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March 16, 2004 -- 11:27 PM
posted by nobody knows my face

    The following quote hereto-forthwith shall be forever archived in the great halls of St. Patrick's Day fame:

    "Excuse me good sir, but I find that hat to be both pompous and smug, and if you should not be so kind as to remove it, I shall be forced to do so for you."

    At which point the hat was promptly removed and thrown to the ground.

    (Apparently green beer does wonders for killing inhibition.)

March 16, 2004 -- 9:51 PM
posted by Bothersome Shirriff/Bâzbag the

(a.k.a. Par)

    I know what you mean, Alison. Just when things seem crazy busy, things get worse.

    I was saying to Pam today, taking a page from the Book of Ed, that it would be great to wake up tomorrow and have it be Saturday. Then realizing that I would still have tonnes of work to do after Saturday. So I thought next Saturday. Then, after realizing there is no break coming up anytime soon, I figured the ideal time to wake up tomorrow would be May. Everything would be done and taken care of, I just wouldn't have to deal with everything between now and May.

    Unfortunately we can't. All we can do is buckle down and somehow survive the storm. It sucks, I know. If it was all easy, though, we wouldn't appreciate the struggle. And if decisions were easy to make, they wouldn't be worth making.

    All this is useless to you now, though. Just as writing this (instead of doing work) is useless to me. When you look back on this and read it though (an aside, for those of you who don't read the archives here, you notice interesting things about what we discuss and how things change in a short period of time when you do read them), hopefully you'll realize what you have made it through. And, if that doesn't help, I refer you to this piece of sage advice.

    And remember, "Parallel lines never meet, unless you bend one or both of them."

March 16, 2004 -- 8:44 PM
posted by anonymous

    i just needed to vent
    you can choose not to heed that previous message
    no hurt feelings from me

March 16, 2004 -- 8:43 PM
posted by Azurk the Cruel

    So, I seem to be entirely too pissed off right now...
    or something

    I feel like my hands are tied
    (and not in any sort of kinky way, just so you know)

    Or that I'm gagged and can't speak

    And all I can feel is the steam (like the cartoons) of anger venting from my ears
    well, frustration really

    My mom's in the hospital,
    I had no opportunity to go visit her
    I got home to no food for supper
    and no way to go get food.
    Our cheese was even moldy.
    I only have two weeks (less than, really) to get all my work done
    and some of my group members haven't lived up to their promises.
    no one's signing up to be members of our club's executive next year
    I have a summer job that I'm somewhat excited about, but more apprehensive
    and NO ONE'S APPLIED TO BE ECOS DIRECTOR
    which I was sure someone would and now I feel incredibly bad for not
    Should I apply? I was told I would get it. but should I?

    I feel like exploding in anger or crying
    one of the two, maybe both

    And I know that just putting this all behind me
    and waking up tomorrow is NOT going to solve anything
    Everything that's bothering me now will be there tomorrow
    although I can buy myself lunch and dinner tomorrow,
    so that's a step in the better direction
    but still, all the major problems that were eating at me
    will still be there
    gnawing away

    I don't have time, I never did, but now, I for sure don't
    and my family's expecting me to step up
    while my mom's incapacitated
    that'd be fine if it wasn't the end of the semester
    and i didn't have to get incredibly good marks on my finals and projects
    to pull through
    and if I didn't have the weight of an entire student group on my shoulders



    what the hell am i going to do?


    What can I do?


    I think I'll just curl up into the fetal position
    and wait for things to go on of their own accord

March 16, 2004 -- 4:28 PM
posted by alison

    can you legitimately bring your own food into a restarurant?

    I know Gayle won't object too much, but still... brownies in Chilis??

March 16, 2004 -- 12:09 AM
posted by eric

oh and thanks for answering the question.

March 15, 2004 -- 10:56 PM
posted by Par

    Recognizing the question from the floor:

    • jgaut@telusplanet.net

    • jemery.gauthier@teckcominco.com

    March 15, 2004 -- 10:47 PM
    posted by Par

    as hasn't used this box in a while

      I'll be around CAB from 11:00 - 12:00 and 1:00 - 2:00, I think, but it would be easier if you came to Chili's (hint, hint.)

      And now, to important matters. Life or death matters. Elvis matters...





      <Insert dramatic Elvis/Egypt related music here>

      Showtime is this Saturday, at 9:00 at the Metro Cinema. (Sure, we could go to any number of 8 shows between Thursday and Sunday, but I like Saturday at 9. Problems?)

      And, to go with such a colossal(?) event, some sage advice:
      If you stick a stock of liquor in your locker,
      It is slick to stick a lock upon your stock.
      Or some joker who is slicker,
      Will trick you of your liquor,
      If you fail to lock your liquor with a lock.

    March 15, 2004 -- 10:45 PM
    posted by eric

      oh right. um, LIME playing TUESDAY, MAR 16. at the POWERPLANT.
      wooooooooooooooo


      come and see Clarko's new sassy rock sensibilities- in fact one might even notice his nipples popping from his shirt, or as we in the industry refer to as "Peanut Smuggling". Cristina eat your heart out.

      by the way, still waiting on a response from the question from the floor. thanks :)

    March 15, 2004 -- 10:02 PM
    posted by P

    percy alone gets Loathsome Elf. Loathing is pretty bad.

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