read the ramblings of an all too ordinary 20-something stranger.K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.comBlogger621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-85092894117680941992010-04-09T14:53:00.002-04:002010-04-09T14:59:22.147-04:00

Sponsor My Canada Life CN Tower Climb and support WWF-CanadaIn one week from now I will be preparing to haul my foodie butt up the world’s second largest freestanding structure. In case you’re wondering, that’s a whole 1,776 steps to the top, baby. “Why would you do such a foolish thing, at 7 AM in the morning on a Saturday, might I add?”, you may be asking yourself.On April 17th, I’ve decided to

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I used to have this book when I was a kid. Still do actually. I don’t know who gave it to me, or what age I was when I started contributing to it myself (a lot of the parental bookkeeping of cutesy keepsakes fell through when my parents got divorced, and I took up the slack)…anyway, I digress. It was a book that had one page per school grade, with a space for that year’s school photo, a few lines

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So like all good, proud Canadians, I've been watching the first 6 days of the 2010 Vancouver Olympic games with my eyes glued to the screen, baited breath, rapid pulse, and heart glowing with pride. I've surprised myself. As of Friday afternoon, I answered with a resounding "no" to Sympatico.ca's poll, "will you be following the Olympic games this coming week?". And I believed it.You see, my

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Well it's day 10 of the new year, and I've realized I haven't set any New Years Resolutions yet - well, offically that is. How are yours doing? Did you have a left over cookie from Christmas and totally give up on your plan of a healthy diet? Or miss a workout, give in to a cigarette, and tell yourself your whole plan is ruined?The nature of a new year's resolution is destructive in itself - when

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It's that time of year again! And what a wonderful time it is - that is, if you have the time to stop and smell the holly and the ivy.Last year was my very first official working world Christmas, and boy did it fly by. Being in school and having the majority of December off for the past 16 years did nothing for my ability to really stop and enjoy the season. Last year came and went like a drop in

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Do you think contests in Quebec are open to all Canadian citizens, excluding the Province of Quebec? Or does all contest small print read "Open to all Canadian citizens, excluding those outside of the Province of Quebec"?While we don't have Language Police, cancelled historical re-enactments, or the refusal of service in stores if English is not spoken - we can hold a grudge too. Guess you won't

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Facebook Status: Karen just saw a very sad story on the news of the veteran who was largely ignored this year while selling poppies. I am very thankful for their sacrifices and my freedom; we should all take the time to remember and to show our support for our veteransRichardOn the beach in Santa Monica, the US Armed Forces had planted 4, 000 + crosses in remembrance of Operation Get Oil And

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Every year I seem to write the same post in and around Remembrance Day. Last year I lamented at the number of people, or lack of, who I witnessed wearing poppies in and around the city. This year, I lamented not only a lack of poppies being worn, but a lack of veterans. In fact, I have not yet seen one veteran or even one box of poppies at a single store, street corner, or subway station as I

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-55570552861452231132009-10-29T18:21:00.003-04:002009-10-29T18:41:53.384-04:00

With the economy still in the pits (whether realistically or simply in the minds of the employers and their terrified minions, it's hard to tell), and the H1N1 flu scare ramping up, sometimes the irony of the situtation in the workplace gets to the point where it's so glaringly obvious, I have to fight the urge to say "Really??? Does no one see the irony here?!"Take for example my lovely

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-1407053069075993902009-10-21T19:02:00.004-04:002009-12-07T22:04:03.387-05:00

Tim Horton's may be Canadian's favourite joint on the block, but I fear a little bit of that American ownership rubbed off on us customers, unbeknownest to us. I visit the local Timmy's for my pre-work morning coffee nearly every morning of the week, like a good little Canadian, and I've recently noted a disturbing trend - simply put, Timmy's etiquette at my local has gone down the tube.Take,

