Sunday, January 21, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Yup, it's procrastinatin' time
I'm on my blog quite a bit lately. It must mean that I have something due soon. However, my parents no longer have the right to bitch at me for my procrastination habits. (A fact I'm sure they're going to ignore.) Apparently my father found an article that found that people who procrastinate are something like 10% more efficient when they do finally work. I wonder if I can find that article... Maybe I'll get it framed.
I went to donate blood today at UW. The day didn't start off well for anyone. I slept through my alarm clock (again) - I'm going to have to test it to make sure it's functioning - maybe I just keep turning it off and forgetting.
I made it to the donors on time though. Unfortunately they were late in setting up due to the weather and traffic. No problem! That just gave me time to go get food. I was just sitting down to eat in the SLC when suddenly this weird buzzing sound starts, but it was intermittent, so we all just sat and stared at each other for a moment... But it continued. Fine, guess it's a real fire drill after all! We all filed out into the cold and had to stand around for 20 minutes while the firetrucks came and gave us the all clear to go back in.
While waiting for the all clear though, I was slightly annoyed by the one group of people I saw. They decided that it was too cold to wait outside like the rest of us, so they ended up going back into the inner set of doors of the SLC. Maybe this was smart thinking - after all, in all likelihood, it was a false fire alarm... But what if it hadn't been? I kept hoping the fire was real and was going to suddenly erupt and toast the twirps alive. I'm not irritated. Really.
Of course the alarm delayed the blood donors even longer for setting up, but soon all was good and I was zipping through. This donation went a lot smoother than the last time because I had all the places I had visited written down a piece of paper. Yay! Even the donation went very well. It took me about 16 minutes to donate my share (I found out the average time is 10 minutes), and since I had warned the nurse that I tend to have complications from donating (aka getting woozy"), she made me stay laying down for an extra 5 minutes. I think that really did the trick, because I only felt mildly shaky instead of wanting to keel over afterwards.
Stacy managed to find me at the donors (I was like 15 minutes late in meeting her due to all the delays). We ended up going to her new house for lunch (ha ha, it has retro 70s carpets!). I managed to con her into going to the mall so I could do some quick shopping and to see a movie.
We ended up seeing The Children of Men. I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. Stacy found it too violent for her tastes, but I felt the violence added to the atmosphere of the film. The premise of the film is that one day, for no reason, women stop being able to have children. For 18 years, no new children are born, and then suddenly a young woman gets pregnant. The movie is interesting because it shows how both humanity and certain individuals react to the dying out of the human race. I thought the entire film was very thought provoking and profound. I recommend you go check it out.
I went to donate blood today at UW. The day didn't start off well for anyone. I slept through my alarm clock (again) - I'm going to have to test it to make sure it's functioning - maybe I just keep turning it off and forgetting.
I made it to the donors on time though. Unfortunately they were late in setting up due to the weather and traffic. No problem! That just gave me time to go get food. I was just sitting down to eat in the SLC when suddenly this weird buzzing sound starts, but it was intermittent, so we all just sat and stared at each other for a moment... But it continued. Fine, guess it's a real fire drill after all! We all filed out into the cold and had to stand around for 20 minutes while the firetrucks came and gave us the all clear to go back in.
While waiting for the all clear though, I was slightly annoyed by the one group of people I saw. They decided that it was too cold to wait outside like the rest of us, so they ended up going back into the inner set of doors of the SLC. Maybe this was smart thinking - after all, in all likelihood, it was a false fire alarm... But what if it hadn't been? I kept hoping the fire was real and was going to suddenly erupt and toast the twirps alive. I'm not irritated. Really.
Of course the alarm delayed the blood donors even longer for setting up, but soon all was good and I was zipping through. This donation went a lot smoother than the last time because I had all the places I had visited written down a piece of paper. Yay! Even the donation went very well. It took me about 16 minutes to donate my share (I found out the average time is 10 minutes), and since I had warned the nurse that I tend to have complications from donating (aka getting woozy"), she made me stay laying down for an extra 5 minutes. I think that really did the trick, because I only felt mildly shaky instead of wanting to keel over afterwards.
Stacy managed to find me at the donors (I was like 15 minutes late in meeting her due to all the delays). We ended up going to her new house for lunch (ha ha, it has retro 70s carpets!). I managed to con her into going to the mall so I could do some quick shopping and to see a movie.
We ended up seeing The Children of Men. I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. Stacy found it too violent for her tastes, but I felt the violence added to the atmosphere of the film. The premise of the film is that one day, for no reason, women stop being able to have children. For 18 years, no new children are born, and then suddenly a young woman gets pregnant. The movie is interesting because it shows how both humanity and certain individuals react to the dying out of the human race. I thought the entire film was very thought provoking and profound. I recommend you go check it out.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Finally!
In 2004, I didn't get any days off of work because we had good weather all winter.
In 2005, I had a full academic year because none of the typhoons escalated to stage 3.
In 2006, we didn't even HAVE snow.
Finally, in 2007, I got a snow day! Yay!
In 2005, I had a full academic year because none of the typhoons escalated to stage 3.
In 2006, we didn't even HAVE snow.
Finally, in 2007, I got a snow day! Yay!
Friday, January 12, 2007
Public Service Message
I would like to take a moment to promote the environment.
DON'T WASTE ELECTRICITY! DON'T THROW OUT RECYCLABLES! WALK INSTEAD OF DRIVING!
The winter thus far has been pretty damned freaky. For my pals outside of Canada, I should mention that we've had little to NO snow so far! Normally by the middle of January, we're buried in several feet of the stuff! Right now though, you can still see the grass.
Our weather is NOT normal! It is an effect of global warming. I'm beginning to get really freaked out by how rapidly the changes are occuring, and it's infuriating to see how people don't care. For example, since I moved into my new apartment, I've turned the heat down by 7 degrees (no one has noticed) and I'm constantly closing windows that people leave open. All of these careless actions waste electricity which contributes to global warming.
I think what drives home the effects of climate change for me has been watching the Canadian Geese on campus.
Normally the geese leave Waterloo in mid to late November. this year though, they're still here! The migration progress is important to their development - that's when the new adults learn where to fly on their trip down south! And I keep being concerned that the weather might change suddenly to have "real" Canadian weather, and the geese that suddenly have to fly South will starve on their trip. I don't know if all of these ill omens will come to pass, but it concerns me. Several days ago, Waterloo was hit by a cold spell, causing snow and ice to form. While I was walking home, I was struck by seeing a group of geese walking across the ice of Columbia Lake...
If you want to know more about how you can stop global warming, see the following movies/sites!
DON'T WASTE ELECTRICITY! DON'T THROW OUT RECYCLABLES! WALK INSTEAD OF DRIVING!
