Eau du Trisha (if I have to stink, so do you!)

I have a friend named Trisha
her face looks like a disha (beautifulness)
She has a sexy body and makes the boys turn to doggy's
and then she runs away and laughs(a)!

I made a deal with my buddy Trish that I would write a blog about her if she finally posted a blog after a 2-month strike. The deal was that she would write about me and I would write about her... so check me out http://www.fuckingoverwhelming.blogspot.com/

So I have this hot friend named Trish (sorry boys, she's taken... by ME). She's one of a kind! She's like a Recees Peanut Butter cup.. A sexy outer shell, and a delicious inside. But it makes people wonder, how on earth did they do that?? Well let me tell you! First Mr. and Mrs. Moffat met, they fell in love, they did NOT have sex but instead a stork delivered little baby Trish to their front porch. The stork understood that baby Trish needed to be treated like a princess so he decided that one child would suffice for Mr. and Mrs. Moffatt.

They obviously did a very good job of raising her because here she is today, in a ruffled bikini with her hand in a cast. How she got her hand in a cast you might ask? She was looking for her running shoes. Yes that’s right, looking for running shoes. On contrary to popular belief, she was not having sex with my roomie in some wild position and lost her balance and messed up all the ligaments and have a possible hairline fracture, but she was looking for running shoes. Nice one Trish!

So Trish and I met because I thought she was hot and I wanted to be friends with her. My first memory of her was... oh yeah, I was watching a movie with Tony and she came down. Somebody rang the doorbell so I got up to answer it and the little snake stole my spot!! "I'll get you my pretty" is what I said in my mind. So here I am now, almost a year later, getting my revenge!

Trish and I used to fight for the bathroom on a constant basis, but since we moved, now we don't have to. Though I still sometimes get a peak of her in a towel scampering to Ryan’s room. I live for moments like that. Trish is my hump day partner, my secret lover, my eye candy, my tanning partner and my dancing partner. She instantly makes my day better by just smiling at me. She's dating my brother Ryan, and I couldn't be happier for them. You see a light in both their eyes whenever they are around each other. You can feel like compassion and love between them. It makes me happy to know that if they can find each other, there is still hope for the rest of us!

This past year has been full of amazing moments, laughs, frustration, stress, love and the occasional cry. ("Thumbs up", "Whose in the pooper") I'm so glad this bright light has been brought into my world, "because with out youuuuu my life would be grayyyyyy" (in a sing song voice).

So cheers to my darling Trish, here's to you, to me, and to the future.
I love you!
Kelly

Funnies!!

Why don't they have Christmas at Western?
They can't find a virgin and three wise men.

How do they separate the men from the boys at McMaster?
With a restraining order.

A severe storm rumbled through Guelph last week and
destroyed the entire town: $10 worth of damage was
reported.

Why is it so windy in Kingston?
Because Queen's BLOWS!!!!

What do you get when you drive quickly through the
Lakehead campus?
An undergraduate degree.

What's the first thing a Carleton girl does when she
wakes up in the morning?
Walk home.

How can you tell if a Trent student is a heterosexual?
He can outrun his roommate!

What does a U of T student call a Laurier student after graduation?
Boss.

Why do they sell so many button-fly jeans in Guelph?
Because the sheep can hear the zippers a mile away.

Did you hear that the library at Ryerson burned down?
Naturally, the students were very upset...some of the books weren't colored-in yet.

Why do York graduates put a copy of their diploma in the window of their vehicles?
So they can park in handicapped spaces.

How do you get a Western grad off your front porch?
Pay him for the pizza.

Who does the Waterloo Engineering Society fear the most?
Immigration.


Top Ten Reasons why University/College is like
Preschool:

10. You cry for your mother.
9. You cross the street without looking for cars.
8. Snack time is a necessity.
7. You bundle up for the outdoors without caring what you look like
6. You stay at home and play games with your friends.
5. You wear your backpack on both shoulders.
4. You never eat what you are supposed to.
3. Playing in the rain is a completely legitimate activity.
2. You take naps.
1. You can't remember all of your classmates' names.

