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Relax. After tomorrow or Friday, all is good and done. Pfeuf. I'll have all the details and such when I'm done.Posted by Bella at 11:45 PM# Laying down the law one charge at a time. Defense lawyers are the meanest, baddest, most annoying dudes ever. And I mean ever. Like, ever. They have this way of getting in your face and being just down right rude and annoying.We were told yesterday in court that being selected for jury duty is a privilege. Um. To who? I pay $22 a day to park, only get a $10.20 per diem for food, and am only paid $10 a day to sit on jury. Now, couple that with the fact that I have to miss a week's worth of work, am not actually allowed to read papers, watch the news or listen to the radio in case I see something on this case which would offer me a biased view - I would have to ask for more evidence as to where my privilege is. It's deep in there I'm sure... Other than that, it's been pretty neat. I have seen some pretty cool shit come across as the evidence (just big guns with equally big names. Pfeuf.) and holy crap was it ever intimidating. Fucking cool though. The people on the jury are a bunch of cool cats - interesting folks actually. This could be the start to a long time in that jury room deliberating. Sigh. As soon as the case is over and done with - I can give some more detail. Until then my fine feathered friends... Posted by Bella at 7:17 PM# "Thank you making the time to join us today, not like you had any choice..." Courtroom humour - is it ever dry. Entertaining though.On my impressed-o-meter I am probably about a, oh, 3 out of 10. Out of 150 people who waited patiently in a courtroom, "Number 13 - Megan Pratt" was called first. First. FIRST. Damn. I actually let out the word "fuck" as I stood up. I had to stand in a panel of 11 other people in front of the lawyers for both sides. If they said content, I was to spend the next however long I was required to be there for, with them. If they said challenge, I could have gone back to my seat and left knowing I was a free woman. "Content". Double fuck. Next week, starting Monday at 9:30 a.m., I am sitting on the jury panel with 11 other thrilled people to give my say on whether this guy is guilty or not. Just looking at him and hearing the judge list off everything that this dude was in trouble for, wow - he is in some serious trouble. Sounded rather obviously guilty to me. I just wonder if other people will see that too or if I will be sent off to a night of sequesteredness... It's going to be a long week.... Posted by Bella at 1:48 AM# BMW's and baseball caps go together like peanut butter and jam. Soooo I haven't got a birthday card in a while so I think that's it. That's the end of my birthday. Sigh. I just have to wait til next year... I have been staring at a computer screen sooooo long today that my fingers aren't connecting with the right keys on the keyboard - seriously - I have never had to use the backspace button quite like I have had to tonite.What's going on in Meganland so you ask? How kind... I got my official letter from the university saying that I am officially official in their books. Horrah! Maybe I can make the Dean's list like my brother did. Grumble... Now comes the fun part. The organizing a freaking HUGE conference (which is going very well I might add) and starting up a HUGE program at university. I never thought I would say that. Damn - I'm going back to school. I have to buy new tires for Al because his factory installed POS rubber things they call "tires" ain't going to cut it in Cowtown. Too bad they are soooOOoOOOoo expensive. It's Christmas - maybe Honda can give them to me for free?! Or not. I was rather choked to come into my room tonite and notice that Beta wasn't in his bowl. Mom washed the bowl out (either she knew I couldn't do it because I was still too traumatized or because she wanted the smelly thing off the kitchen counter) and put it back on my bookshelf with the fish net sticking out the top of it. Maybe I should get another one. But then again - maybe the fact that my fish are dying while under my care is a sign that I shouldn't have fish as pets. My dog's still kicking. I'll just keep the furry animals. I have a new book. Ashley let me borrow her precious hardcover "The Historian". I must say, the first 3 pages are super interesting. The next 639 seem a little more daunting. Sigh. Another book left by itself on the shelf? My back hurts. I think I'm getting a cold. Hm. Time for the TLC and the chickey noodley soup. MmmmMMmm. Jury duty on Friday. Hot damn do I ever wish I could pass this on to the next viable candidate. That's it. I'm a whole bowl of nothing floating in sugary milk. Maybe more later. Posted by Bella at 9:27 PM# Calgary Herald Q. Oh my God. I actually wrote a piece for the Herald. Weird. Check it out...Posted by Bella at 7:06 PM# Egad I'm needy. Jeff sent the idea out. I am merely following his idea... type "(insert your name here) needs" into Google and away you go. These are some of the things I came up with:"Megan needs lots of encouragement on the home front" "Megan needs help" "Megan needs a theme song" "Megan needs a cell phone" "Megan needs to work on her gun control" "Megan needs a loving home " "Megan needs an offensive player " "Megan needs to learn how to receive the concessions and help others offer without defensiveness." "Megan needs an organ transplant" "Megan needs specialist surgery." "Megan needs to dye her hair." "Megan needs coffee this early! So does Scott." (now that's just funny) Posted by Bella at 11:32 PM# I went, I saw; conquered I did not.  