you look like you are having the most fun ever...

So yesterday marks my last day of clinical for this semster. Which obviously means cameras. I got very very lucky with my clinical group - they are all amazing people. I knew most of them from last year, but never got to know them until this semester. Anyways, to give you an idea of how pure these 6 other people are, i will tell you this: monica and i seem like the antichrist. In the funniest way possible we 'gossip' before clinical, and monica and i always end up sounding like we are going straight to hell. After clinical yesterday we all went out for a lunch at the Pickle Barrel, to of course gossip. We had a really really good time, and in the midst of talk about cum in hair and monica buying me anal beads it comes to be that every single member of my clinical group (save monica and i) are virgins. They all have cerfiews. LIBERATION. We, we being monica and i, are going to get a hotel room downtown and making every single one of them get sick drunk. Corruption, thy name is the suburbs.

So monica and I must give off a 'together' vibe. We are sitting at a table of seven people. We all order on seperate bills, and have a great lunch. And it comes to bill time, the waiter hands out six bills, looks at monica and i and says 'i took the liberty of putting your meals on the same bill'..... its about right
I made her pay for it

sugahhh mama 4 lyfe

fin

i'm not into making love

i have decided something important.....

i either have to start having sex 6 times a day - or start drinking - or stop eating vegan

something has to give....

i can't go on living like bill hamilton

i just can't.

fin

shes got the ass, i got to look - sawry

You know what.  Anderson Cooper is amazing, he is on Ellen talking about how he watches Tiara Girls, and Sweet Sixteen, and how he hates it, but loves it.

oh mtv

you get everyone.

Also, I am like the gay mans new purse.  They flock to me.  And babies, I am not complaining.

fin.

wave your hands if your not with a man...'can i kick it?' YES YOU CAN!

Today it became quite apparent that Monica and I have officially spent too much time with one another.  When trying to map out our perfect mix cd we had a conversation that went like this:

monica- fleetwood mac, t-pain, billy joel, the boss, hanson, barenaked ladies, marvin gaye, kanye

michelle- elton john, backstreet boys, ludacris, george michael, madonna 

monica- oh oh and the guy you know, the guy (she then throws her hands in the air and circles them)

michelle- oh robbie williams

monica- ya him

we would kills at cranium

fin.

cock eyed

Saturday night, 10:05pm.

Heather and I have agreed to write blogs and then go to bed..... yes, this is what my life has amounted to in 23 years.

So, I wonder if there is something in the air, but I have been insanely flirty this week.  I don't know whats wrong, but i vaguely remember feeling this way last year too.... which means that the end of November must be my mating season or some primitive shit like that.  I wink at all men.  I walk into a room and without thinking find the hottest dude, and start eye fucking the shit out of him.  Last night at a 13 year olds birthday party I got half in the bag and flirted with a manager at boston pizza.  Basically, I am out of control.  But for real.  I am talking even if a dude isn't all that special, I am all about him because hes the best thing in the room.  Is this common? I mean I am not really desperate here? what is going on... i am an out of control flirter.

Also, on an aside, I am playing parent to a 16 year old who didn't tell me where they went, and isn't picking up their cell phone.  So like any rational jewish mother I am going to push aside my promised bed time, and wait up worried for him to come home.  Fucking kids.

fin

dreams come true in blue hawaii

I have been watching Living Lahaina and Maui Fever while doing a project for the past few days, and it makes me miss Hawaii like you wouldn't believe.  I think I am seriously considering moving there.  I have been looking for nursing jobs on the island and they are available.... i want it badddddd. Maui here i come? oui? i sure hope so.

So I was at a soccer game the other night, and i took a picture of this sign on the field.

enjoy

fin.

grow up fast

i found an old year book this morning, and i decided to find my picture.... very bad idea..
i knew i used to be pretty horrible looking

but if you own the 1999/2000 version of the highland year book
get ready to laugh

memories!

fin

my finger tips are holding on to the cracks in our foundations

So i thought of a somewhat funny somewhat too much information blog...

so disclaimer?

if you don't wanna know, stop reading NOW!

When I was in London, at western, I was crazy innocent.  In second year I think all I had ever done was kiss a boy.  So I am sitting in my apartment and all of a sudden i get this rush of unbearable pain on my hip bone.  Like I am talking it feels like someone stuck a knife in and twisted pain.  And then just like that it was gone.  So i am like okay, weird, but i continue to write the essay I was doing, until about an hour later the same thing happens, but this time it was so bad i actually got physically sick from the pain.  So anyways it is super late at night so i decide I should just go to sleep and deal with this in the morning.  Well, that didn't go well because I woke up all night with these surges of pain on my hip bone.  Anyways, I get up the next morning and call the on campus doctor and books an appointment for that day.  I go in and see the doctor who assess' me.  This 60ish year old man does this physical and then looks at me with a straight face and asks me if I play football.  I tell him no.  He then looks at me and tells me I have ripped my muscle from my hip bone, and that only time will heal.  He then goes on to tell me that he has only ever seen this in football players and then looks at me 'knowingly'.  Sadly I have no idea how I acquired this football injury, nonetheless, I spent the remainder of that month with those painful surges of pain.

