seeing spots.....

I'm a little dizzy.

It's 9:30, and I just finished eating dinner, and at first I was dizzy because I hadn't eaten since 11, and now I'm dizzy because my stomach is full now, and it's a little uncomfortable after the long absence of food. (Kinda like when your roomate goes away for the weekend and they come back and it's like "oh, I have to share the shower again.") The reason I didnt eat for so long is that first I had a night class until 7, then I decided to walk to superstore because I absolutely HAD to buy rice paper and make egg rolls for dinner. (My stomach has been waiting for that for a week now. -- Ive been dreaming about egg rolls. Not healthy.)

Anyhow, I will be alright, I'm sitting here with some nice tea and honey and I think I am going to skip homework and go right to reading, then I will probably pass out.

Tomorrow is the first French Lab. I hope that the TA is from somewhere I've been in France. I also hope he (wishful thinking? I mean, I dont even know if it will be a guy.) is hot. Crossing my fingers here.

Classes Cancelled!!

I cancelled a class today, which means that I arbitrarily decided not to got to Literary Theory and Critisim because all Warburton ever does is read from the text and ask random questions, and when we ask questions goes "I'm going to answer your question with a question" and makes my head spin.

Great weather again--yay!

Random Update

Just got back from swimming (yay me!) I don't know how many laps I did, I swallowed so much water I think the chlorine may have damaged my brain so that I can't count anymore.

Oh wait, I could never count.

Got Rachel's B-day package, very nice, I feel loved. Kate is really getting annoyed that her package isnt here yet.

Kate had a fit because there was a spider in the shower. Amanda murdered a ladybug with windex.What's next? Eira beating chippy over the head with a broom?!?!?!? It hurts my soul.

3 hour class of death tonight. not looking forward to it.

Bah Humbug!

Chippy visited again.

Marissa called him a mouse. He isn't a mouse, he's a chipmunk! He is not vermin...and he's not going to "burrow into our house and steal our food" and she said that "you [I] shouldn't encourage him." SHEESH.

She is just Bitter because I shared some of her bread with him. It was only the heel!

Relief...

My OSAP has finally been processed, with no adverse changes thank god. It's good to have that off my plate finally, although by the end of my schooling, I will be the loan. No more Mireille, not even Rae, just a debtor with no real soul until I pay it off. Not looking forward to that...

French civ is next on the menu... Whoopee.................................................

Skiiving off...

I went grocery shopping today instead of to the library like I'd planned. This is after sleeping in too. Pretty horrible. And then it turned out they didn't even have what I wanted: rice paper. Same situation as yesterday; walking to walmart to get milk, buying everthing else they were selling in winners and walmart and chapters to make up for it....I'm a bad budgeter. [sigh]

Chippy visited again. I really ought to stop feeding him.

Kate asked me what Ben Franklin did....I thought: President and something anti-slave related.
I thought wrong about the whole president bit. oops. He was in congress though.

They say that Canada is Americanized...and we are..but our Canadianism shows through in our absolute ignorance of some of the stuff they hold so dear. A 3rd grader from any state in the US could have told me what good ol' Benny did. Kate and I had too google it.

Chippy!!

I think that only Kate is capable of taking so much time to do her laundry. she started at one and it is now 4:30. You'd think she'd be done already!!!!!!!!! Wanna go OUT...

Chippy the chipmunk followed us home and came for a visit in our house. We fed him some bread crumbs..he was so cute. He went in and out of our house 3 times before leaving for good (I think he got full) Couldn't take a picture because im outta film. shame shame double shame. ( Why do I feel the need to tack on: "now you know my boyfriend's name??" Is that leftover from my schoolgirl days or did I just randomly make that up?)

La-dee-dah...................

Had a nightmare last night. Was leaving home for school all over again. Rachel was crying, I was late and Chantal was trying to get me to dance with her....how weird is that?

Spoke to my sister this morning. She is doing well-- is discovering that having a roomate isn't quite as cracked up as it is supposed to be..something I'm finding out on my own, grace a Eira the bowl-scraper, as Kate has so astutely dubbed her. As Kate and I are the only ones here this morning, I went into a cleaning frenzy- I think the bathroom is next..mouahahaha.

Bought a ticket home for Thanksgiving--yay! Leaving Wed Oct.6th and returning Mon Oct.11th. Haven't got in touch with mom yet to let her know, but she left a message this morning while I was on the phone with Elise, saying she would call back. I tried to call her, but she's at the office and won't answer 'cause it's not business hours.

Vodka, Wine and Crown Royal, Oh my!

So, last night was the Big night!

