<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680</id><updated>2011-09-30T15:48:07.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future arts students unite!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-116942239937614990</id><published>2007-01-21T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T17:33:19.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened!?!!</title><content type='html'>totally fell off the face of the earth there for a while...and i'm sure that no one checks this anymore as a result...my bad everyone!&lt;br /&gt;actually i'm not even sure if i feel like keeping up the blog anymore, so i can't promise a come back. but i can promise that whenever i'm at work, bored out of my mind, and sick of facebook, i'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last semester was awesome. i got a job, which was a crazy dream come true whirlwind experience, and it turned out to be my best academic term ever! which is crazy, when you consider what a time commitment recruiting was, but understandable, when you consider that tax was my only real class. the only problem with last semester being so easy? this semester is shaping up to be fucking BRUTAL. no one needs to take five schulich accounting classes in one term, and i don't even have it the worst. some people are taking five plus electives, and some are even taking 6 or more ssb actg, so i guess i should count my lucky stars. anyways, this is what i'm taking:&lt;br /&gt;-audit 2&lt;br /&gt;-audit 3&lt;br /&gt;-tax 2&lt;br /&gt;-advanced&lt;br /&gt;-contemporary issues&lt;br /&gt;i didn't *really* need to take all of these for the CA credits, but i hear they're good for the UFE so i might as well take them while i'm paying for courses anyway. hopefully the shit i have to do this semester will pay off in the coming year. which i'm also dreading, because i hear its the worst thing ever. although i suppose, if you look at how much people hype up schulich, and schulich accounting in general, then the CKE, school, and UFE should be a breeze. i'm more worried about the work hours combined with the studying hours, and guilting myself into studying more than i really need to out of fear of failing. because if i went through all of this just to fail my professional exams and wind up back pouring coffee, that will be the end of me. mostly because i would kill myself, but i'm pretty sure if i didn't everyone else would. friends don't let friends ho themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in light of the semester of terror, i'm going to try and lighten up academically, because seriously, its been four years of good grades and studying (well maybe not so much studying, but stressing at least), and a lot of all nighters, and not a lot of enjoying my time here. so i'm going to try and see people as much as i can, because as much as i hate the people at schulich and york in general, its going to be kind of shitty to say goodbye to student life and hello to real life.&lt;br /&gt;and now i must go say hello to some books, so i'll hollaaaa later!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-116942239937614990?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/116942239937614990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=116942239937614990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/116942239937614990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/116942239937614990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-happened.html' title='what happened!?!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-116259595345940305</id><published>2006-11-03T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:19:14.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my future has been decided</title><content type='html'>alright, so after much deliberation, i have decided to sign with EY. in the toronto north office. i called on saturday to confirm. and yes, i realize it is now friday, but i was busy, ok? jeeeeez. anyways, this is an absolute dream come true. i've said for four years now that if i got a job in accounting, this would all be worth it. and it was. i'll try to remember that this year, when i'm taking a billion actg classes and trying to maintain my CA average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week promises to be absolutely insane, with projects due in 4/5 of my classes, but luckily i have stayed ahead of things and done the readings for that one class where nothing is due. i'll be thanking myself later, i'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i was supposed to be getting crunk to celebrate getting a job with some other ey homies. but instead, i got punked. but am i a quitter? no, no i am not. and so seth and i got crunk while watching greys anatomy and the OC. also i really liked the oc. perhaps that had a lot to do with giving up on the game that we invented, drinking every time there was horrible acting, and just continually drinking. hahaha awesome. and the plan for tonight? mendhi with shesta while watching indian mtv. this weekend could NOT be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for the 4 projects, of course. it would definitely be better without those. alas, maybe i should start that now. and if anyone is up for celebrating jobs/anything, hollaaa back because now i'm definitely feelin it!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (love the jobs! love it!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-116259595345940305?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/116259595345940305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=116259595345940305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/116259595345940305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/116259595345940305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-future-has-been-decided.html' title='my future has been decided'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-116132974640374540</id><published>2006-10-20T02:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T02:35:46.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect shirt for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jephdraw.com/random/libraryscience.png"&gt;check it out guys!&lt;/a&gt; could anything be more perfect? no, no it couldn't. i demand that you all buy it for me for my birthday, because you love me that much, and i have obviously blinded ALL of you.&lt;br /&gt;brought to you, of course, by the extremely talented and always hilarious jeph of &lt;a href="http://www.questionablecontent.net/"&gt;questionable content&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;read the comic! buy the shirts! thats all i can say!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (sooo much love for library science!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-116132974640374540?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/116132974640374540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=116132974640374540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/116132974640374540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/116132974640374540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/10/perfect-shirt-for-me.html' title='the perfect shirt for me!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-116042564961926111</id><published>2006-10-09T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T15:29:55.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back by popular demand</title><content type='html'>so i have received a few requests from people asking me to blog again, and since i actually have news, and since i am buried in schoolwork, there could be no better time than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it would appear, despite my best predictions, that my interviews went astonishingly well. four interviews, four job offers, you really can't get better than that. i still can't believe it, i feel like i'm in some sort of crazy dream. a week ago, i was freaking out at the possibility that i would screw up four job interviews, and end up unemployed. a week before that, i was worried that my applications wouldn't get me any interviews. and one year ago, i was being rejected by the same firms that want me now, beginning a year-long anxiety attack that only ended when i got the call from pwc last tuesday. such a ridiculous turnaround, i'm really still in shock. but its time to snap out of the shock and get back into school mode, because recruitment has left me waaay behind schedule in my classes. this week was full of interviews and events, and next week would appear to be full of offerree receptions aimed at making students accept their offers. the upside? free food, and possibly more merch. the downside? events during midterms. nooooo dice. i'm pretty sure i have a good handle on which firms i prefer already, so i might end uo just signing and foregoing my free stuff in the interest of studying. damnit i can't believe i just said that. how things have changed since my youth *tear*. regardless of what happens, i am absolutely a billion times happier than i was a month ago when i didn't know if i was going to be working next september. midterms cannot compare to the feeling of wasting four years of your life and not being employed at the end of it. and so, i feel like this will be a good year, and everything will be quite easy to put in perspective, as long as i stay above the CA average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes!! happy happy happy! and also, probably the number one thanksgiving of all time. i am soooooooooooo thankful for getting interviews, and jobs, and free food. and hollaaaaa to all the people who told me all along that i could do it, and to be myself, and that they'd all be competing for me in the end. i didn't believe you at the time, and i probably won't believe any more outlandish claims in the future, but i really needed all the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok everyone, i think thats enough being thankful for one year. time to get back to being ungrateful, starting with getting back to my tax assignment, which i won't appreciate until i get to a tax question on the CKE. i'll let all of you know how the rest of recruiting turns out when i know!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (mad love for not being unemployed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-116042564961926111?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/116042564961926111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=116042564961926111' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/116042564961926111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/116042564961926111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-by-popular-demand.html' title='back by popular demand'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-115965976254187918</id><published>2006-09-30T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T18:44:50.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>health food results!</title><content type='html'>so after like, maybe a month or so of my new healthy lifestyle, i am pleased to report that i weighed myself last night and had lost ONE POUND!! and then, to celebrate, i went upstairs and ate 4 pieces of nav's mom's homemade pizza, aka the best thing of all time, and upon a re-weighing had regained that pound and more. so i think the lesson we should all take away from this is that if you want to feel like you've accomplished something, weigh yourself BEFORE gorging. deliiiiiiicious piiiiiiiiiiizza. as for my actual commitment to the plan, i've been very impressed with myself. the green tea has been pretty consistent, i've stayed with the vitamins, and my packages of cookies have remained sealed in my cupboard. most surprising to me, i've stuck with the whole real chicken thing, instead of going back to the pre-cut, pre-seasoned chicken product that i loved so much in the past. and i've discovered the magic of shake n bake, maybe the best product ever. how does it make the chicken so crispy on the outside, yet so juicy on the inside? i don't know, but i DO know that without it i probably would've given up after my first package of real chicken. everyone go buy shake n bake right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in recruitment related news, interviews this week. i won't elaborate, because i believe strongly in the jinx, and i also have a nervous breakdown every time i have to talk about it. i will update all of you (all 2 of you) when the week is over, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, whats great about a site meter is that it allows you to see why people are visiting your site. i was originally fooled by my increased readership but quickly realized the vast, vaaaast majority of people were coming from image searching beyonce. my bad, blogging about something current and not to do with my inane personal life. there was recently, however, something much more disturbing. someone reaching my site by googling "'weird toe' webbed". now, what is disturbing about this is that it is not the first time, and the only reason they found my site was because of my previous post bitching about how someone was looking for webbed toe pictures. WTF. do people not read the little preview paragraph when they search something? SERIOUSLY. you're looking for info, or pics, or whatever about your freakish fetish/own body, and you think that perhaps a huge rant about people googling a similar topic will hold your answers? i think not. the preview people, the preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, york's love of jews and pilgrims has caused all classes to be cancelled for two mondays in a row! sweeeeeeet. 6 hours of electives cancelled? soooooo good. this leaves only tax for this week, and its only reading! the assignment won't even be given until this week! and by then, i'll know whether i have a job, and therefore have to do the assignment, or am a jobless hobo, in which case i can safely drop out of life.&lt;br /&gt;alrighty kids, thats all for this week, i'll hit you back on the first, well, more accurately the seventh at the earliest.&lt;br /&gt;kelly (no love for interviews)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-115965976254187918?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/115965976254187918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=115965976254187918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115965976254187918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115965976254187918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/09/health-food-results.html' title='health food results!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-115826118422726729</id><published>2006-09-14T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T14:19:59.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so maybe i AM from schulich after all</title><content type='html'>so the entire time i've been in schulich, i've been battling against the whole, we're better than the rest of york, lets tell everyone we're from schulich because we're so superior vibe. and i still am, because the majority of people who subscribe to that theory are total assholes. and yet, as recruitment season carries on, there seem to be some issues that atkinson has failed to adress in the realm of preparation for the real world. lets see:&lt;br /&gt;1) if you want to get recruited, and your plan consists of attending info sessions, perhaps you should sign up for them! &lt;br /&gt;this is a big one kids. all this week, the big 4 accounting firms have been hosting joint atkinson-ssb events at the underground. but for some reason, half the people that show up have not registered for the events, which needless to say ends up causing HUGE delays for everyone else trying to enter the event. pwc let everyone walk right in, and didn't have seats, so the only inconvenience was that it was a little more crowded than it should be. e&amp;y, however, had printed nametags for all the people who had registered, so the unregistered folk had to form a separate line so that they could make their hand-written nametags. i actually kind of enjoyed this. the inconvenience of having to wait longer, and the embarassment of the sloppy, handwritten nametag was a good lesson for all of those kids who decided to just stroll in out of the student centre. kpmg had everyone fill out a ballot AND a nametag as they were entering the event, causing delays for everyone, and didn't distinguish between those who had registered and those who just came in. this was a problem just because of the volume. the whole point of the registration is to ensure there is enough space/recruiters to talk to for everyone, and letting randoms just walk in really caused a backup. the event opened at 5:30, and we didn't get in until 6:30. deloitte is the only firm having events at the private dining room, which i think is the best idea by far. and i believe they enforce the registration crap too.&lt;br /&gt;2) if you attend the info sessions, registered or not, and they are labelled "business formal", perhaps you should show up in something resembling business formal.&lt;br /&gt;look around you, people. see everyone wearing suits? this is because you are at a RECRUITING EVENT, not your own basement. for future reference, none of the following outfits passes as "business formal":&lt;br /&gt;-workboots, jeans, t-shirt, and backpack&lt;br /&gt;-running shoes, jeans, track jacket, backpack. maybe he thought a track jacket would pass as a blazer? we may never know.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.rolikohiphop.com/file/13/sj-velour-white.jpg"&gt;sean john track suit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-khakis and a cardigan, &lt;a href="http://web.mit.edu/vsg/www/vsg/INFO/Pictures/mr_rogers.gif"&gt;mr. rogers&lt;/a&gt; style&lt;br /&gt;-plaid blazer, and dress pants with a DIFFERENT PLAID&lt;br /&gt;-miniskirt&lt;br /&gt;-skin tight, &lt;a href="http://www.pearlriver.com/v2/FramesCat.asp?iGroup=229"&gt;asian-style&lt;/a&gt; shirt, with no attempt at a jacket or sweater, coupled with skin tight skirt and hooker-esque shoes. i actually think this girl may have thought she was getting into a club.&lt;br /&gt;-ANYTHING THAT IS NOT A FUCKING BUSINESS SUIT. WHAT ARE THEY TEACHING YOU PEOPLE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;and despite the description of business formal, directly on the registration page, people still can't figure it out. mind boggling. i was surprised these people were even admitted into the events, but i guess the advantage is that they can only make those of us in proper clothing look better, and they are really no threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that is my rant for now. i just realized that these people are jackasses, and they could be put on &lt;a href="http://stopbeingajackass.blogspot.com/"&gt;YKWNTSBAJ&lt;/a&gt;, but it may not appeal to a mass audience. so here it is i guess. also deadlines for applications are due next week, i feel like my life is on the line!! everyone pray for me, and by pray, i definitely mean speak to anyone you know in accounting to try and get me a job. awesome!&lt;br /&gt;kelly (no love for the joint events. no love at all.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-115826118422726729?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/115826118422726729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=115826118422726729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115826118422726729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115826118422726729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-maybe-i-am-from-schulich-after-all.html' title='so maybe i AM from schulich after all'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-115792620877128546</id><published>2006-09-10T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:20:39.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school!</title><content type='html'>so its time for semi-regular updates once again!! and in this edition, my new life plan!! my new plan for this year is to fix my life, and so i'm going to try the following things:&lt;br /&gt;Financial:&lt;br /&gt;-ok so it appears i'm a bit of a shopaholic. so for my new financial health, seth and i have come up with a shopping goal: not to buy any clothing, etc. until after recruitment season is over (after i know where i'll be working for sure). this started out as a midterm related goal, but how sad is it to not celebrate getting a job somewhere?!?! very sad indeed. so after i figure out what i'm doing with my life, i can buy something. and then maybe i'll be so broken of the shopping habit, i can wait until christmas to buy something else. i'll have to keep you guys posted on this one, it might get rough in a few weeks when all the cute fall stuff comes out, and then goes on sale. YAY sales!!&lt;br /&gt;Physical:&lt;br /&gt;-so after my attempt and success at working out and getting healthy two summers ago, a crushing blow to my gym attendance--getting a job. snap. who knew that actually working instead of sleeping in and doing nothing could have such a negative effect on one's ability to make it to the gym? so this summer, i made it a grand total of like 5 times. so needless to say, i've given up on the gym. but that doesn't mean i've given up on health completely! for example, this year i will actually try to eat much healthier. starting with delicious vitamins, which are important when you're allergic to like half the natural sources of vitamins. mmmmpillllllls.&lt;br /&gt;-in addition to the vitamins, i'm currently trying to work in REAL CHICKEN to the diet regimen. can you believe it?! chicken that is not already seasoned, breaded, cooked, and frozen!! i feel better already! yesterday was my first attempt at cooking the real chicken, and i think it went pretty well! no salmonella yet! WOO!&lt;br /&gt;-water like mad. water is so good, and in addition to trying the whole 8 cups a day thing, i am also feeling the orange and apple juice. and not just any orange juice either, calcium enriched oj designed for people who hate lactose as much as i do! WOO! i am maaaaaaaaad hydrated right now!&lt;br /&gt;-green tea. so i hear it has lots of anti-oxidants or something, and i back that. you don't need to know anything about oxidants to hate them, kind of like people! also, if you start your day with green tea i hear its good for weight loss or something. anything to keep me from gaining my usual 15 pounds throughout the school year, and then having a heart attack at christmas when i have to see everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;-cereal as a substitute for other crunchy snacks, like chips, which are the devil. cereal = so much winning, because not only does it prevent me from eating chips, it also is very good for me (oatmeal crisp almond WOO! in related news, am i the only one who laughed outloud at the goatmeal crisp commercial? because i think it might be the funniest thing i've ever seen). also cereal allows me to have milk, because for some reason my body only rejects milk when i try to drink it, but not when it is integrated into a food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i'm not gonna lie, i wrote the first part of this at bronfman and saved the draft, and now i'm not too sure where i was going with it. the point is, this year should be much better than any other year. more studying, actually doing readings, and trying to live better. goodtimes all around. also everyone seems much nicer this year, which is exciting. i was actually genuinely happy to see everyone back at ssb, which can only be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one note for everyone. you need to watch greys anatomy, no matter who you are. this show is life changing. SO GOOD. and the premiere is sept. 21st, which due to poor planning is actually the night of the actg society dinner, but seth has assured me that tivo will be holding it for us so that we can watch it afterwards. AMAZING. also the music is sooo good, its done by the same girl as the OC, but without the forced, live-performance, baitshop crap that they were feeling last season. and more understated. and ellen pompeo is amazing, not to mention everyone else, who are also amazing but i just love grey so much. and i really hope all of these anorexia rumours are not true, because then it will be really hard to not be distracted by yelling "eat!!!" at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardcore recruiting starts today, goes until friday. soooo not looking forward to the entire situation, but at least i feel a little bit better going into it. still TERRIBLE though, i hate having to be all fake and competitive and nooooooonsense. but hopefully it will result in a job, and then it'll all have been worth it. so i think i'll probably nap, so that i'm all rested for pwc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize that this is the most disconnected, and probably the worst post yet. but its not my fault!! there was stapling to be done at the library!! so i'm sorry. next time i'll try to actually be, you know, entertaining or interesting or something. probably.&lt;br /&gt;kelly (no love for this post, but i had already written half of it! what was i supposed to do, just erase it? i guess so, but then it seems like such a waste)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-115792620877128546?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/115792620877128546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=115792620877128546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115792620877128546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115792620877128546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-to-school.html' title='back to school!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-115670730004726639</id><published>2006-08-27T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T14:35:00.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf?</title><content type='html'>ok, am i the only one who is concerned about beyonce? it appears that ever since she hooked up with jay-z, she has slowly been losing her fucking mind. and i'm not talking about public appearances or rumours, i'm talking only about the videos. WTF. in every video since their relationship started, beyonce has been wearing ridiculous outfits and dancing like shes having a seizure. its frantic, its scary, and its anything but sexy. i think we need to get her some help. meanwhile, jay-z seems to be keeping his cool, and having no issues with his girlfriend morphing from one of the most gorgeous women ever to a crazed lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post was supposed to have many words linking to examples of the outfits and whatnot, but i can't find clear enough stills to make my point, so i'll just link you to &lt;a href="http://www.bebo.com/FlashBox.jsp?FlashBoxId=1352211555"&gt;the video&lt;/a&gt; that inspired this post, so that you can enjoy for yourself. make sure you hold out until the hula skirt outfit, because thats when she really loses it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said no stills, but i'll have to make an exception for &lt;a href="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/9743/beyjay002ym7.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. this one is special, because not only is it a part of the mess that is the deja vu video, its also beyonce kneeling in front of jay-z and undoing his belt. do i need to see this? do i really want to know what goes on in the knowles-z bedroom? no i do not. as though beyonce didn't degrade herself enough in this video. no dice. the song is also about her being obsessed with jay-z. and are those gardening gloves shes wearing in the water? i don't know, but there are not enough words to express how confused i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to conclude, i think beyonce needs some sort of jay-z-worship rehab. i can't handle another video like this. &lt;a href="http://emmaria.blogg.se/images/beyonce_210421598.jpg"&gt;looks like even jay-z has had enough&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;kelly (NO LOVE for this, or many other similarly themed beyonce and jay-z videos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-115670730004726639?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/115670730004726639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=115670730004726639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115670730004726639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115670730004726639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/08/wtf.html' title='wtf?'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-115621440345504260</id><published>2006-08-21T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:42:25.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so many movies, so little time!</title><content type='html'>ok actually only two, and i have plenty of time, who am i kidding.&lt;br /&gt;movie one: snakes on a plane. now maybe you're thinking, whats with all the hype? i'm sure its just going to get my hopes all up and then when i see it i'll just be disappointed, kind of like napoleon dynamite. i have to say, you'd be wrong. and in the mockingly serious tone of samuel l., you'd be DEAD WRONG. among the great parts of this movie are:&lt;br /&gt;-cher from the tv show version of clueless. who knew she still existed?&lt;br /&gt;-really close up, extended shots of naked breasts (well really only one at a time) that make you feel really uncomfortable, although maybe if you're into breasts you'd be feeling it a lot more&lt;br /&gt;-needless, needless violence a la robocop extended edition (if you have not watched the additional, excessively violent scenes that &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/customer-images/1559408898/ref=cm_ciu_pdp_images_0/104-1311752-3730321?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;index=0#gallery"&gt;this version&lt;/a&gt; has to offer, you have not truly enjoyed this film). my god. if i was afraid of snakes, this movie would have ruined my life. i'm pretty sure that even snakes, epitome of all that is evil, are not THAT bad. dear lord. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;-the amazing script. now you may be thinking, the script is terrible. but no. AMAZING. if it weren't for this script, samuel l. would not have the opportunities that he does in this movie to be SO FUCKING HARDCORE. in addition, it is self-deprecating, which i appreciate on many levels. and here, for your reading enjoyment, is an excerpt from the movie, which exemplifies both of these perfectly:&lt;br /&gt;random guy: "what kind of plan is that? [i am not explaining the movie to you if you don't already know] he can't possibly ensure that the snakes will bite him"&lt;br /&gt;samuel l.: "he doesn't have to if he brings the WHOLE PLANE DOWN." (capitals to emphasize intensity, not volume)&lt;br /&gt;-that stewardess who i know was in something else, but damned if i can remember...oh i'll imdb it for you guys. &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0000523/"&gt;wow.&lt;/a&gt; i don't think i've seen any of that crap, but she really did look familiar.&lt;br /&gt;-samuel motherfuckin l.&lt;br /&gt;the whole package was amazing, and the audience was feelin it so 'aaaaaaaard that it was impossible not to enjoy it. take that, other groups of internet nerd fanboys! i'm actually pretty sure there is large overlap between all those groups, so maybe they're all celebrating, who knows. also i heard on the radio that it opened at number one this weekend, and i'm glad to have contributed to that. this movie once and for all proves the incredible power of the internet and message board nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie two: step up. sure, this was a shameless movie based almost completely on how hot &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm1475594/"&gt;the main guy&lt;/a&gt; is. i don't really have a problem with that. it also had an incredibly predictable plot, but you know what? hot guy + dance sequences = winning in my books any day. my only complaint was that &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm1564087/"&gt;the lead actress&lt;/a&gt; was really not that hot at all. it was actually distracting. and do not be fooled by that imdb pic either, maybe you should be picturing &lt;a href="http://www.musicvideobeauties.com/images/convention/rhino1.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; instead. or &lt;a href="http://www.tamaramovie.com/desktop_imgs/dektop_tamara_800_1.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. something is just...off. and it was distracting for REALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, two more weeks until school! i can't EVEN believe it, especially since my waitlists haven't come through yet and i'm starting to panic a little. looking forward to seeing everyone again though, even if its only for 8 more months *tear*. and that is definitely a sarcastic tear for most people, but there are a few people that will actually make leaving york really hard. and none of them are getting their mba, just in case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, i've gotta get to bed since work is murdering me every morning, but i'm actually going to try and update more often in the coming weeks, after i found out that some people actually are still reading! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (mad love for movies!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-115621440345504260?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/115621440345504260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=115621440345504260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115621440345504260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115621440345504260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-many-movies-so-little-time.html' title='so many movies, so little time!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-115540018610632300</id><published>2006-08-12T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T11:33:43.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i know, i know</title><content type='html'>it hasn't been a month since my last post, but i had to let everyone know about my new favourite site, &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/"&gt;go fug yourself&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In fact, it reminds me of something I once read on the subject of etiquette, which was that rules for social behavior don't exist to control people, but rather to make everyone feel comfortable.  I think we've all been in a situation where, say, you're eating a cheeseburger at Hamburger Habit and the sun is shining and the birds are singing and the boy you like called you and your skinny jeans fit and all is right in the world. And you look at the table across from you, and a woman is sitting there in too tight low-rise jeans and SERIOUSLY? You can see her entire butt and thong. And I guarantee you what happens next: every girl at your table reaches back to make sure that her own derriere hasn't made a break for it, everyone then quietly wonders if she can't feel the draft, and then everyone can't stop looking at her thong, but not in a hot way. In, like, a "should I TELL her that her thong is hanging out, or is she doing that on purpose?" kind of way. And then she leaves and everyone is relived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So save us some social angst, ladies who like to flash your panties on purpose, and cut it out. Because of you, none of us know whether or not the girl at Hamburger Habit is thonging it up on purpose or not, and therefore, we are unable to decide if it would be sisterly to hand her a sweater to tie around her waist, or if that would insult her. And all we really wanted was a cheeseburger. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING. daily updates (i think) with pictures of celebs making not-so-chic wardrobe choices. incredible. and the writing is hilarious. reminds me of myself, when i used to update, and have an audience...*tear*. ANYWAYS, go read it, i guarantee you will laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i've been at a client's all week and can pretty much tell you that being at a client's is not fun. especially when you're too scared to drive to toronto and you get a ride with a coworker, and then get stranded there all day because you don't have a car. no dice. but i am getting the maaaaaaad audit experience, so i guess i can't complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend should be goodtimes. tonight i'm headed to markham to visit diana and alana, who i haven't seen (together at least) since school ended, because i live in brampton and apparently am not worth the drive. boo. sunday i hope to see THE nikki bhatia, which can only be amazing. also i plan to continue the war on my house, attacking it first with a vacuum and then with lysol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright people, time to get it started with the vacuum, wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (mad love for the weekends off!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-115540018610632300?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/115540018610632300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=115540018610632300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115540018610632300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115540018610632300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-know-i-know.html' title='i know, i know'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-115457321959267771</id><published>2006-08-02T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:47:01.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG BIG UPDATES</title><content type='html'>alright, i obviously lose at updating. BUT, i have good reason this time!! i swear!!&lt;br /&gt;since my last update i have actually found a JOB!!! A REAL JOB!! at an accounting firm!!! AMAAAAAAAAZING!! one whos name i will not post here, since it just occurred to me know that that might not be a good idea for some reason. but STILL!! GUYS!! ACCOUNTING!!! ITS CRAAAAAAAAAAZY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and yes, for those of you wondering, this means i have finally left the 'ho...for now. i might go back at christmas, and unless you're paying off my visa bill, you can't judge me! in the words of an infamous tfc alumni, "you don't know me, you don't know my LIFE!!!". GOLD.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, my life is approximately 5 BILLION times better than when i was 'hoin it full time and crying myself to sleep every night. SO GOOD!!! also i am having much less of a panic attack about the horrible recruitment season next month. i'll still have to go, and BS, and kiss ass as much as i can, but i'll feel much better going into the whole process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in related news, my recent quitting of tim hos has left my weekends free, as my dad would say, "to party". YESYES folks, i'm all over the party scene now that i can sleep in. so let me know about all those keggers, raves, and whatever else the kids have been doing for the last 7 years while i've been pouring coffee!! i have a lot of catching up to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get an early start on the partying, winnie melissa and i headed to wasaga beach to celebrate my first weekend off. soooo good, even though it was maybe the worst weather i have EVER seen. BRUTAL. we tried going to the beach on saturday and got caught in a monsoon, and after feeling a few drops on sunday we gave up altogether and went home. still, such a good trip. getting crunk in our sick hotel (sharodon sands for anyone thinking of a trip themselves) and me actually going to a CLUB for the first time ever were certainly highlights. or lowlights, depending on how you think about it. clubs are SO not my scene at alllll. so skeeze. it didn't help that we were in wasaga beach, where apparently everyone has a ghetto-las-vegas attitude when it comes to hooking up and being disgusting in general. note to wasaga guys: lifting up a girl's skirt and violating her as she walks by will NOT get you anywhere but back in your hotel room alone, jerking it to whatever thigh you touched last. ew. an actual highlight? an amaaaazing little store on the way home (airport road WHAT!?) that has maybe the best fudge of all time. SO MUCH FUDGE OMG. SO GOOD. pics will be up soon on facebook so all of you can experience the trip (and the skeeze) for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i must go now since i have work in the morning and shouldn't have even posted this, but the guilt was becoming overwhelming. to all of you who say i cannot be reached, EMAIL ME!!! it is the only way that i communicate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (mad love for jobs! and FUDGE!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-115457321959267771?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/115457321959267771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=115457321959267771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115457321959267771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115457321959267771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-big-updates.html' title='BIG BIG UPDATES'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-115180894499402640</id><published>2006-07-01T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T21:55:45.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>go see a movie!!</title><content type='html'>if you're in the mood for action, and perhaps a little nostalgia, i recommend superman. if however, you're in the mood for hilarity and sitting in a smaller theatre, i recommend the breakup, which has been out for a while but is still awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, i figured since i hadn't posted in a while i'd have something to say, but i guess working at tim hortons is a lot more boring than i thought, if thats at all possible. i'll holla back when something happens i guess!&lt;br /&gt;kelly! (no love for the boring bdot life)&lt;br /&gt;ps: happy canada day everybody!!!! hope you're plans are a lot more interesting than getting time and a half!!! mad love!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-115180894499402640?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/115180894499402640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=115180894499402640' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115180894499402640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115180894499402640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/07/go-see-movie.html' title='go see a movie!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-115074352750499592</id><published>2006-06-19T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:58:47.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>enrolment, novospa, etc.