Coming Home

I'm back! Well, not quite yet. But today. Awesome. Ugh. Can't wait. I need to finish my last essay before I leave, so I'd better get on that.

Crazy Person

If my roommates could hear and see what happens in my room, I'm fairly sure they'd think I'm insane. I've gotten alot better at handling being alone, but I've developed some pretty odd survival mechanisms to do so. For instance, if I'm reading a book, I will comment loudly to myself about the content. And when I watch TV, I'm prone to fits of giggling, after which I explain to the empty room why I found it so amusing/adorable/awkward.

This morning, I had a very interesting phone call. I answered it, but no one spoke. I thought I heard my mother say my aunt's name in the background, but mostly it was muffled phone-being-handled noises. And then, while I was plaintively calling "Hello...?", I heard drums and singing. Like bongos and such - very Mr. Byronesque. It was the weirdest thing. I though maybe someone was trying to send me a coded message. If they were, I hope it wasn't an emergency because I couldn't decipher it, and I went back to bed.

Hot Chocolate and Remorse

The campus Christian group was giving out free hot chocolate in front of the library today. I didn't have any. When I reflected on this, I realized it was because I wasn't Christian, and I didn't want their Christian beverage. This seemed to be really stuck-up to me, especially because I partake in their Christian holidays, so I reflected more.

I'll never be Christian. That being said, no Christian has ever been mean to me specifically. In fact, I have many Christian friends! GOOD FRIENDS! Friends who I respect in every way, including their religion.

So I felt really really bad, especially in light of the date. Intolerance has no place in my world.

(In case you didn't know, today is the National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence Against Women. This date is the anniversary of the l'École Polytechnique de Montréal massacre, where 14 women died simply because they were women.)

If only I were taller, I'd see past the clutter and plan an escape

Ok, so last week I handed in an english paper on time. I'm fairly certain I did a crappy job in order to do so, and evidently it's been dogging my unconscious, as I had a dream we got our papers back, mine kicked ASS, and everyone else failed. (I'm a nice person.)

Today, I got a different paper back.
IT KICKED ASS.

So my dreaming mind was right about that, just not the subject of the paper.

TTFN,

Forever yours,

W.

GREAT GOOGLY-MOOGLY

Guess what? I did it again. I handed in an assignment ON TIME. An assignment I worked hard on! (Not super hard. I only vouch for the puctuality, not the quality.) God it feels good. So very good. If only it didn't take so much effort to get that feeling. Oh well.
It was an essay for anthropology, if you were wondering. And this probably makes it the first time I've handed an essay in on time in 4 years or so. And tomorrow, I don't have to worry about it! I don't have to put it off anymore! I won't lose marks for tardiness! It won't interfere with getting my next essay done! (The next one is due in a week - poo - but I've already got all the research I'll need, so that's happy.)

Anywho, I should go to bed. I think I am going to put up my Christmas lights tomorrow.

Night!

Really? Really?

Are horoscopes a big deal? See, I didn't think so, but apparently, they may be. An exercise to illustrate my confusion: click on my blogger profile, and then select "Novocaine" under the movies I like. This will bring you to a result page for you to find people who also like the movie "Novocaine". It will tell you their gender, age, and horoscope. It must be somehow relevant - choosing a blog to read based on guidelines of cosmic harmony - because I refuse to believe that blogger is some sort of secret dating site.

Fishing? Moi?

Okay, so I am going along with the assumption that people actually read and/or care about what I say on this blog, even though NO ONE COMMENTS, so I am writing again. I am also writing again, because this is my 76th post, and in order to get to the more noteworthy 100, I've got to keep posting.

So I won't be back in Calgary (which I originally spelled as Clagry) till the 14th or 15th of December. I couldn't come home this holiday weekend, because I have absolute scads of stuff to do (most of which I haven't started on. For SHAME.) Oh, and I don't have a reading week, or anything like that. You lot'll just have to muddle along withouh me for just over a month yet. I know I am vital to your lives and all, and I am sorry your worship of me has to be long-distance.

I wish I could give you a video (or another installment of UC, while I'm wishing) but I really have loads to do, and I am determined to actually do it.

Farewell me lovelies,
until we meet again.

Hybrid Motorcycle

I have stolen these questions now.

1) What have you been up to?
Schoolage, generally. That, sleeping, and lately bad television.

2) How goes home-age, and school-age, and other assorted '-ages'?
Home-age is pretty good, even though I won't actually be in my homehome until Christmas. I had a phone call from me mere the other day, which was nice. Apparently, my brother P is being a spamchild - he damaged the car, and got a speeding ticket. He's had his license for under 3 months. And he doesn't think it's his fault, or maybe it is just that he seems entirely unapologetic about the whole thing.
Brother L is supposed to have gotten his cast off today. In the words of my mother: "Now he can do dishes. HA."
Mother is somewhat overwhelmed at work, it being audit time, and has no time to herself. She's a little depressed by this, and it makes me sad, because up until quite recently, she was All Powerful Mother, and now she seems more human, and I don't know how to help. Pout.
Father is well - he recently had an exam at work, to see whether or not he can be a professional geologist. He thinks he did well, even if the questions were extremely vague and nebulous.
During this conversation with my mother, she was pestering me about my socialising, and wanted to know if I ever went out. I don't, because everyone I know spends all of their time with their boyfriend or child. The conversation continued thusly:
MOM: Well, why don't you get a boyfriend?
ME: Haha. Yes, that's on the list for sure.
MOM: Why not?
ME: (ohgodohgodohgodohgod) Um, I don't need one?
MOM: Haha, I suppose!
ME: (gasps for air)
Yes, I think my mother and I will eventually need to talk. Eventually. (Is ENORMOUS coward.)
Schoolage goes well. I have a few essays to get done, but they are fairly short, and if I start them soon enough, they should not be a problem at all.

3) What colour socks are you wearing right now?
Black. LIKE MY SOUL.

4) Do you have any grand expedition plans in the works?
Not particularly. I DO have a grand plot in the debating-in-my-mind stage - I may take next year off, work 8 months, and then travel places for 4 months. Anyone want to come?

5) What did you have for breakfast this morning?
Instant breakfast powder slorg that you mix with milk. It wasn't bad. It didn't have the raw egg texture that beverages of that ilk often have (I is a meal-in-a-can connoisseur).

6) Am I learning any new instruments this year?
Not really. Though I do want a banjo.

7) Is Mary still my flute teacher?
The flute makes pure tones, which are not found in nature. Other things that can make pure tones are tuning forks and computer synthesied thingies.

8) Am I wearing underwear?
Yes. It (they?) is (are?) grey.

9) Am I doing much besides school?
No. Naps. Mostly school.

10) Please spiel about the foods you have been building:
I make creative dishes out of rudimentary ingredients. For example: frozen peas and carrots + tuna = I don't really know, but it tastes okay.
Pasta + tomato pasta sauce + giant heaps of eat-it-before-it-molds cheese = curdled heap of disgusting, but I ate it because I was hungry and I had nothing else.


That is my life! ENJOY IT!

Day-O (The Banana Boat Song)

I just watched Beetlejuice on the telly. God how I love that movie. It seriously gets better every time.

Okay, so on Friday I had this project due, where I had to find and evaluate 5 secondary sources relevant to a topic for English. Naturally, being me, I put it off until Thursday. But unlike my usual M.O., this time I actually worked. I worked my ass off. I was in the Library for 7 hours on Thursday, basically until it closed. And since my class was at noon the next day, I figured I had enough time to finish in the morning. I had found all my sources, I just need to finish evaluating a couple. So I set my alarm for 8, but got up at 9 (still being me at this point.) I started to work, but lo and behold, I cannot access my online sources from home! Off I went to school, plunked myself down in the library, and plugged away. I realized at some point that "I am going to need to print this off somehow", so I set up an online print account. (Incidentally, yesterday was the first time I have ever bought anything online.) I had to work through class, and I needed to print it off three times until I got it right. I ran off just as class ends, and thankfully, the professor is still there. I spouted off some story about how I forgot it at home (yes, I am a terrible person) and gave the project to her. She took it! It is not late! YAY! I apologised for the lack of any staples or paperclips or anything. She smiled, and relates the observation she made in class - class I missed - that papers without staples look very incriminating - the person was in a huge rush and printed it off at the last second. My response to this was a very weak laugh.

Long story short - I worked hard at something and accomplished it! It feels GOOD to apply myself! Why didn't anybody tell me? The me last year would have said "Screw it, the thing is late anyway," and then never finish it.

This weekend I have a lot of reading to do, but not much else. I have some tests in a couple weeks, and some essays the week after, but nothing next week. I shall take to opportunity to read ahead, and finish the books the essays are on.

