Woooo! To Guelph we go!!

Bought my ticket back home!!!
Kate and I are heading home (together--she is visiting for a week) on the evening of December 12th. I'm home for a while too. Head back the 6th of January, so that's a good stretch, hopefully I will see everyone I need to in between driving to Penetang/Windsor and all that Jazz. Finished Drama assignment #1. Whoo. We are making headway!!!!!!!!!!

Umm.

Good day. Slept in til 11,which was really 12, cleaned, did some homework (finished that Can Lit paper!) talked to some cool people.... That's about it.

Wow. I'm boring today.

That's my mom and me. You can tell she loves me, huh?

Beginnings are scary, endings are mostly sad. But it's the middle that counts.

One of my favorite topics of conversation as a girl was how much I hated my family.
It was confusing, messy, abnormal and I hated my mother. Especially during my early-teens, I enjoyed telling horror stories about my family. All of my old friends know all about how much I hate them. But you know what? I was an idiot. Sure, my family is royally fucked up. But those fucked-up people love me, and are always there for me when I need them. I love my mother. Do you know that? I love her, more than anything else in the world. And I can't even imagine living without her. Sometimes you just need your mom. And I am so lucky because my mom has always been there for me. How many people can say that? How many people actually talk to their mothers? Not as many as you'd think. I know she's crazy, but I love her. And I am deeply ashamed of all the times I have maligned her. I can remember having a fights with my mom, and after telling her how much I hated her, I would sit at the kitchen table with my sister, having a conversation loudly about how much of a horrible bitch my mom was, so that she could overhear us. Elise and I did it a lot. It was the only thing we agreed on: how much of a bitch mom was. I wonder how much that hurt her--sisters bonding over a shared hatred of their mother? Disgusting. Later, much later, when my mom and step-dad got divorced, I can remember sitting around with him talking about how horrible she was. What kind of daughter does that? Not a very good or kind one. I hope I get a daughter just like that. I deserve it. She is a wonderful person, my mom. A little too selfless perhaps. A little too overbearing. A little too quick to yell. But she's my mom and she doesn't deserve the shit she puts up with. God. What is my problem tonight? I'm crying over everything. I think this whole thing with grandad has hit me harder than I thought. The real problem is that I haven't come to terms with death yet. Who do I know who's died? No one close to me. I have all my grandparents, and I am so lucky for it. I think tonight for the first time I got a little hint of what it would be like not to be able to hug my mom anymore. It sucks. I hate this.

I wasn't going to publish this. People actually ~read~ this, you know. But the people who read this deserve to know what a bitch I've been to my mom.

current music: Music of the Night, Phantom of the Opera

Pablo Neruda
"Your Laughter"

Take bread away from me,
if you wish,take air away,
but do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lanceflower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in your joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh
and I come back with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

And all that Jazz....

Wow. Internet went out for over 12 hours yesterday/today. Crummy.

We went shopping yesterday, and I only spent 70 dollars, and got a whole lot of stuff, so I am impressed with my shopping retraint this week. I think this is the first week I have actually spent less than both Marissa and Kate. I even bought bacon! I had a full-blown brunch this morning, with curly fries, bacon, eggs and a muffin. I feel so full, I don't think I will ever eat again. now everyone is cleaning. Well. mostly everyone, Eira isn't...surprise, surprise. Anyhow, Kate is cleaning the kicthen, Marissa vaccumed and I will shortly be cleaning the washroom. Everthing will be sparkly-clean, and things will be good.

Eira dyed her hair last night. The balance of power has shifted. We used to have 3 blondes and a brunette, now we have two redheads and two blonds.( Although if truth be told Eira's head looks more orange than anything.) Maybe we should re-arrange our house, balance it, you know, all that feng-shui jazz. Could be fun.

Headway in the homework department: Can Lit is nearly done, with one more page to write, which is nothing compared to the 7 I have already written. Drama in Education has been started, and it is not even due until the monday after this one. Now all I have to get started is that one for Lit Theory, about the author (which I am not looking forward to,) and the Tech project. yay!

current music: The Freshman, Verve Pipe

The heart stands out on either side
No wider than the heart is wide;
Above the world is stretched the sky,
No higher than the soul is high.
The heart can push the sea and land
Farther away on either hand;
The soul can spilt the sky in two,
And let the face of god shine through.
But east and west will pinch the heart
That can not keep them pushed apart;
And he whose soul is flat—the sky
Will cave in on him by and by.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

*sigh*

This is how I feel today. Look I'm even rubbing my sore head. The fish can be Kate.This guy at www.explodingdog.com is pretty good at representative art, don't you think? Sure I'm maudlin, but it's a good thing. Melancholy is well-known to enhance creativity.