</title><content type='html'>so, as anyone could have predicted, enrolment went terribly. not AS terribly as last year, when i didn't get into a single class on my enrolment date, but still. i got into 4 of the classes i wanted...so i'm half done. the rest i have to wait for waitlists and other crap, and i hope that they end up working out. i also hope that schulich realizes that putting all of the accounting classes in the winter and nothing in the fall is bound to cause trouble. because right now i'm enrolled in like 3 arts courses in the fall, and i don't want to have to go through with that. ALSO, they need to come up with a better system of assigning enrolment times. tanya enrolled one day before me, and got into every single class. NO DICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after enrolling nav and i went to novospa for my birthday! YAY! it was nice and relaxing and beautiful, and in yorkville, which was exciting. we ate at whole hearth bakery and cafe, in the same building as the whole foods market, and right across the street from novospa. it was all organic, which i guess would be really cool if you were a health food freak, but the food was awesome so i would recommend it to anyone. also, all of the ingredients are listed for everything, like ALLLLL of the ingredients, which actually turned out to be very helpful for my thousand allergies. corn avoided! dying at the spa avoided!....almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had had a headache before we got to the spa, and it disappeared for the most part during the massages, but then came back with a fiery vengeance after we left the spa. dear lord. by the time we were on the bus back home it was a migraine and i thought i was going to be sick. NO DICE. to conclude, i spent the night covered in tea towels and ice packs and shushing nav and his mom watching the jays game. to make up for this, i'm going to have to go to the spa again. since there are quite a few in yorkville, we are going to hit up a different one i think. i think i'm going to try &lt;a href="http://www.hyatt.com/gallery/stillwater/toronto/index.html"&gt;stillwater&lt;/a&gt;, since i'm pretty sure i've read about it in some magazines and its supposed to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, looks like i'm still on the hunt for a job. phil's friend burned himself with a blowtorch and was taken to the hospital, unable to complete the job hookup. sound unbelievable? i felt the saaaaame way. and by "felt" i mean "feel". it would still be pretty damn sweet if it worked out though, so i will remain hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, a soccer match of huuuuuuuge proportions is taking place. thats right. brampton vs. malton, north park secondary. be there or be square. or something. brampton all-stars include issac japal and &lt;a href="http://jtwiz.com/"&gt;j.twiz&lt;/a&gt;, while malton comes reppin' with such BIG names as justin kim, nav purewal, and the rest of ghetto malton. i plan on attending to cheer, however my loyalties are split with my hometown facing off against a lot of people i know more. thus, it will come down to who is doing better at the time. i don't mind rollin' like that, i don't even like sports! although, now that i think about it, i am swayed towards supporting bdot since i have that brampton flag lying around. we'll see. also, we'll see if this think even happens, i'll be surprised if it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in more exciting news, coop is coming home TOMORROW!!! AMAZING!!! it feels like its been soooo long, but reunions must happen SOONTIME!! and they must include delicious gelato!!! i'm very excited!! also, i wish i was going on a trip! i should go on a roadtrip soon, but alas, i am without a hot ride. segues, what!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betsie saw the light for a brief moment on saturday, as i attempted to leave shoppers world. serves me right, being at shoppers to begin with, i know. but anyways, pressing on the gas pedal no longer brought about acceleration, as i've become accustomed to. nono, it only brought about a very disturbing revving noise, and my car lurching forward uncomfortably. so i drove her home, four-ways flashing, at 30km/hour the rest of the way. it was her transmission, they said. now shes in paris, awaiting a transplant. until then, i'm driving the explorer. lets hope that another car with a viable transmission comes in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, i think i've written about everything (sadly) thats been going on with me lately. its now time to get all sporty and cheer for brampton...or malton!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (mad love for both!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-115074352750499592?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/115074352750499592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=115074352750499592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115074352750499592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/115074352750499592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/06/enrolment-novospa-etc.html' title='enrolment, novospa, etc.'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-114964213603846474</id><published>2006-06-06T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:02:16.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>spurned on by the recent commenting of all my homies, i must keep posting! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone should be thrilled to know that i got into pond again!! YAY!!! with shes again hopefully, although she hasn't come online so i'm not 100% sure! but oooomg so good! and in the same apartment and everything, across the hall from seth!!! SOOOOO GOOD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other AMAZING news, thursday is my day off because i have to enrol, and after that nav and i are going to &lt;a href="http://www.novospa.ca/"&gt;novospa&lt;/a&gt; for massages for my birthday!! YAYAYAYAY!!! and what makes this even better is that not ONLY did we get 20% off because of a promotion in loulou, we can also claim part of it on our health plans, meaning it'll be even cheaper!! AMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZING!!! now the only non-amazing thing is that i have to enrol before going, which might make me need a massage because i might have to FREAK OUT if i can't get into my courses. which i predict, after last year's debacle of not getting into a SINGLE COURSE on my enrolment date. NO DICE YORK. NO DICE AT ALL. fourth years get to enrol earliest though, so maybe that will give me the upper hand. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim hortons is making me crazy. yesterday i had to go to the doctor to get a note saying that i couldn't change the garbages at work due to my history of back injury. wtf. i haven't changed garbages in 3 1/2 years, since after my trifecta of car accidents made my lower back mad weak. but all of a sudden the ghetto bitches at work find out and they're all "nurr, its not fair that she doesn't have to change garbages, nurrrr" and then i get a wakeup call on my day off demanding a note. WTF OMG. i need a real job SO badly. this is also proven by my impressive wardrobe of business casual clothing, which now hangs sadly in my closet, without use. just think about it people--all those clothes, nowhere to wear them. i believe, if we all pitch in and work together, we can remedy this situation. actually, phil may have remedied it already, but i don't want to get my hopes up too high unless its a done deal. so as of now, i'l keep waiting and hoping that i will have a business casual gig sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i'm going to dinner with calvin. you may remember him from such incidents as "you know, you'll look much more cut is you slather yourself in preparation h and rubbing alcohol". he may be eating a steak for the first time today! KEG WHAAAAAAAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok hes here, so i have to go, but i'll update you guys soon!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-114964213603846474?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/114964213603846474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=114964213603846474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/114964213603846474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/114964213603846474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-114938322554062509</id><published>2006-06-03T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T20:07:05.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my sincere apologies</title><content type='html'>the last month has been a little CRAZY, and so i haven't had a chance to update. however, this does not mean that i have given up! onwards i say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so exams ended, and marks were posted, and i was pretty happy. for the schulich grade comparing obsessed, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;Contemporary Black Urban Music--A+&lt;br /&gt;Intermediate Financial Accounting II--A &lt;br /&gt;Auditing Standards &amp; Applications--B+&lt;br /&gt;Business Administration and the Law--A&lt;br /&gt;Behavioural Problems &amp; Issues in Orgn.--B+&lt;br /&gt;i was a little disappointed with audit, but on the whole very satisfied with the way this year turned out. maybe it had something to do with being able to eat and sleep without ulcers/chaos ruining my life. also studying. SO key. thankyou to jeremy especially, who taught me that when i study, i don't get 40% on things! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in work-related news, i had to quit my job at wonderland. did i mention i was working at wonderland? well i was. in revenue control, which seemed slightly accounting related. but sadly, it was not. it was mostly carting around huge bags of change and selling it to cashiers, which was wrong for me on many accounts:&lt;br /&gt;1) obviously i can't lift anything&lt;br /&gt;2) my lily-white skin burns with about 5 minutes of exposure to the sun, even when i'm wearing sunscreen&lt;br /&gt;3) i'm poor and can't afford like $80 of gas a week to drive out there&lt;br /&gt;4) my allergies to life were intensified once i reached farm country and had to WALK AROUND OUTSIDE WTF WONDERLAND I HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;so, even though it was a huge blow to my pride and self-image, i had to ask for hours back at tims. i know all of you want me to leave there, but i couldn't deal with wonderland any more. it was killing me. and tims is so clooooose. and sooooo air conditioned. sure its shitty, but only because i've been there FOREVER and still make close to minimum wage. but thats ok...its only this summer....hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enrolment is DAMN soon. i'm predicting another year where i am heavily dependent on waitlists for all of my accounting courses. which is stressful, since i would kind of like to know that i'll be able to complete all my CA courses. also i need electives. easy electives, preferably with attendance marks and no exam. thats how i like to roll when i'm taking non-business classes. so, if you know of any 3rd year or higher courses that are DAMN easy, holla back. even better if they're in the fall, because schulich is retarded and puts all of the actg courses in the winter. they shouldn't make us angry, we're their bread and butter!! respect, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of awesome uses of the word bitch, check &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3934651591022114445"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out (warning, this has obviously already been posted on navs blog. is there anyone who reads this who doesn't also read navs? he updates, i know. hes interesting, i know. its hard to compete with. also i don't think anyone reads this anymore, so hes definitely winning anyways. the point is, if you don't read his blog, you still deserve to see awesome xmen throwbacks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nav and i started our new mirvish subscription series on tuesday with Martin Short's Fame Becomes Me. after a series of disappointments, we really needed this one to be great, and surprisingly, it was! so funny, where we are used to ghetto old people humour that is mad weak. self deprecating = always a win with me. musically amazing, where we are used to screeching voices and unremarkable song choices. i would definitely recommend it, and i hope that this year's plays keep the bar high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an ending note, you guys are JERKS for not even commenting on my BIRTHDAY message!! well happy birthday to me! that was definitely a low point in this blog, particularly when i saw there was finally a comment and it turned out to be spam. no dice. i now only update this for alana, since she is stuck at work all day and needs things to read. hopefully she checks this and hasn't given up completely. i kind of hope that about everyone...i'd like to start updating again, but what if no one even reads!! pay attention to meeeeeee! ahhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;hahaa alrighty everybody, hopefully i'll post again soon! WOO!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (mad love for the comebacks!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-114938322554062509?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/114938322554062509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=114938322554062509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/114938322554062509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/114938322554062509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-sincere-apologies.html' title='my sincere apologies'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-114568928692917097</id><published>2006-04-22T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:38:20.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEE!!!</title><content type='html'>YAY! best birthday ever!!! seth, shesta, and mina gave me an ENGRAVED ipod shuffle!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"happy birthday kelly!! love s,s,m"!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;best friends ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;and soon, 8 hours of sweet sweet bronfman time, followed by dinner at alice fazooli's with nav!! AMAZING!!!! and then lunch tomorrow with the pond road crew!!! and then gelato eventually with alana!!! YAYAYAYAYAAYY amazing omg!!!&lt;br /&gt;also i bought a sick sick puma bag and i will post pics soon!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-114568928692917097?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/114568928692917097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=114568928692917097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/114568928692917097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/114568928692917097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-to-meeee.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEE!!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-114490548794758774</id><published>2006-04-12T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:18:08.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slow updates win!</title><content type='html'>ok i know they don't win, and i'm sorry. but somehow blogging seemed to be a lot of effort in my mind, even though its really pretty easy. also very cathartic, which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its exam break at york, and i have 2 more to go. 3120 was on saturday, and it was alright i suppose. i was freaking a little about the tax question, but steve is with me so its all good i guess! we'll see as soon as farrell marks them, which i'm sure will be soon, because she is a star at marking things. until then, studying for law and audit. well law, because audit is a joke. the midterms for both of these were flukes, and i did well which has made me very chilled about the finals. also 3120 was all i really cared about anyways, and its over. props to jere for studying with me for this, he wins so much at making me actually study for things instead of failing. well, i guess we'll see if i fail, but he definitely wins at making me study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a 92% on the dreaded music journals, for all of you who heard the horror stories about creating the project. i'm happy with that. i'm just a little worried about my mark, theres a significant portion up in the air and i'm uneasy about it. but on the upside, we got to hear kardinal offishal lecture to our class, which was AMAZING. shoutouts brampton!! yes, you heard me, kardi shouted out brampton on a freestyle track with socrates and choclair. "from scarborough to brampton"???? I THINK SO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still looking for work for the summer, hopefully i find something!! if not, my plan is to get out west and live like a bum with justin until i get kicked out by his roommates or disgusted by my own sloth. probably the former, since the latter hasn't happened yet, and its been a while. also, my plan for the summer is to return to the gym with a VENGEANCE. maaaaaaad love for bikini weather, as soon as i'm in bikini shape. which hopefully will be soooooooooooon. i started rockin the jergens natural glow today, so hopefully i will be less reflective by then also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm what else? i guess nothing, i'm going to try and update more often, so if i think of something else i'll holla back.&lt;br /&gt;love kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-114490548794758774?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/114490548794758774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=114490548794758774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/114490548794758774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/114490548794758774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/04/slow-updates-win.html' title='slow updates win!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-114332048052402846</id><published>2006-03-25T14:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:01:20.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE the throwbacks!!</title><content type='html'>hey y'all, what did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;i bet it wasn't as fun as what i did!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAYAY reunion dinner with brian highgate!!! AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;FIRST of all, WHO KNEW king station was like some sort of underground universe!?!? NOT ME!!! but brian knew, and this was important, because king is like a crazy neverending maze leading to the keg at the end of a long, long journey. but sadly, that keg might have a 45 minute wait and completely ignore you EVEN THOUGH you are wearing suits and look damn snazzy.&lt;br /&gt;this was a blessing in disguise, however, because it led us to another keg, which had a 30 minute wait, which led us to Le Papillon, this beautiful restaurant beside the keg. OMG. amaaaaazing. everybody speaks french and there are butterflies and trees and white lights all around, and fireplaces!!! SO GOOD! usually in restaurants i am attempting to look comfortable and stylish while in reality shivering and using my jacket as a blanket under the table. not here!!! it was so warm!! i was able to look so comfortable and SO stylish, trust me. or ask brian, trust he knows how stylish i was.&lt;br /&gt;i had some sort of mushroom fricasee and brian had some crazy st. catherine salad, and we both had filet mignon and shared a strawberry crepe for dessert. O. M. G. for REALS people, you need to go here. big ups to endives, apparently they are a vegetable, but who knew? brian again! anyways the food was amazing, the restaurant was amazing, talking about devanie was amazing, what more could a girl ask for? NOTHING!! to conclude, i love brian highgate. who doesn't? NO ONE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok on a less AMAZING note, i always knew schulich kids were sleazy, but they have reached a new low. that low is OB. now, i've heard people in my class cheating since the first quiz, but i haven't said anything. why? because i'm not a snitch, and i really didn't feel like getting people kicked out of the program. but just because i haven't said anything doesn't mean that i'm any less disgusted at the behaviour of my peers. for those of you NOT in lucas' class, let me explain. instead of having a final, midterm, or a group project, lucas gives us 5 bi-weekly quizzes, each covering two chapters. 30 multiple choice, based on the bolded terms, or definitions, from the textbook, and having nothing to do with his lectures. fair enough. and not only are these quizzes ridiculously easy enough to cheat on already, to help out those who would like to collaborate on the quizzes lucas leaves the room for long stretches of time while the students are writing. thumbs up for enforcing academic honesty lucas!! but what really bothered me, more than everyone cheating in my class was this: in one of the actg presentations, mark asked the class, if you were writing a test, lets say for example in OB, and the teacher left for 20 minutes, and you knew that if you cheated you wouldn't get caught, how many of you would still write it honestly? and how many of you would cheat? and HALF THE FUCKING CLASS proudly raised their hands saying that they would, and in all likelihood do, cheat. in fact, when we raised our hands to say that we would write it honestly, they called us liars!!! ACTUALLY, you motherfuckers are the liars. you JUST announced that to the entire class. not only do these people cheat, they're proud of it, and accuse honest people of being the liars. WOW. it is frightening to think that schulich promotes an image of corporate social responsibility, while accepting students like this and fostering a culture of cutthroat competition at any cost. business ethics? pleeeeeeeeease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, speaking of honestly, perhaps it is time to do some honest work around here! off i go!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (mad love for the highgate! no love for the ssb!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-114332048052402846?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/114332048052402846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=114332048052402846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/114332048052402846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/114332048052402846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-throwbacks.html' title='LOVE the throwbacks!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-114211618318880659</id><published>2006-03-11T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T18:37:35.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i know famous people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20060311.wprophet03111/BNStory/National/home"&gt;read all about it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nav and daniel dale are heroes! of democracy! and free speech! and knowing peter kent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/592/1600/Nav%20Daniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/592/400/Nav%20Daniel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, studying rules! what is UP with getting decent grades!!! YAYAYAY! my self esteem is FEELing it! WOO! shoutouts to jeremy who converted me into a studier this year, after i nearly failed 3110. bigups! i just don't know what to do with myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, the heinous music journals are complete. thank god. i have never been so happy to hand in an assignment. furthermore, swaraj mann is a maniac. 201 journals?!?! 201 pages?!?! WHAT!?!?!? mad props though, for the 1000% he is bound to get on that thing. if i do not get a decent grade, i will lose it. there were just too many nights spent working on that monster to end up with a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i am still as of yet unemployed for the summer. if you have parents who would like to employ me, you know how to contact me. please. shoppers drug mart = NO DICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, y'all know i'm at the library so i gotta go, but i'll hit you back on the fifth, if you know what i'm sayin&lt;br /&gt;love kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-114211618318880659?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/114211618318880659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=114211618318880659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/114211618318880659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/114211618318880659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-know-famous-people.html' title='i know famous people!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-114099584612174368</id><published>2006-02-26T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:17:26.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shoutouts to jon!</title><content type='html'>ok for REAL&lt;br /&gt;you know who needs to stop being jackasses!??!!? THE EMPLOYEES AT THAT EFFING SECOND CUP IN YORK LANES. you know who you are. theres a lineup out into the mall, theres plenty of you working, but instead of serving customers, which is may i remind your your PRIMARY FUNCTION AS A FUCKING FOOD SERVICE EMPLOYEE, you decide to take inventory, bitch to coworkers/previous customers about how sad your life is, or restock items that are clearly already over-stocked. PLEASE. i'm begging you, manager of this second cup, TELL YOUR EMPLOYEES TO SERVE CUSTOMERS. PLEASE. i'm on a fucking fifteen minute break from work. it takes five minutes to walk each way. i'd appreciate not coming back from my breaks late each and every day that i work. what is WRONG with you people?!?! i think sharon would have beaten us all to death by now if we were as slow and lazy as these employees. wait, not even lazy, since they are in fact doing work-related duties, just not customer-related ones. perhaps apathetic. yes indeed, these workers are apathetic towards the customers. and its totally cool that you want to talk about the music that you like, how bad your day was, or the other incompetant employees that you share your counter with. but WHY can you not do these things in between lineups?!? if you would just all concentrate your efforts at one time, there wouldn't even be a line! i promise! just try, once, for me! i'm not all hoity-toity, telling you my limo is waiting, urging you to speed it up a little because "i'm in a hurry". i feel your pain, i work in food service!! trust me, this is the only thing keeping me from screaming out in desperation as yet ANOTHER worker moves from behind the counter to talk with friends, wipe already-clean tables, or stock up the sugar that is already overflowing. TRUST. i know you don't care about the customers, several of whom i see each time i visit your location, who give up and walk away, not able to wait any longer. its not your money the store is losing, i know. but can't you see our faces?! thirsty, hungry, needing that jolt of caffiene before we start our days...we stand before you, desperate for your attention. please, just give it to us. this once.&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (NO LOVE for those motherfuckers.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-114099584612174368?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/114099584612174368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=114099584612174368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/114099584612174368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/114099584612174368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/02/shoutouts-to-jon.html' title='shoutouts to jon!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-113988613606697798</id><published>2006-02-13T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:02:16.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>reading week edition!</title><content type='html'>so first off, BIG UPS to nav for updating my links!&lt;br /&gt;in the blog section, we have a new link to Jon's new blog "you know who needs to stop being a jackass?", which is tres entertaining despite (or perhaps because of) his passionate-rage-induced spelling mistakes. very nice.&lt;br /&gt;in the comics section, for all of you who crave delicious distraction from schulich-related crap, there are two new links! the first is for jesus and mo, a wonderful comic if you enjoy mocking religion in all, or at least two of its most popular, forms. also very topical! thanks jon, for showing me this in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;the second is for Dr. McNinja, a fucking awesome comic about someone born into the McNinja family, who, to their dismay, became a doctor. originally linked from a newspost for questionable content, which is also awesome, and one of the original links! check check check check check check check it out! all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its reading week! WOO! i am happy despite york being the only school to have reading week this week, which means no fun times with any non-york friends! or york friends, for that matter, due to:&lt;br /&gt;1) a serious lack of york friends&lt;br /&gt;2) music journals forcing me to stay in every day and write&lt;br /&gt;no dice music class! i am attempting to write 200 of these things so that i can get a decent grade in this class, because for real i have to stop failing so friggin much. but writing 200 of them means looking up 200 sets of lyrics (at least) and finding album info for maaaaany albums, all of which have to be before 1996. no dice teacher. i think he needs to take a step into the 2000s, when rap actually became the dominant form of popular music. not this old school, first rap songs ever crap. yes there is some good stuff, but its so much harder! if it were recent i wouldn't have to look up every single song, i would know at least some of them already! argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i almost forgot! stalker news! to make a long story short, he was arrested on tuesday in the middle of a class presentation on charges of "primarily assault" after an incident at his home the week before. security thinks that the police will hold him for a pysch evaluation because they will sense his insanity, after which he might be charged. puuuuuuuuuuuure no dice with regards to this guy. i told them he had a problem, that it wouldn't stop with me, and they wouldn't listen. and now this has happened. i'm not surprised at all, and this sure hasn't bolstered my confidence in york security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i have applied to be a don. hopefully i get it! i will keep all of you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other other news, i bought a leather jacket! YAY! i'm happy, and you should be too. no "how many jackets could you possibly need?!?" comments here! NONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, tomorrow is valentines day! WOO! nav has class all day, and a midterm, so there will be no fancy celebration over here, but i plan on getting a lot of music journal writing in, which should be exciting! awwwwwwwwwesome! but happy valentines day to all of you, nonetheless! if you don't have someone to spend it with yet, check out craigslist. plenty of probably normal people posting to find someone to spend the day/night with. AND, as an added bonus, if you buy/sell something and find a job on there, you can say that it has improved every aspect of your life! just ask justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading week, the plan is to write several midterms and hand in a music journal, and then get to work on several group projects. and after that, we're done for the year! theres only like 6 weeks left! amazing! SO GOOD! and then we're all one year closer to getting the fuck out of there! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty i'm getting rambly again, and its definitely about time i start writing some journals. so i will leave you with this, a word cloud of my blog, thanks to winnie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/592/1600/kelly%27s%20blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/592/400/kelly%27s%20blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love kelly! (mad love for reading week!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-113988613606697798?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/113988613606697798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=113988613606697798' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113988613606697798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113988613606697798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/02/reading-week-edition.html' title='reading week edition!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-113885767474630790</id><published>2006-02-01T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:24:04.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hey y'allll</title><content type='html'>alrighty, so theres been a little too much controversy about the last post for my liking. too many people asking me who it was. i'm not a fan. like i said people, we wouldn't have this problem if i knew who it was. if i did, the exchange would've gone more like this:&lt;br /&gt;me: "hey, i know you love the library, and me, but its time to get the hell out of here"&lt;br /&gt;them: "hey kelly, hahaha, i've always liked you"&lt;br /&gt;me: "i know, i know"&lt;br /&gt;see? no problems! no attitude! no condescending bastard! but alas, it did not go like that, and so i have the rage post, and then i have a bunch of people asking me who it was. i can't help you. maybe you should ask the people you know if they are pricks, and then you will get your answer. THINK V-MARS PEOPLE!!! sleuthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, so in other news, another week is almost over. this keeps happening this semester, what up with that! so fast! just two more months and then smoooooth sailing into exams. granted, those two months are rife with midterms, group projects, and a HUGE goddamm music journal, but pay that no mind my dears. we'll all be ok. probably. this term is much better than last, anyways. SUCH a better schedule. note to self and everyone else: having two days of concentrated, 8-hour blocks of class is NOT better than having them spread out. nooooo way. it makes your body want to quit class and die. so i have much (L) for this semester, anyways, was my point. except for coop being gone, because he is SO key for having fun middle-of-class breaks. but alas, we will have to wait for fourth year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so rambling is fun! goodtimes! i know you all love rambling, don't lie. also, i need people to stop commenting to me in person, and start commenting on the blog. the blog yearns for the comments people. and you are starving it to death!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! i know what i can talk about! i discovered phone cards! AMAAAAAZING!!! i used to think before, bah phone cards, i don't want to spend $5 to get like 5 minutes!! but $5 actually buys me 263 minutes!! to BC!!! lucky justin, i know. he sure is lucky! and i've upgraded to the $10 card!!! so i have like, 600 something minutes!! WHAT WHAT!!! amaaaaazing!!!! seeeeriously i had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm what else? OH YES!!! i made another amazing craigslist purchase, this time a jacket! from a&amp;f! WOO! here is a pretty picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/592/1600/A%26F%20Jacket%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/592/400/A%26F%20Jacket%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of it in action! sweet, sweet jacket action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/592/1600/Picture%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/592/400/Picture%20123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy you canNOT tell me that jacket was not worth walking like 25 minutes in the bitter, bitter cold, and an $8 cab ride back to where we started. YOU CANNOT! its sweeeeeet. also, i am so lucky because the day after buying it was so warm! so i got to wear it! all the way to bronfman! YES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now that i've said something at least partially interesting kind of, i will sign off, and call justin (that lucky bastard)&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (mad love for the CL!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-113885767474630790?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/113885767474630790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=113885767474630790' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113885767474630790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113885767474630790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-yallll.html' title='hey y&apos;allll'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-113858650652062447</id><published>2006-01-29T19:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T20:01:46.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously</title><content type='html'>honestly now, i realize i work in customer service. but there is NO fucking excuse for what goes on in that library. i clean up your shit food garbage, which you are NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO HAVE, but i don't kick you out, i try to be nice, and then you leave it there for me to clean up afterwards. FUCK YOU STUPID IGNORANT SCHULICH PIECES OF SHIT. i hate ALL of you. and then, after fixing up all the books you fuck up, helping your ungrateful asses find all of the resources you need, you have the AUDACITY to fucking sit there until 8:05 packing up your stupid shit. i warned you at quarter to, i reminded you at ten to, and at 5 to i had to stand there and WATCH YOU make notes because you're too fucking lazy to move your ass downstairs to the marketplace, which you KNOW is open right now. then, not only are you fucking inconveniencing me enough by making me watch your slow ass, you actually tell ME what time the library closes. yes, i know it closes at 8, you fucking douchebag. I WORK HERE. I KNOW. i also know that i stop getting paid at 8. now i know you've never worked a fucking job in your life, so things like this might not be all that familiar to you. but i don't get paid to stand around after the library technically closes so that you can pack up your shit, which you should've packed up TEN FUCKING MINUTES AGO BECAUSE YOU ARE SO GODDAMNED SLOW. you wanna know why i have to stand there and watch you? because obviously you are too incompetent to listen to the announcements that we've been making for the last HALF HOUR. you have made no motions towards packing up. so obviously you cannot be trusted to leave on your own. the worst part of ALL though, is that I KNOW YOU. you're in my fucking year, you tool. the class you're making notes for? I'M IN IT. i see you every fucking day. couldn't you treat a fellow classmate with a little fucking dignity and respect? just fucking pack up your shit and leave without giving me the attitude. without giving me the "i still have 10 minutes" speech, and without questioning me as to why the library closes so early "when the students need it the most". FUCK YOU. i don't make the fucking hours, and if i did, we'd be closed on sundays. it is of course, the lord's day. talk to fucking  horvath about it if it bothers you SO MUCH that you can't spend late friday, saturday, and sunday nights in the fucking bronfman library. YOU ARE ALL FUCKING LOSERS.&lt;br /&gt;argh. heres the point people: its not what you say, but how you say it. these people are not apologetic, they are indignant. they are rude. and they treat me like shit under their heel. and it scares me to think that these people are eventually going to be business leaders. shitting on everyone that they think is below them. watch out fellow customer service reps, food service workers, and anyone else who might not wear a suit. when i worked at tims i thought it was just the elementary school drop outs from down 'ome who acted like this. and now i realize its everyone who has to make themselves feel big by making anyone they can feel small.&lt;br /&gt;kelly (no love for the ssb kids, what did i tell you about them? this is what i meant!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-113858650652062447?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/113858650652062447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=113858650652062447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113858650652062447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113858650652062447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/01/seriously_29.html' title='seriously'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-113741681635226211</id><published>2006-01-16T06:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T01:19:43.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>too much happening!</title><content type='html'>i've been gone for almost a MONTH?!? that is just not right. i will resolve to try and post more often, maybe every few days even, in this upcoming year, because i know thats how you like it, and baby, i'm here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost, COOP!!!! this source of happiness and sexiness for all at schulich has gone on exchange to england!! who knew!! and as i asked him, who will call my name and beckon me to tables when i'm on breaks from class now? WHO?!?! have an awwwwwesome time coop! YAY shoutouts! anne had a small going-away thing, which was awesome, because outside of school chills with the ssb crew are so severely lacking in frequency. pics will be up when i get them developed. speaking of which, DEVELOPED?!?!? WHO DOESN'T HAVE A DIGITAL CAMERA THESE DAYS?!?!? ONLY ME!!! this is truly a shame, especially for someone who loves photography as much as i do. i need a digital camera! i propose a "help kelly get a digital camera" fund, which all of you can make donations to every time you chuckle and/or smirk whilst reading this blog. you owe it to yourself. and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaand, who knew, FIRST SEMESTER IS DONE!!! woooooo! it went out with a very crappy bang, which we in the academic circles refer to as "exams". they went alright i suppose, with my amaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing managerial teacher charles plant (shoutouts!) giving us tutorials, my actual studying for 3110 (shoutouts jeremy!!), and my compleeeeete blowing off of 3000. FUCK 3000. if you are in schulich accounting, i beg you nto to take this course. so brutal. and so, since i know you're all dying to know, were the results (posted yesterday, see what happens when you take a month off?):&lt;br /&gt;3000--&gt; B&lt;br /&gt;3110--&gt; B+&lt;br /&gt;Intl Bus--&gt; B+&lt;br /&gt;4400--&gt; A&lt;br /&gt;i'm veeeeeeeeeeeery happy about things. and i realized, that the only time i ever feel inadequate or crappy about myself with regards to schulich, its due to comparisons with other people. so FUCK other people, i am proud of myself and my accomplishments last term, and hopefully i will be this term also. i'm sooo trying to pull off an A in music, i want it more than bears love honey, if you catch my drift. this was spurned on by my getting 98.7% on the first music test, due to a significant bell, due to the significant amount of 20s/89 achieved by my peers. no dice kids. but keep up the good work! swaraj, pritesh, and i thank you in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, what else did i want to say? it all seems so old news now. however, i would recommend that you all check out &lt;a href="http://heatherfink.com"&gt;Heather Fink&lt;/a&gt;, whos blog freaks me out on a regular basis due to her tendancy to be in my brain. most recently, the picture of johnny depp a la pirates not only mirrored my own tiny obsession, but that exact picture is ALSO MY DESKTOP OMG. i can't handle it. i had to stop posting, because i think at this point she'll think i'm making this stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the dockit (sp?)(is that even a real word? or is it a people's court exclusove?) for this term are:&lt;br /&gt;Law: no dice, boring teacher who refuses to post slides before class, no dice&lt;br /&gt;OB: quizzes every two weeks? i guess it beats having a midterm and exam...although it doesn't feel like it this morning&lt;br /&gt;Audit: ever wonder what an auditor looks like? MY TEACHER.