A quick hello from Ohio! :D

Headin' back to Canada on Monday. Hope everyone's fine!

Ok.

Well, we're moving on the 24th, and so we probably won't have the internet for a while. And things are going to get hectic.

And spring is here.

SO. I will not be posting, nor be online, for a bit.

Thanks and bye for now!

( J'apercois un gros r'nard )

And that's all. :)

Lyrics to 2033 (Le Manifeste D'un Vieux Chasseur D'oies) :

En l'an 2033
Un vieux Québécois décida
De r'tourner à chasse à l'oie
Su' l'île Dupas
Par le premier du mois
Il partit d'un bon pas
Quand il y arriva
Tourne d'un bord, pis tourne de l'aut'
Lève la tête, pis lève les bras
Pas un osti d'oie
Tout c'qu'il y trouva
Des cannes de coca-cola
Et pis des douilles de 303
Made in USA

Ça fa que là, Josapha L'Espérance
Du rang des Oies blanches
Y a tiré deux coups d'gun dans le ciel vide
Y sé t'assis s'une bûche, y'a sorti
Un crayon pi un papier, pis y sé concentré :
Mon cher Ministre
Dans mon pays je suis allé
Pour l'oie y chasser
Aucune oie j'y ai trouvée
De nombreuses fois j'ai sacré
Ça s'rait-y trop vous d'mander
Que de savoir où c'qui cé qui sont passées
Baptême !
Signé Josapha L'Espérance
Du rang des Oies blanches

Par le dixième du mois, ce dernier reçut
Un beau message sur page blanche
Qui lui disait à peu près cela :
Nous sommes pour vous déçus
Croyions que vous l'eussiez déjà su
Mais, cette terre ne vous appartient plus
Elle a été vendue

En d'autres termes ...
Vous avez pas d'affaires là
On vous souhaite d'excellentes récoltes
Le moins de maladie possible dans la famille
Signé : le Ministre de l'au-delà

En l'an 2033 par le dixième du mois
Un vieux Québécois
Décida ...

Ti-cul, y’avait une cabane dans ma cour
On jouait là à toué jours
Pis d’ins carcasses de chars
On ‘tait toujours dehors
Nos mères nous habillaient en fluo
On jouait à guerre en bottes d’eau
Tout’les gars s’appelaient Joe
Pis quand y faisait beau

On jouait au hockey l’aut’bord d’la butte
Ça jouait dur mais pas comme des brutes
On avait des buts en poche de jute
Quand j’goalais j’t’ais Mike Liut

J’me promenais en BMX l’été
J’t’ais fier qui’soit bien équipé
On faisait d’la trail d’ins sentiers
Pis Ti-Louis m’disait...

Viens faire un tour su’l quai
Les gars attendent après toi
J’ai du coke pis des peanuts
On va s’pêcher une barbotte
On rira de Guy Dubuc
Parce qu’y a une face de Lucky Luke
Dis à ton père qu’tu vas veiller
Avec nous autres, su’l quai de Berthier...

J’ai fini par dev’nir un ado
J’avais une p’tite couette dans l’dos
Moé pis mon chum Ti-Louis
C’était comme dans Degrassi

Ma moustache, poussait pas ben vite
J’n’ai pas eu une tu-suite
On allait au 14-18
Boy Georges c’t’ait l’gros hit

C’est là, que dans cour arrière
On a bu nos premières bières
c’t’ait drôle, on savait pas boire
On ‘tait pas beaux à voir

Y’a eu, les premiers slows collés
Les premiers baisers
Pis mon premier cœur brisé
Comme réconfort Ti-Louis m’as dit :

Viens faire un tour su’l quai
Les gars s’ennuient d’toi
Amène ta ligne pis tes appâts
Même si dans l’fond on l’sait qu’ça mord pas
Le St-Laurent est tranquille
Y’a du brouillard sé’îles
Viens t’asseoir on va jaser
Toé pis moé, su’l quai de Berthier...

Aujourd’hui, chu déménagé
J’fais ma vie à Malbaie
J’pense de temps en temps
À quand j’avais 10-12 ans
Ti-Louis, y reste toujours là-bas

J’t’ais sûr qu’y changerait pas
J’entends pu parler d’lui
Comme de nos autres amis

Comme Sophie qu’j’allais souvent voir
À faisait du ski d’fond à toué soirs
Dans ma mitaine y’avait un trou
J’y ai donné un bec su’a joue

C’était pendant l’congé d’Noël
J’voulais déjà m’marier avec elle
À m’a appelé tantôt après les nouvelles
A m’a dit :

Viens faire un tour su’l quai
Tu sais ben qu’j’m’ennuie d’toi
Même après toutes ces années
J’pouvais pas t’oublier
J’habite encore chez mes parents
J’travaille dans un restaurant
J’ai revu les gars d’la gang
Y’a Ti-Louis qui fait dire :

Viens faire un tour su’l quai
Les gars s’ennuient d’toi
Amène ta ligne pis tes appâts
Même si dans l’fond on l’sait qu’ça mord pas
Au pire on pognera une barbotte
J’ai d’la bière pis des peanuts
Le St-Laurent est tranquille
Dans l’bout’ de Berthierville...

