House-ism

So here's your daily dose of House M.D.

I know adding a quote as a post is a complete cop-out, but I've been busy. Give me a break. I'll try and post something decent in the coming days.

House: After that look, I'm feeling a little frisky and looks like you're up.

Cuddy: I'm ovulating. Let's go.

House: The frisky, it went away.

- Lines in the Sand

The sad truth

You know how you can sometimes be scarred by an individual? I think that's happened to me. I'm not an emotional wreck or anything, but I think I've just gotten a bit more, shall we say, jumpy? For example: On the bus to school today, I saw Alchie standing outside one of the buildings, and what do I do? I duck down inside the bus.

There are so many things wrong with that scenario. First off, I ducked in a bus that has tinted windows and that you can't really see into. Secondly, when I had to get off the bus, I used someone as a human shield in order to get passed him. Now how pathetic is that.

Oh, another thing that happened a couple of days ago. I bumped into all my favourite men: Mr.Notsowonderful, Boozehound (a guy that I met in my first year of university who I've kept in touch with - and mind you he hasn't gotten hot hot hot), and Doc. It was amazing! *sigh* Why can't every day be like that?

On with the show folks. The quote of the moment folks, is from.....yep, you guessed it, House.

"No, if you talk to God you're religious. If God talks to you, you're psychotic."

- Gregory House.

Quote of the week

“The great thing about telling somebody they’re dying is it tends to focus their priorities. You find out what matters to them. What they’re willing to die for. What they’re willing to lie for.” - Dr. Gregory House (“Three Stories”)

"Alchie, Bushes, and Shields oh my!"

So as I was coming out of class today with PinkPolish and JW we were having a conversation about how weird our professor can get sometimes, when I hear an obnoxious sounding voice. I looked directly in front of me and what, or who, do I see? Alchie. Yep, that's right folks, the drunken idiot himself. I couldn't believe it. I got this look of fear on my face and started walking in a completely different direction. Unfortunately there was no bush for me to dive into. (More on that later.) PP realized that something was wrong, and when she figured out exactly what it was, she sheilded me from the vernom. Ugh, he looks just as drunk and obnoxious as the first time I met. Why did I even go out with him? What was I thinking? You know what I think it was? It was a coyote ugly.

Definitions:
Coyote Ugly - When you get so drunk, that when you wake up the next morning, you see this really ugly pile of skin beside you that you would rather chew your arm off rather than wake him.

I've been diving into bushes, snow banks, and restaurants to avoid Alchie. First it was a snow bank last winter. Then it was a bush in the spring. (I got a lot of scratches from it.) And just before school started it was a restaurant on campus. I mean, I actually dove in behind the counter. Today, it was the PP and JW shield.

All I can say is, ladies and gentlemen, any time you see an ex that you really don't want to see/have small talk with/interact in any sort of way, you dive into a bush. It's either that, or hit the floor and pretend a bomb erupted. Or, if you're really good, you can start up a conversation with an individual next to you and perhaps avoid this "person" that way. Who knows. Get creative.

Pet Peeve of the Year

I hate it when people tell me I can't do something.

It makes me want to run someone over with Rusty repeatedly.

Heroes

How does someone define the term hero? Perhaps it can be defined as someone having superpowers. But come on now, how many people do you know that fly and have super strength? A better definition would be someone who has done something extraordinary.

Yesterday my brother invited me over to his house for dinner. After feeding me, we went outside on the patio and had a conversation, something that we normally don't have due to the lack of free-time. This conversation, at the time, felt like a lecture. My brother made the observation that my dad hasn't been the same in the last little while. He looks tired and worn. My brother insists that part of the reason is that, even though my dad is 70 years old and should be retired and living the good life right now, he is working two jobs trying to support his family. He went to my brother and complained a little while ago that I spend more money than I make. I can attest to that fact because I just took a look at my most recent credit card statement. It doesn't look pretty.

