Yeah! [ Thursday, February 21, 2002 | 10:10 p.m. ] WE WON! KICK ASS!!

Last time on Terri's Life [ Wednesday, February 20, 2002 | 07:22 a.m. ] All right, enough's enough. I've got to get it together and just post something already. I have a whole ton of things I've written, but I never finish any of them. Unfortunately, right now I just feel like sleeping. I don't know why that is. I mean, I went to bed early last night! I got more sleep than usual. Still, all day people were telling me that I looked tired. Someone tried to convince me that there's a difference between near-comatose sleep and real, restful sleep, to which I say, "Bah, humbug!" Sleep I get after collapsing from exhaustion because I only slept for ninety minutes the night before is as good as any. (It's just a Sunday night thing, really.) My last post that conveyed any information at all was at the end of January, so here's a little summary of events in my life. Friday the 8th was UCC Hockey Night. I went straight from work, so I got to the ACC in about fourteen minutes. We were beaten down pretty badly by BSS, as we have been consistently for the past couple of years. UCC and SAC tied in their big game, and they gave the cup to both teams, which seemed a little sketchy to me. Right. So, one thing I've been doing quite frequently is going to the movies. Lately I've seen The Royal Tennenbaums (****), Gosford Park (**), Harry Potter (***½), In The Bedroom (***), and The Lord of the Rings (****). I've also become rather fond of making lists. Last Friday somehow became 'List Day', and I made many lists. Here's one: Things That Make Me Happy fanfic Second Cup's Caramel Corretto & Crème Brûlée Ristretto pumpkin pie mushrooms Big Mac Meals Baileys Irish Cream soft/fleecy things warmth Pizza Pizza pizza & Coca-Cola Classic unexpected/random acts of kindness I also took down a to-the-minute account of how I spent my day, but I'll spare you from that. On Valentine's Day, my dad gave me chocolate. He gave me another box the day after. Two people at work have also given me chocolate in the last week. Sweet. Speaking of work, it's going okay right now. I got a small project to work on for the next little while; I'm going to have to learn something about Access and Visual Basic, which should be fun. I haven't been crossing out the days on my calendar. Anyhow, I'd better get to sleep--I'd like to be sharp for doing some real work tomorrow. Heh. Passed out just before I could post. So much for testing that theory by deliberately going to sleep.

Quiz-o-rama! [ Friday, February 15, 2002 | 09:50 p.m. ] You will not be fucked with. You're a streetwise veteran who often works alone. Sometimes you may seem a little crazy, but no one will ever disrespect you. And live. You don't get a lot of nookie, but you once had a fucked-up relationship with Michelle Pfeifer. Which action filmstar are you? Just stuffed full of surprises. No one ever knows what you're going to do next. The greatest mystery to you is, naturally, "how do they get the caramel in the Caramilk bars?" (Someone gave me a Caramilk yesterday.) (That's funny, what with my whole Polygon pseudo-religion back in grade seven.) I am an Asteroid. I am a drifter. I go where life leads, which makes me usually a very calm and content sort of person. That or thoroughly apathetic. Usually I keep on doing whatever I'm doing, and it takes something special to make me change my mind. What Pre-1985 Video Game Character Are You? See which Greek Goddess you are.

I'm sensing a pattern here... [ Friday, February 15, 2002 | 06:58 p.m. ] Which Star-Crossed Marvel Lover Are You?

Valentine's Day [ Friday, February 15, 2002 | 07:34 a.m. ] In hounour of Valentine's Day, and lacking time to write a proper preamble, I give you two poems that were printed in the Globe and Mail yesterday. Sonnet For Bonnie By Darren Werschler-Henry ?8 u6 I Knew A Woman By Theodore Roethke I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one: The shapes a bright container can contain! Of her choice virtues only gods should speak, Or English poets who grew up on Greek (I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek). How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin, She taught me Turn and Counter-turn, and Stand; She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin; I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand; She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake, Coming behind her for her pretty sake (But what prodigious mowing we did make). Love likes a gander, and adores a goose: Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize; She played it quick, she played it light and loose; My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees; Her several parts could keep a pure repose, Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose (She moved in circles, and those circles moved). Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay; I'm martyr to a motion not my own; What's freedom for? To know eternity, I swear she cast a shadow white as stone. But who would count eternity in days? These old bones live to learn her wanton ways: (I measure time by how a body sways).

[ Friday, February 8, 2002 | 04:00 a.m. ] My name is Terri, and I have a fanfic problem. But tonight is so Kim's fault. Having finally finished my last two-week binge, I was catching up on all the stuff I'd been missing. I ended up on HERS, and in telling Kim why I'd been dead to the world for a while the conversation eventually moved to fanfic. Then Kim logged off. Then I thought that an hour wouldn't kill me. Now it's almost four a.m. and the last time I got this little sleep before going to work I had real big problems. Except now I really want to keep writing. Bad idea. Go to bed. Buy a coffee in the morning. Post more later.

[ Tuesday, February 5, 2002 | 07:35 a.m. ] What animal best portrays your sexual appetite??