Isn't it madness how close we are to the end of school? I have 49 more days left. This term has flown by.

A quickie.

Does anyone remember when we used to go charging about the fields, a kneel at peoples feet and pray at them? And when we asked random couples if they had PDA licenses or something? I knew we were special, but I am only now remembering HOW special.


PS, watch this. Literally tears of laughter, my friends.

Real post soon, I swearz.

But first, riddle me this: How high/drunk ARE these chicks?

Brief

Okay, I really need to be working, but I think the world should know about this.

I just had my first real senior moment. It was fun.

I could not, for the LIFE of me, remember if I was 18 or 19 years old. I am fairly positive I am 19 now, but still not 100%. I suppose I could do the math...

Anyway. Enjoy that.

Marjory Stewart-Baxter, you taste of sunshine dust.

Hello all, how are you?

I discovered an onteresting fact this morning - when I fail to go to bed at a reasonable hour, even if I don't feel tired at all, my eyes get rather bloodshot. My left on in particular looks like someone almost strangled me to death, but without the broken blood vessels elsewhere. Interestingly, I know what I would look like if I was strangled to death. My brother used to be rather fond of putting me in sleeperholds. Turns out I get little busted cappilaries on my eyelids and under my brows. It basically looks like I've grown some freckles.
How late did I stay up? About 5 am. I think I got 2 hours of sleep. And I don't feel tired at all. A bit wired, actually. And I am not all depresso-wulf, which is normally what happens when I don't sleep enough. Either my 24 hr fast really worked, or I am a bit manic. Not dreadfully so, so I'm not worried. And I do plan on going to bed during the evening tonight.

What I have been up to lately is going to class, studying minimally (although I also plan to do more of that, tonight and defninetly tomorrow) and watching Salad Fingers. Oh. My. God. It is so incredibly disturbing, and I cannot make myself look away. *shivers*

This is not Salad Fingers. It is much less creepy, and rather entertaining. I love this guy.

Doldrums

As I was sitting at my desk, doing my studying, a sudden urge to blog came over me. I don't know why. (To get away from homework, probably. My subconscious loves me.)

Now that I'm here, I really don't have much to talk about. No big revelations or anything like that. I guess I shall fill you in on my day-to-day goings, compelling as they are.

So I've been rather sick lately, all cold-ish and such. But I am much better today. Of course, my recovery was probably hampered by the fact that sugar has composed 80% of my diet since Sunday. Shopping day. Yes, I bought sugar. Silly silly Wulf.

My classes have been going pretty well. I base that conclusion on the fact that I enjoy going to them and that I've been doing the proper readings, as I haven't really had anything that would actually reflect progress, like a test. Those are all coming after thanksgiving.

I have seen replacement friend Jo 2 times this year, which is a shame. But we do communicate some over facebook. I loathe facebook, as a side note. It really annoys me. It was fine when it was just a way to contact people, but all these new "apps" sicken me. Okay, I admit I like the fish tank one. But all the other ones? Zombies? Hot or Not? Despicable, I tell you.

I do have slightly more friends than I did last year. There is C-Note from anthro (thus named because her name starts with C, and she asked me for notes. And it's punny.) and M (nothing to do with James Bond, except for the nickname) from anthro also, who once said to me "wouldn't it be funny if that pregnant woman gave birth in class?" I believe my reaction was something like "Yeah...hilarious..." She's cool, and 4th year. In my psych class, there is a woman (who needs a witty nickname) who I hang with before class. She is older than me, and a little prone on giving sage advice, but she's cool. She has a daughter who, if she looks anything like her photo, is the cutest toddler in existence. There was another woman in psych who we used to talk to, but she seems to be avoiding us these days. And we have no idea why.

If you managed to slorg through all that lackluster drudgery, I have yet another thrilling adventure for you. You know those magical things I promised would be here in my last blog post? They're not here! Surprise!



Sometimes I just get struck by the seeming futility of it all, you know? Here I am, working away at something, and no idea why I bother. I do have a general idea of where I want my life to go, but I need to make specific goals and work harder to achieve that, and it sometimes I wonder if the whole damn thing is worth it. I have no idea if I'll actually succeed, and so I can't really make myself care about trying.



Anywho, rambling blog almost over. I've said in the past that I blog for other people and never myself, but I think that last bit was a little for me. A little - now my issues are out there on the great wide web, so hopefully some good will come of it. What I mean by that is I'm waiting for someone tell me how to make it all better.

Hoerg. Too much licorice.

Have you ever felt like removing your eyes, giving them a thorough cleansing in something minty, and popping them back in? That is what my eyes feel like.
My days this week have been rather uneventful. I don't really have all that much to do except do my readings and type up my notes, and that takes at most 2 hours, leaving me rather bored. I am SO excited for thanksgiving to come. It shall be splendid. And I think I'll take a lot of food back here with me.

As promised, here is UC. I am introducing a new character. And if anybody is having trouble remembering what happened last season, just ask me and I can send ye a word file with all the episodes in order. Oh, and I shall cast the new character in my next post, along with, hopefully, a blueprint of the sorority, so we (and mostly me) can keep things organised.

UNIVERSITY COMMON
While the rest of her world was halfway through its day, Lexi Shofeline was only beginning hers. Her room was the first on the left at the top of the stairs in the sorority house she shared with 3 other girls. The woman who conducted her residency interview seemed to live there too, as she was always somewhere on the premises, generally hurling barely veiled criticisms at the servants. Lexi was somewhat confused by her, and by the servants. She had never heard of a sorority being organised in such a way.

The reason Lexi was only just getting up was her alarm clock; it had gone off. She preferred evening classes because she worked the graveyard shift at a club near the university, and needed the days to sleep.

Lexi was of average height, slim but not skeletal, and had the teeth only years of orthodontry could bring. Her skin was pale, almost anemically so, contrasted by the darkness of her hair. She had her ears pierced, and her nose, and when she did the residence interview Ms. Shammersthin, the woman who abused the staff, told her that it shouldn't be a problem as such piercings were "in". Lexi didn't recall asking if it would be a problem, but felt reassured in an indistinct way nevertheless.
She swiped at her alarm clock.

"Shutup, you - you thing. Yes, the bleeping. Stoppit."

She lifted her head to better aim her swinging hand, and used her other one to extract the strand of hair from her mouth.

"Gross. Better shower. Time? Got 'nuff. Quick shower."




AND that is it for today. It is currently rather late, so I hope that makes sense and is entertaining enough for your distinguished palates, me lovelies.

Autumnesense

Today was pretty much the perfect fall day. There was a cool breeze, but the sun was shining warmly, and there were almost no clouds. There were also great big drifts of leaves on the sidewalk that were all crunchy, and the ones underneath had that wonderful loamy smell. And because the wind was coming from a good direction, there was no feedlot smell. I don't particularly mind feedlot smell, but it does interfere when one is trying to do the traditional stop-outside-and-big-enjoy-the-day-inhale.
In other news, my face wash slime has menthol in it. So it makes one's face feel like the taste of mint. Sorta tingly.
There will be a UC tomorrow, and I will introduce a new character to fill the gap until Masters gets out of class.

The Daily 'Dote
My face is stiff. It is an altogether new sensation - my jaw has been stiff before, but never my whole face. We were doing facial exercises in Voice and Speech: Communication today, which required us to exaggerate the shape of our mouths when speaking to a ridiculous extent.

Boring post. the better posts are the ones you haven't commented on. Yes, you.

~Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following.
~They MUST be real places, names, things…NOTHING made up!
~If you can’t think of anything, skip it.
~Try to use different answers if the person before you had the same 1st initial.
~You CAN’T use your name for the boy/girl name question.
Your Name: Alison
1. Famous Singer/Band: ABBA
2. 4 letter word: Able
3. Street Name: Anne Ave.
4. Color: Azure
5. Gifts/Presents: abattoir (i thought of this before i thought of art. i rule.)
6. Vehicle: Audi
7. Things in a Souvenir Shop: art (cheap art)
8. Boy Name: Alex
9. Girl Name: Andrea
10. Movie Title: Animal Farm
11. Drink: Ale
12. Occupation: architect
13. Celebrity: Ali Larter
14. Magazine: Allure (we'll pretend that's a magazine)
15. U.S. City: Albuquerque
16. Pro Sports Teams: Avalanche
18. Reason for Being Late for Work: Abscess
19. Something You Throw Away: apple core
20. Things You Shout: Augh!
21. Cartoon Character: Apu (of Simpson's fame.)
22. Canadian Town: Anthracite (I'm not kidding.)

And that's that, kiddies. I think from now on UC will come tri-weekly (yes, tri!) on MWF. k? k.