You Know you've been in University/College too long
when:

A Kilometre is not too far to walk for a party
You wear dirty socks three times in a row and think nothing of it
You'd rather clean than study (isn't that weird?)
You utter "Damn! How did it get so late!" at least once a night.
Often you don't wake up in your own bed and it seems normal.
Minesweeper (Snood, Counter Strike, or solitaire) is more than a game - it's a way of life.
You schedule your classes around sleep habits and soaps.
You go to sleep when it's light and get up when it's dark.
You live for getting your mail, even junk mail.
Looking out the window is another form of entertainment.
Prank phone calls become funny again.
It feels weird to take a shower without shoes.
You start thinking and sounding like your roommate.
Black lights and highlighters are the coolest things on earth.
Rearranging your room is your favorite pastime.
Your only source of money is Meal Points.
The weekend lasts from Thursday to Sunday

At University/College I LEARNED...

That it didn't matter how late I scheduled my first class, I'd sleep through it.
That I could change so much and barely realize it.
That you can love a lot of people in a lot of different ways.
That if you wear polyester everyone will ask why you are so dressed up.
That every clock on campus shows a different time.
That if you were smart in high school, so what?
That I would go to a party the night before a final.
That you can know everything and fail a test.
That you can know nothing and ace a test.
That Home is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
That most of my education would be obtained outside of class.
That friendship is more than getting drunk together.
That I would be one of those people that my parents warned me about.
That Sunday is a figment of the world's imagination.
That Psychology is really Biology, Biology is really Chemistry, Chemistry is really Physics and Physics is really Math.
That my parents would become so much smarter in the last few years.
That it's possible to be alone even when you are surrounded by friends.
That friends are what makes this place so worth while!

Random thoughts of the week...
-I like having a regular schedule. Minus waking up ridiculously early every morning. - My friends never stop amazing me. And they are always ready to go hard every weekend - Everything seems right in the world when you’re laying on a beach with sexy girls all around you. - I can't wait to see my family this weekend. I'm actually looking forward to going home. - As of Sunday, I have a new bunny! - Sun burns hurt.. a lot! - Running into old crushes is awesome. Especially when they said you look good!! - I love wine!
-Morning walks through the park are amazing. Nobody's around, and it's quiet. All of the ducks and geese have had their babies and the swans are out. It's so peaceful!
- A guy I went to Elementary and High school with got married this weekend... WTF
- Is it normal for me to be nervous about flying alone?
- I get to go to Alberta next weekend for a wedding! Up in the mountains, fresh air, and beautiful scenery.. I can't wait!
- The older I get, the more I wonder... am I relationship material?
- I love getting drunk with my girls.
- I love jumping on Tony's bed drunk.
- In my perfect world, we would stay in University together forever.. It’s way too much fun!
- LEIGH ANNE CHO YOUNG!!! hahaha..
-Song of the weekend!! Unpredictable by Jamie Foxx
- " know you're use to dinner and a movie, Why not be my dinner, while makin a movie"
"All Aboard!
The spontaneous express
Never the less always the more
From the pool table to the kitchen floor
Next stops the G spot... LUDA!
hahaha
Let me put a little bit of excite-ment
Up in yo lifestyle
You gotta know the times of the essence
I'm talkin right now
I can get, get rid of that headache
What you doin tonight
Some say that sex is overrated, but they just ain’t doin it right
I keeps it interestin baby just take them clothes off
I'll be yo Tylenol just take me till you dose off
Wake you up in the middle of the night and take you to another world
You'll wake up in the mornin feelin like another giiirl"
- Mondays suck.

What makes you any different?

You came, you wooed, we danced. You sat in the bathroom with me and rubbed my back until I could summon the energy to regurgitate everything I had consumed for the past 12 hours. You put me to bed, and you stayed with me.
I just met you that night, but you saw me in my most vulnerable state. Tall dark and handsome, my perfect man. Your looks encompassed everything I searched for. Your funny, and a good dancer, and my friends love you. But what makes you any different from every body else? Is it that there was want and need in your kiss? You made me feel like there was nowhere else in the world that you wanted to be than laying in bed with me. The shear muscular mass of your body kept me warm through the whole night. I felt so comfortable with you like I had known you for years. Like at that moment, I was exactly where I wanted and needed to be. Maybe that’s it...