Messed up sleeping experiences...

I took a nap and now I feel like sleep-- rumpled, drowsy, warm, with a hint of a headache.

I had bad dreams.

I remember going shopping at Food Basics (purportedly the one I worked at, but it was bizarre) with my mother and Marc and Anthony. Nathan wasn't there. Then a can of orange juice was crushed under the wheels of our cart by Anthony, and bursted all over my pants.

Orange, pulpy, messy, McCain goo all over me. I went over to Stuart (a boy that worked at Food Basics while I was there, and was never as nice to me as he was in this dream) and I asked him for help. He seemed really sympathetic and helped me. Not that he actually did anything-- in the way of dreams the orange juice got completely wiped off, like magic, and left not a trace without his even moving.

That's where it gets confusing: nice Stuart disappears and some random boy I made up comes over and starts yelling at me that I need to sign forms if I expect not to get charged for that orange juice. I said that I didn't care, if I had to I would pay for it and be done with it, it's a 67 cent can of juice for heaven's sake! Then I ran out to the car because I needed to get my shoes- I wasn't wearing shoes and I was afraid that the mean yelling guy wold notice and kick me out of the store or yell at me again.

So I went to the car, put on my flipflops that were under the back seat, an noticed that the car was parked way crooked. I got in the car to correct it, and when I pulled into the parking space again, I missed and didn't turn the wheel enough and had to back up to get into the space properly. The only thing was, like 8 cars managed to block me in, so that none of us could move, and then some lady with a truck-full of cows was yelling at me that I caused this whole accident.

Then I ran back inside, and Mom and Marc were talking to my old writer's craft teacher, Ms. St-Jean, about something I can't remember, but they were writing down phone numbers and when I walked up mom made me tell her what my prof's names were, and I got al upset and was in tears and I keep repeating that I was in university now, she couldn't expect to fix everything, she couldn't call my teachers, leave me alone, leave me alone! And then (the weirdest thing) Ms St-Jean, who was watching the whole thing turned to me and did this weird slow "wink" of understanding at me. And I woke up.

Uh oh...

I have found a website that is absolutely horrible for one's peace of mind. It's got all the addiction of crack without the whole drug business. I have been checking it for updates non-stop all week, and trying to figure out these damn puzzles which keep tripping me up. Damn you J.K Rowling, Damn you! *shakes fist* I should never have read that article on HP6 and I should never have followed the link that got me to her site. Anthony could probably figure it out....

Anyhow, today sucks again. I got my paper back from French and I only got 75%. WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?!?! I have smoothly made the transition from an A student to a B student. AND I DON'T KNOW WHY!!!! I spent 4 days on that essay for crying out loud!! Someone who will not be named got 82% and can hardly speak french, let alone write it AND I EDITED HER PAPER!! I EDITED IT!!! I will have to go in and talk to the prof about it. That's two profs to meet with this week and both times to argue papers...this is going to be...interesting.

Too early to think...

I should not stay up until 230 in the morning, it does nothing for my complexion, or my peace of mind. I am really tired and contemplated not going to class...but as you can see, I am up, and I am going, I am just not too happy about it.

*yawn*

Due to inclement friends....

Another postponment in the world of homework. This time it was out of my control, though, which makes me feel slightly less guilty about it. Ani messaged me that I should go to Tim Horton's and have a coffee with her since her midterm was finished and her ride was not coming for another hour and a half, but I told her no and that she should come to my house and wait for here sister there. She then made me go and walk her here since she won't walk alone after dark.... Anyhow, I will start that work now, since it must be started, and preferably finished as well. Not that this is a probable outcome, but one can hope.

Gee thanks, Warburton...

Got my Paper on the thematic development of freedom back. 70%, which isn't too inspired I have to say. It's really quite appalling, considering the amount of work I put into it. I don't understand this class. I mean, Warburton goes on and on and on about how there is more than one reading of a poem, and no one reading is altogether true or false. Then I get my paper back and she says:

Rae, this is a good close reading -- well focussed on the "words on the page" The strength of your discussion however, is somewhat undermined by a slight misreading of the poem. The speaker does not so much desire freedom as claim that even in prison or "tangled" in his lover's hair he is free. It's a paradox.

