all in a week's work

this past week two of my residents, in two different homes i work at, passed away. i know it's to be expected when working in long-term care and this isn't the first time i've 'lost' residents this way, but it's a part of the job i don't think i'll ever get used to. i guess it's a good thing though - it means my heart is still intact.

it has been a sad week in this regard and i'm exhausted. goodbye my all-star residents. you'll be missed.

*clink*

here's to the beginning of another fresh, new, and untainted year full of opportunities and possibilities. let the good times roll.

happy new year! :)

wishing you a very...

have a good one. :)

edumacational goodness

instead of surfing the net because you're bored and looking for something to do, check this out. for every word you guess right, they'll donate 20 grains of rice through the UN to help end world hunger. (yes i took that right from the website.) i know 20 grains of rice doesn't really seem like much at all, but the number of rice grains donated will grow exponentially if everyone pitches in. plus you get to broaden your vocabulary. and it's fun! well, in an erudite kind of way. :P (oh take that gre prep!)

so hurry up and get on the free rice edumacational goodness bandwagon! everyone's invited. :)

best buy, you suck

best buy has the worst customer service ever. i guess that's to be expected when a company hires a bunch of gits to work for them. what does this say about the company? it's the biggest and dumbest git of them all.

twenty-four and still a boar

get it? twenty-four? year of the pig? i'm so clever. and i can rhyme. heh!

happy birthday justin - today, my last blog post is dedicated to you!!! *<|:)

switchfoot | 24

Twenty four oceans
Twenty four skies
Twenty four failures
Twenty four tries
Twenty four finds me
In twenty-fourth place
Twenty four drop outs
At the end of the day
Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty four hours ago

Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And I'm not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago
Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You

Twenty four reasons to admit that I'm wrong
With all my excuses still twenty four strong

See I'm not copping out not copping out not copping out
When You're raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now

And You're raising these twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts
But I want to be one today
Centered and true

I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
You're raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You're raising the dead in me

I want to see miracles, see the world change
Wrestled the angel, for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause
I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And You're raising the dead in me
Twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts.
I'm not copping out. Not copping out. Not copping out.

how to uglify an electric

i don't know what's more disturbing: the fact that a guitar company is actually manufacturing an electric guitar with that on it's face, or that people are actually buying it.

the hello kitty craze is so annoying. someone please, make it stop!

rachmaninoff and rosemary

this is happening this coming thursday at roy thomson hall. the repertoire as a whole is great, but i'm most excited about the fact that jon kimura parker is playing rachmaninoff!! and not just any rachmaninoff piece. he's playing rach 2 - my most favourite piano concerto of all time! you don't understand how much i love this piece. this concert is going to be sooooooooo great!!

too bad i won't be able to make it. woe to me, i am crushed. :( *sobs*

on an completely unrelated note, earlier this week (and for most of last week) i was feeling pretty sick - my nose was running away, i went through way too many boxes of kleenex, and i kept sneezing no matter what i tried. anyway, one day while i was adding another tissue to my tissue mountain, i heard my sister start to sneeze and at that moment i decided to attempt to be domestic and make us some chicken noodle soup.

i found some chicken broth in the fridge (leftover from dinner the night before) and started breaking/boiling some spaghetti noodles, and ripping apart some cold-cuts to put the 'chicken' in my chicken noodle soup. everything was going great until it came time to spice it up. i started going through our cupboards for "something green" (i was looking for oregano), but when i couldn't find any i decided to use what i could find - rosemary. word of advice: don't use it in chicken noodle soup. it will make your soup taste wierd and make you, the cooker of the soup, feel both sad for messing it up, and bad for the people drinking it.

other than the foul aftertaste thanks to the rosemary, i thought it was pretty good. oh well, i guess a little of the wrong spice can really mess up an otherwise great meal. (i could come up with some cheesy life-parallel here, but instead i'll leave that up to you.) ;)

update on my feelings re: sondheim

it is time for me to eat my words. well, maybe just chew.
sondheim isn't that bad. he's just horrible to have to sight-read.

my comment still stands for tesh though. he's just cheese. as in john cheese. i mean, cleese. (i love john cleese!) ok, maybe cheese isn't the right word for john tesh then - i definitely do not love him (not that i know him or anything anyway). or his music.

in other news, autumn is coming. can you feel it?