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Cell Phone Ban

Fri, 20 Apr 2007 15:06:28 GMT

They're banning cell phones on high school properties across Toronto.

I completely understand this move, knowing first hand just how common it is for students to abuse the use of cell phones during class. Not only are they texting during school hours, by hiding the phone under the desk, I've actually known people who answered their phones during class.

My only problem is that we're getting to the point where if we want a behaviour stopped in our schools we have to create a ban. Kilts get too short we ban them instead of enforcing a 'length' rule. Cell phone use is abused and we ban cell phones from school properties instead of placing rules on when they can be used and following through with a punishment.

We're not helping future generations with all these bans. In fact, we're hindering them by failing to teach them the meaning of self control.

Besides, in terms of the cell phone ban, I doubt it'll actually be followed. There are no clear guidelines as to what disciplinary action should be taken if students fail to comply, and if the students decide to ignore the ban, I don't exactly see principals taking the time to write them all up, and I really don't see them suspending hundreds of students at once.

Reporting News...

Thu, 19 Apr 2007 21:53:54 GMT

...Or glorifying a killer.

NBC is facing criticism, mostly from the families of victims, for airing scenes from a package sent to them by the man responsible for the Virginia Tech shootings.

http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/reuters/usreport_usa_crime_shooting_nbc_dc

My first instinct is to agree with the critics. I don't see a reason to make the surviving victims of this crime and the families of those who didn't survive have to watch the man responsible for this over and over in the media. NBC claims that it is trying to understand and explain the mind of the killer, I say leave that to the experts. In a way, the killer is being glorified, being immortalized in the media world. And who knows how many unstable minds are watching this, idolizing him for his horrendous acts. Who knows how many copy cats are going to come of this insane need to detail those horrors in excruciating detail.

There was a shooting. Too many people died. Why can't we just pray for all those affected by the tragedy and let them move on with their lives instead of shoving it down their throats again and again.

Portuguese Rap

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 03:07:41 GMT

Nope, you didn't read that wrong.

I'm in love with this song!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcFjN_pK4Wo

WOOOHOOOOO!!!!!

Sun, 08 Apr 2007 01:56:13 GMT

We won! YES!!!

No thanks to Raycroft of course, at least Maurice had the good sense to pull him.

And Bryan's goal, freakin' awesome!

All I gotta say now is GO DEVILS GO!

You know you're in Canada when...

Sat, 07 Apr 2007 14:02:35 GMT

...the top news story is whether or not the Leafs are going to make the playoffs!

We need to win in regulation, don't screw up Raycroft!

*bites nails in anticipation*

Go Leafs Go...
...lose Islanders lose!

Love Hurts

Wed, 28 Mar 2007 15:25:31 GMT

Another little ficcie partially based on real life. Like I said, my friends and I are all 'special'.

"I'm glad I amuse you." he barked, his indigo eyes shooting deadly daggers at me.

"Oh, you have no idea. I swear I think this is the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life. This might actually beat the time you got your hand stuck in the junk machine and got mobbed by all those fans." I couldn't hide the laughter erupting from my hoarse throat even if I'd wanted too. Taking a seat on my overstuffed couch I stuck my head between my knees, trying to regain composure.

"Fuck. Off." he was well and truly pissed, if his tone was any indication, but there was no way I'd let that one slide.

"Wasn't that the problem in the first place?" I barely managed the last word before doubling over in laughter again.

"Okay, that's it. Get out." his face reddened in anger, leaving him looking more like the red teletubby than the heart throb every young woman in the world claimed him to be.

"You can't kick me out of my own house shit head." I laughed watching him struggle to get comfortable on the couch.

"Why the hell did I tell you?" He spat, pulling his sweatshirt over his head with obvious effort and tossing it on the floor.

"Because you can’t lie for shit, and don't think you're going to turn this place into a pig sty." I told him, picking up his sweater and throwing it at his face.

"I swear, when I get better..." he threatened, glaring at me.

I laughed at the empty threat and took a seat next to him.

“So, how exactly did this happen?”

“I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“Yeah you are. Because I’m going to tell the guys that it happened while you were rehearsing the choreography, unless you don’t tell me, in which case I’ll tell them the truth.” He looked at me in disbelief but I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t going to take a chance.