This brings us to present day.

I have a word of advice for you all.  23 is too old to be acting 17.  The reason 17 year olds can have sex in cars is because they are young, and their bodies can take that abuse.  At 23, your body starts to turn on you in weird ways.  All of a sudden it starts to take a bit longer for certain things to go back to normal... a hangover starts to ruin a whole weekend, not just the next day.  Basically I am dying slowly, and my body is letting me know it.  Anyways, without indulging you all too much, I may have had a nostalgic 17 year old incident this weekend, which really isn't so nostalgic since I had never kissed a boy at 17, but you all catch my drift.  I was acting on a whim... not thinking properly.... not accounting for the fact that my body ain't 16 no mo...... anyways I wake up the next morning and my legs are CRAZY shaky .... like insanely..... and then this morning I wake up and I actually think I have done something to my right thigh.  My muscle keeps locking up and then I limp and look like 50 cent.  Anyways, what makes it worse is that I am constantly around doctors and nurses who notice these things... so after being questioned about it, i have told them all i have a 'running' injury... anyways this doctor INSISTS she looks at my leg and she thinks I may have torn something in my thigh.... i wish i was kidding you.

to conclude... dear muscles.... please start staying attached to where you are supposed to

love michelle lynn

fin

grey

I have nothing to blog about.

But heather seemed serious... so I am sitting in pathology which is my least favourite, and weakest subject.  

I actually need a tutor very badly, so if any of you know of someone who is stellar in upper year pathophysiology I am in nnnneeed.

i hate december.

i hate new years.

i hate christmas.

The only good thing is that it means that one more semester is down, and therefore I am half a year closer to escaping the hell hold I call southern Ontario.

who says you can't go home? who says you should ever want to.

you know that tegan and sara song that says, i wouldn't like me if i met me?.... i feel you sisters

fin

we met in a dream

i make very very bad decisions

if a girl real fine, 9 times out of 10 she fine just like her mama

Sometimes I wonder how i ended up the way i am.... and then i get reminders.

If you read my blog at all you might know that I have had a pretty difficult year.  My mother left me this card on my desk yesterday.  Very positive and supportive and then.... there it was.... a reminder of why i am weird.  Instead of quoting someone inspirational, or well educated... my mother quotes Cory Hart.  I wish I was joking.

fin.

dancing queen

Do you ever find yourself in class and a professor puts you on the spot, and then you open your mouth and the answer comes out? and you didn't even realize you knew it?

does that make sense?

I hope so.  I was in class yesterday and that happened, and i didn't even understand the answer i gave, but it was there.   I somehow am subconsciously learning.  I hope this translates in multiple choice form.

So Monica and i have little things we do to keep from going crazy in the car.  One of these secrets involves an ABBA dance.  And it is horribly embarrassing, and totally necessary.  The problem is that ABBA never comes on the radio so when i happens, its a big deal.  The problem is that we somehow always get caught doing it.  I guess if you have an ABBA dance you might as well share it.

winter makes me sad, how long until the spring?

fin

hello my name is michelle, and...

i am a knitter.

its true. I am really good at it too.
Today I was working at metro, and this girl that I think is a somewhat 'regular' comes in and is shopping around, and sees my knitting

anyways we end up talking about how hard it is to be 23 and a prolific knitter.... we have to overcome all these granny stereotypes

one sweater at a time

viva sheep!

fin (i need sleep).

i go for mine, i got to shine

I have been feeling sick for the last while, but inexplicable, with unusual symptoms.. conclusion? nada.  Just keep on truckin'.

This morning while driving to school on the 403 in stop and go traffic, i turn to monica and say 'i'm feeling super nauseous'.  We sort of laugh it off because its 6 am and life isn't rad.  Somewhere between Burloak and Third Line, i was like 'monica i'm going to puke' and i dropped the steering wheel, and that was it, puke all over the car.  I pulled over, and we did the best we could to make me less gross, and we were on our way to school.  At the end of the day i have a new sweater on and the puke totally dried on my jeans.

wanna do it??

fin

i saw a movie and it just wasn't the same, cause it was happy or i was sad

i just made the most delicious 'omlete' out of tofu and brocoli and salsa and tofu cheese...

i want someone to pay me to drop out of school and cook and bake all day...

any takers??

So judy was home this weekend, and a nice short suprise visit from alana. I am so terribly busy with assigments that the sum total of our 'hang out' was the drive to and from the movie theater ha ha it was good to be with them and heather though, seemed like old times.

getting old is lame

fin!

you don't love me, the way that i love you

in highschool i was ugly. not to say i am extrodinary beautiful now, but compared to 1999, i am to say the least, slightly improved. All the dudes a year older than me, never paid me any attention, actually to be honest, some of them were quiet mean. I remember, and not to mention any names, but its my blog so FUCK YOU DAN STROLL, telling me I was so ugly a boy would never ever date me ever. Obviously i told on him.
Annnnyways
yesterday, one of these brutal dudes asked me to move to toronto and have babies with him.....
ha!
hahahahahhaha ha!

i'm sorry, i am fairly sure your best friend let me know that no dude would ever want me ever, you better go take it up with him

douche wads

fin