Hey man, that's not kosher!

So the other day my landlord installed a fridge for the people downstairs to use (myself and 2 boys are downstairs). I thought to myself "this seems a little useless. I mean, the kitchen is upstairs, as are my non-perishables. I don't want to lug all my food up whenever I want to cook something!" But you know what? Now I think it's a good idea.

I have these tomatoes-on-a-vine, you see. They are my favourite kind of tomato, and they also happen to be the least expensive, making me love them even more. That is not to say they are cheap. They are not. So imagine my surprise when I go upstairs to grab me some food, and there's my roommate (we'll call him Compu-J) making dinner, which apparently includes one of MY tomatoes! I didn't say anything as he cut the poor thing up right in front of me (although I should have - his idea of a good meal is a bacon and mayo sandwich - he can't properly appreciate a tomato-on-a-vine) because he just so happens to be the grandson of the landlord. Needless to say, I am very seriously contemplating moving my perishables to the downstairs fridge. I buy them because I want to eat them, bucko.

In other news, I am contemplating auditioning for a play. If I get the part (which I doubt, but IF) it wouldn't actually be a big deal, as the play opens early November, before the bulk of my midterms and essays come along. The auditions tomorrow, and I don't have to prepare anything. I may go check it out. Although the title and blurb does sound fishy: Man and Beast - This original creation tells the stories of several characters exploring their fantasies and discovering new aspects of their sexual lives.

I dunno about you, but I'd rather the first aspects of my sexual life not take place on a stage. I still think I'm going to check it out; it sounds better than the other audition this week - "A family oriented creation that fuses music, dance, theatre to share the powerful, moving stories of newcomers to Lethbridge about their journeys to Canada and their experiences once they got here. Together, we are creating a show to evoke, to provoke, and to joke about the political, environmental and personal changes that drive people across borders, reshaping their lives and our world."

Yes, that's what it says.

I know.



UNIVERSITY COMMON
speed recap:
Kassandra - our heroine
Aureoll - Kassandra's mother, a wealthy overbearing widow who owns the sorority where Kassandra, Trisha, and two yet-to-be introduced (or invented) girls live.
Trisha - the token African-American character, Kassandra's new friend, likes killing zombies.
Masters - Kassandra's childhood friend and stone cold FOX. Just back from somewhere exotic and desirable, sensitive but manly art student
Irene - As far as we can tell, the Devil in sexy heels, fashionable power suits and an eye patch. There's a bad history between her and Kassandra. Why? We Don't Know.


And here's the next exciting installment:

As Masters tried to unglue his eyes from the sashaying derriere of the mysterious eye-patched woman (at least she's a mystery to him; most things are) Kassandra and Trisha were sitting on a bench on the other side of campus, discussing their recent class together.

"Hey Trisha, don't you think the professor looks like a young Sean Connery?"

Trisha looked skeptical. "No, I think he looks the the lovechild of Rob Schneider and Carrot Top. Do you even have eyes, girl?"

Rolling her eyes, Kassandra huffed at her friend. "Of course I do. You just have no taste."

"Hey, if taste means lusting after gangly white men with teeth like a horse, I'm glad I don't have any."

Kassandra could not believe what she was hearing. "What? That prof is like a Greek god! I didn't hear a word he said, I was staring so much. If you don't find him gorgeous, you have to at least admit that Masters Jasonfield is a stone cold fox."

"'Stone cold fox?' Who says that? And who is this Master of fields guy?" Trisha laughed.

"Masters Jasonfield? Only like the most eligible bachelor of North-North-West Springtuckett U! I've known him since forever. You have to meet him." And with that, she pulled a grinning Trisha off the bench.



And that's it for now. I know it's shallow, but it's a soap. But I promise I won't turn Kassandra into a total idjit.

TITLE

SO, as of friday, I am no longer an english major. I am now doing general studies in the social sciences, with a focus on three social science streams: sociology, anthropology and psycology. I am feeling very good about the change, even though I still have no idea what I would do with a degree like this.
My classes are going very well. I only have one class on MWF, an it's at noon. I only wish it was a little more interesting. My Tues-Thurs classes are much more interesting, but they are a heavier courseload. I guess I should be happy that it's worked out so well, and stop complaining.
It's still taking a bit of time to adjust to this whole living elsewhere situation. I mean, it's my house (or it darn well better be, considering how much I'm paying for it) so I should feel comfortable going to the living room, or stayin in the kitchen for more than 10 minutes, right? Maybe my hesitancy to go out and about is because two of the people who live here are the grandchildren of the owners, who live right next door. I really don't want to offend them, even though they seem like really nice people. I'm sure I'll eventually adjust.
I think that's about it for now. I promise, very soon there will be UC and holiday pictures (even though I'm paranoid about people stealing my awesome photographs.) Hopefully that will make people read this more. I'm not the diary keeping type - blogging isn't for me, it's for you.

The Daily 'Dote
I joined clubs today! The first real clubs I've ever been in. Now I'm cool.

I have been changed for the better.

Yesterday, I was pissed at my brothers. (Mostly because of PMS, but I digress.) I had this fantastic idea of writing a travel diary on my holiday, and I got one entry in until they were all "Ooh, Alison is writing a diary!" and then I stopped. I swear, I am too much of a wimp when it comes to them. I despise girly things because they always teased me about it, but they tease me when I go the opposite direction too (that's right, butchliness.) I am finally (After 18 years) starting to not care what they think. And that is why I've always wanted a sister, and that is why my friendlies have been such a giant impact on my life - they don't tease me about anything - anything that counts in the long run, anyway. Cheers, homies. Luv ya.

Speaking of my vacation, I finally found my camera cord. So you know what's next on the blog? That's right, several pictures a day of my adventures! And I'll try to remember what the pictures are of, even.

The Daily 'Dote - The wonder! The thrills! The alliteration! It's BACK!

My toothpaste tastes like candy canes.



And one last thing, dear reader: Do you like "Wicked: The Musical"? Do you like drag queens? then come on down!

Hello All

Now that my job is over and I'm mostly moved into the new place (and school has yet to start) I have time to blog! Hyay!
The onset of this semester is much more daunting then it was in the past. I'm not sure why - mabe because I've finally realised that I have no support system in this city? I am feeling rather apprehensive - will I make new friends? Will I venture out into the world? Or will I fall back into the same depressing spiral that almost ruined my life? I sound a little dramatic, don't I? Well, that's how it felt last year. I thought I had not way out, that my life was going nowhere - a dead end, leaving me working a minimum wage job the rest of my life with the same boring people. (Those people aren't you, dear readers.)

This introspective mood is kind of depressing me, and I really don't like being depressed. I think I'll go upstairs and get some dinner or something.

(BTW, half of this rant can probably be attributed to PMS. Damn hormones.)

Hey Guys.

Okay, so I've been rather busy lately, what with my job. I am now employed at home depot. Where I am basically the-girl-that-waters-the-plants for nine hours a day. So yes, busy. But I will refresh myself on UC and continue it shortly, and I shall try to blog more than once or twice a month.

HeyHEY

Okay, so I am doing a cop-out post, even though it will probably take longer than an actual post. But it required no creativity! I may eventually also do th'other one.