[Now keep in mind here that she has given me 3 pages, and 3 pages alone to treat this poem and I did not go into the depth I could have otherwise.] Also remember that she told me there was more than one reading, and yet here she is insiting that the reading I made was wrong. How does that figure I should like to know? I also would like to say that I never said that the speaker was or wasn't free. I disegarded that entirely, because I only had 3 pages in which to write.
I suppose I shall give you the poem, since I happen to like it.


To Althea, from prison.
by: Richard Lovelace

When Love with unconfinèd wings
Hoves within my gates,
And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the grates;
When I lie tangled in her hair
And fettered to her eye:
The gods that wanton in the air
Know no such liberty.

When flowing cups run swiftly round,
With no allaying the Thames,
Our careless heads with roses bound,
Our hearts with loyal flames;
When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
When healths and draughts go free:
Fishes that tipple in the deep
Know no such liberty.

When, like commited linnets, I
With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories of my King:
When I shall voice aloud how good
He is, how great should be:
Enlargèd winds that curl the flood
Know no such liberty.

Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for a hermitage.

If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty.

This is how I feel today. Credit goes to Explodingdog.com for representing the abiss that is my life...

Bowler Mania...

Feeling a little better this morning. Not that it's morning anymore, being 1:35 and all, but that's alright. Kate's going all picture happy with her new digital camera, she's having fun.

Woke up (I was sortof awake anyway...more of a zombie like state than anything) this morning to a cold shower (being the last one up.) and then went to my french class for 10 O'clock, which went well, since I know the past/imperfect tenses pretty well. We are getting loads of assignments back this week, which is good since I will know how to correct the assignments due soon accordingly.

Night class of death tonight, and, lucky me, we have group work to do, which means I can't even just stare at the wall when I get bored.

Oh well, maybe I will wear my bowler hat to class. It will make me feel special, and when it falls over my eyes (since it's too big) no one will be able to tall what I am actually thinking....

I really want a nap.

current music: Knock Loud, Neko Case

Knackered.

I really don't like myself right now.
I really don't like a lot of people right now.
(With a few pointed exceptions, who are really there for me when I need a cry.)

I am feeling overwhelmed and upset by a lot of little things, and a few big things, and not all of them are homework related and none of them are going to go away. What makes it worse is that for some reason the contacts at home have been blurred, and I don't feel connected anymore and I don't want to make the effort to try and bridge the gap.

This was never an issue last year, maybe because I could still sympathize with what was going on at home because I had experienced highschool where some of my friends stayed, and those people I left behind were in the same environment or, if they were away at school too, they were going through the same changes as I was and we were connected that way. I've lost contact with several people over the course of the last few months, and saw hardly anyone this summer, which doesn't make anything easier I suppose. But it bothers me. It upsets me. I don't like it much at all.

What a time for me to choose to get maudlin. It's one in the morning, I am in the middle of midterms, and I still have homework coming out of my ears like streamers!

I am going to attempt to sleep now.

current music: Take My Breath Away, Jessica Simpson (unfortunately)

ZZzzzz....

It's nearly eight-thirty and I'm knackered. It was a good day-- I only had to take a midterm and go to one other class. Then I read a whole novel, and now I'm doing nothing. Granted, I should work on some other homework, but I have a blasted headache that is preventing me, so I may just go to sleep and do it tomorrow after my morning class.

Done.

Unfourtunately when I say "done" I don't mean my homework, I mean the weekend. It has officially died and classes start again tomorrow, which is a tragedy of immense proportions. On the up-side, I have finally suceeded in making a dent (albeit a small one) by working all today and yesterday on miscellaneous homework assignments. I am....currently being distracted and can no longer remember what I was going to say.

Marissa's window was egged last night. Really gross, really unnecessary. I consoled her by explaining that the delinquints were probably angry at me for playing Les Miserables so much and they mixed up the windows. Don't think that she bought it, which is a shame, I tried my hardest.

Got Martin to agree to write me teh awesome-liest reference letter on the planet (woot!)

Grandad is out of surgery, they took out 90% of his stomach, and he is loaded up on morphine and there has to be someone with him all the time to remind him to breathe, because it hurts so much. But he's okay....mostly, and that's what matters. [ Love you grandad! Be strong mum. :) ]

Felipe came on friday, and now I cannot remember if I wrote about that already....sufficed to say, it was a great, if short, visit, and he took me out to East Side Mario's and fed me cheese cappiletti, and told me how much I looked like my mum. Then he took me to walmart, and then he drove off into the sunset...(actually, by that time it was already dark.)

