new year... same me

gonna try to be a little bit more "me" this year... in that i am gonna try not to hide what i think of as "myself" because i'm not afraid of being judged for what i am and what i like.
with that said... i'm slowly negotiating my way around some new tattoos. planning on cover-ups and some brand spakin' new, shiney, and delicious ones

also. i probably mentioned somewhere recently that i located an lys in my vacinity and the excitement was so great i was going to burst. well... me and island girl took a drive down the country to visit said lys (see fig. 1)

fig. 1

i was not impressed. first of all... it was really dark and not very inviting. secondly. it was a hodge podge of everything you could never want. trust me.
they were supposed to have 100% wool there. after some serious searching and getting caught in spider webs and scared by the plastic dolls that are just a doll head on a stick... i found what i was looking for... which wasn't really at all what i was looking for at all... i almost cried. you can't make a kitty pi out of string.. i don't care if you can felt it! they only had the lightest weight of wool. forgive me for forgetting the name of it, (the name of the weight) it's been a drunken weekend and you know that what you try to learn when you're drinking doesn't sink in... but anyway. i got it... and i tried to work something with it. but i don't like it.
needless to say i will not *ever* be visiting the lys again. i'm sad. i want wool... *stomps feet in tantrum like behaviour*

in other news. i'm having panic attacks about applying to school. literal panic attacks.
my first set of applications have been received *phew* but i got an email today saying i have to send out a supplementary application... for both the programmes that i'm applying to. there's so much *freakin'* reading on what and when and where you're supposed to send that i'm going crazy.
i'm *very* afraid that they won't accept me. br must be getting annoyed with my sporadic nuts-o mood swings- i'm talkin' one minute, balling my eyes out the next.
they want a copy of my birth certificate now, but i don't know if they want it because they have my social security number (i'm part canadian, eh)... and then there's all this talk about extra papers that you *have* to send but if you don't send them (because you already sent them and you thought that you only had to send them once but nothing is telling you that you have to send them again so you're not going to) your s.o.l because they don't send out reminders to send them...
and the programme i want to get into only accepts 150 students per semester and i'm applying as mature and international (although i pay canadian fees and stuff... they have that stipulation thank jeebus) so hopefully i'll get in by default cuz unwittingly i fulfill two of those necessary catagories (we all know they're trying to maintain an equal opportunity status quo)...
and then i worry about br not getting into his school of choice and then what are we gonna do because he's no canadian in any way shape or form and long distance relationships are *not* an option...

sigh. so now i'm going to do the tag that i was tagged (five weird things about myself) with by chris but because i only know like one or two or three people who actually blog i won't be able to tag five people...

5 weird things about myself.

1. i'm slowly developing those kinds of neurotic tics that you only get from being neurotic but i'm not... irrational fears, panic attacks, anxiety, need for heavy sedatives. i've decided that if this keeps up (and by keeps up i mean continues to worsen... like a bad rash or something) then by the time i have children i'm going to be so severly over protective of them that i'm going to send them to school in foam padding with rubber pencils and a plastic bubble. fun, much?

2. i like animals more than i like people. my ex-boyfriend, lets just call him jack ass, used to ask me if i would pick my cats over him. of course i bold faced lied to him and said no i'd pick you, but i'd *totally* pick my cats over him. animals are so innocent of evil, except for the evil ones. we're here to protect them because they weren't given the gift of reason, which in some cases isn't even a gift at all.

3. i can never be on time... which is a real problem. it really aggrivates br to no end... he's always saying "every time i say i'm ready to go you find like ten other things to do..."... sorry br! you knew it when you met me, baby!

4. uh... i can sing and pay attention at the same time. it really annoys people a lot when i do this. because they feel like i'm not giving them my undivided attention, but i am, really...i am! now, if i'm watching tv and you're talking to me, rest assured that i'm not paying any attention to you because whatever you say will never be more important than what the tv is saying...

5. i live on an island but i don't like fish. okay. that's a little bit of a lie. i like certain types of fish like salmon, tuna, occasionally mahi mahi. i like shrimp, but it's gotta be deep fried and greasy, and covered with tarter sauce (mayo and relish... mmm) but anything else? please do not give me lobster, crab, shark, conch, scallops, cold shrimp, octopus, sea cucmber, etc. dis-gus-ting.

thank you, come again!