The winter thus far has been pretty damned freaky. For my pals outside of Canada, I should mention that we've had little to NO snow so far! Normally by the middle of January, we're buried in several feet of the stuff! Right now though, you can still see the grass.
Our weather is NOT normal! It is an effect of global warming. I'm beginning to get really freaked out by how rapidly the changes are occuring, and it's infuriating to see how people don't care. For example, since I moved into my new apartment, I've turned the heat down by 7 degrees (no one has noticed) and I'm constantly closing windows that people leave open. All of these careless actions waste electricity which contributes to global warming.
I think what drives home the effects of climate change for me has been watching the Canadian Geese on campus.
Normally the geese leave Waterloo in mid to late November. this year though, they're still here! The migration progress is important to their development - that's when the new adults learn where to fly on their trip down south! And I keep being concerned that the weather might change suddenly to have "real" Canadian weather, and the geese that suddenly have to fly South will starve on their trip. I don't know if all of these ill omens will come to pass, but it concerns me. Several days ago, Waterloo was hit by a cold spell, causing snow and ice to form. While I was walking home, I was struck by seeing a group of geese walking across the ice of Columbia Lake...If you want to know more about how you can stop global warming, see the following movies/sites!
- An Inconvient Truth - A great film that explains the basics of global warming.
- Climate Change Canada
- Transport Canada's Climate Change website
- Natural Resources Canada - Climate Change site
Memories of Asia
Living with my new housemates has brought back a lot of memories from my exchange. Mainly it's due to the familiar smells - they don't cook often, but when they do, it smells like I'm back on the streets of Mong Kok with the various odors wafting around. I love it (even when I hate the smell).
Another amusing memory that they've brought back is of traveling in China. One of them, most likely Shunde, likes to hoark in the bathroom. The sound of it reminds me of walking the streets in mainland China. Part of me is vastly amused by this, even while the hairs on the back of my neck try to stand on end.
The final similarity between my apartment and Hong Kong is the random miscommunications that occur. One specific instance comes immediately to mind. I had gone to the gym one morning, and when I returned, I started chatting with Shuang. I told her in Chinese that I had gone to the gym, but I guess I said "gym" wrong. She proceeded to repeat the word back to me, then she kept saying something in Chinese that I couldn't understand. I kept replying, "I don't understand" in Chinese. After literally 2 minutes of this, she finally looks at me and says very slowly in Chinese, "I'm speaking English." That's when I realized that she had been spelling out, "G-Y-M" the entire time. I had been confused because the letter "G" sounds like the word "ji" in Mandarin. LOL. When I finally realized what was going on, I was laughing hysterically and embarrasedly. :)
Another amusing memory that they've brought back is of traveling in China. One of them, most likely Shunde, likes to hoark in the bathroom. The sound of it reminds me of walking the streets in mainland China. Part of me is vastly amused by this, even while the hairs on the back of my neck try to stand on end.
The final similarity between my apartment and Hong Kong is the random miscommunications that occur. One specific instance comes immediately to mind. I had gone to the gym one morning, and when I returned, I started chatting with Shuang. I told her in Chinese that I had gone to the gym, but I guess I said "gym" wrong. She proceeded to repeat the word back to me, then she kept saying something in Chinese that I couldn't understand. I kept replying, "I don't understand" in Chinese. After literally 2 minutes of this, she finally looks at me and says very slowly in Chinese, "I'm speaking English." That's when I realized that she had been spelling out, "G-Y-M" the entire time. I had been confused because the letter "G" sounds like the word "ji" in Mandarin. LOL. When I finally realized what was going on, I was laughing hysterically and embarrasedly. :)
Thursday, January 11, 2007
New everything
It seems as though yet another new term has begun. I'm enjoying my term so far. My new apartment is a lot nicer than my last one which makes a big difference. My landlady/landlord are from Wuhan China and they're so nice! They keep trying to talk in Chinese to me. I'm able to understand a lot of what they're saying, after I stop to think about it first. I'm also picking up a few new words, and relearning stuff I had forgotten. There's another guy living in the house, a second year who lives in the basement. He seems nice, but I rarely see him or talk to him. I probably couldn't pick him out of a crowd either.
My classes seem a lot duller than the ones last term. I'm taking a lot of required courses that I missed while off on co-op and while abroad. Therefore I'm taking the continuation of my Canadian History Senior Seminar, American History since 1877, Arts in the Humanities, and The Global South.
My history seminar seems really interesting so far. My prof for that course is also the Dean of Arts, and he's very enthusiastic about teaching us how to write a proper history paper. The course requires that we write a 25-30 page history paper using lots of primary sources, and give a 15 minute oral presentation of the paper. Yikes! That's not the difficult part though. The hard part of this course had already passed - choosing a topic! We were allowed to choose ANY topic we wanted from Canadian history. That seems easy enough, but how do you know what you can talk about for 30 pages???
I ended up choosing to write about the Suez Canal Crisis. I figured that was something I'd be interested in, it was international in scope and so on. However, after our second lecture meeting, I realized just how many primary sources (original documents from the event in question) the prof wanted, and I also realized that I didn't feel like reading through a bunch of old government documents on the topic! By the time the lecture was over, I had decided to switch my topic. I'm now going to write about the experience of Canadian prisoners of war in Hong Kong in 1941. Ha! Now there's a topic I'm interested in!
I don't have much to say about my American History class. So far it's pretty mundane. Essentially I can take anything I've learned about in Canadian history and substitute "America" for "Canada" and get it right. Let's face it, Americans did everything before we Canadians did, and earlier too! I proved this point in my first discussion class when I drew upon my knowledge of the Canadian reform movement and simply applied it to the American context we were talking about and got kudos from the prof. Ha ha. Little does he know...
I had been pretty worried about my Arts in the Humanities class. I've heard terrible things about it from all my friends who've taken it - they've said it's boring, useless, no one goes to lectures, etc. Essentially the course covers the topics of humanities in every major culture/age in history. (e.g. We've already moved from the Paleolithic period to the Egyptians to the Greeks.) While I'll admit that the course is dry and not presenting any amazing revelations, the prof is funny and enthusiastic about teaching us. (e.g. When discussing the unification of Egypt, the prof flashed a photo from the Scorpion King and mentioned the legends behind him. He also recited Egyptian love poetry for us.) Time will tell if this turns out to be the terrible class everyone has told me it is.
As for my final course, The Global South, I'm enjoying it, but having a hard time with it. The course is essentially an introduction to International Development with a focus on Kenya, China, and some South American country I can't remember. It's neat because we're learning the background as to how the world has become so screwed up. However, I'm having a hard time because the prof has a thick Russian accent and is very soft spoken... The accent isn't as much of a problem as the soft spoken part is. I'll be following the lecture easily, then suddenly I'll miss something she says and have a hard time getting back on track.