First Pub night ever, with pre-drinking at Sarah's Lena's and Amanda's. I got tanked for the first time in two years, and boy was it fun. I'm not even sick today, which I like to think as the alcohol god's birthday present to me. On the downside, Kate got really sick and I got to play mom. She was a really funny drunk though, so I'm not upset, I'm just glad she doesn't have a hangover this morning. Somehow, I took 20 pictures last night without remembering more than 8, so that roll of film should be more than interesting...

Bush is a dumbass...

"George Bush presented international leaders yesterday with his vision of a world made safe by democracy, and said the invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan were just initial steps in the spread of liberty."

[groan]

WHy are there such STUPID people in the world? Does he WANT people to come back and bomb the US? Does he WANT a nuclear war? Or does he just want a KICK IN THE PANTS?!?!

http://www.canada.com/national/nationalpost/news/story.html?id=79949e28-08b8-4bc0-b147-2fe879d5ac03

Lisa it's your birthday, Happy birthday Lisa....

Not that my name is Lisa, but it definately IS my birthday!!

Today has been great, I got LOTS of mail (somewhat at Kate's expense, unfourtunately...) and I made crepes this morning, that turned out excellently, and my lecture lasted all of 15 minutes, and im going to go buy some booze later, and I've eaten some cake and I got cool presents.... And I got to spend the majority of the day with Kate, so it's been excellent.

Thank you everyone who has made this day so great, you know who you are!!

XOXOXO

Happy birthday me!!

This is the only day of the year that I consistently get woken up hours before I actually have to in the morning. Consequently, it's the only day of the year I don't mind. My mom called and sung me happy birthday, and it was a very nice wake-up call. Now though, I want my roomate to wake up and give me my present ahaha. I got a Mr. Potato-Head from Marissa, and he's the funniest thing ever. Now I am going to go and make crepes for some birthday food. mmmmmmmm...............

Can Lit-- British plant cutting?

I just sat through an interesting lecture on the beginnings of Canadian Literature. We looked at a poem of Oliver Goldsmith's called: The Rising Village.

It's all about Pioneer settlers in Nova Scotia, and basically it's a piece of pompous bombastic royalist propaganda. It starts off with the regular invoking of the muse, then goes on to praise Britannia extensively and then contrasts the harshness of Acadia with the lushness of Britain all in iambic pentameter. Of course, this goes on for 500 lines, with a random little story about a guy who seduces a maiden and then leaves her to go insane in the Canadian wilderness when she comes chasing after him (just for kicks) before Goldsmith gets back to the business of praising Britannia.

On the whole the poem is lousy, but it's Canada's first book-length poem and is therefore an important part of Canadian literary history. My prof went on to say (and here is the more interesting part:) that the reason this is important is that Canadian literature can be likened to a plant cutting: a transplant from British literature. She says that early canadian lit. is all pretty crummy, but that it get's better and grows as it moves on in time, just like a baby plant cutting.

First the cutting works on the root-system before ameliorating the foliage and letting us see the progress that was originally only happening underground. Something to think about huh? In addition she said that we were still in the root stage in terms of influence on other cultures, and our tendancy to bandwagon onto other literary movements (we've only had one genuinely canadian literary movement, the McGill Movement @ McGill U.) It makes me feel better that Margaret Atwood, the bane of my existence, is only part of the root system...heh heh.

Anticipatory gifts...

Yayay! Birthday package for yours truly. Of course I opened it! It's only a day early after all... Thanks dad. :)

Nice work if you can get it, and you can get it if you try

Pot harvest takes children out of Quebec classrooms:
http://montreal.cbc.ca/regional/servlet/View?filename=qc_pot20040918

On the other hand it doesn't say whether or not they are smoking it....Maybe it's like employees at McDonald's: once you see how they make it, you're so grossed out you won't eat it anymore.

Needless to say:

I did not go to the gym this morning.

Insomnia

*Groan*

I don't think there is anything worse than insomnia. It's currently 1:57am and I am supposed to be waking up in 5 hours time. Will someone explain to me why I can't seem to fall asleep? My performance in class tomorrow is sure to be spectacular...

Rachel, me and Sheila..trick-or-treating in May

Musing...

I've just realized how much I love where I am right now. When I say that, I mean more than just where I am physically/geographically or whatever. I've just come back to school, and although I was aprehensive at first, I have fit seemlessly back into the mold I painstakingly made for myself last year. It's good to be me for a change, I am myself, and my friends know me and love me for it, just as I am. They say that friends are the family one chooses for oneself, and I for one, am lucky in my extended family. ^_^

I am lucky to be living in a place like this. People come to Thunder Bay for 2 reasons: to see the natural beauty of the north and to go to school. I happen to fill both of these slots. It's good to be in a place where (when the weather is good) 80% of the school's population is outdoors, mucking around and having good clean fun. I had hoped to finish a roll of film today, but you can't rush these things, I suppose.