&lt;br /&gt;3120: spurned ahead by my amaaaaaaazing 3110 grade (what did i get on that exam? like 150%?!), i am sooo motivated for 3120. additional bonus: HUGE emphasis on journal entries. you all know how much i love the J/Es. as justin says, the T stands for T-accounts. ohhhhh yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll hit you guys back as soon as i can, let you know how this quiz went, etc. i love you guys! especially coop! and diana is back! i got distracted before but yes! welcome back diana! and thanks for visiting me in the library! i know you *said* you needed bloomberg for a finance assignment, but it was pretty transparent why you were reaaally there.&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (love me again!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-113741681635226211?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/113741681635226211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=113741681635226211' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113741681635226211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113741681635226211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2006/01/too-much-happening.html' title='too much happening!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-113450627558649280</id><published>2005-12-13T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T14:38:00.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>how much do i love blogging instead of studying?</title><content type='html'>TOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although this year i'm really going to put an effort in to study, something that i have never done in the past. i'm gonna take it for a test drive, see how we do. if my exam marks are not significantly less ruinous than last years, i am quitting this studying business for good. i have two days until managerial, then three until 3110 (aka the bane of my uni existence), and then one until 3000 (like i give a flying fuck about this class anyways). although i squandered all of my time from when classes ended until now, i am determined to study both today and tomorrow for managerial, and actually get a good nights sleep, as opposed to my usual strategy of incessant napping until about 5am the morning of the exam. I WILL DO THIS!! YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYAYAY motivation! WOO! also i feel like a lot of this motivation has to do with the delicious tea i just finished. something about the cup, and the lid, and the PERFECT TEA OMG just makes me want to be happy. and also the delicious shirt i am wearing which is soooo soft which makes me happy too. i think i should be in some sort of business that has to do with senses...what is that called....tactile? or something? like, something where i get to feel and taste and smell and love things, maybe like one of those people who makes displays for stores or who buys fabric for things or like, a party planner or something! sooooo many things i want to do! damnit!! and none of them involve ledgers or crying! ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyways i am way too distracted by everything to write this properly, so i am ending it here!&lt;br /&gt;i love you allllllll (unless i don't love you)&lt;br /&gt;love kelly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-113450627558649280?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/113450627558649280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=113450627558649280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113450627558649280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113450627558649280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-much-do-i-love-blogging-instead-of.html' title='how much do i love blogging instead of studying?'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-113398352188951289</id><published>2005-12-07T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T13:25:21.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just when i thought york couldn't disappoint me any more</title><content type='html'>i get my fall bursary. now i've been waiting on this bursary, wondering "york. you see how little money i have. you send me a letter asking me to explain how i'm paying my immediate expenses if i have so little money. i provide the letter instantly. i don't hear from you. then, you send me an email demanding that i pay my balance or i will be de-enrolled. i write you back, begging you to not de-enrol me, as this would be ruinous for my academic year, and i am waiting for financial assistance in the form of york bursaries. you write back and tell me that you will only block me from enrolling further, not de-enrol me. i thank you. but why haven't i heard anything else from you? where is this supposed financial aid? are you secretly reading my email and laughing, because you know that no financial aid will be provided? are you finding my faith in the system naive?" apparently they were. because when i check my student account today i was met with a little surprise: $370. WHAT THE FUCK!??!! last year, my student account was fully paid off, and i received $140. which i laughed at then, but i figured hey, my account is paid off, how much could i possibly hope to receive? and this year, after paying nothing besides the required deposits, i receive $340. well thankyou york, that money truly made a dent in the ELEVEN THOUSAND DOLLARS that i still owe you. you assholes. you have had SEVERAL correspondences with me during which i have expressed my extreme financial need, and this is what you provide me with?! less money than i need to do my christmas shopping?!?! seriously. york financial aid is a bunch of jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i'm going to be eating out of dumpsters for the next few weeks, while i somehow try to avoid york breaking my kneecaps. damn you york!!! also, schools out! except for exams! what what! YAY! now i'm going to go sleep until lab and then go home!! HOME!!! for the first time since thanksgiving!! WOO! CLEAN CLOTHES!! YAYAY!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-113398352188951289?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/113398352188951289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=113398352188951289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113398352188951289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113398352188951289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-when-i-thought-york-couldnt.html' title='just when i thought york couldn&apos;t disappoint me any more'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-113315223325152612</id><published>2005-11-27T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:34:35.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>toooooooo complicated!!</title><content type='html'>omg what do i have to do to stop you crazy fuckers from finding me!?!? technorati is the devil! its waay to much work to hide my identity! this is ridiculous! people find this blog all the time through inappropriate searches!! so i've decided to say FUCK YOU!!! i will post things on this blog! perhaps things that you are not interested in reading! like things about history or geography!! and then i will laugh! because you will still find me through my gratuitous use of the words "fuck" and "schulich"!! which i will continue to write in between summaries of historical events! mwahahahha! so FUCK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so in all likelihood i will just continue to post here like always, and you know what, with each passing day i care less and less about stalker-boy reading it. this guy is FUCKED. SO FUCKED. he is going to be crazy whether he reads this or not, so theres not much i can do anyways. so whaaaaatever stalker! you cannot stop me from being happy and living like everyone else! fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i just realized that both posts ended with fuck you! i think maybe i'll start that for every paragraph! FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ok, so welcome to the best thing in my life recently: MELMAC!!! OMG. so you see a posting on craigslist, and its about melmac, and you think, i wonder what melmac is! so you email, and its this awesome vintage plastic dishware from like the 50s, which was probably outlawed due to its high lead content or something, but its turqoise, and it matches your dishes, so you say ahh, what the hell, and you email regarding the asking price. and the asking price is far above what you are willing to pay, and plus, you already have dishes! do you really need more dishes? no, no you don't. so do you write back turning them down? no, instead you tell them that if the price ever drops, to holla back. and then, weeks later, you're trolling the housewares postings again, in search of something you don't even know you want yet, and you see it! shining like a beautiful beacon in the dark dark night--MELMAC REPOSTED!!! she still has the melmac!! YES!! and you email again, asking the price, and are told once again, the asking price is far above what you are willing to pay for excess dishes. so you email her back, offering half of her listing price, and you cross your fingers. and you think, that perhaps if you were religious, you would pray. but you aren't, so you don't. you just sit, and compulsively check your email. and she writes back! and she accepts your offer! you feel like a champion...but only for a second, because didn't she accept your offer a little too fast? so you ask your roommate, who is going downtown, if she will pick it up for you, but not only that, you also ask her to haggle on your behalf on-site. and she agrees! it is truly a miraculous moment. so she goes downtown, and instead of finding a young girl selling some crap that she inherited, she finds an old woman, probably selling her belongings to make rent. but does she let this stop her from haggling? no, no she doesn't. this is because your roommate is a champion. kind of like you would've been, had you not been such a baby and just haggled over email. so she haggles. and the woman doesn't budge. but because you really want the mugs, your roommate agrees to buy them anyways. and just as she is leaving, the old woman throws in extra plates! for nothing! so now you have 5 cups, 5 saucers, and 5 plates! all for the $5 you had originally offered! she comes home and surprises you with the melmac, and you fall in love instantly. the smooth, light, turqoise plastic calls your name. you think of all the tea you'll br drinking in your matching cups and saucers. and your roommate tells you that if you want 10 more sets, the old lady will sell them to you for $8. but you can't bring yourself to do it. 15 cups? is that really necessary? and you admit, that however much you love tea, its really not. so, you settle on keeping your set of 5, and use them everyday, and think about buying 10 more, even though you know that you have no use for an extra 14 cups, since you can really only use one at a time anyways. and whats up with those plates, you haven't used those at all! but i digress. here is a picture of the beautiful goods, oh yah and the melmac. ahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/592/1600/Picture%2093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/592/400/Picture%2093.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it for now! catch you on the flipside!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (sooo much love for the melmac)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-113315223325152612?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/113315223325152612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=113315223325152612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113315223325152612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113315223325152612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/11/toooooooo-complicated.html' title='toooooooo complicated!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-113287028093830254</id><published>2005-11-24T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T16:11:20.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck! cake! fuck!</title><content type='html'>fuck! schulich! fuck! i mean, i had a great cake today, so that was nice, but then these schulich FUCKERS came and ate some without permission! holy shit guys. really.&lt;br /&gt;-love kelly, as seen by daniel dale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-113287028093830254?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/113287028093830254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=113287028093830254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113287028093830254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113287028093830254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/11/fuck-cake-fuck.html' title='fuck! cake! fuck!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-113236924854737582</id><published>2005-11-18T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T21:03:49.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ever feel like shit? i know i do!</title><content type='html'>ok, so it would seem as though my life is caught up in some sort of downward spiral, and i have no idea how to stop it. i feel overwhelmed and terrible and like my head is constantly spinning. i'm going to attribute this to a number of factors, which i will not discuss here because i am tired of repeating myself to people who don't really give a fuck anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it does not help my situation that at this time of year schulich decides to make us do 15,000 awful group projects requiring hours of group meetings, during which i am forced to update everyone on my current stalker situation, because for some reason i thought it would be a good idea to share my personal life on a blog, or an msn name, and now it is everyone's business. now i'll admit, totally my fault on this one, but somehow i'd prefer that only people who actually cared asked me about my life. if you're asking because you find it amusing, or because you're just curious, or because you enjoy that all of this is happening to someone besides you, or because you want a story to tell others, fuck you. and i totally get the argument, made by the one and only JP (shoutout!) today, that if i didn't want people to know, maybe i shouldn't be posting in an online journal. you're totally right. but heres the thing. when this started, people that i knew and liked and trusted to some degree were reading this blog. and they were all reading it in goodwill (insert price paid over market joke here). they had nothing but the intention of catching up with me when they read my entries. how do i know this? because the people reading were the same people that, had they called or messaged me that day, i would have shared the same stories with. people that i talked to anyways. ahhh the days before the technorati revolution, how i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, it seems as though enough unintended guests read my blog that it calls for a certain degree of censorship. and i hate that. the whole point of my posting here was to vent, occasionally be funny, and pretty much chill with my homies. in the past few weeks though, it has somehow changed into something that i almost dread posting in. i have to watch what i say, about who, and even though i don't even want to talk shit, i find myself feeling pissed off that i can't. i hate that i have to hear about my own business from people who don't even know me, who couldn't care less if something were to happen to me. yes, its online, it public domain, whatever, but its my journal! you know you don't know me! why are you letting me know that you read it! that is effing creepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the only reason i'm having a problem with this now is that things have generally taken a very dark turn recently. what started out as an annoyance has now gotten to the point that i am afraid to be in the schulich building, afraid to talk about it here, and afraid to be alone, even in my own apartment. and i know that these fears are probably not warranted, but something just doesn't feel right in the back of my mind. and i have to say, its something i'm not used to. fear isn't something i've had too much experience with in my life. sure, there were the chair-kickings and back-punchings in high school, but those weren't personal, and most of the time, were not directed at me or mine. and sure, there have been the occasional customers who took things a little too far, but i was always protected by the auto-close on the drive-thru window, so conveniently shutting out the requests for numbers and offers of a new career in escorting. but this is different. i feel actually afraid, and it is the worst feeling ever. and it is made even worse by all of the people who have made it their personal mission to know everything about the situation, despite not caring at all, and who feel as though it is their duty to offer me advice on what i should have done differently. thankyou, community at schulich, for being so supportive and helpful. oh no, don't offer to walk me home, that would actually be providing something that i need. instead chastise me for not telling him to fuck off. yes. you are certainly making me feel much better. or better yet, could you make some jokes about it? because theres nothing i like more than people making light of something that i take seriously. you're all really awesome. and this is not to say that i haven't also encountered some very supportive people who have actually helped me with the situation, because i have. but a few bad apples, yada yada yada, and i'm left with the over-riding sense of helplessness that i've had for the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i don't think i'll have any money by christmas. like, literally, i will have nothing. no money for my landmark anniversary, no money for my family's christmas presents, nothing at all. this has caused me an incredible amount of stress also, even though there is very little i can do about the situation. in addition, i have not heard back from york with regards to busaries, so i'm assuming i have been punked. perhaps they didn't believe the supplementary letter that i had to provide them in order to prove how little money i actually have. perhaps they just hate me. either way, i have about 11 grand that i'm assuming someone will want to collect at some point. if you see me with two broken thumbs and matching kneecaps, you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm debating starting up a new blog and using some sort of pseudonym for both myself and schulich, and linking only those people who i deem fit to read it. what do you think of this idea? a little too much? i think it might be, but this site might become un-updateable if a few more people start reading it.&lt;br /&gt;anyways y'all, i'm off to procrastinate further on all of these assignments so that i can freak out some more about how stressed out i am.&lt;br /&gt;kelly (no love for anything)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-113236924854737582?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/113236924854737582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=113236924854737582' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113236924854737582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113236924854737582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/11/ever-feel-like-shit-i-know-i-do.html' title='ever feel like shit? i know i do!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-113181527326175118</id><published>2005-11-12T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T12:35:42.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>people, please!</title><content type='html'>alright, so a few of the strange referrals i have been getting to my site have been figured out. it was revealed during a group meeting that one of my peers has indeed been &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/"&gt;technorati&lt;/a&gt;-ing "kelly schulich" and whatnot in order to find this blog. which is actually a good sign, because if hes the one doing it then it sort of means that it is less likely that it is my stalker doing it. which is funtimes. also, i'm assuming that if my stalker was the one doing it, and he actually READ the posts, that he would get the hint and stop. unless he enjoys the fame associated with kellyatyork shoutouts. which is kind of understandable, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to my next point. why the hell are:&lt;br /&gt;1) people so fucked up that they are searching for things like "webbed toes girl's pictures"?&lt;br /&gt;2) these same people SO STUPID that they click my site in an attempt to find these pictures?&lt;br /&gt;come on people. you can see its a blog. or is your weird web-toe fetish so blindingly powerful that you lose the ability to read? this is the same with all the "moms fucking" google searches that lead to this blog. YOU CAN SEE THAT THE QUOTE IS "fuck you, mom's work!"!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!! you HAVE to know its not a porno site, lets be real. and even IF, by some ridiculously small chance, you happen to be wanting to *read* about moms fucking, you should still probably be able to tell that my blog is not referring to that, but to my intense disdain for my mother's place of employment. for serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, my article came out in the insider! YAY! everyone read my interview! i may have been edited to sound like an idiot, but fear not! the message is still there! order my jewelry! YAY! hahaha also, there may be more *secret* news about the blog, i can't even mention it here! you will have to ask me on msn! imagine the secrecy! oooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm what else. last week i finished my remaining two midterms, music and international business. music went well, i think, due at least in part to SWARAJ MANN FROM TFC OMG. who wants a throwback? I DO!!! he burned the songs required for the test onto a cd for me, allowing me to actually hear them again before having to name them. i DEFINITELY would've bombed without him. i heart swaraj! YAY! speaking of tfc, i found a turner fenton math pencil in the library--which one of you crazy bastards has been in here planting tfc memorabilia? but seriously, who from tfc is both attending york, probably schulich, and using their math pencil in the library? and then leaving it here? it was a clue, i'm sure of it! and speaking of throwbacks, who has recently surfaced once again? thats right all of you mrs. rock and mr. raithby fans, its ANTON SMITH!! of hanspal and antar fame!! WHO THE HELL KNEW?!?! he disappeared from our lives, heading to texas to pursue his dream of becoming a country music legend, aka living with his dad, and we hadn't heard from him since. and now, we have all been reunited through the magic that is facebook. gotta love it! i know i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i really had something else to say, but it was disrupted by a CRAZY LIBRARY PATRON yelling at me about how she pays tuition and thus should not have to pay her fines. hurrah! i heart customer service, have i ever told you? ohhhhhhhhh yah. oh! perhaps i was going to talk about my ibus midterm after talking about my music test, but i was distracted by the throwbacks and whatnot. but the midterm went alright, online practise tests are sooooo key!! they completely eliminate the need to study! or, i hope they do, since i'm not sure how i did on that test quite yet. eeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;ok, my time on desk is done, i'll holla back later!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly!&lt;br /&gt;ps: hopefully crazy mcmurder doesn't come in today, i'll update if something happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-113181527326175118?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/113181527326175118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=113181527326175118' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113181527326175118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113181527326175118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/11/people-please.html' title='people, please!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-113138255984726098</id><published>2005-11-07T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:47:47.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ok so sometimes, i lie</title><content type='html'>ok so i'm sorry if my msn name, which had promised an update, was temporarily a pulpit for my lies, because it really was. but the thing is, when you pull all-nighters and then promise to blog after you are done the work for which you are pulling said all-nighters, the chances of you actually blogging after the work instead of sleeping, or dying, are very slim. now if you couple said tendancy to sleep with, for example, ruinously failing (45%) a 25% midterm for one of your core classes, the chances of a new blog become almost nonexistant. because then, instead of just sleeping because you are tired, you will be sleeping to escape the inevitable "how did you do?" and "oh don't worry, you can pull that up" and of course "WOW! was it THAT BAD?!?!". damn you schulich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, about the conference! i went to the national women's conference last weekend to work at a booth for celestial seasonings, which is a tea company which makes specialty teas. i was giving out tea the whole weekend! it was like my dream job! and then, at the end, i got to take home some of the display with me! this was better than getting paid, by far. here is what i picked up, for free, over the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;-a big teapot, with a matching big mug&lt;br /&gt;-a teddy bear wearing a celestial seasonings nightgown and cap&lt;br /&gt;-an apron&lt;br /&gt;-14 boxes of tea, including two jumbo boxes (sleepytime and lemon zinger!)&lt;br /&gt;-2L bottles of both allen's apple juice and ocean spray cranberry raspberry juice&lt;br /&gt;-a jar of tomato soup, which was apparently bottled fresh!&lt;br /&gt;-a thing of salsa, from the same people, which was also fresh! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;-many, many samples from the other booths, including a copious amount of cadbury thins, both in dark and milk chocolate (deliiiiiicious 100 calories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, things i bought over the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;-delicious seasoning to make bruschetta (just add tomatoes! YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;-delicious honey and cinnamon spread, although i'm not sure what i can eat this on, since it was sampled on crackers and i'm not sure i would do this at home&lt;br /&gt;-a pink jacket made from recycled saris (thus i am very cultured and you will respect me more! RESPECT!)&lt;br /&gt;-i think that is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was a physically tiring, but awesome weekend. i got to talk to a lot of ladies about tea, most of whom were much less crazy than i had expected, and give out a lot of samples, which was goodtimes too! and the people from the celestial were so nice and awesome and invited us out to dinner, which i had to decline because i had to rush home to do the halloween thing with my floor. which brings me to....the halloween thing with my floor! so heres the deal. the atkinson building is a graduate residence, and so the people living there are a little older, and some have children. the people from this building have apparently been filing complaints about residents from my building WALKING PAST their building and making too much noise, which is disturbing their children. now set aside the fact that there is no way to determine WHO IS WALKING DOWN THE STREET AT A UNIVERSITY, we also have the compelling argument that even if it WERE just our building, it is OUTSIDE!! it is the STREET! you cannot stop people from making noise as they walk outside! this is preposterous! so anyways, being the nice people that we are, we decide to offer an olive branch--we will decorate each of the two common rooms on every floor so that their stupid disturbed children can come trick-or-treat. ok sure. so every floor does this, and makes haunted houses, and carves pumpkins, and gets candy to give to these little bastards, and how does atkinson repay us? ONE KID COMES. one kid?!?! out of all your stupid brats that are constantly awoken by the sounds of walking? ONE?!?! you mean each floor spent $120 decorating so that your one, UN-DRESSEDUP kid could walk through and take a piece of candy?!? you have got to be kidding atkinson, theres other kids on the way right? right?! no, not right. ONE KID. in my house, 20 of us dressed up like pirates and put on a whole production so that this one kid, who was dressed normally but wearing a PAPER CROWN THAT ANOTHER FLOOR WAS GIVING OUT could have the halloween experience. damn you atkinson. then, to make matters worse, the dried leaves that each floor had decided would really add the the whole *halloween* ambience caused some sort of allergic response in my lungs and within minutes i was swollen and not breathing and looking as though i had just been dumped. which was the sentiment echoed by the concerned women in the washroom at milestones, where a few of us went to eat afterwards. yes, these women began comforting me as though i had just been through some sort of tragedy, and clearly did not buy my "allergies" excuse. &lt;br /&gt;me: "um yah, people brought leaves inside, and then walked on them, and that must have put a lot of allergens in the air" &lt;br /&gt;them: (questioning look)&lt;br /&gt;me: "no really, seriously" &lt;br /&gt;them: "are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "its just allergies, i promise"&lt;br /&gt;NO DICE HALLOWEEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, i now forget if there was something else i had to talk about, since all i can think about right now is the INSANE amount of work and midterms and awful crap that ssb is throwing at us in the next few weeks (also: months, years). OH! i wanted to once again shoutout &lt;a href="http://heatherfink.com"&gt;heather fink&lt;/a&gt;, for being inside my brain so much it is scary. sly? did you actually blog about SLY!?!?! its beginning to be a little too much. if this happens again i'm going to have to move to hoboken and beg her for the assistant job. i heart heather!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH, and also, stalker alert!! another sighting has been made: this saturday, creepy mcmurder is all "ohh, what are your plans for this weekend?" and "ohh, aren't you cold wearing only a t-shirt?" AHH!! AHH!! you're fucking creepy!! so then on sunday i called in the reinforcements (stevie) and wore the baggiest clothing i had. no sightings were made. also, my boss has finally been informed of the situation, so shes going to try and figure something out for me. also, she has his name and so do several of my friends, who i have instructed to act with vengeance should anything happen. i must be avenged! push for the death penalty guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think thats it. if you see me around and i'm talking to a brown guy who looks like hes about 35, someone please rescue me. getting murdered is NO DICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (sooo much love for the tea conference! woo!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-113138255984726098?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/113138255984726098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=113138255984726098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113138255984726098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113138255984726098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok-so-sometimes-i-lie.html' title='ok so sometimes, i lie'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-113047593067064880</id><published>2005-10-27T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T01:11:24.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>he was injured, injured bad</title><content type='html'>ok everyone! despite a RUINOUS midterm on tuesday, there have been some AMAZING things going down in kelly-land! lets see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) OMFG. my dad's company had a scholarship thing, and i filled it out, and expected NOTHING, and then this week a letter came. my dad called me. he told me about the letter. he obviously wanted to open it. the phone line was CRAZY with anticipation. mostly from him. i, of course, have given up on everything. but then, a glimmer of sweet sweet dolla bill light in my otherwise dark-with-poverty life--A $2500 US SCHOLARSHIP!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! WHO'D HAVE FUCKING THOUGHT!??! NOT ME!!! WOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i was interviewed for the insider! now some of you might say, hey wait, the insider, isn't that the paper that you constantly mock? and i would have to say yes, yes it is. but ladies and gentlemen, they have a term for this in show business, and that my friends is selling out. would i whore out my beliefs for a shoutout in a newspaper? yes i would. i'll do almost anything for flattery. but anyways, enough about my moral shortcomings, and back to OMG SHOUTOUTS IN SCHOOL PAPER OMG!!! YAY! everyone read it! YAY! and put it on your fridge! YAY! i hope they don't edit my words to make me sound dumb, because that would hurt my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) so theres a meeting on my floor in residence, and apparently there are elections. and apparently they need a treasurer. is anyone else excited? no, only me. so i get elected treasurer for my floor! WOO! this is awesome! my ten second speech defeated another girl's ten second speech during which she bragged about being a financial genious and running her own mutual fund which has paid for her university. alrighty then richie rich, now that you've made us all hate you, i'm sure you're going to get those votes. what the hell? you're pitching to a bunch of BROKE STUDENTS!!! anyways, i'm happy that i get to tally my floor's receipts every month, and make excel spreadsheets if i'm really lucky. i love me the excel, i'm telling you. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) daniel dale just sent me this: &lt;a href="http://www.people.virginia.edu/~rof2p/InjuredBad.mov"&gt;http://www.people.virginia.edu/~rof2p/InjuredBad.mov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had originally only intended for three bullets, but once you see this, you'll understand why i had to make the fourth. amazing. it will make your life 10,000 times better than the paul anka thing. and that is MUCH BETTER!! shoutouts to daniel for making my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, in other news, i'll be working at the toronto women's conference this weekend handing out delicious tea samples. everyone should come! especially if you like women, tea, or visiting me while i'm at work. don't pretend like you come to the library to study all of you!! its alllll me. also, i think i might love &lt;a href="http://heatherfink.com"&gt;heather fink&lt;/a&gt;. her post AFTER the post i linked to was talking about how much she hates UGLY UGLY louis vuitton purses, and i once again agreed so much that i wondered if i was my own person anymore. i couldn't bring myself to comment, as then my love would have been exposed. i'm a little concerned. maybe i'm just jealous, since i will probably never own one, but come on people, do something else with that money. buy &lt;a href="http://www.jdsports.co.uk/uploads/products/std/2491_32985.jpg"&gt;lacoste shoes&lt;/a&gt; for god's sake, just stop the insanity!! also, i'm sorry if my being poor and subsequently bitching about it bothers you, particularly if your name is coop and you're tired of hearing about it, but its just where i am right now. i'm poor, it sucks, and i can't pretend otherwise. but maybe i'll try to tone it down? thoughts? anyone? holla back!!! also, what do you guys think of all the links? likey? i hope so!&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm going to bed. i have to stand and give out tea all day tomorrow, and saturday, and sunday. hopefully i'll see a lot of feminists and i'll get a good laugh out of it. i'll tell you guys the good stuff, no worries!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (maaaaad love for the babies in commercials!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-113047593067064880?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/113047593067064880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=113047593067064880' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113047593067064880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113047593067064880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/10/he-was-injured-injured-bad.html' title='he was injured, injured bad'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-113009391797408005</id><published>2005-10-23T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T13:58:37.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so i don't have much time</title><content type='html'>as i'm about to be kicked off the desk, but instead of trying to summarize all of my feelings about the recent MBA dramas and subsequent escorts home i've been forced to rely on, i will refer to you &lt;a href="http://heatherfink.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;this woman, in an eerily coincidental way, has described nearly exactly what i'm going through, despite having no connection to me or my plight. if i could somehow print out and distribute her sentiments to the entire ssb mba class, beleive me i would. i can't handle it anymore, mbas. please. read. stop.&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (no love for the stalkers, though)&lt;br /&gt;ps: i promised coop a shoutout for getting me smashed on thursday, after a particularly trying night. love you coop! much love to everyone who came as well! YAY seeing people outside of school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-113009391797408005?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/113009391797408005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=113009391797408005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113009391797408005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/113009391797408005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-i-dont-have-much-time.html' title='so i don&apos;t have much time'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-112896887036168827</id><published>2005-10-10T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T13:27:50.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful! a day late! or is it?</title><content type='html'>alright, so i realize that about 98% of what i write on here is bitching about things in my life. schulich, work, massive amounts of rejection, etc. not so much people because they might stumble across it, but still, a lot of bitching. so now, i will make a list of things i am grateful for. it may be short, i haven't really planned this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) a boyfriend that supports me completely in anything that i do, and fights me when i don't support myself. also, he makes me listen to music that doesn't make people groan or laugh when i tell them i like it. this is soooo key. oh! and also his mom is great, and teaches me mom things and gives me tomatoes, and i love her. so i am thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) a great group of people who still talk to me from high school, despite long distances and lots of time passing, these people just get better with time. did i mention we went BOWLING on saturday?! you just can't beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) being able to meet awesome new people in university, despite attending a school full of jerks, and having them be the best support system ever. although they are few, they are FIERCE! watch out! but seriously, mad love for the ssb kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) beads! i now have the beads back in my possession, and i am thankful for that. i just love the beading! i can't help it! this may lead to a LOT of degeneracy with regards to schoolwork, i'm not gonna lie. but if any of you want anything, holla back! making things for other people is always better than making myself yet ANOTHER piece, which i will definitely be doing anyways. anyways i will also give shoutouts to winnie here, because she taught me how to do all of this, and without her i definitely wouldn't be thankful for the beads. SHOUTOUTS!!! also shoutouts to her for driving way the hell out to york to drop them off, and for eating appetizers with me. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) my new roommate, shesta. now, for any of you that visited me last year, or read this, or spoke to me at ALL, you probably remember the chaos i was living in. awful awful awful. calumet, with its deteriorating furniture and you know, WALLS, was not exactly the greatest. but this year, with amber gone to western, i'm living in pond with shesta. soooooooo much better! first of all pond is the SHIT, so nice, so new and sooo clean. and secondly, i don't think i could've matched myself up with a better roommate. sooooooo good! we both love the cleaning and the being considerate and the generally getting along really well. amazing. and she asked me if i want to live with her next year. YAY! OMG YES. so i am very thankful for that this year, because if i had to deal with another last year, i would've dropped out by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) daytime tv. living on res can be hella boring when you're avoiding doing any work. but maury, montel, oprah, and my personal favourite, dr. phil, keep me entertained and completely unmotivated on a daily basis. i love you guys. and stop the hate on dr. phil! he is awesome! sure, he might be kind of backwards and traditional and religious and waaay too family oriented sometimes, but he is DAMN entertaining. and the people WANT to be there. they want his advice! so eff off if you don't like it, just stop watching!! &lt;3 phil, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this has degenerated into being thankful for tv, so i'm going to end it here. if there is something i missed, just call that out and i'll tell you whether or not i'm thankful for it. i was going to balance this list with a list of things i'm NOT thankful for, but instead i will not ruin the thanksgiving mood. also, none of you fuckers commented on the paragraphs or ANYTHING ELSE!!! damn you guys. i know sandeep appreciates the paragraphs though, so theres no turning back now. i've also received the suggestion that i should start capitalizing. now before all you schulich kids start crying and wondering what my expenses are and whether or not gaap would agree, i think jon meant using capital letters. so calm down. but i reject this suggestion, as it is too much work and pressing of the shift key for me, and it might give off too much of a formal impression for a blog like this. so no love for the capitals. but MUCH LOVE for everything else! happy thanksgiving everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-112896887036168827?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/112896887036168827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=112896887036168827' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112896887036168827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112896887036168827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/10/thankful-day-late-or-is-it.html' title='thankful! a day late! or is it?'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-112844221938892328</id><published>2005-10-04T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T11:10:19.