He let out a sigh and rubbed his hand over his face.

“We were both a little drunk.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And it was a tight space and a weird angle.”

“Right, and.” I pressed getting a kick out of watching him squirm.

“She lost her balance and I moved awkwardly trying to steady her.” He rushed through the words.

“I wonder what your fans would think about his.” I managed to get out between spurts of laughter.

I had never in my life heard of anyone incurring an injury during sex, but if it was going to happen to anyone I knew, no doubt it would be Nick.

"I repeat. I'm glad I amuse you."

"Congratulations Canada on Legalizing VCRs"

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 12:10:46 GMT

Watching Borat reminded me of Canada's own Rick Mercer. I think even my American friends will find this funny, if not, sorry.

Hang on, Canada has provinces (5:10) lmfao. It takes a kid to figure it out!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BhTZ_tgMUdo

Admittedly, these people are being fed wrong information BUT, if it were reversed I'm sure Canadians would know enough about Americans to call the bluff...maybe I'm wrong? I'd like to see a "Talking to Canadians", lol.

Borat

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 11:44:53 GMT

I finally watched Borat yesterday.
*This deserves my special Bryan icon*

First of all, Sacha Baron Cohen (spelling?) is brilliant. I think he has created the most absurd, original, hillarious character ever.
And the movie was exactly what I expected it to be, dumb, weird and all around funny.

I almost pissed my pants when I was watching the Pamela and dinner party scenes, about died when the hick was talking to him at the rodeo and the scene with the frat boys made me want to jump into the screen and beat the living shit out of every one of those misogynistic bastards!

Though I had to admit I wasn't overly impressed with the nude scenes between him and his manager, that was just a bit too freaky even for me.

It's amazing how we (and I include Canadians in this we because, well, I'm sure we're not much different) behave when we think that we won't be judged.

Thank you Borat for making me double over in laughter and spurt coke from my nose, and for pointing out what a cruel, dumb, rude people we are here in North America. Oh I'm sorry, was the movie not supposed to have a moral?

Bible School

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 17:39:07 GMT

I was watching 'The View' this morning and they were talking about how there's debate in the States at the moment about whether or not the Bible should be taught in public schools.

*Please be advised before you continue reading that anything I say is not meant to insult anyone. It is simply a statement of my opinion, if you disagree please feel free to post your own opinions on the matter*

First off, The Bible it is a great piece of literature that has been studied for thousands of years now and it is the best selling book of all time. That alone, despite any religious tones associated with it, should be enough to make it something worthwhile teaching about.

My only problem with its teaching is the question of who will be teaching these students. I don' t think it would be fair, in a public school, to teach the bible from a religious perspective (unless of course that was the purpose of the course). I think it should be taught as an incredible piece of mythology that may or may not have occured, and students learning about it should be allowed to question it and speak their opinions on it freely.

I took a world religions class in University and I'll never forget the heated debate/argument that was generated when we began discussing the Bible. Personalities clashed on whether the Bible was God's word or simply a great anthology of stories that were possibly borrowed from other civilizations around the world. My point here is not to argue which side is true, it is simply to bring attention to the fact that the Bible is a subject of interest even to those who are of other religious beliefs or not at all religious.

So, should it be taught in public schools? Absolutely, as an optional course for those interested in learning about the book. In my opinion, however, this class would only be successful if it were taught and moderated by someone without a religious agenda.

It's been a while...

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 03:01:22 GMT

...so I thought I'd drop a line.

Leafs are still in 11th place in the conference...thanks to the shitty performance @ Buffalo. *baffled* I will never understand how you can lose a three goal lead in 13 minutes, only with the Leafs I tell ya. Oh well, at least McCabe looked yummy as ever, if we can't get a cup at least give us some eye candy, lol.

And spring appears to be here at last, we've actually managed to go above zero a few times this week. We all know what that means...the school girls are gonna be pulling out their kilts, lol.

