Ok, so I told you I passed another exam. I'll tell you it was a government exam, and it qualifies me for a different job than I have done before. So today, under the advice of my current manager, I was looking at this companys website, to see wether they were looking for anyone. They had a section where you could submit a resume, so as kind of a lark, I did! Four hours later they called me at work! ( He thought he was calling me at home, so he was pretty understanding when I told him I couldn't really speak to him right now. ) So, I'll be phoning him in the morning! But first I'll be phoning someone else first!!!!! Then if job prospect #1 doesn't go as planned, maybe job prospect #2 will.
It never rains in the desert, it pours.
Thursday, November 28, 2002
Wednesday, November 27, 2002
I PASSED! I PASSED! I PASSED! I PASSED! I PASSED! I'm not telling what, some of you know already. ;-)
Sunday, November 24, 2002
I fucking hate studying weather. Anone want to pull my toenails out instead?
Saturday, November 23, 2002
Anyone who wants the MP3's for these songs, drop me an email and I'll send them to ya.....
Puddle of Mud
She Hates Me
Met a girl
Thought she was grand
Fell in love
Found out first hand
Went well for a week or two
Then it all came unglued
In a trap
Trip I can't grip
Never thought I'd
be the one who'd slip
Then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
She fuckin' hates me
Trust
She fuckin' hates me
La la la love
I tried too hard
And she tore my
feelings like I had none
And ripped them away
She was queen for
about an hour
After that,
shit got sour
She took all
I ever had
No sign of guilt
No feeling of bad, no
In a trap
Trip I can't grip
Never thought I'd
be the one who'd slip
Then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
She fuckin' hates me
Trust
She fuckin' hates me
La la la love
love
I tried too hard
And she tore my
feelings like I had none
And ripped them away
That's my story
As you see
Learned my lesson
And so did she
Now it's over
And I'm glad
Cuz I'm a fool
for all I said
She fuckin' hates me
Trust
She fuckin' hates me
La la la love
I tried too hard
And she tore my
feelings like I had none
And ripped them away
La la la la la la la la la love
trust
La la la la la la la la la love
trust
La la la la la la la la la love
And she tore my
feelings like I had none
She fuckin' hates me
I never got any action anyway
She Hates Me
Met a girl
Thought she was grand
Fell in love
Found out first hand
Went well for a week or two
Then it all came unglued
In a trap
Trip I can't grip
Never thought I'd
be the one who'd slip
Then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
She fuckin' hates me
Trust
She fuckin' hates me
La la la love
I tried too hard
And she tore my
feelings like I had none
And ripped them away
She was queen for
about an hour
After that,
shit got sour
She took all
I ever had
No sign of guilt
No feeling of bad, no
In a trap
Trip I can't grip
Never thought I'd
be the one who'd slip
Then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
She fuckin' hates me
Trust
She fuckin' hates me
La la la love
love
I tried too hard
And she tore my
feelings like I had none
And ripped them away
That's my story
As you see
Learned my lesson
And so did she
Now it's over
And I'm glad
Cuz I'm a fool
for all I said
She fuckin' hates me
Trust
She fuckin' hates me
La la la love
I tried too hard
And she tore my
feelings like I had none
And ripped them away
La la la la la la la la la love
trust
La la la la la la la la la love
trust
La la la la la la la la la love
And she tore my
feelings like I had none
She fuckin' hates me
I never got any action anyway
Eagles
After The Thrill Is Gone
Same dances in the same old shoes
Some habits that you just can't lose
There's no telling what a man might lose,
After the thrill is gone
The flame rises but it soon descends
Empty pages and a frozen pen
You're not quite lovers and you're not quite friends
After the thrill is gone, oh,
After the thrill is gone
What can you do when your dreams come true
And it's not quite like you planned?