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This morning as I was waiting for the good ol' 53 bus to take me to work, I scanned the front page of the Toronto Sun, as I usually do from its bright red box on the street corner. This morning's page displayed a picture of a gridlocked Toronto street with the headline "Car Free Day?". As I considered the irony of the situation, I began to think of the consequences of a car free day, if it was

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I can't believe it's been a year since the Sunrise Propane explosion in Toronto last year. I remember it like it was yesterday. I can honestly say I didn't experience half of what some of those did who lived in the neighbourhood where it took place, but yet it deeply affects me still.I live about 20 minutes northeast of the site, and I remember the night it took place - we were outside wrapping

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Tomorrow marks the one year anniversary of my working at my current position. Looking back now, I remember this time last year still reaking of suntan lotion and mojitos from my trip to Cuba. I remember getting a call in regards to my resume just days after beginning to look for my first job right outta the old Alma Matter. It was supposed to be a part-time only deal, which gave me more than

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A day later, I am still greatly saddened and distressed upon hearing the news of the death of one of my favourite radio personalities, Martin Streek.Martin Streek Dead at 45Martin was a radio personality on 102.1 The Edge in Toronto up until May 2009, when he was very surprisingly laid off. Embarrassingly enough, I didn't notice his absence since I've basically stopped listening to the radio

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If there's one single bad attribute in a person that I absolutely cannot tolerate, it's hypocrisy. And within that broader category, the tendency to "forget" certain events/one's behaviors in the past for what's convenient at present. Every year around the time of my birthday, (this is how I know I'm getting old), I reflect on the past year through the people that I've spent it with, the good

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If I never hear the words "Swine" or "Flu" again, it will be too soon. In the span of only a few days, the story has gone from backpage news page next to the picture of a kitty playing with a rabbit, to the front page of every newspaper, in every overheard conversation, and composes about 95% of news media content. Media sensationalism is not a new thing by any means; however, this is simply

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-72665216818727063192009-04-15T20:47:00.002-04:002009-04-15T20:53:41.725-04:00

I was ironing a dress for a semi-formal I have on friday night, and got caught up in watching the latest episode of the Tudors. I guess in that 10 - 15 seconds, the iron developed and hot spot, and next thing I know, there is a singed circle about an inch in diameter smack dab in the centre of the skirt. I immediately think *SHIT..CTRL+Z..UNDO!For that fraction of a second, I found myself

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It's not even Monday yet and there are only 4 days left till the weekend! Thank you Jesus (literally!) for your sacrifice. Oh man, I'm going to hell. Yep.

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So among my many random theories, I've brought to life one that's sort of been milling around on the backburner of my mind ever since I got a credit card at 18, and particularly since I started having regular bills knocking at my virtual front door since the beginning of the year. I've never had a problem paying bills, unlike most people. Not that I look forward to them, but at the same time, I

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-76463512603161487462009-04-01T22:38:00.005-04:002009-04-01T22:58:49.651-04:00

My stomach is in knots right now - I just budgeted my England/Scotland/Wales trip and it's going to cost me about $3000 buckeroonies. Being someone who's barely ever had more than a grand at one time in her bank account (and oh what a momentous day that was), this is gonna be a hard 5 months ahead.It feels so weird having to live on a budget. I've had at least one job at all times since I was

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-27728098993016654602009-03-29T12:24:00.007-04:002009-03-29T12:39:19.631-04:00

For all those who said Earth Hour doesn't make a difference: Seeing is believing, and these pictures from downtown Toronto, before and during, prove it!The differences between these shots is simply astounding. I am extremely proud to live in the City of Toronto and see so much concerted effort and action towards a cause that affects everyone all over the world. Check out http://

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Wow, I cannot believe it's already been a year since Earth Hour 2008! I remember hearing about it way back in October 2007, and having everyone look at me like I had two heads when I tried to explain the concept to them. This year, market research is showing that 75% of Canadians are planning to take part! That's AMAZING.I've only been awake for an hour, but already the Interweb is buzzing