A-
Available: between the hours of 1100 and 0000
Age: almost 19.
Annoyance: people leaving the lights on in rooms they aren't.
Actor: thanks, I'd love to!
B-
Beer: is made of hops.
Birthday/Birthplace: July 8, Calgary
Best Friends: My peeps.
Body Part on opposite sex: are...biologically nessecaryish?
Best feeling in the world: friendly people talking to me
Big words: annoying in the wrong context/not needed
Best weather: sunny but breezy.
Been in Love: not with someone I've met, no.
Been bitched out?: It's a hobby of my mother's.
Been on stage?: yes.
Believe in yourself?: Yes
Believe in life on other planets: sure
Believe in miracles: I believe in the strength of human spirit and the unpredictability of existence.
Believe in Magic: Haven't thought about it.
Believe in God: no
Believe in Satan: no
Believe in Santa: no
Believe in Ghosts/spirits: see above, re: Magic
Believe in Evolution: yes
C-
Car: not something i have.
Candy: jelly belly.
Colour: grey. (although technically it's a shade...)
Cried in school: maybe during that horrible email thing, though very little.
Class: drama or anthro
Chocolate/Vanilla: chocolate
Chinese/Mexican: chinese
Cake or pie: cake. definitely.
Country to visit: ask me later.
D-
Day or Night: both
Dream vehicle: a dolorian or goldwing or Lamborghini
Danced: only in private
Dance in the rain?: not for a while
Do the splits?: Only accidentally.
E-
Eggs: I wish I layed them. That would be hugely entertaining for me.
Eyes: dark brown
Everyone has: a stomach
Ever failed a class?...
F-
First crush: if there was one, i can't remember
First kiss: not yit.
Full name: Wreford Alison
First thoughts waking up: "Ugh, going back to sleep."
Food: is nummy
G-
Greatest Fear: my mother and zombies.
Giver or taker: I like to give AND get.
Goals: To be super famous.
Gum: a little bit redneck
Get along with your parents?: my father more so.
Good luck charm: no
Groups: mah peeps.
In girls/guys:
Eye colour: no preference
Hair Colour: see above
Short/Long: I dislike mullets
Height: no preference
Clothing Style: not necessarily uber fashionable, but flattering.
H-
Hair Colour: brown
Height: 5'8"
Happy: when things are going my way.
Holiday: Christmas. Because there are lots of people for mother to focus her attention on and not just me.
How do you want to die: after I've done all I want to.
Health freak?: HAHA.
Hate: ruins everything
I-
Ice cream: is awesome.
Instrument: trumpet, french horn
J-
Jewellery: nope. occasionally a necklace or bracelet. very seldom.
Job: Sunnyside (cross your fingers)
K-
Kids: not mine.
Kickboxing or karate: i admire them
Keep a journal?: this blog gets to count.
L-
Longest Car Ride: the trip we took across canada. it lasted weeks.
Love: me want.
Letter: Um...
Laughed so hard you cried: once or twice. not recently.
Love at first sight: I wish.
LAST PERSON WHO...
1. Slept in a bed beside you? Probably kes at fairmont.
2. Saw you cry? maybe my dad a while ago.
3. Went to the movies with you? herm. kes?
4. You went to the mall with? Rita and Kes and Liam and Korey and the silent accessory thereof.
5. You went to dinner with? dad
6. You talked to on the phone? some fellow at sunnyside.
7. Made you laugh? the hairdresser this afternoon.
M-
Milk flavour: skim and chocolate and strawberry soy.
Movie: don't make me choose.
Mooned anyone?: no
Marriage?: Only if it's legal for everyone. and if i want to eventually....
Motion sickness? not so much.
N-
Number of Siblings: 2.
Number of Piercings: 0
Number: 7. like eve. it's the only number between 1 and ten that has 2 syllables!
O-
Overused Phrases: "and he/she goes"
One wish: to fly. and harsher punishments for parole violators. oh, and world peace.
One phobia: nope.
P-
Place you'd like to live: Canada or wales.
Perfect Pizza: loads of cheese, olives, pineapple, feta, pesto
Pepsi/Coke: I'm not overly fond of either.
Q-
Quail: I...prefer partridge?
R-
Reason to cry: frustration
Reality T.V.: HATRED.
Radio Station: CBC.
Roll your tongue in a circle? indeedly.
S-
Song: dunno
Shoe size: 11
Salad Dressing: vinaigrette type.
Sushi: without raw fish.
Scent: rain, pet store, plant store
Slept outside: yes
Seen a dead body?: no
Smoked?: never
Skinny dipped?: yes
Shower Daily?: nope. grin.
Sing well? not as such
In the shower: rarely
Strawberries/Blueberries: strawberries
Scientists need to invent: a cure for aids and testosterone. and bad religion.
T-
Time for bed: i try for before 3 am.
Thunderstorms: I LOVE them!
TV: few.
Touch your tongue to your nose?: never
U-
Unpredictable: me. i keep disappointing myself.
Unpredictability: is disappointing
V-
Vegetable you hate: mango can count. also aubergine.
Vegetable you love: Jacama, asparagus, artichoke
Vacation spot: vancouver island
W-
Weakness: sleep
When you grow up: I will be legendary.
Which one of your friends acts the most like you: no one is like me. thank god.
Who makes you laugh the most: not my roommate.
Worst feeling: loneliness, guilt, stress
Wanted to be a model?: never ever.
Where do we go when we die: I'll find out when it happens.
Worst weather: Too hot inside my house weather.
X-
X-Rays: nifty and malevolent
Y-
Year it is now: 2007
Yellow: is a colour i need more of.
Z-
Zoo animal: bears and monkeys and apes.
Zodiac sign: cancer.

I know it's tuesday, and I'm imagining that some of you were looking forwards to the next UC, but I have a test tomorrow I really need to prepare for, so it'll be a special wednesday edition.

Lack of motivation's got me down, uhuh.

OOh, yah, that disinterest has got me low....

Don't got much to say. except:

Ho hum.

I am still not at me best. However, I have found something that helps: The Village People. Seriously, how can you not be charmed?

I have been cruising youtube for excellent music videos. I think that from now until the end of university, instead of having a Daily 'Dote, it'll be a music video loaded with nostalgia and goodness.
And now to read a book.
I'm sorry I'm not saying more interesting things, but blogging pisses me off when I am in a mood like this and it makes me want to die.
Oh, one last thing, though: a link for Hermit (and anybody else) for Meet the Robinsons, which was actually surprisingly good. ENJOY

I missed a day.

Oops.

I've been reading the archives of my post, and I think I may be slighty manic-depressive. They seem to go in cycles of I-am-so-happy, normal, and God-my-life-sucks-I-have-no-friends.
Plus, several online tests (oh yes, very knowledgable sources) have said that I may have moderate bipolar disorder. I think I want something to be off in my head because then I have something to blame my troubles on.


Sigh.

Can you guess what I am feeling now? That's right, depressed. And it's extremely sunny and warm, so I can't blame the weather. And I'm going home in less than a week, so it can't be the futility of school.
I've been really tired.
I'll be back to normal tomorrow or the next day, I promise.





This is a fun thing: the tower of Babel, in honour of Marduk, in ancient Babylon.

UNIVERSITY COMMON

Masters glanced at his Rolex as he stepped into the elevator. Was it really already that late? His psychology prof was going to kill him.
Masters was a first year art major, and his science electives were not the most important thing to him. He was a sensitive, mysterious man with a European past - guys like him didn't do science.
As the doors were sliding shut, he heard a feminine voice call for him to hold the door. She sounded sexy, so he complied -- he was running late anyway.
As she slipped into the elevator car, he discovered his initial assumption was correct. She was brunette, rather tall, and was wearing a fabulous suit. Everything about her seemed planned for perfection. She smiled at him as she adjusted her collar, putting her briefcase on the floor.

"Twelfth floor, darling, if you wouldn't mind."

Masters immediately pushed the proper button, but only after the car began moving did he remember to press his own number.

"So, um, are you new here?" There was something about this woman that made him selfconscious and clumsy, feelings extremely foreign to him.

"Indeed I am. And I must say, this move was a good decision if you are any indicator of the quality of men here. You look delectable."

While extremely flattering, the compliment was kind of unnerving given the predatory gleam in her eye.
"Oh, uh, thanks. You look pretty nibble...able...HOT yourself."

She seemed to take a certain pleasure in his discomfort. As the elevator signalled their arrival at her floor, she swept her eyes over him. He felt sweat gather under his collar. The doors closed behind her and Masters gulped in a rather large serving of air. As intimidating as she was, he felt drawn to her. She was hot alright, but he couldn't help wondering -- what had happened to her eye, that she needed a patch to cover it?



Alright, so that is it. Shorter than usual, but there is a bonus -- I have casted the characters that have been introduced! Rejoice! It took forever, and there may still be some recasting. Way more respect for directors. It says something about how in-tune I am with my age group in that alot of the characters came from me resorting to stealing them from high-school type shows I've heard of.

Kassandra
Irene (picture the eyepatch)
Masters
Aureoll
Trisha

maaaaoooorrg

I feel like a cup of coffee left to mold on a radiator for two weeks. With dead bugs floating in it. Incidentally, true "bugs" are members of the order Hemiptera, and using the word as an umbrella term is incorrect.
I think I did fairly well on my english test. I am getting the post-test OMGs, but I felt confident while doing it, so I think it'll be okay.
UNIVERSITY COMMON will be along later, as I need a nap like my dog needs people. Alot.
MUCH LATER:
I am an idiot. Proof: I am still up, and it is 5 in the morning.
But I had a genious thought - over the summer, we shall form an invincible, monty python-esque group, make delicious skits, and put them on youtube. The skits should be similar to our wedding, perhaps even drawing upon the characters thereof.

Things are Changing

I have decided to get rid of the songs at the bottom of my blog. I think I was the only one that listened to them anyway, and they made everything lag annoyingly.

I have a test tomorrow, and I am not studying for it. I think the plan is to get up early, but I would still like to get some done tonight. Okay, after this I will study until midnight. And then go to bed, and it will be fantastic.