That's it for now.

current music: The Highwayman, Loreena McKennit

At least I have a cookie...

I hate homework. I have been working all day and I have hardly made a dent in the pile. *sob*

I tried to post earlier today, and couldn't.Yesterday the internet was down. I hope this one works.

Way to ruin a saturday, homework.

Too much homework. Ew. I have almost finished first term, and I can't believe it. It's going to be Christmas in no time, and then summer, all over again. It's like my life is on fast-forward ever since University started. Unfortunately this also means that I seriously have to get my act together, since I have assignments and tests coming out of my ears like streamers. Classes end December first, which is approximately 40 days from now. and I have 2 final projects due for Education, a paper for Lit Theory, a paper for Canadian Lit a test in French Civ and anything else I have forgotten for the moment.

The kicker is, I really don't feel like working. *groan*

Mmmmmm....

I am so hungry!!!!!!!!!

We get Pizza Hut tonight in honour of Mrissa's birthday...oh glorious cheesy greasy-ness!!!

AHHH! I have just been informed that it will take 40 minutes to get here! Oh woe is me......

So starving. Im going to die. *moan* *moan*

Brrrrr...

It's cold!! Well actually it's 7 degrees out, so it isn't cold really, but I feel cold. It might have something to do with the fact that I have wet hair dripping down my back from my shower, but I just don't want to get up and blow dry it right now. Sunrise at 8:26 this morning, I missed it by 4 minutes. French test in an hour and 10 minutes. yeuch.

Happy birthday Marissa!! I am glad that you are a spoiled child! (and you are too, so don't beat Bradley up too much for his gargantuan present.) We will have teh blast tonight, I promise. I also promise that I will attempt to moderate your drinking. I mean, if you start running away like Sheila does, or say "I've got it covered, I've got it covered" like Alex does, than I will mostly leave you to it (especially since I will be drinking tonight as well.)

Well, the heat turned on, so I now have no excuse not to go downstairs and eat breakfast.

( Do you know that breaking your fast was what they did in the olden days? Why don't we break fast anymore? I mean, it doesn't shorten anything to say "So now I have no excuse not to go down and eat breakfast" rather than "So now I have no excuse not to go down and break my fast." In fact, the latter is more poetic! I mean, breaking your fast makes you sound like Ghandi, eating breakfast just implies that you have slept some of your life away so you might as well celebrate by stuffing yourself full of carbohydrates and bacon grease...)

*Groan*

Worst timing on the planet!!!

Guess who just e-mailed me? Well, the one person who shouldn't be e-mailing me at such an inopportune time, that's who. Stupid stupid boys. Sever contact for a couple months and then pop right back in say "sorry, didn't mean to neglect you" and expect to just....just....actually, I don't know what he expects.

Oh Andrew, what am I going to do with you?

Just checking in...

Alright well, I am oh so obviously not studying for french tomorrow, Corey and Mahjong being the vehicles behind this blatant procrastination. Did my presentation in Educ. today, and it went well. Of course I suddenly develloped a stutter, and I had to pee the entire time, but what can you do? I am in the middle of The Picture of Dorian Gray, which is an excellent novel by Oscar Wilde, who is one of my all-time favorites.

Tomorrow is Marissa's birthday, and we are going out. whoo. The remainder of teh weekend wil be spent on projects that need doing. I am so tired. But I really have to study, so I am going to do that for a while, before I go sleep.

current music: Punk Covers Ghostbusters

Weird....

wow. Dreams about cute Indian guys from india with a name like Zarah ( which is only spelled that way, not said that way, I know we had a whole dream-discussion about it) rescuing me and helping me find my family. Weird. It was so real. I even remember it now, which is even weirder. Hmmm. Kinda reminds me of....never mind. ;)

current mood: sleepy,warm,wishful

Movies y'all have to see, ya hear?

Alright y'all, welcome to the 1st appearance of:
"Movies y'all have to see, ya hear?"

Allow me to present to you Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind: a movie without parallel brought to you by Focus Pictures and in part by the Kate/Chris duo that introduced yours truly to the film.

