Get A Life!

Virtual hangout of the single Christian girls of Southern Ontario.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Christmas / New Year's

So, what'chare we gonna do for Christmas?

We could:
1. get together early in December (more like Sinter Klaas)
* only thing is, that's exam time (for some of us)
2. get together the week before Christmas
3. " " " " after "
4. " " sortuv halfway in between Christmas and New Year's
5. New Year's
6. skip it and save the money we would have spent (I'm really not encouraging this one!)

If we do want to give presents, how do we decide who buys for whom?
I need answers.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Random Question (I answered it on my profile!)

Your people want to make a statue in your honor. What will it be made out of and what victory will it commemorate?

Thursday, November 02, 2006

You know who I miss? Erin VanderWoude. It feels like years since I last saw her! Actually, come to think of it, it was last year or so, but then we only had a minute (literally) to talk, and I haven't heard from her since. Being back at Guido during Study Weekend made me remember all the fun we had - don't you wish we could go back, even just for a day/week?

Does anyone have Erin's e-mail?

Sound familiar?

Darling, for you I think of what I’d do
To keep you safe and sound,
I would climb the highest mountain,
I would swim the widest sea,
I would wrestle a gorilla to the ground.
I would fend off a dozen charging rhinos,
I would capture a storm of killer bees,
I would fight a fiery dragon with a wooden sword
If I didn’t know what this could do to me

’cause it’s too dangerous (too dangerous!)
I’d really like to do it, but I might get hurt.
It’s dangerous (too dangerous!)
I don’t feel like bleeding on my brand new shirt.
You might call me cowardly or say I’ll full of fright,
You might call me yellow,
And baby you’d be right!

So I’d surf across volcanoes full of lava,
I’d even grab a tiger by the tail.
I would make fun of a boxing champion’s mother,
But my courage and my bowels both would fail.
I would fight off a bunch of angry cossacks,
I would stop a thousand bullets with my hand,
I would laugh as my leg was amputated,
But baby, I’m not that kind of man!

’cause it’s too dangerous (too dangerous!)
I use big words but I never do the deed
It’s dangerous (too dangerous!)
I faint like a baby if I see somebody bleed.
I haven’t got a backbone
I’m as timid as a mouse
I would find a cure for this
But I can’t leave the house!
Cause it’s dangerous
Too dangerous
Too dangerous,
For meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

(*then Trevor probably passes out*)

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Request

To the non-members who want to comment (past & future), I ask that you give a bit more identification than "anonymous"; if I don't know who you are, I won't publish the comment.