Room to Breathe

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Now this sounds like fun!

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Just read it….you’ll piss your pants and thank me.

Thanks google for making me a popular geek in the office. First off last week, I got a 6 digit icq number; I thought that was pretty cool. This week, I log into blogger, and see that google has offered me (randomly?) the chance to try out Gmail.

Everyone in my office with a blogger account logged in immediately; nothing. They are down-playing it, but I know they are jealous . Purely for the novelty I know.

Tonight I logged into Gmail, and see that I had “invitations”. I clicked on it, and it said that I had 2 left. I could send an invitation to 2 people, and give them the opportunity to try Gmail out too. Hmmm…..who to choose…

Perhaps I’ll think of a better email address just for myself! What? I can be selfish every once and awhile too!

I kinda have a bit of a buzz right now….we went out to celeberate our victory. We won 1st place in our Monday night league! We got a $20.00 gift certificate to National Sports, and a $25.00 gift certificate to Rankins Bar, where we sometimes go afterward to drink .

This has been a great week for volleyball. I had a tournament on Saturday in Mississauga (Toronto West Sport and Social Club), which we placed second in. I won a pair of boxers, and then at the dinner afterwards, a pair of socks as a door prize. This is great, since my team never wins, and I usually pay for the tournament, and come home with nothing. It felt kinda good!

This weekend I have 2 tournaments. I was asked to play in another tournament in Mississauga on Saturday, and a tournament for Dofasco on Sunday. Busy weekend! I am trying to get as much as I can in, since I will be left all summer with nothing, since I have no team for beach anymore .

My muscles are still soar 2 days later after my tournment, but I don’t mind. I would play 17 games everyday if i could!

Keep the noise low, she doesn’t wanna blow it.
She stripped from head to toe and then left him with his shoulder out.
Go get your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.
You don’t recover from a night like this.

Our victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to her zipper.
And a boy best in tourniquet sheets barely whispers,
“This is so messed up.”
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed, he’d headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life filled with lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low, he doesn’t wanna blow it.
He’s wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
Get the body on the bed like it’s flowered and he starts going down.

The people, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren’t too hard to settle.
Die young and save yourself.

They take all the taste out.
It used to be the reason that we’re even, now it’s choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

She hits the lights.
This doesn’t seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn’t feel so prepared.
She’s breathing quiet and smooth, he’s gasping for air.
“This is the first and last time”, he said.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He’s holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She’s moving way too fast
and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he touches is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her, but she’s probably only looking for…
(Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing old.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life full of lies and failing relationships.

He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The people, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren’t too hard to settle.

Die young and save yourself.
They take all the taste out.
It used to be the reason that we’re even,
now it’s choking me up.

Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing old.
The people, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren’t too hard to settle.
Die young and save yourself.
They take all the taste out.
It used to be the reason that we’re even,
now it’s choking me up.

Die young and save yourself.

- Brand New Deja Entendu

That’s right. Na-na-na-naaaaa…NA-NA-NA-NAAAAAAAAA…hey hey hey…GOOD BYE!

Maple Leafs in 7th heaven

You hear that Leafs?!? Don’t screw it up now! It’s 1:37 seconds left in the first period - Ottawa Sentaors VS Toronto Maple Leafs. The score is 2 nothing, and in game #7 I am full of anxiety.

I just got a call from a guy on my volleyball team. They asked me to play

THEY (the leafs) JUST SCORRED AGAIN!!! (ya I’m watching and typing - lol) 3 NOTHING LEAFS NOW!

so anyways…as I was saying…and was happily interupted (GO LEAFS GO!), this guy from my team called and asked me to play in a tournament on the weekend. Woohoo! This is what I need! Since my dreams of playing beach volleyball have been quashed, I need to start playing with others in order to build up my standings in the “volleyball community”. This will mean that I get asked to play more ofter (hopefully). Now I just need to prove myself this weekend!

GO LEAFS GO!

This wedding is going to be the death of me, or at least my friendship. On Friday I called my friend at lunch, as I often do, and she was busy searching for ideas on Stag & Doe tickets.

She kept complaining, as she always does, about not being able to find anything, and how she doesn’t want to do this. “I shouldn’t even have to do this!”, she says. So I asked, knowing exactly what her answer would be, “so who should?” She says, “you should.”

I got a little angry, and she should have heard it in my voice (probably not though - she’s so self-centred), and I said, “we’ll I offered, but you told me no.” She says, “we’ll that’s because you won’t do them the way I want them done.”

Of course I would. How could I print something that she didn’t approve of? That just doesn’t make sense, and it would be a complete waste of time!

I also asked her to type out all the addresses of the guests. Just put it in a text file, I would cut and paste and do the rest. This way we could put the guests into a database or something, and print out invitations, envelopes, know who is coming etc. She won’t do this. I didn’t think it was such a huge request since she would have to HAND WRITE them anyways. Numerous times! And I sure as hell don’t want to do that! This would save a lot of time. Fuck it. I should just make her a form to submit all the people, and have it save to a colon delimited file or something. That wouldn’t be hard, but she is just too stubborn! Too stubborn for her own good.

My volleyball team is in first place. Rather was in first place. We are second going into the play-offs now, which puts more pressure on us. But if we played like we did tonight, we’ll have no trouble.

The issue is that my friend, the bitch bride, is pissed that I went tonight; and that I will be occupied next Monday too. It’s these last 2 weeks that are the most important, and she is being a bitch saying that I have chosen volleyball over her.

They, the bride and one of the other brides maids, went to try on some more dresses tonight. Since we all (the wedding party) have no money, we are looking at cheaper alternatives. I am all for that, it’s just it’s not my fault she works afternoons and I work days. I can’t afford to take time off work, because there isn’t “an extra shift” for my to “pick up” like she can.

Secondly, I asked my boyfriend to come with me and watch, and he said, “not in a million years! Why would I ‘waste my time’ and go to something I don’t approve of.” I started crying at work. Waste your time? I am not worth an hour?

I enjoy volleyball, and I like being active. I need to do these things before I tie myself down with kids, and it’s a good way for me to escape after a day at work. Why can’t people understand that?

It’s the end of day 2 of this silly diet. I am proud to say - no cheating! We watched the hockey game (Go Leafs Go!), then Kill Bill tonight. There were chips and jelly beans….I didn’t eat any!

I was asked today again by my boyfriend “what was up with my blog?”. He said it’s like that Epiosode of Seinfeld when Sally (Kathy Griffin) takes everything that Jerry (Jerry Seinfeld) says and uses it in here comedy act, “Jerry Seinfeld- the Devil” (Episode #169 “The Cartoon” January 29, 1998).

I thought that was funny that he felt that way, so I had to post that too!