"City and union negotiators have struck a deal to end the city’s 52-day-old transit strike.

Both sides have agreed to send all outstanding issues, including the controversial driver-scheduling issue, to binding arbitration.

City officials plan to continue to demand that OC Transpo bus drivers meet federal work-rest rules, including a minimum of eight hours rest between shifts.

The deal comes a day after the Conservative government announced it was prepared to introduce back-to-work legislation to end the strike.

OC Transpo's 2,300 dispatchers, mechanics and drivers have been on strike since Dec. 10."

Oh. Yes. Finally!

I woke up, broke free, drove a long time
It didn't purge you from my mind
Hang up the halo, maybe you're right
Chalk it up to a starry night
To be set free, to live and learn
Did we pass or fail the term?
You wrote a note with chalk on my door
A message I'd known long before:
On any given day, you'll find me gone
On any given day, you'll find me gone

Give me your reason, give me your rhyme
So I can tempo me to your time
So I can scratch your surface and be
A deeper part of the mystery
To be undone, to be alone
To live life in monotone
I reach the beach and try to ignore
The warning I'd known long before
On any given day, you'll find me gone
On any given day, you'll find me gone

Chorus
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I've been down to the sea
I've been down to the sea
And so all of the lovers will say
Forever star-crossed will we stay
Still I can't help feeling
Castaway on any given day
Still I can't help feeling
You'll run away on any given day

I window shop for you in my mind
A flannel shirt at the five and dime
A leather coat cut big city style
Boots from plastic crocodile
A pine cone dipped in glitter glue
A penny 1942
A necklace with a cheap green stone
Barefeet, cold sand, chilled to the bone

Chorus

My eye on you. My eye on you.
My eye on you always

Chorus

I lift my hands up, smell to reveal
Your perfume on the steering wheel
You're next to me asleep and I smile
I think I'll drive on for awhile

Thank you all for your comments. :3

My husband's sick with a bad flu, so we haven't celebrated yet. Soon, soon...

In other news, Adaemon ate again today, eagerly.

Erm, probably will have to withdraw from classes for this semester, as I have no way of getting to and back from school (my class is after work, until 9, and I do *not* want to walk 10 blocks to the mall at 10 at night.) SO... that sucks. I wish the stupid bus drivers would've accepted the offer... (For those of you not aware, the city of Ottawa's transit (OCTranspo) have been on strike since December 10th... no buses, no OTrain, nothing.)

BUT.

Things are good. :3

Here's a picture of my boy! I'll be getting him on the weekend after new year.

4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes

4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock

4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes

4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock

Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little time

Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes

4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only slumber never came
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock

Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little time

Why can we never go back to bed?

“Mother, I am hungry for some musical theater! I long for acoustic guitars, medieval melodies and operatic librettos! I would hear stories of the idle rich, humanoid anomalies, and criminal geniuses of the early nineteenth century! I need to observe the melodious consumption of fruit and the sifting through of old newspapers and listen to the prattle of simple minds and the banter of their superiors! I crave songs that deliver me into new worlds from far away, from long ago, and introduce me to characters I’d be, otherwise, afraid to know! Mother, I am hungry for some theatrical music!”

“My dear! What you want is the Deadfly Ensemble!”

And this, in short, sums up my current mood.

For anyone interested, "One of the missing" by Ambrose Bierce.


( Short story )

In other news, my toenail just came off. Whole. For no reason. I didn't even bump it or rip it or anything. It just... came off.

Well, how do you do, Private William McBride, Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?

Work's great so far. :) It's rather odd to be surrounded by military personnel, though.

Anyway, meme cause I'm bored at school.

01. What is your favorite show on TV?
House, hands down.

02. What are you wearing at the moment?
Er, office clothing- black pants and dark, pinstripe shirt.

03. What was the best part of your day?
Was pretty good overall, actually.

04. What is your favorite scent?
Earthy scent. Dead leaves, fall, woods...

05. What is your favorite drink?
Guinness, or absinthe if I'm feeling particularly naughty.

06. What do you drink the most?
Alcoholic drinks, see above. Other stuff, mostly coffee.

07. What is your favorite restaurant?
D'Arcy McGee's is pretty close to the top right now.

08. What will you be doing after finishing this?
Wait for Gris to get out of class and head home.

09. What did you want to be when you grew up?
Wanted to be an artist, then decided I didn't really want to starve to death.

10. Your favorite romantic movie?
P.S. I love you.

11. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
Wasn't tagged. Just stole this.

12. What are you afraid of?
Failing.

13. What's your favorite item of clothing?
Nothing.

14. What time do you usually go to bed?
Depends, usually around 10 or so.

15. What's the story behind your LJ username?
Number 9's a name I've been using for eons, but it was taken, so the_9th it is.

Quick post.

Can someone PLEASE tell me a good way to treat middle-of-the-night insomnia? Knocking myself unconscious is the next thing I'll try.

Sleeping pills are okay, but I don't want to have to use those every night.

It's now 3:35 am, I've been awake for about two hours and can't fall back asleep. I had to leave bed to let Gris try to get some sleep.

Ugh.

It's been like this for a while now. x_x

Since I'm boring and have nothing to talk about, here's a photo post!