Okay, I guess this is a good enough summary of my life so far. Make sure you check out my "Holiday Summary" post below that I just put online. :) I'll add some more funny stories and a few more posts that aren't novel-length when I've had a rest. :)
My classes seem a lot duller than the ones last term. I'm taking a lot of required courses that I missed while off on co-op and while abroad. Therefore I'm taking the continuation of my Canadian History Senior Seminar, American History since 1877, Arts in the Humanities, and The Global South.
My history seminar seems really interesting so far. My prof for that course is also the Dean of Arts, and he's very enthusiastic about teaching us how to write a proper history paper. The course requires that we write a 25-30 page history paper using lots of primary sources, and give a 15 minute oral presentation of the paper. Yikes! That's not the difficult part though. The hard part of this course had already passed - choosing a topic! We were allowed to choose ANY topic we wanted from Canadian history. That seems easy enough, but how do you know what you can talk about for 30 pages???
I ended up choosing to write about the Suez Canal Crisis. I figured that was something I'd be interested in, it was international in scope and so on. However, after our second lecture meeting, I realized just how many primary sources (original documents from the event in question) the prof wanted, and I also realized that I didn't feel like reading through a bunch of old government documents on the topic! By the time the lecture was over, I had decided to switch my topic. I'm now going to write about the experience of Canadian prisoners of war in Hong Kong in 1941. Ha! Now there's a topic I'm interested in!
I don't have much to say about my American History class. So far it's pretty mundane. Essentially I can take anything I've learned about in Canadian history and substitute "America" for "Canada" and get it right. Let's face it, Americans did everything before we Canadians did, and earlier too! I proved this point in my first discussion class when I drew upon my knowledge of the Canadian reform movement and simply applied it to the American context we were talking about and got kudos from the prof. Ha ha. Little does he know...
I had been pretty worried about my Arts in the Humanities class. I've heard terrible things about it from all my friends who've taken it - they've said it's boring, useless, no one goes to lectures, etc. Essentially the course covers the topics of humanities in every major culture/age in history. (e.g. We've already moved from the Paleolithic period to the Egyptians to the Greeks.) While I'll admit that the course is dry and not presenting any amazing revelations, the prof is funny and enthusiastic about teaching us. (e.g. When discussing the unification of Egypt, the prof flashed a photo from the Scorpion King and mentioned the legends behind him. He also recited Egyptian love poetry for us.) Time will tell if this turns out to be the terrible class everyone has told me it is.
As for my final course, The Global South, I'm enjoying it, but having a hard time with it. The course is essentially an introduction to International Development with a focus on Kenya, China, and some South American country I can't remember. It's neat because we're learning the background as to how the world has become so screwed up. However, I'm having a hard time because the prof has a thick Russian accent and is very soft spoken... The accent isn't as much of a problem as the soft spoken part is. I'll be following the lecture easily, then suddenly I'll miss something she says and have a hard time getting back on track.
Okay, I guess this is a good enough summary of my life so far. Make sure you check out my "Holiday Summary" post below that I just put online. :) I'll add some more funny stories and a few more posts that aren't novel-length when I've had a rest. :)
Holiday Summary
Okay. I started this post back while I was ON vacation, now it's time to finish it!
It seems as though Christmas vacation hasnearly finished. I can't believe what a sloth I've been! (Well, it's not that surprising, but I do wonder how I haven't gone insane by doing nothing day after day.) I can't even tell you the highlights of my days because they've all blurred into one generic sense of deja vu. I get up around 10, sloth around my room, eat, talk with my parents, eat, play on computer, sleep.
Melanie was down for several days. We had a good time together - she can't do too much since she's on her crutches, so I would cater on her hand and foot. (Well, most of the time at least. There was an incident in Staples when she smacked me with her crutches which caused me to place her goods in the middle of the aisle and walk away. Tee hee - watching her try to hobble on her crutches and carry her purchases was amusing.) I also had to run around on Christmas eve and try to buy all her last minute gifts for mom and dad.
Christmas day itself was a lot of fun. Mel and Scott came over later in the morning to open presents (they had gone to Scott's nephews' first). I had to play "Santa" this year (Santa = the job of the person to hand gifts out). Normally Mel does this, but her knee made her incapacitated. I can't believe the amount of stuff I got this year. Maybe it seemed like more because I didn't get any gifts (except in the form of cash) last year, but I was happy. I got all the major things on my wishlist, and a few unexpected ones as well.
One gift that I gave to my parents made me stupidly pleased with myself. We're always joking that my parents' house is so cold, that penguins would shiver if they entered it. Therefore, we're always buying penguin themed Christmas decorations as jokes. Well, I found the most ADORABLE stuffed penguins! There's two penguins, hugging each, wrapped in the same scarf. They were so cute, I just had to buy them.
As mentioned, I can't remember what I did for the rest of the holidays... I went to see the James Bond movie again, as well as see The Holiday with my mom. That latter was very cute. :) I also did a lot of cooking. One of my Christmas gifts was a Thai cookbook, so I made a beef soup recipe from it (delicious), as well as a Lemongrass chicken recipe (very NOT delicious - it smelled like a cat had crawled into my marinade and died). I also did a lot of baking at the beginning of the holiday. Since my mom's a diabetic now, I didn't bake as much, but the one thing I'm proud of was my Polish apple cake! I had to wing the recipe while making it (e.g. one step called for melted the "Fleichsmanns butter," but it didn't indicate how much (since it's sold in two small tubs)... Turns out you should use both tubs, not one.)
I have to admit, by the time my vacation was over, I was happy to go back to school. I was actually getting bored of staying at home and watching TV/reading. I never thought I'd feel that way!
I ended up moving back to Waterloo on January 2nd, the day before classes began. My housemates were home and helped my dad and I to drag my stuff upstairs. I had been told when I agreed to live here, that I'd have my choice of twin or queen bed. I had chosen the twin bed... And when I got here, it turns out I was getting a queen! This posed a slight problem since I didn't have queen sheets - my sister had bought me twin sheets for Christmas. I ended up having to go to Walmart and buy a new set of sheets.
After a bit more shopping, my dad dropped me back off at my apartment to finish getting settled. I tried to make my bed using my new sheets... I couldn't fit them on the mattress! I stretched and stretched the sheets, but they would not fit! I double checked the packaging on the sheets and yes, it said it was for a Queen bed. After a few more struggles, I checked the label on the sheet itself - it said it was a twin! I went back and looked at the packaging... Some doorknob had messed up the packaging. On one side of the plastic it said the bedding was for a twin bed, but the other side said it was for a Queen. Doh!
I ended up hopping back on the bus to go return my sheets and buy an actual set of queen sheets. An hour later, I had returned home and was again putting the new sheets on my bed. Only now, the things were massive! My mattress was wallowing in the material! I finally had to get out a measuring tape and physically measure the mattress. It turns out that I have neither a twin nor a queen bed - I have a double! Doh! I was slightly bitter about all the time wasted searching for sheets.