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh memories of the summer, how you've come back to haunt me</title><content type='html'>alrighty, so to everyone who heard that the pwc interview went well, we need to be scratching that right about now. RE-JECTED. echoes of every job i applied to last summer are all around me. but thankyou anyways pwc, for making me feel like i had a chance and not being assholes at all. that was nice. the food, the drinks, the mingling, i bet we all felt pretty good about things. and wishing me well with my jewelry business? now that was a classy touch. i suppose i'll need to do well with my jewelry business, considering that its going to be my only income for a while! AWESOME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THEN, i get the call from tanya this morning that kpmg has sent out interview requests. and i check my email, and it is eerily empty. well then, i guess that counts as yet ANOTHER rejection. thats just awesome. the only firm i actually thought i had a chance with rejects me. grrrreat. this gives me high hopes for next summer. ohhhh yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick, rejected, and my life is falling apart. if you're really my friends you will assist me in getting RIDICULOUSLY drunk tonight. alana, coop, dale (for observational purposes only), this means you.&lt;br /&gt;kelly (no love for anything right now)&lt;br /&gt;ps: i now have in my possesion a pwc mug of rejection. i cannot drink from this mug, as it kind of makes me want to die. perhaps there should be some sort of contest with this mug? who wants it? its pretty awesome, except that it is a symbol of my constant failure and rejection. sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-112844221938892328?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/112844221938892328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=112844221938892328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112844221938892328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112844221938892328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-memories-of-summer-how-youve-come.html' title='oh memories of the summer, how you&apos;ve come back to haunt me'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-112828915127157804</id><published>2005-10-02T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T16:39:13.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck at bronfman</title><content type='html'>hey everyone, sorry i am so slack with the updates, but the lack of comments really affects me! damn you! stop commenting to me in person, on the phone, or on msn and comment in the comment section!! how are the other bloggers in this community going to know how cool and awesome i am if they can't see all of the comments!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allllright, enough bitching about the comments! time to bitch about something else! so many topics, so little time! slash, so MUCH time since i'm at my joke of a job in the library and all of my coworkers have apparently decided that work isn't really their thing today, which means i've been on desk for many hours straight and will probably be for many hours to come. what the fuck. but i can't really complain, because if it wasn't for their shitty work ethics i would be walking around in the stacks looking for work to do right now, instead of blatantly doing nothing while waiting for the next library card to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to try paragraphs today, in the hopes of making the huge blocks of text easier to read. are you feeling that? i bet you are! delicious topical blocks of text....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright again, what should we discuss? how about that i have a week off due to rosh hashannah (sp!)!!! goooooooooooooooo jews! wicked! i love york! in this week i planned on getting a lot done, but i can tell you, 4 days in, that nothing at all has been done, or even started, or even thought about. i DID however, do several fun things this past week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: MIA show at the phoenix! mia is by far the best sri lankan grime artist i have ever heard. and just because she is the only one i have ever heard does NOT discount her amazingly grimy abilities. quoteable quotes:&lt;br /&gt;1)MIA: "Where all my tamil people at!!!?!" &lt;br /&gt;Front third of audience: "WOOOOOOOOOO!" &lt;br /&gt;MIA: "All of you can meet me at the bar after, even if you're at home bootleggin my shit!"&lt;br /&gt;2)MIA: "I just sold this next song!! to a COMMERCIAL!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;Stupid anti-establishment indie kids: "booooooooooooooooooooo!" &lt;br /&gt;MIA: "Hey hey hey, it was a Honda commercial, and this is the way i look at it: There are 200,000 tamil people in toronto, and at least 100,000 of them drive a honda!" &lt;br /&gt;Tamils: "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"&lt;br /&gt;3)Random in crowd who poured beer on me: "oh shit! sorry!" fucker.&lt;br /&gt;Also making the show one of the best i've ever seen was this random who jumped up on stage and started dancing, only to be bodychecked back down by security, only to be helped BACK UP by mia, so that he could continue dancing for a good five minutes before being escorted off by more security. this guy is my hero. AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Les Mis at the Royal Alexandria, the first play in the Mirvish subscription series. sooooo amazing. highlights include the girl who played baby cosette, and was possibly the best singer i've ever heard, and the guy who played Jean Valjean, who was quite possibly the Che we experienced in Evita. ohhhh evita. Les Mis blew last years plays out of the water, and i'm sure the trend will continue with LORD OF THE EFFING RINGS OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Metric at the Phoenix! highlights included driving down with alana instead of walking through the slums of sherbourne, meeting NIKKI BHATIA OMG and sitting on the phoenix floor after attempting to crouch and having no co-ordination skills whatsoever. OH YES! and we also saw turner people! these people included, but were not limited to: brown simon, eleni's ex boyfriend jason (sp?), and that black guy who sang redemption song at the bistro show and now works at michaels, meaning that he sees me and my degenerate bead purchases every week. halfway through the night brown simon was sent over with a message to nikki: "did you go to turner? we remember you." how fucking creepy is THAT?! also, emily haines is fucking amazing and if i have to endure one more show with those freakin hips of hers, i am going to snap and turn into a very embittered lesbian. also she crowd-surfed FACE DOWN!! that woman is my idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Serenity premiere!! SOOOOOOOOOO GOOD!!! everyone you must go see this movie, it is amazing and will change your life. or at least your view of every other movie you have ever seen!! WHAT WHAT!!! i maintain, and i so have backup on this, that it is the best movie ever made. for REALS. if you want to watch the series, it will make the movie EVEN BETTER, although that is hard to beleive because its just fucking amazing on its own too. if you need someone to go with, i will go with you. alana and i are already going, you can get in on that action if you ACT FAST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday (aka yesterday): although i had big plans to see Architecture in Helsinki at Rancho Relaxo, the concert was cancelled. bummer, although this did give me more time to procrastinate on all of those assignments that are due next week. YES! also i seem to have contracted nav's disease, whatever that was, because my face hurts a lot. damn you sinuses!!! also this day was filled with rage at work, but i've told too many people to make writing it all out relevant. damn having a three person reader base!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: today was fun. hell, it still IS fun! i'm still on desk, surprise surprise, and more and more library cards are being created by the minute. yes, i know your card has expired, it does that every year. no, you cannot update it over the phone. yes, i am aware that you cannot access the online resources without your updated card, that is the point of the whole having a vaild card concept. no, i cannot update it without your sessional card, the library card IS YOUR SESSIONAL CARD YOU TOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...i have an interview tomorrow, we'll see how that goes and just how sick i am before having to meet with this guy. i'm predicting no results, but that is just so that i'm no disappointed, y'all know how it is. also, my idea for an advice column based on the OC was shot down by the editors of the terrible schulich newspaper. so THIS is why the paper sucks so much! now i understand! any attempt at creativity is told that it doesn't appeal to a wide range of readers! yes! its allllll coming together. this must be why i never read the paper! fuckers. my only attempt at getting involved at schulich has been put to an end. you tried coop, you tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its now time for me to get back to doing nothing, in true bronfman style. hopefully i will force myself to get some work done over the next week or expect a nervous breakdown the week after. &lt;br /&gt;love kelly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-112828915127157804?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/112828915127157804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=112828915127157804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112828915127157804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112828915127157804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/10/stuck-at-bronfman.html' title='stuck at bronfman'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-112702089716885040</id><published>2005-09-18T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T00:21:37.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>craiglist has increased my degeneracy significantly, at least</title><content type='html'>ok, so if you've talked to me in the last few weeks, you know i've developed what can only be called an obsession with craiglist. this started when justin suggested i post some of my crap up there for free, in the hopes that i could clear some of it away. i did this, but then i noticed that there were other posters, with other crap. i covet this crap. and the more i refresh and read the new postings, the more i think to myself, i have room for a dining room set, right? i mean, $80!! how can you say no!?! IT CAME WITH A RICE COOKER!!! its just sick. for anyone who is interested, the website is craigslist.com, and there is a toronto section, but don't say i didn't warn you. the real reason that i started this post was to link you to this:&lt;br /&gt;http://toronto.craigslist.org/about/best/det/94074271.html&lt;br /&gt;which is a post that kept me loling by myself this saturday night, although i don't blame the list for that, i blame the fact that only me and cooper are up for fun. damn you everyone else!!! a/w, read it! love it! and just stay away from the furniture section, it will only cause you strife.&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i would not recommend the fish and chips from ikea. stick with the &lt;$1 items, they've never done me wrong. AND, omg the york bookstore is SO on the list after today. heres the backstory: my IBUS teacher, who apparently is unaware that everyone in his class is only taking it for filler and because they couldn't get into real classes, assigned like 5 chapters of reading the first day. and it was my only class for the week, so i thought "great! i can actually do these readings! i will start afresh with this year!" but then unitext and the bookstore decided to say "FUCK NO!" so instead i continually went back to the bookstore only to be met with disappointment. then, in class wednesday, i find out that somehow EVERYONE ELSE has got a copy of the book--WTF!? so once again i go to the bookstore at every given opportunity, only to be met with an empty shelf. so i went for the final time today, with kevin and his sister, and kevin suggested actually asking the staff. and when we did, i nearly blacked out with rage: apparently the books came in on the 12th, but were never unloaded. WTF. so i've been checking the shelf for nothing? because your ONLY FUCKING JOB IS TO PROVIDE THESE BOOKS AND YOU CAN'T EVEN MANAGE THAT YOU FUCK UPS. so THEN, as though i am not filled with rage enough, the employee tells me that i should probably just look through all of the (mostly unmarked) boxes in the store to see if i can find one that is labelled with the title of my book. now not only should i not have to go through all of the skids of boxes, especially when most of them aren't labelled, but they are on skids so that only the outer boxes are visible anyways! so filled with rage was i that i would've left had i been alone, but kevin and laura, unfilled with the rage of being at york for a third year and dealing with all of their crap ONCE AGAIN, look through all of the books, but come up empty-handed. so we leave, and go to unitext, where i find the book, a USED copy at that, so i was pure 25% savings laughing all the way home, or to ikea, more accurately. so yes. FUCK THE YORK BOOKSTORE. i will never buy a book there unless i am in dire, dire, DIRE fucking need. i encourage you all to do the same. make the trek out to unitext, they have cats and music and are not TOTAL FUCKING DOUCHEBAGS.&lt;br /&gt;wow. i was all calm and then suddenly, so much rage...see, i think thats the whole *blackout* thing talking again...yaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;so i think its probably a good idea for me to go now....hopefully to bed but most likely to drink a lot more water and watch a lot more cheaters.&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (although i have NO LOVE whatsoever for york, or its degenerate bookstore)&lt;br /&gt;ps: if anyone hears anything about the york production of vagina monologues this year, holla back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-112702089716885040?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/112702089716885040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=112702089716885040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112702089716885040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112702089716885040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/09/craiglist-has-increased-my-degeneracy.html' title='craiglist has increased my degeneracy significantly, at least'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-112590703053045684</id><published>2005-09-05T02:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T02:57:10.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>maaaaaaaaad shoutouts!</title><content type='html'>hey y'all, just posting to give the MAD SHOUTOUTS to daniel cooper (coop=mischa=OMG), one of my schulich friends, who had a wicked group hang (ryan? seth? lindsay? alex?) tonight at his house, making me think for once that this year might not be all that bad afterall. best line of the night: "who did she look like?" "christopher walken." also shoutouts to alana for taking me to dinner, yarik's sister for being our waitress, and mr. daniel dale for driving me home. it was all appreciated very much. and as a special treat, mostly for me, i will now have two comment questions for all two of you to answer:&lt;br /&gt;1) what do you you guys think of a recurring advice column written by me for the school paper?&lt;br /&gt;2) do you personally, or do any of your hot friends, want to hook up with random schulich guys for the first semester? actually not randoms, but guys that have been pre-screened by me? how about it! leave your name and email ladies, and get ready for some HOT ACTION!!&lt;br /&gt;ok enough for tonight, i'm off to bed so that i can have another hilarious day tomorrow, hopefully involving lots of schulich!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (MAD love for the coop!)(hug it out!)&lt;br /&gt;ps: OMG i almost forgot the most important question:&lt;br /&gt;3) big spoon or little?&lt;br /&gt;NICE! k bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-112590703053045684?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/112590703053045684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=112590703053045684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112590703053045684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112590703053045684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/09/maaaaaaaaad-shoutouts.html' title='maaaaaaaaad shoutouts!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-112572494969596882</id><published>2005-09-02T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T00:22:29.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jewelry, moving day, and OMG SCHULICH</title><content type='html'>ok everyone, the jewelry party was a HUGE success, and by huge i mean OMG SO HUGE I CANNOT EVEN EXPLAIN IT UNLESS YOU WERE THERE AND SAW THE GIRTH. seriously, it was classy and jazzy and gorgeous and there were candles and awesome food and it was just perfect, and everyone loved the jewelry and not one person left without a beautiful peice with them. it was SO GOOD. all thanks to miss ashley comeau, queen of jewelry party hosting!! (love love love!!!) did i mention also that we broke even? because we most certainly did! which means that our total sales since we've started this little operation are somewhere in the neighbourhood of $1100-1200, which is INCREDIBLE. its also incredible that we were down that far, but never fear! we're back baby! sooooo back! i'm very very very VERY very happy with the way everything went. so yes! and now, the beads are all with my partner in crime winnie who is going to try and expand (slash CREATE) our business in kingston! so i am taking a little bit of a beading hiatus, assuming i don't go stir crazy in pond (next subject) with only two days of class a week (next subject after that). any orders i get i will use as an excuse to road trip it up to kingston and take a break! so go ahead and order!! WIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i move into pond tomorrow, isn't that INSANE?! amber and i were supposed to live together, but she is going to western this year for DENTAL SCHOOL (OMG) so she will not be returning to york. so i am living with someone else, and i'm very excited about this too. also, pond is SO CRAZY AWESOME. so so so so so SO awesome in fact, that it brought a tear to my eye when i first saw it. and tomorrow i move in! so good! although i might not have internet for the first while, which is why i'm posting now. also, i won't have cable, or anything to amuse me, so if you're in the north york area over the labour day weekend and feel like hanging out around york campus, HOLLA BACK, cuz i'm your girl 4eva.&lt;br /&gt;and now, schulich, wtf. this semester i only have 3 classes, thanks to schulich opening up fall waitlist courses in the winter, causing me to have 6 courses in the winter. what is THAT all about. its just all bad is all. so i have only 2 days of class in the fall, and then when winter hits i'm going to be screwed with so much accounting and fourth years and just so, so ghetto. damn them. so live it up with me in the fall, because i will be sequestered the entire winter semester with my ghetto glasses and probably failing and not knowing ANYONE to be partners with and being quite sad. also, BIGUPS to friday morning at 8:30 in the winter, because we all know how fun those can be. thanks schulich! awwwwwwwwesome.&lt;br /&gt;ok so i pretty much just wanted to give shoutouts to the party, and update you guys before i get to york and my internet is interrupted, and just say WOO to this summer being over and starting a new year in a beautiful home!! YAYAYAYAY!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (so much love for the new apartment, love like crazy!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-112572494969596882?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/112572494969596882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=112572494969596882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112572494969596882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112572494969596882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/09/jewelry-moving-day-and-omg-schulich.html' title='jewelry, moving day, and OMG SCHULICH'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-112480860068790827</id><published>2005-08-23T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T10:27:41.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jewelry whore</title><content type='html'>yo homies, i am having a jewelry party on Monday, August 29th, at Miss Ashley Comeau's house. if you are a girl, or a guy who enjoys purchasing TEH AWESOME jewelry, you should come, and purchase said jewelry from me. it will be awesome. i am hearing rumours of hors d'oeuvres and assorted other sexiness. TRUST. also in attendance will be ashley's numerous friends and relatives, and perhaps even OUR PARENTS. i know, i know, thats just too sexy for one house to handle. handle it we will people. and now, because you are the awesomest readers anywhere, some pics of the jewelry. nav is working on some sort of website to show all of the pics and some links so that people can email me to order things. until then, enjoy this taste of the beads: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/592/400/Nikki%20earrings%20and%20bracelet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is a set that i made for one of my brother's friends, who asked for pinks and blues. the price for the set was $60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/592/1600/Nikki%20bracelet%20up%20close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/592/400/Nikki%20bracelet%20up%20close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is an EXTREME CLOSEUP on the beads in her bracelet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/592/400/Carolyn%20anklet%20close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is a similar close up of an anklet i made for a lady at my moms work. price on this bad boy was $40, as she gave us some of the beads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/592/400/Nikki%20anklet%20hula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and just because i love you, here is an anklet that was special ordered for that same friend of my brothers, by her boyfriend who said "make it look like a hula skirt". i REALLY love this anklet, perhaps because it took me a full week and about 800 beads to make it. awesome. price: $65.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so there you have it folks, a little preview for the party and for the upcoming website. if you want to come to this party, ask me for directions in the comments and i will email you. if you would like some of this jewelry, you can also comment and i will email you. thankyou and goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (maaaaaaad love for the beads, and also for the parties!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-112480860068790827?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/112480860068790827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=112480860068790827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112480860068790827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112480860068790827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/08/jewelry-whore.html' title='jewelry whore'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-112431209284219676</id><published>2005-08-17T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T15:54:52.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>delicious firation</title><content type='html'>ok, so maybe being fired from tim hortons and the office in one summer wasn't enough. maybe i needed a little something extra, to push me further into the belief that i will never actually be employed ever again. and that little something came from shoppers, my one remaining job. i go in and see my boss, and tell him that i'm giving my two weeks, as i'll be returning to school soon, and he responds by saying oh good! i'm really glad you came in, i was just about to call and ask you if you were going to be working weekends throughout the year! and i said, no, you know i have my other job during the school year and whatnot, and he said alright! i'll just write a little note here for the other manager: "kelly's last day is august 26th", alright, and come by next summer and see if i'm still here if you need a job!&lt;br /&gt;alright, now maybe its just me, but there didn't seem to be very much animosity going on there. in fact, it seemed like my boss took the news pretty well. so imagine my surprise when i go into work on sunday, and find that all of my scheduled shifts for the next two weeks, as well as my name, are scratched out. so you think, maybe it was the other manager? maybe they didn't like you leaving? OH WAIT NO, my boss' initials are beside my scratched out shifts. THANKS BUDDY!!!! thats just AWESOME!!! so, considering that i don't need the reference for this shitty job, and will probably not even put it on my resume unless i'm applying for another retail job, i could've just worked till the 26th and then told you that it would be my last day. i could've been a total asshole, but i suppose thats more your area. fucker.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, this summer i've really tried. i tried to get a good job, then a medicocre job, and when that failed i eventually went back to my minimum wage roots, sucked it up, worked every day, all the while trying to be a good employee. i never called in sick, i did extra work, i took on extra shifts or extra hours whenever they were asked of me, and yet STILL, STILL i get fucked over. its absolutely amazing to me. what does someone have to do to not get treated like shit? have parents that hand them a nice prepackaged job each summer and then get their buddies to hire them after graduating? i'm assuming so. what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i'm a jewelry designer now, but a pretty bored one. i need to figure out how to reach more people, perhaps online somehow. soon i'll post some pics of some pieces, and then maybe the two people who actually read this will spread the word. also, a jewelry party of sorts is in the works, and i really hope it happens. similar to a candle or tupperware party, i'm hoping that a jewelry party would be a hit. crucial to the party being a hit is the party actually happening, so we'll have to see. but i want you all to come! thats right! all two of you! and bring your girlfriends damnit!&lt;br /&gt;alright, thats enough order-whoring for now, i'll go nap or something that isn't going to the gym because i totally FAIL at motivating myself to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;kelly (noooooooo love for the shoppers, those fuckers.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-112431209284219676?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/112431209284219676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=112431209284219676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112431209284219676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112431209284219676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/08/delicious-firation.html' title='delicious firation'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-112300186415420667</id><published>2005-08-02T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:57:46.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when it rains it pours...and then kind of slows down again</title><content type='html'>hey everyone, i've been the MAAAAAAAAAD busy so i couldn't be updating, but now i'm back. as some of you may have read in my msn name, up until today i have been working four jobs:&lt;br /&gt;1) good ol' tim hos. yes it sucks, but its DAMN reliable. you shut up!&lt;br /&gt;2) shoppers. ok i'm not gonna lie, i've kept this job SOLELY for the discount.&lt;br /&gt;3) my moms work. yes, they did finally let me in, after MUCH drama, but more on this later.&lt;br /&gt;4) starting my own company with winnie making beaded jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;now, as you can see, i haven't had too much free time. just the work i'm getting paid to do totals up about 60 hours a week, and then i have beading on top of that, which actually takes more time than you may think. why, kelly? you may ask, why would you put yourself through all of that? well my friends, these past few weeks have proven why. its not for the money, because we all know some jobs (slash just shoppers) are costing me more than they're making me. no no no, the reason is simply:&lt;br /&gt;you never know.&lt;br /&gt;and this can apply to almost anything, but this summer, it has really applied to my job situation. you may have a really great interview, hell, you might even be WORKING SOMEWHERE, and still, you never know. you could find out two days into working that you're getting paid $5 less an hour than you thought you were getting, or you could randomly get fired for "performance concerns" of which you were never informed during your employment, or you could be told to never return to a job you have faithfully done for SIX YEARS because you decide to stand up for yourself. who knows! NOT YOU!!! you definitely are not the one who knows.&lt;br /&gt;so to sum things up, the HR department at my moms work decided that they would reject me with that crappy little form letter, and this was brought to the attention of the manager who the summer students are working for. and his reaction was, wait for it, "what? i thought we were hiring kelly". YES. the HR department truly wins for not only rejecting someone who has experience and knowledge AT the company, without even so much as an interview, but for rejecting someone who the manager actually thought he was hiring. WIN WIN WIN. so, long story short, HR is fucked, the manager just creates a position for me. i come in, and i'm told that i'll be working until august 19th. OH WAIT, DON'T THINK YOU KNOW KELLY, BECAUSE YOU REALLY DON'T!!! i work for four weeks, and get told last friday that there is no more work for me, so don't bother coming in next week. hey, thanks! really appreciate that you guys! so i go back to my letter of employment, that states that they will give me two weeks notice, and i wonder, why? why would they let me go without the notice? and so i have a little meeting with HR, and i'm informed that my termination actually has nothing to do with the lack of work, in fact, it has to do with the opposite: i have been loitering around other managers in order to get assigned work, and this is in violation of my conditions of employment. OH! i get it! all of those other projects i was asked to work on were LOITERING!!! yes yes, its becoming so clear to me now. what a terrible employee i was! taking on all of the projects any manager asked me to do, after they had cleared it with my manager?! what was i thinking? sometimes i wonder about me, seriously. and those two weeks they were supposed to give? oh yaaaah, we were just tweaking an old letter, and we left that in by mistake, we're not giving you any notice! so you don't have to bother coming in tomorrow! AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so i'm about to have around 40 extra hours a week available, so why don't i ask for hours at my other jobs? well lets see. after standing up to a manager at tim hortons who has decided that although we have done things the same way for at least six years and there have been no problems, she must change things and do them her way, i was told that i am no longer welcome there either. well, i mean, this summer of course, when she needs me, i'm free to come in on the weekends, but after that? i can fuck right off. well thats a big thankyou for six years of loyal service if i've ever heard one. THANKS TIM HORTONS!! and shoppers? head office had told my boss that he uses too many labour hours, so he should probably cut those back. which means that the merchandisers are getting about 1 shift a week each. i don't really anticipate like 5 of them quitting any time soon, so that seems like a no dice type of situation. awesome again.&lt;br /&gt;which leaves me with option #4, dropping out of life and doing jewelry full time. which is actually sounding less and less appealing the more i rely on it for income. boo to ALL of this clownery, seriously. i really don't understand what is going on this summer. i have no jobs for half, i have sixteen thousand for like 4 weeks, and then back down to two for the remainder. i have saved NOTHING for school, and i honestly feel like i'm on the brink of a nervous breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;the one good part about being so severely unemployed is that i can get back to going to the gym, which i've stopped doing lately with all of the working and beading. so back to powerhouse kelly, who also coincidentally happens to be unemployed and depressed kelly.&lt;br /&gt;so, to conclude, i've missed you ALL, i will post pictures of the jewelry soon, and hopefully all of you will want some because its all i have left.&lt;br /&gt;kelly (wtf seriously no love)&lt;br /&gt;ps: in the words of the great sandeep, with regards to my working: "you don't have to do that you know, you were born here". and now i won't sandeep, not anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-112300186415420667?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/112300186415420667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=112300186415420667' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112300186415420667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/112300186415420667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-it-rains-it-poursand-then-kind-of.html' title='when it rains it pours...and then kind of slows down again'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111983135914840212</id><published>2005-06-26T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T19:15:59.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>results are in!</title><content type='html'>hey y'all, the fitness test is DONE and here are the results. Everything is graded on this scale--Very Poor, Poor, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Good, and Excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Body Fat %&lt;/span&gt; (this little sensor they touch to your arm...i have my doubts):&lt;br /&gt;May 9--28.8% = Poor. i am told to drink water instead of the copious levels of jammers to lower this.&lt;br /&gt;June 22--31.8% = Very Poor. WHAT!?!?! yoooo, i've been drinking MAAAAAD water, so i think that this might be a machine issue. also, you know, the working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aerobic&lt;/span&gt; (this rating that magically comes from a bike after you ride for 5 minutes between 70 and 80 RPM):&lt;br /&gt;May 9--43 = Above Average, riding at "level 3". i have SERIOUS doubts about this measurement as well, considering that before going to the gym i got winded going up a flight of stairs, but you know, i'll take what i can get.&lt;br /&gt;June 22--60 = Excellent, riding at "level 4". WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flex&lt;/span&gt; (you reach to touch your toes, and a ruler measures how far you can go. touching your toes is about 9 inches.)&lt;br /&gt;May 9--11 inches = Very Poor. ok, this i REALLY take issue with. according to this, the "average" person can hit 20 inches, which is ELEVEN INCHES past their toes. i do not know ANYONE who can do this, let alone know many people, which would illustrate an average. this test LOSES.&lt;br /&gt;June 22--15 inches = Poor. AND i cheated. noooooo pride here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Situps&lt;/span&gt; (how many you can do in 45 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;May 9--45 = Good. this was definitely my strong suit before working out, as is was the only test i did remotely well in.&lt;br /&gt;June 22--58 = Excellent. YAY! so all those core conditioning classes are working!! hahaha AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pushups&lt;/span&gt; (how many you can do before falling on your face)&lt;br /&gt;May 9--0 = Very Poor. ok so i totally wiped out without even doing one.&lt;br /&gt;June 22--19 = Above Average. but i would like to say, that this was obviously manipulated to make people think that they have improved. during my first test the girl made me do these crazy army pushups with my hands so far in they were touching my torso, and they were INSANELY hard. i probably STILL couldn't do one. and for the second test i was told to do "girl" pushups, which are from the knees with my hands so far apart they were not touching the mat. come ON. ghetto gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hand Grip&lt;/span&gt; (you grip this ghetto thing as hard as you can. i do not think that this is a test of anything at all, nor do ANY of the machines in the gym work on this, OBVIOUSLY. so why is it a measure of fitness? ghetto.)&lt;br /&gt;May 9--left 25, right 26 = Poor. whatever, this is a GRIP TEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;June 22--left 23, right 25 = Very Poor. hahaha awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wall Sit&lt;/span&gt; (you sit against a wall, puuuuuuuuuure right angles. THE BURN!!)&lt;br /&gt;May 9--52 seconds = Very Poor. no kidding! this is SO HARD!!&lt;br /&gt;June 22--64 seconds = Poor. ok, so mot much improvement, but this burns like whoa. also, kardio knockout took my legs out of commission, so that will be my excuse.&lt;br /&gt;Other measurements:&lt;br /&gt;I was going to post results, but they are QUITE boring and unimpressive. i think i lost like 1/2 and inch here or there, and overall lost HALF A POUND. ghetto ghetto ghetto. so here are some other random measurements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Body Mass Index&lt;/span&gt; (no idea how they calculate this, but the healthy range is between 20-25)&lt;br /&gt;May 9--19.7 (ok?)&lt;br /&gt;June 22--19.6 WOO! down .1!!!! gooooooooooooo working out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Body Water&lt;/span&gt; (same deal, but the healthy range is between 55-60%)&lt;br /&gt;May 9--55% DAMN STRAIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;June 22--53% ummmm....damn? i think this might be because i tried to not eat thursday so that my measurements would be good, and in doing so i might have made myself a *little* dehydrated...eeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;ok so there it is! i hope you all enjoyed! and although this test didn't really motivate me to try hard or continue attending the gym, i will anyways because i WANT TO!! GOOOOOOOOOO motivation!!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (no love for the tests though)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111983135914840212?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111983135914840212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111983135914840212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111983135914840212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111983135914840212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/06/results-are-in.html' title='results are in!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111928952116797230</id><published>2005-06-20T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:45:21.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you moms work!! argh argh argh</title><content type='html'>Kelly&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your application for a part-time Summer Employment position. Due to the overwhelming response we are unfortunately, at this time, not able to offer you a position.  Please trust that this is not a reflection on your qualifications and skills.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for the interest you have expressed and wish you a happy summer and every success for the future.&lt;br /&gt;"not a reflection on your qualifications and skills"?!?!?!?!?! SHOULDN'T IT BE?!?! i've worked there for what will be SEVEN YEARS this summer. SEVEN YEARS. doing the EXACT SAME fucking work that i was applying for this summer. WHAT THE FUCK. seriously. this makes me sad because it would've been really nice to actually save up money for september, instead of just covering my immediate expenses, but i guess it wasn't meant to be. not this summer anyways. my fates are telling me to go out and learn *why* i should stay in school. so i will. mmmmmmmmmmmmmshoppersandtimhortons&lt;br /&gt;kelly (no love for the lil' nepotiz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111928952116797230?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111928952116797230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111928952116797230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111928952116797230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111928952116797230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/06/fuck-you-moms-work-argh-argh-argh.html' title='fuck you moms work!! argh argh argh'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111900037458188328</id><published>2005-06-17T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T04:26:14.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, ok! i've been busy!!!</title><content type='html'>ok i'm SORRY people, but there is no need to harass me on msn and whatnot!! i've had a HILARIOUS few weeks, and its kind of been a little busy around here, and by here i mean in my life.&lt;br /&gt;lets ROLL!&lt;br /&gt;1) POND OMG&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT INTO POND!!! the day i received this letter actually marked the turning around of my LIFE. i saw the envelope. my heart sank. not another rejection, on top of everything else. this was also the day that i quit my job at the slave labour factory after finding out that instead of paying me $12/hr as the ad i responded to suggested, they were actually paying me $7.25/hr. FUCK YOU GOA. FUCK YOU. after working all day at the factory, i stopped in to get a refill of the motilium, because you know my stomach LOVES the pills, and then, as i was going to get my prescription filled, i saw the sign, shining like a mirage in the dry dry desert--HIRING: CASHIERS. HIRING?!!? OMG!!! you're actually ADVERTISING that you're HIRING!?!? no way. so i go to my car, and amazingly there is an extra resume in there, and i go and meet the manager, who turns out to be absolutely HILARIOUS. more on this in chapter 3: SHOPPERS OMG. so anyways, yes. on this day i got into pond, and my luck started the change for the WAY WAY better. i called amber, to see if she got her letter as well, and WHAT WHAT OMG I ACTUALLY GOT A HOLD OF HER!! ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!! and furthermore, i actually SAW HER!! can you believe it? i could hardly believe it myself, and i was THERE!!! so yes, next year, WATCH OUT pond, because it is going to be a HOTT YEAR!!! soooo excited. and so unexpected! i think you really have to hit the bottom for things to start looking up, and boy did i hit the bottom. and now its CRAZY UP!!! but more on this later!!&lt;br /&gt;2) BETSIE WTF&lt;br /&gt;ok so some vandals decided that they were going to throw rocks at my car while it was parked in my driveway. two fist-sized rocks that rebounded off my hood and into my windshield, causing some dents and cracks. WTF. i get home and my dad tells me of his finding the rocks, and also finding a mcdonalds cup, DISRESPECTFULLY rebounded off betsie also. FUCK YOU CHILDREN, FUCK YOU. aww man i just realized that with the yahoo search hits i've been getting, this post might attract some unwanted attention...we'll see. in any case, when i got home my dad asks if i want to see the damage, and i say no, but after a while i get curious and go out to find a HUGE FUCKING BOULDER SMASHED INTO THE MIDDLE OF MY WINDSHIELD. WTF. they came back!! WHO COMES BACK!?!?! as though the cracks were not rage/fear inducing enough, they had to cave in my windshield with an even bigger rock!? honestly. have no fear though, betsie is now up and running, better than ever with a nice clear windshield and four BRAND SPANKING NEW TIRES!!!! WOOOOO!  