Well. Here's how the shit went down: Wednesday. Left Cow-Town at 4 a.m. in the morning with my coffee and muffin in hand, 2 cases of music and a great sidekick to keep me going. Crap crap crap weather and road conditions around Rogers Pass - enough white stuff to halt semi's in their tracks. Thank God for the all-season tires and front wheel drive... heh. The comment which was said aloud the most was "and we're going surfing..." Arrived in White Rock at 2.30 p.m. Napped, ate, slept some more. Thursday. We woke up with me yelling "it's my birthday! wahoo! saweet! yay!!". Left Nanie's house around 9 a.m. to pick up Sean and Liz at the airport. Original thoughts were to pick them up and bust a move to Twsawassan for the nooner - but ended up being the second last vehicle on the 10.30 ferry. Saweet. This was going to be a fan-fucking-tastic weekend. Got to Naniamo and went to the White Spot for lunch and then booted it to Tofino. Now, if ya'll have traveled this road from Parksville to Tofino, you all know what kind of a shit-show the highway is. But at the same time, it is probably the most fun you will have driving your car. Ever. One thing we noticed while trekking on the #4 was the overabundance of pumpkins. And not just any kind of pumpkins... beautifully carved orange things. They were wonderful. And literally hundreds - maybe thousands. Finally we come across the sign indicating the surf is categorized as Extreme. Shit son - we didn't expect this, but let out an excited yelp anyways. Pulled over to watch the last of the sunset on Long Beach. Sigh. The beach. The beautiful endless beach. Tofino. It's about time. We find our accommodation called the Nalu House, unpack and settle in and make our way into town for some food. Mmmm birthday dinner time. After a couple xnays on the restaurant selections, we come across a cafe and order up some awesome wicked food. Fucking awesome food - great birthday dinner. Got some booze and went back to the accom for a walk on the beach. Scott and I walked for what seemed like forever before returning back to the house and watching the game. The day finished early and we were in bed sleeping. Zzzzzzz. Friday. The other guests arrived from Vancouver late Friday night which was inconvenient for sleeping's sake. Damn guys - ya'll really have to party quieter next time. Scott and I decided to hoof it to the beach for a morning walk before the rest of the crew woke up. We ended up at the Wickannish Inn and had breakfast overlooking Chesterman Beach. Delish. After our stomachs were full, we moseyed back to the house and realized that everyone had been waiting for us to arrive so they could rent boards. Well hot damn. They came back to the house empty handed after finding out no surf shop was renting due to the winter storm which had taken over the surf. 20ft waves? They don't look that big... So what do we do? Grocery shop. We went to the only real place in town to get groceries (where you can also buy clothing) and stocked up on grub for the next 2 days. We ate lunch and then came back into town to scope the shops out to see what the locals had in store for us. Not much. Awesome little town though; super cute and full of character. Ended up cracking into the booze and sitting in the hot tub and wood sauna for the rest of the afternoon/evening. Liz decided to be daring and bet the guys they couldn't run into the ocean. Well it was on. We all ran, we all got in, we all froze. Thank God for the hot tub. Had dinner and had some more relaxing times in the tub - not to mention the random porn channel we found on tv which the guys seemed overly enthralled with. Early to bed again - while the crew from Vancity stayed up partying to the sounds of Jay-Z. Stupid Jay-Z.  Saturday. Another walk on the beach. It's great being able to wake up and throw on some warm clothes and walk for miles down a gorgeous beach. We watched the Volcom Surf Comp. along the way before making our way to the Restaurant on the Point at the Wick Inn for brekky again. On the way back - we got absolutely pummeled with rain; I have never ever seen rain like that before. Never. Ever. Period. Got back to the house drenched like no one's business and quasi stoked about getting in the surf today. Well, the surf shops wouldn't have it - "No Rentals at All". Shit man. So what were we going to do? Sunday was a guaranteed travel all-day day. Should we break it up? Do it in 2 days? So Liz, Sean and Scott and I put our heads together. What the hell do we do?! And what's that? WestJet has no flights available for S & L? Another wrench in plans. Looks like we're all driving back together - today. So we go for a jaunt to the coves to check out the waves from a different beach, pack our bags and begin our adventure home. Sigh. Made the 7 p.m. ferry and was in White Rock at my grandmas by 10. Wept. Slept. Sunday. Drove all day. I think by the time we were home, we were pretty irritable. Tired of driving, disappointed of how everything went, sick of spending money on traveling and not stoked on being in a little Civic named Alistair for x number of hours. Sigh. Maybe next time it will be better. We'll get to go surfing next time. Posted by Bella at 9:28 PM# A quick glance of what was in store for us when we drove into Tofino.  