Eughh.

For breakfast today, I ate half a pound of licorice allsorts. MISTAKE.
Also contributing to my oogy feeling is my massive oversleeping. I felt like crap so I went to bed at 6:45, but I got up at 8. So this morning is not the best morning. I also have to have a shower but my roommate is in there. And maybe I'll be late for class, and definetly I won't have done the reading.

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?