pathetic

so i was getting ready for bed, and i take my shirt off and look in the mirror, and am like "what is that?" looking at my belly button. I'm a pathetic slob. I had a salt and vinegar potato chip in my belly button...just nestled right in there...all snug and cozy for the winter.

I'm ok with the fact that my car and bathroom are uber gross and dirty....but mr belly button is crossing the line. Can someone please get me some help?

Soundtrack

Pretty much the coolest chick I know threw this on her blog. And as I also want to be cool I thought I'd do the same. (Plus I should be going to a meeting and want to procrastinate).

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?

How it works:
1. Open your music library
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press Play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press Next
6. Don't lie and try to pretend all your music is cool.
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Opening Credits: "Play" by Flunk
Waking Up: "Carrying Your Love With Me" by George Strait. My alarm is set on the country station. So this is accurate.
First Day At School: "The Good Fight" by Dashboard Confessional
Falling In Love: "Not Ready to Make Nice" by the Dixie Chicks. Haha. Funny cause I don't fall in love.
Fight Song: "Ain't What It Used to Be" by Megan Mullins
Grad: "Come A Little Closer" by Dierks Bentley
Life: "Goodbye Time" by Blake Shelton
Mental Breakdown: "Carry This Picture For Luck" by Dashboard Confessional
Driving: "My Little Girl" by Tim McGraw
Flashback: "Elias" by Dispatch
Getting Back Together: "Fall At Your Feet" by Woodface. This seems rather out of character, as if I were to get back together with someone, I'm sure it would be them groveling at my feet.
Birth of a Child: "Dreaming With a Broken Heart" by John Mayer. Did my babies daddy leave me? Why am I so sad?
Final Battle: "Jack" by Tom Petty. Funny. I love Petty.
Funeral Song: "I'm Easy" by The Meligrove Band. Hope that's not what I'm remembered as!
End Credits: "Temperature" by Sean Paul. What can I say...I go out with a skanky beat.

AMAZING STORY....................... Elephant's Memory - Touching Story

In 1986, Mkele Mbembe was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from college.

On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air.

The elephant seemed distressed so Mbembe approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot, and found a
large thorn deeply embedded in it.

As carefully and as gently as he could, Mbembe worked the thorn out with his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot.

The elephant turned to face the man and with a rather stern look on its face, stared at him. For several tense moments Mbembe stood frozen,
thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned and walked away.

Mbembe never forgot that elephant or the events of that day. Twenty years later he was walking through a zoo with his teenaged son. As they
approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Mbembe and his son Tapu were standing. The large bull elephant stared at Mbembe and lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.

Remembering the encounter in 1986, Mbembe couldn't help wondering if this was the same elephant. Mbembe summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder.

Suddenly, the elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of the man's legs and swung him wildly back and forth along the railing, killing him instantly.

Probably wasn't the same elephant

Unity, Saskatchewan

Wondering where all the goodlooking, well-dressed, under 30 year old guys have been hiding? Hillery and I found them in Unity, Saskatchewan last Saturday night. We thought we were going to the Unity lounge after Craig's hockey game, but we were pretty sure we stumbled into a GQ man-photo-shoot. FANTASTIC! oh...and the ratio of hot men to girls was 10 to 1. cha ching.

Lemmings

Seriously guys, what 80's childhood was complete without this stellar game. Hit it up.

BEST GAME EVER

Power Hungry Demons

Hillapolooza descended on us recently. For those of you who are not fortunate enough to yet know, Hillapolooza is a week long celebration of my cousin (Hillery's) birthday. So last night we hit up the branch for a little two-stepping in our new cowboy boots. When we finally roll out like the gangstas we are I tell my buddy Brad to hop in and I'll drive him back to rez. I take a wrong turn on campus though, and have to pull through a bus station area. Please keep in mind it is like 1am, and there is no way any normal individuals are still up on a thursday at this point. (This excludes cowboys as they, of course, are wonderfully not normal). So Brad's all like "Yo, Challis, you're going the wrong way" and i'm like "I don't want to drive 20mins around the campus when I can just turn right here . . . plus who is awake right now?"

I should always not listen to my basic instincts.

Not just one pansy-ass University "cop" (and I use that term loosely here) pulls up . . . but TWO. They even pull the lights on me (I really was hoping for the siren too, but I guess I'd have to do something that's actually going to harm someone for that.) The dude in his bullet proof vest comes up to the car and starts flashing my eyes with his (rather small) flashlight demanding to know if I've been drinking. Grabs my ID and registration (which took me a hell of a lot of time to find what with the box of tampons, toothbrush, sea shells from Vancover, and loads of unimportant paper to leaf through), and takes off back to his car after informing me that the ticket is going to be at least $140. So I naturally start swearing and laughing. Brad and I discuss my legal options. The rent-a-cop comes back after 20mins with a pretty yellow ticket and informs me I broke two laws because there were two signs telling me not to drive where I drove (I call bull shit) and then informs me (in a belligerently condescending tone) that he's just giving me a warning.

Icing on the cake = I tell him I'll never drive there again. Not even "on Christmas, when all the cops are under their trees opening presents." Who the hell am I?

OPA!

Lets talk about OPAs. So they just opened this new Greek fast food restaurant in Saskatoon, and as a friend poignantly put it I have been "railing the shit out of that place." It's been like, 3 times a week, wreaking like garlic action over here people. Somebody get me a support group.

Peace out