End Procrastination Now!!!

I find it infinitely hillarious that the banner above my site says, "End Procrastination Now!" I am sure this is a random greeting, however when I went to check my comments and saw that I nearly died on the spot.

I am in Seattle with D until Monday. Tuesday I go back to that place of education lovingly referred to as "hell". And Wednesday I devise new plans to take over the universe using nothing but a McDonalds straw and 25 cents.

Yeah. Now that I have your attention, I am going to take over the world, so that all of you will have to call me "Empress Tara" and you will have to attend to my every desire. First on my list? Abolish all pop stars that live mediocre lives.You know who you are.. all of the J-pop, Britney Spears aspiring nobodies who will never have a "Behind the Music" done on them. I'd even let Britney live, if only for the reason that if we got rid of her, I would have no one to make fun of and despise. Second act as Empress would be to abolish all people who thought that there horrible acts were in any way related to the goodness that is any form of God. My third act as Empress? To creaste more room for more acts.

Anyway, I don't know where this speil came from. Perhaps in my momentary lack of sanity, I was inspired. (I know, momentary is not the word to describe the period of time to which I am insane, however, it is my world, and your just a peasant in it.)

Ahh, yes. I should quit my day job and become an Empress... wait, to quit my day job would require that I have a day job. Since my day job is becoming edumactated, I suppose that I would be quitting school - and just in time, too. Business stats this semester. Blah.

Who Invited YOU to MY Party?

The title really is not representative of anything I am about to say. It just so happens that this morning, when my alarm went off, I thought to myself and then said out loud, "Who invited you to my party?" In other words... SHUT UP AND GET OUT. I slept further until Jen called me, only resulting in further unhappiness.

My dog (Izzy) got banged by a shit-zu (who cares about spelling - it sounds funnier that way anyway). She went missing, I drove around twice only to find her the second time. I called her.. she didn't come. I called her again and the shit-zu jumped on the back of her and started to hump. Of course, I couldn't help but laugh, for I don't think I have ever really seen a dog get boned. I called again.. yelled "Izzy, get in this car right now and stop humping!" Of course the shit-zu took it upon himself to look at me while he shoved his skivvies into my dog. All I could think of was that there was a good chance of a cute puppy. I'm not sure if he finished his job, but Izzy was panting all the way home, and for about an hour after that. He obviously wasn't that good, since the minute nobody was obviously watching she grabbed her kitty and made it her bitch.

Anyway, a week til school starts again and I am thinking that perhaps I should not go. Maybe I should run to the hills and become a hermit. You know, grow my own veggies, eat what I kill, and marry a saskwatch. I'm sure the spelling on that one is way off too.

I hope all is well in your world... it's 11:45 - do you know where YOUR dog is?

F*#&in' Rights Baby!!!

So much poop went wrong in the last 4 months, that it is about TIME something went right. I went and got my marks for my courses and managed to achieve an A- in business math, a B in financial accounting, and a B- in psychology. This is quite the feat considering psychology was on my "f@%$ the dog list" and even though accounting and business math had my pracitically undivided attention, they were also the classes that have given me the most trouble in the past. That being said, I was mentally doing cartwheels for myself. The message of the day is that hard work pays off.

This past weekend I had the opportunity to spend the weekend with K (D's sister), and I have to say that it was a wonderful experience. It was nice to see the relationship between brother and sister (in fact, it solidified my beliefs that Chad and I are actually normal.. or perhaps there are just other people who are as screwy) - one of the most obvious differences is she refers to D as "D" where I refer to Chad a number of colourful names (SFB, F*#@ass, Dipshit, Dumbass). We spent the weekend in Vancouver, primarily, and actually biked around the entire city's coastline (Stanley Park, English Bay, Yaletown, Gastown, and then back to the beginning). My bum hurts.

One more week and then the grind begins again. I would really like a bit longer of a break, but I guess I'll just have to deal. With D in NY, it wasn't as long as normal (technically, it was the same period of time, but my finals were at the end of the finals period and I didn't get to spend this time with him because he was in NY... therefore, it wasn't as long. Yes, my logic is illogical, yet it is understandable).