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-40853412512570870312009-03-26T18:06:00.002-04:002009-03-26T18:19:14.061-04:00

Well, this is my first march in years (4 to be exact, 8 if counting high school) that I haven't been ripping my hair out between work and finals at school. Everyone who graduated before me, and those who heard through the grapevine, promised me a splendiferious working life of coming home and having no homework/readings/papers/studying/etc. etc. to deal with. Ok, so it is pretty sweet - in

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Wow it's been a long time. I came to check up on my old dedication and saw that over 1000 people have viewed it. For a site I created as a class requirement that I put little to no faith in, not too shabby!A year later I've learned quite a bit about the world of virtually anonymous Internet publishing and user-created content. The major discovery being that many people will pass by, very few

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-87081237182770105192008-08-18T20:46:00.003-04:002008-08-18T20:51:00.483-04:00

You may be revisiting an old issue today as you try to find a workable balance between your individual needs and those of your friends and associates. If you are involved in a project with others, it could be challenging to function as part of the team without becoming less effective. Instead of worrying about your productivity now, just do what you can to fit in with the group.Once again, my

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"Although you may imagine a time when you have a lot more freedom than you do now, these aspirations may be rather disconnected from your present circumstances. Fortunately, your current responsibilities could give you the latitude to express yourself in creative ways as long as your productivity doesn't falter. Be patient; if you do your job well, increased freedom may follow."While I believe in

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Lips speak words. They can be good words, hurting words, aching words, words of passion, words of hate. Damn lips and their ability to pierce the soul. I wish to hear words from lips that never come. In fact, I can see them there, invisible to the eye but blaring to the heart. They sit on your lips, inside, dying to be uttered. Or perhaps it’s just my imagination with a thousands thoughts

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-50971164166724384502008-05-28T22:28:00.002-04:002008-05-28T22:55:14.583-04:00

The world of Pharmacy 1 that is. I hope I didn't scare y'all, but since I've neglected my posting duties for nearly 2 months I figured a semi-shocking come back was in order.Yes, the store is finally closing and this supervisor is as close to mental and physical exhastion as possible, literally dragging myself to work and back everyday. A dangerous equasion I have discovered first hand:Lack of

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It's the most wonderful time of the year! - in my humble opinion (I could type IMHO, but considering it took me months to finally figure out what the hell that meant, I'll spare the ignorant the trouble), next to Christmas, of course. Don't agree? Here's my list of why spring is the (second!) best time of the year (try and deny these babies):University is finishing up - all that's left is

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-45392283891327001002008-03-23T20:07:00.003-04:002008-03-23T20:13:40.068-04:00

Since I'm bollox deep in essays and haven't slept in something over 30 hours at this point, I'm merely going to share something someone wrote and totally appropriate it as my own. Happy Easter! Easter this year is: Sunday March 23, 2008 As you may know, Easter is always the 1st Sunday after the 1st full moon after the Spring Equinox (which is March 20). This dating of Easter is

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Never was there said a truer word. Erin Go Bragh! Happy St. Patrick's Day!

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-40031217541067554612008-03-15T14:51:00.002-04:002008-03-15T14:54:27.211-04:00

I came across this in my travels today and I simply had to share. Any Torontonian will definitely get a kick out of this, in that "it's-funny-'cause-it's-true" kinda way:Torontonian noun.1. A person who resides in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.2. A gracious and tolerant sort of guy or gal who listens with Herculean patience and nothing but a sad sigh now and then as every ill-educated

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Today my MP3 player played its last song. It passed into technological oblivion at approximately 4:30 pm EST when it refused to move from the welcome screen into the main menu, and is now caught in an eternal cycle of flashing "SanDisk" and "Goodbye" - this is what MP3 player's hell must look like.I have decided that after many years of flash-based players and little to no space (two years ago

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-50685642521659378042008-03-08T15:50:00.002-05:002008-03-08T15:58:47.752-05:00

