hmm

and by cartilage you mean not ligements, and by flipped up under my knee cap you mean... thats gross

so i managed to luck into an appointment with a surgeon today... thats 24 hours after my initial assesment. 24 hours...versus 6-8 months. sweet eh?

but then bruising mean ligements says Naiomi (the PT) gahh. but locking and resticted movement means cartilege which means an earler surgery date. huzzah.

well life is lifeing, im in toronto for medical work. danielle wants to go home this weekend, so i need to find a way to deal with the cat (my little cocoa poo) i may ask the boss to bring her to tornto for me. we will have to see though. what the doctor oders (imagine if he had an MRI spot open this weekend, and surgery spot open next tuesday. Heaven ness/pas?

anyway
thats all i got.night

new news bad news news

so popi built me a shed. its beautiful.

the silverfish are back. i hate them with all my heart. there is one right now peeking in through the window at me.

i got a job offer from one of my professors. sweet. i have to put together a profolio and get back to him.

my big brother was cut. weep. im so upset, even though i know he isn't. well not that he isn't, he's made it, now its just time to learn, mature, grow and all that. but i still wanted him to play this year. BC lions are on my booing list along with knee specialists, knee injuries, sore knees, swollen knees, and silverfish. (although unlike everyone else on my booing list, the bc lions may be forgiven one day.

Prhyme just contacted me, and they finished the video. thats right im in a music video (shot in 2003...finishing in 2005...thats african time for you ;)

im ready to jump, this knee bull is really getting me down. i hope im never in a major accident that prevents me from using my body how i want too, i don't think i will make it.

crazy women, downstairs, doesn't like me, which is nice, she like d though so luckily we get all the benifits of her craziness but i never have to talk to her.

finally my little brother gave me a huge goodbye today. that was nice.

oki going to play with Adobe...thats hot

positive spin

hcokay, so i vas valking doon de streets, yuh; vhen i sees thees so sexy valking stick in the store vindow. and hi says to me self, zat eez so sexy. but as hi am not poorchasing thee sings zat i ham no needing zees sings like that have no uze to me, so hi ham having brilliant lightbulb. hi am busting my knee up so i can poorchase thees soo sexy valking cane. yah. that is, like hot.

so now i have uze for this soo sexy walking stick, and an hoppointment vith ze specialist zometime hoo i donno soon...i hope.

the rugby gods must be crazy

Jack says post, so fine.
they hate me
they think that im trying to ruiin a beautiful thing
well oden, you keep yourself hidden in the yew tree, and zeus you better not show your face outside olympus, and good ness gracious, if any of the other gods show themselves within two feet or a rugby pitch ill give them what for with my cane., fuck yea!!!

so the spleen is happy
the wrist is happy
the lungs are happy
the team was happy
and i was soooooo happy

and then
that jerkly number 2 from Chatham had to challenge me to a race. GAAAh

and one open field tackle later my MCL is busted.

fuck!

so now the spleen is happy
and the wrist is still happy
the lungs are laughing
and the team is crying
and i think im going to loose it!!

blast.

talking

okay im going home, team bonding happens saturday, but im going for some family bonding. probably some movies and some tackling.

i went for a run yesterday. tummy feels good. lungs not so much. more like needles in my pick tissue. they aren't very healthy. but we will work on it. i have a cramp in my hamstring. i think its from riding, and im light headed. but life is getting there. ive been going to practice. though not to practice. jsut to watch. its better than not being there. i guess. i need therapy for my wrist. it isn't healthy. i wonder when ill start going. soon i hope.

Belinda, you are lovely. but i think there is some crazy things in the world of politics. and love doesn't conquer politics...all but.

blah blah blah

funny story

okay, i dunno how many of you experienced the storm the other day, but those around here know it was a times a doozy. So anyway, lovely new home has a crack somewhere that the wind can pass through. but apparently it is cracked in such a way that when the wind passes through, it makes a noise of a some what musical sort of quality. well im sure it fits someones standards of musical. to me it sounded more on part with a small child bring murdered. so as the storm wailed one this petrafying high pitched shriek wailed on as well.

cocoa was not amused.

life at said moment

said that there was some excuse for moving so slow. i think there is a singular excuse...lazy heart. anyway. no rugby makes me a sad baby. and no writing makes me a sad baby. and no reading makes me a sad baby. and no shelving also makes me sad, as does the lack of energy and lack of unpacking. and so does the kitten who won't get off my back. sleeping is not good... well yea it is, but Im not doing it right, and the ants haven't shown hide nor hairy little leg in two days. i hope they are gone for ggood.

i want to make new shelves for my home.
or on second thought, i want to commission le petit frere to make shelves for the new home.
on third thought.. no i like the second thought just fine.

okay off to ethok

sick

erm.

eh hem. *cough, cough*
the man next door has an alarm, i suppose it is to tell him something, but it went off for four hours today. not just all none stop though. it would go and stop like someone was hitting snooze. Who hits the snooze for four hours? if it was me, id just turn it off, or unplug it, or throw it out the window, but not hit snooze for hours on end.

anyway, the system is infect with something.