What have you done to be losing the one
You held it so tight in your hand well
Time passes and you must move on,
Half the distance takes you twice as long
So you keep on singing for the sake of the song
After the thrill is gone
After the thrill is gone
You're afraid you might fall out of fashion
And you're feeling cold and small
Any kind of love without passion
That ain't no kind of lovin' at all, well
Same dances in the same old shoes
You get too careful with the steps you choose
you don't care about winning but you don't want to lose
After the thrill is gone
After the thrill is gone
After the thrill is gone, oh
After the thrill is gone
After The Thrill Is Gone
Same dances in the same old shoes
Some habits that you just can't lose
There's no telling what a man might lose,
After the thrill is gone
The flame rises but it soon descends
Empty pages and a frozen pen
You're not quite lovers and you're not quite friends
After the thrill is gone, oh,
After the thrill is gone
What can you do when your dreams come true
And it's not quite like you planned?
What have you done to be losing the one
You held it so tight in your hand well
Time passes and you must move on,
Half the distance takes you twice as long
So you keep on singing for the sake of the song
After the thrill is gone
After the thrill is gone
You're afraid you might fall out of fashion
And you're feeling cold and small
Any kind of love without passion
That ain't no kind of lovin' at all, well
Same dances in the same old shoes
You get too careful with the steps you choose
you don't care about winning but you don't want to lose
After the thrill is gone
After the thrill is gone
After the thrill is gone, oh
After the thrill is gone
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
A man went to a whorehouse to get some practice performing oral sex on his wife. The woman at the front desk gave him a key and told him to go to room 319.
The man walked into the room and met the lady of the evening. He told her why he was there, so she gave him a few pointers and then told him to go for it.
So, the man began performing oral sex and he was, by her reaction, pretty good at it. But something strange happened. A couple of minutes into the deed, he felt something in his mouth. He spit it into his hand and found a piece of carrot.
"Oh man, that's nasty!" he thought, but he said nothing and continued.
A couple of minutes later, he came up with a pea.
"Damn, can't take much more of this. There's something wrong with this bitch." But again, he said nothing and gave it one more shot.
A couple of minutes later, he came up with a piece of chicken. He couldn't stand it any longer.
"I can't do this anymore! I'm gonna throw up!"
"That's funny," remarked the hooker, "that's what the last guy did."
The man walked into the room and met the lady of the evening. He told her why he was there, so she gave him a few pointers and then told him to go for it.
So, the man began performing oral sex and he was, by her reaction, pretty good at it. But something strange happened. A couple of minutes into the deed, he felt something in his mouth. He spit it into his hand and found a piece of carrot.
"Oh man, that's nasty!" he thought, but he said nothing and continued.
A couple of minutes later, he came up with a pea.
"Damn, can't take much more of this. There's something wrong with this bitch." But again, he said nothing and gave it one more shot.
A couple of minutes later, he came up with a piece of chicken. He couldn't stand it any longer.
"I can't do this anymore! I'm gonna throw up!"
"That's funny," remarked the hooker, "that's what the last guy did."
A man went to a whorehouse to get some practice performing oral sex on his wife. The woman at the front desk gave him a key and told him to go to room 319.
The man walked into the room and met the lady of the evening. He told her why he was there, so she gave him a few pointers and then told him to go for it.
So, the man began performing oral sex and he was, by her reaction, pretty good at it. But something strange happened. A couple of minutes into the deed, he felt something in his mouth. He spit it into his hand and found a piece of carrot.
"Oh man, that's nasty!" he thought, but he said nothing and continued.
A couple of minutes later, he came up with a pea.
"Damn, can't take much more of this. There's something wrong with this bitch." But again, he said nothing and gave it one more shot.
A couple of minutes later, he came up with a piece of chicken. He couldn't stand it any longer.
"I can't do this anymore! I'm gonna throw up!"
"That's funny," remarked the hooker, "that's what the last guy did."
The man walked into the room and met the lady of the evening. He told her why he was there, so she gave him a few pointers and then told him to go for it.
So, the man began performing oral sex and he was, by her reaction, pretty good at it. But something strange happened. A couple of minutes into the deed, he felt something in his mouth. He spit it into his hand and found a piece of carrot.
"Oh man, that's nasty!" he thought, but he said nothing and continued.
A couple of minutes later, he came up with a pea.
"Damn, can't take much more of this. There's something wrong with this bitch." But again, he said nothing and gave it one more shot.