Speaking of which...*rant warning*

It appears that the catholic school board wants to ban kilts because the girls are wearing them too high (let's just say Paris Hilton would be proud). I've got an idea for them. Back in the day, when nuns ran the schools there was this thing called punishment. When students did something that was against the rules they would be punished by, oh I dunno, getting a letter sent home, or being suspended. Maybe they should try that? Nope. Instead of enforcing the rules that have always been in place about the length of kilts, they're just going to ban the items altogether. That's really going to teach those kids a lesson...NOT!

And end rant.

Sun, 11 Mar 2007 19:24:03 GMT

You Are 56% Brutally Honest

Honesty is important to you, but generally, you try not to be brutal about it.

You'll sugar coat the truth when you need to... and tell a white lie when necessary.

How Brutally Honest Are You?

Nick gave me crabs...

Sun, 11 Mar 2007 16:41:15 GMT

So I was cleaning up some of my files and I found this lying around. I wrote it quite a while ago based on a conversation a friend and I had. What can I say, my friends are as 'special' as I am!

"Nick gave me crabs!" The tall redhead shouted as she ran into the small apartment.
"What?" Her best friend Tori asked looking up from the show she'd been watching on television.
"Crabs, Nick gave me crabs!" Sam said excitedly, carefully handling a shoebox in front of her.
"And you're happy about this?" Tori asked, worried that her friend's mental health had begun to deteriorate.
"Of course I am, and he helped me name them already!" she said sitting beside her friend who was watching her with an odd expression on her face.
She opened the box and pointed inside, "This is Sugar and this is Baby."
Her friend peered into the box cautiously then let out a breath of relief when she saw the hermit crabs.
"OH, Nick gave you CRABS!!!!"
"Yeah, that's what I said. Nick gave me crabs!"

This blows...

Fri, 09 Mar 2007 01:26:49 GMT

I've been waiting for responses from the graduate schools I applied to in mid december and finally got one in the mail today.

Not accepted.

Well actually, it was more like: We regret to inform you...blah blah blah.
This really blows. A perfectly good, professionally written paper and crisp envelope waisted on that. Blah!
I keep trying to tell myself that it was only one school and maybe one of the other three will accept me, but that's not really helping any right now. I'm not sure exactly what I'm feeling right now to be honest, a little disappointed, a little hopeful, a whole bunch of numb.

I realized, as I was re-reading the letter for the hundredth time, that they don't really understand what's riding on this. They might think they do, but really they don't. This is my future, my family's future. What the hell else am I gonna do if I don't get in?

Oh well. Just gotta wait it out and see.

Jamie Fic: Possessed - NC17

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 20:41:22 GMT

Here's a little something to make Nancy feel better...hopefully you get to read this!

Jamie choked on the bile rising in his throat and dropped his head backwards onto the expensive, tacky wallpaper lining the dimly lit room. How the hell had this gotten so complicated, he wondered, trying to regulate his breathing and talk himself out of killing the bastard.

He had no right to feel this way. No right to claim her as his own. He knew it, knew he was being absurd, but it didn't make him feel any better. He pulled himself up abruptly, and forced himself to face them again.

"Surprise." he spoke bitterly into the eerily quiet room. Two pairs of dark eyes stared back at him in shock.

"What are you doing here?" Nancy didn't sound upset, or embarrassed like he thought she'd be. She just sounded, well, she actually sounded kind of annoyed.

"Get out." he barked at the tall man who'd just been kissing her. The man hesitated a split second, then, after a brief glance in Nancy's direction left the room. Jamie watched him walk away and suddenly recognized him as the co-star in her new play. He knew it. He'd known something was going on by the way they had interacted with each other when he'd seen them rehearse.

"How'd you get in here?" Nancy asked, in a tone he'd never heard her use. Her eyes were a dark shade of brown he'd never seen before and he could see her hands trembling.

"I persuaded the receptionist to give me a key, so I could surprise you." He spat, his voice louder than he'd meant it to be.

"Are you insane? You asked a freggin' receptionist for my room key? How the hell long have you been a celebrity? Do you not know that these people will turn on you in five seconds, and then what? Huh, then how're you going to explain that to your charming wife?" she had walked away from him, towards the large window overlooking the ocean. She gripped the window sill hard in an unsuccessful attempt at keeping her hands from shaking, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from them.