For me, this movie is a complete turnaround, because it's actors do such a marvellous job and frankly I didn't expect them to. After this performance I have completely forgiven Kate Winslet her horrible part in Titanic. [Although her performance as Bitsy Bloom in The Life of David Gale, (which is also an excellent movie,but I digress...) also helped on the road to recovery. ] Jim Carey has once again proven himself to be a multifaceted actor-- you'll see none of the comedian in this movie. Slightly reminiscent of Memento in it's ability to confuse the living daylights out of you, you need to watch this movie twice to fully appreciate it. But believe me, it's worth it. In any case, that's enough of the commercial, anyone who is interested can follow the link that I will oh so kindly provide, and read the review.

[note: skip all that crap at the beginning, go to the very first user comment, you'll see what I mean]

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0338013/

current music: Superman, Andy Stochansky

OOOOH!

So cool, so very, very cool.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6116318/

I wish I was back there right now. I remember that Thierry had wanted to take me down there, but for some reason we never did. Damn. So cool.

In other news, I just woke up from a 3 and a half hour nap. I feel like I am going to die, and guess who has the night-class of death? Oh , I know! Me! I wish my prize was being allowed to melt into a puddle of sludge and just be allowed to lie there, stagnant, unwanted, and wallowing in my own misery. I am such a baby when I am sick. Kate's not even coming, she's disappeared off to have dinner with teh Chris. Bah.

Sleepeezy

The trees had leaves this weekend, I swear! What happened?!?!

It cold and dreary outside, and I have a nightclass tonight, and all I want to do is sleep. I couldn't last night... Famous Blue Raincoat was running through my head over and over and over... Have you noticed that when you repeat a word too many times it ceases having any meaning at all? What does over mean anyhow? Maybe I should be majoring in linguistics. Or maybe I should be majoring in "napping."

*yawn*

current music: This Place is a Prison, Postal Service

Uh Oh....

So...I made a mistake. Everyone makes them. At least I apologized. The flour Eira used was brought over by one of her friends...and it just happened to be exactly the same kind as mine. *sigh* I feel like a horrible bitch. I AM a horrible bitch. Told you so, Corey!

Mom says she is adopting Kate for the first week of Xmas vacation. I think it's hilarious, so great, we are like going to be wandering through Pearson humming the Mission Impossible theme...ahahaha.

My cannelloni was good. Everyone like it, so it made me happy.

Im sleepy.

The End.

current music: Sisters of Mercy, Leonard Cohen

*COUGH, COUGH*

Alright,
so once upon a time there was a very obnoxious and tiny girl from Guelph, who loved me very much. I loved her too, and for a while, it was good. Then I went away, and the tiny obnoxious girl missed me, and tried to fill the void in her heart with a boy, but it didn't fit right, and she still missed me. Then came the summer, and they played like in the old days, and it was good. Then a while passed, and the tiny girl and I moved out and went away again. For a long time we didn't talk, because both of us were very busy people. And the tiny obnoxious girl got mad at me for not talking to her, and she cried. Then I wrote this story and it was good.
THE END

This is retarded..I hate the computers at this schoool...why oh why will it let me type in the title line, but not in the actual blog?

 

PLEASE:

Rachel, stop whining. I will write about you when something happens that involves you. :P I still love you.

*sigh*

Tomorrow I guess.....Cause it didn't happen tonight.

current music: Best Deceptions, Dashbord Confessionals

Your hand at the level of your eyes!

"Oh Raoul! Raoul, no!"

God I love the Phantom of the Opera, and I am playing it (very loudly) because Kate said that I could. :D Yay for Kate, she's my hero! I was looking for Les Mis, but I realized I left it at home. What a tragedy. *sigh*

I wrote Olga, I mean Eira, a reproachful letter asking her to smarten up. I also documented it (SHIT AHHH!!! She just came to the door. We're "talking" later. I hate confrontation..maybe if I ran away....oh god oh god oh god...)

I have to call corey now. :'(

current music: The Point of No Return, Phantom

The aftermath

Well, she did the dishes. The kicker is though, that she left the few dishes that were there dirty beforehand!! And I had to clean up the chairs....God this is funny.

Crossing the line....

Wow. Drama in the household. Eira decided to have a party/large gathering (without telling us.) Bad, bad news. She did a whole shitload of unappropriate stuff. Shall I make a list? I think I will.