It seems as though Christmas vacation has
Melanie was down for several days. We had a good time together - she can't do too much since she's on her crutches, so I would cater on her hand and foot. (Well, most of the time at least. There was an incident in Staples when she smacked me with her crutches which caused me to place her goods in the middle of the aisle and walk away. Tee hee - watching her try to hobble on her crutches and carry her purchases was amusing.) I also had to run around on Christmas eve and try to buy all her last minute gifts for mom and dad.
Christmas day itself was a lot of fun. Mel and Scott came over later in the morning to open presents (they had gone to Scott's nephews' first). I had to play "Santa" this year (Santa = the job of the person to hand gifts out). Normally Mel does this, but her knee made her incapacitated. I can't believe the amount of stuff I got this year. Maybe it seemed like more because I didn't get any gifts (except in the form of cash) last year, but I was happy. I got all the major things on my wishlist, and a few unexpected ones as well.
One gift that I gave to my parents made me stupidly pleased with myself. We're always joking that my parents' house is so cold, that penguins would shiver if they entered it. Therefore, we're always buying penguin themed Christmas decorations as jokes. Well, I found the most ADORABLE stuffed penguins! There's two penguins, hugging each, wrapped in the same scarf. They were so cute, I just had to buy them.
As mentioned, I can't remember what I did for the rest of the holidays... I went to see the James Bond movie again, as well as see The Holiday with my mom. That latter was very cute. :) I also did a lot of cooking. One of my Christmas gifts was a Thai cookbook, so I made a beef soup recipe from it (delicious), as well as a Lemongrass chicken recipe (very NOT delicious - it smelled like a cat had crawled into my marinade and died). I also did a lot of baking at the beginning of the holiday. Since my mom's a diabetic now, I didn't bake as much, but the one thing I'm proud of was my Polish apple cake! I had to wing the recipe while making it (e.g. one step called for melted the "Fleichsmanns butter," but it didn't indicate how much (since it's sold in two small tubs)... Turns out you should use both tubs, not one.)
I have to admit, by the time my vacation was over, I was happy to go back to school. I was actually getting bored of staying at home and watching TV/reading. I never thought I'd feel that way!
I ended up moving back to Waterloo on January 2nd, the day before classes began. My housemates were home and helped my dad and I to drag my stuff upstairs. I had been told when I agreed to live here, that I'd have my choice of twin or queen bed. I had chosen the twin bed... And when I got here, it turns out I was getting a queen! This posed a slight problem since I didn't have queen sheets - my sister had bought me twin sheets for Christmas. I ended up having to go to Walmart and buy a new set of sheets.
After a bit more shopping, my dad dropped me back off at my apartment to finish getting settled. I tried to make my bed using my new sheets... I couldn't fit them on the mattress! I stretched and stretched the sheets, but they would not fit! I double checked the packaging on the sheets and yes, it said it was for a Queen bed. After a few more struggles, I checked the label on the sheet itself - it said it was a twin! I went back and looked at the packaging... Some doorknob had messed up the packaging. On one side of the plastic it said the bedding was for a twin bed, but the other side said it was for a Queen. Doh!
I ended up hopping back on the bus to go return my sheets and buy an actual set of queen sheets. An hour later, I had returned home and was again putting the new sheets on my bed. Only now, the things were massive! My mattress was wallowing in the material! I finally had to get out a measuring tape and physically measure the mattress. It turns out that I have neither a twin nor a queen bed - I have a double! Doh! I was slightly bitter about all the time wasted searching for sheets.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Exam goodness
Egads! I had my final exam (in international studies) yesterday and I forgot to mention possibly the funniest exam story EVER in my entire academic career!
So the professor managed to arrive 5 minutes before the exam began. He started handing out the exam papers and booklets. First off, he didn't hand out enough papers so my row didn't get any exams. No problem, hand goes up, I get a paper, life is good.
I begin to read said paper. Dear god! It's talking about pollution in a factory in Ontario. I'm totally freaking out - I can't think of anything this has to do with International Studies! I then tried to peek at the girl's paper beside then I realized her exam sheet and mine don't look alike. I raised my hand and when the prof approached, I asked him if I had the right exam.
He starts giggling hysterically and snatches it out of my hand. Apparently he had given me the exam for his Business Ethics class. Oh my god - I had never been so terrified in my life! LOL And apparently the girl beside me only received half the exam paper instead of the entire thing.
Anyways, after the exam, I ended up going to the mall, bought a random book (from the romance section!), came home and FLAKED OUT. It was amazingly wonderful. (The flaking, not the book.) Later that night, after Tao had written his own final exam, we ended up going out for a couple of drinks at Caesar Martini's. That's a pretty swank place. I liked it a lot! And then today, he and I went for dim sum at Cameron's Seafood Restaurant. I am now so full that I feel like bursting!
So the professor managed to arrive 5 minutes before the exam began. He started handing out the exam papers and booklets. First off, he didn't hand out enough papers so my row didn't get any exams. No problem, hand goes up, I get a paper, life is good.
I begin to read said paper. Dear god! It's talking about pollution in a factory in Ontario. I'm totally freaking out - I can't think of anything this has to do with International Studies! I then tried to peek at the girl's paper beside then I realized her exam sheet and mine don't look alike. I raised my hand and when the prof approached, I asked him if I had the right exam.
He starts giggling hysterically and snatches it out of my hand. Apparently he had given me the exam for his Business Ethics class. Oh my god - I had never been so terrified in my life! LOL And apparently the girl beside me only received half the exam paper instead of the entire thing.
Anyways, after the exam, I ended up going to the mall, bought a random book (from the romance section!), came home and FLAKED OUT. It was amazingly wonderful. (The flaking, not the book.) Later that night, after Tao had written his own final exam, we ended up going out for a couple of drinks at Caesar Martini's. That's a pretty swank place. I liked it a lot! And then today, he and I went for dim sum at Cameron's Seafood Restaurant. I am now so full that I feel like bursting!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Complete!
Yeah baby! I'm done exams, I've got a place to live next term, and my prof has apparently just tossed my reference letter into the mail! Life is GOOD!
Monday, December 18, 2006
Axl Rose you are not
Dear Bryan,
I'm pretty sure you're aware that blasting your music past midnight is a no-no. It's very distracting. What's even more distracting is you singing along to the music. Your musical talent is disgustingly lacking and your voice sounds like a 3 year old with a cold.
Regards, your upstairs housemate,
Maureen
I'm pretty sure you're aware that blasting your music past midnight is a no-no. It's very distracting. What's even more distracting is you singing along to the music. Your musical talent is disgustingly lacking and your voice sounds like a 3 year old with a cold.
Regards, your upstairs housemate,
Maureen
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Mmm. 3am McDonald's.
