The thoughts & opinions of Sassarella, the Queen of Sass as she cavorts in 's Gravenhage & beyond. Brought to you by CES's (Chief Executive Slaves) of Big Skanky Ho Inc.
Need new boots. Need motorcycle boots with flames. The western store rocked more than anything that has ever rocked before. And would you believe they even had the belt I needed. And a GTO belt buckle. Sometimes, the Hague can surprise me.
This is my last night at the dog's place, so I'm taking advantage of the DVDs for the last time... do I need to watch Lock Stock and 2 Smoking Barrels again? No. But it's so damn stylish. Do I need to watch Demolition Man again? No. But it's so damn stupid. Do I need to watch Blade Runner again? No. But it's the director's cut. Do I need to watch the Professional again? No. But it's complete genius. Do I need to watch the South Park movie again? Well... yes. Yes, I do. posted by Alleen at 9:12:54 PM
Okee dokee. Don't know what the deal is, but I've tried to post several times in the past couple of days and Blogger's been eating them. That, or the dog starts to bark, I run out of inspiration, and chaos ensues.
Sadly, I'm not one of those sensible people who writes these things up offline and then posts them. I don't think I can write without some kind of time pressure on me... probably due to a complete and utter lack of discipline. See? I'm rambling as we speak.
I've gone in hibernation with the dog. My friend's half-mad ancient dalmatian and I have spent the past week together, mostly in isolation. I hate people who talk baby talk to dogs and yet here, I am, telling my itsy-bitsy foofy-woofy baby that auntie's going out for just a few minutes and that she'll be back as soon as she finds her baby some yummy wummy scrummy treats. The irony is that Spring (the dalmatian, not the season) is mostly deaf. No amount of baby talk reaches her anyway. Who am I talking like this for?
Anyway. Things are, in general, good. I've gone on a bit of an internet spending spree, fuelled by lack of other things to do and the relative strength of the Canadian dollar. Yay, interest rates!
In other news, I found out last week that I did get into school, but that due to my non-response to my acceptance letter, my acceptance had been cancelled.
Huh? What acceptance letter?
All my mail is going to my parents' house right now, and they both swore up and down that no such thing had reached them. In the meantime, a quick call to my prospective school, and I discovered that the only thing they can do for me is put me on a "priority waiting list," since they don't know what really happened. This means that anytime between now and September, they could call me up and tell me that I can, in fact, go to school. The only problem with this is that I basically have another week before I have to tell my boss here whether I want to stay or not. Crunch time has caught me completely unprepared. I have no idea what to do anymore. Of course, there is always the third option. Blow all my hard-earned cash on a big trip to South America. Or option four, which is to go to Vancouver for a bit and see if I like it there. Argh. I don't even know if I want to go ahead with my course of study anymore. It auddenly seems like there are so many other more interesting things to do.
I think I'll take the dog for a walk. I need a belt which allows me to change the belt buckle. There is, believe it or not, a western store not too far from here that might have that very thing.