go betsie, overcoming all odds!! but yes, the disrespectful vandals got to her BEFORE the pond day (don't worry about the chronilogical order here, alright?) so it did not bring down my huge life turnaround. so awesome! go betsie, i love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;3) SHOPPERS OMG&lt;br /&gt;so this manager tells me to bring in my resume tomorrow when his admin person is in, and i'm like alright, i have no idea if this is a resume drop-off, an interview, or if he plans on hiring me. but when i get there, PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE hiring without an interview!!! OMG!!! and not only that, but he puts me to work THAT DAY!!! this was awesome!! i'm excited, let me tell you!! also i think i might post my schedule, if all of you promise to not be stalkers. do you promise? doooooooooo youuuuuuuu?&lt;br /&gt;ok here we go! also i have worked like 60+ hours on my first paycheck, how insano is that? he told me that i'd get between 0-20 hours a week, and within a week and a half i'm over 50--woo! this guy rules. OH YAH and sharon called me back, so i'm back at the ol' tim hos as well. put these two jobs together, and i'll make enough to pay for like a quarter of this year! A WHOLE QUARTER!!! WOOO! a/w, the schedule, as promised, for all of you who want to plan things with me:&lt;br /&gt;sat 18 4-12&lt;br /&gt;wed 22 11-6&lt;br /&gt;fri 24 1-6&lt;br /&gt;sat 25 6-11&lt;br /&gt;mon 27 1-6&lt;br /&gt;tues 28 6-11&lt;br /&gt;thurs 30 1-6&lt;br /&gt;fri 1 10-6&lt;br /&gt;there you have it! plan away!&lt;br /&gt;4) ENROLMENT WTF&lt;br /&gt;honestly, could schulich do a worse job? i don't think they could. i'm enrolled in ZERO accounting courses. NONE. i'm on the waitlists for FIVE of them. FIVE. WTF SCHULICH YOU LOSE SO MUCH. however, my rage from my enrolment experience caused me to break my previous cardio record and do 40 minutes on the eliptical machine, which brings me to my next point:&lt;br /&gt;5) WORKING OUT OMG&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i've been going to the gym around 4-5 times a week since i joined and first attended may 10. i'm pretty impressed, especially considering my previous gym commitment issues, going all of ONCE first year and TWICE second year, despite having people trying to make me go. this summer, winnie is ACTUALLY making me go, so she wins SOOOOOO much, because i honestly didn't think that something like this would ever happen. and the best part about my new commitment to not dying young is not just the being able to do physical activity part, but its the way that i care what i eat now, and actually try to be healthy and make better choices. i'm back drinking water, instead of the copious amounts of koolaid jammers and juice boxes i was living on before, i've kicked the three XL teas a day habit, and i no longer eat out every day. baby steps people, baby steps. but seriously, i'm trying to eat more fresh fruit, and more things that are not from mcdonalds, such as delicious salad and whatnot, and sure, sometimes the water and salad and stuff hurts my stomach, but i figure i just have to GIV'R and eventually my stomach will come around and accept the health. probably. also, i get *less* winded when i walk up a flight of stairs! WOO! i keep trying to push myself and i keep on getting more and more excited by the results. also, throughout my entire life-rut of rejection and pain, the working out was the only thing that made me feel good about getting up every day, so it really helped me pass the time while i was waiting for callbacks that never came. i really hope i can continue this during the year, because its been a really important part of the last month. now lets talk RESULTS!!! some of you who see me all the time may notice my significantly buffer physique, however, not everyone gets the pleasure of seeing me all the time, and so i will attempt to quantify the improvements for you guys (wheres lakats when you need her)(i heart lakats). i plan on scheduling a fitness test within the next week, and hopefully then i can not score "very poor" across the board, and then i will feel so strong and powerful and improved and i will be extra motivated to do better. i will post the results of my first, and then my second test, and perhaps the changes in measurements if they are favourable and not too personal, if you're catching what i'm throwing. so yes, life is UP UP UP now! instead of sooo sooo down, and its SO GOOD!! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha enough emoticon excitement for now, i'll holla back after the fit test, aight?&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i love it!! what? IT!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111900037458188328?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111900037458188328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111900037458188328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111900037458188328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111900037458188328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-ok-ive-been-busy.html' title='ok, ok! i&apos;ve been busy!!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111769568711252037</id><published>2005-06-02T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T02:01:27.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vervemusicgroup.com/product.aspx?pid=11276&amp;ob=bf&amp;src=vmg"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; will make your life better. i promise. so does daniel dale.&lt;br /&gt;love kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111769568711252037?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111769568711252037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111769568711252037' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111769568711252037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111769568711252037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-will-make-your-life-better.html' title=''/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111748137344150166</id><published>2005-05-30T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T14:29:33.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>omg rejection</title><content type='html'>seriously. this is getting ridiculous. if this were a movie, i would've walked out by now. a person should just not be rejected this much, EVER. how can i GET experience if every job requires it?!?! RIDICULOUS!!! furthermore, how can i be rejected from somewhere that continues to employ people who don't show up, or when they do show up, ARE DRUNK!??!!?! WTF. OMG i am so filled with both rage and sad. i don't know what else to do at this point. i have exhausted the classifieds, the internet, the door-to-door searching, and have even attempted to go back to my old employers. i have tried getting hookups, going to temporary agencies, emailing and faxing my resume out to random companies, and NOTHING. yes, you will keep my resume on file! well thankyou so much. oh, you will call if anything opens up? yes i'm sure you will. WTF NO YOU WILL NOT.&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;and possibly STILL the most frustrating experiences are the ones which lead me on, give me hope, and then give the job to the president's kid, or refuse to return any of my calls. an extra special *fuck you* to those employers. i can at least respect the managers that shoot me down to my face, but you didn't have the balls to do that, so instead you jerked me around for a few weeks. thanks. ARGH FUCK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;kelly (wtf)&lt;br /&gt;ps: in other news, i am trying to keep myself occupied by going to the gym and attempting various projects around the house, but its not working. all i think about is my mounting debt, and the amount of time i am wasting when i am not working. i now understand the traditional, i-grew-up-in-the-depression-era thought process that tells you that you are lucky if you have a job. don't join a union, don't complain, don't look for something better. you have a job, and you should be grateful. i took it for granted in the past, but i would sure as hell be grateful now. i'm also filled with a much greater sympathy and understanding for the unemployed. my attitude before was stop complaining and living off the government, get a job, support your family, etc. but i now understand what people are going through, and this with all the advantages of speaking the language and having the best education possible. i can't imagine going through what so many other people are. this sucks. fuck you summer, and fuck you york for charging me $11,000 a year to attend school, crippling me financially and forcing me to go through this. FUCK YOUUUUUUUU! ok i'm out, i'll post again if i ever get a job or have another ray of hope crushed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111748137344150166?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111748137344150166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111748137344150166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111748137344150166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111748137344150166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/05/omg-rejection.html' title='omg rejection'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111692080997543518</id><published>2005-05-24T02:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T02:57:17.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MONTREAL!!!!</title><content type='html'>even though none of you mofos commented on all the awesome stuff i bought before, i'm still posting a picture of the sweater i bought in montreal, because it is TEH awesome and it needs to be shared. did i mention i went to montreal this weekend? I DID!!! my first time in quebec!!! WOO! justin's friend from UBC was in montreal for a week, so we drove on up to visit him and the girl he was staying with. it was a big nerd camp reunion up in there. gooooooo shad! good times all around, but i totally could've dealt with being there for like a week instead of the arriving on saturday leaving on sunday business we did this time. waaaaay too short to adequately experience the malls there. THE MALLS CONNECT UNDERGROUND!!! WHO KNEW!!! soooooo awesome, even though i only caught a glimpse. i did manage to go to urban outfitters, which had a RIDICULOUS clearance section, PLUS 50% off everything that was on clearance!! OMG!!! so i bought this sweater, originally $64, down to $40, minus 50% = $20!!! WIN!!!!! i had previously wanted it when i saw it in toronto, but i'm not about paying $40 for a shirt, so i waited it out, and i was rewarded a plenty. check the shooting stars!! CHECK THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/Picture%2080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 4px solid rgb(102, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/Picture%2080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WICKED!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, montreal = win, deals = win, this weekend = HUGE WIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (you biatches better have something to say this time around, or there will be NO MORE love!!!!)(just jokes, theres always love!!)(also i forgot to mention that i took the weekend off from the gym, so tomorrow begins another week of gym-mania!! WOO!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111692080997543518?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111692080997543518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111692080997543518' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111692080997543518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111692080997543518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/05/montreal.html' title='MONTREAL!!!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111662692749893663</id><published>2005-05-20T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:17:39.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>earrings and sunglasses!!!</title><content type='html'>so during my trip downtown, i made a stop at urban outfitters, where i picked up a skirt, a shirt, and a pair of earrings. now, the skirt and shirt are awesome, and i may post pics later, but it is the earrings that really stand out to me. original price: $32.00, sale price: $19.99, clearance price (also kelly price): $1.99!!!!! OMG. so i am celebrating by wearing them today. also today i went shopping with justin and bought the most obnoxious glasses of all time, which i will wear and people will think i am totally serious. please note the sequined heart in the corner. price wise, they were two for $20, and justin bought the other pair, a police-man-esque pair of shiny aviators. SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/Picture%2072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 4px solid rgb(102, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/Picture%20721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the earrings, up close and SWINGING!!&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/Picture%2073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 4px solid rgb(102, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/Picture%2073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in action! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/Picture%2078.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/Picture%2078.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the glasses!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/Picture%2075.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/Picture%2075.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both in action!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111662692749893663?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111662692749893663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111662692749893663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111662692749893663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111662692749893663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/05/earrings-and-sunglasses.html' title='earrings and sunglasses!!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111630198679354113</id><published>2005-05-16T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:14:00.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what is hotter than your boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>your boyfriend plus a hilariously similar looking extremely well dressed and groomed guy! THIS WINS SO MUCH. in fact it has made my day. nonono, my WEEK. all of you must keep in mind the week i've been having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/Nav%20times%20TWO%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 4px solid rgb(102, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/Nav%20times%20TWO%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG TWO NAVS &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, eff all of you for not commenting! EFF YOUUUUUU!! i will continue to post, unfettered by your lack of comment-support!!&lt;br /&gt;this is a lie, i am sad when no one comments.&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i love this picture TOO MUCH!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111630198679354113?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111630198679354113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111630198679354113' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111630198679354113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111630198679354113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-is-hotter-than-your-boyfriend.html' title='what is hotter than your boyfriend?'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111622328065409165</id><published>2005-05-16T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T01:01:20.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>york missions part 2</title><content type='html'>sooooooo, after much ridiculousness, my fate in managerial accounting has been sealed: c+. boooooourns. now i know what you're all thinking, "but kelly, are you fucking retarded?" "we all got As in that class, and we're contesting to get A+s!!" "wooooo bonello!" you fuckers. this is what happens when you don't attend class except for midterms and presentations. fuck. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. why can't there be a solid career path to follow in any field besides accounting!?!?! even more frustrating: my mark was a 68.92%, and he said if it had been a 69.5% he would've bumped it. that motherfucker. why rub it in, ching? WHY?! because you are a fucker, that is why.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i've never contested a mark before, and i don't think i will again. it pretty much amounts to sitting in a room with a prof and explaining why you would like a higher mark, then getting shot down, then leaving, feeling like you've wasted a good few hours of your life. the one good thing about my day was REALLY good though--i parked at york for 24 hours without making any attempts at paying at all, and did not get ticketed. i do not know how it happened, but i was left feeling like i had won $20. i was totally expecting, and willing, to pay the same $20 ticket that i received when i parked in the same lot for like an HOUR with justin. but no, in some sort of karmic mercy york spared me the expense. go york. woooooooooooooooooooo i suppose&lt;br /&gt;so yes, that is pretty much what i wanted to say. in other news, i went to the gym 4 days last week, and i took the weekend off not only because i had a party to attend and a mark to argue, but also because every muscle and joint felt like it was quitting and going to a much fitter place. i have muscles that i never knew existed. but apparently they exist, and they are somewhat pissed off that i discovered them. so i'm going to go back to it tomorrow, and start another week of total fitness. except for my diet, and every other part of my life besides going to the gym instead of not going to the gym. but yes, i'm really enjoying the feeling of working out and feeling empowered, particularly when i'm having a rage blackout because prospective employers like to punk me and not return my calls. about that, still looking. tomorrow is trinity day, and if that doesn't pan out within a week, its tim hortons day. and by day i mean LIFE. I AM A LIFER.&lt;br /&gt;kelly (NO LOVE!!!!! FUCK YOU CHING!! AND FUCK YOU STUPID NOT CALLING MANAGER FUCKER!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111622328065409165?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111622328065409165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111622328065409165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111622328065409165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111622328065409165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/05/york-missions-part-2.html' title='york missions part 2'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111592077022972458</id><published>2005-05-12T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:59:30.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i FAIL at updating!!!</title><content type='html'>ok everyone, i clearly lied when i said i would be updating with more frequency and coherancy....damn laziness has thwarted me again!!&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, i would like everyone to know that i still haven't cleaned my way to a chair. however, its not as bad as you may think, as i am now sitting on a crate. which is still pretty ghetto, but not AS bad as sitting on the floor. probably. also, i am still not working. i have responded to numerous guardian classified ads, only to be met with knife-selling jobs and a complete lack of response from everyone else. today was the day of following up with my one good interview, however the guy was not in the office at 10:30-11:00 when i called. who doesn't go into the office by that time? apparently this guy. so now its past one and i can't leave my house until at LEAST 5, because i'm waiting for him to call back...yaaaah i'm losing hope by the minute. if this doesn't pan out then its off to trinity to apply for jobs, then after about a week more of no responses its off to tim hortons, where i will ask for my job back...this may coincide with a nervous breakdown, i'm just warning all of you now. honestly, where does everyone get jobs?! i mean like, without hookups. hookups are EVERYTHING!!! damnit!!!&lt;br /&gt;also, i have signed up for a gym! i got roped in by what started out as a free month membership and somehow turned into me signing up for a year. so far i have gone twice, which ties my record for this past year at york's gym. so if i go again, WATCH OUT!!! fitness central!!! i have high hopes for this summer being the summer of working out, and winnie, who also received the free month but did NOT get roped into buying a year, is trying to keep me motivated. so far, so good. feel free to place bets on how long this will last, i will not hold it against you. i'd bet on it if i were you. for REALS.&lt;br /&gt;ok and now i will explain the $1.87 reference. justin and i were at ikea at closing time, and we went to purchase some hotdogs, which regularly sell for $0.50 at ikea. which is already BOMB!!! but then, with my keen schulich business sense, i asked what was going on with those hotdogs in like 3 minutes, when they closed. not only was i trying to get a deal, but if those hotdogs were being saved and reheated this was IMPORTANT to me. so i was told they were being thrown out, at which point i asked if there was some special if we bought them now, you know, since they were being thrown out immediately after we left. and they said that i could buy them TWO FOR ONE!!! omg!! 25 cent hotdogs, no lies. so we each got a hotdog, and we split a cinnamon bun, all for the low low price of $1.87!!!! CAN YOU BELEIVE IT!?!?! i certainly cannot!!! two of us ate for less than $2. that is the best thing ever. its stuff like this that makes me love ikea even more than i would normally if they only sold cheap and awesome housewares, and not cheap and awesome food as well. OMG speaking of deliciously cheap food, i bought a deep and delicious cake for $2 the other day!! these are the best cakes EVER!! TWO DOLLARS!!! where you ask? walmart. why you ask? justin forced me to go in.&lt;br /&gt;now i must go and prepare for an interview that i'm pretty sure is not happening today, if ever. cries for me...but the OC is on tonight!! YAYAYAYAYAYAY! this makes everything all better!! also, all of you should watch grey's anatomy every sunday night, at 10, after desperate housewives, which i know you are all watching, because both of these shows are teh awesome. i just don't want grey's anatomy to get cancelled!! come on everyone, watch!! WATCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (no love for the job hunt, but MAD LOVE to the ghetto pain today from working out yesterday!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111592077022972458?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111592077022972458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111592077022972458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111592077022972458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111592077022972458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-fail-at-updating.html' title='i FAIL at updating!!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111485411740976632</id><published>2005-04-30T04:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T04:41:57.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two can dine for $1.87</title><content type='html'>hello everyone! now i realize that you're all anxious for me to update, because i keep getting messages like "update your blog, ho!" on my msn, and its just not very pleasant, so here i am. please stop the messages! you have to realize that its been a very stressful/lazy time for me! lets kick it back to the OLD SCHOOL and i'll tell you what i've been up to for the last week!&lt;br /&gt;thursday: finance rapes me. no dinner first, either. just plain rude. i get the impression that many people felt that way afterwards--wtf is an underwriter?! was the main sentiment i was getting from a lot of people. just GROSS. i've gone and fucked up my chance at an a in that class, and no matter how slim that chance was, it still hurts like a biatch. damn you finance, damn you. finishing this exam, however, marks the end of second year. half way done, and i can say i've learned next to nothing, far less than i was expecting at this point. what it also means is that i had to move out. with some of my packing done in the previous weeks, i thought moving out would be a breeze...not so my friends, not so at ALL. ruinous. i was almost finished by the time my dad came, quite the improvement over last year, or so i thought. tanya helped, and i said my tearful goodbyes to alana, tanya, and eventually the roommates. plenty of tears shed there i tell you...probably. i leave the apartment in the hands of the boys, knowing full well that by the time i'm down the stairs the apartment will be trashed. more on this later. i move out, boxes and suitcases fill my house, thats pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;friday: MY BIRTHDAY OMG!! 21!! i feel the same. turning 20 was much harder, and required much more asking myself wtf i've accomplished so far. my day was spent at the salon (5 HOURS to get my hair re-highlighted?!?!!), and then at the keg with my family and nav, which was awesome, especially the adventures with crab. OMG did i mention i ate crab OUT OF THE CRAB?!?! craziness! i feel very adventurous, what with my eating shrimp and crab within the same week! i'm BRANCHIN OUT!! mad shoutouts to all the people who gave me birthday shoutouts, or meant to. i understand.&lt;br /&gt;saturday: my aunt's wedding! overall a pretty jokes time, mad hilarious gino beats most of the night, but the highlight is the AMAZING food...so many courses, so little  space to describe!! lets just say DAMN girl, thats some sweet ass food you got there. also i have determined that my wedding will defintiely not be roman catholic. seriously people, whats with all the praying?! its a WEDDING, not a damn sunday service!! i do NOT need to be kneeling on your damn praying bar and eating your damn "body of christ" bread all afternoon! have some RESPECT for people's schedules!! seriously though, if any of my two readers plan on having a catholic wedding, you can count me IN for the reception, but thats all i can commit to. free food yes, kneeling for hours on pray bar no.&lt;br /&gt;lets skip to tuesday: nikki throws me a surprise birthday party! i'm pretty sure this is the only time someone has actually done this for me, sorry if you've done this for me in the past and i have forgotten, but c'mon if i can't remember it then maybe it wasn't such a hot party anyways hmm? so yes. nikki is the best for doing this. we eat cake, go for dinner, and then act like the degenerates we are by not only playing video poker in the restaurant while we wait for the food, but then also going back to my house for the real thing. bigups to gambling degeneracy! also jon is there all the way from ottawa! WOOOOOOOOO! go everyone who was there! (L)!!!! you know what i'm sayin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: ARCADE FIRE!!! nav's cousin claimed that the concert was life changing or something. while i wouldn't go that far, the arcade fire rock pretty damn hard. also rocking hard was the venue, which had seats like a movie theatre! I LOVE SITTING!! not standing through opening bands is the keyest thing i've ever experienced. SO key. also, the first band, final fantasy, was the best thing i've ever seen. pure violin loops and dinosaurs and references to magic the gathering, this guy was the best. another awesome thing was that like a million worlds collided, because not only was nav there, but then his family was there, and his res friend ben was there, and then my schulich (i hate that qualifier) friends were there, so it was like a million worlds all rocking together, trust it was crazy. also daniel brought his outside-schulich friend, so thats like a whole additional world for him. see? a MILLION i tell you. very good times.&lt;br /&gt;tonight: tonight i cleaned up my room! all of the clothes! actually put away!! INSANITY!! which means that i can actually bring my chair up here, if i ever get around to cleaning my way throught the dining room to get to the chair. this may be a project for another day. so i wrote this whole blog from the floor. now THATS commitment. also that is part of the reason, combined with intense laziness, that i haven't been updating. its somewhat painful to type from the floor while crouching or kneeling or sitting in front of your computer desk. i blame this whole conundrum (sp!) on kevin, who motivated me to put my computer together while i was on the phone with him, thereby killing any ambition i would have had to clean up the rest of the room. once the computer is set up, its all downhill from there, trust me. so anyways, with justins help slash lying down while i cleaned, i was able to clean my room! YAY! perhaps when it is all done and beautiful i will post pictures. also pictures of the new hair, which is a little more orange than i would like but whatever i will have to deal with it until i get more money to fix it. i predict like a year. hahaha boooooo no money!! oh yes speaking of which i have to start the job hunt soon...i just have to start waking up before 5 to do so...&lt;br /&gt;ALSO OMG priyanka did makeda go to the arcade fire show? if so, was she the first person to start dancing?! i've had my suspicions ever since i saw someone get up and dance by themselves (well, with the not-dancing lead singer from arcade fire) during wolf parade. makeda, feel free to answer yourself if you beat pri to it. if that was you, you are my hero for REALS.&lt;br /&gt;much love for the updates, kelly (i know its long, i know its rambley, but i had so much to catch up on!!!! next time, more coherancy, i promise!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111485411740976632?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111485411740976632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111485411740976632' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111485411740976632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111485411740976632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/04/two-can-dine-for-187.html' title='two can dine for $1.87'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111350496044831035</id><published>2005-04-14T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T13:58:29.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh rejection, you slay me</title><content type='html'>SO! it looks like all i have to do is get rejected from WIL to complete my trifecta of rejection today. earlier today i was called by a prospective employer who wanted to let me know that although it was "really close", they decided to go with the other candidate. on the grounds that she had more experience. which to me sounds like a blatant lie, considering when i had my second interview, with the VP of sales, he told me that if it were up to him, he'd hire me based on my superior experience. so i guess there was some other personality flaw that made me a less promising candidate, and maybe she didn't want me to kill myself so she blamed it on experience. AWESOME. thanks, tree of life! not only did you reject me, but you implied at every interview that i would get the position, and then made me wait for weeks to hear the real news. AWESOME AGAIN. so after getting this wonderful phonecall, and celebrating in my own special way, i check my email! where i am greeted with yet another rejection, from the lexicon. THE LEXICON?!?! BETHUNES PAPER IS REJECTING ME?!?! WOW. honestly time to re-evaluate my self-view. here i was thinking that i was more than competent in several areas and had the experience necessary to attain other jobs or positions in order to gain more experience, but obviously i lack certain attributes that prospective employers/volunteer position interviewers deem important. i was rejected from BETHUNES NEWSPAPER. i think i really need some time to let that one sink in...yah. thats something. i'm expecting the rejection from WIL within a few days, and when it eventually comes i'll post here so you guys can feel better about your own lives, which doubtlessly are filled with less rejection and feeling like a total idiot. at least WIL won't be as demoralizing, i mean thats a real executive position, with like RESPONSIBILITIES and whatnot. so a rejection from them will actually be saying, i'm sorry, you're are lacking in certain skills or experience, such as in securing speakers or sponsors. not "you are lacking in the ability to answer phones, pick up mail, or use excel to track newspaper expenditures." so for this summer, mcdonalds is looking more like my league. i aimed too high, that was the problem. you should never aim too high, i don't know what i was thinking. i'm used to aiming low, it suits me, i'm never disappointed. so yah, world of fast food jobs, here i come! if mcdonalds rejects me, i won't be posting here anymore. i think that much is obvious. i've let alana know the proper arrangements to be made.&lt;br /&gt;kelly (wtf i fail at life)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111350496044831035?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111350496044831035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111350496044831035' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111350496044831035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111350496044831035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-rejection-you-slay-me.html' title='oh rejection, you slay me'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111324705348866266</id><published>2005-04-11T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T02:06:05.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>articles! maybe this will be like a real blog!</title><content type='html'>hey y'all. do you ever read something, and then immediately after feeling like yelling BOOYAH! or perhaps high five-ing or YES!!!-ing? i have. oftentimes it happens when someone who is smarter than me articulates something that i could not because of my lesser intelligence. hahaha awesome. anyways here we go:&lt;br /&gt;from slate, and yes i know the article is linked from nav's blog, so SHUT UP! also, please go to navs blog if you would like to read the whole thing. which i did not do, i'm not gonna lie. context: pope!&lt;br /&gt;"Unbelievers are more merciful and understanding than believers, as well as more rational. We do not believe that the pope will face judgment or eternal punishment for the millions who will die needlessly from AIDS, or for his excusing and sheltering of those who committed the unpardonable sin of raping and torturing children, or for the countless people whose sex lives have been ruined by guilt and shame and who are taught to respect the body only when it is a lifeless cadaver like that of Terri Schiavo."&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU. BOOYAH hitchens, booyah.&lt;br /&gt;and now, an excerpt from my new favourite magazine, &lt;em&gt;bust&lt;/em&gt;. i know, italics. fancy, eh? don't worry i haven't sold out. YET.&lt;br /&gt;Iranian Women Sentenced to Death by Hanging, Stoning&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Year 2005--B.C.E.&lt;br /&gt;Last December, the stone-age fundamentalists on a religious court in Iran "voted their values", sentencing two women to be executed for immoral acts. One of the women, Layla Mafi, is a mentally disabled victim of recurring sexual abuse. Now 19, with the mental capacity of a child, she was forced into prostitution by her mother at the age of eight, and gave birth to her first child at the age of nine, for which she received a sentence of 100 lashes. Now she's been convinced of "acts contrary to chastity", and her sentence is death by hanging. An international outcry has not affected the decision of the justices in the central city of Arak who handed down the death sentence--even a condemnation from the U.N. has failed to inspire a reversal. "We have nothing to learn from the Westerners", said an Iranian senior spokesman regarding the case.&lt;br /&gt;But another, simultaneous, international campaign led by Iranian activists and Amnesty International U.K. led to a stay of execution for a second woman, a teenager named Hajieh Esmailvand, who was convicted of the crime of adultery. She was originally sentenced to serve a five-year prison term, and the end of which she would be stoned to death, but that sentence has since been deferred. As of press time, both women are still alivem though their fates are unclear.&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're as much in favor of cultural sensitivity as the next overprivileged Western woman, but this practice of punishing women for "immorality" by burying them up to their necks and throwing rocks at their heads until they're dead just seems...well, terribly &lt;em&gt;retro&lt;/em&gt;, and not in a fun, campy way.&lt;br /&gt;WTF is going on in the rest of the world!?!? REALLY NOW. to me, i feel like these countries should somehow be eliminated. now i know that is not logical, practical, or PC, but WTF. "we have nothing to learn from the westerners"?!?! AHHHHHHHHHHH!! FUCK YOU, YOU IGNORANT PIECE OF SHIT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! you're executing a mentall challenged girl who was FORCED INTO PROSTITUTION!!! WTF!!! i think you have something to learn here!!! WTF AHHHHHHHHH! like seriously. i don't care how ignorant it sounds, the rest of the world should be like us. i'm sorry. actually, i'm NOT SORRY. WTF AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! fuck. i'm too frustrated to write about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;kelly (NO LOVE WTF AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111324705348866266?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111324705348866266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111324705348866266' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111324705348866266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111324705348866266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/04/articles-maybe-this-will-be-like-real.html' title='articles! maybe this will be like a real blog!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111289474844867530</id><published>2005-04-07T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T12:25:48.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and its all coming to an end</title><content type='html'>so, we've had a good run, but this year is sadly coming to an end. and by sadly, i mean extremely joyously. this year was nothing but a HATER, causing everyone i know to be much crappier than they were previously. the good part is, we're almost done second year, which makes us half way through our degrees. insane, when you think about how much we've actually learned. which is to say nothing at ALL, particularly this semester, which was filled with the worst and least useful classes schulich has ever put into one semester. a half-year in review: &lt;br /&gt;stats. WOW. first of all, the two classes are so far off base with each other its surprising that we all get the same credits. secondly, neither class is learning anything that any student will be using in the future. linear programming? if we wanted to do this shit we'd be taking math degrees, not business. wtf. &lt;br /&gt;marketing. now THEREs a class where we've learned a lot. a lot of crap that we already knew. BRAVO schulich for instituting a participation mark as a way of forcing us to go, because you know that otherwise the only students attending the lectures would be the keenest of the keen. much like OB, this was a class in which we learned a lot of common sense, only the common sense was made into a theory! YAY! i predict that the exam will murder me, and every other normal student in that class, who although they find marketing interesting, do not plan on reading the text and memorizing it word for word.&lt;br /&gt;finance. might have been ok if i didn't have a fucking insane psycho bitch for a teacher, who yells at us on an at least weekly basis and lectures people who have to leave early. i absoultely LOVE paying this school $11,000 a year to be treated like a kindergarten child. wtf again. i am STILL kicking myself for missing the fucking teacher/class reviews, because i wanted the opportunity to let administration know what a fucking innapropriate choice for a university professor they had made in her, however i'll just hope that one person in my class actually voiced that opinion. fucking music journals!!&lt;br /&gt;management accounting. the only class this semester that will actually count towards anything in my future, so unsurprisingly my lowest mark this term. by like 10%. wtf once again. this class is like mktg or mgmt last semester, where NOTHING is actually taught. nothing. and to top it all off, not only am i learning nothing, i don't get the visual spectacular that certain other classes are enjoying. :( for me. so i don't attend, and i end up with 60s. maybe the exam will bring it up? i doubt it, but i'll maintain my weak sense of hope so that i don't just drop out now. damn you CA average, DAMN YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! if it weren't for having to maintain an average for my ca, i could just slack and get by with like a 5.5 or whatever the ridiculously easy standard is for schulich. fuckery.&lt;br /&gt;alright well that was uplifting, no? well, the good part of it all is that i write my first exam tomorrow, followed by two more weeks of exams, and then its all over! YAY! then my birthday, my aunts wedding, and arcade fire!! WOO! so it can't be all that bad, its only two weeks. probably.&lt;br /&gt;alright, now back to procrastinating studying for this stats exam tomorrow. should be deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelightful!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i will SO LOVE being done! cross your fingers for me getting a full time summer job!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111289474844867530?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111289474844867530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111289474844867530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111289474844867530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111289474844867530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-its-all-coming-to-end.html' title='and its all coming to an end'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111226973252712265</id><published>2005-03-31T05:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T05:53:09.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"lets just say i like amsterdam" aka why clyde stubblefield is the man</title><content type='html'>ok, so i'm sorry i haven't updated in so long everyone, i've been so hopped up on comment crack i haven't known what to do with myself. thanks to everyone who made my last post RECORD BREAKING in terms of comment count, in particular to daniel whose constant dealing of the comment crack has left me with QUITE the buzz.&lt;br /&gt;today my second music journals were due, and i know you're all dying to ask me "well kelly, did you learn from last semesters mistakes?" well children, you'll be glad to know that in fact i did. instead of starting on tuesday, the day before they were due, i started this set on monday, the day before the day before they were due. GOOD TIMES. the result? 