A big thanks goes out to Victoria for inviting me out last night. She rounded up a bunch of her friends and we all went to Revolution for a night of dancing. Even nicer - she (well, her friend at least) got 3 of us in there for free on the guest list. Woot.
The night was fun. I had a good time hanging with the girls - with the exception of Victoria, I only knew one other girl, and I had only met her a few days ago at my Canadian government exam. I have to admit though, I'm not a huge fan of Revolution. I like people watching there, but otherwise the music kind of bites. The people were for the most part in a great mood and were really funny. There were two fights though. We ended up leaving the club at around 2:45am. I think that's the latest I've been up in a few months!
So what do 6 hyped up girls do at 3 in the morning? Go to McDonald's of course! LOL - trying to get our ordering done was a task in itself. But the time we got to the ordering speaker thingie, Victoria was laughing so hard she couldn't speak, so Venus had to take over. Even then it was a painful process. Venus apologized to the guy through the speaker, "Sorry, we're a little crazy in here" and we got the reply, "Yeah, it sounds like it."
With 6 of us illegally smushed into a 5 person car, we needed to find some place to eat our food. (Only the drive thru was open, not the restaurant part itself.) While arguing over where to go eat, two of the girls had to go to the washroom so we stopped at a Tim Horton's. We began arguing over whether we could eat our McDonald's in the Tim Horton's... Well, apparently the two girls who went to use the washroom asked the staff there if we could do it... Then next thing I know, we're eating McDonald's take out, in a Tim Horton's at 3am. Too funny.
The night was fun. I had a good time hanging with the girls - with the exception of Victoria, I only knew one other girl, and I had only met her a few days ago at my Canadian government exam. I have to admit though, I'm not a huge fan of Revolution. I like people watching there, but otherwise the music kind of bites. The people were for the most part in a great mood and were really funny. There were two fights though. We ended up leaving the club at around 2:45am. I think that's the latest I've been up in a few months!
So what do 6 hyped up girls do at 3 in the morning? Go to McDonald's of course! LOL - trying to get our ordering done was a task in itself. But the time we got to the ordering speaker thingie, Victoria was laughing so hard she couldn't speak, so Venus had to take over. Even then it was a painful process. Venus apologized to the guy through the speaker, "Sorry, we're a little crazy in here" and we got the reply, "Yeah, it sounds like it."
With 6 of us illegally smushed into a 5 person car, we needed to find some place to eat our food. (Only the drive thru was open, not the restaurant part itself.) While arguing over where to go eat, two of the girls had to go to the washroom so we stopped at a Tim Horton's. We began arguing over whether we could eat our McDonald's in the Tim Horton's... Well, apparently the two girls who went to use the washroom asked the staff there if we could do it... Then next thing I know, we're eating McDonald's take out, in a Tim Horton's at 3am. Too funny.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
My feet have the plague!
Ewww. Stacy and I went to look at an apartment yesterday. There were two apartments - one upstairs and one downstairs. Ewww. I don't think they've cleaned either at all since September.
There were dustbunnies lining the upstairs hall that threatened to swallow me whole. And I'm pretty sure that when I ventured into the downstairs bathroom, the toilet tried to reach out and grab me. Seriously! There was MOLD growing in it. MOLD! Not just dirt... Actual mold. It was revolting.
Stacy and I ended up fleeing upstairs ahead of the landlady. I laughed because we were both scraping the crap off our feet before putting on our shoes.
On the plus side, when we mentioned our err, disgust, with the common areas, the landlady agreed and mentioned maybe something could be worked out. Unfortunately I received an email from her husband today and all he's offering is a $50/month discount if one of us cleaned the common area, or $25/month off if both of us cleaned. This would be a sweet deal, but the apartments are already overpriced. And I don't want to be in charge of cleaning up after such pigs. Plus I saw a bong in the basement downstairs - that's not a smell I want to live with. :S
There were dustbunnies lining the upstairs hall that threatened to swallow me whole. And I'm pretty sure that when I ventured into the downstairs bathroom, the toilet tried to reach out and grab me. Seriously! There was MOLD growing in it. MOLD! Not just dirt... Actual mold. It was revolting.
Stacy and I ended up fleeing upstairs ahead of the landlady. I laughed because we were both scraping the crap off our feet before putting on our shoes.
On the plus side, when we mentioned our err, disgust, with the common areas, the landlady agreed and mentioned maybe something could be worked out. Unfortunately I received an email from her husband today and all he's offering is a $50/month discount if one of us cleaned the common area, or $25/month off if both of us cleaned. This would be a sweet deal, but the apartments are already overpriced. And I don't want to be in charge of cleaning up after such pigs. Plus I saw a bong in the basement downstairs - that's not a smell I want to live with. :S
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Oh happy day!
Today was my Canadian Government and Politics exam. I did terribly on it. Luckily, I wasn't the only one. I discussed the exam with a few of my friends, and eavesdropped on other students - we were all surprised by the exam. How so? Well, the midterm in that class was insanely hard - I've honestly never had such a difficult midterm (and a multiple-choice one at that) in my life. Therefore, we were all expecting something similar for the final.
Alas, twas not meant to be. Instead, the questions were ridiculously easy (list these, list those)... Unfortunately I hadn't really studied for that kind of test, or studied hard at all (see? I'm taking SOME responsibility for this). And then there was a final essay question. I don't think I've ever written an essay with absolutely no substance behind it. There were lots of pretty words, but no meaning to them. I actually read the essay question first, muttered, "Oh shit" out loud, then went back to the fill in the blanks questions.
I don't know if this exam was difficult in itself, or whether I've just been spoiled by all the other profs. Normally professors will focus on either the textbook, or their lecture notes for the content of their tests. This prof though expects us to know both (hence the stupid question regarding the Privy Council - it was mentioned in like, ONE paragraph in the entire 400 page textbook. How would I know to memorize that one small section???). While one part of me is like, "Yeah, it's fair of him to demand that," the other part of me is like, "This isn't like all the other classes I've ever taken?! What the hell?!" So there's pros and cons to his style... I just wish there had been more tests and whatnot, so we'd get a better feel for what he wanted in his essays, etc.
Anyways, I exited the exam feeling like shit because of the piss poor job I did on it. Then I remembered that I needed to pick up my marked paper for the same class. We had written this paper back in November and it was only returned today. I entered the classroom that the papers were in, grabbed mine, and left again because I didn't want the prof to see my reaction or talk to me when I looked at my paper.
Out in the hallway, I ignored any comments he had written on my paper (a book review), and skipped straight to the marking sheet. 95%. Eh? No. Something must be wrong. So I flip back through the paper trying to find comments. Nothing is written except for a request for an example at one of my arguments. I honestly could not believe that I got a 95% on my paper. I was so convinced that something was wrong, that I actually went back into the classroom and asked the professor to confirm that the mark was right. LOL. He assured me that it was and sent me on my merry way. I STILL can't believe it! This paper is worth 40% of my final grade! (Which is fantastic considering how poorly I did on the final exam.)
The most amusing thing about this paper is that I essentially wrote it the day it was due. And I was in one of those headspaces where I could only stare at my computer screen in dismay. I had NO idea what to write. I remember that I was so frustrated that I just began to type up random crap. I deliberately avoided discussing two whole chapters because I had no clue as to what the author was talking about in them.
So yay me! And, since I'm so damned pleased with myself, here's the essay I just talked about. (Minus its cover page and works cited page.)
Alas, twas not meant to be. Instead, the questions were ridiculously easy (list these, list those)... Unfortunately I hadn't really studied for that kind of test, or studied hard at all (see? I'm taking SOME responsibility for this). And then there was a final essay question. I don't think I've ever written an essay with absolutely no substance behind it. There were lots of pretty words, but no meaning to them. I actually read the essay question first, muttered, "Oh shit" out loud, then went back to the fill in the blanks questions.
I don't know if this exam was difficult in itself, or whether I've just been spoiled by all the other profs. Normally professors will focus on either the textbook, or their lecture notes for the content of their tests. This prof though expects us to know both (hence the stupid question regarding the Privy Council - it was mentioned in like, ONE paragraph in the entire 400 page textbook. How would I know to memorize that one small section???). While one part of me is like, "Yeah, it's fair of him to demand that," the other part of me is like, "This isn't like all the other classes I've ever taken?! What the hell?!" So there's pros and cons to his style... I just wish there had been more tests and whatnot, so we'd get a better feel for what he wanted in his essays, etc.
Anyways, I exited the exam feeling like shit because of the piss poor job I did on it. Then I remembered that I needed to pick up my marked paper for the same class. We had written this paper back in November and it was only returned today. I entered the classroom that the papers were in, grabbed mine, and left again because I didn't want the prof to see my reaction or talk to me when I looked at my paper.
Out in the hallway, I ignored any comments he had written on my paper (a book review), and skipped straight to the marking sheet. 95%. Eh? No. Something must be wrong. So I flip back through the paper trying to find comments. Nothing is written except for a request for an example at one of my arguments. I honestly could not believe that I got a 95% on my paper. I was so convinced that something was wrong, that I actually went back into the classroom and asked the professor to confirm that the mark was right. LOL. He assured me that it was and sent me on my merry way. I STILL can't believe it! This paper is worth 40% of my final grade! (Which is fantastic considering how poorly I did on the final exam.)
The most amusing thing about this paper is that I essentially wrote it the day it was due. And I was in one of those headspaces where I could only stare at my computer screen in dismay. I had NO idea what to write. I remember that I was so frustrated that I just began to type up random crap. I deliberately avoided discussing two whole chapters because I had no clue as to what the author was talking about in them.
So yay me! And, since I'm so damned pleased with myself, here's the essay I just talked about. (Minus its cover page and works cited page.)
Sunday, December 10, 2006
♪ Why'd you have to go make things so complicated?♪
Jill - I totally stole those music notes from your blog. :) And the song title idea... Mwahahahaaa.
Anyways, regarding my laptop, I ended up calling HP and they sent me a box for my laptop so I could send it into them for servicing. Amusingly, they spelled my name wrong on the box. Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Maureen Darrow now.
That's not the point though. Nor is there really a point. I just felt like sharing this with you guys. Since I'm going back home soon, my parents and I figured it would be best if I just had my laptop shipped back to Owen Sound instead of Waterloo. At first I was just going to slap on a big sign to my laptop saying "When fixed, send this laptop to this address blah blah blah."
Luckily I figured I'd phone HP to make sure this wouldn't cause any problems. Gah. 20 minutes later (10 of which was spent listening to some terribly cheesy/funny hold music), and now they're sending me a new box with my old and new address on it yada yada yada. I think the guy also attempted to slap me on the wrist for the havoc I created on his "logistics team" but I couldn't understand him. Neener.
So it looks like I'll have the net for a few days more. This isn't good for my studying plans...
Anyways, regarding my laptop, I ended up calling HP and they sent me a box for my laptop so I could send it into them for servicing. Amusingly, they spelled my name wrong on the box. Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Maureen Darrow now.
That's not the point though. Nor is there really a point. I just felt like sharing this with you guys. Since I'm going back home soon, my parents and I figured it would be best if I just had my laptop shipped back to Owen Sound instead of Waterloo. At first I was just going to slap on a big sign to my laptop saying "When fixed, send this laptop to this address blah blah blah."
Luckily I figured I'd phone HP to make sure this wouldn't cause any problems. Gah. 20 minutes later (10 of which was spent listening to some terribly cheesy/funny hold music), and now they're sending me a new box with my old and new address on it yada yada yada. I think the guy also attempted to slap me on the wrist for the havoc I created on his "logistics team" but I couldn't understand him. Neener.
So it looks like I'll have the net for a few days more. This isn't good for my studying plans...
Must... Not... DESTROY!
Today is the closest I'll probably ever kill Bryan. Thank God - well, Bryan had better thank God, that Agnes woke me up before he did.
I was woken up by Agnes' moving around in the kitchen around 8:30. Less than 15 minutes after I dragged my butt out of bed, music starts BLASTING from downstairs. I can hear the lyrics, and feel the thump of the bass through the floor. How fucking rude do you have to be to play your music so loudly before 9am?!?!
I was woken up by Agnes' moving around in the kitchen around 8:30. Less than 15 minutes after I dragged my butt out of bed, music starts BLASTING from downstairs. I can hear the lyrics, and feel the thump of the bass through the floor. How fucking rude do you have to be to play your music so loudly before 9am?!?!
Saturday, December 09, 2006
A pleasant day indeed
Hoorah! I managed to guilt my mom and dad into coming to visit me this Saturday. ("I miss you guys!") Suckers. Little did they know, I did it all for free lunch and help with Christmas shopping. LOL. Just joking.
We had a terrific time together. My dad was dropped off at Chapters as usual. My mom felt guilty about leaving him there all day, but Melanie pointed out, "John? Bored by being at Chapters all day? Hell, he's probably so happy he's doing snow angels!" This was greatly amusing.
We girls ended up tromping down to Fairview Mall do try to get all of our shopping for the people living up North done. Since Mel had hurt her knee and was on crutches, mom and I got her a wheelchair for our shopping expedition. Wow! I think I need to go shopping with people in wheelchairs more often. I was pushing Mel around and we had people constantly leaping out of the way in the aisles. It was fantastic! This was espcially amazing since it's Christmas time and a Saturday - the mall was busier than normal and we still had great luck.
There were only two times when we had issues. Once, a couple of teenie-boppers accidentally hit Mel's leg causing her to yelp and her leg to spasm. You could tell the girls felt bad, but what could they do? The second time was my own fault. I wheeled Mel into the elevator and while I was trying to manoeuvre her inside it, I accidentally knocked her foot on the wall. Whoops. She forgave me though, so life was good.
Possibly the most shocking part of the day was dinner. My mom actually suggested we go to Cameron's Seafood Restaurant again! My mom did! My mom! Holy crap! I swear my jaw nearly hit the ground. Despite my surprise, I jumped on the chance. We met up with Scott at the restaurant and had another amazing meal. (My sibling wasn't too keen on the chinese brocoli though.) I had a great conversation with our waitress - I had ordered our rice in Cantonese (at my dad's badgering), only to find out our waitress spoke Mandarin. So we chatted for a few minutes. She was very impressed, and I was very pleased with her being impressed. :)
Afterwards my parents took me grocery shopping quickly and then we returned to my house. I had been excited to go back home, because Bryan had been gone the night before and I assumed he was gone all weekend. Alas, twas not meant to be. In fact, not only was he home, but his friend had moved in too. Damn. So now I'm crabbed out and keep catching myself deliberately finding reasons to be annoyed with them. Not that they've done anything (well, Bryan did blast his music for awhile, but that's nothing new). In fact, the house is a lot prettier now that the new guy had moved in. He's got all kinds of shiny cookware, garbage can, etc. I'm a little shocked - first of all, I can't believe Bryan has a friend who's so tidy, and secondly, how the hell can a student afford all this stuff? Dad? Never complain about moving me around ever again - this guy brought a huge TV, a couch, microwave, plates, etc, etc, etc. Egads!
Anyways, Agnes returned home and she brought me a gift! The recipe for her mom's apple cake! It's funny to read the recipe because it's translated from Polish, and her mom makes it from memory without measuring stuff. So when I read "1 cup of flour," she means 1 coffee mug of flour. :) (She even included that little explanation on the side of the recipe. LOL) I can't wait to try to make this baby! I seemed to be anxious to bake anything, because I ended up also baking a quick batch of shortbread cookies. They are very tasty.
We had a terrific time together. My dad was dropped off at Chapters as usual. My mom felt guilty about leaving him there all day, but Melanie pointed out, "John? Bored by being at Chapters all day? Hell, he's probably so happy he's doing snow angels!" This was greatly amusing.
We girls ended up tromping down to Fairview Mall do try to get all of our shopping for the people living up North done. Since Mel had hurt her knee and was on crutches, mom and I got her a wheelchair for our shopping expedition. Wow! I think I need to go shopping with people in wheelchairs more often. I was pushing Mel around and we had people constantly leaping out of the way in the aisles. It was fantastic! This was espcially amazing since it's Christmas time and a Saturday - the mall was busier than normal and we still had great luck.
There were only two times when we had issues. Once, a couple of teenie-boppers accidentally hit Mel's leg causing her to yelp and her leg to spasm. You could tell the girls felt bad, but what could they do? The second time was my own fault. I wheeled Mel into the elevator and while I was trying to manoeuvre her inside it, I accidentally knocked her foot on the wall. Whoops. She forgave me though, so life was good.
Possibly the most shocking part of the day was dinner. My mom actually suggested we go to Cameron's Seafood Restaurant again! My mom did! My mom! Holy crap! I swear my jaw nearly hit the ground. Despite my surprise, I jumped on the chance. We met up with Scott at the restaurant and had another amazing meal. (My sibling wasn't too keen on the chinese brocoli though.) I had a great conversation with our waitress - I had ordered our rice in Cantonese (at my dad's badgering), only to find out our waitress spoke Mandarin. So we chatted for a few minutes. She was very impressed, and I was very pleased with her being impressed. :)
Afterwards my parents took me grocery shopping quickly and then we returned to my house. I had been excited to go back home, because Bryan had been gone the night before and I assumed he was gone all weekend. Alas, twas not meant to be. In fact, not only was he home, but his friend had moved in too. Damn. So now I'm crabbed out and keep catching myself deliberately finding reasons to be annoyed with them. Not that they've done anything (well, Bryan did blast his music for awhile, but that's nothing new). In fact, the house is a lot prettier now that the new guy had moved in. He's got all kinds of shiny cookware, garbage can, etc. I'm a little shocked - first of all, I can't believe Bryan has a friend who's so tidy, and secondly, how the hell can a student afford all this stuff? Dad? Never complain about moving me around ever again - this guy brought a huge TV, a couch, microwave, plates, etc, etc, etc. Egads!
Anyways, Agnes returned home and she brought me a gift! The recipe for her mom's apple cake! It's funny to read the recipe because it's translated from Polish, and her mom makes it from memory without measuring stuff. So when I read "1 cup of flour," she means 1 coffee mug of flour. :) (She even included that little explanation on the side of the recipe. LOL) I can't wait to try to make this baby! I seemed to be anxious to bake anything, because I ended up also baking a quick batch of shortbread cookies. They are very tasty.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Gnawing on rubber
Before I forget, I MUST recount this story.
I believe I mentioned it already, but to recap, I went to the dentist several weeks ago and found out that I've been grinding my teeth a lot in my sleep. The dentist suggested I get a mouthguard or retainer thingie to wear at night so I wouldn't damage my teeth anymore.
I finally ended up buying a mouthguard and accidentally melted it partially during the forming process. (One side is slightly lumpier than the other, but it serves its purpose despite its flaws.)
I ended up wearing the mouthguard that very night. When I woke up, I was like, "What the hell's in my mouth?" and proceeded to try to chomp it out whatever it was. That's when I clued into fact that it was my mouthguard... Yeah. Here I am, chewing on plastic at 8am in the morning. I was pretty amused by the situation.
I believe I mentioned it already, but to recap, I went to the dentist several weeks ago and found out that I've been grinding my teeth a lot in my sleep. The dentist suggested I get a mouthguard or retainer thingie to wear at night so I wouldn't damage my teeth anymore.
I finally ended up buying a mouthguard and accidentally melted it partially during the forming process. (One side is slightly lumpier than the other, but it serves its purpose despite its flaws.)
I ended up wearing the mouthguard that very night. When I woke up, I was like, "What the hell's in my mouth?" and proceeded to try to chomp it out whatever it was. That's when I clued into fact that it was my mouthguard... Yeah. Here I am, chewing on plastic at 8am in the morning. I was pretty amused by the situation.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Birthday Dinner
First of all, I must share with you a hilarious conversation that went on in my Canadian Government class today. :) We were discussing the pros and cons of the new Liberal leader. My class is 260 people, so the prof and student were having to yell over like 20 rows of chairs.
Prof: What are some of the pros and cons of Dion as a leader?
Student: He's a Frenchy!
Prof: You must be from Saskatchewan.
Student: No...
Prof: Oh, it sounded like you had a Saskatchewan accent.
Student: Actually I have a retainer.
We all burst out laughing and you could tell the prof was flabbergasted. It was hilarious. The girl actually got applause from the class for her quick reply. LOL
Anyways, it seems as though I may have killed my laptop's LCD monitor. Last night about one fifth of the screen decided to go slightly dim and nothing I've tried has rectified the situation. I'll try calling HP tomorrow and troubleshooting it with their IT support, but I've been asking for help on the HP forums and so far it seems as though the only solution is to send it in for servicing. Doh! I think this is a sign I shouldn't be playing games on it and should be studying instead. My parents will be pleased.
In other news, Saturday was mine, Agnes', and Rana's birthday bash. (Pictures can be found here.) It wasn't really much of a bash - all of Agnes' and my friends ended up bailing, so it was mainly Rana's friends. :) Oh well, we still had fun. We were supposed to go to Mongolian Grill for dinner, but there was a 40 minute wait, so we went to East Side Mario's instead. Afterwards we ventured over to Symposium for a couple of pre-clubbing drinks. I think I'm still partially blinded by all the photos that were taken! We ended up going to Revolution for dancing... That was my first time in Rev. I found it fun, but I wasn't too keen on most of the music. Overall I would describe the night as a success.
Prof: What are some of the pros and cons of Dion as a leader?
Student: He's a Frenchy!
Prof: You must be from Saskatchewan.
Student: No...
Prof: Oh, it sounded like you had a Saskatchewan accent.
Student: Actually I have a retainer.
We all burst out laughing and you could tell the prof was flabbergasted. It was hilarious. The girl actually got applause from the class for her quick reply. LOL
Anyways, it seems as though I may have killed my laptop's LCD monitor. Last night about one fifth of the screen decided to go slightly dim and nothing I've tried has rectified the situation. I'll try calling HP tomorrow and troubleshooting it with their IT support, but I've been asking for help on the HP forums and so far it seems as though the only solution is to send it in for servicing. Doh! I think this is a sign I shouldn't be playing games on it and should be studying instead. My parents will be pleased.
In other news, Saturday was mine, Agnes', and Rana's birthday bash. (Pictures can be found here.) It wasn't really much of a bash - all of Agnes' and my friends ended up bailing, so it was mainly Rana's friends. :) Oh well, we still had fun. We were supposed to go to Mongolian Grill for dinner, but there was a 40 minute wait, so we went to East Side Mario's instead. Afterwards we ventured over to Symposium for a couple of pre-clubbing drinks. I think I'm still partially blinded by all the photos that were taken! We ended up going to Revolution for dancing... That was my first time in Rev. I found it fun, but I wasn't too keen on most of the music. Overall I would describe the night as a success.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
The name is Bond, James Bond.
I'm pleased with myself. I made homemade tea biscuits for the first time yesterday. Err, I guess I should say that I made the tea biscuits correctly for the first time. (The first time I tried making them, I accidentally used baking soda instead of baking powder... They were inedible.) I didn't know how much/little the dough would rise though, so my biscuits ended up being ridiculously tiny. (They look like little discs.) Oh well, now I know for next time.
I've had a pleasant few last days. Most of my classes are done now. I have two on Monday and then I'm done for the term. My final History seminar was especially fun. I was in charge of leading the discussion... Well, procrastination ended up striking and I didn't finish doing the readings for it till about an hour before the class began. :) We ended up having a good conversation though - we got on to a lot of tangents but that was good because it meant I didn't have to talk as much. :)
Yesterday Stacy and I went for some more apartment hunting. The one apartment seemed nice, but the roommates were totally not a good match for us. They were kind of ditzy and you could tell they'd party a lot. The second place was an absolute ghetto. I have low standards, but not THAT low! The first thing we saw upon walking into the apartment was a mountain of empty old pop cans (at least 100). Next! The final place we saw yesterday was really nice but too too expensive. Oh well.
Our plan had been to go see Casino Royale last night. Unfortunately the bus was about 15 minutes slow, so by the time we arrived at the theatre, the movie was sold out. We ended up bumming around the mall which was nice - neither of us get off campus as much as we should. I ended up phoning my pal Victoria and seeing if she wanted to come and see the 10 o'clock show with us. She agreed and then we went!
Casino Royale (the new James Bond flick) was so much better than I anticipated. I heard lots of good things about it, but I honestly did not expect it to be THAT good! There were NO gadgets in the movie, the dialogue was witty without wanting to roll your eyes, and the action sequences were (as one newspaper put it) "gritty!" Can you tell that I loved it?
I was especially amused by Victoria's reactions to the movie - she hadn't seen a James Bond movie before, and she has become a total convert to them. LOL. She was freaking out the entire time. But it was totally warranted. The film kicked ass!
Tonight's the "RAGNES Bash" - a bunch of us are headed out to Mongolian Grill for dinner and drinks to celebrate Agnes', Rana's, and my birthdays. (Our b-days were Nov 22, 29, and 24 respectively.) I intend to have a good time. :)
I've had a pleasant few last days. Most of my classes are done now. I have two on Monday and then I'm done for the term. My final History seminar was especially fun. I was in charge of leading the discussion... Well, procrastination ended up striking and I didn't finish doing the readings for it till about an hour before the class began. :) We ended up having a good conversation though - we got on to a lot of tangents but that was good because it meant I didn't have to talk as much. :)
Yesterday Stacy and I went for some more apartment hunting. The one apartment seemed nice, but the roommates were totally not a good match for us. They were kind of ditzy and you could tell they'd party a lot. The second place was an absolute ghetto. I have low standards, but not THAT low! The first thing we saw upon walking into the apartment was a mountain of empty old pop cans (at least 100). Next! The final place we saw yesterday was really nice but too too expensive. Oh well.
Our plan had been to go see Casino Royale last night. Unfortunately the bus was about 15 minutes slow, so by the time we arrived at the theatre, the movie was sold out. We ended up bumming around the mall which was nice - neither of us get off campus as much as we should. I ended up phoning my pal Victoria and seeing if she wanted to come and see the 10 o'clock show with us. She agreed and then we went!
Casino Royale (the new James Bond flick) was so much better than I anticipated. I heard lots of good things about it, but I honestly did not expect it to be THAT good! There were NO gadgets in the movie, the dialogue was witty without wanting to roll your eyes, and the action sequences were (as one newspaper put it) "gritty!" Can you tell that I loved it?
I was especially amused by Victoria's reactions to the movie - she hadn't seen a James Bond movie before, and she has become a total convert to them. LOL. She was freaking out the entire time. But it was totally warranted. The film kicked ass!
Tonight's the "RAGNES Bash" - a bunch of us are headed out to Mongolian Grill for dinner and drinks to celebrate Agnes', Rana's, and my birthdays. (Our b-days were Nov 22, 29, and 24 respectively.) I intend to have a good time. :)
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