So much for my plans today.

I woke up to late to go for a jog, didn't make pancakes because when I woke up it was about time for lunch, and literally, all I've done for homework is open my book.

I am VERY addicted to this retarded freebie javascript game on Yahoo!. Yahoo towers. I've been playing that since lunch. And now it's two thirty...and I swear I have ESP.

There was this one time when my cousin was here and I had just woken up..she was phoning my cellphone, which was on silent.

[Since I'd "rented" my phone to my brother the earlier couple of months, his girlfriend was phoning him up at the ODDEST times. Hence the silent phone.]

That morning, still in bed I reach over for the phone to find that she was calling me. ESP?

When I was in high school, business associates of my father occasionally gave him tickets to see the Canucks at Pacific Coliseum, and later on, a couple for GM Place. Unfortunately, that business was no more a couple years ago...no more free tickets.

And these weren't bad seats, either. Ninth or tenth row, you can wave to the players if you wanted to..

I was just thinking this morning how I missed going to hockey games.

And then my father gets tickets. (ESP?)Bad for me, he only gets two. Which means it's a father and son thing.

SAME THING happens with the cellphone, this time with my father.. and I wander over to the phone around two thirty, surprised to see it flashing on silent.

I got ESP.

Anyways. It happens that he can't go so I'm going...and the Detroit Red Wings too!!!!! I SO loved that team about three years ago.

Which means ALL of the plans that I have for today are a little skewed.

Good and bad, I guess.

I'm really lacking motivation right now. Don't know what happened. The only thing that seems to be pushing me on is the accounting course that I'm taking where the instructor is really fun. Like I WANT to do accounting.

That is wierd.

Other than that, the programming course seems very ..technical, and the math course, i feel like I could slack off and still get a decent mark.

So there's no real motivation.

Plus there's the fact that there's no constraints on my time. Basically, I have EVERY HOUR, of EVERY day until the next week (next class) to do work.

I'm such a lazy ass.

I want to be on the newlywed game.

Or is it defunct now?

It's now twelve thirty-three. Canucks lost 4-2 to the Detroit Red Wings. We've been losing to them for about five years. Three years ago, they were my FAVOURITE team....probably longer. As I was explaining to my brother over the game in my wonderful Chinglish, "The last time I watched a lot of hockey was when the Russian 5 still existed. Long time ago."

We lost. There was a reason why I loved the Red Wings.

Ah well. At least we were losing to another one of my favourite hockey teams. It was really cool to be sitting in that stadium again. Memories, ah memories.

I reminisced about that one time when Jeff Brown had just gotten traded because he was in my opinion, being a bitch. So when the Canucks were playing his [new] team, I was calling and evil eyeing and everything up until he just looked up, looked me square in the eye and gave me the scariest look ever. *shudder*

Scary man. That guy has scary ass eyes.

My bitch brother had to go pick up his wierd girlfriend from her work after the game.

Man -- this girl has some serious issues. She's like some woman of mystery or some shit. NONE of the family has met her.. they've been going out for like...eight months or something. . . yet my brother has been seen chaffeuring her and her parents around town. I don't get it...oh, let's not forget that my grandmother DID see her..in my brothers' car, in front of our house one day when she dropped by...yet when she came back out to go home, this wierdo girl had turned her face down, and combed all her hair over her face. For a rather lengthy amount of time while my grandmother walked away in wonderment.

Now we come to today. HELLO!!! We were supposed to be PICKING HER UP from work...dropping me off at home. It didn't quite go as smoothly as that though. Originatlly even, I wanted to go straight home...but this chick ends up wooing my brother into picking her up first. OKAY. So we go to do that...she's not in the arranged meeting spot. My brother has to go in to her work to literally pick her up.

She ends up holding him up in there for fifteen minutes while I'm waiting in the car. I have to PHONE him to get them out of there. Even then, it takes like five more minutes. Okay. Good. I hear the rear car door open, and I turn around to greet her.. "Hi," she mumbles.

I turn...and pause. Girlie had a scarf completely wrapped around her head so that I could only see her eyes.

Umm...okay. What's this chick's problem??! The family (like EVERYONE's who's witnessed this girl...or heard of her have come down to no explanations....she's just fucking wierd.

*sigh*

I was watching this Chinese drama series after I got home and fumed to my mother about this wierd girl sitting behind me all the way home. The series is called "Healing Hands", or "Yi Shou Ren Xin" in mandarin. It's like a Chinese ER, I guess. And a lot of depth and pearls of wisedom.

My mother has been renting this series on tape since it's so popular, and fairly new, as they're still writing and filming it in HK. There was this one scene which had me smiling and thinking a bit.

They're all having a discussion about opium, and this one female doctor relates it to love:

"It IS quite like an addiction to opium. You grow to depend on it, nurture it, ..and it controls you, the victim of the addiction."

And a male doctor retorts, "Actually the drug is the victim. You can leave at any time you wish."

The difference between the genders?

I'm still a little shakey about things. I don't cry all night or get too upset. But I fear that I won't trust as much .. or that I simply will not know anymore.

I find myself thinking again, what is love?

What's your favourite soft drink?

Well, that was the original question. Johndoe.com has been engaged in a very interesting little email relay over it.

Myself, if I had to be drinking a soft drink it would be Barq's. Mug's is okay but it's not sweet enough...and if not root beer then some SoBe, or cranberry cocktail. Num.

But of course, I'm Canadian and nice icicles are actually VERY tasty. :}

I also remembered this one instance at SFU when I had a psych test, psych presentation and sociology paper due all in the same day, and I'd pulled an all nighter and then before class, downed some three bottles of jolt. My memory was of running around all morning and then bumping into a friend who was also taking psych and explaining my story to her, and my professor eavesdropping and slowly shaking his head behind her.

I must have been going a mile a minute.

Yeeeaaah. John from cockybastard.com wrote back! Ever heard of that nineties tragedy called "S.T.U.D.S."? I think they had little chips or pins or something to tack on to your shirt as points. Ah well. They cockybastard was on it, way back when, and I swear I know I watched it, way back when..and in my young little mind thinking, "hot-diggity-damn, he's smokin' hot. hot hot hot." (fer sure.) Anyways. Go chek him out. smokin' site with a lot of nitty grittys...he's also a part of realhouse.com.

..With the birth of a cyncam at cyn's new journal, I really think I need to do a major uphaul here. I don't even have any pictures. Not that I'm soley doing this for attention and viewership, but let's face it.... all you journalists out there. You post things for a reason right? And don't say for yourself because otherwise you wouldn't be going online.

I need to market my site. I LIKE getting responses. I crave attention. And I also want to have a functional, eye-pleasing, journal. In culinary school we learned to eat with our eyes first. And so, I need this site to look relatively tantalizing.

This is one long entry. ...staying up late and talking to Izzy.. posting and writing emails. I guess I'll be waking up tomorrow sometime near noon?

Pit-i-ful.