"I don't care." He blurted it out without thinking, but once he'd said it he realized that it was true. He didn't care one bit about anything else. Not the press, not his wife. None of it mattered. What mattered was that he was the only one that got to touch her.

She turned to face him, a look of disbelief splayed across her dark features.

"Well I do dammit! I did not struggle for so long for this just to have you blow it all!" it was a full out screaming match now, loud enough for everyone on the floor to hear. So much for being discreet.

"I don't want him touching you." He had no right to say that, he knew he didn't and he was fully prepared for the sharp sting of her hand across his face.

"Don't you dare." her voice was trembling now, as was her lip. "You have the nerve to come in here and tell me who I can or can't sleep with? You're married. Married! You have no say."

His chest was heaving with the turmoil of emotions he was feeling. He knew she was right and the unfairness of it all made his chest constrict until he felt he could no longer breathe. He felt as though he would cry at the injustice of their situation or burst with jealous rage. Crying in front of her was not an option, not now.

"You're mine, got it." in three long strides he was beside her, pulling her roughly against him, his body crushing hers, making her gasp for air. "I'm the only one that gets to touch you." he crushed his lips against hers in a violent attack, pulling at her hair, grabbing at her hips. He tried to remind himself that these feelings were uncalled for, he was married for godsake, he had no right to demand something of her that he coudn't return.

But he wasn't thinking clearly at the moment, he was thrown off by the sight of her being kissed by a stranger, being touched by someone other than him. The intensity of his jealousy threw him out of sorts and he tried hard to regain his composure.

Pulling back for air he stared into her deep brown eyes, she was not happy with his assault on her body. She was usually so loving, so understanding but now all he saw was contempt. She was sick of this; of running around, of being the other woman, she'd told him a million times but he'd never believed she'd put an end to it. The look in her eyes now made it clear that it was exactly what she was about to do. His stomach lurched uneasily and he held on tightly to her body for support. She couldn't end this. He wouldn't let her.

"I'm never letting you go." he whispered hoarsely against her ear, lifting her petite body into his arms in one swift movement and silencing her protests with his mouth. He lay her on the bed and spread his body over hers, easily impeding her flailing arms by pushing them up over her head with one of his hands.

She was still trying to resist him as his hand slid under her dress, but when his fingers found her damp panties and began stroking her aggressively she droped her head against the bed and let out a shaky breath. He sighed against her hair as she sagged beneath him, she always did give in to him, no matter how much she protested. In the end, she'd always give in.

The satin panties came off first, giving him full access to her tight core, and he wasted no time in slipping a finger into her, pumping fiercely as his thumb stroked her sensitive nub. He paused briefly to pull the light summer dress over her head, leaving her completely exposed to him. The sight of her naked body always seemed to make his stomach jump deliciously, no matter how many times he'd seen it. Jamie brought his hand back down between her legs, impatient to hear her screaming his name he fastened his mouth on a hardened nipple and bit down. She gasped at the intense feeling and he smiled against her breast before repeating the action.

He felt Nancy begin to tremble beneath him and brought his lips to suck on the sensittive skin at the base of her neck knowing she always loved when he did that. He waited for the sound of his name to echo in the warm room, the feel of her lips on his, waited for her to wrap her legs around him and beg him to take her. It never came. Instead she'd gripped the sheets until her knuckles were white from the pressure and bit her lip so hard she'd drawn blood.

He stared incredulously at her but she refused to meet his eyes. This wasn't happening. No matter whatever else was going on in his life he could count on her to be there, to hold him and make love to him and show him that it would all blow over. Now, as she lay beneath him, staring right through his chest, refusing to meet his eyes, he felt as though the room was closing in on him and he struggled to breathe.

"I'm not gonna let you do this." He promised, gripping her face and forcing her to look up at him. He loosened his pants and eased them off his hips; needing to feel her wrapped around him, to remind her that this was what she wanted, that no one else would make her feel the way he would. He needed to know that she needed him the way he needed her, that he was as important to her as she was to him.

Nudging her legs open with his knees he brought his body onto hers and slid into her wetness. His breath caught in his throat once he had enveloped himself in her heat. He held her there, even as she fought against him to move her hips, and caught her torn lip between his teeth, suckling gently on the tender flesh. Finally unable to hold out any longer he loosened the grip on her waist and she began rocking against him, slowly at first and then at a frenzied pace as they raced towards the edge.

