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.

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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?