1) She didn't tell us.
2) She fed her guests USING MY FOOD.(sans permission)
3) She let her guests use Kate's drums. (Kate is LIVID)
4)They woke Marissa up at midnight (she has church in the am) with the drums.
5) One of her guests left the toilet seat up (Ew!!)
6) I can bet you any money that she won't do the dishes or clean up the mess.

Which equals: 3 very pissed off roomates, a boyfriend from DC and one very tiny finish girl.
I think she's in trouble.........

current music: TalkShow Host, Radiohead

PS-- It's still snowing.

current music: Breakfast at Tiffany's, Dave Matthews Band

Just goes to show you should never dance naked in front of windows....

Holy SHIT!

I just got the crap scared out of me by Yorick. Marissa and I were dancing around in front of the bay window, and I looked out, and all the sudden Yorick's head was in the bottom corner, staring at us! I just stopped and did this gay little squeak, but Marissa didn't register his face for a minute, and then started SCREAMING it was hilarious! Just like when Elise did the same thing to me at home-- only she was stoned and had an excuse!!

Im going to eat now, and try to make my heart calm down a bit

current music: White Flag, Dido

Borderline comatose

I'm bored and cold and tired. No hockey game tonight-- Lena and Sarah never called. Stupidheads.

I made crepes and brownies and fed Chris and Kate, because it was fun and kept me occupied. Now I am bored again, and I just want to go to sleep, but I can't because then I will wake up tonight and not be able to sleep anymore, and then I'll be mad at myself. Corey dyed his hair blonde...Im kinda afraid. Anyhow....Im going to go and.....do....something.

current music: Weapon, Matthew Good

miserable slushy coldness

Definately, it's snowing. And it's not that overnight stuff that we find on our windows the morning after, it's full blown, slush-snow at 1 O'clock in the afternoon. Horrid. It's only October, for heaven's sake!!

I didn't go to the Giant, because the only person I knew going was Eira, and I had horrible visions of her talking finish in front of me and ignoring me the whole time. She laughed at me yesterday too. For absolutely no reason, she walked by my room and I was typing at the computer, and she started laughing at me. And I was like "what the hell is your problem?" (obviously slightly more politely than that) And she told me that I was so "funny" and "weird" (basically that I had some issues) for wearing a hat indoors. What is her PROBLEM? WHy does is matter if I wear a hat in my bedroom? Get a life!!!

This is like that time I was in France and Veronique told me I didn't wash my hair properly because I didn't walk around with soapy hair hidden under a towel, for 30 minutes every day.

current music: Nothing, because Kate and Chris are slugabeds, and I have to be quiet. SHeesh.

Seeing spots!

Oooh.....I like these dots! They add a certain panache to this blog, don't you think?

I am excited, was looking through my cookbook, and I believe I will make Tandoori chicken this week. I had it once at Diana's, and I really enjoyed it.

Grandmaman called me, and asked me if I had received my birthday card. Apparently it has been lost in transit, which is a tragedy. I mean, there was a 50 dollar bill in there, so it's like I have a pair of shoes waiting in limbo calling out to me "Rae.....we're lost, come save us!" Alas, I can't, because I have no inside man in the postal service. Dan quit a while ago to pursue bigger and better things, which personally, I think is a shame.

I finally called my mother tonight, I haven't spoken to her or even emailed since I got back, I have been so busy. However, tonight was a complete study in leisure. I read an entire novel, watched a movie, tidyed my room, messed around online and sang like a crazy person. Isn't life grand? Most of the time. (Obviously having mood-swings as well)

current music: Simone, Donna Lewis

We're sorry, the number you have dialed is out of service.....

I just had the compulsion to check up on Andrew. But I can't. I have deleted him. He is now obsolete, no longer a part of my life. Was a conscious choice, I went through and deleted all his pictures, all his emails, his contact information. *sigh* I need to stop attaching myself to people.


current music: April Fools, Rufus Wainwright

Say hullo to the cheshire cat...

I have to say it. I am a FUCKING GENIUS!!!

Man oh man, I have got to be the happiest girl this side of Lake Superior. 92.64 % on that exam. I was all paranoid, because I was the first one finished, and so I read my answers over again, and didn't change anything, so I got nervous, but I pressed the "finish" button anyhow, and then, joy of joys, I got my most excellent results. I was grinning like an idiot on the walk back home, and I got a few looks. But geniuses are always outcasts anyhow, aren't they??? ^_^

Also got tickets to the hockey game tomorrow, and am probably going to hike up the Sleeping Giant as well, so long as it doesn't rain/snow.

current music: The District Sleeps Tonight, Postal Service

On your mark, get set, GO!