The thoughts are all jumbled up in my head, like a pack of birds with no rhyme or reason. Memories, questions, answers, and conversations constantly flood my cognitions and make me question my motives.

I need to get my thoughts in order, I need to get my life in order.

As I sit here in this cubicle, doing mindless work for people who don't really care what I'm doing, I can't help but think of you. You were once my entire universe. You encompassed everything that I thought was right. You continually brought a smile to my face everyday. Before the weekend, it was a year since I saw you last.

We were high school lovers, serious but secret. Nobody knew the complexity of our relationship but us. To the world, we were friends, but as soon as the world looked away we were locked in an embrace that could melt icebergs. You were my best friend, my confident, my partner in crime and my cheerleader. You showed up to all my games, watched me make the best plays and hit my first homerun. You watched me win my first gold medal and you were there with the biggest smile on your face. You were the first person I talked to about University, and the first person I told when I was accepted.

A good friend told me that everybody remembers different moments or conversations that are significant to a relationship. It's not that one event was better than the other; it's just that at that moment, I felt the most for you. I remember catching a pop fly in a metal game and being so pissed off that you didn't come. And then after I caught it I heard you yelling and whistling and I looked over and there you were at the back fence with a huge smile on your face and you waved. My heart sank.

I was home alone and very sick. I had to cancel plans with you. Half way through the day there was a knock at my door and there you were. In your hand was a single red rose. The first and only flower you bought me. I still have that card.

The first time I met your friend Luke, we were at his parent’s house looking at a car. You had introduced me to Luke as your friend and it was obvious that Luke liked me. You started to stand closer to me and brushed my hair out of my face. I knew at that moment that this was something that would last.

The day I moved away you showed up when you said you weren't coming. You said you just had to see me one more time, to hug me one more time before I left. I stood in my drive way wrapped in each other’s arms and I didn't want to let go. That was the one and only time I ever let you see me cry.
When I saw you this weekend, you said some things to me that made me think. You said some things that I had forgotten about, but were obviously important to you. Like how we used to paint together and made up K&N painting, and some other intimate details that I had forgotten about. I still feel connected to you. And I know you felt it too. Now the hardest part is to sit and wait to see what your next move it. It's like we're playing off each other, to see where we want this to go. Regardless, I know that you were the most important relationship in my life this far, and I don't care what everybody says about you. They don't know the real you, they only know how it ended. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I forgive you.

New Apartment!!

Well we're finally moved in! My last box has been unpacked and the house is slowly coming together! After months of waiting and a horrible moving day, the time has come to sit back and relax in our beautiful home.

We decided to move at the beginning of last semester and after only viewing one apartment, we decided that it was the one for us. We signed the lease in November or December and have been anxiously awaiting moving day ever since.

Moving day was very heactic. Not only were we moving 5 people plus a full kitchen and living room, but we had to move it all to a 4th floor walk-up apartment. We had many helpers, a special Thank-You goes to Emily's Parents and brothers for lending their muscles and organizational skills. It was days like that, that I was very thankful I had 2 muscular roomies.

All this anxiety and moving was very worth the effort. The new apartment is beautiful. There are 5 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms a huge kitchen and adjoining living room with a balcony. The girls have their own wing and the boys have their own wing. It's pretty much perfect for everybody. My favourite part has to be the balcony. Every night, you can see the sun setting from the living room through the balcony. I will post pictures soon.
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Confidence vs. Insecurity

There is a fine line between confidence and arrogance, and once that line has been crossed it is hard for the person to understand that they need to take it down a level. I've noticed some changes in certian people and I'm pretty sure it has to do with insecurity rather than Confidence. Everybody knows the person I'm talking about, the one who puts on a show to cover up the insecurities they have over their body/work/school/whatever.
Sometimes you just want to shake them and tell them that everything is okay. You don't need to be perfect for people to like you. You don't need to be everybody's best friend for people to like you, you don't need to pretend anything. It's those fake people who make everybody else question themselves because they aren't perfect. And it is only those who are completly secure with their own bodies/school/work etc that can see through the mask.

So for all of you who are putting on a show, get to know yourself first and learn to love yourself before trying to convince somebody that you're somebody you're not.