Recently, I've been watching a little bit of South of Nowhere. It's ridiculous. The acting and stories are all good and everything, it's just so frustrating. My standards are way too high and yet super low at the same time.

I think tomorrow's UC will be written from Masters' point of view. It will be exciting. Oh, and I almost forgot: I will be linking pictures and stuff to the characters - casting it, as you will - so people can share in the madness in my head.

9:48 PM: The Daily 'Dote
Cheesestrings taste like mystery delicious.


Mostly for Kes and me, but maybe we can make some converts:

Woohoo....

11:22 PM: The Daily 'Dote

Lemme tell yah, coffee + overtired + stress + For Good = A very pathetic Wulf.

Okay, introducing 1 more character. After this, I promise there will be actual advancement of the story.

UNIVERSITY COMMON

Feeling rather shaken after her encounter with Irene, Kassandra decided to go hide in the second floor den until dinner. Her plans of sulking alone were ruined, however, as she entered the room and saw it was already occupied. It was Trisha, the token African American character. Trisha was currently absorbed in killing some zombies on the state-of-the-art game system, but as Kassandra turned to leave, she called out and patted the floor next to her.

"Hey girl, have a seat. Ridding the word of the zombie menace can be quite cathartic."

Kassandra whirled around, surprised, and took a couple steps into the room.

"How...I'm not upset..."

"Sure you aren't. I can sense the mopey vibes from here, Miss Rich. Sit your ass down and grab a chainsaw, alright?"

Somewhat chastened, Kassandra stepped forward and sat down a respectable distance from Trisha and half-heartedly poked at a controller. Seeing this, Trisha hit pause and turned herself to sit directly in front of Kassandra.

"What's the deal, girl?"

Kassandra was not used to opening up to almost complete strangers -- it was unbecoming of a lady to confide in anyone other than her mother or hairdresser -- but she needed to talk to someone, and neither her mother nor Paolo was available.

"It's this girl who's moving in. Irene. She's my step-cousin, and she's absolutely dreadful. She had this whole inheritance scam a couple years ago, where she tried to get my grandfather to make her the sole beneficiary of his will."

"She sounds pretty greedy."

"You don't know the half of it. But all the rest of the family seems to have forgiven her for everything. But the rest of the family didn't..."

"Didn't what?"

"I...can't say. It's -- I got too involved. She didn't like it." She felt her eyes well with tears, and forced herself to hold them back. She had already cried too much over Irene.

"Did she do something?"

"I'm not going to talk about it. It's just going to be hard, you know? Having her around."

"Well you can come and talk to me anytime, girl."

"Why are you being so nice?" Kassandra was a little bit confused.

"Because you own where I live. I don't want to get evicted. And you seem kind of smart, for a rich blonde girl."

"Hey! I was on the honour roll."

"Teacher's pet, huh? I'm just teasin' you. You're cool, okay? Now c'mon, let's blast some zombies!"

And Kassandra did her best, mashing buttons in an attempt not to get killed. She felt better than she had all day; she had a new friend.

Mournful Sigh

Respond with your name and...
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.
8. Everyone must write this on your blog too.

Yes, I am following in Joelle's footsteps.
So, no more classes for Wulfy! It will feel a bit odd after it has had time to settle in.

Augh. I had the most uncomfortable conversation with my mother the other day. We were talking about how well I thought I was going to do, and I said I thought I'd get 2 A range, a B, and a C. And then she was all like A C!?!?! And then suggested I get counseling.
Honestly mother, I'm all grown up now.
Sure, I don't have that much practical experience, but we'd both like to think you did a good job raising me. I'd like to get through one conversation without you telling me what I should do and bringing grades and/or a job into it. But that's all we ever talk about, and to be frank, I'm rather sick of it. Do we really have so little in common that all we can talk about is school? I am an interesting person, I think. But honestly, if we can't find other things to talk about, I don't think we can talk.
I'd like to talk about other things, like what I want for myself in the future, but I can't because she's so damn practical all the time. It's not "I want to be an actor" "Okay, let's get you an agent." It would be "You know you need to work really hard, and it doesn't earn that much money, and you're not exactly hollywood material. Shave your legs more, don't slump, you need more clothes. Have you got a job?" She doesn't seem to realise how much her opinion of what I do matters. All appearances to the contrary, I am a girl and she IS my mother. I think the reason I'm doing somewhat poorly in english is because it's my only way of rebelling. She wants me to be in english, and I don't think I do. But instead of changing my major, I stay in it and don't really try. But if I told her I find it boring and semi-useless, she'd just tell me to work harder, and that not everything can be fun all the time.
This seems to have turned into a rant. Oh well, sorry guys.
I kinda hope my mother doesn't find this, but at the same time, I do....

Anyway, no more classes! WOOHOO!

For the sake of posting.

Here's a little post about nothing. Except can people email me and tell me when their school finishes? Soon? Thankee!

8:54 PM: The Daily 'Dote
I think I'm going to bed, and I will study in the morning. It'll be great.



Here is an example of why Popular is so great. Youtube has allowed me to renew my obsession, which began years ago.

I am watching Transamerica!

I am not that far in, but it seems good to this point.
Maybe if my soap opera is amazing, I will send it in to a network, or producers, or whoever one sends ideas too. I think it's an original concept, soap-wise. I was just thinking the other day about how there are laods of tv shows about high schools and middle schools and people who are out in the workplace, but no television show that takes place in a university. I was pondering this, and I can't think of why this might be. Maybe because it's an optional thing, and there are people who don't do it, and thus it wouldn't apply to a broad enough market. But it's untapped! So much potential! So I will sell my idea eventually. If no one steals it. That would be a pity. But since it's on MY BLOG, I have proof if someone steals it! I am thinking way too much about this.
People really need to tell me what email they want information to be sent to. If I don't know, I won't send it to the right one, and then you'll miss out! ON AN AMAZING ADVENTURE! This means Jo, Rat, Nomad and Tyger.
Thankee!

9:01 PM: The Daily 'Dote
Ginger ale is not as incredible as I remember. I think now my only use for it will be drinking it flat when my tummy feels oogy. Mmm, trace amounts of ginger.

Last Day of Classes

Okay, so that isn't technically true, but it is friday, and there is the last class bash at the zoo (which means drunk people midafternoon), and next week there's only monday, so it counts.
I really don't know what to feel about this. Mostly I feel just fiiine. But there also seems to be a gaping hole in my chest. Which is odd, because I will be coming back here, and I am excited to go home. But I actually think I might love this place.

And just because, here's a nifty music video.

Thursday Update

Alrighty, so I REALLY need to organize this trip thing. In order to do that, I need email addresses. Technically I have all of them, but I can't remeber preferences or anything. So those parties interested in the BC trip, email me at my hotmail and give me your preferred method of contact.

It's Meredith Vieira! I have a soft spot for her.

9:17 PM: The Daily 'Dote
Really don't have much of one. I did nothing all day, and had a long nap instead of getting my freaking passport photos, which I must must do on the morrow.

UNIVERSITY COMMON
"You remember Irene, don't you Kassandra? Aunt Kerra's stepdaughter?"
Kassandra did remember Irene. It has been 3 years since they saw each other last, but Irene looked the same as she ever did, perhaps a little taller.

"Yes, mother, of course I do. How are you, Irene? You look lovely."

"Kassandra, darling, it's wonderful to see you again! How I've missed you."

Aureoll looked very pleased as they did the perfunctory european double cheek kiss.
"Irene will be attenting North-North-West Springtuckett U! Isn't that marvellous? But you'll have to excuse me girls, I'm needed in the kitchen. The cook again. Honestly, they call them the help because they need so much. Continue the reunion, dears! Dinner in a half hour, I should think."

As soon as Aureoll had swept out of the room, the demeanors of the two young women plunged into thinly vieled hostility. They backed a step away from eachother and began circling, like ravenous jungle cats; but the tone of voice they used to address the other seemed to contradict their body language.

"Why Irene, I thought you dead!"

"Thought, or hoped, darling?"

"To be perfectly honest, I haven't ever wasted a hope upon you."

"I'm like a bloodstain, sweetheart: hard to get rid of."

"What are you doing here, Irene?"

"Why, studies, Kassandra, as your dear mother just expained! A suspicious nature is bad for one's complexion."

"So is being pure evil. I see you've been bathing in virgin blood to maintain yours. You forget, Irene, I know you. Why are you here?"

"Perhaps you used to know me. Not anymore. However, I will say I am here in the interest of....family solidarity."

"Oh, so there's money involved."

Irene laughed.
"Of course there is. There always is, in a family like ours."

Kassandra was not amused.
"So what is it this time? A phony inheritance scam?"

"Now now, you know I don't like to repeat myself. That didn't work so well, you remember? One of my less effective brainchildren."

