A Rush Of Blood To The Head

Happy Halloween...barf

I am sitting at the computer at 830 am, the morning after Halloween pub and I think I am still drunk. I freakin hate school...I'm delaying going even though I skipped yesterday to go shopping for the pub. Last night...a little hazy. I remember the band this year though so somehow I think that's an improvement. I remember getting hit in the eye, I certainly remember this sweet onion chicken teriaki that I am tasting, and our cab driver had a bull horn?
I'll be alright...
shan

Hi...I am drunk...Tasha told me I was mean but I don't think I am...someone punched me in the eye and didn't buy me a drink...you know who you are ;)
Shan

WOOOOOOOOO
PUBBIN'
Shan

I'm excited for tommorow...look out for Rainbow Brite...she's a bit revealing...I have butterflies though...
Shan

Hi, my name is Shannon and I go through life sabatoging relationships...

Price Is Right' announcer dies
Tuesday, October 28, 2003 Posted: 9:39 AM EST (1439 GMT)

LOS ANGELES, California (AP) -- Rod Roddy, the flashy-dressed announcer on "The Price Is Right" whose booming, jovial voice invited lucky audience members to "Come on down!" for nearly 20 years, died Monday. He was believed to have been 66.

He'll be the announcer at the gates of heaven now...
Shan

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy - the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.
Shan

I just wanted to post and say I just found out that I got an 88 on my midterm...
eek
everyone has been really great this weekend -- thanks
Shan

Pubby Crawlin leads to me and Josh bringin down the house with our rendition of I've had the time of my life.
Happy now belated birthday ADD...twas a grand evening indeed
Shan

Emode Test Results

What Kind of Kisser Are You?
Shannon, you're a Bashful Kisser

What is your real age
Your RealAge is 23.6.


The Career Makeover
Shannon, you're a President!


What's Your Theme Song?
Shannon, your theme song is Independent Woman!



What's Your Celebrity Look?
Shannon, your celebrity look is the Mysterious Look!


Here's the kicker kids...I am the girl who dreams of walking down the aisle in that white dress and living happily ever after...

Why Are You Still Single?

Shannon, you're single because you don't want to commit
Once the blush of first love wears off with your partners, do you get a little antsy? You probably crave excitement in all realms of your life, and you need a relationship to keep you filled with possibilities. Let us guess: Someone has probably told you that you haven't quite grown up yet, that you're still holding out for the perfect "whatevers" (job, car, home, date) in your life to come a knockin'. Or perhaps you're just having a difficult time accepting that your comfortable little place in this world is always growing, always evolving — and that means you have to be willing to accept big life changes, too. Not that there's anything wrong with that. After all, you're probably a lot of fun to be around and may be the life of the party


yikes...
Shan

Birthday shout outs to my partner in crime, Ms. Carolyn Steele...all of 15 today!

mmm...yummy....
I am eating 5 bean minestrone soup and I added some corn and it's so freakin good. I am really tired from all that schooling today and then I had to work. That's all I really have to say
Shan
"YOU SHUT THAT SMELLY MOUTH OF YOURS"

It's long but it is words of wisdom...


352nd Harvard Commencement
Thursday, June 5, 2003

Class Day speech
June 4, 2003
Will Ferrell
This is not the Worcester, Mass Boat Show, is it? I am sorry. I have made a terrible mistake. Ever since I left "Saturday Night Live," I mostly do public speaking now. And I must have made an error in the little Palm Pilot. Boy. Don't worry. I got it on me. I got the speech on me. Let's see. Ah, yes. Here we go.

You know, when Bill Gates first called me to speak to you today, I was honored. But when he wanted me to be one of the Roxbury guys, I -- Sorry, that's Microsoft. I'm sorry about that. Star Trek Convention. No. NRA. NAACP. Dow Chemical. No. But that is a good one. That is a good speech. The University of Michigan Law. Johns Hopkins Medical School. I'm sorry. Are you sure this is not the boat show? No, I have it. I do have it on me. I do. It's here. Thank you.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Distinguished Faculty, Administrators, Friends and Family and, of course, the graduating Class of 2003, I wish to say hello and thank you for bestowing this honor upon me as your Class Day speaker. After months of secret negotiations, several hundred secret ballots, and a weekend retreat with Vice President Dick Cheney in his secret mountain bunker, a Class Day speaker was chosen, and it was me. You obviously have made a grave error. But it's too late now. So let's just go with it.

