eyes closed...

today I made a wish. nothing special, just saw the clock strike 11:11 and decided that I might take advantage of that corny myth. I saw the time on a large clock on the side of the road, and quickly closed my eyes and wished.

now, wishing itself is already a corny practice, but I still take advantage of those little opportunities to act like a kid again...and wishing is definately one of those...

but the strangest part about the wish today was that I closed my eyes...while driving...as if I thought the chances of it coming true were lower with my eyes open. and I think I have always done this.

for some reason there is comfort in taking that moment to close your eyes and step away from the real world. everyone has done it (even myself) but until now I never really noticed the comfort that closing your eyes gives you.

the first kiss requires you to close your eyes, for you to notice that what is happening is really real and allows you to enjoy the moment.

when your stressed out, taking three seconds to breathe with your eyes closed lets you enjoy the silence of your mind and the comfort of thinking...

take a second, close your eyes, and enjoy...

organized christmas... I am such a nerd.

If it wasn't obvious already, I do have a lot of nerdy qualities. and one of these qualities is my secret love of organization. (my room is complete devestation, but I am talking more socially organized). I have my weeks organized from the Sunday morning onwards, and am constantly looking to fill in the gaps within the schedule.

So, instead of relaxing over the break I have decided to give myself strict goals to achieve before the end of the holidays (because the end of the holidays also marks my twenty birthday)...

Maybe they are not all goals, but they are 'attainable attributes of life'. This christmas I am going to : conquer two books (already selected : the lovely bones, and the half blood prince), three movies (narnia, the producers, and memoirs of a geisha...and brokeback), see all my friends from home, go to Toronto in the new year for a couple days, new cell phone (check!), and go see one play (Annie, on wednesday night :) ).

All of these are reasonable and therefore can all be attained. Can you tell my parents leave me alone mon-fri 9-5 leaving my only option (since I am without car) is to blog, clean, and go for long walks through the country...

suprisingly relaxing, I mean, isn't that what these three weeks are all about?

holidays...

I am at home on a Sunday night, so I figured I would blog about my large list of thoughts from today.

I watched Kenny vs. Spenny today and loved it,
is this a new favorite show in the making?
(Grey's anatomy was a repeat and I totally missed Desperate Housewives)

Addicted to facebook.com,
I am not linking up to it out of sheer laziness,
but it lets you check up on people from your highschool...
technology is baffling me.

postsecret.blogspot.com was really good today
some of the saddest ones I have seen in awhile
I feel out of all blogs this one is a must to read...
mixes art and emotion well.

My christmas tree
already set up
sans moi...saddening

The Producers,
uma and will ferell?
I am obviously going to go see it.

Toronto trip this holiday season
a must...
a visit to her and her
as well as one without blog

New person at work!
Finally, someone else...fun...

bought two books to read over the holidays
as well as the last harry potter
and the narnia books...
I should try to be a little bit more realistic with goals.

I am going to read one book over the next two weeks.
I am turning twenty in three weeks.

random as hell, and so stole the format from rosie.
copywritten? let's hope not...

what to call a post with no name.

I am not sure if someone signed me up for this being an ass, or if this is just a constant, genuine mass email spam that I get at least once a week. No offence to the religious, but I am not christian, nor am I overly interested in joining a network of christian singles for dating purposes...

actually, it seems ironic that a christian network would contact me of all people, I fit zero of the churches criteria for good behaviour (or moral values).

I remember a time when I was haunted by emails about Shakira coming back into the music scene...and low and behold she has appeared.

perhaps these emails are signs of impending christianity?

I need a beer....

where do these keep coming from?

I love how over the past week, a million video, scandolous pictures, and short clips have appeared online for humorous purposes...

well, I will help make that list grow, found some interesting links while being bored and surfing the net with my roomate...enjoy:

interesting - in response to those guys doing pelvic thrusts in no shirts?! I have no idea where this came from...

a game you must play

and I searched my name in wikipedia, and the closest result was 'god machine' (with a 10% relativity factor...)

I am all done school and look at what my life has become, I promise to post something more interesting once my brain recovers post-exams...

days of studying...

As all other university students are, I too am currently suffering the wrath of the examination schedule (recap: 5 in 4 days...and 2 out of the way).

Yesterday I took the opportunity to study with friends at the Spoke and I am so glad I didn't pass this up. As Katie and I sat in the spoke, chit chatted, discussed life, and occasionally took breaks from our lengthy study notes to gawk around or grab another beverage (non alcoholic) from anywhere and everywhere.

Regardless, not only was this study day enjoyable, but also very beneficial. I caught up with an old friend, and enjoyed the company of drop ins, all while working away at REAL work...

oh yes, props to Laura who also was there at the beginning for our study session.

changes and constant thought...