Yeah i am not going to be homeless

It was close, but the vote is in and Curry is signed!!!
im going to be michelles neighbor living at 209 curry yeah!!!
and the place is like $200 cheeper than Joes place, yeah!!!!
and i won't have to yell at joe for being a dick anymore, yeah!!


so dani's car tried to commit suicide, luckily it wasn't very sucessful, she's in therapy

wish id made friends with the stupid boys downstairs sooner, they are still stupid, but at least SUV boy is nice (and maybe a little less stupid than the others). He helped stop danis car from going over the edge...well actually he just opened a valve i couldn't open cause of this stupid srpained wrist.

cocoa likes going for walks, but d is a little crazy about letting her out... i think she is an over protective step-mummy.

work>.,.

okay...im procrastinating again.

burnt out

talk about it...

i am feeling these april blues. but i saw today the magnolias are getting ready to burst (huzzah). so i read at this concert a few nights ago, i was like, the between sets entertainment... only problem was it was a white-punk-rock-metal concert and most of my work speaks to a black-rap-enpowerment-anti-white establishment audience..so i felt a bit alienating...but the audience received it well.

it was pretty intense cause i couldn't hear myself (being both deaf from the music and having speaker infront of me and not behind me) and i couldn't see too well, but non the less it was exciting work.

i think that im going to start reading to the world on a regular basis.

maybe if we move into a place with a balcony i will do performances from my balcony. ooo that would be fun.

okay so i have to write a paper, but i just made a comment on one of my classnotes boards to which a rebuttle post as added "Maryszka, your post was as eloquent as you are beautiful" so i figure i don't need to write the paper, with a fan base like that.

also Chuck (well charles, apparently he doesn't like chuck...but i think chuck is the best way to call a charles but anyway) want's lunch...so does Dom.... i should start taking up these lunch, which would be cool if...well lets not get personal but there is involved conversations that should be had.

so shadow quite rugby. and kyle broke his leg...or at least it looked like he did, but the doc says its not broken, it just doesn't work. and im in trouble cause im not doing my job as club PR person.

okay bye

ps dani is addicted to video games

how high the moon

wow. what a month an a lot.

Okay on tap:

• edited a book for CRW
• wrote 3 A papers and 1 B paper
• wrote lots of interesting nothings that i don't really care about too much
• helped Michelle win VPA huzzah
• joined the muslim students assoc
• quit the muslim student assoc (i was a rotten muslim anyway)
• nursed cocoa back to health (no more puking kitty)
• wrote a play about a dead beat and a dead man
• read more than i have read in my life
• made over 1000 phone calls in one week
• spoke with every perspective creative writing student for the Univeristy of Windsor
• resolved to spend more time at funeral homes to help with apathy
• laughed at an italian funeral (big no no!!!)
• decided apathy towards the dead isn't so bad, so i shouldn't go to other peoples funerals
• started smoking
• quit smoking
• realized i never smoked it was just a prank danielle played filling my bags with empty cigarette packages
• resolved one day to cover and entire bar table with cigarette foil (if the waitress is as bad as the ones at the thirsty scolar)
• lost 10 lbs
• gained 8 lbs
• lost another 5 lbs
• gained anther 7 lbs
• resolved that i have an unstable weight and not to worry about it any longer
• walked a dog
• slept on the coach (im never throwing that couch out !!!)
• did alot of nonsence

and probably some other things too.

hilife

mm procrastination is may favourite game,.,,, and so is zuma... okay yea mum congrats on the new car. okay yea roo congrats on handing in one assignment... okay congrat danielle for finding stinky the snail, okay congrats roo again for getting some new muscles, okay congrat michelle for getting over the flu. yea. congrats roo for rsvping to the better half ball, now u need a better half to take. mmm okay yea i wish it was next week. mmm okay maybe not. i have to write creatively...ten pages due monday. mmm i need some juices, maybe ill go to the flying monkey for juice. okay im going to go work on essays. mm yupper

any ideas for houseing? i could use some.

i think i want to live in a hotel

Fight of Flight

Emandleni Camp
home of ten thousand champs
of men of boys of soldiers
ready to fight for what Inkatha told you
train your mind, train
your position in this fight
for your homeland
Bantu stand for language rights
Fight the Afrikaaner way of life