Today's speech is going to be a little different, a little unorthodox. Some of you may find it to be shocking. I'm not going to stand up here and try to be funny. Because even though I am a professional comedian of the highest caliber, I've decided to do one thing that a lot of people are probably afraid to do, and that's give it to you straight.

As most of you are probably aware, I didn't graduate from Harvard. In fact, I never even got a call back from Admissions. Damn you, Harvard! Damn you! I told myself I would not get emotional today. But damn it, I'm here, and sometimes it's just good to cry.

I'm not one of you. Okay? I can't relate to who you are and what you've been through. I graduated from the University of Life. All right? I received a degree from the School of Hard Knocks. And our colors were black and blue, baby. I had office hours with the Dean of Bloody Noses. All right? I borrowed my class notes from Professor Knuckle Sandwich and his Teaching Assistant, Ms. Fat Lip Thon Nyun. That's the kind of school I went to for real, okay?

So my gift to you, Class of 2003, is to tell you about the real world through my eyes, through my experiences. And I'm sorry, but I refuse to sugarcoat it. I ain't gonna do it. And I probably shouldn't use the word "ain't" during this day in which we celebrate education. But that's just the way I play it, Homes.

Graduates, if you will indulge me for a moment, let me paint a picture of what it's like out there. The last four or, for some of you, five years you've been living in a fantasyland, running around, talking about Hemingway, or Clancy, or, I don't know, I mean whatever you read here at Harvard. The Novelization of the Matrix, I don't know. I don't know what you do here.

But I do know this. You're about to enter into a world filled with hypocrisy and doublespeak, a world in which your limo to the airport is often a half-hour late. In addition to not even being a limo at all; often times it's a Lincoln Towncar. You're about to enter a world where you ask your new assistant, Jamie, to bring you a tall, non-fat latte. And he comes back with a short soy cappuccino. Guess what, Jamie? You're fired. Not too hard to get right, my friend.

A world where your acting coach, Bob Leslie-Duncan -- yes, the Bob Leslie-Duncan -- tells you time and time again that you will never, ever be considered as a dramatic actor because you don't play things real, and are too over the top. Amazing! Simply amazing!

I'm sorry, graduates. But this is a world where you aren't allowed to use your cell phone in airplanes, during live theater, at the movies, at funerals, or even during your own elective surgery. Apparently, the Berlin Wall went back up because we now live in Russia. I mean just try lighting up a cigar in a movie theater or paying for a dinner for 20 friends with an autograph. It ain't that easy. Strong words, I know. Tough talk. But more like tough love. Because this is where my faith in you guys comes into play, Harvard University's graduating Class of 2003, without a doubt, the finest, most talented group of sexual beings this great land has to offer.

Now I know I blew some of your minds with my depiction of what it's really like out there. But if anyone can handle the ups and downs of this crazy blue marble we call Planet Earth, it's you guys. As I stare out into this vast sea of shining faces, I see the best and brightest. Some of you will be captains of industry and business. Others of you will go on to great careers in medicine, law and public service. Four of you -- and I'm not at liberty to say which four -- will go on to magnificent careers in the porno industry. I'm not trying to be funny. That's just a statistical fact.

One of you, specifically John Lee, will spend most of your time just hanging out in your car eating nachos. You will all come back from time to time to this beautiful campus for reunions, and ask the question, "Does anyone ever know what happened to John Lee?" At that point, he will invariably pop out from the bushes and yell, "Nachos anyone?!" At first, it will scare the crap out of you. But then you'll share a laugh with your classmates and ultimately look forward to John jumping out of the bushes as a yearly event.