Alright, the readings are done with all of 30 minutes to spare. Go me! If only the room would stop spinning...


current music: Best Deceptions, Dashbord Confessionals

Awake, what?

Wel, I only pushed the snooze button 4 times this morning, which I, personally, take as a success of a sort. I now have 4 and a half hours to study for this exam, I should be able to rememeber SOMETHING from that. Right? right.

Whooshhhhh.... That tea is starting to kick in. Gotta get to work!!


current music: Hey Jeolousy, Gin Blossoms

Jeepers mister, that sucks!

Yuck, this exam isn't going to go too well, I don't think.

On the bright side, I watched Amelie and knitted for a few hours today, so I have headway on both my scarf and my french. Also, Christopher is here, (drumroll please) and Kate has already disappeared off the face of the earth (surprise surprise) She didn't even save me when Marissa was attacking me and locked me in the bathroom for 10 minutes. I was horrified.

And then Rachel sent me a picture of me looking more like a whale than I have ever seen myself looking. Happy happy joy joy....NOT.

current music: Drops of Jupiter, Train

mmmmmm.....

Chance of flurries today, but I have my French Vanilla crap-coffee mix, and a lovely gray wool sweater-- I am the soul of prepared-ness. I even read chapters 1 through 3 out of six chapters I need to read for the exam, so I am also the soul of exam-prepared-osity as well. Now I have to go to my very interesting and enlightening french class, followed by what is sure to be a lab that is most likely to be brain-numbing and painful. BUT it's my last class of the week (minus that exam tomorrow) so I can afford to be happy. Go me!!

current music: Black Boys on Mopeds, Sinead O'connor

Ordinary's just not good enough today.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR......................
I don't have enough angry music. I mean, I don't get the urge to headbang and scream very often, obviously, but I should be able to do better than Our Lady Peace. =[

I have to eat something, but I don't want to. Gah.

I went to class, an realized I have 2 celebrity look-alikes in my class: an Avril and a Demi Moore. It's kinda creepy.

Im sitting in the dark. Listening to my "angry music" and being....crummy.
I hate when I get like this.

I really should start going over those readings for Tech in Educ. But I don't wanna.

Rain rain go away.......

Why is it that every time I have to make the trek to the Borelaskan, it ends up pouring?

Oh well. I finished that french assignment last night (under duress) and I handed it in this morning. I will probably do abysmally, considering I didn't even re-read it, but what can you do? It isn't as if it was a huge assignment, and I have far too much on my plate right now to care about something that will probably amount to 1% of my mark in a class that I hate.
Right now I am much more concerned with the midterm I have on Friday, that I will probably fail if I don't get these readings done. I should never have taken Technology in Education, that's all.

I had a dream that I confronted Eira about her messy-finish-ness. I was all proud of myself, and happy that she threw a hissy fit and moved out. Then I woke up. Too bad it was a dream.

Cleaning frenzy...

WHoa now!

Kate and I are mad-housewives today. Im doing laundry, cooking some soup from scratch (a la grandmere) cleaning everything in sight (bathroom's next) re-arranging my room and it's actually fun... But then, I'm in a weird mood. Sent off some pictured to medicine hat (two years late :( Im a horrible person) SORRY MANDY!!! I LOVE YOU!

ANyway...off I go, clean, clean, cleaning.

Back in Black....

Well, my head is fuzzy from too much food, and I have started knitting obsessively. Good to be home..... ^_^

Homeward Bound...

Was a great great movie. I actually found a finnish printed version of the book before the movie, and made Eira buy it. Isnt that hilarious?

More to the point IM GOING HOME!!! AND what's more, I finished all the stuff I had to do before I left!! ( With minimal amounts of hair pulling, I might add) I'm very impressed. Really, a lot. :) Going home tomorrow im going home tomorrow...lalalalalala.

Anyhow, Im going to Tankard Tuesday now, because I can, because I DONT HAVE ANYTHING IMPORTANT TO DO!!!!!

Wait a minute....

Whoa!! Those posts, that I thought wernt working, were really working, while the page said it wasn't working....weird.....

Woe is me...

Whoa now. Im suffering from cramps, bad self-image, mood swings and chocolate cravings.

This kind of thing always ends in bloodshed.

Well now....