"How did you get out of prison so quickly anyway? You were supposed to be in there for 3 years, not 3 weeks."

"Kassandra, Kassandra, Kassandra. Why would you even ask that? You must know I would never tell you. But I will say this: blood is thicker than water, afterall. Too bad we aren't related."

"Much less strain on your conscience when you murder me in my sleep, hmm? This blood thing, I assume it has something to do with your mysterious absence for the past while?"

"The bleach hasn't completely destroyed your brain, sherlock. It's been absolutely wonderful catching up with you, sweetheart, but I must go and settle in."

With that, Irene adjusted her eyepatch and strode off in her designer suit, hips swaying and heels clacking.



And that's a double issue, because tis a mite longer! Yay!

Rock those bongos.

I am excited that classes are so very close to over. It makes me a so happy. I dance.

11:07 PM: The Daily 'Dote
I'm having an affair. With Natasha. Who is the section D elevator. We love eachother. I know she loves me, because once I started calling her Natasha, she cooperates fully, and registers my button-pushing every time. Furthermore, often she likes to wait for me. I walk into the elevator foyer place, and before I press the button, the doors open. There isn't even anyone in the car! Also, she know where I live, and takes me there without me asking sometimes. To get to the residence floors, you have to swipe your card before you press the appropriate button; while I'm fumbling for my card alone in the elevator, she goes down to floor one all by herself. Again, no one is waiting there.
Oh Natasha. I love you too.

efjnkgerjs

I feel extremely BLAAH. Thus, UNIVERSITY COMMON isn't finished, so thursday will be a fantastic double issue.

11:03 PM The Daily 'Dote
I am sleepy. Very very sleepy.

The Definition of LOVE:

University Again.

So, I made it back the the good ol' Bridge of Leth.
I took the bus to the bus. They made the busses squat for me and my luggage! Very exciting.
Left the house in a bit of disrepair, unfortunatley. I am sick, and thus got up rather late.
Really don't have much else to say, other than

7:12 PM: The Daily 'Dote
I do not like to criticise other people's fashion choices. This is because I do not try to be fashionable and thus qualified. I do, however, have enough faith in my judgement to know that a dread-mullet with sideburns is never a good idea. And yet, there it was: a young man on my bus had a mullet and sideburns, and the back, longer part of the mullet was, yes, dreadlocks. It made me want to vomit a little, and sneak over to his house late at night, give him a crewcut, and send him off to the army where they Do Not Stand for Such Behaviour.

OMG

I missed not one, bu two days! I think I'll give myself a pass, though. This time.
So hometime has been lovely, with weddings and paint-by-numbers and pool and loads and loads of chocolate.
I have to get my passport picture today. Or monday, early. Apparently, one can get these done at London Drugs. Does anyone want to come with me? Spend a little more time with your favourite wulfikins, and prevent her from getting super lost?
I depise that new gain commercial. It's kind of offensive.
Daily 'Dote to come later.

The Real Deal

UNIVERSITY COMMON
Kassandra hurried down to see what her mother wanted. She had to dodge a few other girls on the stairs. Her mother had deemed 3 other girls fit to be living with her and her daughter, based on their answer to the pamphlet survey question “Will you wait until marriage?” Only four girls replied in the affirmative, but one wasn’t nearly pretty enough. She looked like Aureoll’s late husband.
At the bottom of the second spiral staircase, Kassandra could see her mother waiting impatiently. Aureoll married young and was widowed young, and people often mistook her for Kassandra’s sister. [ignore – note from the author to herself – retcon this and first part, could come in handy later] She has hair the colour of dark chocolate (but only her hairdresser knows what the box really says) and pale blue eyes. A charitable description of her eyes in a normal state is piercing. More accurate would be soul-rending.
As Kassandra hit the last stair, someone came out of the kitchen and strode towards them. Could it be? It was! It was her….

Alright, that’s what I got for today. I think Tuesdays ones will be longer, as there is obviously more time to work on them. And I swear there will be meaningful dialogue on Tuesday.
Do you feel all cliff hangery? Probably not. I doubt anyone’s emotionally invested in my characters, especially because they are two dimensional soap opera style and it’s only the second instalment. I do think I will begin adding more depth, to Kassandra especially, once all of the principle characters have been introduced. And I find a plot… (Pretend you didn’t see that. I know where this story is going. Really.)

5:54 PM: The Daily ‘Dote
1. I am on a bus right now! It’s kind of awkward typing like this, but not as bad as I thought. It actually may be easier than my at my desk. But the reason I don’t type when I am there is because of the internet and it’s unrelenting hold on me. I am its bitch. But I love it. (I am writing this in Word.)
2. I ran out of money on my food card a couple days ago, and I ran out of cash money yesterday. So today, meals = 1 mars bar, bought with scraped-together-change. I am a little peckish.

EMERGENCY mini-post. more to come.

I am coming home today. Is there people available to drive me to my house? You could even stay the night!

I just really don't want to take a cab (or, y'know, sleep at the depot...)

Someone take pity on pathetic wulf?

Bring me java, bring me joy

Alright, so I am super excited for tomorrow. I get to come home, and post the next riveting titillating episode of UNIVERSITY COMMON. Hermy, you oughta phone me, or vice versa, or just be on MSN (or gmail, I suppose) so things can be organized.

The Round Robin

"Christophola, what is it? Jeez, calm down, you look positively chartreuse."
"Angie-Scot, it's, it's....what's a chartreuse?"
Scot didn't know. He had read it in a poem, but like any other boy or man, he didn't want to look stupid.
"It's a sort of rodent."
She looked even more confused. "I'm a rodent?"
"Yes, you little rat, now what is it? I swear, if you've run out to tell me there's a moth in your closet...My knees are soaking! What IS it, Christophola?"
It was then he noticed she was shivering. Not the kind of fake shivering he used to do for sympathy, but actual shaking. She opened her mouth, but didn't seem able to formulate her words, which alarmed him even more than the shivering.

And I think that's it for my part. Once we get into the swing of things, I think they'll get longer.

Here's a video for people to enjoy. It's been circulating the internet, but it is SO worth sharing again. Tis Alanis Morissette and her rendition of the classic ballad "My Humps".

3:09 PM: The Daily 'Dote
Chocolate chip muffins taste like an asthma attack. Or a heart attack, without the shooting pain through the left arm. Needless to say, I didn't finish mine. Also, the air on the way to anthropology smelled rather like rotting lobster. It was curious, but I didn't want to breathe too deep.

I should be working right now (that could be a song. A theme song even.)

Alrighty, so I am now doing ratty's idea(s) and seeing how they work, but I can always use more suggestions.
There will now be 3 regular sections of my blog (4 if we do the round robin thing). They are: general stuff like wot I usually write, The Daily 'Dote (which I think should have a trivia element sometimes to incorporate kes's suggestion, and which will be added at the end of each day, edited onto the day's post) and the online soap opera, let's see... ah! UNIVERSITY COMMON. There we go.

UNIVERSITY COMMON
It was Kassandra's first day of University, and she couldn't be more excited. She tried on so many outfits that morning she had to open the emergency wardrobe to get it just right. She was going to the same prestigous university as her childhood friend, Masters Jasonfield, and she wanted to look extra edible. He had been in Europe for the past three years, and had a consistent layer of manly stubble. Kassandra had noticed that lately, whenever Masters was around, she got a little carried away with all the longful glances (she almost sprained her neck gazing as he left the room), but it was hardly her fault he aquired a permanent, sexy tan when in we-don't-know-yet.

Kassandra's musings on Masters' beta carotene skin were interrupted when her mother called her downstairs. Kassandra's mother, Aureoll Shammersthin, was an extremely wealthy widow who also happened to be slighty overbearing. When Kassandra was accepted into North-North-West Springtuckett U, her mother immediatley bought the most prestigous sorority in order to be closer to her only child and make snap judgements about the other students.



Alrighty, so that's it for now (see relevant part of the title). I'm a litte rusty at the whole writing thing, lemme know whatcha think.

10:37 PM: The Daily 'Dote
Alright, so some of you may know that I missed my first essay in rhetoric. My paper had a rather glaring error in it, so I didn't have time to redo it, and my prof had a "if not handed in in class, then you get a 0" policy. So I explained the situation to him when it happened, and he really didn't have any sympathy. But then a couple of weeks ago, I asked him if there was anything I could do to help my marks. Apparently, this greatly impressed him, and he called me after class today and said that as I was willing to do the work and because I approached him about it, if I give him a little paper by thursday, he can make the impact of me missing that essay less. So yes, I am doing better in rhetoric - even got an A on the last test!

HoHO!