"Mine, mine, mine." the words spilled out of him over and over, as she lifted her hips to meet every thrust. She was driving him crazy, since the day he'd met her she'd turned his entire world on its head. He could never figure out how someone so sweet and kind and loving could make him lose sight of every one of his morals.

"Tell me," he demanded gruffly, pulling himself out of her completely, waiting for her response. She stared up at him with those fierce eyes but said nothing as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and pulled him into her again.

"Tell me," he pushed his hips against hers forcefuly, letting her feel his erection pressed up against her wetness but not entering her like she wanted.

"I'm not a posession." came the silky response, but he knew she didn't mean it, she didn't say things like that. When he caught her eyes with his own pools of blue he saw, beneath the facade of indifference, the love reflected there and his heart broke just a little.

"I wanna hear you say it." his voice was hoarse with the strain it was taking him not to pound into her like he wanted to.

She was trying to pull him onto her, pushing her hips up to meet his, and it was taking all of his strength not to give in. "Dammit, fine!" she burst a minute later, punching his shoulder for good measure. He watched her, waiting.

"I'm yours." it was barely audible but it was true. They both new it. In those few short seconds that they lay frozen, staring in each other's eyes they knew that they belonged there, together. He slid into her and they sighed against eachother. There was no time for teasing now, they were both too far gone to play games.

Her body was sliding towards the headboard with the force of his thrusts, each deeper, harder, than the one before. It wasn't long before they were falling apart against each other, their breaths mingling between them as they called out each other's names.

Neither moved for a long time. He was too scared that if he let her go, if he pulled off of her she'd run.

"I hate you." she whispered, choking on a sob. He lifted his head from her chest and stared down at her tear-streaked face.

"That's too bad," he wiped at her tears with his thumb and kissed her mouth "because I love you." He'd never said it before. Neither of them had. They were too scared that admitting it would make it that much harder to end this. Because they knew they would have to, someday, probably sooner than later, for their own sanity this would have to end.

Heroes and Hypocrites

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 00:51:32 GMT

Rant Warning!

I am proud to say that I am a Canadian. We are always thought of as kind and helpful. We've done everything in our power to help other countries at their time of need. But when do our actions stop being heroic and become hypocritical?

We were heroes when we sent financial aid to the disaster torn countries hit by the tsunami in 2004. We were heroes when our firefighters, doctors and nurses rushed to ground zero after 9/11. We were heroes once again when hurricane Katrina destroyed New Orleans.

We were heroes when we sent our troops to help Afghanistan rebuild.

We were heroes when we sent our troops to help Afghanistan rebuild?

Thousands of our troops were sent overseas to help a country that was in shambles due to poverty, terrorism, and a corrupt democracy . A heroic agenda indeed if it were not so hypocritical.

They are fighting a corrupt democracy...like what we saw come to light with the sponsorship scandal?

They are fighting terrorism...like what we saw when 19 men were arrested for running a terrorist training ground, promoting terrorist propoganda and being in posession of bomb making materials?

They are fighting saving families from poverty...like the 552,000 Canadian families that have incomes below the poverty line, the 250,000 Canadian families that pay more than 30% of their income on rent, like the nearly 40000 individuals, (5000 of whom are children) who are presently homeless...In Toronto Alone!?

No. We're not heroes.

When it comes to Afghanistan we're hypocrites.

We, who cannot take care of the rights of our own people, are fighting for the rights of others.

We would rather spend 9 billion dollars to help another country when our own is not, although we don't like to believe it, in much better shape. We would rather send our troops to their death in a foreign country, than use them to better our own.

We stand on guard for thee....right.

Lj world beware...I have arrived!

Fri, 02 Mar 2007 12:51:25 GMT

After years of temptation I have finally given in.
My best friend Nancy is of course to blame, having friends locked her lj and forced me to sign up *sticks tongue out at Nancy*.

So what exactly are we in for here? Well, probably a lot of ranting and sarcasm and outright controversy; all those things that I'm so damn good at!