Emandleni Camp
formed out of necessity
an army of youth, this thoughts absurd to me
to retell the sharp sting
your invaders bring
they have no historic stakes
they feel no pain for what lives the waste
they have diamonds in their eyes
and they know it is not wise
to share
the fruit this land bares
with

Boys at camp
it is not your fight
even now you have no rights
a decade since and
still your land is not yours
And still your freedom is not given
And still you are restricted by the colour of your skin

Emandleni Camp
excise the poison of your land
but you can
not do it by force
you must coheres
educate your young black mind
For black is beautiful
it is strong
it is infinite
and Emandleni camp will have no strength of arms
its strength
will be
in minds.

sorry world

okay im a little scared. just now. actually, im really scared just now, torn by belief in childhood surity and popular culture/knowledge. Sister Lucy died yesterday. that means nothing to anyone, unless they know of the aspirations of Fatima in 1917. gaaa. and now i hear HIV has mutated into a Mirical strain. im scared. what can you do tho? the sun is shining today, its hazy, but the sun is still shining. JP2 is out of hospital, but for how long? is he dying, and who is this American who said mass in his place last tuesday? im properly scared.

Ill probably get over it though.

Hello

Hello java, does anyone know jave script. i wish i did, i have a plot but it needs knowledge i don't have and im told java is the answer? any takers?

snuff

my back hurts.

i played in the snow (14 inches of powder) yesterday. it wasso mucho fun. d and i made a giant mountain and did back flips into it. and then shoveld lots. then the red boy came and said he'd hlep so i got him a shovel, but i don't think red boy likes the snow very much so he left. then d was cold so we went it.. besides we had to see if the washing machine was still broken, but it wasn't so we did laundry. but we had to put the laundry lines back up so i had to play with tha hammer. then later we watched metro which was really terrible but quite enjoyable.

im going crazy

and i have decided it is impossible to exist in bianaries so im playing on the sliding scale of life. even my weight is a sliding scale. i wonder if an unstable weight is a sign of some malady, but i know i weigh between 136 and 156 fluxing that much in three days... you'd think with my regualr exercise and currently amazing diet such flux wouldn't exist...but it does which is why i have given up on bianaries. i also no longer believe in being asleep or awake but in the happy gradient of slewakeness. i had the same dream last all day and night every tme id wake it was just on pause for the next moment of sleppingness. mehpish.

also today i read a lot of p[lato, he was a liar if i ever read one, and people keep telling me its bad to lie and i shouldn't but all the best people did. (well plato and dilworth...and pender. and also me)

okay bye


ps smurf aint doing to good

poor ghanga smurf

emanual had a stroke sunday. and bipass surgery last evening. he can't feel his face or most of his skin. he can't barely speak.

don't starve yourself. ghanga smurf thought food unholy. "yaw., i won't put that shit in my body" when he was rushed into emerge sunday night he weight 76 lbs. 5'2. rest now manny. recover. rethink you're strategy. food is life. and though much of it may be unholy, much, not all.

recover soon, my brother. with speed i hope you will walk and move again. i hope you will still think and beable to cognize you thoughts into speach. but rest well little man. for now.

ps

k is my favorite letter because its soo funny, honey. and f is my next favourite letter because is soo crazy and lazy.

bookish terms

gaaah, if i could read anymore i think i should... forget life, who needs it, i'll just read all the time, come on world show me what you've got...oh good a book...bring it on!!!

a poem? a short story you say, no...perhaps a long discourse on the use of writing or on who good and bad are the same thing! poppycock i say, ill read you all and be the better for it, Book!! im ready for you.


and im also going a little nuts

yea im a llama again

back to windsor in true m style. i don't think we could have fitted anything else in the car. we had, my school bag and a box for d, then m suit case, laudry basket, 20 pairs of shoes ( i kid you not) a computer all her presents in bags her black lab (who is a huge dog, could rival a bull mastiff in size) and my cat in a carrier box. it was sooooooo packed. and cocoa (the cat) was not happy to be in a box so i had to open it, but apparently she wasn't interested in getting to know the puppy. luckily the puppy wasn't to clever and didn't notice her the entire 4 hours in the car. meh. its was a good trip and im glad to be back in the W. even if the boys down stairs think its appropriate to deficate on my snowman villiage. i'll keep building them and if they do it again i'll press charges for distruction of private property... i think i can do that even though they live there too. its like if i was to smash in their windshield... or break all their christmas lights and banners in the garage and pee on their couches or hammock.... well anyway. there is soooo much snow here, except aparently plowing residential streets isn't an in thing here, so it can be difficult to negociate. anyway time to streatch im sore.