I found that a lot of my posts lately have been drawing back to the topic of weather. But with the winter we've had here in Toronto, do you blame me? One thing I can't help but commenting on is the way people in the city, regardless of age, gender, race, or any other difference you can think of, collectively act during winter storms and bad weather.I was actually excited for this winter storm

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-25219971590342907522008-02-28T13:18:00.002-05:002008-02-28T13:24:50.726-05:00

So it's officially one month until the world turns off its lights for 1 hour in awareness for energy consumption and global warming. I first heard about this amazing event in December. Last year, Sydney Australia turned off all unnecessary lighting and appliances (homes, office buildings, commercial buildings, billboards, etc.) for one hour. The energy and carbon emissions saved from that one

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-79345716416000412172008-02-21T23:07:00.002-05:002008-02-21T23:20:01.294-05:00

I was walking home from work and realized the night sky was overwhelmingly beautiful. Last night's clear skies made for a perfect view of the lunar eclipse, and tonight the full moon shone brighter than I think I've ever seen it, encompassed on each side by Saturn and the brightest star in the Leo constellation.As I was walking, I realized that in winter, the clearest most beautiful nights are

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-61241717478144693312008-02-20T15:53:00.004-05:002008-02-20T16:27:33.295-05:00

Sometimes I see things happening in this city that I really can't even begin to understand. The recent snow removal initiatives that the City of Toronto are attempting to implement after several major winter storms are quite possibly the most poorly thought through initiatives I have ever seen.Yesterday I was on my way home from school on the 60 bus that runs along Steeles West from the

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-81143213147365897082008-02-17T15:10:00.004-05:002008-02-17T15:35:13.500-05:00

You know it's love when a wireless internet router is your Valentine's Day gift, and it's one of the most thoughtful Valentine's gifts you've ever recieved.In other news, I've been pondering a heated dilemma that's been plaguing humankind for as long as humans have existed. I believe I have come up with a draw between forces. It's possibly the greatest inovation since Hot Pockets - Humans version

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-67286898506490881652008-02-11T00:59:00.000-05:002008-02-11T01:39:53.757-05:00

"[In the 1950's] daughters were instilled with different fears from those visited upon their male siblings. Occasional rhetoric condemned tomboys, but the real anxeity was not loss of sexual identity but loss of sexual control. Society put the burden of sexual purity on the female. Boys were expected to initiate, and the girl was suppose to decide what was appropriate. The boys were suppose to

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For York students, such as myself, tomorrow kicks of the annual week of reading, AKA Reading Week. While many students with more money than brains decide to spend the week flouncing around tropical climates whilst beating their organs relentlessly with alcohol and substances, others actually take the time off to (gasp!) catch up on their readings and quell the anxiety attacks lurking in the

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-25747452228475872592008-02-04T10:48:00.000-05:002008-02-04T11:11:02.092-05:00

People who know me and know me well are aware that I'm an incredibly firm believer in a higher power and the human subconscious' ability to stay closely connected to that power at all times, regardless of our conscious knowledge of this connection. I believe in fate and reincarnation, and that this life each and everyone of us is living has been planned out to the last detail and that there are

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-50295592384406524962008-02-01T12:43:00.000-05:002008-02-01T12:51:31.284-05:00

I don't mean to scare you, but I believe the apocalypse may be upon us: York University has canceled today's classes, and all is likely to crumble with it. In my four years of attending York, and through many a terrible storm, York has often been the only school (and often institution in general) to keep its doors open and classes running in a hundred mile radias. I am actually afraid to even

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-79835791870281911892008-01-30T23:48:00.000-05:002008-01-31T00:17:40.897-05:00

I've really gotten into this blogging thing since I started a few months back. It's incredibly liberating to be able to say what I think and feel and not have a scary face in front of mine with an even scarier brain hiding behind that; one of which is going over my words and churning out reactions that I can't possibly know or hear. A blog is one big blank non-judgmental canvas that allows me