I'd like to change gears here, if I could. Talk a little bit about "Saturday Night Live." Now, during my 18-year stint on the show, I had the chance to play or impersonate some very interesting people, none more interesting than our current President, Mr. George W. Bush. Now in some cases, you actually have contact with some of the people you play. As a byproduct of this former situation, the President and myself have become quite good friends. In fact, I might even call him a father figure of sorts, granted a dim-witted father figure who likes to take a lot of naps and start wars, but a father figure nonetheless.

When I told the President that I'd be speaking here today, he wondered if I would express some sentiments to you. And I said I'd do my best. So, if you don't mind, I'd like to read this message from the President of the United States.

Students, Faculty, Families and Distinguished Guests, I just want to take time to congratulate you on your outstanding achievement as graduates of the Class of 2002. The great thing about being the Class of 2002 is that you can always remember what year you graduated because 2002 is a palindrome which, of course, is a word or number that is the same read backwards or forwards. I'll bet you're surprised I know that word, but I do. So you can suck on it.

Make no mistake, Harvard University is one of the finest in the land. And its graduates are that fine as well. You're young men and women whose exuberance exude a confident confidence of a bygone era. I believe it was Shakespeare who said it best when he said, "Look yonder into the darkness for knowledge onto which I say go onto that which thou possess into thy night for thee have come with only a single sword and vanquished thee into darkness."

I'm going to be honest with you, I just made that up. But I don't know how to delete it from the computer. Tomorrow's graduation day speaker is former President of Mexico Ernesto Zedillo. Ernie's a good man, a deeply religious man, and one of the original members of the Latino boy band Menudo. So listen up to Ernie. He was at the beginning of the whole boy band explosion.

As you set off into the world, don't be afraid to question your leaders. But don't ask too many questions at one time or that are too hard because your leaders get tired and/or cranky. All of you sitting here have the brightest of futures ahead. Many of you will go on to stellar careers and various pursuits. And four of you -- and I'm not at liberty to say which four -- will go on to star in the porno industry.

One of the challenges you will be faced with is finding a job in our depressed economy. In fact, the chances of landing a decent job are about as good as finding weapons of mass destruction in the Iraqi desert. Slim and none. And Slim just left the building. In fact, the closest thing I found to looking like a weapon of mass destruction is the turd that Dick Cheney left in the Oval Office toilet about an hour ago. Man, that thing is a WMD if I've ever seen one. On that note, God bless and happy graduation.

You know, I sincerely hope you enjoy this next chapter of your life because it's really going to be great, as long as you pay your taxes. And don't just take a year off because you think Uncle Sam is snoozing at the wheel because he will descend upon you like a hawk from hell. Let's just put it this way. After some past indiscretions with the IRS, my take-home pay last year was $9,000.

I figured I'd leave you today with a song, if you will. So, Jeff, if you could come up here. Jeff Heck, everyone. Please welcome one of your fellow graduates. Jeff is, of course, from Eliot House. You know what you guys? You guys at Eliot House, give yourselves a nice round of applause because you had the head lice scare this year, and it shut you down for most of last semester. But you didn't mind the tents they set up for you, and you were just troopers. You really were.

Anyway, here's a song that I think really captures the essence of the Harvard experience. It goes a little like this.

[SINGING]
I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone,
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity.
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea,
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see.
Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind.

Okay, you know what? I'm just realizing that this is a terrible graduation song. Once again, I'm sorry. This is the first time I've actually listened to the lyrics. Man, it's a downer. It's bleak.

Boy, I want to finish this. Just give me a minute, and let me figure out how to fix this thing. Okay. I think I got it.

[SINGING]
Now don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the Harvard alumni endowment fund.
It adds up, has performed at 22 percent growth over the last six years.
Dust in the wind, you're so much more than dust in the wind.
Dust in the wind, you're shiny little very smart pieces of dust in the wind.

Thank you. Good luck. And have a great day tomorrow

He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much he made a woman out of dirt and married her. But when he kissed her, she disintegrated. Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said, "Dust to dust," some people laughed, and the cowboy shot them. At his hanging, he told the others, "I'll be waiting for you in heaven--with a gun."