Okay.. nuff babling. Did I mention a bird pooped on D? Well, you will have to ask about that another time. Perhaps I will find a way to post a picture or two.

I hope all is well in your world.. mine is perfectly Okanagan peachy.

Ooookayyyy...

I think I am dead. Don't tell anyone yet til I confirm it though. It is 7:19 in the am, and I have a final exam in approximatley 40 minutes. Then I am done. Home, sleep.

D comes home tomorrow and brings his sister with him :) Sooo excited.

Did I mention I think I am dead?

The whole point of this post is being lost in my inability to think clearly... what I really wanted to talk about today, was Yahoo News. I love their section "oddly enough" because it provides you with all the stupid acts, random acts, and plain old "why?" acts. Psychiatrists selling women as wives in China, a Burgular calling the popo on himself, and a giant whale bashing into your family vacation. I mean, why watch CNN when there are much more amusing stories out there that for whatever reason, slide under the radar?

Oh yeah, I gotta go to my final. Have a nice life. Hope all is well in your world.

Coffee

I love coffee. I drink alot of coffee. Everyday at school, I drink coffee. At home, I drink coffee. I will probably die with coffee teeth. Thank God for whitening toothpaste.
And with all that love for my coffee, the reality is, that with each regular cup of starbucks coffee, I am helping to kill someone. With each mug of Folgers, someone goes without dinner.

It seems kind of drastic to put it that way doesn't it. But its true. There are many different issues that are causing this, but the big consensus is that big companies are not paying a fair price for the coffee, causing the growers to lose money. You have to understand that the growers are not some huge company either. They are usually family owned. Each coffee bean has to be picked by hand (so that they know that each bean is perfectly ripe for my morning coffee). The end result of the interaction between the big coffee companies and the little coffee growers, is destitution and death. Because coffee importers and distributors don't have a heart, and don't think we will pay the extra 10-45 cents to save someones life.

I don't know about you, but 1.45 for my usual 1.35 coffee, isn't that big of a deal. But on the whole.. when you add up every cup that goes into that pound of coffee, that that additional 10 cents, you are helping someone get dinner tonight.

There are more issues around the coffee crisis, and for all you coffee drinkers out there, read into it, and drink as much fair trade coffee as you can. For those of you that go to Kwantlen.. the KSA lounge ONLY serves fair trade. Go to the little coffee shops, not Starfucks, and get yourself a cup of coffee, hold the guilt.

Go to Global Exchange to educate yourself. And please, feed someone tonight.

---> My letter to Folgers

You know what Mr. Rich Folgers guy? I buy your coffee. Yeah, thats right. I'm helping you to kill people. But thats going to stop. You know the big cans you sell at Costco? Well my family, we go through 3 a week. So, thats approximately 1000 dollars that you will no longer see as revenue. Sure, thats nothing when your making as much as you are, but thats alot to the poor farmers that are you destroying. So I think I'll buy it from them.

As a business student, I hope I never end up in a company that values itself over the community. And that's what you are saying by continuing to buy the coffee at a non-fair price. Imagine, if you will, the number of people who would buy your Folgers can if it said "Fair-Trade Coffee" on it, and your profit margin went down a smidge. Or, you could always sell it for a wee bit more.

You may think that this isn't big news now, but everyone in my University who drinks coffee, knows about fair trade. And guess what? We are your next mass consumers. And we don't like you.

So Mr. Folgers, why don't you become an upstanding member of society, and start paying your dues like a real man? Buy Fair Trade.

A New Beginning.... Again

Isn't it great when I decide to write again? D is in NY right now and was there for the power outage, lucky him. I am in the middle of studying for final exams and took a minute to write to everyone. I have a feeling my hotmail account for this site is down (due to lack of checking, because hotmail is ghey).

I will write soon........ studying must occur. Perhaps you could email me a topic to write about, just to get my creative juices flowing.