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-12027443818077777122008-01-25T19:00:00.000-05:002008-01-25T19:18:44.893-05:00

I'm already irritated enough just turning on my computer today. It's taken well over 10 minutes to get to this page due to the "does-not-compute" ness of my five-year-old computer. And that virus program update that starts up automatically in the "background" so as not to disturb user functions bungs up my computer for about 5 extra minutes so every small click of the mouse is equivalent to an

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-7462020233380576762008-01-22T18:21:00.000-05:002008-01-22T18:49:22.822-05:00

I was shocked, and sadly not-so-shocked a few moments ago when I turned on my computer and logged on to my daily guilty pleasure, pinkisthenewblog.com. The headline for today's post read "No Joke, Heath Ledger is Dead!". At only 28 years old, yet another young and talented celebrity has taken his own life. What is most sad is what I find in myself - the shock and disbelief lingers no longer

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-67005997146866635532008-01-21T13:14:00.000-05:002008-01-21T14:31:39.357-05:00

It's a pretty simple equation in my mind, apparently more complex in other's. I've never really been able to wrap my head around it - when you go to a bar, the person behind the bar being paid to serve you takes your order, takes 2.7 seconds to crack a bottle or pour liquid into a glass, charges you an astronomical amount for what you're getting, and then on top of that, expects you to give him/

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-20345655624480528852008-01-16T18:44:00.000-05:002008-01-29T13:38:41.199-05:00

York University has been in the news a lot since the summer, many detailing seperate incidents of harrassment and assault. The details of each incident have been kept deliberately vauge, understandably so to protect the identity of the victims. Many are quick to blame York's security team for the crimes occuring on campus. However, many are unaware that this year alone York has spent over 3

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-35834985041768655702008-01-13T19:29:00.000-05:002008-01-13T19:39:42.373-05:00

Two weeks into the new year, the year of my university graduation, and I'm shitting bricks. You know what question I damned sick of? "So, what are you doing when you're done university?" I dunno, what are YOU doing with the rest of your life? Actually, don't answer that, 'cause I need to hear your solid future plans like I need a hole in the head.I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-8262501336028400392008-01-08T18:23:00.000-05:002008-01-08T18:51:59.054-05:00

I'm surprisingly chipper and alert after nine hours straight of class, my usually Tuesday schedule, but it may be due to my new commitment to stay healthy, take my supplements, and eat foods generally fresh and unpackaged. So this is what feeling good feels like...in all honesty it probably won't last. Feeling good is exhausting.We discussed where we are in our portfolio today in my 4304 class,

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In case you were wondering how I fared since my last post on the dreadful day before my first class of the semester, (and I know you all were holding your breath in painful anticipation,) I totally rocked out with my cock out, and if I had a cock to rock, I totally would. You know when there's a small group of people, everyone kinda chills amongst each other and gets along. There's no real

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As of midnight tonight, it will have been offically 31 days since my last stint in a classroom at York University. 31 glorious days of relaxing, playing video games, eating wayyy too much food and generally being unproductive (minus my few short shifts at work, of course). I woke up this morning (I can honestly say morning, 11:57 am to be exact), and had this strange tingly weight in my chest. I

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So here we are, the first day of 2008. It sure doesn't feel any different than yesterday. The way people make such a big deal out of the new year (although admittedly I'm more a part of the problem than solution), you'd think that you'll wake up in the morning (i.e. mid-afternoon and hungover), and all the sudden you're life is completely different than the night before. Like the year I turned

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-38635066441961968262007-12-30T12:35:00.000-05:002007-12-30T12:55:28.344-05:00

Well, it's that time of year again. Out with the old, in with the new. It's hard to believe last year at this time I was doing the same thing - sitting at my computer, blogging about the past 12 months of my life. It's funny how days, weeks, and months can seem like forever when we're actually living them. For example, the 5 months Justin was away in Whistler seemed like an eternity. I didn't