So, my computer just had a seizure or something. Gah. I tried to post yesterday, and it wouldn't let me. I tried like 5 times. Then I took a deep breath, and went to bed. Then I tried again and it wouldnt let me again. This time it was worse: "page not found" kept popping up. What's with that anyway? I guess my browser needed a break or something.

ANyhow. The wedding was good. A little awkward, since I didnt know many people, but what can you do? I actualy got a little annoyed during the ceremony. joel and jessie are having what I guess one would call a "traditional" marriage. Women being the weaker vessel and all that. Usually, since the whole feminist uprising, they shy away from that "weaker vessel" jazz, but not this wedding. Read it right out of the bible, women being lesser, weaker, "honored" - with the whole china cup vs. corelle analogy. needless to say, I was disgusted.

China cup my ass.

Test 1,2,9....

testing...again

Testing 1,2,9....

This is a test. Yesterday I tried to post and it wouldn't let me. I was very disappointed.

Whoo!

All psyched up for nanowrimo next month! It's a fantastically hilarious premise, and if all works out, I'll be a novelist by 20! How awesome is that? Accomplished and pretty? Who-da thunk it?

http://nanowrimo.org.

Whoo!!!

Whoo!!!

All psyched up for NANOWRIMO next month! I just signed up, and I'm super excited........... It's a hilarious premise, and it this works out, I'll have written a novel by 20. How awesome is that? I'll be accomplished and pretty. Who-da thunk it?

http://nanowrimo.org.

Roll your own half-baked theory.

Christianity and Islam have been the two most consistent opponents of infanticide.

Christianity and Islam have been the two most war-like religions.

I wonder if these facts are related.

[courtesy of Andrew K.]

Crack o' dawn

Wow, it's too early to be up this morning. 8am on Sunday? Who has a wedding at 8am on a sunday? well..nobody, actually, the wedding's at 11. I wish I could have some toast, but I lack the necessary ingredients (ie. Bread) but tonight I am going to go and do a light grocery shopping while Kate buys everything she can find....just because she can. I have heartburn and bad breath. I should go and take care of that before the wedding.

Take off eh? You Hoser!!

Do we talk like that? I mean, is our "eh" more blatant than their "y'all?" What is it about "eh" that encourages so much teasing? And what's a hoser I'd like to know?

Oh well. Strange Brew was pretty freaking hilarious, even if Americans think Canadians are donut-obsessed illiterate shmucks whose neurons have been frozen to death by the cold.

mmmm.....saturday tastes like chocolate

I'm all alone!!! Kate and Mrissa are at the mall, and Eerie is who knows where. You know what that means? It means I can listen to whatever dorky music my roomates can't stand to listen to! Leonard Cohen,the Phantom, Les Mis, and the Rankin Family: YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Democracy is coming....... to the U.S.A....................................

?!?!?!

Wow...I dont understand how those posts got written at the "same" time and got put in the wrong order. I'm confused. It had something to do with the back button I think.... Flip the last two comments around if you will. Read them backward or upside-down. Whatever.

I feel better...

Wow. I feel better, and I only wrote that post a half hour ago. It's amazing what a good friend cooking you dinner can do. I even fixed my Shit key, that is, shiFt key by blowing on it really really hard. Now I'm dizzy, but the key is fixed.

damn ShiT ShiftTTT KeY1!11111!!

Feel like shit, pissed off at the world. I don't even know why, although I do know that the fact that my shift key keeps sticking is contributing quite a bit.It's the little things that drag you down...

Rain Rain Go Away.........

I can't believe it's October already! I have so much to do!! I have to do all the readings for my Educ technology class by the time I get back from Guelph, I have to do a close reading of a poem due the day I leave, I have a French assignment due right after I get back, a french test right after I get back, a french composition that I just finished yesterday ---and that I'm not happy with I have to do an annotated bibliography for can.lit and I just don't wanna!

It's raining outside, and of course I have to walk to the Borelaskan today. I will be so soaked that I will have to walk there, come home and change and then go to the library to work.

I had the weirdest dream ever last night. I was god know's where, at a rundown farm or something, that supposedly belonged to my grandparents, and there was wildlife everywhere I saw a baby fawn and I saw like 6 mooses, and a baby calf, which I walked next to without knowing, and the mother charged but calmed down when I just kept walking straight ahead with my eyes down. I was carrying a baby raccoon in my arms, who kept accidently scratching and bruising me, and Marc was there, pontificating as usual. Heh.