Hot damn. Posted by Bella at 7:45 AM# Beta died. Damn. He bit the bullet on my birthday weekend.What the fuck. My fish aren't suppose to die. He's been with me for about a year and a half now.. just hanging out.. on my book shelf. Sigh. I sure did shed a couple tears. Ok. Maybe more than a couple... I was full out balling when I saw his limp little fishy body upside down at the bottom of the bowl. Damn. I really thought he was going to be with me forever. ps- my stupid f**king piece o' shist Bell phone also died. Like... died. It's dead. So... if you want to get ahold of me, right now smoke signals and carrier pigeons are the only way to go. {update - stupid Bell is fixing my phone so I have a loaner - so you can still call me all you want} Posted by Bella at 8:59 PM# Happy Birthday www.meganpratt.com Had to do it. Besides, Steve reminded me.Thanks! Posted by Bella at 7:48 AM# Elmo sings the chicken dance song. I was just telling someone "oh how I wish my stomach didn't feel like it was about to explode". Damn. This is no time to be feeling under the weather. I have a wicked busy weekend and then next week is the week. The big birthday week. I wish people got as excited about their birthdays as I get with mine. Or, maybe it's because I'm just a huge kid at heart who loves the celebration part. Or, in more realistic ideas - maybe it's just that the day is about me.Maybe it's my stress though. I kinda came to the realization the other day that I have 75 days to pull off a fantastically huge event. Something I am incredibly worried about. Then there is the anxiousness of waiting for my official acceptance letter from the University. The perils of budgeting my money so I have enough to, maybe, fill up my car. And of course the everyday rumblings that is life. Life can be such a puzzle. Sometimes it feels like I just put the last piece of the puzzle in - and then others it feels like someone wiped the puzzle off the table, only for me to pick up the pieces and begin again. In a complete random daze, I was looking at my bookshelf last night. My poor fish Beta is still hanging out in his bowl.. swimming around looking at the new scenery each time he circles the tank. My recently replaced picture frames now hold snaps of Lindsay and I at our bday last year, and me in front of the Circus Maximus in Rome. I have some little trinkets including a rock my grandma pasted old stamps to, jewelry cases with nothing but dust in them, portfolio bulging with newspaper snippets, Italy container stocked full of Italian newspapers, pictures, bus passes, maps and other small mementos, - and books. Lots and lots of books. And that got me thinking. Why the truck do I have so many books. It's not like I sit down and crack them open. Aaron is still giving me sass over a book we were going to read together last year called Nanocasm. Oops. (one day... ) I buy the books thinking I am going to actually going to sit down and enjoy it word by word, that I am going to make myself that much more intellectual with the verbage and the history and that I will have a wicked conversation piece. But then I realize that I haven't done anything like that - I haven't accomplished any of those books. A sample of my bookshelf: The Secret Mulroney Tapes - Peter C. Newman Here Be Dragons - Peter C. Newman Against the Grain - Catherine Ford The Chicago Manual of Style Lonely Planet's Guide to Italy My Life - Bill Clinton Generation X - Douglas Coupland And then I realized I have spent a buttload on books which I have never read. I might've read the first two pages in the majority of them, but in Clintons case I read the first 100 pages. So what does this say about me? Probably that I'm a slacker. Or maybe it is as simple as "the books I read are boring. I need something new, exciting, riviting, so spellbounding that it's orgasmic. Heh. Posted by Bella at 7:13 AM# The excuse to be anything you want to be.  Judging by the way my skirt is fitting today, I am incredibly glad that Halloween is over and done with for another year. This means that there will be no more snack size chocolate bars hiding in my desk drawer. Thank. God. I'll just have to bust out the Purdy's chocolate bells and candy canes - such a wiser choice. I actually went out to a Halloween party this year which was, I must say, highly entertaining. I didn't dress up like anything really - threw a cowboy hat on, a sheriff pin and stuck a gun in my belt and called it a day. Scott on the other hand went all out and dressed up like Stanz from the Ghostbusters. You better believe we watched the movie, researched the outfit online and put it all together for 3 days. Talent man, that guy has endless talent. It was a tres downer when the dude dressed up like a huge pickle got the costume prize instead of Scott. Next year man... Posted by Bella at 7:50 AM# |