I won't get into the details of the conversation, but my brother did tell me a few stories about Dad. There was one in particular that really made me get misty-eyed. When my brother was about 16 years old, he came to Canada from Greece. After school he went and visited my Dad at work. My Dad stopped to talk to his son and offered to make him something to eat. At that moment, Dad's boss passed by and just gave him this look that said "Get back to work you mongrel." My Dad, being the guy that he is, swallowed his pride and went back to work. It takes balls not to say anything to that prick. My Dad knew at the time he had a family to support and that he couldn't afford to lose that job.

Ever since my Dad immigrated to Canada more than 40 years ago, he has worked 2 jobs. My brother couldn't recall any time where he only had one job like a regular blue-collar fellow.

Another story that he told me also says something about my Dad's character. When he first immigrated here, he held a few factory jobs, and one of them was working in a tire factory on an assembly line. One day, while at work, a tire fell on a guy that my Dad worked beside. My Dad picked him up and 911 was dialed, ambulance came, took him to the hospital, and because of his injury he had to take 8 months off of work to recover. The owners of the factory came to my Dad and another guy that worked the same line (and who were present at the time of the accident) and told them the insurance adjusters were coming. They informed the two employees that they will be asked where and how the accident happened. They were told to say: "He fell outside of the factory" so that the factory wouldn't have to pay compensation. If they told the truth, they would lose their jobs. That was the threat. Sure enough, the adjusters came and asked my Dad what happened, and he told them the truth, that a tired fell on the man. My Dad understood that, although he would lose his job over this, the injured man had a family that he needed to support, and he would need the compensation to do that. My Dad was fired the next day.

Nobody ever helped my Dad when he first moved to Canada. Even in Greece, nobody ever lent him a hand, he always did everything on his own. During his life, though, he has helped everyone. From my Mom's sisters, to his own siblings, to his children, and even strangers.

My Dad may piss me off, and say things that he shouldn't, but that's just the way he is. You can't teach an old dog new tricks, and you can't change an old man's ways. I have learned to love him for who he is. And as cliche as this may sound, when someone asks me who my hero is, I can proudly say that it's my Dad.

Quotes of the week

Since school has started, I've been back and forth between campus, work, and home. Haven't really had any time to update the blog, but here is the quote for the week. I'll try to catch you guys up over the weekend. This week's quote is from House, one of my new favourite shows this year.

"Dr. Cameron: Men should grow up.
Dr. Gregory House: Yeah. And dogs should stop licking themselves. It's not gonna happen."

Ready to settle down

After being single for a couple of years, after dating various guys, after various one-night stands (and some that lasted for two nights), I think I'm ready to finally settle down. By settle down I don't mean getting married, but simply being in a relationship. I want to experience something new now. Melissa O'Neil, who won Canadian Idol a little while ago, has a great song called "Alive". The chorus is as follows:

I wanna run with the reckless emotion

Find out if love is the size of an ocean

Even if I crash down and burn out

At least I'm gonna know what it's like to feel alive

That is exactly what I want to do. My goal for this year is to fall head over heels for someone. Obviously not just anyone. They must go through a vigorous screening process. Every girl needs to make sure the guy that she's with isn't going to be:

1) a creep

2) an asshole

3) different when he's with his friends

4) a pansey

5) unable to stand up for himself

6) unable to crack a good joke

7) short (I got nothing against short guys, but I just like 'em tall)

and so forth...

I will chronicle the search for the perfect man.

Day1:

I have met a potential guy for me. He's tall, he wants to be a doctor (a pediatrician to be more specific), and he has a deep voice. From what I can tell, he's very intelligent and he's got a great sense of humour. He could be a potential "man" for me. The only problem is: I met him in training for my job, and I have no contact information for him. Oh well, maybe I'll see him during one of the events on campus. This man, will forthwith me known as Doc.

And so the search continues.

Romeo and Juliet

There is one thing I like about Shakespeare. It's the way he strings words together, and the way he sets up a scene. The prologue to Romeo and Juliet always gives me goosebumps, especially when the bard really puts some emotion behind it.

"Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which but their children's end naught could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which, if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend."

-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet