Making more progress on my board game. I've chosen cool themed fonts (duh) for all the different categories of questions. I am so clever.
Wonder how long this energy will last...
Monday, December 05, 2011
Wow Hyper
So I just got back from Curves and holy crap do I have a lot of energy. "Moves like Jagger" was on the radio, so I blasted it the whole way home. I barged in the door and just had to dance with Dublin. I picked him up and we danced around the kitchen, much to the dismay of my Mother. Then I put him down and danced some more. Why am I telling you this? It's the first time in weeks if not months that I actually feel semi-normal again. I feel like I actually have energy. Yay for improvement!
Making more progress on my board game. I've chosen cool themed fonts (duh) for all the different categories of questions. I am so clever.
Wonder how long this energy will last...
Making more progress on my board game. I've chosen cool themed fonts (duh) for all the different categories of questions. I am so clever.
Wonder how long this energy will last...
Sunday, December 04, 2011
Result
Okay. so the pizza wasn't bad. Maybe it was even a bit good. But it's not pizza. Some other sort of open-face wrap or whatever, but pizza is not meant to be like that.
Had a pretty stressful dinner conversation. It made me pretty upset. I feel guilty about my money situation, and completely hopeless about fixing it. Spending addiction: one more problem to deal with with my non-existent psychologist. Hmm that's going great. I just had a shower and straightened my hair for the first timer since Thanksgiving ... the Canadian one! Making myself look good unfortunately doesn't make me feel any better.
Tomorrow morning I'm going with Maman to Costco, and then hopefully I can start at Sunrise in the afternoon. I'd love to be able to go and do trivia and play Scrabble and chair yoga, or whatever they have going on. I hope they don't make me wait until my criminal check clears. Not that I have a criminal record, mind you, it's policy when working with the elderly.
I am so so so exhausted after my day, it was incredibly stressful and upsetting. I really want to just go veg on the couch and play Skyrim for a bit, to take my mind off my life. Yah it's avoiding and yah I'm not supposed to do that but too bad. Hopefully I can get out of my phone call tonight.
PS. I think people are hypocrites relating to the Aboriginal crisis in northern Ontario right now. It makes me angry. Perhaps I will elaborate further tomorrow.
Day 6
I got to sleep in this morning until 12:45 which was nice. Almost 12 hours of sleep; here it is 6pm and I've not needed a nap, and I don't feel overly tired. So I guess that's good. After breakfast I was taken by surprised and forced to go on a walk. I was going to work on my homework, so that kinda annoyed me. We walked for an hour, by the end of which my knees and hips were killing me. Mommy and Daddy talked to me about managing my finances (which I really suck at), and trying to get help for my problems. Of course, the medical world has months-long waiting lists, so it could be quite a while. They're going to help me not get worse until then.
Finally when we got home i was able to work on my project. It's actually pretty fun, at least so far. I'm making a board game for my Crime and Media class. It's sort of a mix between Monopoly, Life and Harry Potter Trivia.I've spend all afternoon continuing with my research for trivia questions. I just read the Frizl case and I was thoroughly intrigues, astonished and disturbed. If you have the time, you really should read the article!
Guess what? Pizza for dinner! Guess what else? It's being ruined. I have an issue with "ruining good food". I'll eat my healthy vegetables no problem! Just don't try to make something like spaghetti, pizza or hamburgers healthy. I hate it when my parents ruin spaghetti sauce by putting in mushrooms and zucchini and peppers. Spaghetti sauce to me is strictly bolognese, and you cannot tarnish it's deliciousness with crap. I'll have a side salad or steamed broccoli or grilled zucchini, just stop ruining my whole meal. Tonight is pizza, yes, but it has chicken instead of pepperoni (and we all know how I feel about chicken!), mushrooms (the only good thing), green and red peppers, olives, onions. That's not even a type of pizza. I'm okay with all dressed, I actually really like it. But pepperoni is like the best part of a pizza, and what's the point of making something delicious in to something gross. Makes me not like pizza. No, I take that back. I like pizza, just not this. Grilled chicken with BBQ sauce, fine. But not chicken and tomato sauce. I am very annoyed. I will try to give a fair assessment later.
~Mourning pizza,
Finally when we got home i was able to work on my project. It's actually pretty fun, at least so far. I'm making a board game for my Crime and Media class. It's sort of a mix between Monopoly, Life and Harry Potter Trivia.I've spend all afternoon continuing with my research for trivia questions. I just read the Frizl case and I was thoroughly intrigues, astonished and disturbed. If you have the time, you really should read the article!
Guess what? Pizza for dinner! Guess what else? It's being ruined. I have an issue with "ruining good food". I'll eat my healthy vegetables no problem! Just don't try to make something like spaghetti, pizza or hamburgers healthy. I hate it when my parents ruin spaghetti sauce by putting in mushrooms and zucchini and peppers. Spaghetti sauce to me is strictly bolognese, and you cannot tarnish it's deliciousness with crap. I'll have a side salad or steamed broccoli or grilled zucchini, just stop ruining my whole meal. Tonight is pizza, yes, but it has chicken instead of pepperoni (and we all know how I feel about chicken!), mushrooms (the only good thing), green and red peppers, olives, onions. That's not even a type of pizza. I'm okay with all dressed, I actually really like it. But pepperoni is like the best part of a pizza, and what's the point of making something delicious in to something gross. Makes me not like pizza. No, I take that back. I like pizza, just not this. Grilled chicken with BBQ sauce, fine. But not chicken and tomato sauce. I am very annoyed. I will try to give a fair assessment later.
~Mourning pizza,
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Day 1
So here we are, Day 1 of my recovery. I'm tired and don't feel like writing, I'm going to go see if I can sneak a quick nap on the couch.
Maman allowed me to sleep in today until 2:30. Daddy said that since it's my first day, I can't be expected to get back into the swing of things right away. It took an hour to eat breakfast, and then Mommy took me to Curves as part of my recovery. Yay for exercise every day. I don't have any feelings about it at all; not mad or annoyed or excited or anything. Going back at 5 for my orientation and first work out.
Nap time.
Maman allowed me to sleep in today until 2:30. Daddy said that since it's my first day, I can't be expected to get back into the swing of things right away. It took an hour to eat breakfast, and then Mommy took me to Curves as part of my recovery. Yay for exercise every day. I don't have any feelings about it at all; not mad or annoyed or excited or anything. Going back at 5 for my orientation and first work out.
Nap time.
Monday, November 28, 2011
My Long-Awaited Return
Yes, I know I have been away for far too long, but I have a decent reason.
I have been totally overwhelmed from school, to the point of depression. I spent two weeks sleeping every moment I was able to sneak in. I stopped going to classes, didn't do any homework, or even anything fun, like quilting or reading. See? Actually a problem. A week and a half ago, I went to the walk in clinic and was diagnosed with vegetative depression. I then spent a night in the hospital, only to be sent home (and really, I just went back to bed). My mom came for a few days to try and help me out, but it was decided the best thing for me to do was to come back home with her.
I have decided to share this for a few reasons. Very importantly, is that depression is nothing to be ashamed about. I am not embarrassed or ashamed of this, it happens to many people and just needs to be dealt with. It was also suggested to me that I need to get back into things that I used to enjoy, and blogging about my experience will hopefully be therapeutic as well.
I don't know who will read this, if anyone, and so I am really doing it for myself. I promise to be as honest as possible with my feelings and what is going on. I will just say for the record that suicide is not at all a consideration. Like I keep telling people, "I don't want to die, I just want to sleep". In all honestly, I just need to find purpose again.
Wish me well,
I have been totally overwhelmed from school, to the point of depression. I spent two weeks sleeping every moment I was able to sneak in. I stopped going to classes, didn't do any homework, or even anything fun, like quilting or reading. See? Actually a problem. A week and a half ago, I went to the walk in clinic and was diagnosed with vegetative depression. I then spent a night in the hospital, only to be sent home (and really, I just went back to bed). My mom came for a few days to try and help me out, but it was decided the best thing for me to do was to come back home with her.
I have decided to share this for a few reasons. Very importantly, is that depression is nothing to be ashamed about. I am not embarrassed or ashamed of this, it happens to many people and just needs to be dealt with. It was also suggested to me that I need to get back into things that I used to enjoy, and blogging about my experience will hopefully be therapeutic as well.
I don't know who will read this, if anyone, and so I am really doing it for myself. I promise to be as honest as possible with my feelings and what is going on. I will just say for the record that suicide is not at all a consideration. Like I keep telling people, "I don't want to die, I just want to sleep". In all honestly, I just need to find purpose again.
Wish me well,
Monday, August 01, 2011
Nearing the End... Hand Quilting Time!
So I am very excited, and I just had to share, so that you may all enjoy my happiness. I have finally finished the top of my current quilt project! My previous post explained that it's my adaptation of an Originellie's pattern. It's a folk art quilt, as many of her patterns are, but I think I've pulled very far away from anything remotely folk-art-inspired, and modded it up with my modern tastes. I love it, and I think it's gorgeous. But still, no picture until it's finished!
I just started to hand quilt (yes, I'm going to hand quilt the whole thing, that's just what I do ... and I love hand work!) I couldn't help myself, I had to start before I could tear myself away to blog. Or eat; suddenly I just realized that I'm starving.
Stitch in Time
I just started to hand quilt (yes, I'm going to hand quilt the whole thing, that's just what I do ... and I love hand work!) I couldn't help myself, I had to start before I could tear myself away to blog. Or eat; suddenly I just realized that I'm starving.
Stitch in Time
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Back To My Love (Quilting!)
Has it ever been a long time since I've posted! Unfortunately my classes, job search and other blog (Reading In Love it's the one I update most often) has kept me very busy. Last night, however, I sat down on the couch with one of my current projects, and my list of TV shows to catch up on, and had a really wonderful evening.
The quilt I'm working on at the moment is largely based on Originellie's pattern Garden Club. I have featured my three cats, added some butterflies, and of course used fabric that is so my taste. Here's the original pattern as a little teaser, but I won't post pictures of my quilt until it's at least mostly finished.
The quilt I'm working on at the moment is largely based on Originellie's pattern Garden Club. I have featured my three cats, added some butterflies, and of course used fabric that is so my taste. Here's the original pattern as a little teaser, but I won't post pictures of my quilt until it's at least mostly finished.
I do have to spend a lot of the day putting my kitchen back together after the work we had done. Mostly just a fix-up/clean-up, but we had to empty the room just the same. I refuse to let this take too much time, as I have quilting to do! Obviously, that's way more important!
In Stitches
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Ottawa Works!
Quick little note to tourists coming to the big city of Ottawa. I have a list of the top six most important venues to visit while in town.
- The Works - The Glebe
- The Works - Manor Park
- The Works - Hunt Club
- The Works - Westboro Village
- The Works - Orleans
- The Works - Kanata
Wondering what to do about the menu? (Check it out here!) I have a few favourites to suggest:
- Beef burger is great for the unadventurous, but try the Portobello mushroom cap, or the Elk Burger, yum!
- Dead Ringer, Five Fine Herbs, Growler Five-O, Peppercorn Broiler♥, Richie's Butte Special, Roughrider's Special♥, Smokey Mountain, Three Ring Binder
- Tower-O-Rings♥, Factory Fries, Sweet Potato Fries, Lumpy Mashed
- Milkshakes: banana chocolate♥, cherry chocolate, peanut butter chocolate, chocolate orange, orange coconut ... (in all honesty, I'm sure they're ll amazing, so just pick whatever flavour tickles your fancy!)
KILL-ME-NOW
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Two down, two to go
I had my second of four exams this morning: Theories of Personality. In truth, this class was more of the existential garbage which I hate. We were tested on eight or so men who were psychologists, most of them having rather philosophical or existential views; Fromm, Laing and Frankl, to name a few. The exam comprised of 80 multiple choice questions, 10 fill in the blank (which I hate) and ten definitions. I think I did okay on the MC and the definitions, but the fill in the blanks are so annoyingly ambiguous...there are several answers that make sense and fit, but only one specific one will actually be marked right, and of course synonyms are usually never good enough. I really don't mind though, because for this class the teacher gave us several marking options, and I chose to do the test and write the take-home which guarantees a C. And I'm okay with that. I have to be. Now I have a few days off to relax, and spend some of the Easter holiday with Matt.
And I am mellow, and don't feel like writing any more right now. Tomorrow I am planning on finishing my room clean up, and reading more of Rumors. Now it's time for chocolate ice cream with Rolo syrup, yummmm.
Thought I'd share a funny FML: Today, I discovered why my boyfriend was always so excited to spend the night at my place. Sex with my roommate. FML.
And I am mellow, and don't feel like writing any more right now. Tomorrow I am planning on finishing my room clean up, and reading more of Rumors. Now it's time for chocolate ice cream with Rolo syrup, yummmm.
Thought I'd share a funny FML: Today, I discovered why my boyfriend was always so excited to spend the night at my place. Sex with my roommate. FML.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Crash and Burn
Well I just finished my first exam, which is the hardest of them all. I wasn't sure if I was going to classify it as my hardest but now I definitely know it to be so! There is no way that anything could be harder than that.
I don't know if I want to laugh or cry, or some creepy-hysterical combination of the two. Hmm probably the hysterical one. Allow me to fill you in: 75 multiple choice questions worth 70%; I knew a bit more than half and think I did okay with guessing the rest. Not bad right? WRONG! The next part was short answers, five questions worth a total of 30%. And I didn't know the answer to a single one.
I'm really not kidding.
One question asked something about how treatment of mental illness was improved and name the important figures in such transformation. Oh yah! I remember studying this! There was a list of people and they each contributed one thing. Um ... well one person ordered the patients to be released from their chains ... um, another person founded the York Retreat which was supposed to be a centre where the mentally insane were to be treated kindly. And then ... um ... someone said that mental illness does not equal criminality. Um ...
So I wrote that. Pretty much exactly that, literally leaving an underlined space where the names would go, so I could go back and fill it in if I remembered it later. (You have permission to laugh. I sure did when I was reviewing it: "you thought you'd remember?! Oh dear, Caitlyn...")
I vaguely remember one of the questions to be about the discrepancies within the field of neocontemporary something-or-other. Um hmm yah forget it. It got so bad during the exam that I started to confuse who Skinner and Watson and Piaget were and what they did. And forget about the other randoms. Hull, Bartlett, possibly a Hall, definitely dozens of others ... I just had no clue.
One of the other short answer questions asked what were the antecedents of Gestalt psychology? Hmm, well I remember that Gestalt psychology has to do with perception and all those optical illusions. And I remember reading about Functionalism before Gestalt. And I remember that someone named James had something to do with functionalism (I think? or was it Hull? or someone-else-whose-name-completely-escapes-me-right-now? Knowing my luck, effing-probably.) So I wrote "James developed functionalism, which was an antecedent to Gestalt Psychology". ...and that's it.
Like, that's when I filled in my Scantron form, and got up, and left. FML.
I don't know if I want to laugh or cry, or some creepy-hysterical combination of the two. Hmm probably the hysterical one. Allow me to fill you in: 75 multiple choice questions worth 70%; I knew a bit more than half and think I did okay with guessing the rest. Not bad right? WRONG! The next part was short answers, five questions worth a total of 30%. And I didn't know the answer to a single one.
I'm really not kidding.
One question asked something about how treatment of mental illness was improved and name the important figures in such transformation. Oh yah! I remember studying this! There was a list of people and they each contributed one thing. Um ... well one person ordered the patients to be released from their chains ... um, another person founded the York Retreat which was supposed to be a centre where the mentally insane were to be treated kindly. And then ... um ... someone said that mental illness does not equal criminality. Um ...
So I wrote that. Pretty much exactly that, literally leaving an underlined space where the names would go, so I could go back and fill it in if I remembered it later. (You have permission to laugh. I sure did when I was reviewing it: "you thought you'd remember?! Oh dear, Caitlyn...")
I vaguely remember one of the questions to be about the discrepancies within the field of neocontemporary something-or-other. Um hmm yah forget it. It got so bad during the exam that I started to confuse who Skinner and Watson and Piaget were and what they did. And forget about the other randoms. Hull, Bartlett, possibly a Hall, definitely dozens of others ... I just had no clue.
One of the other short answer questions asked what were the antecedents of Gestalt psychology? Hmm, well I remember that Gestalt psychology has to do with perception and all those optical illusions. And I remember reading about Functionalism before Gestalt. And I remember that someone named James had something to do with functionalism (I think? or was it Hull? or someone-else-whose-name-completely-escapes-me-right-now? Knowing my luck, effing-probably.) So I wrote "James developed functionalism, which was an antecedent to Gestalt Psychology". ...and that's it.
Like, that's when I filled in my Scantron form, and got up, and left. FML.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Multitask Much?
I was stumbling through the blog-o-sphere earlier today, reading some blog reviews for Mockingjay, comparing them with my recent review post. (By the way, mine is the best! Check it out: here) It seems that a lot of people like to share with the world their playlist they put on while reading.
Hang a tick. Say what now? People listen to music while they read?
How in the world can people concentrate? If I want to read on the bus, I can't listen to my music. I do have to keep my headphones in to drown out the mindless, brain numbing noises made by utterly dumb corpses polluting the earth (too angry?) ... If I'm trying to study, I can't have any noise. Even if I get caught up in a quick blurb online or in the paper or something, I can't help but tune everything else out.
Does this make me strange? Am I the anomaly? Should I be able to listen to music while reading, and be able to pay attention to both? Or are other people the strange ones? Or are they perhaps not able to immerse themselves as fully in their novels as am I, and therefore are actually impeding their own reading pleasure?
Thoughts/Comments/Questions?
Hang a tick. Say what now? People listen to music while they read?
How in the world can people concentrate? If I want to read on the bus, I can't listen to my music. I do have to keep my headphones in to drown out the mindless, brain numbing noises made by utterly dumb corpses polluting the earth (too angry?) ... If I'm trying to study, I can't have any noise. Even if I get caught up in a quick blurb online or in the paper or something, I can't help but tune everything else out.
Does this make me strange? Am I the anomaly? Should I be able to listen to music while reading, and be able to pay attention to both? Or are other people the strange ones? Or are they perhaps not able to immerse themselves as fully in their novels as am I, and therefore are actually impeding their own reading pleasure?
Thoughts/Comments/Questions?
Friday, April 08, 2011
The Infinite Question...
What do I do now?
I am so frustrated; I don't want to do anything. Literally, I've been pondering this for the past hour or so. I have tons of things I could do, and not even all of them are chores. I don't want to watch TV or a movie, I don't want to play any video game, I don't want to read, I don't want to cook or eat, I don't want to quilt. I don't want to do the dishes or tidy my bedroom. Taxes, write a cover letter for my CV, look for jobs, colour, sudoku or crosswords, read school books. Nothing.
I don't even want to sleep! Come on people, that's got to mean something!
So I suppose I'll just vegetate. Yum.
I am so frustrated; I don't want to do anything. Literally, I've been pondering this for the past hour or so. I have tons of things I could do, and not even all of them are chores. I don't want to watch TV or a movie, I don't want to play any video game, I don't want to read, I don't want to cook or eat, I don't want to quilt. I don't want to do the dishes or tidy my bedroom. Taxes, write a cover letter for my CV, look for jobs, colour, sudoku or crosswords, read school books. Nothing.
I don't even want to sleep! Come on people, that's got to mean something!
So I suppose I'll just vegetate. Yum.
Thursday, April 07, 2011
Commercials
Ahh yes, Geico. They have the most amazing commercials! My personal favourite is "does a former Drill Sergeant make a terrible therapist?". It's just too funny. I love the one about Elmer Fudd too (okay people, google the link yourself, I can't always do all the work for you....) Probably the best part about the commercials, as Holly pointed out last night, is that there are so many of them, this way you never get sick of them 'cause you're always seeing a different one. Plus the fact that they're so darned clever and entertaining I'd watch them out of my own free will!
Though the commercials are just supposed to be a way to grab people's attention (which they do), I don't know if it would make me want to switch insurance companies ... I guess personally that isn't an issue, but it makes me wonder just how effective these commercials are.
Which reminds me: election time is coming up. This means that everyone and their mother is campaigning. As I have previously mentioned I hate politics. Really a lot. I know enough to know that my views and beliefs fall in with the Liberals, but don't care much further than that (around election time I always do look into things to be sure I make an informed vote. But that's not the point right now). Their commercials are comical. I saw on TV shows (like One Tree Hill) that in the states they have commercials which are basically trying to discredit their opponent. I really thought that was either a joke, exaggerated, or just an American thing. Well apparently now we Canadians do the same thing. My opinion is if you can't get votes based on your platform, then you don't deserve them. Telling us that the other team cheated brings us back to the playground. Grow up already!
Dammit for some reason now I have a craving for McDonalds. Mmmmm Big Mac....
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Excitement? Destroyed.
You know that feeling you have when you're waiting for something exciting? An e-mail or instant message from a crush? A phone call for a job interview? A date to ring the doorbell? Well, I'm sure that's how all you, my readers, have been feeling lately. Right? Because I have been slacking on blogging lately. I'm going to try hard and keep up with things.
I ate too much goat cheese dip for dinner, and I have a headache, so all the posts I had planned for tonight will have to wait until tomorrow. [Except for one]...
Actually I had that feeling today. Matt needs a new apartment (his current landlord wants to kick him out for not being able to pay rent ... it's a long story but basically he was let go from his job around Christmas without warning, and none of the jobs he's applied for or started working at have panned out. Plus, the rent being asked for the shithole he lives in now is outrageous). There's an amazing place four houses away from his current place (which is still a perfect location) that's a great price and comes with furniture, which he doesn't have, twice as much room as he has now, and more or less a private bathroom. Sounds great, right? Well he got the place! It's so perfect and I was on cloud nine when I found out! A real bed, more room to live in ... it's so exciting!
Yah well, apparantly one of his potential rommates is allergic to cats, so Matt can't bring Pepper and Simba, so he won't move in. Except that I am very allergic to cats too, and they don't bother me. Plus, they don't even shed! Piss me right off the horse. Holly said it was okay for them to come live here, which I think is perfect :) I know Matt may be a bit lonely, but maybe he'll be okay to take Pepper. I'm going to arrange for the roommate to see Pepper and find out if he has a reaction to her. Damn people, won't even give it a chance.
I really need to go to bed now. Remind me to tell you tomorrow about Geico commercials.
I ate too much goat cheese dip for dinner, and I have a headache, so all the posts I had planned for tonight will have to wait until tomorrow. [Except for one]...
Actually I had that feeling today. Matt needs a new apartment (his current landlord wants to kick him out for not being able to pay rent ... it's a long story but basically he was let go from his job around Christmas without warning, and none of the jobs he's applied for or started working at have panned out. Plus, the rent being asked for the shithole he lives in now is outrageous). There's an amazing place four houses away from his current place (which is still a perfect location) that's a great price and comes with furniture, which he doesn't have, twice as much room as he has now, and more or less a private bathroom. Sounds great, right? Well he got the place! It's so perfect and I was on cloud nine when I found out! A real bed, more room to live in ... it's so exciting!
Yah well, apparantly one of his potential rommates is allergic to cats, so Matt can't bring Pepper and Simba, so he won't move in. Except that I am very allergic to cats too, and they don't bother me. Plus, they don't even shed! Piss me right off the horse. Holly said it was okay for them to come live here, which I think is perfect :) I know Matt may be a bit lonely, but maybe he'll be okay to take Pepper. I'm going to arrange for the roommate to see Pepper and find out if he has a reaction to her. Damn people, won't even give it a chance.
I really need to go to bed now. Remind me to tell you tomorrow about Geico commercials.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Don't Steal in California!
Last night in Crim class, we watched a movie about the prisons in Susanville CA. The idea is that they're taking over the county, supposedly providing jobs, but actually taking away business (which loses jobs) and imports products instead of buying locally. The film followed a few peoples' stories, and one in particular I found quite amazing.
This couple (Lonnie and Jennifer) and their two sons were living in their car, and Lonnie had a job interview somewhere near Susanville. They literally had just enough money to fill the gas tank to get there. The kids were sitting in the back screaming and crying out of starvation because they hadn't been able to afford food for a few days. So they stopped in Susanville, and Lonnie went in to a depanneur (aka: variety store for all you crazy non-Quebeckers) and stole a loaf of bread, some noodles and juice, basically just a bit of food for his kids, and the groceries were worth only $28. He was caught and sent to prison for sixteen months! That's almost a year and a half. For feeding his kids by stealing $30. I feel like I have that much money in change in my couch cushions; it's basically nothing! What the crap is the big deal?! It was so depressing to hear him talk about how useless he felt when he couldn't feed his kids, and of course he was on probation for a year, and couldn't leave Susanville. Catch-22 here: all the jobs in Susanville have been wiped out because of the prison, so you're limited to prison guard or unemployed. Being an "ex-con" he isn't allowed to work in the prison. And he needs a job to support his family and be eligible for release from parole. What bullshit.
I have a quilter's workshop on Saturday to make a Celtic table runner. I'm so excited! It's going to be my first workshop, and I am actually a little worried how I'm supposed to get all my stuff there: machine, rotary mat, fabric, iron, accessories and supplies...and I have to take the bus. I'll post a picture when I get home on Saturday. The fabric I picked is gorgeous, but so not me! I'm so excited to see how it will turn out!
This couple (Lonnie and Jennifer) and their two sons were living in their car, and Lonnie had a job interview somewhere near Susanville. They literally had just enough money to fill the gas tank to get there. The kids were sitting in the back screaming and crying out of starvation because they hadn't been able to afford food for a few days. So they stopped in Susanville, and Lonnie went in to a depanneur (aka: variety store for all you crazy non-Quebeckers) and stole a loaf of bread, some noodles and juice, basically just a bit of food for his kids, and the groceries were worth only $28. He was caught and sent to prison for sixteen months! That's almost a year and a half. For feeding his kids by stealing $30. I feel like I have that much money in change in my couch cushions; it's basically nothing! What the crap is the big deal?! It was so depressing to hear him talk about how useless he felt when he couldn't feed his kids, and of course he was on probation for a year, and couldn't leave Susanville. Catch-22 here: all the jobs in Susanville have been wiped out because of the prison, so you're limited to prison guard or unemployed. Being an "ex-con" he isn't allowed to work in the prison. And he needs a job to support his family and be eligible for release from parole. What bullshit.
I have a quilter's workshop on Saturday to make a Celtic table runner. I'm so excited! It's going to be my first workshop, and I am actually a little worried how I'm supposed to get all my stuff there: machine, rotary mat, fabric, iron, accessories and supplies...and I have to take the bus. I'll post a picture when I get home on Saturday. The fabric I picked is gorgeous, but so not me! I'm so excited to see how it will turn out!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Chris Brown: to like or not to like?
So I'm on the bus on the way to my three hour Crim class. I don't want to go, but I have to hand in my paper that's half done and a week late. I'm sitting here listening to my Spring 2011 playlist, and the song Yeah3x by Chris Brown is playing. Because I try to rate most of my music, I was deciding between 3 stars (I like it) and 4 stars (I really like it, and want to add it to my playlist of favourites). I decided on 4 stars because as it turns out, I really did want it to be rotated in with my other favourite songs.
My train of through went like this: I started thinking what's in my playlist of favourites, and I realized Chris Brown's song Forever is like a 6/5 and definitely on that list. Since I just saw his interview with Good Morning America, I was thinking about that situation. He's totally cracked. I understand that he wants to talk about his album, but you're in the wrong and you're in the spotlight, you can't exactly tell the world when the situation is over. Rihanna can, as the victim, but Chris Brown cannot.
Insert: in all honestly i dont even know if i believe the whole situation. i admit i was out of the know at the time, but for some reason I didn't really feel like following it. I'm not very star-obsessed, I really just like the music. Please don't anyone take this the wrong way, I am not belitling the situation.
Musically I am so on Chris' side. I said musically, people, I don't endorse domestic violence! I was thinking about all their music, and I really hate a lot of Rihanna's music (well, really dislike). Umbrella, Don't Stop The Music, Rude Boy, Only Girl In The World. (I do like some songs, like Love The Way You Lie and Rehab♥). And Chris Brown's music I love: Yeah3x, With You, Forever♥. I just realized how odd that was.
BTW: Forever is ♥♥♥
My train of through went like this: I started thinking what's in my playlist of favourites, and I realized Chris Brown's song Forever is like a 6/5 and definitely on that list. Since I just saw his interview with Good Morning America, I was thinking about that situation. He's totally cracked. I understand that he wants to talk about his album, but you're in the wrong and you're in the spotlight, you can't exactly tell the world when the situation is over. Rihanna can, as the victim, but Chris Brown cannot.
Insert: in all honestly i dont even know if i believe the whole situation. i admit i was out of the know at the time, but for some reason I didn't really feel like following it. I'm not very star-obsessed, I really just like the music. Please don't anyone take this the wrong way, I am not belitling the situation.
Musically I am so on Chris' side. I said musically, people, I don't endorse domestic violence! I was thinking about all their music, and I really hate a lot of Rihanna's music (well, really dislike). Umbrella, Don't Stop The Music, Rude Boy, Only Girl In The World. (I do like some songs, like Love The Way You Lie and Rehab♥). And Chris Brown's music I love: Yeah3x, With You, Forever♥. I just realized how odd that was.
BTW: Forever is ♥♥♥
Monday, March 28, 2011
What's Going On?
Is there something in the air? Did Holly and I awaken spirits on Saturday when we played boardgames by candles? (Pope John Paul ... best guess/luck ever).
Today makes it the second day in, oh I guess a week, that I am being haunted by my past. You know when something happens and you get over it, you write it off, get over it, believe that it's in the past and move on? Yah, well I did that. And now that wall I put up is being bombed down. And I am in too much shock to do anything.
Sometimes you force yourself to forget things because they are too confusing or painful to constantly dwell on. A lot of people repress their childhoods, or certain relationships. Why do those memories seem to always jump back when you finally believe you're over them?
I don't even know if this makes sense, I am still so confused. Also, considering, I am too scared to say anything concrete for fear of scaring it away.
Today makes it the second day in, oh I guess a week, that I am being haunted by my past. You know when something happens and you get over it, you write it off, get over it, believe that it's in the past and move on? Yah, well I did that. And now that wall I put up is being bombed down. And I am in too much shock to do anything.
Sometimes you force yourself to forget things because they are too confusing or painful to constantly dwell on. A lot of people repress their childhoods, or certain relationships. Why do those memories seem to always jump back when you finally believe you're over them?
I don't even know if this makes sense, I am still so confused. Also, considering, I am too scared to say anything concrete for fear of scaring it away.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Criminology Paper = Prison!
"Prison is not only a place for the incarcerated."
Definitely. Prison takes the form of Criminology papers and is out to get me.
Okay, I will admit that the article I am (almost) finished reading is moderately interesting. It's a 40 page story describing inch by inch the experiences of family who want to visit their incarcerated loved ones at the San Quentin prison. It really opens the eyes of yours truly; an upper-middle class young adult who really doesn't know the first thing about imprisonment (other than what I learn in my classes of course). I have come to the conclusion that while being imprisoned is no walk in the park, it sucks just as much to be the wife or child who is attempting to visit their criminal kin. Okay, lesson learned, can I go play Mario Kart now?!
Yes, I am full aware that I am procrastinating. But somehow I got suckered in to telling my teacher that I would be finished this monstrous creation by tonight, and now I'm going back and kicking my yesterday's dumb-ass behind. I am in the frame of mind right now that it is a completely hopeless task, and I may as well give up before I waste my time trying to write a good paper; it will probably get an F anyway, seeing as it's so late.
It doesn't help that Dublin is sitting on the chair staring at me. Taunting me is more like it. He's communicating that he may shit in a box but he can sleep and play and eat whenever he wants, and that to him, right now I look pathetic.
"Suck an elf!"
Um little insert: apparently in the UK, wives of prisoners are subject to strip searches due to increased security measures, and are considered "humiliating, especially, for example for women, who ... might be asked to remove [tampons] (Codd 2008, p. 61)". So what do the wardens say: "Um, excuse me miss, would you mind removing your tampon, I need to check your vagina to see if you're smuggling in heroin." Sexual harassment much? WTF?!!
Definitely. Prison takes the form of Criminology papers and is out to get me.
Okay, I will admit that the article I am (almost) finished reading is moderately interesting. It's a 40 page story describing inch by inch the experiences of family who want to visit their incarcerated loved ones at the San Quentin prison. It really opens the eyes of yours truly; an upper-middle class young adult who really doesn't know the first thing about imprisonment (other than what I learn in my classes of course). I have come to the conclusion that while being imprisoned is no walk in the park, it sucks just as much to be the wife or child who is attempting to visit their criminal kin. Okay, lesson learned, can I go play Mario Kart now?!
Yes, I am full aware that I am procrastinating. But somehow I got suckered in to telling my teacher that I would be finished this monstrous creation by tonight, and now I'm going back and kicking my yesterday's dumb-ass behind. I am in the frame of mind right now that it is a completely hopeless task, and I may as well give up before I waste my time trying to write a good paper; it will probably get an F anyway, seeing as it's so late.
It doesn't help that Dublin is sitting on the chair staring at me. Taunting me is more like it. He's communicating that he may shit in a box but he can sleep and play and eat whenever he wants, and that to him, right now I look pathetic.
"Suck an elf!"
Um little insert: apparently in the UK, wives of prisoners are subject to strip searches due to increased security measures, and are considered "humiliating, especially, for example for women, who ... might be asked to remove [tampons] (Codd 2008, p. 61)". So what do the wardens say: "Um, excuse me miss, would you mind removing your tampon, I need to check your vagina to see if you're smuggling in heroin." Sexual harassment much? WTF?!!
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Blow Blows
I hate watching music videos. All of them. I hate them on principle, and while that usually is ignorant, I believe that my reasons for this case are valid. When I listen to music, I let my imagination run free. Sometimes I picture a story, sometimes I am reminded of a memory, good or bad, and sometimes I don't imagine anything. But I like it that way. I have seen only a few videos over the years that have not angered and annoyed me; if the song tells a story, the music video should tell the same story.
Allow me to clarify. For those of you who haven't seen the music video for California Girls by Katy Perry, what does the song make you think of? For me, it was a perfect summer song, about how the girls in California are so hot and fun and life is such a party, nothing bothers them, all the guys want these girls and California is amazing. Yah. Now go watch the video. See what I mean? Now you won't be able to listen to the song anymore ever again without picturing Katy Perry prancing around candy land like it's the next Willy Wonka's Factory, lying naked in the marshmallow clouds and lactating whipped cream. Please oh please explain to me why this is a)entertaining, b)appealing c)relates at all to California and the summertime. You see, the song is ruined forever.
Songs which have good videos: Taylor Swift's You Belong With Me (I think this is a perfect example), Hedley's Don't Talk To Strangers or Dierks Bentley's Settle for a Slowdown. See what I mean?
Back to the matter at hand. Ke$ha. Need I say more? (or does the dollar sign in her name speak for itself) On the docket tonight: Blow.
In all honesty, I didn't really have much of a picture in my head with regards to this song. Just some major partying, perhaps some exploding fireworks. She and her posse of crazy people get in the back door, everyone is so excited to see them, and they take over the club with their music, dancing on the tables and DJ booth and whatever. Of course that is far from the truth.
Observe. Seriously, seriously creepy unicorn headed people drinking champagne with Kesha. Oh, and enter James Van Der Beek. Yup, Dawson from Dawson's Creek. Okay buddy, maybe you feel the need to re-enter the spotlight, but in a Kesha video? Bad idea. So Kesha and Dawson are eye-fucking each other across the room, interrupted only by Kesha making out with a unicorn. No biggie. Glance away for a second, and when you look back, you get a juicy shot of JVDB air humping. Then they each take off their black lacy bras, and come together in a sexually charged, creepy confrontation. Oh, my bad, James van der Douche. Then they have a laser gun fight, ending in the beheading of Dawson, who is now James van der Dead. Sooo clever.
I sentence you to Blow Chunks.
Allow me to clarify. For those of you who haven't seen the music video for California Girls by Katy Perry, what does the song make you think of? For me, it was a perfect summer song, about how the girls in California are so hot and fun and life is such a party, nothing bothers them, all the guys want these girls and California is amazing. Yah. Now go watch the video. See what I mean? Now you won't be able to listen to the song anymore ever again without picturing Katy Perry prancing around candy land like it's the next Willy Wonka's Factory, lying naked in the marshmallow clouds and lactating whipped cream. Please oh please explain to me why this is a)entertaining, b)appealing c)relates at all to California and the summertime. You see, the song is ruined forever.
Songs which have good videos: Taylor Swift's You Belong With Me (I think this is a perfect example), Hedley's Don't Talk To Strangers or Dierks Bentley's Settle for a Slowdown. See what I mean?
Back to the matter at hand. Ke$ha. Need I say more? (or does the dollar sign in her name speak for itself) On the docket tonight: Blow.
In all honesty, I didn't really have much of a picture in my head with regards to this song. Just some major partying, perhaps some exploding fireworks. She and her posse of crazy people get in the back door, everyone is so excited to see them, and they take over the club with their music, dancing on the tables and DJ booth and whatever. Of course that is far from the truth.
Observe. Seriously, seriously creepy unicorn headed people drinking champagne with Kesha. Oh, and enter James Van Der Beek. Yup, Dawson from Dawson's Creek. Okay buddy, maybe you feel the need to re-enter the spotlight, but in a Kesha video? Bad idea. So Kesha and Dawson are eye-fucking each other across the room, interrupted only by Kesha making out with a unicorn. No biggie. Glance away for a second, and when you look back, you get a juicy shot of JVDB air humping. Then they each take off their black lacy bras, and come together in a sexually charged, creepy confrontation. Oh, my bad, James van der Douche. Then they have a laser gun fight, ending in the beheading of Dawson, who is now James van der Dead. Sooo clever.
I sentence you to Blow Chunks.
Chugging Along
I have to say, as much as I was dreading today's work load, I do admit that I am mildly impressed at my writing so far. I do, however, wonder where this creative streak has returned from ... probably been in hiding since 2008, too scared to make the transition from CEGEP to University by my side. I suppose I should be frustrated, but in all honesty, I don't want to scare it away, so I'll appreciate it for now. It's actually quite refreshing; this is the first time in years that I have sit down to write, and the words, ideas and creativity just come pouring out.
Of course I'm wasting them on my blog. Typical though; can you honestly say you're surprised? I didn't think so.
On the docket for today: finish my historical psychology paper on Masters and Johnson. Their work is very interesting, but looking at it from a historical point of view really ruins the whole thing. Need I reiterate how much I hate history?
Hmm all of a sudden I really want to watch Twilight. Mmm or play Wii...
Of course I'm wasting them on my blog. Typical though; can you honestly say you're surprised? I didn't think so.
On the docket for today: finish my historical psychology paper on Masters and Johnson. Their work is very interesting, but looking at it from a historical point of view really ruins the whole thing. Need I reiterate how much I hate history?
Hmm all of a sudden I really want to watch Twilight. Mmm or play Wii...
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Long, Long Time...
Does that sound like the title or bridge of a country song?
Anyway, I know it has been a really long time. Shame on me! I know. Perhaps I have no legitimate excuse, but I will attempt to offer one nonetheless; I have been so busy!! There were midterms, then I got sick, and now I have finals, and Matt is sick.
When was the last time I went to class? Why are none of my papers done? Counting down two hours until my ten page Criminology paper is due. I have to write five pages on each topic, one of which is how families of prisoners are forced into their own version of incarceration due to the stigma of association. I feel that that topic is fairly easy to BS my way through, I think I can come up with enough information to fill hopefully four pages. The other topic is about how prisoners lose their self identity from the outside when they serve time, and how they are prisonized and form a new identity. I don't know how to crap that. There's only like half the necessary readings in my course pack, and it's soooo looong. I also have an eight page paper due tomorrow night on Masters and Johnson. While the topic is interesting at least, I need twenty articles and they're so long too.
Why can't I just sleep as much as I want, take a bubble bath, read, and play computer games? Why do I have to have responsibilities :(
Anyway, I know it has been a really long time. Shame on me! I know. Perhaps I have no legitimate excuse, but I will attempt to offer one nonetheless; I have been so busy!! There were midterms, then I got sick, and now I have finals, and Matt is sick.
When was the last time I went to class? Why are none of my papers done? Counting down two hours until my ten page Criminology paper is due. I have to write five pages on each topic, one of which is how families of prisoners are forced into their own version of incarceration due to the stigma of association. I feel that that topic is fairly easy to BS my way through, I think I can come up with enough information to fill hopefully four pages. The other topic is about how prisoners lose their self identity from the outside when they serve time, and how they are prisonized and form a new identity. I don't know how to crap that. There's only like half the necessary readings in my course pack, and it's soooo looong. I also have an eight page paper due tomorrow night on Masters and Johnson. While the topic is interesting at least, I need twenty articles and they're so long too.
Why can't I just sleep as much as I want, take a bubble bath, read, and play computer games? Why do I have to have responsibilities :(
Monday, February 21, 2011
Dream of a Dream
I had the best dream last night, and I just had to share it. I was dating Chuck Bass. It was actually a morph of him and a certain someone from high school (I'll just call him DL). I just have to say, it was a very sexy/risqué morph of a man. Somehow there was a large group of people, perhaps some from his group of friends in high school, perhaps some of the gang from Gossip Girl, but I know for sure my friends in the dream were the girls from Pretty Little Liars. Can I just point out that it seems as though my subconscious is really looking forward to TV tonight?! I don't remember all the details but some of us were hiding and others were trying to escape, but Chuck/DL and I kept stealing kisses when no one was looking. It was a very happy dream :)
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Ahh, Freedom
My first day of relaxation has been magnificent so far. I did wake up rather early, but it's the first day back here, and I usually wake up pretty early. I had some coffee and breakfast (I made sticky buns again) and did quilting figuring on the computer with my mom. She is sending a friend pictures of some panels of her quilt "Tucson Splendour" and I helped her size them all. I have no cleaning to do, no dishes (thank Josephine Cochrane for that!), no cooking, no anything really, and I am loving the freedom!!
Fabricville is having a sale this weekend, so Maman and I decided to go. I needed some border and backing fabric for my currently unnamed Christmas project. Mom and Dad went to Mexico at the beginning of the month, and brought me back a really nice sun dress that actually fits perfectly. So of course we must replicate it; we found some really gorgeous fabric for that. Maman also bought some Mexican rayon (which is pretty shitty quality) to make some skirts and beach cover-ups. We found some similar and nicer fabric so we got that too. It was a nice outing :) I love fabric!
I have a cat to rescue. Dublin ventured into the very dark recesses of our basement, and is being snotty and won't come out.
Steak for dinner (yum!) and then who knows what? Probabaly more relaxing! Ahhhhhh...
Fabricville is having a sale this weekend, so Maman and I decided to go. I needed some border and backing fabric for my currently unnamed Christmas project. Mom and Dad went to Mexico at the beginning of the month, and brought me back a really nice sun dress that actually fits perfectly. So of course we must replicate it; we found some really gorgeous fabric for that. Maman also bought some Mexican rayon (which is pretty shitty quality) to make some skirts and beach cover-ups. We found some similar and nicer fabric so we got that too. It was a nice outing :) I love fabric!
I have a cat to rescue. Dublin ventured into the very dark recesses of our basement, and is being snotty and won't come out.
Steak for dinner (yum!) and then who knows what? Probabaly more relaxing! Ahhhhhh...
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Cougar Town
Cougar Town is on hiatus until April 13 2011
Is not the last image we have of Travis the perfect way to keep us waiting? (I'm actually not sure if I'm being sarcastic or serious)...
Is not the last image we have of Travis the perfect way to keep us waiting? (I'm actually not sure if I'm being sarcastic or serious)...
The Middle, Season 2
Episode 16
February 16, 2011
The episode opens up with Brick in a 'social skills pageant'. Which is super funny, and totally typical of this show, and Brick. "I like flying kites", "I like flying kites too", and then they shake hands (and break!). Brick's story this episode is him wanting a friend. He says to his parents about finding a friend "mom, dad, you know what I like". Frankie going on about Brick's friend was as if she was describing a date; she laughed at all his jokes and put out (not sexually), and she was obsessing about him not calling back. Brick ended up making a friend on his own, when left unattended. The look on his face when the other boy (Arlow) said he likes flying kites was priceless! It was like 'omg I know what to say!'. Totally priceless.
Axl's band reminds me so much of Dillon's music from Modern Family. His lyrics are nowhere near as clever, but the music is equally as bad. I laughed out loud when he's trying to get his teacher to star in his music video, thinking they make 100K or 200K a year max. I wish!!
Sue and Mike are hilarious together. She wants to see and R-rated movie with Taylor Lautner (is he even old enough to see an r-rated movie?) Mike's answer was that Frankie probably already said no, so he says no too. Sue and Carly find a way to get into the theatre (by dressing like old ladies). She ultimately comes home sobbing that it was all a big mistake, she should have listened to her parents, tat she couldn't handle three pumps of butter and threw up on the floor. She begged her dad to punish her, so he took away her phone and iPod. After that, he had run out of things to take away. Sue offers that she likes to watch a guy at the park mow the lawn, and Mike responds "okay, no more of that for two weeks ... actually that's a little weird, why don't you stop doing that altogether". At the end of the episode, Mike asked Sue if she was supposed to go to Carly's, but she says "I'm grounding myself for another week, I just don't feel as though I've learned my lesson"
February 16, 2011
The episode opens up with Brick in a 'social skills pageant'. Which is super funny, and totally typical of this show, and Brick. "I like flying kites", "I like flying kites too", and then they shake hands (and break!). Brick's story this episode is him wanting a friend. He says to his parents about finding a friend "mom, dad, you know what I like". Frankie going on about Brick's friend was as if she was describing a date; she laughed at all his jokes and put out (not sexually), and she was obsessing about him not calling back. Brick ended up making a friend on his own, when left unattended. The look on his face when the other boy (Arlow) said he likes flying kites was priceless! It was like 'omg I know what to say!'. Totally priceless.
Axl's band reminds me so much of Dillon's music from Modern Family. His lyrics are nowhere near as clever, but the music is equally as bad. I laughed out loud when he's trying to get his teacher to star in his music video, thinking they make 100K or 200K a year max. I wish!!
Sue and Mike are hilarious together. She wants to see and R-rated movie with Taylor Lautner (is he even old enough to see an r-rated movie?) Mike's answer was that Frankie probably already said no, so he says no too. Sue and Carly find a way to get into the theatre (by dressing like old ladies). She ultimately comes home sobbing that it was all a big mistake, she should have listened to her parents, tat she couldn't handle three pumps of butter and threw up on the floor. She begged her dad to punish her, so he took away her phone and iPod. After that, he had run out of things to take away. Sue offers that she likes to watch a guy at the park mow the lawn, and Mike responds "okay, no more of that for two weeks ... actually that's a little weird, why don't you stop doing that altogether". At the end of the episode, Mike asked Sue if she was supposed to go to Carly's, but she says "I'm grounding myself for another week, I just don't feel as though I've learned my lesson"
The Bachelor, Season 15
Episode 7
February 14, 2011
Preface: How appropriate, to air and watch The Bachelor on Valentine's Day...♥
This episode starts out with the crew travelling from Costa Rica, where the were last week, to the island of Anguilla. You should Google-map Anguilla, it's really out in the middle of nowhere with only other teeny tiny islands to keep it company. There are six girls left right now, Britt, Michelle, Shawntel, Ashley H, Chantal and Emily, two of which to be sent home this episode.
Date 1: Emily, one-on-one. Brad first off says that she's everything he's ever wanted in a woman, and he feels too good for her. I almost see that too. Emily to me seems like one of those really wholesome, southern, daddy's girl, who marries her high school sweetheart, and they grow old together, drinking sweet tea under the shade of the trees ... although I guess that would have been the case if her husband hadn't died. Oopsies!
I really like Emily, but I don't know if I like her for Brad the best out of all the girls. I liked their date though, I feel like they finally got somewhere. I felt bad for Emily, she was so nervous and worried about hometown dates next week, and whether or not she would allow Brad to meet her daughter Ricki. I think I can understand the trepidation, but if she's really as serious about Brad as it seems, I really think it's not that big of a deal, and further, necessary. I thought it was so cute that Brad broke the rules twice; once to tell her how strongly he felt about her, which is more than he thought he should. The other time was him telling Emily that she was going to get a rose for sure. I was a little bit taken aback. It makes perfect sense that he's not allowed to tell her anything like that. But it was just so cute when he said that he doesn't care about the rules, but only about Emily, and their kisses are always more than just kisses. This whole episode it seemed like he was way more enthralled with Em than all the others put together.
Date 2: Shawntel, one-on-one. I thought their date was a little strange, them walking through the marketplace among people who don't even speak English, but Anguillanese or Spanish or whatever. It was so awkward when the lady asked them if they were in love. So, so awkward. "....maybe". Shawntel told Brad she's falling in love with him. Which is good, because Chantal already professed her love using the "L word", and Emily seems pretty close to doing the same thing. I thought it was so cute that Brad was able to talk to Shawntel about his dad, and he's never been able to talk to anyone else ... that's one of my favourite qualities in a boyfriend.
Right at this moment I'm realizing we're well into the episode and haven't heard anything much from Michelle yet...
Date 3: Britt, one-on-one. Well, here is her one-on-one date finally. I'm fairly certain it's too little too late, but I'll give the date a chance. I like Britt, I think she's really cute, but if we're being honest, Brad is so much farther along with all the other four girls, and it's just too late for them. Brad and Britt took a yacht to a private little bay, actually called Little Bay (haha how clever). Michelle was commenting, saying that it's a waste of a one-on-one, and she hopes their ship goes down. Isn't she a thoughtful sweetheart? Brad said he was proud of Britt for overcoming her fears and jumping off the cliff. But come on, how sad is that!? You can be proud of that accomplishment in a four year old, but not in a potential wife. Yet another indication that this is a bomb. I don't know if anyone else noticed, but a few times during her interviews with her hair tucked behind her ears she looked a little bit like Anne from ANTM last season. The small talk at their dinner was so awkward. Brad even said, he's in one the most romantic places with a gorgeous girl, and there's no romantic connection. Pathetically, Britt said that she wanted more time to get to know him, and wanted another chance. Oh Britt, oh dear, that's not the point! This show is like speed dating on speed. You don't get a second chance. There was no rose (for him not to give her) but he sent her home anyway. Ehh no loss.
Date 4: Ashley, Chantal, Michelle, group. As soon as the date card comes, Michelle says "I really don't want to be going on a mutual date with you guys." As if the others are excited about the dreaded group date. She's so dummmmb. Brad goes and wakes up the girls in the early hours of the morning for an XXX rated photo shoot for the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition (out February 15th hehe). Ashley really has no boobs. Like nine year old boy no boobs.
Anyway, during her shot, the photographer said "this would look incredible without a top on". Ashley says "no I'm not doing that" and then responds almost immediately "okay I'll do it". Chantal's bathing suit was pretty sketchy, it was like yarn or weave or crochet or something. She took her top off right away. It was so funny how awkward brad was: "ok its off, ok its off". Maybe that tells you you're not ready to be in a sexual relationship with people. Think about that one eh buddy-boy?! Of course Michelle has to step in and try to prove herself better than anyone else; she says to the camera "but I'm just not the the type of girl that's like very, you know, easily persuaded into something like that!" Uh huh, you're so pure and innocent alright. Not twenty seconds later you're lying on top of Brad, dry humping him into the sand, and lickng / making out with his face for the camera. She claimed on a scale of 1-10 of hotness her shoot was at least a 15. Oh get over yourself! I think Brad's starting to see through her BS, especially since he then said "I thought I knew Michelle..." Seeing the light?
After the photo shoot, the three girls and Brad went to a private pool, and the horrible awkwardness ensued. Brad is still asking the girls "can I steal you? do you have a second?" as if at this point they're busy with other girls, or would refuse some one-on-one time with him. All three girls had such dramatic conversations, Ashley and Chantal were upset, saying they felt disconnected from him, and then of course Michelle just goes on about how she's so confident she's suppsed to be there. She said to Brad that last time they talked it was such a deep conversation. I'm sitting here thinking 'umm didn't you tell him not to speak at all, and to send other girls home, oh and then some more about not talking?!' Psycho-Biznatch. Brad is all hesitant about giving a rose, because he's worried that the other girls will take it the wrong way and shut down completely, and for good. But we know he likes to break the rules, so just don't give a rose! But he gives it to Ashley. I guess it doesn't really matter who he give it to (between Chantal and Ashley of course, Michelle needs to get a reality check). After the rose, Chantal of course broke down and reverted back to her whole "if you can't choose me then just send me home" drama. Stop saying that! It makes you seem pathetic and desperate, and you may actually convince him to do so!
Later that night was the rose ceremony. Brad again broke the rules by not having a rose ceremony; he said he knew exactly what to do. So right about now I'm thinking he's finally seen the light and is going to send Michelle home. But of course, then I second and third guess myself, thinking that maybe I only think he's going to send her home because I want him to so badly.
Roses: Ashley, Emily, Shawntal, Chantal.
February 14, 2011
Preface: How appropriate, to air and watch The Bachelor on Valentine's Day...♥
This episode starts out with the crew travelling from Costa Rica, where the were last week, to the island of Anguilla. You should Google-map Anguilla, it's really out in the middle of nowhere with only other teeny tiny islands to keep it company. There are six girls left right now, Britt, Michelle, Shawntel, Ashley H, Chantal and Emily, two of which to be sent home this episode.
Date 1: Emily, one-on-one. Brad first off says that she's everything he's ever wanted in a woman, and he feels too good for her. I almost see that too. Emily to me seems like one of those really wholesome, southern, daddy's girl, who marries her high school sweetheart, and they grow old together, drinking sweet tea under the shade of the trees ... although I guess that would have been the case if her husband hadn't died. Oopsies!
I really like Emily, but I don't know if I like her for Brad the best out of all the girls. I liked their date though, I feel like they finally got somewhere. I felt bad for Emily, she was so nervous and worried about hometown dates next week, and whether or not she would allow Brad to meet her daughter Ricki. I think I can understand the trepidation, but if she's really as serious about Brad as it seems, I really think it's not that big of a deal, and further, necessary. I thought it was so cute that Brad broke the rules twice; once to tell her how strongly he felt about her, which is more than he thought he should. The other time was him telling Emily that she was going to get a rose for sure. I was a little bit taken aback. It makes perfect sense that he's not allowed to tell her anything like that. But it was just so cute when he said that he doesn't care about the rules, but only about Emily, and their kisses are always more than just kisses. This whole episode it seemed like he was way more enthralled with Em than all the others put together.
Date 2: Shawntel, one-on-one. I thought their date was a little strange, them walking through the marketplace among people who don't even speak English, but Anguillanese or Spanish or whatever. It was so awkward when the lady asked them if they were in love. So, so awkward. "....maybe". Shawntel told Brad she's falling in love with him. Which is good, because Chantal already professed her love using the "L word", and Emily seems pretty close to doing the same thing. I thought it was so cute that Brad was able to talk to Shawntel about his dad, and he's never been able to talk to anyone else ... that's one of my favourite qualities in a boyfriend.
Right at this moment I'm realizing we're well into the episode and haven't heard anything much from Michelle yet...
Date 3: Britt, one-on-one. Well, here is her one-on-one date finally. I'm fairly certain it's too little too late, but I'll give the date a chance. I like Britt, I think she's really cute, but if we're being honest, Brad is so much farther along with all the other four girls, and it's just too late for them. Brad and Britt took a yacht to a private little bay, actually called Little Bay (haha how clever). Michelle was commenting, saying that it's a waste of a one-on-one, and she hopes their ship goes down. Isn't she a thoughtful sweetheart? Brad said he was proud of Britt for overcoming her fears and jumping off the cliff. But come on, how sad is that!? You can be proud of that accomplishment in a four year old, but not in a potential wife. Yet another indication that this is a bomb. I don't know if anyone else noticed, but a few times during her interviews with her hair tucked behind her ears she looked a little bit like Anne from ANTM last season. The small talk at their dinner was so awkward. Brad even said, he's in one the most romantic places with a gorgeous girl, and there's no romantic connection. Pathetically, Britt said that she wanted more time to get to know him, and wanted another chance. Oh Britt, oh dear, that's not the point! This show is like speed dating on speed. You don't get a second chance. There was no rose (for him not to give her) but he sent her home anyway. Ehh no loss.
Date 4: Ashley, Chantal, Michelle, group. As soon as the date card comes, Michelle says "I really don't want to be going on a mutual date with you guys." As if the others are excited about the dreaded group date. She's so dummmmb. Brad goes and wakes up the girls in the early hours of the morning for an XXX rated photo shoot for the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition (out February 15th hehe). Ashley really has no boobs. Like nine year old boy no boobs.
Anyway, during her shot, the photographer said "this would look incredible without a top on". Ashley says "no I'm not doing that" and then responds almost immediately "okay I'll do it". Chantal's bathing suit was pretty sketchy, it was like yarn or weave or crochet or something. She took her top off right away. It was so funny how awkward brad was: "ok its off, ok its off". Maybe that tells you you're not ready to be in a sexual relationship with people. Think about that one eh buddy-boy?! Of course Michelle has to step in and try to prove herself better than anyone else; she says to the camera "but I'm just not the the type of girl that's like very, you know, easily persuaded into something like that!" Uh huh, you're so pure and innocent alright. Not twenty seconds later you're lying on top of Brad, dry humping him into the sand, and lickng / making out with his face for the camera. She claimed on a scale of 1-10 of hotness her shoot was at least a 15. Oh get over yourself! I think Brad's starting to see through her BS, especially since he then said "I thought I knew Michelle..." Seeing the light?
After the photo shoot, the three girls and Brad went to a private pool, and the horrible awkwardness ensued. Brad is still asking the girls "can I steal you? do you have a second?" as if at this point they're busy with other girls, or would refuse some one-on-one time with him. All three girls had such dramatic conversations, Ashley and Chantal were upset, saying they felt disconnected from him, and then of course Michelle just goes on about how she's so confident she's suppsed to be there. She said to Brad that last time they talked it was such a deep conversation. I'm sitting here thinking 'umm didn't you tell him not to speak at all, and to send other girls home, oh and then some more about not talking?!' Psycho-Biznatch. Brad is all hesitant about giving a rose, because he's worried that the other girls will take it the wrong way and shut down completely, and for good. But we know he likes to break the rules, so just don't give a rose! But he gives it to Ashley. I guess it doesn't really matter who he give it to (between Chantal and Ashley of course, Michelle needs to get a reality check). After the rose, Chantal of course broke down and reverted back to her whole "if you can't choose me then just send me home" drama. Stop saying that! It makes you seem pathetic and desperate, and you may actually convince him to do so!
Later that night was the rose ceremony. Brad again broke the rules by not having a rose ceremony; he said he knew exactly what to do. So right about now I'm thinking he's finally seen the light and is going to send Michelle home. But of course, then I second and third guess myself, thinking that maybe I only think he's going to send her home because I want him to so badly.
Roses: Ashley, Emily, Shawntal, Chantal.
WHOO MICHELLE IS GONE ☺
Brad finally realized that beyond her attractiveness (which would eventually have worn off) they have nothing in common. Thankfully he figured that out before it was too late, and before he sent home someone who actually deserves him. I thought it was just one last straw when Michelle lay down in the limo and didn't say anything at all. I wonder if she's going to be on the "after the rose" episode, or if she was too chastised to show her face *dramatic gasp*...
This and That
How depressing is it when you have (most of) a day off, and you make all these plans only to realize you don't have time for them? Midterms are over, and I have until 3:00 today to do whatever I want. Naturally, I've had to put off doing all these things since at least Saturday, so I've been really looking forward to it. Sleeping in!!! I have a couple of blogs to write, a book review, some TV shows to catch up on... I also promised Holly I'd do the rest of the dishes (tangent: why does it seem at night that there are only a few dishes to do, but by the time our late-night snack, breakfast, and randomly found dishes are added to the mix, the amassment is depressingly high?) On top of all that, my room is still an unbearable mess, and I have a mountain of laundry in desperate need of attending-to. I guess I'll plug away at the list until I have to leave for class; at least that way I'll be able to get a few things done.
So my blog entry for the day is a little bit of "this and that". A few random thoughts from here and there which I have been collecting for the past few days in order to put them down now.
Last night during my Prison & Liberty class, I noticed that the guy sitting beside me had an odd smell. It was fairly distracting, especially since I couldn't put my finger on it right away. Then all of a sudden about halfway through the exam it came to me: cilantro. Yah, I tweaked. Then in the middle of the exam, I found I was no longer trying to think of the characteristics of the penitentiary as described by Foucault, or the explanation of what is "new rehabilitation", but of the rant I was going to post in my blog. Cilantro?! I mean, come on!
So it came to me that I would have to post this list at one point, and now seemed liek the perfect time. Ladies and Gentlemen, all my Lifers alike, "I proudly present your dinner" (sorry, I couldn't help it). I present to you the list of foods I hate.
Now I really think I should get back to doing something productive!
So my blog entry for the day is a little bit of "this and that". A few random thoughts from here and there which I have been collecting for the past few days in order to put them down now.
Last night during my Prison & Liberty class, I noticed that the guy sitting beside me had an odd smell. It was fairly distracting, especially since I couldn't put my finger on it right away. Then all of a sudden about halfway through the exam it came to me: cilantro. Yah, I tweaked. Then in the middle of the exam, I found I was no longer trying to think of the characteristics of the penitentiary as described by Foucault, or the explanation of what is "new rehabilitation", but of the rant I was going to post in my blog. Cilantro?! I mean, come on!
So it came to me that I would have to post this list at one point, and now seemed liek the perfect time. Ladies and Gentlemen, all my Lifers alike, "I proudly present your dinner" (sorry, I couldn't help it). I present to you the list of foods I hate.
- Cilantro. Don't ever try to feed me a dish that this herb came anywhere near. It ruins my appetite, it makes me feel sick, and it's just absolutely horrible. I don't have a psychological reason as to why I hate cilantro, it's just repulsive and disgusting.
- Indian Curry. This food is synonymous with vomit. It actually warrants me to use "the B word" (but I'll suffice with this, I don't want to see it written down). The smell sets my stomach into self-destruct mode. My brain tries to melt so that my sense of smell is dulled so that I don't keel over and die on the spot. In all honestly, I'm not exaggerating. [A little aside for all you smart asses out there: I do put curry on my Kraft Dinner (and don't knock that 'til you try it, trust me!). Curry on KD is nothing remotely similar to curried goat or chickpeas or whatever those indians eat. For your uneducated information, Curry is an umbrella term for an Indian or Asian themed mixture of spices, including turmeric, coriander and cumin (also repulsive). The curry powder you buy at the grocery store in Canada tastes and smells nothing like the curry of Asia. So no, I am not a hypocrite or prejudiced or whatever.]
- Cinnamon Hearts. Kill-me-now. These monstrous confectionery nightmares should never come anywhere near me. This actually extends to all fake cinnamon. Toothpaste and gum are the worst. I have been known to reflexively gag(not throw up) in the direction of one who kisses me, tasting of such nightmare. "This is what evil must taste like!" Yes Phoebe, mockolate=fake cinnamon. I send out a little warning: I will break up with you if you give me cinnamon hearts on valentine's day. [I'd also break up with you if you tried to propose to me with a yellow gold ring, I mean come on! Though I suppose this isn't food so perhaps it's a moot point right now.]
- Green Peas. This is probably the lesser of all evils, but still agitates my gag reflexes. My mom used to make fried rice and put in green peas, and I always ate around them. Let's be honest here, green peas are good for one thing, and that is to be used as a freezer pack to reduce swelling. Am I right?! (yes)
While I was showering last night and washing my hair, somehow I started thinking about shampoo and conditioner, and how they came to be. In all 208 episodes of How It's Made, they don't address this at all. Maybe I should put in a request. Anyway, I was looking at the ingredients of my conditioner, and the first two were water and cetyl alcohol. Who decided to mix up water and alcohol and put it in their hair, hoping for a softer texture?! Of course I know that's not how conditioner came to be, but it provided me with a few minutes of quizzical entertainment. [This explains the actual history of conditioner.] One more hair comment: I need a haircut! My hair is all dry and I have about two inches of pure split ends that needs to be fixed. So my mom will be posing as a beautician next week...
Somehow I stumbled upon YouTube looking up really cute videos of babies and baby animals. I absolutely need to share with you the cutest and my most favourite commercials: Kinder Chocolate, HP ePrint.
Somehow I stumbled upon YouTube looking up really cute videos of babies and baby animals. I absolutely need to share with you the cutest and my most favourite commercials: Kinder Chocolate, HP ePrint.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Grey's Anatomy
Season 7, Episode 14
February 10, 2011
This episode I enjoyed for a few reasons and story lines. I love the fact that Karev is so sweet. He had his share of asshole moments, so I love the story line of him working in peds and the NICU. It shows another side of him that we haven't seen since Izzy left.
Lexie is hilarious. I think Chyler Leigh is an amazing actor. The scene of her venting to Avery about her Dad's new "tatted-up skank" was just the right amount of comedy, and then tragedy when she ends up talking about Mark. I really want them to get back together. It was so sweet of Avery not to tell Mark about it. And I loved the bit about Avery's sparkle.
As far as Callie goes, I think she is amazingly hilarious. She always has the best monologues, and her facial expressions and tone of voice is always delivered perfectly.
"If we're gonna do this whole 'everybody gets a vote' thing, there's gonna be a new system. We'll still each get one vote, but also the baby gets a vote. As I house the baby, I'll be speaking for him slash her. And, since I'll be pushing this baby out of a very small hole in my body, I'll also get an extra-special vagina vote."
I want an extra-special vagina vote!
February 10, 2011
This episode I enjoyed for a few reasons and story lines. I love the fact that Karev is so sweet. He had his share of asshole moments, so I love the story line of him working in peds and the NICU. It shows another side of him that we haven't seen since Izzy left.
Lexie is hilarious. I think Chyler Leigh is an amazing actor. The scene of her venting to Avery about her Dad's new "tatted-up skank" was just the right amount of comedy, and then tragedy when she ends up talking about Mark. I really want them to get back together. It was so sweet of Avery not to tell Mark about it. And I loved the bit about Avery's sparkle.
As far as Callie goes, I think she is amazingly hilarious. She always has the best monologues, and her facial expressions and tone of voice is always delivered perfectly.
"If we're gonna do this whole 'everybody gets a vote' thing, there's gonna be a new system. We'll still each get one vote, but also the baby gets a vote. As I house the baby, I'll be speaking for him slash her. And, since I'll be pushing this baby out of a very small hole in my body, I'll also get an extra-special vagina vote."
I want an extra-special vagina vote!
The Bachelor, Season 15
Episode 1
January 3, 2011
January 3, 2011
I only started watching this show last season with Jake Pavelka, so I was not acquainted with Brad Womack. I had no idea that he was on the show before, nor what happened. I was therefore predisposed to like him. The very beginning of the season showcased several minutes of Brad explaining that he went through therapy and is a changed man. I'll give it to him, he seems to be telling the truth, and he's very humble. Having him mention continuously throughout the whole episode I think was a little much. But all the girls kept asking him if he's changed and what's so different now. I feel like it's not a good time to ask all that. If it were me, I would tell him not to worry about the past, that I am a strong believer in second chances, and I am willing to get to know the person he is today.
The first episode is always overwhelming because you meet so many people, many of whom you won't see again. My first impressions of the girls:
Ashley H - very cute, funny
Shawntel - very cute. she works as a funeral director, which I think is a cool job, but I'm sure it will make for an awkward conversation later
Ashley S - top favourite. the cutest ever, totally reminds me of Tenley. I loved that she didn't ask him about his past as did everyone else. First impression rose
Chantal O - very ballsy, wears the pants for sure. When she first meets Brad she slaps him. Then has the nerve to say that it's from every woman in America and don't hate the messenger. That is so not cool
Michelle - strangely reminds me of Michelle from last season. The first thing she says on the show is that she is the bachelor's wife, he just doesn't know it yet. Red flag anyone? Her dress is awful: yellow animal print?!
Raichel - seems strange. her job is 'manscaping', and at the first party she waxed brads arm... that is really wierd. Batwings? Undercarriage?
Meghan - maybe
Madison - apparently she thinks she's a vampire. Really mysterious in a very creepy way that's not at all good. Brad asks her if she's wearing fangs and her answer is "they're a bit sharper" and then he asks if they're real and she doesn't answer at all. What a waste of time! It's like she cares more about being mysterious than about falling in love so I think she needs to go.
Emily - from Charlotte NC, so I love her already. She is amazingly sweet and wholesome, also reminds me slightly of Tenley. Has a sad backstory and I feel for her already. Close second favourite
Alli - seems like she tries too hard. Inappropriately and obnoxiously asks Brad if he can handle the size of her behind.
Lindsay - so cute
Jackie - cute, but then she made Brad pinky-swear that he won't break her heart, and that seems stupid to me.
Sarah - made Brad propose to her... no
Britnee - made Brad come to the car to open the door for her, which I think is so not appropriate, given the circumstances
Lisa M - cute and sweet. She wore ruby slippers which was cute
Rebecca - kissed him so woah no
Keltie - I like her right off the bat. She's cute and playful (she's the rockette)
Britt - so cute
At the cocktail party, pretty much the only thing of real note (that I haven't already mentioned) is that Alli and Renee kept stealing Brad back and forth, like children fighting over a toy, it was very annoying and immature.
"It's better to be home alone than home wishing you were alone" Emily
girls sent home: Rebecca, Lauren, Britnee, Lisa P, Cristy, J, Jill, Lacey, Renee, Sarah L.
Breakfast
Ahh breakfast, my love. And boy do I ever love breakfast. Pancakes, cereal, granola, porridge, waffles, fruit, crepes, breakfast buns, smoothies and shakes .... All are music to my ears (and the eqivalent saying for mouth).
I woke up this morning, feeling particularly annoyed about having to spend my whole weekend doing school work. I know it's necessary blah blah. What I would really love to do is spend the day getting my room tidy, making cookies, and quilting. But instead, I have a 10 page paper due Tuesday in my personality class, a midterm for Clinical Psych Monday night, and a midterm Tuesday night in my Prison&Liberty class.
It's not that the classes aren't interesting, I just don't want to write the paper.
We're supposed to write a whole self-discovery paper about ourselves and our childhood, and how that has affected our personalities and relationships today. It's very Freudian ... but without Freud (if that makes any sense). I was going to do my paper on Erikson's eight stages, and how I passed through them during my life thus far, how I am shaped today because of it, and then branch off a bit into my relationship, and how that follows the same stages. It's all very interesting.
I just love procrastinating.
Since I am sickly poor, and have no suitable breakfast item, I have decided to make breakfast buns. They are fantabulous.
I woke up this morning, feeling particularly annoyed about having to spend my whole weekend doing school work. I know it's necessary blah blah. What I would really love to do is spend the day getting my room tidy, making cookies, and quilting. But instead, I have a 10 page paper due Tuesday in my personality class, a midterm for Clinical Psych Monday night, and a midterm Tuesday night in my Prison&Liberty class.
It's not that the classes aren't interesting, I just don't want to write the paper.
We're supposed to write a whole self-discovery paper about ourselves and our childhood, and how that has affected our personalities and relationships today. It's very Freudian ... but without Freud (if that makes any sense). I was going to do my paper on Erikson's eight stages, and how I passed through them during my life thus far, how I am shaped today because of it, and then branch off a bit into my relationship, and how that follows the same stages. It's all very interesting.
I just love procrastinating.
Since I am sickly poor, and have no suitable breakfast item, I have decided to make breakfast buns. They are fantabulous.
Friday, February 11, 2011
I don't care about "ISM'S"
I hate studying for this class. I don't get history. Some people may think that's stupid, but everyone has a weakness and mine is history (and politics and philosophy, but please don't get me started). I am interested enough in learning about Freud and Skinner and Locke and Erikson (people who's theories are actually interesting, and worth their weight in gold). But Descartes, Liebniz, Hobbes, Bacon ... eurgh. They are just so stupid. I know what you'll say: "they had theories that were moderatly true as far as we know today, and some time in the future people will look back on our modern theories and think they're ridiculous". I am well aware of that, but we are in 2011 right now, not some future 23-something, so I don't care.
Argh, these people! They spend their entire lives arguing about such trivial and simple things. Do we have a mind? Where is it? How does it interact with the body? I believe that most people these days would have an appropriately simple answer. Is knowledge innate or learned? Can cause ever be determined? Do we discover the world physically, or through sensory perceptions? I say come up with an answer and get on with your lives.
And seriously?! What idiot decided that our brains were filled with animal spirits, and as these passed through the brain tissue, the spirits tightened or released our brain fibers, and this is what causes memory.
I hate the ism's. Empiricism, rationalism, humanism, sensationalism, parallelism, determinism, idealism, historicism, reductionism, realism, dualism, interactionism, positivism, scientism *BREATHE* (betcha can't say that three times fast). I don't know what they are, and I don't care what they are. I wish people would stop shoving philosophy down my throat. When I become Queen of the World, that will be a rule. I'd also put a damper on religion, but don't get me started; I'm supposed to be studying, and that rant could take all night.
Wish me luck!
Argh, these people! They spend their entire lives arguing about such trivial and simple things. Do we have a mind? Where is it? How does it interact with the body? I believe that most people these days would have an appropriately simple answer. Is knowledge innate or learned? Can cause ever be determined? Do we discover the world physically, or through sensory perceptions? I say come up with an answer and get on with your lives.
And seriously?! What idiot decided that our brains were filled with animal spirits, and as these passed through the brain tissue, the spirits tightened or released our brain fibers, and this is what causes memory.
I hate the ism's. Empiricism, rationalism, humanism, sensationalism, parallelism, determinism, idealism, historicism, reductionism, realism, dualism, interactionism, positivism, scientism *BREATHE* (betcha can't say that three times fast). I don't know what they are, and I don't care what they are. I wish people would stop shoving philosophy down my throat. When I become Queen of the World, that will be a rule. I'd also put a damper on religion, but don't get me started; I'm supposed to be studying, and that rant could take all night.
Wish me luck!
Day of Death
So I slept like a dead person last night.
My alarm woke me up at 10:00 and I was in the same position I was when I fell asleep. And that means I'm tired. But something odd happened; I set my alarm for 10:00 and it woke me up. At the time I decided like hell was I going to get up, so I re-set my alarm for 11:00. I woke up on my own at 10:57, and watched the clock change ... 10:57 ... 10:58 ... 10:59 ... 11:00 .... And the alarm didn't go off. Of course, I figured that in my probably-still-very-asleep state, I mucked up changing the time (as I do from time to time). So I decided to be smart and responsible, and get out of bed. My History midterm is at 5:30, and I do have quite a lot to read. Now, my fellow Lifers, what time is it now as I blog ever so faithfully? 10:18. I'm pissed. Don't ask.
Of course, as is my luck, I think I'm coming down with something. Headache, body aches, extreme exhaustion... Well don't be surprised, it's exam time.
Today is seriously going to suck.
My alarm woke me up at 10:00 and I was in the same position I was when I fell asleep. And that means I'm tired. But something odd happened; I set my alarm for 10:00 and it woke me up. At the time I decided like hell was I going to get up, so I re-set my alarm for 11:00. I woke up on my own at 10:57, and watched the clock change ... 10:57 ... 10:58 ... 10:59 ... 11:00 .... And the alarm didn't go off. Of course, I figured that in my probably-still-very-asleep state, I mucked up changing the time (as I do from time to time). So I decided to be smart and responsible, and get out of bed. My History midterm is at 5:30, and I do have quite a lot to read. Now, my fellow Lifers, what time is it now as I blog ever so faithfully? 10:18. I'm pissed. Don't ask.
Of course, as is my luck, I think I'm coming down with something. Headache, body aches, extreme exhaustion... Well don't be surprised, it's exam time.
Today is seriously going to suck.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Grey's Anatomy - Briefing
Since this is the first post I'm writing about Grey's, I think I should brief you all on my take.
Avery is delicious
Karev is super sexy. I think he and Izzy did well together, and I didn't like her leaving. The only other person I liked him with was Lexie.
Except Lexie and Mark need to be together. I totally understand her reluctance to be with him both times when he has a baby in his life, but I hope it all works out.
Meredith and Derek are of course perfect together.
Cristina and Owen being together is okay for me, so long as Owen isn't with Teddy. I don't like Teddy. I really had no patience for Cristina at the beginning of this season when she was going through her PTSD meltdown.
Actually, I loved Cristina with Burke, so I didn't like his departure. And I loved George, so it sucks that he left too.
The pseudo-lesbian thing between Callie and Hahn was just no. I don't like Hahn, and I'm glad she's gone.
Callie and Arizona together I love.
What The Crap...
What the crap.
What the crap.
So I went to the library just now to get the slides to copy. There are three copies on reserve, and they are all checked out. Now I was expecting that, but I was prepared to wait for them. Normally, things such as notes and textbooks are on reserve for a few hours and/or are not supposed to leave the library at all.
This is of course not the case.
Two of the three copies are due tomorrow at 5:30pm (lo and behold, the starting time of the exam), and the third copy is due Saturday afternoon at 2:15. Seriously.
I sent an e-mail to the teacher asking her to please change the time limit for the reserve items to something more reasonable, and not two friggin days.
Now what?!? ...
What the crap.
So I went to the library just now to get the slides to copy. There are three copies on reserve, and they are all checked out. Now I was expecting that, but I was prepared to wait for them. Normally, things such as notes and textbooks are on reserve for a few hours and/or are not supposed to leave the library at all.
This is of course not the case.
Two of the three copies are due tomorrow at 5:30pm (lo and behold, the starting time of the exam), and the third copy is due Saturday afternoon at 2:15. Seriously.
I sent an e-mail to the teacher asking her to please change the time limit for the reserve items to something more reasonable, and not two friggin days.
Now what?!? ...
Change of Plans...
So, folks, get ready for a change in the lineup.
Instead of going to Personality class (yeah yeah, leave me alone) I am going to watch Monday's episode of The Bachelor, and resume my Celtic quilt block.
Morriset dungeon can fare fine without me for a few more hours.
Instead of going to Personality class (yeah yeah, leave me alone) I am going to watch Monday's episode of The Bachelor, and resume my Celtic quilt block.
Morriset dungeon can fare fine without me for a few more hours.
Urgh History! Urgh, Midterms!
I've got a bit of time now to write while I eat my porridge (maple and brown sugar = yumm). Not that I don't enjoy the porridge (note the 'yumm') but I miss CEREAL. Cereal is my life. But since I didn't go back to work after the Christmas break, and really really need to continue paying off my bills, I have not been able to buy groceries in almost a month, ergo no milk, ergo no cereal.
I have my first exam tomorrow in my History and Systems of Psychology class. Me + history = nightmare. So needless to say, I am anxious about the midterm. At the beginning of the semester, I was so excited to go to classes, I felt so proud and full of purpose. Well that only lasted a week or so. Damn you Sims, quilting, sleep and lack of willpower... So after my Personality class today at 2:30, I'm going to march myself down into the depths of the Morriset library to get the notes of the classes that I missed. Then I am going to sit my ass down at a table, and copy all the ones I missed. Then I am going to open my textbook and read all six chapters. Why venture down in the depths of the sub-basement of the library you ask? The answer is simple. My teacher still believes it is the late 90's and continues to use an overhead projector and transparencies. Look out classmates, I will fight you tooth and nail for those slides!
Of course, some of that will need to be postponed until tomorrow, as Matt and I are going to see The Long Weekend at the Ottawa Little Theatre tonight, courtesy of my mother's Christmas present to us (mainly for Matt, but I get to tag along).
Oh dear look at the time. I have to finish my porridge (because of course I haven't touched it yet due to you, you distraction). Plus, Holly is talking about a cash-cow?! And I need to shower before class, for which I have to leave at 1:40.
I have my first exam tomorrow in my History and Systems of Psychology class. Me + history = nightmare. So needless to say, I am anxious about the midterm. At the beginning of the semester, I was so excited to go to classes, I felt so proud and full of purpose. Well that only lasted a week or so. Damn you Sims, quilting, sleep and lack of willpower... So after my Personality class today at 2:30, I'm going to march myself down into the depths of the Morriset library to get the notes of the classes that I missed. Then I am going to sit my ass down at a table, and copy all the ones I missed. Then I am going to open my textbook and read all six chapters. Why venture down in the depths of the sub-basement of the library you ask? The answer is simple. My teacher still believes it is the late 90's and continues to use an overhead projector and transparencies. Look out classmates, I will fight you tooth and nail for those slides!
Of course, some of that will need to be postponed until tomorrow, as Matt and I are going to see The Long Weekend at the Ottawa Little Theatre tonight, courtesy of my mother's Christmas present to us (mainly for Matt, but I get to tag along).
Oh dear look at the time. I have to finish my porridge (because of course I haven't touched it yet due to you, you distraction). Plus, Holly is talking about a cash-cow?! And I need to shower before class, for which I have to leave at 1:40.
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Too Early
I am so ... very ... tired....
I woke up early (as per usual) but I can't get back to sleep. I'm really quite hungry, but I have no food. Well, almost no food. And since there is nothing acceptable on my any of my three go-to channels, I am sitting herewatching Sex and the City with Dublin. Wait - Miranda is pregnant? Charlotte is divorced? Uh oh, this episode is later in the series than I am already caught up on.
I really am too tired for this...
I woke up early (as per usual) but I can't get back to sleep. I'm really quite hungry, but I have no food. Well, almost no food. And since there is nothing acceptable on my any of my three go-to channels, I am sitting herewatching Sex and the City with Dublin. Wait - Miranda is pregnant? Charlotte is divorced? Uh oh, this episode is later in the series than I am already caught up on.
I really am too tired for this...
The Beginning...
Again it is exam time. So it's currently 12:43am, and instead of studying (or sleeping!) here I am creating a time-whore. Ahh but sometimes I'll need to write about books, movies, people, food, myself... and as such, a blog with a purpose is born. Enjoy ♥
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