In the wake of many warnings of having too much personal info online, I have decided to revamp the mentionings of last names from this website...random (since it has been up for a year), but I figure it is for the best...

the change in title is partly because of this, and partly because I was bored with my MTV stolen 'the diary of...' as this was definately not a diary, so much as random entries. and for some reason I have been posting a lot, for who I am not exactly sure, but this blog does serve as a nice place to talk about ideas in your mind that sound ridiculous in a normal, sober, conversation.

lastly, I was doing my regular sift through blogs this afternoon and went past Rosie O'donnell's blog only to find out that she has turned off comments because people are constantly plaguing her site with hate comments... all I have to say is : fucking ignorance.

nothing more to add, but the new url will be turning into ongoingthoughtsofrob.blogspot.com

sorry to change, but security (apparently) should be an issue.

day of rest.

After no sleep all weekend, and three tests in twenty four hours, I received an invite from my grandparents to head to there house for the day and help them around the house (and also partake in a nice home cooked meal and an afternoon of news programs and Law and Order (random, but true)).

I am getting to that age where my grandparents are starting to tell me the 'quality' stories from my parents past, as well as stories from there past and there personal thoughts. Sounds boring, but I actually enjoyed sitting and helping my grandma clean while she chatted away about various events she had been to in the 1950's, styles she thought were 'disgusting' (even the first time around), and funny memories from the past.

As I sat and listened, I couldn't help but think of all the "and one day" stories I already have and how many I am going to have by the time I get to her age. I am thinking about starting a REAL journal, like one I write in regularly (blog, I will not forget about you) but for stories that I will one day be able to open and share with my friends/relatives/...kids...

Another thing that I couldn't help but notice was how MUCH I am like my parents in every way. (actually, a bit like my grandparents to). My grandma would pick up a broom, start sweeping, find a magazine, and kick back and read (what I am notorious for doing (not finishing tasks)).

The day just made me smile, and kind of got me excited to head home and take a breather for the next four weeks and REALLY relax and think on my christmas break.

embarassment scale, it's been invented...

I know, this is random. But I have come up with a scale for you to guage your own embarassment of how crazy your night(s) of debauchery are... I know, this sounds tough to guage, but considering my saturday (I gave myself a 3/10...someone told me it was more like a 6) regardless, here is how I shall break it down:

1- slightly drunk - freudian slips, telling of secrets, subtle embarassment
2- mildly drunk - talking loud, giggles, or drunken chatter box
3- a little drunk - talking like a mad dog (giggling still common)
4- getting crazy - this is still a fun stage...drinking socially still, party mingler, social smoking, etc..
5- crazy drunk - this is when the dancing begins
6- outrageous drunk - dance moves with a combination of any 3 or more symptoms from 1-4
7- really crazy drunk - borderline incoherent...you are still 'there', but how 'there' are you
8- disgustingly drunk - "you weren't making any sense" and/or passing out, removal from bar
9- grossly drunk - falling over, inablity to hold yourself up
10- puking...enough said...

After drinking doubles, doing shots, and having an incident with the ATM downstairs, I feel my night rated at maximum a 4... but it was a great night none the less...sorry for those I tried to fight, and sorry to Dakota Fanning, apparently I dislike you and felt the need to tell bar attendees that my feelings of hate towards you are present.

oh crazy nights, how you are ending now that I am in exams...

I will return to you on the 17th :) mark my word.

the bus stop...

Today, as I waited for my 16 Adelaide bus to carry me away to the downtown core, I took a second to examine the 7 other people around me at the bus stop and realized...sometimes people are so stereotypical.

Over the last two years I have waited at many a crowded bus stops (the 2B @ Nat sci, the 13 in front of Delhi) regardless, there are always those certain characters waiting with you that almost make waiting a little more enjoyable...

The impatient: This is the person who checks the schedule every three minutes while pacing, checking the time, and making occasional trips into traffic to look down the street for the next bus...

The cell phoner: This is the person I enjoy the most, what with their awful conversations that are very suitable for an 'overhear at' website...this person normally acts like they are the ruler of the bus stop showing no dip in confidence when conversations turn to talk of significant others, or their whorey friends. ( I especially enjoy when their conversations come along with them onto the bus... they talk louder to overpower the engine, but really fulfill your goal of listening in)

The chatty kathie: you know who they are... 'wow, it sure is cold out', ' this driver is always late', or when they even cross the bridge to start up a 'you go to school?' or 'where are you coming from' where your answer truly does depend on your mood.

The token old person: this is the cute old lady who has her oversized purse, large sunglasses (non-stylish ones), and is smiling all the time and seats herself quietly in the front of the bus... you always notice and love them...

and the optional ones:
-token odd ball (fidgity, oddly dressed, talking about nothing)
-loud laugher
-the make out couple
-the moron (pulls the rope for the wrong stop, doesn't know how to read a schedule, asks the driver a thousand questions)

You know who you are and you know what category you fit into...as who just stands unattentively and waits for the bus?