A couple of minutes later, he came up with a piece of chicken. He couldn't stand it any longer.
"I can't do this anymore! I'm gonna throw up!"
"That's funny," remarked the hooker, "that's what the last guy did."
Thursday, November 14, 2002
Hello I am a west sider,
I am not a 7-11 employee, a pump jockey or a Berry Farm picker.
I don't live on 22nd in the big yellow house with the big XXX on the side though I am a member.
I don't know Suzie, Tony or Cliff, but I have probably run into them at Dublins I believe in 24 hour bingo halls, not like that Hoyty-toyty Xanadu
We don't have the Granary, Lydia's or Amigo's, we have Bridges, the Black Sambuca and Riddlers'.
20th street is a cultural mecca whose diversity is only outdone by the amount of business at its KFC .
I think that Kelsey is a noble institution because it is beside an armory with a really big kick ass tank in front of it.
The mullet is an art form carefully forged under the hockey helmets of Saskatchewan youth, but perfected in the Jiffy-lube.
The Money mart cash advance is much more fiscally responsible than the "3 bucks on a Hund" and all ball caps should contain some mesh.
Cross walks are for 8th street and Yes, it is less confusing when all the streets are named after the letters of the alphabet, well 24 of them anyways.
There are tracks but I don't think I am on the wrong side.
There is nothing quite like the waft from the meat packing plant on an early spring morning.
The great triumvirate will always be Riley's, Showgirls and the Long branch.
There is no limit to the number of bars that can open and close in the Warehouse and Great Canadian Super Bar buildings.
The Great Buffet of China has the best garbage bins in Saskatoon.
And no we can't figure out either why they moved Martini's to the old Husky Diner on Idylwyld and 22nd.
The Westside is the last thing you see before you move to Calgary, the home to the Saskatoon Transit Garage and the First Nation.
I AM A WEST SIDER.
I am not a 7-11 employee, a pump jockey or a Berry Farm picker.
I don't live on 22nd in the big yellow house with the big XXX on the side though I am a member.
I don't know Suzie, Tony or Cliff, but I have probably run into them at Dublins I believe in 24 hour bingo halls, not like that Hoyty-toyty Xanadu
We don't have the Granary, Lydia's or Amigo's, we have Bridges, the Black Sambuca and Riddlers'.
20th street is a cultural mecca whose diversity is only outdone by the amount of business at its KFC .
I think that Kelsey is a noble institution because it is beside an armory with a really big kick ass tank in front of it.
The mullet is an art form carefully forged under the hockey helmets of Saskatchewan youth, but perfected in the Jiffy-lube.
The Money mart cash advance is much more fiscally responsible than the "3 bucks on a Hund" and all ball caps should contain some mesh.
Cross walks are for 8th street and Yes, it is less confusing when all the streets are named after the letters of the alphabet, well 24 of them anyways.
There are tracks but I don't think I am on the wrong side.
There is nothing quite like the waft from the meat packing plant on an early spring morning.
The great triumvirate will always be Riley's, Showgirls and the Long branch.
There is no limit to the number of bars that can open and close in the Warehouse and Great Canadian Super Bar buildings.
The Great Buffet of China has the best garbage bins in Saskatoon.
And no we can't figure out either why they moved Martini's to the old Husky Diner on Idylwyld and 22nd.
The Westside is the last thing you see before you move to Calgary, the home to the Saskatoon Transit Garage and the First Nation.
I AM A WEST SIDER.
Wednesday, November 13, 2002
Episode II Attack of the Clones on the IMAX today. Yoda ROCKS!
Friday, November 08, 2002
Tuesday, November 05, 2002
I passed! I passed! I passed! I passed! I passed! I passed! I was so sure I failed, until the nice lady came up front and said "Congratulations!" I almost peed my pants! I only passed by 5%, but what the hell, I passed! Now comes the hard frustrating part again.. Hitting the road job hunting....
Wow, it's been a really long time since I've written anything here! I just got home from work, it is 00:48, I'm tired. Tomorrow at noon I am writing an exam. The IATRA exam. Hopefully, it will go OK. I'm hitting the sack very soon, right after I take a sleepy pill! Gnite!
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