Randomness is goodness

Bad-I am very annoyed that I am unable to get into Ingrid's apartment. I cannot open the new door. I need to be able to get in so that I can check some statistics. Plus, I would like to do some laundry.

Good- The Western Canadian glitterati are talking about a trip in August. I really hope that I will be able to go.

Good- There is a restaurant in Ulaan Baatar that features "Caucasian barbecue." I need to go there and convince Jen to order this so I can see what it is.

Good- Tried vegetarian lasagne at a German cafe today. Talked with Brigitte, who owns it. Remembered a story about the kidnapping of her dog. Brigitte has a Dalmatian named Dollie, who goes everywhere with her. Apparently Dollie was kidnapped in Hong Kong, but Brigitte got her back. I need to find out the story behind this.

Good- I have a language lesson tonight. This will inspire me to clean my house. Oyuna laughs at me because I put a French accent on all my "r"s. Basically whenever I learn a new language, I pronounce certain words like they are French. Perhaps this is because French is the second language I ever learned. I was in French immersion from kindergarten until Grade 12. This has been a blessing and has only resulted in two negative effects.

1. I have problems with capitalization.
2. I only began taking math in English in Grade 10. I didn't know any of the math terms in English, and had to turn around and ask my classmates what some of the words meant. This has contributed to my math phobia.

I google you....

On the weekend, the 20 somethings on the trip (me, Henry, Babaak, Jen and Dorothy) were discussing the phenomenon of googling. We came onto this topic because Babaak wanted to know the correct spelling of my name so that he could look up some of my writing on the Internet.

Everyone confessed to googling other people. It's something you do to learn more about others. Henry told me that there is some form of google web engine, which will match your results with the results of someone else. This is so people can feel more popular, I guess.

We also acknowledged that most people get a small thrill if they have more google hits than enemies or exes.

Most people will admit that they google others, and then blush.

In some ways, googling is the masturbation of the 2000s. Everyone does it, but everyone is embarassed about it.

A random but obligatory poll

Here's a poll....

Let's say you had free rein of someone's house. You had never been to their house before, and you wanted to find out more about them.

Where would you snoop?? (You can pick one, or rank them...)

1. The bookshelf
2. The cd collection
3. The kitchen area (fridge and pantry)
4.The clothes closet
5.The medicine cabinet
6. The underwear drawer