55 pages of puuuuuure love, each entry complete with its own picture. when i get this monster back from the marker i am damn well framing it. 135 journals, which was somewhat of a let down considering i was aiming for 150, but by the end i really couldn't listen to any more donna fucking summer. people have their problems with disco, and i understand that. but disco music is like a fucking concerto when compared with the crap she recorded in the 80s. what the fuck was everyone thinking? ridiculous. the end result of these journals is that i haven't really slept since sunday night. and it being 6:30 thursday morning, i suppose my journals were actually due yesterday. but when you don't sleep, the days tend to meld into one another like that. "well kelly," you're probably wondering, "why didn't you crash after handing in the journals?". this is really a two part question, beginning with the reason i stayed in music instead of just dropping off the project and heading home. it being the last class of the year, ray brought in a guest speaker--Mr. Clyde Stubblefield, the funky drummer from James Brown's Funky Drummer, and the most sampled drummer in the world. WOW. amazing. he is in fact the cutest old man ever, and also the coolest guy in the world. here is a clip from the q &amp; a period:&lt;br /&gt;girl: "so, considering that we know james brown dealt with some drug problems in his life, and many other artists have fallen victim to drugs, how did you stay out of all that?"&lt;br /&gt;CS: (gives look to class)(class laughs)"....lets just say, i like amsterdam"&lt;br /&gt;BEST RESPONSE EVER. he then proceeded to tell us that we should drink and party and have a good time, but always in moderation and never with anything "hard". and he also told us about a performance he did while on acid, which he has no recollection of. this guy is the MAN. for reals.&lt;br /&gt;so good. so thats why i didn't just leave, i had to see this guy. AND i got to shake his hand, AND i took a picture of him and brian (go ssb!) together. MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;after class, i once again could have slept, but instead chose to eat some delicious wendys, and then watch sex and the city with amber. mmmmmmmmmsexandthecity. then, since i had been awake for somewhere around 1000 hours, i took a nap. and was woken up throughout the nap by alana and nav attempting to wake me up. eventually alana was successful, and so i talked to her and her best friend, who is awesome because his name is LAW, for like an hour and a half. so this ended at about 4am, at which point i needed to get up and write some marketing journals, which i had the option of handing in throughout the semester, but of course did not, while periodically calling alana to wake her up so she could do the same. i was successful in the former, but unfortunately not the latter. she is still sleeping now. damn her.&lt;br /&gt;and now i am awake, with less than two hours until class, and i'm blogging because i know that i'm long overdue, and then daniel's comment pushed me over the edge. and i hope that you all appreciate it very much, because due to typing 25,883 words (the ACTUAL word count from my journals) in two days, my hands are all mangled and it is actually painful to type. i have replaced the wrist guard from my keyboard with an icepack, but this only eases the pain temporarily. typing up those marketing journals was NOT fun, let me tell you. but this means that i am officially done for the semester! of COURSE exams don't count!! why you ask? because they are no work, and really only affect me on the day of and MAYBE the day before i write them. so yes! ALL DONE!! :D:D:D:D:D:D! once again, this is not msn.&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i love clyde and i love being done, but i am definitely NOT loving my bruised up hands)&lt;br /&gt;ps: OMG i almost forgot, MAD SHOUTOUTS to ari, aka the peacock, for coming out to my music class and totally feelin the funky drummer. WHAT WHAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111226973252712265?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111226973252712265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111226973252712265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111226973252712265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111226973252712265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/03/lets-just-say-i-like-amsterdam-aka-why.html' title='&quot;lets just say i like amsterdam&quot; aka why clyde stubblefield is the man'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111119312928930904</id><published>2005-03-18T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T18:45:29.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just to clarify</title><content type='html'>i just want EVERYONE to know, that my friend tanya does not only berate me with her comments about my body, but also says very many nice and/or witty things, which i never give her credit for because they are lacking in entertainment value, and i realize that she may have been portrayed unfairly by this blog, so here is the post to change it all! now i know all like two of my readers really care, so this shout out means a lot. there you go tanya. i love you too!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (seriously though, &lt;3!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111119312928930904?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111119312928930904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111119312928930904' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111119312928930904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111119312928930904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-to-clarify.html' title='just to clarify'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111058270594535734</id><published>2005-03-11T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T17:11:45.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>justin is my bestest friend ever!</title><content type='html'>ok so yesterday i was all sad, my stomach hurt, and i was lying down staring at a wall for an extended period of time. but who came to my rescue? JUSTIN DID! here are some things justin did to bring me out of my pit of despair:&lt;br /&gt;-went to a&amp;p and not ONLY bought me lactose-free chocolate chunk ice cream, which i'm sure was embarassing, but ALSO sweet sweet sour patch kids, for purposes of settling a gambling debt while at the same time comparing them for size with "travel treats" sour patch kids&lt;br /&gt;-took me to tim hortons, bought me a tea, gave me a quarter of his bagel, and let me keep the change! hahahaha jokes i WILL repay the $5 TRUST!!!&lt;br /&gt;-taught me how to use bitcomet, then said he would download the music for me anyways due to a ridiculous york bandwidth limit&lt;br /&gt;-helped me look through my magazines for a lululemon article that we didn't end up finding&lt;br /&gt;-gave me an egg with a daphne from scooby-doo pencil topper inside. DAMN YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;-gave up watching AD, even though that was the purpose of the trip&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i heart justin a lot for realizing that i wasn't ok from like a three word conversation on msn, and then coming to rescue me, because crying by yourself is not fun, even if you have a lot of experience with it. also to alana who offered to come lift my spirits with the OC and tea, i love both you guys&lt;br /&gt;love kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111058270594535734?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111058270594535734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111058270594535734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111058270594535734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111058270594535734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/03/justin-is-my-bestest-friend-ever.html' title='justin is my bestest friend ever!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111026157498986834</id><published>2005-03-07T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T23:59:34.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the union of Alana Caitlin Burke and Daniel Wesley Dale</title><content type='html'>well my friends, the time has come, and the day we've all been waiting for is here. alana and daniel have finally tied the knot, after several INTENSE months of dating. the ceremony was held in las vegas, with just the happy couple, a rabbi, a midget and a showgirl in attendance. they were looking for a private, intimate setting, and that they received. upon further thought, the two lovers are considering having a renewal of vows followed by a reception attended by family and friends in picture-perfect thornhill. the joint jewish-christian ceremony will please not only all members of both families, but also the members of the wedding party, who were uncertain of their roles had the ceremony been traditionally jewish. best wishes to the happy couple, the families, and the 5 bastard children that were generated before the holy union.&lt;br /&gt;details regarding the renewal will be posted as soon as the couple gets out of bed, for god's sake!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (ohhh schulich-bots, you slay me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111026157498986834?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111026157498986834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111026157498986834' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111026157498986834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111026157498986834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/03/union-of-alana-caitlin-burke-and.html' title='the union of Alana Caitlin Burke and Daniel Wesley Dale'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-111020584350306709</id><published>2005-03-07T08:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T08:31:33.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>check check check check check check check it out!</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;i would like to introduce everyone to the brand new, blinged-out links section, added by the one and only &lt;a href="http://navpurewal.com"&gt;the nav&lt;/a&gt;!!! enjoy everyone, enjoy. mostly these are people i know from high school, with the exception of priyanka, who is the one who got me into all this in the first place. if you have a website, either your own or someone elses, that you would like me to add, just tell me and i will consider it. hahahaha ok i will probably just get the nav to add it, in all truth. i have no blogging integrity!! also check out the webcomics, they are TEH cool!! and if you're not 1337 enough, that makes you TEH SUXXORS!! &lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha wow&lt;br /&gt;ok off to FINE now&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (much love for the links!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-111020584350306709?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/111020584350306709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=111020584350306709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111020584350306709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/111020584350306709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/03/check-check-check-check-check-check.html' title='check check check check check check check it out!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110984681264439760</id><published>2005-03-03T04:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T04:46:52.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why must i be such a degen? 5:27am?!</title><content type='html'>ok so upon alana's suggestion, i am blogging to procrastinate working on an assignment. when is the assignment due you ask? 3 hours. and how far am i you ask? just started. and how long did a similar assignment take me last time you ask? about 8 hours. and why is alana up right now you ask? she is doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;you see, whether or not you asked those questions, you must have figured out by now that we are the biggest degens in the history of schulich, and alana theorizes maybe even york. YORK! HOW DOES THIS EVEN HAPPEN! i will tell you! i put everything off until the LAST possible minute, and then stress myself sick once its time to get started. last time this assignment (mktg case) was due, i started it at 4am, finished somewhere around 12, and handed it in to my teacher during her office hours. this has set a standard for me, since i know i can put it off until the wee hours of the morning that it is due, i will do this every time a similar assignment is due, although thankfully this is the last time for these assignments. it is RETARDED, i know. and i kept telling myself that this time i would start early, even if early meant the day before it was due rather than the morning of. but i found myself sleeping early last night and napping all day today rather than working on it. i think i need professional help. this pattern is slooooooowly killing me. and ALSO, this weekend is particularly bad due to extracurricular activities which i volunteered and actually PAID for, meaning that i have to be at these things all day friday and saturday, and then have group meetings for the 1000 projects that are due in the next three weeks, all on NO SLEEP since i'm staying up all night tonight writing this ridiculous report. soooo bad. SO BAD! next wednesday, march 9th, i have assignments due or a test in 4 out of 5 of my classes. this is RIDICULOUS, schulich!! why must you scorn me like this!! wtf!!! i predict not being able to eat for the three days before march 9th, since i now think that my stomach is more due to stress than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;ok that was my rant about how stressed i am, but in other news:&lt;br /&gt;-i became even MORE of a gambling degen when the boys decided to introduce blackjack into the pre-poker entertainment. immediately i wanted to go to the casino. i heart blackjack a LOT. TOO MUCH, considering how random the swings are. i felt like a TRUE degen, jonesing for the casino and then buying in twice for poker, but i managed to scrape by with second place so i didn't feel too bad. losing $10 on one hand though? PURE DEGEN MOVES.&lt;br /&gt;-after this poker degeneracy justin, sandeep and i had fun trying to clean our cars and then get them out of jon's driveway, due to uday's "creative" parking job. thanks uday! sandeep tried to back betsy out of the driveway, but she wasn't having it. she really doesn't like the ice, i tell you. shes more about the perfect conditions. she got stuck a few times in a rut, and i thought justin and i would have to push her out, but eventually sandeep manouevered (sp!) his way out of the rut and saved the day! way to go sandeep!&lt;br /&gt;-many things have happened, but i have NO MEMORY of them, until someone mentions them. if you have gone out with me, or if we've done something worth blogging about, do remind me and i will try to piece together the fragmented memory shards and blog about it. this is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;-nav bought an ipod! go nav! i would like one too, but i doubt i would use more than a shuffle's worth. i think someone should just give me the shuffle, so i don't have to debate actually buying on myself. good idea kelly!&lt;br /&gt;-school is going to hell in a handbasket, even apart from this recent procrastination spree which has left me completely ghettoed. i sense i might be on the one-way train to nervous breakdown town soon. i wish i didn't have to work, it just adds this extra layer of crap to my week, and i'd really like it to not be there. but i need the money. ah well, what can ya do. nothing really, just keep working and saving i suppose. except for the saving, thats not really happening so much.&lt;br /&gt;ok this has SERIOUSLY been enough procrastinating, its almost 6 and i have nothing done. i'm very disappointed in me, yet not surprised. *tear*&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (no love for school)&lt;br /&gt;ps: i heart all of the comments, and can i get a what what for mr. daniel dale of schulich fame finally coming out as a kelly's blog reader! WOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110984681264439760?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110984681264439760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110984681264439760' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110984681264439760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110984681264439760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-must-i-be-such-degen-527am.html' title='why must i be such a degen? 5:27am?!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110914457604080496</id><published>2005-02-23T01:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:01:38.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>fucking blogger!!&lt;br /&gt;edit: this was a post i posted because i thought blogger was not posting properly, but for some reason it was posting fine and my internet explorer wouldn't view the new posts....weirdest thing ever...and now i feel kind of bad, even though blogger is kind of a fucker and fucks up all the time, this time it wasn't bloggers fault!! awww poor blogger, i still love you!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (its all love blogger, until you fuck up again!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110914457604080496?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110914457604080496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110914457604080496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110914457604080496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110914457604080496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/02/hey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110914406045748188</id><published>2005-02-23T01:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T17:30:20.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>heyheyhey!</title><content type='html'>alrighty kids, its time for the usual pre-exam procrastinating post, this time for managerial accounting. now some of you may ask yourselves, why is kelly procrastinating accounting? doesn't she love accounting? and the answer, simply put, is no. i hate it. especially managerial accounting, which appears to be the biggest load of BS that schulich has tried to jam down our throats to date. i haven't attended this class what anyone would call "regularly", so i'm not really what anyone would call "prepared" or "up-to-date on any of the material taught thus far". so i'm kind of screwed...well really screwed. alana has inspired me with her no studying and still doing alright on her own exam, so i'm not too too nervous, but this is the midterm i'm most worried about by far. i continually get sick during the time when that class is held, i think because i usually have things due in my thursday classes, which stress me out and wreck my stomach, so i always end up sleeping through it or having to leave part way through. not cool at all. i'm going to have to have a little chat with my professor about that too, since last time i left he decided to make fun of me for leaving, which i guess is his little revenge for people getting up during lecture, but still it was not appreciated. so yes. on a happier note, i did well on my finance midterm, which is great because i really needed the confidence boost in ONE of my classes. actg is going down the crapper, and in stats we have no idea where we stand yet. mktg is a lost cause since its at 8:30 in the morning, but its hilariously easy so its all good. pretty much this semester is not exactly going great, but its almost over so i can't really complain. well i am complaining, so clearly i can. but perhaps i shouldn't. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;sooo making sense is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;i would like to say, to everyone who reads this blog, that i am very disappointed in you for not commenting on the sweaters. i mean, you didn't like the sweaters? you don't appreciate deals? what was it people? i go to all the effort of finding the pictures online and everything, and the only person who can comment is my new friend makeda? c'mon!! although i do heart makeda! come to arcade fire!! we'll make up for the stars mishap!!&lt;br /&gt;alright i've realized i have nothing to say, and i'm rambling senselessly, so i'm going to stop. perhaps i'll study, although it is more likely that i will just sleep&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (no love for actg at ALL!)&lt;br /&gt;ps: reading week=CALAMITOUS!!! thats all i gots to say!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110914406045748188?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110914406045748188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110914406045748188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110914406045748188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110914406045748188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/02/heyheyhey.html' title='heyheyhey!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110826343298451825</id><published>2005-02-12T20:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T21:17:17.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG $10 sweaters like the mad crazy</title><content type='html'>ok, so today i decided to go to holt refrew and make myself feel sad and poor, and i did, and after that i went to MAC and got ignored by some sales associates, and then i thought, why? i should go somewhere that makes me feel rich ever though i am very poor! and then, like a light and the end of a dark, very expensive tunnel, american eagle outfitters. beautiful. right away, the clearance signs drew me to the back of the store, and a "$9.95 and up" sign called to me. as it turns out, the sweaters on that rack were not only $9.95 and up, but they were ALL $9.95!!! WIN!!!! YAY i felt rich once again. i tried on like 9 of them, and i narrowed it down, through harsh self-discipline, to three. i'm happy with that, three sweaters for $30, definitely a good day. and so, i present to you the pictures of my three sweaters!! and OMG did i mention they were all $9.95?!?! BECAUSE THEY WERE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/new%20sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/new%20sweater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new sweater! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so this one is gorgeous and sort of wide-necked and i heart it very much. i almost bought it in pink as well, but i stopped myself because i didn't want to get TOO too excessive, you know with the buying multiple things in different colours, although its not like i have never done that before, so y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/new%20turtleneck!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/new%20turtleneck!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new turtleneck! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so this is not exactly the shirt i bought, because the one i have is like a pinky/red colour, but they didn't have that colour on the website so what do you want from me? but its the same sweater, so you can like visualize or whatever. DO IT!! VISUALIZE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/new%20red%20sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/new%20red%20sweater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my valentine's sweater! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty this one is a secret from nav so no one tell him, because i'm wearing it out to dinner on monday!! just because AE might have intended this as a christmas sweater, does NOT mean that the red doesn't work two months later as a valentine's day sweater, ok? THATS RIGHT!! a/w i'm very excited about this sweater, i think its officially my first off-the-shoulders shirt, so maybe i'm finally a part of the trend. or maybe me buying this signals that the trend is now dead. either way, YAY beautiful new v-day sweater!!!!&lt;br /&gt;speaking of v-day, on a completely different note, if anyone knows where i could get shirts printed with a graphic i have on my comp for cheap and in good quality, you should share this information with me. mostly the quality is important, for once the cheap comes second. i want to revive the vagimon shirts, because the one i have is very paper thin and i feel like if i wash it a few times it will disintegrate. and thats not very empowering. so yes, printing!!&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, finally i would like to say that my week of complete hell is over, my marketing case written and my finance exam complete. my stomach is very relieved that i'm over the stress and into the reading week, because let me tell you these past 6 days HAVEN'T been pretty. but now, YAY! plans include going to the keg, going to ottawa to visit jon, going out with all the tim hos, and hopefully plenty of tea-time in between. &lt;br /&gt;until next time, i love you all (especially makeda), i love the deals, i love reading week!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110826343298451825?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110826343298451825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110826343298451825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110826343298451825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110826343298451825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/02/omg-10-sweaters-like-mad-crazy.html' title='OMG $10 sweaters like the mad crazy'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110783767109094153</id><published>2005-02-07T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T22:41:11.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'LL BE SO PROUD!!!</title><content type='html'>yes everyone, i finally did it! i broke my gym record from last year of once, and went for my second time with tanya!! OH BABY! i feel good about this!! highlights included:&lt;br /&gt;-tanya reminding me that although a sports bra makes me look flat, its not like i had much to begin with. thanks tanya!&lt;br /&gt;-almost dying on the elyptical (sp?) trainer, and then getting back on and finishing the 20 minutes (double the time we were able to work on the bikes last time!!)&lt;br /&gt;-doing sit ups, only to be in immense pain this evening...i have to wonder if my stomach is exacting its revenge on me in the cruelest way possible&lt;br /&gt;-actually breaking a sweat. and we all thought it would never happen. and we definitely didn't think it would happen TWICE!! go me!&lt;br /&gt;-seeing schulich people there...just not good, people, thats not motivating for me&lt;br /&gt;ok so that was a good mix of real highlights and ghetto ones, i think, so i will have to remember to comment back on all of your wonderful comments at a later date, because the stomach fire is calling me to bed, so good night for now!&lt;br /&gt;and i want everyone to know that makeda is now my friend! YAY! makeda, there is a high probability that alana nav and i, or some combination of the three of us, will be at the stars and arcade fire shows in april. i propose that we meet up for a danceathon, providing you are not embarassed by incredibly inept white-girl dancing. because i'm sure not! WOO!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i love working out, but not so much the burning)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110783767109094153?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110783767109094153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110783767109094153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110783767109094153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110783767109094153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/02/youll-be-so-proud.html' title='YOU&apos;LL BE SO PROUD!!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110749746031922265</id><published>2005-02-04T00:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T00:36:23.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG its been too long!!</title><content type='html'>ok so i know i was supposed to blog about many other things, but you all let me down with the incredible lack of comments on my beautiful metric post, so i felt sad and uninspired. but now, with a few comments, including the wonderfully random dancing metric lady, i am once again motivated to post, although i can't guarantee that i remember anything, since a week is a long time for my ghetto memory to hold onto things. here we go! and no, you're not getting a new post for each of the previously mentioned topics!&lt;br /&gt;1) Broken Social Scene. more like an insanely unorganized-in-the-best-way music festival, this concert rocked me like wo, even after the beautiful emily haines had her musical way with me the night before. amazing. perfomances by stars (OMG!!), torq (from stars) making up an amazing song on the spot, apostle of hustle (!!!), gentleman reg covering FEIST (OMG AGAIN!!) with kevin drew, and many others that i can't remember at the moment. and the best part, kevin drew's extended set of talking to the crowd while sitting on a speaker, and recognizing my schulich homie diana and the people she came with as the people who unsuccessfully tried to sweet-talk their way into lee's before the show, but then eventually got in legally. they came without tickets, tried to donate money to be able to stay in the venue until the show, waited outside for TIME, tried unsuccessfully to buy tickets from scalpers who had no tickets, and eventually got in because they were the 10th, 11th, and 12th people who got sold the remaining 12 tickets that were being held for people who didn't show up. if thats not committment, i don't know what is. also i don't know how to spell, so maybe thats spelled wrong. did i mention that alana was part of this diana-schulich party? no i did not. BUT SHE WAS!! (YAYAYAYAY!) i would have been sad if she had missed stars, and torq, but fortunately she got in and came to find us. to conclude, this concert went till like 2 in the morning, which was ridiculous because no one could take the transit home, but was the best thing in the world, because it was so haphazard and thrown together, all for a good cause and with the best group of people. also i forced nav to face his fears and talk to emily after the show, which he did, and then was so disoriented that he didn't know how to walk afterwards. GOLD! was the "i had my birthday party at mcdonalds" shirt THAT charming nav? i guess so! so yes, soooo good, emily and amy are gorgeous, and i am in love with torq! the end!&lt;br /&gt;2) stars adventure from thursday. so alana and i decide that we must see stars play live. she looks online and finds out that they are playing at this place in hamilton. we pull a diana-party and head down to hamilton with nav, with no tickets. we show up and they are sold out, but after some sweet talkin' (probably), some tickets "open up" or something and they sell them to us. the venue is sooo tiny, even smaller than lees, and by the time gentleman reg (!!) and stars (!!!!) come on, we are in the FRONT ROW, which is key (haha) because the stage is only elevated about 6 inches above the floor. awesome. this show was amazing, my love for torq continued to grow throughout the show, and when it was all said and done i got a hug and a picture with alana torq and i. now that i think about it i might scan and post this picture, as it is the best thing i've ever seen. so good! this concert completes my week of rock, and i am thoroughly exhausted. also, i forgot to mention that alana and i have matching stars shirts! ok so they only had one pattern. but STILL! i heart matching. alana doesn't however, so we will never wear the shirts at the same time. boourns. but STILL people, STIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL!! after all is said and done i've spent $105 in concerts and concert-related merchandise in one week. this is heartbreaking. i must take some time away from the rockin, and concentrate a little more on the workin.&lt;br /&gt;3) the sassy comments comments will have to wait, since i am too lazy to open two browsers at once and see them, but i will comment on the dancing lady's comment. YOU ARE MY HERO. after seeing the dancing, and now seeing that she would be on the friend side, and not the dance-off a la let your backbone slide video side, i heart this girl. it has also come to my attention that she has been at various toronto shows, and is always all about the dancing. i heart this too. please read this and be my friend!! YAY! i can dance!! ok maybe not, but you are still awesome and i still want to be your friend. and also, how incredibly RANDO is it that priyanka (of mrs. cruise fame) KNOWS THIS GIRL AND SENT HER TO MY BLOG. ridiculous. SOOOOOOOO awesome though, i really feel random small-world type stuff. lovin it! go team!! in fact, GO! TEAM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok y'all, i really have to get back to/start studying for that stats midterm tomorrow, so i will catch you on the flipside/i promise i'll post more regularly, i swear! just comment damnit!! i can't post a new blog if theres zero comments!!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i love comments, and dancing! go dancing comment girl!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110749746031922265?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110749746031922265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110749746031922265' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110749746031922265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110749746031922265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/02/omg-its-been-too-long.html' title='OMG its been too long!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110680547220944733</id><published>2005-01-26T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T23:57:52.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so much to say, so little time!!</title><content type='html'>ok so even though this has been the craziest week of my LIFE, i'm going to try to pace the journal entries so that i don't procrastinate excessively when i should be writing my stats assignment. so i will talk about monday, or what will from now on be known as the day i lost my rock virginity to miss emily haines.&lt;br /&gt;so the day starts off pretty normally, with me attending finance, and then skipping the gym (next week i SWEAR), and then working on stats with alana. and once alana leaves to go to her afternoon class, things get a little crazy. the frustrations of the stats project start getting to me as the program (solver) starts breaking down and telling me that i have to reinstall excel (which i obviously don't have), and the question we were working on disintegrates into nonsense. i call nav and tell him i might not be able to attend the concert. oh no! i keep soldiering on though, and eventually excel stops being such a little bitch and finally gets something close to an answer. so i call it a night as far as schulich goes, and get ready to have the best two days of ALL TIME, which actually requires more or less packing than you might think (how do i know how much you think? JESUS!). ok, so i leave in a flurry of outfits and craziness, and meet nav downtown for our regular visit to the BK. then we hurry like mad to the mod club, even though we were sliding all over the snow, which i swear must have been like thigh-deep. probably. and then we get there, and who is there waiting for us?!? NIKKI AND ANDREW PIRON!!! best ever!! nikki was beautiful (!!!) and andrew was hilarious, and after much adventures with lotion and pockets and elastic bands, nikki and i go to buy matching metric shirts. i had a big decision ahead of me, since all of the shirts were so amazing and we disagreed as to which was the most amazing, but eventually nikki decided and i decided to match her, because i'm all about the matching. SO GOOD, and if you're lucky i will post a picture of this amazing shirt, but if you're REALLY lucky then you've already seen me wear it in person, which is obviously more awesome. OH YAH, and the girl at the booth was so entertained by our debates about the shirts that she gave us free pins. you can't beat that, people, you just can't!! so yes, the show! SOOOO FUCKING AMAZING LIKE CRAZY. emily is insane, and it is the best thing ever. i'm a big fan of RANDOM crowd surfing, or "diving" or whatever the concert speak is nowadays...omg she is just beautiful and just so, so, SO AWESOME!! after the concert we headed on over to sneaky dees, for more HILARITY and then back to nav's house for some usher spotlight watching. i love nikki and andrew, and i have to say that this night was the happiest i have felt in a long, long time. i haven't laughed so hard in forever, and it made me remember why i was so happy before university...just so good, in every way. i got home exhausted, with my thirst for rock thoroughly satisfied. i heart everything about this night, and i will always remember it despite my ridiculous memory problems. there were SO MANY gold quotes of the night, but you will have to settle for the one i can remember:&lt;br /&gt;"that was a SOLID porno..."-randoms at sneaky dees&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha awesome. also andrew referring to the insanely tall girls right in front of us at metric as "she-ras"...hahahahaha gold jerry, gold!&lt;br /&gt;OMG and i almost forgot after the concert, we were sitting around waiting for the coat check line to go away, and they were playing some ghetto reggae or something and these girls starting dancing and it was likea music video where everything was choreographed, and it blew my mind. i was torn between wanting to be their friend and wanting to have a danceoff like in that music video...yah you know the one, don't lie!!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm off to do stats, but WATCH OUT for upcoming posts:&lt;br /&gt;1) broken social scene on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;2) possible stars, but at least some type of adventure on thursday&lt;br /&gt;3) sassy responses to sassy comments!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (LOVE!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110680547220944733?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110680547220944733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110680547220944733' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110680547220944733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110680547220944733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-much-to-say-so-little-time.html' title='so much to say, so little time!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110619769102803453</id><published>2005-01-19T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T23:08:11.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping disappointment!!</title><content type='html'>so today i was flipping through old magazines looking for ads to cut out for marketing class, and i came across my novemeber issue of marie claire, and it appears as though i have not read this issue yet, as i find a deal SCREAMING out at me. you can find said deal &lt;a href="http://store.yahoo.com/netayajewelry/stsifrpefune.html#"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; aren't you proud that i learned how to link? i agree, i'm awesome. shoutouts to nav for teaching me, however lets get back to the story. after getting much input on the necklace, i come to the conclusion that i will purchase it. the fact that part of the sale goes towards a domestic abuse hotline only helps me justify buying it even more. and then, to my horror, when i get to the checkout, they only ship to the states. wtf. i hate online shopping!! DAMNIT!! after considering shipping it to my roommates house in the states and having them ship it here, i realize that i don't want the necklace if its going to cost me like $80. so i've given up on it. but if you have a house in the states, and a relative coming here soon who would like to stow my necklace away for a while, HOOK THAT UP!&lt;br /&gt;also today in black music we watched this footage of sly and the family stone, a funk band revered for their groundbreaking musical style and their ability to unite white and black people, women and men alike. truly awesome, and what was even MORE awesome was the footage of the fans, white, black, men, and women, as promised, all dancing like the WHITEST MALES YOU HAVE EVER SEEN. this video was freaking amazing, and if i could locate this footage online i would watch it all day, every day. SOOOO fucking good. this music unites people even to this day, as everyone in my class joined in laughing at these poor dancers. damn, if anyone can find this footage, i will give them my undying respect and admiration. this is a challenge to all of you!! hahahaha awesome&lt;br /&gt;i'll talk to everyone soon! and hopefully i'll be wearing a new necklace! and oh yah, about the pictures of the other stuff i bought, it is looking more unlikely every day...what can i say, i'm sorry, i guess? but webcam is so missions, trust!! actually the missions are just putting on the outfits, so i shouldn't be blaming the webcam...yah i'm just lazy, what can i say.&lt;br /&gt;byee everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i fucking HATE us-only websites!! fuck all of you websites!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110619769102803453?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110619769102803453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110619769102803453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110619769102803453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110619769102803453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/01/shopping-disappointment.html' title='shopping disappointment!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110590959120678373</id><published>2005-01-16T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T15:10:42.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>posting from the library!! excitement!!</title><content type='html'>so i'm at work right now, waiting for something interesting to happen, although i doubt that anything will...sometimes i think i hate working here, but then i realize that i just hate working period. i actually kind of like it here, and sometimes i love it. like now. i have a feeling that despite my bitterness about being back on the 28-days-later-esque deserted york campus early every sunday, that this might actually be the best time to work here. its slow, the day passes quickly with many breaks and not very many things to do, and theres no one keeping tabs on us. its actually kind of nice and relaxing for once. i really needed a day like this, and here it is, in all its $9/hour glory. but before i get all emotional about how awesome today is, let me tell you about the horror of this morning. i couldn't find a copy of my schedule, so i just assume i'm working a 10-6 shift, which was taken from some vague memory from my one other weekend shift at the library. so i stay up until 4am watching the oc season one with amber (we're going to watch them all! and we're already at #6!!), and then get up at 8am, and by get up i mean listen to my alarm go off for an hour and then get up. so in any case, i walk to the library for 10, and i don't see anyone else around. i try knocking on the glass. no sign of anyone. i sit on the floor, because i'm really, reeeeally lazy and it was a tiring 15 minute walk in the freezing cold. but no one shows up for like 5-10 minutes. and then i get the bright idea of looking at the library hours that are posted outside the door. 12-8 on sundays. motherfuckers. so i walk the 15 minutes home in the freezing cold so that i can shower and eat and not sit outside the library for two hours before it opens like a big keener. and then i walk back at 12. terrible. like an hour of walking in the damn freezing weather just to work this shift. but still, i'm enjoying it. i'm really dreading the day that my supervisor comes back from vacation, and brings with him all his anal-retentive micro-managing ways that make 4 hours seem like 8. but still he won't be in on the weekends, so it should be allll gravy until the end of the year. YAY! and now i'll sign off, before i get caught and fired! WOO!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (lovin' the library right now)&lt;br /&gt;ps: this is the BEST QUOTE EVER, big ups to jon and his hilarious commenting ways:&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway, don't stress about school, your assignments haven't even started. Just wait until it's the day before your exam and you haven't started studying, but instead of studying you talk to friends. Or wait until you have a music journal that is SEVEN THOUSAND PAGES due the next day that you haven't started. THEN AND ONLY THEN can you stress!"&lt;br /&gt;this is so awesome because its so true. and who was i talking to jon? thats right. so i guess you're really part of the problem then, hmm? (i heart jon!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110590959120678373?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110590959120678373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110590959120678373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110590959120678373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110590959120678373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/01/posting-from-library-excitement.html' title='posting from the library!! excitement!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110551072873053656</id><published>2005-01-11T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T00:22:14.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my oh my!</title><content type='html'>ok so i really need to start updating more, but i'm finding it hard to get back in the groove. mostly i think because blogger fucks up so much, and this is disheartening, especially when one puts as much thought and effort into their posts as i do (all for you!!!). this week is a wash, much like last week, school-wise at least, because i still have no books and so no readings and/or assignments are being completed. "but kelly", you say, "wouldn't you just wait until the very last second to do these assignments and readings anyways?" yes, dear reader, yes i would. but i enjoy the security of having the books in my possession nonetheless. so i'm a little ON EDGE right now hahaha woooooo losing it!&lt;br /&gt;ok so to alleviate some of my stress, i went shopping today. originally i wanted to buy a shirt at urban outfitters that read "g is for gangsta", but after much deliberation, and after seeing a lame much music vj wearing the same shirt, i decided against it. so instead i went on a spree which included the following:&lt;br /&gt;American Eagle:&lt;br /&gt;cute hat, originally: $24.50, kelly's price: $3.95!! matching gloves, originally: $22.50, kelly's price: $4.95!! i rule. also, i must add, with a certain amount of shame, that the reason i needed to buy gloves was that my previous pair (see boxing day entry), which cost a mere $3.33, now have a hole, and i'm not feeling the whole hobo chic thing just yet.&lt;br /&gt;black v-neck sweater, also features a v in the back! nice touch ae. for some reason the original price has been removed, but since its ae i'm guessing somewhere around $50. my price however? $19.99! booyah! i've been looking for a black vneck for some time now, but i've always given up because what i REALLY want is the smart set standby vneck. well i've given up this dream, at least until next year, and i'm now prepared to settle. but not by much really, i mean this sweater is still BOMB and everything, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Urban Outfitters:&lt;br /&gt;knee-length, slate-coloured skirt, cute cargo-y pockets with string ties goin on, original price: $64, kelly's price: $19.99!! b'dee!! even though it is way too cold to even think about wearing a skirt, i enjoy this deal. come summer i'll be thanking myself! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;long (bum-length) maroon cardigan, with, wait for it...POCKETS!!! it is really too much to expect pockets, but pockets i desired and pockets i received!! plus instead of buttons it has snaps, which are infinitely more frustrating and also much cooler. this is one of the best bargains i have ever experienced, in fact its up there with the long black silk skirt from club monaco which was originally like $111 or something and was down to $10. amazing. but in any case, the original (and most ridiculous) price of this sweater was $123, but i purchased it for only $19.99. i even amaze myself sometimes, what can i say.&lt;br /&gt;dangly beautiful earrings, with all different coloured stones, no deal here, just the original $24. but you gotta appreciate the dangle.&lt;br /&gt;and the best find of the day, and one which surpassed the "g is for gangsta" in its wittiness, a black t-shirt with white writing, stating that i am indeed "PROUD TO BE AWESOME". is there really any other word to describe this besides awesome? i think not. $32. no deal. didn't need one, either, though i secretly wanted one, who am i kidding.&lt;br /&gt;i will try to get pictures up as soon as possible, meaning as soon as i get off my ass and put on all the stuff to model for the pictures. its more effort than it sounds like!!&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i got a hair cut (more of a trim, actually), and the hairdresser taught me how to use not only mousse, but also a diffuser!! YAY! so now i can enjoy the curly, giggly hair that other girls have known about for CENTURIES!! YAY! also pictures of this are coming, maybe. if i can get it to look proper...practise makes perfect i guess? i hope? ah well, i enjoy the mistakes too, so its allllll good.&lt;br /&gt;ok WOW long post, i promise pictures are on their way, and thankyou everyone for all of the comments!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i love shopping to releive stress! works every time!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110551072873053656?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110551072873053656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110551072873053656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110551072873053656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110551072873053656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-oh-my.html' title='my oh my!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110496461715410146</id><published>2005-01-05T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T16:36:57.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>updates! YAY!</title><content type='html'>hello everyone! i know you're all dying for a kelly update, so here we go! new years was awesome, i FINALLY broke my perma-tilt poker curse by not only winning a hand, but winning the first tournament of the night! YES! only a $5 game, but still, i'll take it over continually losing ANY night. and then to make the night even better, melissa broke her own curse by winning the second game. sooo good. the ladies RETURN!! so all of you guys out there who are used to seeing me crying and/or too fucked to care after a game, NO MORE!! the tilt is over!! and now with my new poker chips i am prepared to SWEEP! mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;also, it is the season for new semesters, and mine is going pretty normal so far, which is to say i'm experiencing MUCH anxiety about books and new courses and groupwork and the like. eww to all of this. and my nexium prescription ran out on sunday, so i'm not sure whether its the stress or the lack of proton pump inhibitation that is making my stomach feel more than a little off. i need to have like one of those double-blind research things, where only one variable changes at a time or something...is that what double blind means? i dunno, i'm not in science, but if you are then you should make me your project for the term and if you cure me your teacher will give you an a. TRUST! &lt;br /&gt;in any case the main reason i'm updating is to avoid studying for my music test which is in about an hour, so clearly i should go study. OH! and also i have made new years resolutions, which i guess i should write down so that i'm accountable or something: 1) to work out. tanya will help me with this one, by forcing me to go to the gym with her every monday. i'm SO going to do this, even if the other resolutions fall through. SERIOUS THIS TIME!! for reals!! 2) to stop procrastinating SO much. i know i can't stop altogether, as this is part of my nature, but at least a little bit, because its killing me, quite literally. how sad. 3) i had a third one, but i can't remember. perhaps it was to attend class? maybe it was to work on my poor memory? who knows. not me. in any case the first two are quite enough to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;judging by the comments section, it looks like kevin is the only one reading this, so maybe i should start pandering to the audience...umm i tried to think of witty lingo here but could only think of debit/credit...engineering lingo anyone? WOW. hhaaha ok time to go memorize more songs...&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (no love for new semesters.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110496461715410146?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110496461715410146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110496461715410146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110496461715410146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110496461715410146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2005/01/updates-yay.html' title='updates! YAY!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110418530827441781</id><published>2004-12-27T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T16:08:28.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas and happy boxing day!!!</title><content type='html'>so i hope everyone had an awesome christmas, mine was happy and much better than the past few years. among the highlights were:&lt;br /&gt;-receiving a set of poker chips, a frame i've been dying for, an electric razor, and most importantly THE OC SEASON ONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-nav kicking my family's ass in scene it, this movie trivia game...who could've seen that one coming?&lt;br /&gt;-FINALLY seeing mav and tanya outside of the schulich building, took some time but was worth the wait!&lt;br /&gt;-listening to my new feist cd (thanks nav!) all the way to brantford, despite protests from my dad and brothers, and listening to stars all the way home&lt;br /&gt;ok and now onto the shopping i did today!! i missed boxing day itself because i kiiind of napped too much after work, but i went today and all the sales were still on so its all good. heres what i got!! (in the order purchased!!):&lt;br /&gt;-maroon vneck sweater from old navy. original price: $22.50, kelly's price: $8.99!!! boo yah! but does ANYONE pay full price at old navy? ever?&lt;br /&gt;-from gap: black vneck shirt with satin collar and cuffs, original price: $34.50, kelly's price: $12.99!! mwahaha! green front-crossover shirt with contrast trim, original price: $29.50, kelly's price: $9.99!! WIN!! and one that i actually waited to go on sale before i would buy it, cinnamon roll lip balm, original price: $4.50, kelly's price: $1.99! YAY gap! only good when you're on sale!!&lt;br /&gt;-jeans from american eagle, the same ones i already own, but hey, i needed another pair, original price: $49.50, kelly's price: $44.50, but i have the sneaking suspicion that the jeans are usually $44.50 and they just sheisted everyone by saying "take $5 off!". fuckers. but these i wanted before boxing day, and i had a $50 gift card from christmas, so hopefully everyone will forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;-two scarves and a pair of gloves that matches one of the scarves, from suzy shier, all three for just $10!! definitely my proudest purchase of the day, and in fact i found it hard to hold back from getting another 3 scarves for $10 more. such selection, such value! good thing my mom was there to restrain me, or i'd have like 7 scarves by now. anyways one scarf is really soft and light grey and has reaaaally long tassly-type stuff going on, and the other is like pink and patterned and has gloves to match, with the pink and the pattern and whatnot. exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;so overall i would say i did pretty good for myself this boxing day, and although i am too lazy to calculate how much i saved, i'm sure you can all just think about it in admiration of my incredible shopping skillz. straight up!&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone had similar deal-finding excitement!! and also christmas related excitement! YAY! and i'm out!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i LOVE THE DEALS!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110418530827441781?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110418530827441781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110418530827441781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110418530827441781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110418530827441781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-boxing-day.html' title='merry christmas and happy boxing day!!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110394479935406362</id><published>2004-12-24T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T21:19:59.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ooo christmas!!</title><content type='html'>so christmas is in a few hours and i'm starting to get excited about the morning!! YAY! seeing our baby tree with all of the presents underneath has made me feel all christmas spirity! YAYAY christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;in other news:&lt;br /&gt;1)my anniversary was on wednesday, 4 years!! hard to beleive its been that long, and i'm so happy about it! i got a beautiful necklace that matches my ring and bracelet, can't wait to show it off at the family christmas tomorrow!! YAY jewelery!! nav really liked his shaving set, thanks to everyone who helped with my deliberations about his gift, and MOST thanks to mehul who patiently waited while i debated in the holt renfrew about what to do (love!!). so yes, good times had by all, and the BEST part was that i ate at the keg and didn't get sick!! OMG PRIME RIB YOU SLAY ME WITH YOUR TASTE!! sooooooooooooooooooooooo good. damn. i could NOT be a vegetarian after eating there. theres really no going back.&lt;br /&gt;2)i suck at poker. i don't know what happened, but i completely suck and have lost the most money of my life over the past like 3 days. eww. really now. what has happened to the girl power? i think it is back in res with my lip venom. boooourns.&lt;br /&gt;ok so there is a quick update, i'm sure i will have more to say once i go back to school and embark on the adventure that will be second semester. some ghetto classes, let me tell you! and now i'm off to go to bed early so that i can wake up early and open presents! puuuure grade 2 strategies at work with that one. talk to everybody later!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110394479935406362?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110394479935406362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110394479935406362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110394479935406362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110394479935406362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/12/ooo-christmas.html' title='ooo christmas!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110345369439324434</id><published>2004-12-19T04:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T04:54:54.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tim hos</title><content type='html'>so, much to everyone's dismay, i am once again working at tim hortons. just for the break though, not permanently...yet.&lt;br /&gt;i needed to do this because i couldn't work at the library over the break, since it is both closed and far from my house, so i called up sharon and she took me back (awwwwww). so its pitiful that i'm back there, but its also pitiful to have no money, so anyone who opposes the tim hos and HASN'T donated to the kelly fund can go suck an egg! thats right, suck an egg i said!!&lt;br /&gt;the reactions to my being back there have been mixed. customers happy, coworkers (full-time, not my part-time homies) not so happy. see, they are all middle-aged and resentful of the fact that despite their age, they have to do what i say. so i have been met with a little bit of sass, although not enough to drive me out of there. the customers definitely make up for it. seeing all my regulars again was definitely a plus, and they were happy to see me and asking where i was and how school was going, so at least someone noticed that i left, even if my coworkers told the boss that i quit and got all my record-of-employment papers filed. fuckers. and ALSO, on drive-thru i got many customers (jon's aunt among them, indra WHAT?) saying that they thought i was back by how fast the line was moving, and this sadly made me happy, because my life is tim hortons.&lt;br /&gt;so pretty much i sleep from 4pm-6am every day, and wake up achey, because tim hortons is much more physically demanding than i remember, and is slowly sucking the life out of me.&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing! i have noticed that there were no comments on the previous post! this i cannot beleive. are you people too busy with your exams to give me even a small shout out? seriously people, this makes me sad. ok so my life is now tim hortons AND my blog comments. hahahaha wow i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;ok its now approaching 6am so i must change into the tim ho that you all know and love, and head on over for another 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (christmas AND my anniversary are quickly approaching!! aren't you excited!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110345369439324434?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110345369439324434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110345369439324434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110345369439324434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110345369439324434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/12/tim-hos.html' title='tim hos'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110296011434460143</id><published>2004-12-13T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T11:48:34.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SO DONE OMG</title><content type='html'>YAY so i am totally done now, soooooooooooo early and soooooooooooooo good, so i will give you MY exam review, which is to say i will review my exam experience for all of you! i know you're excited DON'T LIE!!&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: 9am econ. stay up all night tuesday, no sleep, unbeleiveable, the exam rapes everyone, somehow i expected it to be worse, but this was only because of my 55% midterm FIASCO. so i have no good read on how i actually did. but in the end i'm just happy that my most difficult exam is over. afterwards i come home and have the worst sleep of my life until 9pm. so many interruptions, and i feel worse after waking up. boo. i procrastinate studying for stats (thursday) until 4:30am. i'm not sure what my strategy was here, but i'm SURE that it wasn't good. no sleep once again, but this time its not so bad since i had the bad sleep until 9.&lt;br /&gt;thursday: 9am stats. after my foolish studying, tanya comes over at 7:30 and helps me review. apparently i look as though i've slept. good times. after writing the exam, i feel like laughing, since the questions were so HILARIOUS and not even related to anything in the text, in a good way, in the way that you could BS a perfect answer without taking the course. soooo good. i am thankful for this exam, because if it had been at all course-related i probably would have failed. this sentiment is echoed by all my classmates, who agree that they too were right not to study at all. but i know they did study, so jokes on them. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ghetto weekend, getting sick at work, just plain terrible.&lt;br /&gt;followed by.......&lt;br /&gt;monday: 9am accounting. now, the thing about this is that i was not going to study, then i studied with mav and realized how much i needed to cover (i heart mav) and then i intended to study on my own after she went home. but what i ACTUALLY ended up doing was taking a "nap" and waking up at like 7:10 this morning without studying at all. nooo good, i tell you. no matter how easy you think an exam will be, when you don't study its hard, trust. felt ok until i talked to people after and realized that i missed the mark completely on the case, which was more than 50% of the marks, but hey, who needs 50% of the marks? ohhhhhhhh dear... but then i felt better when i realized i was DONE SO SO SO SO DONE so now i feel a lot better. and the icing on the cake was getting gift certificates from second cup from my secret santa (winson) for christmas, which i intend to use over the break! YES! YAY! &lt;br /&gt;and in a few minutes i will be heading home for the holidays, so good times will be had, mostly sleep related, but thats allll good with me.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can keep posting over the break but we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;b'dee!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly! (i love being done!! YAYAYAYAYAY!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110296011434460143?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110296011434460143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110296011434460143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110296011434460143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110296011434460143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-done-omg.html' title='SO DONE OMG'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110290689017849941</id><published>2004-12-12T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T21:27:01.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thankyou york!!</title><content type='html'>well well well, here i was, stressing out about my finances, and why? WHY?!?! when i know york is out there, helping the students who need it.&lt;br /&gt;explanation: so i check my yorkmail account, and i have a new message from the bursary people. so i'm thinking, maybe its a rejection letter, or maybe, MAYBE, its them telling me that they're helping me out&lt;br /&gt;verdict: $160. wtf. thanks a bunch york. i realize that $160 is better than nothing, and don't look a gift horse in the mouth and whatever, and its christmas so money is always a good thing, but COME ON. SERIOUSLY. is my financial need a fucking joke to you?!?!? fuck. fuck york, why do i go to such a broke ass school? seriously now. wow. $160. damn.&lt;br /&gt;its just NOT RIGHT people. not right at all. york makes me feel sad, really deep down.&lt;br /&gt;my only hope now is calvin, and the mercy of the schulich financial aid people, who i haven't yet heard from but maybe they just don't send out rejections...&lt;br /&gt;*tear for being broke at christmas, and also for my accounting exam tomorrow that i haven't studied for. booooourns.&lt;br /&gt;but YAY! for the fact that it is my last exam and afterwards i can go home and enjoy my freedom between semesters for a whole like 3 weeks or whatever. and starting in like the dec 20s everyone comes home! YAYAYAAYY!&lt;br /&gt;happy now!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (much love for christmas, in all its snowbound glory!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110290689017849941?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110290689017849941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110290689017849941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110290689017849941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110290689017849941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/12/thankyou-york.html' title='thankyou york!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110246866779611413</id><published>2004-12-07T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T19:17:47.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ok so i obviously won that contest</title><content type='html'>nice try justin, we all know debit and credit are my third and fourth favourite words. fucker.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to tell everyone the BEST PART of feist, which was seeing not one but TWO celebrities in the audience!!&lt;br /&gt;1)k-os!!!!! yes indeed, after much deliberation we came to the conclusion that k-os was among us!! OMG!!! and i walked by him!! i feel famous!!&lt;br /&gt;and so much more importantly:&lt;br /&gt;2)the girl from that bailey's commercial where the guy almost wipes the baileys off her chest and its like "sense of adventure" or whatever. i tell YOU what a sense of adventure is--seeing her in real life!! and you know who she was hanging out with? K-OS!!!! no lies. this was the coolest experience of my life, walking by the two of them. and i almost touched them. probably. i want to be hip to the canadian celebrity scene! damnit!!&lt;br /&gt;SO GOOD OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;and that is all for now, as i have wasted a whole day not studying for econ, and i have an exam tomorrow at 9am. damnit. not good. and after that i have to study for stats, which is thursday at 9am. this will not be a good two days, but i've pretty much given up and i'm ready to spend some quality sleeping time at home.&lt;br /&gt;YAY christmas break!!!&lt;br /&gt;8 combined hours of exams and i'm done! WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i love being done!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110246866779611413?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110246866779611413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110246866779611413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110246866779611413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110246866779611413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/12/ok-so-i-obviously-won-that-contest.html' title='ok so i obviously won that contest'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110235404521710325</id><published>2004-12-06T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:27:25.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>omg i miss you!</title><content type='html'>well i haven't posted in TIME! and i miss you all!&lt;br /&gt;i had SO MUCH to post but since i have such a bad memory i have actually forgotten my stories. this makes me sad! but here is what i do remember:&lt;br /&gt;-FEIST!!! i attended my second concert of all time this thursday, which was monumental because after my first concert, i was was so traumatized that i have stayed away from the live music SCENE for a while, but now i will make my comeback! and to the concert i wore the hugs for thugs shirt, and the heart miniskirt, and of course my new hothot boots!! SO GOOD OMG!! and i bought a shirt at the concert which i absolutely love!! and when i wore it the next day it met pretty much the same fate as the hugs for thugs and lloyd dobbler shirts, in that no one noticed and i was sad. the people i go to school with don't even realize i'm there, its really awesome. although i guess thats better than them being obsessed with me and asking me out (*tear ssb guys)(*tear my ssb girls). so to conclude this concert was awesome and i want to be in a sexy hotel room with leslie feist. SOOOO GOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;-the next day i actually went to accounting. this too is monumental, because not only do i not usually go, but this time i wasn't on campus i was DOWNTOWN!! and i walked my broke ass in the cold all the way to the subway and took transit back to school at like 7 in the morning. i was very proud of this. i couldn't beleive i actually made it 1) out of bed 2) to the subway 3) to class. i definitely thought i would fall off the wagon at one of these points, but NO! i didn't! YAY determination! which reminds me that i slept through econ today....damn.&lt;br /&gt;-MUSIC JOURNALS!! please note this list is not in chronilogical order, because of memory issues. i wrote 125 music journals, essentially reviews of songs, in a period of 24 hours. it was due on wednesday at 7, and i worked from 7 on tuesday all the way through, pulling what i think was my first official all-nighter, without copping out and getting like 15 minutes of sleep here or there. so awesome. trust me, other people that are taking music were horrified that i did this. it was unprecendented. and most people just write like 20 and then switch with a bunch of people, which i chose not to do, despite the fact that i could have been done much earlier, with probably a much higher quality journal. once again a source of pride for me, until i showed up and placed my plain black duotang on top of all the full-colour collaged binders full of music journals, and i forgot that the people taking this class have nothing better to do than make an incredible fucking project for this class, while i have real classes to attend to. fuckers. ah well. 70s WHAT?! hahaha awesome.&lt;br /&gt;ok so thats all of the fun stuff i can remember for now, but i will try to post more regularly since i know all of your lives depend on reading this every day. don't lie. i know they do.&lt;br /&gt;and i would ALSO like to say that apparently justin and nav are the only people who know me at all, and the only people that answer the trivia questions. i can't beleive you people! at least jon posted SOMETHING. way to go! i will forgive you not knowing the answers. as for the prizes, all of them will have to be collected over the christmas break, when everyone comes home, as justin has already received a candy package in the mail, so the novelty has gone.&lt;br /&gt;and now it is time to go to stats and hand in our crappy assignment, then off to OB to hand in my reflection that i just finished, and to see what my group members have come up with for our presentation..."clutch time"...i hope so...hahaha i love not contibuting anything to projects, probably. kind of worried, but then its only 10% of my final, so i'm willing to trust them with that. eeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;ok i will post more sometime later!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly! (i love posting!)&lt;br /&gt;ps: and if anyone wants to go to yorkdale with me today, holla!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110235404521710325?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110235404521710325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110235404521710325' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110235404521710325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110235404521710325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/12/omg-i-miss-you.html' title='omg i miss you!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110182977303439598</id><published>2004-11-30T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T10:05:11.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>another picture! lucky you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/Picture%2043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/Picture%2043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shirt OMG! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i forgot to post a picture of this awesome shirt a few weeks ago when it came in the mail...i'm addicted to internet shopping!! a/w anyone who can tell me what movie this is from will get candy! YAY! more candy! thats right! and nav cannot answer!! because he already knows!! and he has had the bonus of seeing the shirt in real life, TRUST its awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;and if you're thinking that this must be a way to procratinate even further on the music journals, you are 100% correct. i have to write all 125 of them today. eeeeee. sad eeeee.&lt;br /&gt;YES so now you have all seen the pretty shirt, and i will go start my journals....probably...&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i love music but hate writing journals!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110182977303439598?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110182977303439598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110182977303439598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110182977303439598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110182977303439598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/another-picture-lucky-you.html' title='another picture! lucky you!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110144575347135273</id><published>2004-11-25T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:28:19.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG do you see this picture?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/the%20boot%20omg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/the%20boot%20omg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boot OMG!!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the boot that has been causing all of the drama in my life. this sexy, sexy boot, by franco sarto, which fits like a glove along the bottom but like a baggy glove at the top. its been at the shoe fixer guy for three weeks now, and i'm supposed to pick it up saturday night. i'm so anxious!! i need this boot to fit me in such a BAD/GOOD WAY!!! omg. seriously. this boot gives me tingly feelings when i put it on. i'm not sure i should be advertising that, but i'm sure when you all see it you'll understand why. ohhhhh yah.&lt;br /&gt;what YOU sayin, boot?&lt;br /&gt;for REALS!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (ohhhhhhhhhhhh yah. i think i need a moment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110144575347135273?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110144575347135273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110144575347135273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110144575347135273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110144575347135273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/omg-do-you-see-this-picture.html' title='OMG do you see this picture?!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110144183211836421</id><published>2004-11-25T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T22:03:52.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>falling in love all over again</title><content type='html'>so i skipped stats and black music to go downtown early and shop with nav. however, due to both of us sleeping through the afternoon, i ended up getting there somewhere around 7, and this is when the true adventure began. i walked to second cup to wait for nav, and when he showed up he gave me, wait for it ladies, A BEAUTIFUL LONG STEMMED ROSE!!!! the first rose of our relationship! and as all my girlfriends know, i have been campaigning for said rose for a FULL 47 months. and i finally got it!! b'dee!!! and so we started to walk towards the classy section of toronto, where one may find holt renfrew, chanel, and of course h&amp;amp;m where our broke asses were headed, and it began to rain a little harder, and a little harder, until it was pouring and we were both drenched. SO GOOD!! i love getting soaked in the rain, so awesome!! so we're dripping wet and we realize that for some reason, all of the stores are closed. and its only like 7:45!! and then i read the doors and find out they all close at SEVEN!!! wtf!!! but this just adds to the complete randomness and awesomeosity of us soaking wet looking into the windows of these designer stores, and they're all closed, and we walked so far for nothing but at the same time it was so much fun. soooo good. i love it. LOVE IT OMG SO MUCH!! i can't stop smiling thinking about how drenched we were and how cold it was and how happy and good it felt. so we decide to take transit (good idea!) to the eatons centre so we can get our shop on for the last half hour of the mall being open, and nav almost found some clothes but not quite, and i looked like a DAMN FOOL in the mall because my hair goes all wavy in the rain, and we saw a security guard that was WAY too GQ model looking to be in protection services, and i looked for the smart set standby sweater (every girl has one of these trust me) but apparently they sold out this year? so i bought a turtleneck instead. the end! of the shopping adventure! YAY! and then we went home to the warm and watched the oc on dvd (go pat!). what a perfect date, and i never could have predicted it! YAY! happy good times YAY!&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow the plan is actg presentation, internship fair, then work, then maybe work on my music journal for a bit? YES good plan kelly!&lt;br /&gt;and YAY to melissa finally breaking down and visiting the blog! YAYAYAYAY!&lt;br /&gt;and ELC reunions!! *tear so good!!&lt;br /&gt;love you ALL!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (ok maybe not everyone who reads this, but certainly a few!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110144183211836421?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110144183211836421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110144183211836421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110144183211836421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110144183211836421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/falling-in-love-all-over-again.html' title='falling in love all over again'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110126984580581906</id><published>2004-11-23T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:17:25.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>library FOOLERY!!</title><content type='html'>so today i was doing the most ridiculous project at work. here we go:&lt;br /&gt;my boss made my coworker go downstairs into storage where we keep all the ghetto old bound periodicals, and pull all the books off the shelf that didn't have those stickers on the spine with the call numbers on them. then today, i had to go through the nearly 90 books, and open each one and copy onto a pad of paper the call number, usually written somewhere around the 3rd page. this is not even the part that bothered me. the part that bothered me was that instead of putting into motion the process of printing the labels for these books, my boss made me reshelve them into the storage area. meaning that in a few weeks when he finally DOES print the labels, someone will have to go back downstairs, search for the unmarked books once again, which may be challenging considering they are UNMARKED, and then match each sticker up with the proper book. now wouldn't it have made more sense to just leave the books on the cart, and then they'd all be arranged in order with the stickers and it could be done in a matter of minutes, instead of the hours it will take now? yes, it would make more sense, but we're not looking for sense at the library, we're looking for redundancy and the best way to keep workers busy without letting them do anything meaningful. what a HUGE waste of resources. i'm convinced that its shit like this that contributes to york being so damn ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;in other news, on my way home i was headed to wendys, to get my usual classic single and baked potato dinner, and i was thinking "i really don't want to eat a classic single and baked potato" and then, the chinese food restaurant appeared, like a mirage in the food desert. so i had some rice and lemon chicken. which in hindsight may have been a bad idea, but fuck it, because today i had toast and scrambled eggs and it totally murdered me, and i've been in pain all day, so i'm going to damn well eat what i please. so there. and now my stomach feels a little turmoily, but ah well what can i do, right? my only regret is that i'd so much rather eat nav's mom's lemon chicken, and even though it wasn't available to me at the time i feel like i've wasted an eating of lemon chicken. mmmm nav's mom's cooooooking....mmmm butter chicken.....mmmmm pizza......ok seriously i need to pay a visit. i'm dyin here, and i'm in pain anyways so i might as well eat good food. this is kelly FED UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha ok so now its time to help edit the cursed econ essay and then go to bed&lt;br /&gt;nitenite everyone!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i love my mom #2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110126984580581906?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110126984580581906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110126984580581906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110126984580581906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110126984580581906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/library-foolery.html' title='library FOOLERY!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110123627877328689</id><published>2004-11-23T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T12:57:58.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>finally a sense of relief</title><content type='html'>so last night i finally finished the terrible economics essay, right after bombing my OB exam. i fell asleep after writing my sad blog and crying to nav, so i didn't study until i woke up in the morning. apparently all day wasn't enough time to read the required chapters. ah well. all i can do now is hope for the best. the next few days will be dedicated to accounting and music, my two GREAT PASSIONS! hahaha awesome. accounting presentation on friday, and a music journal due next wednesday, with a required 125 entries...of which i've written none, of course. good times. after some long thinking about it though, i realized that most of the entries can be totally crappy, because theres no way that the TAs will read all of them, or even most of them. they're gonna read a few, look at the presentation of it for effort, and move on. so i will probably end up writing the entire journal between monday and tuesday somewhere. but i'm going to try to start early. because monday and tuesday will equal SCREWATION otherwise. i felt like such a weight was lifted of my shoulders when i finally e-mailed out that econ essay, i can only imagine the happiness when this journal is finished. INSANE happiness! and shortly after that i get to go home and see everyone who lives far away! YAY! happyhappyhappy times to be had quite soon i think! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;so now that i sound like a manic-depressive, i would like to say that toooo many of my moods are controlled by school, so next semester i'm going to try harder to get shit done ahead of time. i don't think it will work, because i know myself, but i'm going to try at least. because i will not let schulich ruin any more days for me!! well, except the days i have to be there, which are already ruined.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou to jonathan, the only person who came to my rescue when i was teetering on the edge of insanity in that last post. i really need to start talking to people in person. for reals!&lt;br /&gt;ok time to make a handout now, before i have to go to the library...damn i need to quit all my jobs. which reminds me i'm not sure if i've said this already, but i told sharon i can work beginning right after my exams. i'm not sure why, i think because somewhere deep down i realize that i'm broke and it will be one GHETTO christmas without working, but i'm really not looking forward to it. in fact, when i was at home this weekend, i had a crazy nightmare about working there, and the manager from drivethru was at my store, and i was tyring to make coffee but everything was filthy and people were in my way, and people were getting burned and stuff, it was crazy. and this used to happen on a more regular basis when i worked there more often, especially if it was a bad day for customer freak-outs and whatnot. so i'm looking forward to a nightmarish three weeks working there again. eee literally nightmarish! LITERALLY!!! hahaha ok bye!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (no love for tim hos!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110123627877328689?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110123627877328689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110123627877328689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110123627877328689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110123627877328689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/finally-sense-of-relief.html' title='finally a sense of relief'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110109798698801896</id><published>2004-11-21T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T22:33:06.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely and turning to blogger</title><content type='html'>damn, i feel really fucked up, and i have no one to talk to. and now i'm blogging. so. damn. sad.&lt;br /&gt;i have an OB midterm tomorrow, which of course i haven't studied for, and for which i feel completely unprepared. and the added pressure i put on myself because i did well on the first midterm in this class, making it the only chance i have at an A this semester, is really wearing me down. so i keep procrastinating, eating, watching tv, cleaning my apartment, so that i can avoid attempting to studying because then i'll actually have to face all of the material. and on top of this i have to write my section of a crappy, incredibly dry economics group essay, which i promised i would have done tuesday, and then thursday, and then friday, and now today, but which i'm obviously not going to write because of this midterm. and i feel terrible about it because the person i'm hurting isn't myself, but the person who has to edit and compile the essay, who is one of the few people in schulich i actually like, and who has been really understanding and hasn't minded thusfar. but i still feel terrible. and my happiness about being done this semester in three weeks has faded to this apprehension about how much i have to do in the three weeks. so yah, i'm feeling a little stressed to say the least. and i'm alone. and i'm talking to myself in my friggin blog. for reals i need help.&lt;br /&gt;kelly (so sad and lonely, no love over here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110109798698801896?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110109798698801896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110109798698801896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110109798698801896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110109798698801896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/lonely-and-turning-to-blogger.html' title='lonely and turning to blogger'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110088846027625935</id><published>2004-11-19T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T12:21:00.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>results!</title><content type='html'>ok so the ultrasound came back negative, meaning there were no abdominal abnormalities. GREAT. what the fuck. you know you're getting desperate when a normal test result is more disappointing than an abnormal one. fuckfuckfuck. now i'm really depressed and i have to go to the library, which will only make me more depressed. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;kelly (no love at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110088846027625935?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110088846027625935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110088846027625935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110088846027625935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110088846027625935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/results.html' title='results!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110088543130104198</id><published>2004-11-19T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T11:30:31.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>they finally did it!! and so did i!!!</title><content type='html'>FINALLY an episode of the oc up to par with what i expect from the best show of all time. it was all back, the witty banter, the awkwardness, all in all the GOOD TIMES!!! the first 20 minutes had me sold, i knew the episode would be dandy--and how bout that seth cohen everyone? isn't he just the cutest thing? yes, yes he is!! and he got all dressed up...damn you zack!! but zack is also the best guy in the world, so you can't really be mad at him. he let summer go, he took her back, this guy is amazing. i can't wait for the reveal on his major flaw, like hes got webbed toes or something. it will be grand. marissa continues being the spoiled little brat that she always has been, but soon she may be replaced with the girl ryan! YAY girl ryan! thats right, just like ryan but a girl. and also less fighty. and meanwhile summer is being replaced by crazy purple streaked hair highschool drop-out girl? maybe not so much.&lt;br /&gt;and in other news, i finished my accounting essay relatively early for me, i was in bed by 2:30, everything printed, but that didn't help me get my ass to accounting this morning...thank god for mav, or that essay would still be in my backpack right now. but back to the sense of accomplishment getting that shit done! YES! we had to cut a whole page single spaced, of a 5 page essay. brutal. some sketchy tactics were used, rewording, making it so that every line took up the entire line instead of just a few words. but its DONE, so i don't care. now i need to make a handout and a powerpoint presentation. did i mention i've never used powerpoint before? yah this should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;SO three more weeks and 3 days and then i'm home for christmas vacation!! being almost done school=WIN!!&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i just remembered i should call the doctor and see if they have my results...stay on the line! real time results, how exciting! ok i got the machine. but how cool would it be if i actually got the results while talking to everybody? ok, don't lie, i know you thought it would be cool. fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;ok so ultrasound update a little later! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;and now its time to get ready for work! YAY library! good times!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (sooo much love for the OC being back! no seth and marissa hookups damnit!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110088543130104198?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110088543130104198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110088543130104198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110088543130104198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110088543130104198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/they-finally-did-it-and-so-did-i.html' title='they finally did it!! and so did i!!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110078677361215625</id><published>2004-11-18T07:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T08:09:16.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ok we really need to start killing people</title><content type='html'>today marks like the millionth day in a row that the fire alarms have gone off in the morning, continuing the tradition of me being woken up to the worst sound in the world. and at 8 in the fucking morning?! fuck you people who can't watch your own toast!! FUCK YOU!!! my only consolation was that i am such a hobo that i fell asleep in my clothes and so i didn't have to get dressed before going outside. hoboing is awesome. jon knows.&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i love my black music class, if only for the comparison that was drawn by our guest lecturer yesterday: "you know when an athlete has a trainer and they do their training, but some athletes go back and train even more on top of that? that was diana ross. DIANA ROSS WAS ROCKY. "&lt;br /&gt;this is the sexiest thing i've heard in that class EVER. i never thought i'd be hearing about my favourite actor, or THIRD favourite movie series in a class devoted entirely to black artists, but *happy surprise* it was. and i laughed, because it was such a joyous moment! now, if you can name my first TWO favourite movie series, i will give you candy! YAY contests! and this should be very easy!!&lt;br /&gt;hmm i had so much to say, and now i'm forgetting...damn this nonexistent memory!!&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i also wanted to respond to the comment about elliot smith from Jonathan, who i suspect is my favourite (slash only) pro-life friend from ssb, and not JON jon, my favourite pro-choice friend from ridgeview. GOOD TIMES. a/w i'd like to say that by creating music that deals with issues of drugs and depression, elliot is not endorsing that way of life, instead it is clear from the way he discusses his many problems that he doesn't want to be that way, and the drugs are his escape, not his way to party. he doesn't promote drug use, he exposes it, and in doing do gives many people who listen to his music the feeling that they are not alone. although i must say that killing himself may not have been the best way to show the depressed fans that they can get through it, he did his best and i think that instead of turning people to drugs, on the whole he turned people away from them with a raw honesty that many artists could never imagine. when you feel like shit you can relate to his music, and that makes people connect very strongly with him. as someone who has been listening to twilight on a continuous loop since my last post, i can say i only feel depressed when i think about the fact that nothing so "painfully beautiful" (thanks nav) will ever be created again. *tear love for elliot&lt;br /&gt;AND also, from the comment section, JORDAN! where have you been!? and then you show up out of nowhere to post conspiracy theories on my blog!!! crazy!! e-mail me!!!&lt;br /&gt;hmm what else...&lt;br /&gt;oh! on tuesday i got my ultrasound!! how could i forget!! this test was SO much better than the scope, the worst part being that i couldn't eat between midnight and the test, but it was really not bad at all. she just put some jelly on my tummy and rubbed this little camera thing all over, it was kind of fun, while at the same time kind of gross, what with the jelly being all over me and whatnot, but still good times were had by everyone, i'm sure. i would definitely get another ultrasound, any time! but unfortunately i think i'll probably have to get another scope instead. boo. a/w results on friday from the ultrasound, so i'll keep everyone posted!&lt;br /&gt;after my test i had an adventure with my dad, we had lunch and then searched all over the jane-finch mall (aka sketchbag central) looking for milk. good times!&lt;br /&gt;after i got home i went to yorkdale and met nav, we shopped and then went to caseys for dinner, SO GOOD, i haven't been able to eat out and so we haven't been to a restaurant in SO LONG, but this was great and we enjoyed caseys new and more expensive menu! YAY! and my only complaint about the dinner would have to be that i ordered apple juice but received cold apple cider. louis pastuer would not be pleased, thats all i gots to say. YAY dinner! and then we shopped more instead of seeing a movie, so that i could catch the good bus home! YAY such a good night!! b'dee!&lt;br /&gt;a/w i think i should probably stop now and get ready for lunch with calvin, which hopefully will not be cancelled this time! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (love everything, even ultrasounds! except fire alarms. booo them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110078677361215625?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110078677361215625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110078677361215625' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110078677361215625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110078677361215625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/ok-we-really-need-to-start-killing.html' title='ok we really need to start killing people'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110062861428450967</id><published>2004-11-16T12:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T15:34:52.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight</title><content type='html'>Haven't laughed this hard in a long time&lt;br /&gt;I’d better stop now before I start crying&lt;br /&gt;Go off to sleep in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see the day when its dying&lt;br /&gt;She’s a sight to see&lt;br /&gt;And she’s good to me&lt;br /&gt;I’m already somebody's baby&lt;br /&gt;She’s a pretty thing&lt;br /&gt;She knows everything&lt;br /&gt;I’m already somebody's baby&lt;br /&gt;You don't deserve to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;But those drugs you got won't make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon you'll find it’s the only&lt;br /&gt;Little part of your life you're keeping together&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be nice to you&lt;br /&gt;And I could make it through&lt;br /&gt;You're already somebody's baby&lt;br /&gt;I could make you smile&lt;br /&gt;If you stayed a while&lt;br /&gt;But how long will you stay with me baby&lt;br /&gt;Because your candle burns too bright&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot it was twilight&lt;br /&gt;Even if I think that you're all right&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of being down I've got no fight&lt;br /&gt;You’re wonderful&lt;br /&gt;And it’s beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I’m already somebody's baby&lt;br /&gt;And if I went with you&lt;br /&gt;I’d disappoint you too&lt;br /&gt;I’m already somebody's baby&lt;br /&gt;I’m already somebody's baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elliot smith continues to touch people even after his passing. easily one of the most beautiful songs i've ever heard. do what you gotta do to hear it. its so hard to listen to his music and know that hes gone, the only comfort being that maybe hes not hurting any more wherever he might be. rip elliot, thankyou for staying as long as you could.&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i love elliot, i love twilight, i love how i feel when i hear it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110062861428450967?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110062861428450967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110062861428450967' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110062861428450967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110062861428450967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/twilight.html' title='twilight'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110055987167770324</id><published>2004-11-15T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T17:04:31.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking blogger pt 2!!!!!</title><content type='html'>ok so once again i wrote a nice long post, this time detailing my current spiralling into depression due to some housing related drama, and once again it was erased by FUCKED UP BLOGGER AND ITS SHITTY BLOG-ERASING WAYS&lt;br /&gt;and it was made all the worse by the fact that i found out how to copy it, and did so, only to forget and copy something else, and then i couldn't retreive the blog.&lt;br /&gt;fuckery.&lt;br /&gt;and if it wasn't for all the blogger-crack i was given on my last post, this would be a boycott situation for SURE!&lt;br /&gt;pretty much last night i spent sobbing away to myself and also talking to two great friends who made me feel much better. but not about the housing, just about how i felt really alone and whatnot. tanya, jon, BIG UPS to you and your kelly-saving ways. today i didn't really feel much better, and also my eyes were burning something fierce. slept through actg and econ, no regrets there, and then my stats teacher told us we weren't getting the midterms back, and i thought for a while i had made the wrong decision in attending. then he surprised us by handing them back at the end of class. fucker. class average:65%, my mark: 74%, so hes going to bell slightly and i miiiight end up with an A. maybe. so not as bad as everyone thought for sure. but still pretty ghetto. from now on i'm going to measure all of my marks against my econ midterm, in order to make myself feel better. this is a flawless plan! flawless i say!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm going to continue being sad until something else comes up housing-wise, which may be until may. so WATCH OUT for some hardcore sad comin your way for the next 6 months. straight up!&lt;br /&gt;and the condo agent guy that was helping us out at the condo place called today and was really supportive and understanding. amazing. i will try calling him in may to see if he has something else up his sleeve for us. good times.&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm going to eat my mini-pizzas now, stomach be damned!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (no love for the ultrasound tomorrow, unless it finds out whats wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110055987167770324?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110055987167770324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110055987167770324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110055987167770324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110055987167770324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/fucking-blogger-pt-2.html' title='fucking blogger pt 2!!!!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110023451115401590</id><published>2004-11-11T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T23:11:29.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, so maybe the pictures aren't coming</title><content type='html'>lets suffice it to say that i've bought many an item over the last week, and it is MISSIONS to post pictures on here, so i will not do that. however, i will tell you that on friday nav and i went shoe shopping at si vous play warehouse, and i got not one but TWO pairs of running shoes, and anyone who has seen my old run-down nikes knows that this was well deserved. one pair of sketchers, and one pair of "royal elastics", don't ask me, but they're velcro and AWESOME. trust.&lt;br /&gt;and now a quick rundown of my week so far:&lt;br /&gt;monday: anxiety about the scope, which everyone assured me wouldn't be "that bad", and also the scope consultation, before which i was pseudo-sleeping in the surgeon's hallway because of the ridiculous wait. and i find out about the impending ultrasound (coming tuesday!)&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: completely violated and throat-raped by the "surgeon" or as i like to call him, the "sadist". terrible. worse than i ever could have expected. afterwards i am left feeling like i am swallowing glass and my stomach has been violently attacked. which in a way it had been. also i had to go downtown to see a play for which nav and i had pre-determined-date tickets for. the play wasn't bad, but i'm sure i would've enjoyed it if every second wasn't physically painful. ah well. before the show we went to urban outfitters where i bought a skirt, and the pattern...wait for it...is HORSESHOES!!! i am a cowgirl, i've decided. SO AWESOME. this partially eased my pain, i'm not going to lie. just so you know, original price: $64, kelly's price: $20!!!!! and the CRAZIEST thing happened after the play. we start walking to mcdonalds by nav's apartment, and when we get to the supposed mcdonalds site and look up, the sign has been painted over! the mcdonalds closed down!! i have never seen this happen before, and frankly it disturbed me...mcdonalds is so strong, its such a standby...i felt betrayed by the people of the annex, why can't they support the local businesses? what, is the annex too good for mcdonalds? I THINK NOT! a/w we ended up eating at swiss chalet, which was delightful, unfortunately we were the last people there which reminded me of my library woes, but unlike me, the waitress continued to collect wages while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: i sleep through econ, suffer through stats and an actg group meeting. at this point i think my esophagus (sp?) is bruised, because every time anything goes down there i feel a bad, bad aching. in a bad way. also i wrote an assignment for music, and got my test back: 31/40!! and i had predicted between 50-75% on this test! YAY! but the pain remains. and the violated feeling. and the strange sense that the tube is still down there. eww.&lt;br /&gt;today: after waiting around all day for a 5 minute econ meeting, i got all dressed up in my new *cowgirl* skirt and nav and i went to eleni's art gallery reception!! *i wish more than ever i was in photography, maybe i shouldn't constantly tease myself...go eleni! go donny osmond!! go other girl's macro art!! YAY! some other things that happened today: the throat pain and constant feeling of violation are gone (good), i started my new medicine which i'm pretty sure is making me nauseous, and could be blamed for my headache (bad), i beat nav and my roommates in poker, so i'm up $15 (very good), i went to the senior's craft show and bought some GREAT things, for only $8 (very VERY good), and i have an insane headache which may or may not be related to the cocktail of perscriptions i'm taking right now (pretty darn bad). but overall i would say things are pretty good today, especially in comparison with the rest of this week. and pretty much all i have until exams are a series of group assignments, which although horrible by nature, shouldn't be as bad as all the exams i've had lately, so things might be looking up for the rest of november, although it is pretty hard to call at this point. ooo! i just remembered we saw pam at eleni's reception and we got to talk for a good long while, which is definitely on the list of good things!! YAY tfc reunion SO MUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;ok crazy long post, but i really owe it to everyone after being so lazy&lt;br /&gt;love love love LOVE kelly! (i love feeling better, even if its only between meals!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110023451115401590?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110023451115401590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110023451115401590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110023451115401590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110023451115401590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/ok-so-maybe-pictures-arent-coming.html' title='ok, so maybe the pictures aren&apos;t coming'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-110012794043292283</id><published>2004-11-10T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T17:05:40.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>apologies!!</title><content type='html'>ok so i'm sorry i haven't updated in so long, i know i have a loyal following of fans who are just checking over and over and being disappointed, but the truth is i've been JONESING to post for soo long, and i have more pics that i need to show everyone, but i have been very busy what with the pain and the scope, and mostly the pain, and so its hard to post when you're all crips and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;so this is just to tell everyone that the scope went terribly, it was the most painful and violating experience of my life, and i'm sure there will be psychological repercussions of that sometime later on. the results were pretty much that there is excess bile in my stomach caused by food not moving through fast enough, and yet another perscription and another test booked, this time an ultrasound. so next tuesday the ultrasound will let us know if there is a problem with my gallbladder, aka my last hope.&lt;br /&gt;i will post more shopping pics soon, maybe after black music!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (my throat does not love the scope though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-110012794043292283?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/110012794043292283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=110012794043292283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110012794043292283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/110012794043292283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/apologies.html' title='apologies!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-109962422994958725</id><published>2004-11-04T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T21:10:29.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OC spoilers!! (obviously)</title><content type='html'>so, i'm not sure how many of the OC's devoted fans are with me when i say i was kind of...underwhelmed by this year's season premiere...maybe because i had built it up so much in my mind, and had waited SO FUCKING LONG for this episode. but honestly, more of the same ryan being responsible but unhappy, seth being an inconsiderate prick, marissa being an unconvincing alcoholic and emotionally disturbed spoiled little psycho that we saw brewing in the season finale last year. for the first 40 minutes i was very disappointed, with my main thought during commercial breaks being "hurry up and have a miscarriage already!!" at least she had the decency to make one up. about fucking time, honey, you knew he would never be happy living in your ghetto neighborhood chained to your ever-expanding ass. LETS BE REAL.&lt;br /&gt;and marissa's little freak-out scene? c'mon. did that do it for any of you? because it SURE AS HELL didn't do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;also i have a problem with EVERYONE hooking up with some random bimbo...like wtf, we all know luke has some serious girl issues, and SETH!!! for sure he wouldn't be all arm-in-arm with some run of the mill girl like we saw here. not good people, not good at all. and summer is hooking up with "zack" or whatever the fuck his name was? oh c'mon. after all the drama and commitment and everything to seth? shes moved on after two months? terrible. TERRIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, jimmy looks like a hobo and hailey i'm pretty sure is starring on another show, so she was non-existant, although referenced a bunch of times.&lt;br /&gt;i think it was just that i expected so much. next week i'm sure will be better, i have undying faith in the magic that is the OC!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i still love you, oc, don't worry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-109962422994958725?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/109962422994958725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=109962422994958725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109962422994958725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109962422994958725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/oc-spoilers-obviously.html' title='OC spoilers!! (obviously)'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-109958325795375279</id><published>2004-11-04T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T09:47:37.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>week update!!</title><content type='html'>since i've been absent for so long here is the quick week recap up until today!&lt;br /&gt;monday: got my econ assignment back, class average 92%, my mark 94%!!! this marks the first time this year that i've broken 80% on ANYTHING, and despite the fact that it was ghetto easy and everyone did well, i finally felt better about my marks. a little light at the end of the 70s tunnel, if you will. and THEN, in OB, i got my midterm back, class average 70%, my mark 83%!!! YAY! this day was great for self-esteem building, the only things i've done well on all year. DAMN! and it was this day that i woke up with the ghetto cold that i still have now.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: almost called in sick to work, feeling sooooooooo shitty, but actually worked out well because when i got there i found out that my asshole boss was off, taking a course or something! YAY! so it was just me and another student the whole night, no crazy psycho micromanagement, so it went by pretty fast!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: the cold is feeling a little better, but the marks have taken a hit. got my econ midterm back, class average 71%, my mark 55%. GHETTO. this was the midterm i wrote on the day of hell pt. 2, when i also had the stats assignment due and a listening test in music. it just wasn't good. then i went to pick up said stats assignment, class average 70%, my mark 72%. who knew? i was actually really surprised that this mark was so high, because other people (ssb tryhards, obviously), handed in 60 page reports with millions of graphs, while mine was like 18 pages, like 6 graphs. GOOD TIMES. so i was pretty happy. in music we didn't get our tests back, but we DID learn about doo wop! WOO! WOO WOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;today: time to study for the two midterms i have tomorrow, while counting down to the OC tonight...damn i am TOO excited for the return of my favourite show EVER!!! eeeeeeeeee seth omg!!!&lt;br /&gt;so overall, a mix of ups and downs this week, inevitably ending in the biggest down tomorrow, when i write the two midterms in stats and accounting, and the biggest up OF MY LIFE tonight when i watch the oc!!!! OC=WIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and yesterday jon called from ottawa!! YAY! calls from ottawa make me feel so loved!! *tear*! love you!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (YAY OC LOVE!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-109958325795375279?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/109958325795375279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=109958325795375279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109958325795375279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109958325795375279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/week-update.html' title='week update!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-109951281587075864</id><published>2004-11-03T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T14:13:35.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking blogger!!</title><content type='html'>so i had written a whole long post to go with the pictures, but blogger is fucked and erased it instead of publishing it, so i experienced some frustration which has stopped me from re-writing it or posting other things. pretty much i just said that i had an amazing weekend shopping with my mum, quality downtime which i really needed. the boots were from aldo, to answer the many inquiries, and they are spectacular!! and i am training my feet to walk in heels so that i can do it every day! YAY! and also that anon poster is a big loser for using the word "wigger" and that perhaps they could find a new home on a neo-nazi/kkk blog where they can post their crap and be well-received by the other losers.&lt;br /&gt;YAY so now i will have to post something later because i've been waiting for TOO LONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i do not love blogger though, erasing posts is not nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-109951281587075864?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/109951281587075864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=109951281587075864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109951281587075864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109951281587075864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/11/fucking-blogger.html' title='fucking blogger!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-109928708571508907</id><published>2004-10-31T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:33:42.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/kelly%20web%20boot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/kelly%20web%20boot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boot!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/kelly%20web%20shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/kelly%20web%20shoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shoe!!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-109928708571508907?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/109928708571508907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=109928708571508907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109928708571508907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109928708571508907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/10/boot-shoe.html' title=''/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-109900874945499363</id><published>2004-10-28T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T20:48:54.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooo shopping!!!</title><content type='html'>after the day of hell pt. 2 was complete, and i had effectively failed my music test, i went to nav's house and slept all the way through till today, when i met melissa for shopping downtown!! YAYAYAY! we had PURE MISSIONS trying to find a bag check, apparently the eaton's centre removed theres after 9/11...so we had to go all the way to the bay, where the teller bashed the eatons centre for fear-mongering, and then plunged her fist into the air and shouted I AM CANADIAN!!! haha overall it was very disturbing, but oh so entertaining, good times has by all&lt;br /&gt;so after checking my bag we went to urban outfitters, which should not be confused with urban planet, urban behaviour, or any other slut-related store beginning with the word urban. this store is filled with amazingly SCENE clothes and housewares, and is awesome. and so of course i broke my bank buying not one, but TWO skirts, and the best shirt of all time, all of which i will post pictures of right after this post. the store is amazing, thats all i can say, and i bought things on clearance (what else is new), so everything only set me back like $100.&lt;br /&gt;and OMG i forgot to tell everyone: the psycho bitch woman who owns the store that sells ttc tokens but rejected my change has acheived a whole new level of bitch-status. i still needed tokens after that whole fiasco, so i went back this week with amber and attempted to buy 10 tokens. then she told me they only have tickets, so i was like ok then, 10 tickets. then she holds them out for me, and when i take out my debit card to pay shes like NO! i'm not taking that! and promptly takes the tickets away. i'm like ...what? because i KNOW they have debit there, as i've bought many a hideous beanie-baby on debit from that store....that bitch!! and amber was just like "wow, she was really...cold" YES. cold is the perfect way to describe this insane woman.&lt;br /&gt;psychos, all around me, i swear...&lt;br /&gt;on to posting pictures of my new swaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (i love shopping! and bagchecks!! but ones without MISSIONS!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/kelly%20web%20plaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/kelly%20web%20plaid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very flouncy skirt, contrasting lining, freakin awesome!!! originally: $64 kelly's price:$40!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/kelly%20web%20%20hugs%20for%20thugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/kelly%20web%20%20hugs%20for%20thugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGS FOR THUGS!!! you can't get better than that!! on the back: dream baby dream!!!! originally: $31 surprise discount taken at register: $3, making kelly's price:$28!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/1024/kelly%20web%20skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/1954/200/kelly%20web%20skirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i break down and buy a marissa skirt--HEART PRINT!!! omg cuteness!! originally: $54 kelly's original price: $30 surprise discount taken at register:$10, making kelly's price $20!!! OMG I LOVE SURPRISE DISCOUNTS!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-109900874945499363?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/109900874945499363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=109900874945499363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109900874945499363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109900874945499363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/10/ooooo-shopping.html' title='ooooo shopping!!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-109891803132319893</id><published>2004-10-27T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T18:00:31.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>anniversaries, anti-ssb, and the day of hell pt.2</title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;so the first order of business, i would like to wish a HUGE happy anniversary to all the homies from Mr. Raithby's gr. 5 class, 10 years baby, still goin strong!!! i'm still close friends with people that i was in elementary school with, i think that is amazing. jon called me to wish me a happy 10 years of being acquainted yesterday, with 9 of those being on friendly terms. maybe next year we can celebrate our 10th anniversary of friendship, because 9 is a ghetto number, and who doesn't want to celebrate something as awesome as being friends for 10 years!! and for all my OLD SCHOOL peeps from Mrs. Rock's gr. 4 class, well we all know we celebrated 10 years last year, but 11 is even better and i still love everybody just like the day i met them!!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ok so the second order of business, my friend alana and i came up with ssb's new mission statement:  "Schulich: we over-complicate everything to the point of complete irrelevance. Globally." good times, good times. anti-ssb twins, what?&lt;br /&gt;and the day of hell pt 2 is almost over, and i have to go run and take my music test now so i'll post more later...maybe from navs, since i'm heading there right after the test!! and shopping with melissa tomorrow!! eeee so excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-109891803132319893?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/109891803132319893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=109891803132319893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109891803132319893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109891803132319893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/10/anniversaries-anti-ssb-and-day-of-hell.html' title='anniversaries, anti-ssb, and the day of hell pt.2'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-109876506634934039</id><published>2004-10-25T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:31:06.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>despite everything, i feel good now</title><content type='html'>even though i have only begun the huge mgmt assignment that all ssb kids are crying about, and wednesday will be the day of hell pt. 2, i feel so good right now. it has occured to me that i have one of the greatest networks of friends and family that anyone could ask for, and i am so grateful for that. i could not be where i am right now if it weren't for the support system of my loved ones who constantly push me forward and are there to catch me if i ever fall. with all of the negative things in my life right now, my health, my school problems, my financial stresses, i have never needed the support that they have provided like i need it right now, and i am constantly surprised by the way people pull through when you need them the most. if you are reading this, you are probably part of everything i need, thankyou and i love you.&lt;br /&gt;love kelly, currently living in cliche-ville USA&lt;br /&gt;ps: none of this applied to you, anon poster, i still hate you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-109876506634934039?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/109876506634934039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=109876506634934039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109876506634934039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109876506634934039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/10/despite-everything-i-feel-good-now.html' title='despite everything, i feel good now'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604680.post-109874554850460847</id><published>2004-10-25T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T18:05:48.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see!!</title><content type='html'>wow i feel like its been so long!!! i think its the longest i've gone without blogging since i got a blog!! i feel like i owe you all an apology, i know you eat sleep and breathe my blog, and were probably lost without me...don't lie, i know you were.&lt;br /&gt;well the reason for my absence was pretty much that my stomach pain has come back with a vengeance, crippling me and effectively stopping me from thinking about much other than medicine and pain. and stopping the pain for long enough to fall asleep, which has been a problem as well. the scope isn't for another two weeks, which is troubling considering the foods i had grown accustomed to eating, ie bread, milk, etc, have actually started to hurt me. amber and i have theorized that the pain seems to be unrelated to what i eat, and seems to just come and go as it pleases. this theory doesn't really help much, though, in the what to eat department, because theres this little part of the human brain that tells you if you eat something, and then your stomach hurts, then you shouldn't eat it again. and so i'm stuck pretty much drinking kool-aid and eating subs, thusfar the only foods that have not caused some ghetto pain. to conclude, things are getting much worse, the medicine i'm on seems to be ineffectual, and i'm running out of options. i can't drink water, or milk, as these seem to cause immediate problems, and the foods i can handle are dwindling...i just hope at this point i can make it two more weeks like this...i'm like a forced jared from subway...i'm eating two subs a day, and thats it. and also gaviscon...a lot of gaviscon...&lt;br /&gt;so yes theres your sad update&lt;br /&gt;oh and also, i suck at school and am only capable of getting 70 and below on everything, just in case anyone was wondering. i really need to drop out and take photography, and be happy, but poor. but HAPPY...i dunno if i could be happy if i was long-term unemployed...i dunno whatever, we all know i'm going to stick it out and get through schulich, even if i'm narrowly breaking the 5.0 cutoff.&lt;br /&gt;and thankyou for all the lovely comments everyone, i love you. except for anon poster. i HATE YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;love kelly (except for anon. i do not love anon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8604680-109874554850460847?l=kellyatyork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/feeds/109874554850460847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8604680&amp;postID=109874554850460847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109874554850460847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8604680/posts/default/109874554850460847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyatyork.blogspot.com/2004/10/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see!!'/><author><name>mrs. mortensen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06747029285016988199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