Alright, so I just realized I was dangerously close to failing in my goal, so I hastily update. But it will be short. Also, people, I need suggestions as to what to do to make my blog famous. I need to feature something practical yet original. The first 4 respondees will get points regardless. Oh, and the winner of this shall get a bonus prize.

(Yes, I am bribing you to comment. I am not above that.)

So, tis the first day of april. I get up late, which is good for me but not so much for my academic career, as I have Things To Do. That isn't what I wanted to talk about though. (Hallelujah.) So, first day of April, and it's snowing. Alot. Although not all of it seems to be sticking around; some is melting. There are also many birds singing, which may be robins, which is contributing to the surreal feeling of the afternoon. Picture this, if you will:

You're looking out the window and up the coulee. The lawn leading up to the hill is greening, like someone got interupted after painting the edges. There are large, fluffy flakes of snow drifting down (a little at an angle, it IS Lethbridge), but none are sticking to the lawn or the path. Instead of the snow blanketing all sounds and giving you a sense of isolation, the air is filled with happy birdsong, the kind you hear if you get up at four AM and watch the sunrise. Every so often, a flock of 100 or so picks itself up and floats through the air. They are small birds, and they flap their wings 2 or three times a second, so when in the air, it looks like the entire flock is vibrating.




Did that work? Do you feel all surrealled?

I'm listening to Popular, AND watching it. (the tale of embarrassed.)

Alrighty, so I apologize for the emo past couple of posts. I was tired.
Today, I got up at 8:30 (i went to bed at 8) and then did nothing. Then, Maria and the Bernardin gang picked me up, and we went to watch the wee ones figure skate.
Ugh, the arena was crowded, and hot, and very loud. But I was one of the tallest people there, which made me less homicidal. Then they took me out to dinner, which was very good, and oh, such a change from cafeteria food. I had goat cheese and artichoke hearts on puff pastry, topped with onions and asparagus and lemon olive oil, and a spinach salad with eggs, mushrooms and bacon. And for dessert, banana cheesecake xango and white chocolate brownie (which was shared. I didn't have one of each.)
I have decided that I want a famous blog. If I myself cannot be famous, maybe my blog can. My number one concern on that front is the lack of charming anecdotes or entertaining hobbies I've collected. Perhaps I could review movies. Or something. Contest points for the person who helps me find something to feature in my blog.




Yes, the fast-becoming-habitual video. Should I put more on? Oh hell, I know I'm going to anyway.

You know you like it. (or the legend of emo)

Okay, so now, I have a new goal of updating everyday. There are 2 reasons for this. No, 3.
1: i hate it when people don't post often enough. It irritates me, and I hate irritating myself.
2: I have discovered video embedding. expect to see lots of it.
3: It gives me something to do while avoiding work. Which is now going better, because things have been accomplished and moved around and now seems actually doable.
There are some conditions attached to this new goal. Since I have already used numbers, I will use fun symbols.
!: People need to check it everyday (or so). I will know you do this by the comments you will leave.
@: actually, i think that was it.

Something about blogging just gets my rage going, but I like doing it. I have these rather unreasonable expectations of people checking blogs and commenting multiple times per day, like how it was on our blogging honeymoon period. I think I am on the verge of either an enormous mental breakdown explosion thing in which I stab myself with a scalpel (Class......is.......Dismissed......) or spiraling down into the deepest depression ever.
I don't know why I am whining about this. Wait, no, I don't know why people would care. Sometimes I don't know why people put up with me. I'm whiny (as evidenced by this entire paragraph), have low self esteem, and no work ethic. Plus I have no follow through, because I am lazy AND fear rejection. It's double trouble.

Disregard this post. And all the posts where I whine. Which seems to be all of them, lately.

Maybe I'm tired.

Aight, Peeps. 2 posts in 1 day. (or, the saga of how I can't have sleep anymore.)

Read 'em and weep. Or, stem the flow of tears by commenting. Comments warm the cockles of me heart.
Like my post wot came five minutes ago, I have little to say. And I feel like having two posts, because I am too lazy to go back and add to it.
Right now, I am at the stage where I have so much stuff to do I can't do it, and instead have stalled completely. K, would you like a list of what I need to have done by tuesday? sure you do.
- midterm
- outline for group project
- notes for group project
- a design paper
- a rhetoric presentation
- get a passport picture
- collect receipts for taxes
- organise BC trip
- organise easter visit
- laundry
- register for courses
- script for drama presentation
- read ethnography
- watch figure skating competition thing and visit with bernardins.
- probably have a shower in there at least once
and of course, many of these are to be done before tuesday.
I have 3 days, people.
And I have stalled. Completely. It hurts, and I have had it. Had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane. (If snakes=stuff to do and plane=96 hours).

Oh, and for your amusement:







A bridge that looks as stretched as I feel.

It's worth sharing.

You may have already seen this. I don't care, watch it again. It will cheer you greatly the more times you witness it.

Let's pretend I've got something to say.

The grass is even greener here, and clouds are cool.

I've been seeing loads of deer, and there were some teeny critters chasing eachother around that I think were ground squirrels.

I am having the week from HELL.

I've got lots of marks back, and I did well on all of them. But I also have a research meeting, a test and an essay due for the rest of the week. And I was up uber late yesterday finishing the essay that was due this morning.

Augh, I will be so happy when this week is over. Next week is also looking slightly deadly, but not nearly as much. I will be happy when it's finals time, and happier when school is fully over, and I can brag to my brothers for two months about not having homework.

I am real tired.

So now I am going to bed. I hope you are all well.

(I am half sick of shadows, said the Lady of Shalott.)

The grass here is starting to green, even through the intermittent snows. It pleases me.
There are more deer about, and the magpies are back. School is almost over, and I am so happy.
I get 3 marks back early next week. YAY! I actually can't wait for my anthropology final. I'm going to ace it.
Lately, I've been experiencing this yearning for the pacific. I just want to be able to smell it, and see it, and wander the beaches along it. I want to ride a ferry, and find cool animals, and hike through the woods, and visit my grandparents house.
I love that house, and it makes me sad that they'll eventually have to leave it. And the people who get it probably won't take care of the gardens, which is a pity, because they are huge and beautiful, and there are fruit trees and vines and vegetable patches. And they might pave the driveway, which would be a horrible thing to do, because then the sound of tires and feet on the gravel that I find incredibly comforting won't be there anymore.

I really want to show people it. You folksies should come sometime, and we can sleep in a tent on the balcony and listen to the creepy-crawly clean the pool and the crickets and the cows. And we can make homemade dinners, massacre wasps, and take drives to the ocean and spend entire days on the beaches and in the forests. And we can visit victoria harbour, and buy english candies, and look at the barnacles and minnows.

Warm Picnic

I am SO happy. I can't stop smiling. The weather here is GORGEOUS. It's the kind of weather that is just too hot for a sweater without a breeze, but there is one. Not too hot, not too cold, the kind that wraps around you as you walk home from class, basking in the sunshine and snuggling in your fleece as wisps of wind slip through, and tease your hair.

I just had an anthropology midterm. It went well. Feels good.

You know that thing where one gets depressed because they miss the sunlight? I think I have that. But the sun is back, and it is glorious. It's there when I awake, it stays with me till after dinner.
I can feel the life ready to burst forth. It's like that song in Bambi, about the springtime. It's an air of pleasant anticipation. I am really liking spring right now. Oh March, defy your name and parade rest next to me for always. You've been good to me.

Three posts in Three days! That is mad like whoa.

Today was a good day.

I got up late, and decided to skip my shower.
The I went to english, and we got feedback from our video. (We were filmed being in class on wednesday for this teacher thing). Apperently, we are the students everybody wants. Aww.
The I went to anthropology right after, and lent out some notes. We got dismissed early, because it was a review class, so replacement-friend Joelle and I had a chat. She invited me to a free recital later that afternoon, and we discussed band. When I mentioned I play trumpet, she immediatley attempted to conscript me for her ensemble thing, which sounds splendid. I miss band. So I think I'll do that, although maybe not this term, like she wants me too. I am horrendously out of practice.

So then I went to my room and had a shower, which was lovely, and then went to meet Joelle. I also met her boyfriend, who is a lovely chap, and we wandered off the the recital hall.

The recital itself was wonderfully impressive. It was an alto sax and a double bass and their various accompianests (sp?) one of which played the marimba!

Then I went to dinner, and had rather too many perogies. I contemplated falling into a food coma, but then my roommate invited me to watch Bridget Jones's Diary, which was much better than I was expecting.

I managed not to complete the day's goals, which was do my readings, plan my presentation (and start writing it) and do laundry. Which means I am going to have a very busy weekend, but a day like today was worth it.