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-59713689973220532342007-12-28T01:09:00.000-05:002007-12-28T01:12:43.097-05:00

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit and the vermin of the world inhabit it and its morals aren't worth what a pin can spit and it goes by the name of London. At the top of the hole sit the previlaged few Making mock of the vermin in the lonely zoo turning beauty to filth and greed... I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders, for the cruelty of men is as wonderous as Peru

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-73705053982618078322007-12-26T18:42:00.000-05:002007-12-26T19:33:52.864-05:00

Other than the blackmark I've already discussed, Christmas went great this year. I did a lot of fun christmasy things with friends, had my family come down for dinner (as extremely disfunctional as they are - so disfunctional I feel uncomfortable discribing them over the Internet for fear of seriously offending someone), and went to Church. No seriously. One of my favourite parts about

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-82918133318986423012007-12-25T13:57:00.001-05:002007-12-25T14:07:33.801-05:00

I often experience things on a semi-regular basis that make me loose a little more faith in humanity each time, yet I experienced something last night that truly takes the cake. Before leaving for Christmas Eve mass, I had my purse, wallet, digital camera and cell phone stolen from my boyfriend's house. I had left it on the table on the foyer while I took off my coat and put his present under

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-21769120259944836252007-12-23T19:07:00.000-05:002007-12-23T19:53:09.994-05:00

It's only taken a week, but I've come to the conclusion that it is near impossible to post every day. Unless I give up a little sleep each day, and if you know me, you know there's also a snowball's chance in hell that that's gonna happen. Speaking of a snowball's chances, the only thing that got me through last week's huge snowstorm and the hours of back-breaking snowshovelling was the guarantee

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-24327040284221563622007-12-21T12:28:00.000-05:002007-12-23T19:54:14.311-05:00

Ok, so not even a full week into my blog's creation and I've already failed to maintain my goal of at least one post a day. Boo. I guess this is going to be harder than I thought, especially since this I'm not even in school at the moment. But I suppose my excuse is semi-valid, since it 's growing ever-nearer to Christmas day and I've been out doing lots of fun holiday things.Yesterday I finally

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-63011112090571808782007-12-19T00:09:00.001-05:002007-12-19T00:31:23.845-05:00

So i just got back from Wegz (the sports stadium bar @ Rutherford and Creditstone) where I got into some drinking and gambling. Neither heavy, since after christmas shopping I can not afford either. I was supposed to go with John on Saturday, but a combination of that crazy snow storm and me being sick as a dog got in the way and called for a rain check. I don't gamble very often, and when I do I

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-77051603334382949282007-12-18T13:36:00.000-05:002007-12-18T14:10:42.373-05:00

Technorati ProfileSo I set up my blog with a blog finder. Technorati allows you to include your blog in a searchable database, adding tags so people can search blogs with certain themes or common interests.My blog currently sits at the 8, 911,336th rank. Whatever that means....but I somehow don't think that's good.

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-1703536398103184912007-12-17T22:52:00.000-05:002007-12-17T23:41:59.999-05:00

So after one post, I've gotten my first bit of feedback. WooT! Mind you, it was from a close friend who I basically posted the link to and said "hey, read this, NOW". Forced reading doesn't count....or does it? I think if I stick to my goal of posting everyday from now until the end of the semester next year, and I'll just see where things take me and go with the flow. The plan is no plan. Nice.

K-Rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563106277587221771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567091095527151511.post-66506613002655418172007-12-17T00:13:00.000-05:002007-12-23T19:54:46.153-05:00

So this is it. Post uno. The beginning of my little experiment.So let me warn you first and foremost. I'm your ordinary, run-of-the-mill 20-something student from Toronto. Although some (definitely not many), would argue otherwise, I'm nothing special. In fact, I'm probably less ordinary than most, but in a negative way - due to the fact that I don't do much. I have no special talents, nor

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