Hmm...I was so cozy tonight and then I had to move...stupid peoples.
Shan

"SKIPPER"
Remember when you were in high school and you would be walking down the street, skipping class and some crazy person would yell skipper! Then later on in life, you became the person yelling at little kids. No? I guess it's just me then.

Anyways...I am skipping school today because I have to work at 1pm. woooo. I tried to get up early and do some work but that wasn't possible. I need to write my mid term at some point this week but I keep putting it off. I guess because I picked up another upgrading course, there's no more rush to finish. I am exploring possiblities of UPEI right now. I wrote an email to the head of the English department to "establish a line of communication"...whatta nerd. I'm checking out the whole cost issue right now and I hope I can pull it off. January is no problem because I have decided to only take one course (hopefully English 101--to get it out of the way). I am thinking about the whole honors thing in English...it's a scary thought as that term was never used for me unless it was in the sentence...Shannon missed honors by only 0.5 percent. I know it's not the same system but it's still scary.

I am making chicken and I can never tell if it's ready...I always cook it frozen because I am too lazy to defrost. Maybe that's why I have symptoms of salmonella (sp) poisoning.
Shan

"Dear God, Make me a bird so I can fly, fly far far away from here"

Ahh...ever get in the mood for Forrest Gump and then you wonder who can you borrow it from because you don't own it and then you go look on your movie rack and there it is?

"Shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, sautee it. There's, um, shrimp kebabs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo, pan fried, deep fried, stir fried. There's pineapple shrimp and lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich... That's, that's about it."

check out Forrest Gump quotes here: http://home.earthlink.net/~ajdlro/forrest.html
Shan

OH dear......I am so rockstar that I don't even know how I got home...and where is Janette...and who was that guy I made out with...in the words of CSteele...jeepers
Shan

Jaysus...I got home from work with the intention of maybe a little studying and an early night when my dear friend Luke pops up and demands directions to a friends. I bribe him and say...you should come pick me up and I will show you. I throw on my classy Au Cotton sweatpants and stylish Rural tee and hit the streets. Where do we find our friends? Drunk at UPEI...just about to leave for the Page. I made the super decision of actually GOING to the Page in my cozies. We get a little dancin going on, a little throwin of the ringlos and then the ultimate...crazy guy from the Theory of a Deadman concert asks me to go home with him. that's right ladies and gentlemen...I was hit on in my sweatpants. What the hell is that all about...
Shan

I still love Boston Red Sox...
Remember the time when the red sox almost won the pennant? Jeez...I hate sports, they get me all ansy in my pantsy...
School is good...super busy but of course I always make time for a social life...which now includes staring at Miko Hughes websites and stealing oceanography books.
So yeah...life is better than it was
Shan

McCartney prank called
LONDON, England (Reuters) -- Former Beatle Paul McCartney was fooled by a radio presenter who called him on his mobile phone and pretended to be Canadian Prime Minister Jean Chretien, a British newspaper said on Thursday.

Montreal radio comic Marc Audette, speaking English with a heavy French accent, told McCartney he was being awarded the Order of Canada, the Sun reported.

Audette, of Canadian station CKOI, even invited McCartney, caught just before going on stage, and his wife Heather to dinner at the prime minister's official residence.

It was only when Audette broke cover after littering his conversation with Beatles lyrics that McCartney realized he had been "pranked."

McCartney told Audette "we're going to sue your ass off," but then laughed and said no when Audette asked whether he was being serious.

"You Canadians are funny," McCartney said. "I was beginning to think Canada has one zany PM."

Last year Audette, posing as Canadian singer Celine Dion, persuaded Britney Spears to sing a duet with golfer Tiger Woods called "Let's Make a Hole in One" for a bogus charity event.

School Starts Tommorow..
I got a phone call today and I get to begin upgrading tommorow...which means my dream of UPEI gets closer...who knows...it may not be UPEI...I don't care...this is very exciting and I can't wait. Let this be the beginning of something good.
Shan

I had a tiff with a friend tonight...always puts things in perspective. Everyone should also make their own emoticons...it's rowdy
Shan