Whatever happened to that white dog poop from the seventies?

Do you think it's possible that because I didn't post for so long, people have forgotten that my blog exists?
I ask because I only got 3 comments from people other than me so far. I love comments. They assure me that people care, and when I don't get them, I do crazy things. Like cry. (But not really, because my tear ducts are made of STONE. Except when watching movies that really aren't all that good cinematically, but magically turn me into mush.)

I love Torchwood. Kesinee knows this, but others might not. So I thought I might say it. As you may have guessed, from your vast knowedge of my quirks (it's the kindest word for them, really) it is a sci-fi show. But it is one with actual people and interpersonal relationships that go beyond the incedental, must-have-something-other-than-technobabble kind.

Which is a bad thing, or something. It hasn't been getting the best reviews. Those reviewer types say it isn't like Doctor Who (which is spun off of) and that it tries and fails to be Buffy. Why can't it just be Torchwood, I ask? Why does it have to be like Doctor Who, or Buffy? Do we even need another show about an angst queen who does vampires and kills them? Maybe we need a show about alien technology that isn't set on other planets, with characters who aren't perfect but you love them more because of it?

Incidentally, both Torchwood and Buffy have lesbians that died. (Like Buffy, not all of them die. Unlike Buffy, they are technically bisexual, and the majority are MyStIcAl aLiEnS.)
I say this, because this is the only way I could ever see someone using as proof that they are trying to be Buffy. Honestly, why would you want to be? One was enough, people. If you really want it, there are DVDs.

Okay, rant over. I'm not sure why I did that. Wait, yes I am. It's my evil agenda. I'm trying to corrupt people into liking sci-fi. Because then the world will be mine!

And now my brain is off, but I am still typing. So I will bite off my fingers to save you all, and then go to sleep, and do laundry tomorrow.

Oh, but right before that, for 2 contest points, name the source of my title! (yes, that's right, read my mind.)(Or, use the internet!)

*bites*

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Lest Joelle Expire from Apopolexy, a Post

Heyhey, peeps. Look, a post! Miracles!

Really though, it was about time. Not posting for an entire month may have been a bit much.
Perhaps I will spark a new passion for blogging within myself, and others will follow my shining example.

Okay, so, what has been up with me? Not much. Being home was luverly, yay for reading week.
In drama, which I have been hugely enjoying, we have this new project hing where we are in partners and we present a scene.
My partner keeps forgetting our meetings, but then he remembers and begs forgiveness, so I haven't flayed him yet. I've pretty much got it memorized, and am excited for presenting in on Thursday. And thank goodness we don't need costumes this time around, because I have no fancy clothes.

My sea monkeys aren't hatching, and it's been over a week. But the website suggests it is because the temperature is too low, so now the tank is languishing under my crazy-hot desk lamp. And if they don't work, I can always order more, because they have a guarantee thingy.

And that's all I can think of to spiel about for now. No revelations or epiphanies or things-that-depress me. Like every blog should have, but mine doesn't.

I HAVE CANCER!

Kidding. I hope. Just angsting it up. Because I am disgustingly happy this term.

Help! I’M BEING HELD CAPTIVATED!

Mwaha. That came to me last night and I thought it was hilarious. In the light of day, not as much. But I do heart anthropology, so we can pretend that that applies there.
I am really liking all my classes (even though drama scares me because somehow it’s the heaviest courseload) and all of my teachers except for one.
He is my biology teacher, and he’s Russian, and speaks very quiet. Him being Russian isn’t the part I object to. Plus he spent ten minutes talking about “biological proof” of creationism.
Which would be fine if I was taking religious studies or something.
I have followed the trend and got me some pets. Plus, I moved my songs to the bottom. I loved them, but they were so laggy. So they are there, If anyone wants wonderful melodies while they read my engrossing entries.

Alrighty, what with all the pictures, I gots a leetle jelus, and fished out my camera, which had barely enough energy left to git pictures of my plants. which also shows how bad at picturing i am.

This up here is Barbara.

This one needs a name! perhaps contest points for the winnar?

This fella (or filly) also needs a designation.

This here is Donkey Kong.

DUDE

So, as I sign in to post, it prompts me to switch over. I was very confused. After a long, confusing, and ultimatley stupidly simply process, I have rediscovered how to sign in and unearthed a blog I didn't know I had. Wow. I guess it'll just sit there or something...
Yesterday, ma papa took me and Pierre to Happy Feet. Which is an excellent movie. grin. much better than the first movie of the new year, Dark Man. Which was horrible, despite having Frances McDormand, Liam Neeson and Bruce Cambell (!) in it.

And now, the splendid list thing:

List 12 People:
1. Liam Neeson
2. Peter
3. Hannah
4. Jacob
5. Kesinee
6. Joelle
7. Kathleen
8. Eve
9. Rita
10. Liam (brother)
11. Sigourney Weaver
12. Paula

Q: Have you ever kissed 7? Not as i ken remember.
Q: What's the best memory you have of nine? I don't know if it's the best, but I'm rather fond of MMLLYYYYYIIIIII.
Q. Whens the nest time you're going to see 4? NO clue. We'll probably run into eachother at safeway in 20 years.
Q. Is Number 8 pretty? She shore is.
Q. What was your first impression of number 10? I really don't remember. atall. maybe his hair.
Q. How did you meet 3? twas in grade three. and she said she could juggle. liar.
Q. Is 11 your best friend? oh, how i wish that were true.
Q. Have you seen 5 in the last month? I shall include december when i say yes indeedly.
Q. Do you think 2 has a crush on you? dear god i hope not.
Q. When was the last time you saw 12? probaly grad...no, summerstock. which is sad.
Q. Have you ever been to 1's house? nay. but i want to. i bet there is fun stuff there. like maybe a lightsaber.
Q. When's the next time you'll see 10? in 3 minutes or less, i'll wager.
Q. Are you really close to 3? physically, we're all over eachother. rawwr. but really, yes.
Q. Have you ever been to the movies with 4? no. but i bet we have similar tastes.
Q. Have you ever gotten into trouble with 2? yes. we beat on eachother. at least when we were younger.
Q. Would you ever go out with 7? how to address this. shall i be wittily obtuse, or truthful? i don't think i would.
Q. What do you and number 3 talk about the most? politiks, and th' good ol infirmary days. maybe?
Q. Do you even know 9? as far as i know, yes.
Q. Would you give number 12 a hug? yes. i would.
Q. Are you in love with number 7? 7 of 9, maybe. not the seven of my list.
Q. Do you know a secret about number 9? i don't think so. if i do, i've probably forgotten it.
Q. Describe the relationship between number 9 and number 5. they have a secret, wild, passionate love. i spy on them, you see.
Q. What is the best thing about your friendship with number 10? it's sibling based. we're not friends, we're frenimies. (yay wonderfalls)
Q. Have you ever danced with number 7? neither one of us are much with the cancing, but we've crazy-jigged a time or two.
Q. How long have you known number 11? i don't. but i'm hopeful for a meaningful relationship in the future.
Q. Have you ever been in a fight with number 8? i don't think so.
Q. Would 2 and 4 make a good couple? aha. i think so.
Q. Have you ever wanted to punch number 2 in the face? yes. and i may have.
Q. Has number 1 ever met your mother? not as far as i know. but i haven't known her all her life.
Q. How did you meet number 6? i believe we were in a class together in grade 3. and then she wanted to be my friend. lord knows why, but i'm grateful.
Q. What would happen if you put 10 and 12 in a room together? not much. there may be staring.
Q. Did you ever accidentally physically hurt number 5? yes. i have. with a football, in gym class.
Q. What is the best memory you have with number 1? i saw him in a movie.
Q. do you live close to 7? somewhat. closer than i do to most.
Q. What is number 3s favourite food? earwigs and breadmold.
Q. Of your 12, which would you say is the funniest? i don't know. they're all pretty ridiculous.
Q. Who is the most flirtatious? 10. but he's not very good at it.
Q. If you could change one thing about number 10, what would it be? i'd make him shorter. forever.
Q. Say something nice about number 11. She kicks Alien ASS.
Q. Which one lives the farthest away? 1 or 11.
Q. Which one do you hang out with the most? my brothers. i am too lazy to see what numbers they are.
Q. The quietest? i haven't heard anything from 11 in a long time....
Q. What kind of car does number 12 have? i'm not sure. i'm going to say a moped. grin.
Q. Have you traveled anywhere with number 8? westcoast? beats me.
Q. If you gave number 2 $100 tonight, what would they spend it on? he might save it, or buy food.

wow. that took forever. because mom kept interrupting.
my new hobby, since i have been suggested at to get one, is novel-writing. mwaha! tis a genius plan.